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awkwardtickleetoo · 1 year ago

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Blind Spot

hellooooo!! first ficlet that came from this post that’s finished, and i finished it in literally like 5 hours lmao so that’s pretty sick

shoutout @mushiewrites for titling this and helping me brainrot ideas for ALL the ficlets, you’re the realest 😔✊ anyway here’s wonderwall

lee!dream, ler!hannah, ler!sylvee, 1.6k words

enjoy!!

“Can you even see in that thing?” Sylvee asked curiously, tilting her head up at the taller man before tilting it to the side inquisitively to match her tone of voice. Dream turned his head to face her, squinting in order to make out her facial expression through the very awkward eye holes of the mask he wore. Her eyebrows pinched together, her mouth pulled to one side, and her hand was on her hip as her ankles crossed where she stood to pop said hip out– at least… he’s pretty sure that’s accurate?

“Uh…” He began, tilting his head back and forth as he tried to form a proper answer. “Kinda? It’s, like, hard to see clearly– like I can see forward enough to walk but I can’t see like…” Dream paused to gesture in a circle around him, moving slowly to be careful of hitting anything around him. “I can’t see, like, my peripherals that well. Or, like, above or below my eye line,” Dream finished his explanation, leaving one arm out to his side, and curling the other hand in to gesture to where his eyes were located inside the mask.

“Woah, really?” Sylvee asked, her eyebrows furrowing more as she tilted her head the opposite way at the reply.

“Doesn’t that get, like, super annoying, though?” Hannah asked as she turned back away from the mirror she’d been standing in front of to touch up her hair and makeup between panels, reaching up and smacking Dream’s elbow that was still in the air as she walked past, making him chuckle and look down at her before dropping both his arms back down to his sides.

“Well, I mean… yeah,” Dream agreed, making all three of them chuckle slightly. “But you get used to it after a while, I think. It's really only super annoying when you first put it on or if you bump into something.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Hannah replied with a nod, standing next to Sylvee in front of Dream.

“So, wait,” Sylvee began, taking a few steps to her left and lifting her hand up, holding her pointer finger near the side of the mask. “Can you see my hand right now? Like, just looking straight ahead.”

“Uh–“ Dream began, unsure of himself, straightening his back and trying to see how far his vision could go. “No? I can see– I can see your arm but only up to, like, here,” Dream said, lifting his finger and pointing slightly above Sylvee’s elbow. “After that it just, like… disappears.”

“Hm,” She hummed in thought, before suddenly flicking the forehead of the mask, making Dream jump and flinch back, bringing his hand up to cover the area.

“Ow! What the hell?!” He complained through surprised laughter, and Sylvee laughed with him, throwing her head back as she did so and pointing at him mockingly. As they both cooled back down, Hannah stepped in front of him again, closer this time.

“Wait, Dream,” She began, and he turned his head back to her again. “Keep looking straight!” She scolded, and he immediately tilted his head back up, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, can you see mine?”

“No,” He replied quickly, shaking his head. “I can’t even see where your arm is like I could with Sylvee’s.”

“Wait, really? You can’t see this at all?” She asked, and Dream watched her shoulder move from the very bottom of his line of vision, and he could only assume that meant she was moving her arm.

“Not at all,” He confirmed, putting his hands at his sides again.

“Interesting… So you wouldn’t be able to see me do this?” Hannah asked, and suddenly there were five nails scratching at his tummy over his hoodie, and he swore if he didn’t know where she was standing he would’ve head-butted Hannah square in the face with his quickly he gasped and doubled over.

“FUCK–“ He yelped, stumbling back away from her cruel hand and covering his tummy with one palm flat against it, his other hand extended out in front of him to stop her from repeating the action. “What the fuck, Hannah!”

“Oh, don’t even be like that, you KNOW you would’ve done the same if you had that good of an opportunity!” She defended, and he glanced up at her long enough to watch her cross her arms over her chest and take another step towards him. “Don’t, don’t do it again! Stay away, idiot–“ He protested, but was cut off by another gasp and jump that sent him back to a standing position when he felt a set of hands gently rest on his back and one on his arm.

“Wait, I wanna try too!” Sylvee joined in, walking around to be in front of Dream as well, pulling her hands away with her. Dream looked down at her and shook his head, expression pleading but impossible to see through the mask.

“No, do–“

“Keep looking up!” Sylvee scolded, reaching up and using her fingers gently placed under the button of the mask, roughly where his chin would be, to push his head back abruptly, causing him to lose his words for a moment. She kept her hand there, keeping his head tilted up even through his giddy, nervous giggles.

“Sylvee, no, we’re not trying anything, both of you just– just don’t–“ He continued, pressing both hands flat against his stomach to keep himself covered, but suddenly there was a hand on his side, squeezing twice before skittering nails up and down the area. “NO! Stohohop!” He giggled out, throwing his hands to the side to try to dislodge Sylvee’s, but all he got in return was her hand poking sporadically around his side, so quickly that he couldn’t find where she was at any point to stop her– especially without being able to see her. “STOP– stop, stohop, dohohon’t! Oh my gohohod, Syhylvehehee!” He whined through his laughter, and he managed to shake his head away from her hand so he could look down and collect himself. He stumbled backwards again, gasping and looking behind him when his butt hit something, realizing he was backed up against one of the booths in the waiting room. Then, the poking returned– two hands this time– and he realized how badly he had trapped himself. “Oh, nohoho!”

“That wasn’t really your smartest move, was it, Dream?” Sylvee teased gently, making Dream shake his head, squeezing his eyes shut behind the mask. He curled up slightly, doubling over the tiniest bit, and squealing loudly when another set of hands joined in the poking, all over his tummy and other side now.

“Hahahannahahah!” Dream managed through his laughter, his voice much higher than usual, curling his arms in towards his sides and still batting around aimlessly to try and push either of them away.

“This is so fun, why don’t we do this more often?” Sylvee asked nonchalantly, casually draping one arm over Dream’s shoulder and continuing her non-stop poking with the other hand.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

“He’s probably soooo red under that mask, too, right, Dream?” Hannah asked, leaning in to direct her attention right at Dream’s face, making sure he could see her if his eyes were open beneath the mask. Even with the opaque material shielding his face, he still felt the need to whip his head around to look away from her, clamping his mouth shut to hide his giggles as much as he could.

“Mhm, and no one will know but the three of us!” Sylvee replied, placing one deliberate poke above the area of his hip bone, which made him yelp and flinch away from her. This, of course, only brought him closer to Hannah, who had intended to do the same thing, but due to his movement, ended up placing the poke just barely to the right of his belly button. This made him squeal even louder, and he curled his hands around himself and shook his head.

“OKAHAY! Okahahay, plehehease, stohohop! I’ve hahahad enohohough!” He whined, sliding down the booth he was leaning against until he was sat on the floor. Dramatically, he let himself go limp, dropping his head to the side until it landed against Hannah’s thigh, then doing the same with his opposite arm until it landed against Sylvee’s ankle. To push the dramatics even further, he put on his shakiest voice, pretending to cry, sniffling a few times. “You guys killed me. You’re gonna have to find a new teammate.” He faked a cough for dramatic effect, making both girls laugh at his ridiculousness. “Tell… tell Harvey… he was always my favorite…”

“Wow. I’m crushed, really,” Hannah replied through her laughter, making both Dream and Sylvee laugh further at her reply. “Come on, idiot. If you make us late for this event with your one-man acting production I will actually kill you.” She took a step away, reaching her hand down to help him up. He didn’t take it at first, so she made a grabby hand motion towards him, still getting nothing.

“Sylvee would save me. She cares about me,” He said with another sniffle, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No I wouldn’t. Now get up.” She flicked her head to the side, motioning for him to stand up, and he let out a dramatic sigh, reaching up to grab Hannah’s hand, before reaching his other one up to insinuate he wanted Sylvee to offer hers as well. “Oh my god. You’re so ridiculous,” She said fondly, but put her hand out anyway to help him up.

Dream brushed himself off, adjusting the mask on his head with the help of the other two, and all three of them made their way towards the arena their Twitch Rivals event was located in with smiles on their faces– no pun intended, of course.

#lee!dream #ler!hannah #ler!sylvee #first fic with hannah and sylvee!!!!!#win for me #cals writing

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blissfullyapillow · 2 years ago

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I just want you by my side

Genshin Impact

Kamisato Ayato x gn reader

wc: 680

Notes: hurt/comfort, fluff, super self indulgent, sometimes it’s nice to just have someone be there for you in a time of need without asking you so many questions, but they show you they care in their own way ｡ﾟ(｡ﾉωヽ｡)ﾟ｡

Back to Masterlist A

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I hold my head in my hands as I try to mask my obvious frustration. I fail miserably when a choked out sob escapes my lips, and I feel embarrassment wash over me as I quickly look up.

I notice the way his shoulders tense, but he doesn’t turn around to look at me.

Thank goodness.

I use the opportunity to make a swift escape, all the while holding back a sea of tears. Before I can walk through the door, his arm hooks around my waist; he prevents me from fleeing.

“And where do you think you’re going?” His soft voice conveys his gentle concern as his hand soothingly rubs my arm.

I can’t answer him or I’ll break.

He doesn’t push for an answer. Instead he swivels me around, purposefully averting his eyes so he doesn’t see my face, and pulls me against his chest.

“One of the subordinates thought it would be funny to have a contest. It was a good idea since it involved cleaning, but I was horrified when I walked into a room to see soap suds covering every surface as they threw bubbles at each other. Thankfully things improved when Thoma slipped over the soap suds and landed in a pile of blankets. When he stood up some of the soap suds covered his face which gave him a funny looking beard. Ayaka walked by and couldn’t contain her laughter, and the flustered look on Thoma’s face was better than any scolding I could’ve given them.”

His story is so random but it’s comforting to hear his angelic voice, so I hum in acknowledgement. “There’s this romance series that was just released. It seems like something you’d like. The premise is a girl who acts as a secretary for her boss. The boss is rumored to be bold and intimidating, so the boss chooses to send their secretary to do their bidding. The boss’ financial advisor ends up walking in on a meeting with the secretary and their boss, but the secretary is alone. It’s revealed that the secretary is the boss and was just pretending to be a secretary to avoid some… inconveniences.” Ayato finishes his explanation and waits for my reply.

“How does that sound like something I’d like? It sounds so dumb.” My voice cracks and my bottom lip is trembling, but I snort at how stupid the plot line sounds. Ayato hums thoughtfully to himself but he continues to explain the premise of the show. “Well, the secretary ends up ‘quitting’ once her secret is revealed and properly acts as the boss. The financial advisor acts as her right hand since he’s the only one who learned of her secret and well- It seems interesting enough to give it a chance. Wouldn’t you agree?” Ayato prompts me for a response, but he doesn’t rush me for an answer.

“Alright. Wanna cuddle on the couch and watch it with me?” I ask him.

“I’d love nothing more..” Despite how sad I feel, his words warm my heart.

That’s how I end up on the couch with Ayato, laughing at the highly enjoyable romance series. At some point I end up curled against him, my entire body clinging to his arm as his free hand plays with my hair.

At some point I silently cry against his sleeve as the show continues to play, and he quietly remains by my side through it all.

Once I finish crying I feel a bit better, and I gain the courage to look at Ayato’s face.

His eyes easily meet mine and they sparkle as he wipes the remaining tears from my face. He plants a sweet kiss against my forehead before looking back at the TV screen. He chastises the financial aid for botching his kabedon attempt, only for the boss to turn the tables and outdo him.

I finally feel like I can laugh without holding back tears, and that’s when my night finally begins to improve.

Eating my favorite snacks with Ayato on the couch, watching a surprisingly good romance series.

#kamisato ayato x gn reader #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato x reader #ayato x gn reader #kamisato ayato hurt/comfort #kamisato ayato x yn #ayato x y/n #genshin impact reader insert #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x gn reader #hurt/comfort

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bookaddict24-7 · 2 years ago

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2022!

Friend me on Goodreads here to follow my more up to date reading journey for the year!

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281. Ghostlight by Kenneth Oppel--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I received a copy via the publisher in exchange for an honest review! This review is very overdue but reading slumps wait for no person! I'm a fan of Oppel's writing, especially his horror, because he has a way of making my spine crawl even though this book is technically for a middle grade audience. But it's also because of his spooky writing that feels older that makes this the perfect book for those young readers who straddle the line between middle grade and young adult fiction. My reason for the four star is that I thought it was a little slow to start, but once it started, it really picked up! But big stars for creepiness, originality, and the way grief is portrayed. If you like ghost stories that have you grimacing because of the imagery, or remind you of those creepy movies where the ghost is crawling on the ceiling in that broken way of theirs, then you might really enjoy this. GHOSTLIGHT has a really unique storyline and I wouldn't mind seeing more from these characters and the other adventures they could go on. Also, love seeing Toronto in this and recognizing some of the places the characters go to. Can't wait to see what Oppel writes next!

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282. Vampires Never Get Old by Various--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I've been listening to a few more short stories and while I'm still not the biggest fan, I'm willing to try more of them! This was an attempt of mine to read more and while some stories were intriguing, others were just okay and I'll admit, I've forgotten a few of them by now. The one that caught my eye is most definitely that last one that inspired a very short-lived Netflix tv show. I think the ending of that one was really intriguing and could have made for a good beginning to a horror haunt and not a tragic love story. Another one was the gravedigger one. It was so intriguing and the emotion behind the writing was palpable. Probably one of my favourites. Finally, the other one that really stood out to me was the guide for newly made vampires. That was fun and entertaining. I think one of the unique things about this collection was how we had a brief explanation of how each story relates to a different vampiric lore. Another thing, which I'm still torn on, is the fact that this was formatted like it was for book reports or book clubs, asking questions at the end of each explanation. I felt like I was back in school. Anyway, this was entertaining enough and I think it would be great for October (for those who read seasonally).

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283. We Spread by Iain Reid--⭐️⭐️

I received a copy via the publisher! I have enjoyed the past books that Reid has written, especially their weirdness and how uncomfortable they made me feel by the end. But this book. This book was different. I had to go back like three times to re-read a good chunk of the end because my brain just wasn't comprehending what was going on. I can see why someone might enjoy this--the atmosphere Reid creates in his books is always intriguing and very well done. That alone can be haunting and can pull the reader in. And while this book had some of that, I just found myself confused and bored. Anyway, this wasn't for me but I can see how so many could love it!

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284. The Do-Over by Lynn Painter--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I received a copy via the publisher as an Indigo employee. I'm a huge fan of Painter and her fun and quirky romantic stories. Every time I pick up one of her books, I know I'm about to fall into a very entertaining story. Her characters are always swoony and I know I'm going to be hooked on the story. This book did not disappoint! I loved the concept of this story because it had that fun no-consequences storyline because the MC had to relive the same day over and over again. I liked that she had to find herself in order to escape the repetition. The love interest was the perfect choice for her because of how he gets her to break that perfect mask she's created for herself. I went more into detail about this one in my interview with the author over on Indigo's page. But know that this was funny, romantic (that one specific day had my heart racing because of how cute it was), and occasionally heartbreaking as you learn more about her parents' divorce and how their parenting has affected her growing up. Highly recommend, especially if you love romcoms with a twist and an MC who grows steadily as the story progresses but is still, at her core, a teenager trying to find herself in her cracking seemingly perfect world.

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285. Legendborn by Tracy Deonn--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Re-read November 2022 for Interview over on Indigo's Instagram on November 23, 2022 at 7pm with Tracy Deonn for her newest book! So, I enjoyed this even more the second time around? I didn't know that was possible. I caught so many more things and this time I re-read it and got to chat about it with friends who had already read it! It was a great experience and I always recommend re-reading books like Deonn's so you can keep catching more things you might have missed the first time around!

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286. Skandar & the Unicorn Thief by A.F Steadman--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I am so surprised by this book. I LOVE adventurous middle grade books because it always feels like I'm going along on these fun journeys with the characters. I knew about a couple of chapters into this book that I was going to be a huge fan. I love rooting for a character who is secretly someone so much stronger than everyone thinks they are. I love a story where the MC has to prove themselves and will then, in fact, proceed to show everyone else how wrong they are about them. This book also had some great friendships and I loved seeing unicorns in this different way. I'm excited for the sequel and I can't recommend this adventure enough!!

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287. There’s Something About Sweetie by Sandhya Menon--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was incredibly wary going into this because I hated the first book in this series. I've had this on my shelf for years and finally just went for it and I LOVED IT. Even though I wanted to smack a few characters, I found Sweetie's journey to be so, well, sweet. Despite the fatphobia she experienced from the people around her and occasionally even from her mom, she stayed true to herself and she put herself out there. Whenever I read stories with fat characters and their relationships with their parents, it always hits close to home. My mom and I always butted heads when it came to my weight growing up and while it wasn't as bad as Sweetie's experience, I empathized so much with her that I was calling her mom names. I told my own mom about this story and she was shocked with how horrible Sweetie's experience was. But I think this is what makes her such a special character: Despite the hurtful words and the feelings of inadequacy that her mom's words create for her, she is still true to herself. She is still a loving and respectful daughter. She sees the brightness in the clouds and knows how to bring herself back up. I genuinely loved her. Her name is truly perfect for her. And her love interest, Ash, is definitely someone I wasn't expecting to like, but he was really the sweetest from the get-go. It was interesting seeing how two Indian families could have such different relationships with their children. I hope this book shows readers to not judge a book by its cover because you never know what the story might be like on the inside. Despite the insta-lovey storyline, I just really adored these two characters and I think Menon did really great with this one. Now I'm a little less wary to read her other works! I DO have the third book on my shelves as I write this....hmmm... I recommend this book very much--you don't even have to read the first book.

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288. Places We’ve Never Been by Kasie West--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

TW: Illness, Verbal abuse from a parent. I haven't read a Kasie West book in a hot second and I love that this was the one that I read after a while. It was so cute and fun. I love road trip books, especially when it includes the childhood friends to lovers trope. The story was super quick and had some really cute moments, while it also explored some more complex things happening--like growing up and learning more about yourself. I do hope the book was a little longer. I think this book had the potential to be even better. If the ending hadn't of been so abrupt, then maybe this could have even been a favourite! That being said, if you're wanting a quick and cute summer read, then this might be the one for you!

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289. Bloodmarked by Tracy Deonn--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I received a copy via the publisher for an interview I did with Tracy Deonn on Indigo's instagram! Listen, LEGENDBORN was great. It was fun and adventurous and full of emotions that made me want to either hug the mc or punch a jerk in the book. But BLOODMARKED? This book was on a whole other level! Deonn has done something that very rarely happens in Fantasy--she wrote a sequel that is even better than the first book in the series. IT WAS SO GOOD. There was always something happening and there were always moments of high emotion and great underestimating (which is so satisfying when those naysayers are proven wrong. And by naysayers I mean the racists in this book.) Another amazing adventure and I honestly can't wait for the third book. So, so, so good. Highly recommend you give this series a read!

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290. The Heartstopper Yearbook by Alice Oseman--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This was an adorable book full of facts and cute drawings of some of our favourite HEARTSTOPPER characters! I never really buy books like this, but I love this series so much that I'm happy to be adding it to my collection. If you're curious about how to draw the characters, or if you want more info about how Oseman came up with the story of these two lovable boys and the people around them, then I think you'll really appreciate this one.

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Happy reading!

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fandomflux33 · 6 months ago

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The above is a joke, and it’s funny, but it reminded me of how parents will be like: “you can’t do that thing I disapprove of because I paid for everything you have.” And it’s like-? No shit Sherlock? I’m a child. I can’t earn enough money to buy a house, I just got here. Also, you paid for this room, but I live in it, sleep in it, arrange and put things in it, made it my own, and we call it “my room.”

Same goes for things funded by rich people. You may legally own it because you paid for it, rich boy, but it sure as hell ain’t yours in spirit. Did you hand-carve the siding? Cut the wood? Mine the metal? No. You paid people to do that with money you skimmed off their paychecks.

It’s the Justice League’s watchtower because they live there. It’s the bat kids’ manor because they live there.

If powerful people gift us communal things, as true no-strings attached gifts, they can’t claim ownership later when it suits them.

I love Batman’s and the batfam’s characters as fictional blorbos, but honestly, y’all forget sometimes that if Bats were real he’d be the 1%.

Eat the rich doesn’t stop applying. ACAB doesn’t stop applying (side-eyes Dick Grayson and Jim Gordon). Punitive Justice and the prison system are still unethical (as fun as it is to see fictional characters beat up bad guys). Exclusively sexist depictions of women is still bad (looks at the sexualization of Asian and middle eastern women -particularly Cass and Talia, looks at Barbara Gordon being fridge-d and then her disability retconned, looks at Steph only getting like 2 months as Robin before her character was assassinated, looks at Catwoman who has frankly never not been sexualized). Child abuse and endangerment is still not cool (Every Robin ever).

*Looks around at fandom content.* Wait. All the problems I listed are like 50-80% of the cannon. Sure, there are versions of the characters where these problems are fixed, but why not just follow a story that doesn’t have those problems baked in to begin with? I don’t actually like having to excuse and build elaborate cannon connections to explain WHY my blorbo did twelve dozen blatantly unethical things and why I’m still hopelessly attached to them as a character. There’s a difference between a character being problematic for the sake of complexity, and the writing itself being problematic. For a series with such an expansive fandom, history, and writer’s base, where should I draw the line between the two? Is Batman still recognizable as a character without his wealth? Without his police commissioner friend? Without violence and child endangerment? If I took all those things away, would I still love the character? Like, building the connections and explanations is enrichment for my enclosure, but it sure doesn’t make me feel good to love a franchise that seems to perpetuate so many harmful ideas.

*falls to knees, screams at sky* Why am I in this fandom?!?

Hm. Well, There’s a lot of good there, too. You can draw out so much good from these characters. Batman as being actively against the police in the cartoon and several iterations, JLA Batman being kind-hearted, Batman’s gadgets and schemes preventing violence where possible, Batman’s found family of Robins being empowering for children from bad circumstances, Barbara Gordon/Oracle being a feminist icon and a role model for girls with disabilities. Vigilante Justice itself being anti-establishment, the dark creatures that lurk in the shadows being the heroes, and this collection of traumatized human beings being able to help and improve the lives of others, the powerful being duty-bound to improve the lives of others. That’s all fantastic.

Idk. How do y’all reconcile the multitudes contained within the Batman franchise?

How do you build something good from a cannon which is historically based in abusive systems?

Do you ever just wanna go apeshit?

the thing is like, the batkids give Bruce SO much shit in his own damn house. his house, his cave, with his suits and tech.

#thoughts #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #my nonsense #internal fandom crisis #This is probably pretentious #i’m dumb #progressive analysis

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theotheroccassionalfanficwriter · 3 years ago

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Lol I decided to be brave and not to hide using the anon mask. 🌝🤡

Have you ever thought about this NSFW/Explicit possessive Zhongli pounding reader in front of their stalkers? Like, there are these weird stalkers who always take a peek at reader whenever they got the chance. Zhongli finally had enough of it and decided to show them who owns this puss—🤐

"Pity. A mere human cannot touch what's mine. You see this seal on her abdomen? Yes, it means my seed is there to take place."

🥵💦 water pls

Thank you for waiting! ╰(￣ω￣ｏ)

Also you're tougher than all of the U.S. Marine for going non-anon lmao mad respect (≧∀≦)ゞ From the moment I saw your asked I knew it would awaken something in me and it did lmao it took me so long since I had to make sure I'd have enough horny vocab for this lmao and so let me water and quench your thirst now lmao.

Thanks for the first ever womb tattoo ask. Photo of the womb tattoo included.

CW: Public Sex, Mind Break, Dub-con

Marking You Gently

Summary: Zhongli appreciated how you were honest with him by revealing how your past lovers were run off by the amount of stalkers you had and he was pleased with how dependent you were on him to get rid of them, he just never thought he'd have to resort to drastic measure to stake his claim not that he was complaining.

Zhongli was keenly aware of your innate ability to attract stalkers. This much you had admitted to him when he had been on the receiving end of a particularly foolish one. Of course, this had not deterred him from courting you at all, if any, he had enjoyed the challenge of keeping you safe and staking his claim on you to your stalkers.

And you were so cooperative too, you had let him gift you accessories in his colors and wore it proudly on a day to day basis. That you spent most nights in his bed and company only made his win sweeter. Zhongli strived to ensure that you would be happy and content in a relationship with him and if that meant curbing his own stalkerish tendencies...well...it was a small price to pay.

It was this confidence that led him to not properly pay attention when one of your stalkers had gotten particularly...courageous.

“Zhongli~” you whined at him, worry and annoyance in your eyes, as you clung to his arm. Your soft breasts and erect nipples were a welcome sensation to his arm, “I can’t find some of my panties~”

Zhongli thought for a moment, trying to remember if he had forgotten to return some of your panties he had used to fap with, “Have you checked the laundry?”

“I did!” You were tearing up, voice about to cry “I-I think some of them got it again…” You clutched at his arm tightly shivering at the thought of your stalkers being able to easily invade Zhongli’s tightly warded home.

At your words, all thought of fingering your bare pussy fell out of Zhongli’s mind, he didn’t like seeing you scared and teary eyed. He kissed your forehead, removing his arm from the tender clutches of your soft breasts and enticing nipples to give you a tender hug of comfort.

“Why don’t you accompany me for a while? Until I catch those disgusting vermin?” Zhongli offered, soft smile on his face as he gently rubbed your back.

“Will Hu Tao be fine with that?” You asked, uneasy at inconveniencing the first boyfriend to ever care about you this much.

“Of course” Zhongli replied, kissing you sweetly on your lips.

It was easy then to use sex to calm your frightened self, Zhongli’s kiss grew heated and lascivious as his hands drew teasing circles on your ass and thighs, squeezing it in intervals before teasingly grazing on the folds of your pussy. He squeezes your ass cheeks, spreading it apart before he firmly places his hand below your ass to grab you up.

You cooperate with him, moving your legs to firmly hug his waist, your wet pussy rubbing against his erect cock. You moaned into his kisses, body shivering with delight as you clung to his body.

“Mn~” You moaned as your tongue entwined with his.

The wet sound of kissing seemed loud in Zhongli’s quiet apartment, the panting noises coming from the two of you could be heard clearly. As Zhongli placed you on top of his dining table, hands going under your shirt to fondle your soft breasts and play with your erect nipples.

“Haaa~” You panted as your body arched with pleasure, Zhongli’s long and thick cock was rubbing against your clit.

“Just leave everything to me” He said, as he laid reverent kisses on top of your stomach. Leaving a trail of hickeys that led to your throat. He had already ripped your shirt off your body, exposing your breasts that still carried last night’s marks and your erect nipples which still had his teeth marks surrounding it.

“Forget about all those unpleasant things, my love” He crooned as he kissed you on the pulse beside your neck. His free hand was teasing your wet pussy, fingering it until he knew that you would be able to take all of him all the way in.

“Zhong-” You moaned “-please! Put it in!” You begged brokenly as his masterful ministrations on your body left you a panting and moaning mess.

Zhongli hummed in satisfaction, “And what do we say?”

“Plea-please” You began shakily, “put your co-cock in my slutty pushy!”

You fumbled on the last word, moaning it out as Zhongli thrusted his thick cock inside you in one strong move, not bothering to wait until you finished speaking. He moved his hips back and forth, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot again and again until you could only moan and call out his cock with a loving voice.

You were oblivious to the predatory grin in Zhongli’s face or the way his eyes glinted dangerously as his mind thought of a solution to your ability to attract stalkers. He licked his lips, growing aware of the change in his teeth to fangs.

He bent over to suck on your nipples, his hands preoccupied with keeping your legs spread apart as he thrusted his cock against your wall.

You keened, your body arching and pussy clenching on his dick as you came, Zhongli moaned as he came with you, spilling his seed inside your clenching pussy and uterus, he spilled so much cum, as if he had not just creampied you last night until the early hours of the morning.

He collapsed on top of you as you lay limply on the table, panting and pussy twitching from the earth shattering orgasm you had.

“Have you heard of womb tattoos?” Zhongli asked as he lovingly and gently cradled your face, kissing you on your cheek.

You blushed, “No, I haven’t.”

He hummed, not bothering to unseathe himself from your warm and comfortable pussy, “It is typically used for lewd purposes,” Zhongli explained as he let his hand drop from your face, gently tracing a line from your neck, passing through your left tit, playfully rubbing your nipple, before he ultimately ends it on the area above your crotch “But it can also be used as a way to repel...shall we say your disgusting stalkers?”

You let out a soft “oh!”

“Would it be painful?” You asked, worried that tattooing it on that area would be too much for your pain tolerance.

“It wouldn’t” Zhongli assured you “I would never let you feel any pain.”

He smiled at you with so much affection that you easily agreed to his solution, you didn’t bother to give any input to what Zhongli was going to do, you had so much trust in him that you simply waited for the day he’d marked you and solved your most annoying and hated problem.

You hadn’t thought to ask what it would do, believing that Zhongli would make the tattoo a repellent against your stalkers. Which wasn’t wrong per se, it wasn’t until the tattoo was put into use did you register what it would actually do.

For Zhongli, it was normal blissful week of having you in his arms, regaling you with Liyue’s rich history and flirting with you as a gentleman would. It was his day off, and thus he had brought you to Wangshu Inn for a short staycation for the weekend. His strong presence at your side had deterred even your most courageous and stubborn stalkers, not that it had stopped them from trying to take a peek at you when you bathed or changed clothes.

A quick petrification to some of the most vile ones was an easy way to scare off the rest of them. By the time he was done turning some of them into stone, you were finished with your business and happily ensconced yourself into his arms. Purposefully not paying attention to the new additions on the inn’s decoration.

“Shall I take you to solve some geo puzzles?” He offered, his hand resting lowly on your hip, just above your crotch, firmly gripping you at the sides.

“Okay~!” You happily complied, leaning even closer to him much to his visible satisfaction.

While you were happily clinging into Zhongli, listening to his engaging explanation of how the mechanism worked and its purpose, you were unaware of the group of stalkers that were watching you from behind. They were lying on the ground, using the natural reflective surface of the water to take a peek at your crotch that was exposed due to the crotchless panties Zhongli had you wear underneath your clothes.

From their binoculars, they could see how wet you were, cum dribbling slowly out of your pussy that had them salivating and achingly hard. They were imagining that it was their cock being shoved to your exquisite pussy, that it was their cum that was dribbling down the folds of your thoroughly used cunt.

They were so immersed in their fantasy that they had not noticed Zhongli’s murderous glare as he sealed them together as if they were Azhdaha.

“It seems that none of you had learned the lesson” He spoke coldly, glaring with complete and uncharacteristic derision in his eyes as he watched them visibly turn pale.

You stood behind Zhongli, trembling with fear, you had never seen him quite this mad. It wasn’t until he had pulled you to the front, your dress shoved up to your waist and exposing your wet cunt and glowing tattoo did your heart start beating faster.

“Zho-zhongli?” You called out to your lover, trembling in his arms, as your legs shookt from the lecherous looks of your stalkers.

“Don’t worry my love, it’s about time for them to know who owns you” He whispered in your ear, making your pussy visibly throb and grow wetter.

You could feel your mind slowly turning hazy as your body heated up. The tattoo glowed brightly as Zhongli began fingering you. You were helpless and growing weaker, only capable of leaning on his chest, weakly grasping on the sleeves of his clothes as you began to moan.

Your legs automatically spread themselves, exposing the pink and cum-filled inside of your pussy, letting your stalkers know that Zhongli had thoroughly fucked and came inside your pussy earlier.

“Zhong-nnn!” You tried to call his attention, wanting to put a stop at his action but as his fingers curled inside your cunt, you let out a seductive moan that went straight to the cocks of every male in your vicinity.

“Good girl,” Zhongli praised as he watched your hand reach for the zipper of his pants, “Show them how much you want my cock.”

You nodded, eyes hazy, as you turned around and shakily knelt on the ground, your hands fumbled to get his cock out. You happily mouthed through the fabric of his pants as you tried to get his thick and long cock out of its constraints. Zhongli’s large hand was a comforting weight on your head, petting you as praises flowed out of his mouth.

“Such a good slut, not needing more instructions on her master’s part” He praised “Look at you happily fucking your mouth to my cock the moment you see it.”

You senselessly blowed his dick, tongue swirling on its tip and swallowing all of length until it hit the back of your throat again and again. You had long since forgotten about your stalkers or the fact that you were giving them a show.

Your mind was filled only with the thought of Zhongli’s cock and his cum. You whined when you felt him pull away, crying at the lost of the warm and comforting weight of his cock on your tongue.

“Shhhh” He appeased you, “turn around love, put your hands on the wall of the seal.”

You did as he said, body automatically positioning itself to a lewd pose, your tits were pressed on the wall of the seal, making your stalkers gulp and try to reach for it only to be electrified by the seal’s wall.

Zhongli smirked at their audaciousness.

“Cock~! I want your want cock~!” You cried out as you bent your body further, until your ass was pushed up to the air, shaking your hips to entice Zhongli. Your legs were spread apart to show him the pussy he loved and owned.

“Good girl” Zhongli purred as he took his cock and guided it to the folds of your pussy. He teased your cunt, sliding the head of his cock up and down the wet folds of your pussy making you whine and try to push your pussy towards his cock.

He slapped your ass, “Behave.”

You did as you were told, there was no autonomy in your mind anymore, the glowing symbol on your abdomen had thoroughly wiped out any sense in your brain. Zhongli had reduced you to walking, talking flesh light.

With a look of superiority, Zhongli thrusted his cock inside your waiting pussy, he maintained eye contact with your stalkers as he fucked you from behind. He mercilessly plunged his cock in your abused pussy, ramming it again and again against your cervix, the pain turning into pleasure. Each thrust of his had the tattoo glowing drawing attention to it as you moaned and drooled from the pleasure. You were no longer the proper and energetic lady that was known in Liyue.

Zhongli’s cock and womb tattoo had reduced you to this lewd slut that craved his cock and cum. Your mind was filled with sex and pleasure, begging him for more,

“Please! Give me your seed!” You cried “Breed me! Ahn~!”

Zhongli watched as some of your stalkers threw away their dignity and started fapping to your lewdness.

He pulled you away from the wall, hoisting you up and fucking you as your arms automatically wrapped itself backwards on his neck. He made out with you sloppily while his cock fucked your pussy, bulge visible on your stomach and slightly deforming the glowing tattoo.

You came from the immense pleasure but Zhongli didn’t bother stopping even as you lay limp and unconscious in his arms. He kept on fucking you, hands groping your wildly bouncing chest as your stalkers started pumping their cocks faster.

He turned to them and taunted, “Pity. A mere human cannot touch what's mine.” He placed a kissed to the side of your throat as his eyes grew darker and his voice dripped with possessiveness that belonged to a dragon, “You see this seal on her abdomen?”

He smiled darkly as he saw recognition on their eyes, it was only natural for them to know what it was considering that they all had the same thoughts towards you. The difference was that he had won and they were losers, pitiful humans who would never have you nor have you sire their spawn.

With great delight, Zhongli crushed all of their dreams as he confirmed the worst of their thoughts, “Yes, it means my seed is there to take place."

And then he spilled all of his cum inside your pussy, spilling it all the way through your uterus as the mark glowed brightly before slowly dimming and sinking back beneath your skin.

It was a clear sign that Zhongli had successfully impregnated you.

“Don’t ever step foot in Liyue again” He ordered, eyes glowing bright as he cursed them out of the land.

He left with you in tow, fixing your clothes and pushing back the cum that dripped on the inside of your thighs back to your pussy. Zhongli smiled at your sleeping form, content and pleased with the knowledge that none of your stalkers would ever bother you again.

“I wonder how you would act with other variations of this tattoo?”

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Away From Home

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Thoma/Tohma (fem!reader) (fic)

Synopsis: (office!au) Even your boss Zhongli has moments where self control goes out the window to make way for carnal desires.

Warnings: not sfw (18+) reverse harem, (an orgie?), semi public sex again, creampie, oral (giving), petnames (angel, princess, gem), squirting, umm? did i miss anything?, not proofread because im lazy if you catch any errors feel free to shoot me an ask,

A/N: This is a part two to Office Adventures but t's not necessary that you read it before this. I don't know if people were expecting a direct continuation of the last one but I took some creative liberty because I felt like that would be boring and instead created a whole new scenario, I hope you all enjoy it just the same!

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The sexual tension in the office since that (ahem) eventful meeting had been nothing short of palpable, as Lisa had been ever so kind to point out. Even Jean and Eula were starting to grow frustrated with the way Childe and Kaeya made it painstakingly obvious their lust for you, and as you explained to Jean apologetically, they just wouldn't seem to take your request to tone it down seriously. Though you couldn't deny that even you often found your mind wandering as you sat alone in your office, frequently coming to remember the way you wobbled out of the meeting room that day, cunt quivering and leaking cum.

Luck seemed to be on Jean's side however, because this week you found yourself away from the office on an important regional business conference accompanied by none other than the men themselves, leaving her alone in charge of the office for a few days. The adventure of being in a new place was always exciting; there was light in your eyes as your plane touched down just outside the city, the skyline stood shimmering off in the distance. Though, as Diluc so gracefully reminded you, this was not a vacation but a business trip and most of your time would be consumed by meetings and other work-related affairs.

"(Name)!" You heard someone call from behind you. You were walking back to the hotel after another boring day of drifting in and out of meetings with people you hardly knew and topics you hardly cared about.

"Hm?" Your head turned to see three familiar figures waving at you as they approached.

"Care to join us for dinner? It'll be our treat." Childe asked once they had caught up to you, falling into step beside you.

"Where are you guys going?" You asked. You silently took in the appearance of the boys beside you. You hadn't gotten a chance to see them all day since you greeted them at the complimentary hotel breakfast bar this morning, and you had to admit they cleaned up nicely. You admired the three's formal dress, remembering the way Zhongli had specifically lectured them on the importance of appearance at an event like this. You notes Thoma's expensive looking watch and Kaeya's tailored button-up shirt that was, of course, unbuttoned halfway now that the workday was over. Childe had his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder, one hand holding the jacket the other shoved in his pocket.

"Mr. Zhongli found this fancy looking French restaurant a few blocks away, he wanted us to get there before we missed our reservation time." Thoma answered.

"Where is he?" You asked, taking note of his and Diluc's absence from the group.

"He and Diluc got caught up in some last minute business they had to attend to. It's times like these I don't envy the higher up positions of our company's cofounders." Kaeya answered you this time. "No matter how attractive the pay increase may seem, I can only handle so much overtime."

"You can say that again." Childe chuckled in agreeance, "I can't tell you how many times I've left the office only to come back in the morning and find Zhongli still hunched over some paperwork."

"Hey, guys, I think this is the place." Thoma motioned to the building you were approaching, and you immediately realized that 'fancy looking' was an understatement. "Will you be joining us, Lady (Name)?" Thoma questioned, extending his hand as an invitation to you.

"I don't see why not." You flashed him a smile before placing your hand in his, allowing him to tug you along. Kaeya opened the door for you, gesturing to allow you to step inside first. You were awestruck by the inside -- if you thought ‘fancy looking’ was an understatement for the outside, then the inside could be described as nothing short of grandiose. There were round tables covered in white cloth and fancy silverware, a fountain sat in the middle of the room behind the hostess desk and elegant trimmings lining the staircase off on the far side of the room. You quickly quelled your shocked expression as the hostess approached you.

"We have a reservation for six under the name Zhongli." Childe told her. "We'll have two more joining us later."

She checked her ledger and quickly crossed off the name. "Right this way, sir." She said to Childe with a polite smile. She led your group away from the main room, opening the door to a nicely decorated single-table room with a pleasant and romantic vibe, most likely accredited to the soft lighting.

“Thank you.” Childe told her as you four took your seats. One side of the table had booth-style seating and the other side had individual chairs. She closed the door with a click, and before you knew it you were sat in between Kaeya and Childe on the booth side, with Thoma directly across from you. You picked up a menu and began flipping through it to get a feel for what items might interest you. Before long, Childe’s hand had found its way onto your thigh. You looked down at it before looking back at him, a silent prompt for an explanation. “What?” He inquired mischievously, thumb rubbing your skin gently.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could your server opened the door with a brief knock. Childe’s hand stayed firmly in place as the server introduced themselves before asking if they could get you guys anything to drink. Thoma and Childe ordered regular fountain drinks, and requested two extra waters be brought out preemptively for Diluc and Zhongli whenever they should arrive.

“Ah yes may I have a glass of your finest red wine.” Kaeya asked with a smile once it came his time to order, earning a look from you. “What? It’s coming out of Diluc’s pocket not mine, might as well make good use of it.”

"And I'll have a..." You started, feeling Childe's hand inch upwards as the servers gaze remained fixed on you. "Just a r-regular glass of water please." You managed to force out while trying to ignore the growing feeling of need that Childe's attention was causing you. You smiled at the server as they stated that they'd be right back with your drinks.

Moments after the server left, Thoma's phone started buzzing. He answered it and paused for a few moments before he stepped away saying something about needing to meet Diluc and Zhongli in the lobby. That left you alone trapped in a booth with two mischievous gazes focused on you. "I must say, (Name)," Childe started, "you look absolutely stunning tonight. You really took Zhongli's 'Dress to Impress' speech to heart it seems." His flirty demeanor was predictable, earning a chuckle and an eye roll from you. His fingers were tracing patterns into the flesh of your inner thigh, head resting in his other hand as he studied you. You felt Kaeya's arm snake around your torso, hand coming to rest on your hip.

"He's right, you should wear this outfit more often." Kaeya whispered into your ear.

“You know, typically you’re supposed to wine and dine me before you-“ A knock resonated from the door, cutting you off and causing Kaeya to pull away from you but neither him nor Childe made any effort to remove their hands from where they were situated. The server entered with the table’s drinks on a tray, dishing them out to their respective spots on the table before asking if anybody was ready to order. Kaeya told them politely that we would wait for the rest of the group to join us first, and with that they turned and exited the room again.

You watched as Kaeya reached for his no doubt expensive wine, taking a sip and letting out a satisfied hum. "This wine is absolutely divine, it's not often I get the chance to indulge in such luxury. Would you like to try some, angel?" Kaeya asked you while his fingertips traced your hips.

"Sure." You hummed back, reaching out to grab the glass but Kaeya stopped your hand. You looked at him quizzically, watching as he dipped two fingers into the glass and let the crimson liquid pool at his fingertips. He brought his fingers to your lips, waiting for you to part them. You did, but only ever so slightly, letting your tongue drag along his slender fingers with a hum of delight as you maintained eye contact with him. Once upon a time you may have been flustered by his actions, but ever since the incident in the meeting room you have become no stranger to these types of occurrences. You pulled away before pressing a kiss to the pads at the tip of his finger.

"Divine indeed, captain." You added teasingly, the nickname a reference to a costume he wore to a halloween party last year that had caught on and stuck around even months after. You watched his unreadable expression closely as you awaited his response. He grabbed your face, tugging you toward him so he could plant a firm kiss on your lips while he caressed your cheek gently. You felt Childe's hand inch upward yet again further and further before finally reaching your clothed sex. Your breath hitched as Kaeya deepened the kiss, Childe rubbing you through thin material at a teasingly slow pace. You shifted your hips, trying to gain more friction from his fingers.

Kaeya pulled back from the kiss to let you catch your breath. "You know, there is one thing that would make this wine taste better." He kissed along your jaw and down your neck, breath fanning your skin as he continued. "If I could pour it over your chest and lick it off of you, slowly, inch by inch while you squirmed under my touch. That would make this experience undeniably perfect." You felt a shiver run down your spine, hand intertwining with his hair. As if working in tandem with Kaeya, Childe took this opportunity to slip his fingers past the barrier of fabric, your slick making his fingers run smoothly over your folds. Your free hand extended over to Childe's lap so you could palm him through his pants, thumb caressing the imprint of his erection. He let a breathy moan right next to your ear, fingers slipping into your heat.

"This is our reserved room, correct?" Zhongli’s voice resonated from just outside the door before the door swung open. He stepped in, followed by Diluc and Thoma. Your eyes met with Zhongli's as you tried futilely to push the lustful duo off of you. You filled with embarrassment when you thought about how sleazy you must look with Kaeya's lips attached to your neck and Childe's fingers squelching in and out of you. "Thoma, switch with (name), please. Evidently these two are incapable of practicing self control."

"W-what?" You protested, stomach sinking at the thought of disappointing your boss.

"Seriously, you two wouldn't know good timing if it hit you in the face. Your hotel rooms are literally a few yards away from each other." Diluc scoffed, tossing his suit coat over the back of his chair before pulling it out and sitting in it.

Childe pulled away from you, frowning at Diluc's words. "If I'm not mistaken, it was you who was moaning her name last night while you were alone in the shower, no?"

"And if I'm not mistaken, I'm still your boss. Watch how you talk to me." Diluc shot back immediately, crossing his arms over his chest. You scooted out of the booth, over Childe's lap, effectively pulling away from the two.

"Sorry.." You fiddled nervously with the hem of your skirt, still trying to recover from the embarrassment.

"You misunderstand me, gem, I'm not upset at you in the slightest." Zhongli smoothed over some of your hair comfortingly. "I specifically had a talk with these two about keeping things professional on this trip. This has nothing to do with you or your actions." You stared at him for a second before nodding. You took your place in between Zhongli and Diluc, directly across from where you had been previously sitting.

"How did your meetings go?" Zhongli asked you, tone much softer than the one he had just taken with Childe and Kaeya.

"They were boring for the most part, I managed to make a few connections though so that's good. What about you?" You responded, tuning out Diluc and Childe's bickering in the background.

"Stressful, I had many presentations to give, and only few bode over well."

"That's just how it goes." Thoma chimed in. "Tomorrow is a new day filled with new opportunity, I'm sure you'll do better."

"Stressful, eh? Fortunately for you, I know of the perfect way to relieve stress." Kaeya, ever the troublemaker, fixed his gaze on you pointedly for a few seconds to allow his point to get across. He just couldn't help himself when the ball was set up fo perfectly for him to spike it. You studied Zhongli's expression, his face remaining stoic as he processed Kaeya's innuendo.

"Unfortunately, the rules I set for you two apply to me as well. It would be wholly unfair to not hold myself to the same standard I hold my staff." Zhongli answered effortlessly. Seems like all these years of press conferences seemed to have really sharped his ability to form charismatic responses. Wait, 'unfortunately'?

"C'mon, Zhongli, (name)'s had eyes for us just as much as we've had eyes for them. You should see the look they get on their face when they're alone in their office." Childe laughed after ending his bickering session with Diluc. Your eyes went wide at that, having whole-heartedly believed you were being careful about when to indulge in your fantasies. "Besides, doesn't fucking them senseless sound like the perfect pick-me-up after a long day of meetings."

Zhongli seemed like he was still struggling to process his comment, resolve chipping with every second. He couldn't deny the nights he spent replaying the image of you bent over that table while he pleasured himself, and tonight was shaping up to be no different -- well, that would have been the case had he not attended this dinner. His eyes shifted over to you, inner turmoil apparent in them. Evidently, your response would be the deciding factor that pushed Zhongli to either side of the fence.

"He's not wrong." You shrugged, offering Zhongli a small smile. It was a simple sentence, only three words and yet… You watched his expression darken in that moment, his half hard erection already apparent in his pants.

"Thoma," you immediately noted the way his voice seemed to have dropped an octave. His gaze never once left yours.

"Yes boss?" Thoma responded almost instantly.

"Lock the door." Zhongli growled. Your heart skipped a beat, you felt heat rush straight to your core. The way Zhongli was looking at you made you feel bare even though not a single article of clothing had been removed from your form, at least not yet.

"The waitress is going to come back to place our order though." Diluc seemed to be the only voice of reason in this scenario. Thoma returned, scooting back into his spot in the booth, forcing Childe to be the one trapped in the middle this time. "That's gonna look awfully suspicious."

"Frankly, I can't seem to bring myself to care about that right now." Zhongli stood from his seat. He turned toward you, motioning for you to stand as well. "We'll tell them I had an important announcement that I didn't want getting interrupted or something." He lifted you at the hips and set you down on the table, placing himself in between your legs and pulling your core to meet his crotch. His lips caught yours, deep and breathtaking, as his hands roamed over your body. He tugged your shirt to untuck it until his fingers came into contact with the hem. He pulled it up, breaking the kiss to allow him to discard your shirt.

You found yourself rocking against him as his lips worked down your neck and chest. A new pair of hands hooked themselves under your bra clasp. You looked back to see Childe's arm extended. He pushed the straps off your arms, allowing the bra to fall away and expose your breasts. The cool air made your nipple perk instantly. You felt Childe's hands tug you down gently, allowing your back to lay against the cool cloth. You looked over to see Diluc's hands full of your table's drinks as he set them off to the side to avoid any accidents. Thoma eagerly took one of your nipples into his mouth while Kaeya's cold hand cupped the other.

Childe scooted the table away from him to provide him with the room to stand up. Your cheeks burned as you found yourself face to face with his still clothed erection. He chuckled at your expression, fingers caressing your cheek. He let his pointer finger trail delicately down your jaw to your chin, and then from your chin down your exposed neck. You shivered slightly at the way it tickled.

You felt someone tug down your skirt and your underwear, cool air rushing over your core. Zhongli had managed to free his member from his pants and was pumping himself outside of your field of vision. His other hand was pressed to your hip. He admired the way your chest heaved. Thoma and Kaeya littered your skin with bite marks and kisses. You watched intently as Childe followed in Zhongli's lead, freeing himself from his pants. Your lips parted slightly in anticipation, breath fanning the tip of Childe's dick with every exhale. Zhongli lined himself up with your entrance, you clenched your fists when you felt his tip push in. He sunk the rest of the way into you, a sigh of relief falling from his lips. He silently thanked Kaeya and Childe for prepping you so well before he had even arrived. Childe repeated this same process with your lips, slowly sinking into your mouth and relishing the feeling of your warm tongue wrapping around him.

The men both started thrusting at the same time but at very different paces. Childe was eager and less restrained, holding you steady while he fucked your face. He was also louder, not seeming to care if the staff or other patrons heard how good you were making him feel. Zhongli on the other hand was slower, drawing all the way out of you before slamming back into you. Though, after a few moments he seemed to compromise with himself and picked up the pace slightly, only drawing partially out of you, but still enough to let you feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each powerful thrust. You felt Diluc's familiar fingers come into contact with your clit, rubbing you in just the right way to make you clench around Zhongli and moan around Childe. Diluc left kisses all over your lower half, his long hair spilling over his shoulder and tickling your stomach.

The lewd sounds of slapping and kissing and sucking were all that could be heard in the room, along with Childe’s occasional unrestrained noises of pleasure. He moaned your name, head thrown back and mouth agape. His cheeks were flushed bright pink, and they only seemed to glow brighter the closer he got to cumming. Childe's pace became sloppy and erratic as he drew near to his own orgasm, thrusts becoming shallow as he chased euphoria. He pulled out right as he hit his high point so he could paint your chest with his cum. He moaned your name particularly loudly as he did, using his own hand to slowly lower himself down from his peak.

Kaeya pulled back and marveled at the marks he left on your skin, the imprints of his teeth visible in several spots. "My turn already?" He hummed, fingers tracing over the splotches and bruises on your skin. "A shame, I wasn't finished with my work of art yet." He stood up nonetheless as Childe fell back on the seat behind him, still trying to catch his breath. Kaeya quickly took his place, much to Thoma's disappointment. Kaeya's signature smirk hadn't left his face once while he admired the way your breasts glistened with a mixture of sweat and cum. He slowly undid the button to his pants, pushing them partially down his legs before moving to his underwear. You swear his cock bounced when it sprang free, tip flushed and absolutely beautiful. It seems this man truly didn't have an ugly bone in his body.

You felt Zhongli slowly coming undone inside you too, his cock twitching more and more every time he pushed himself into your smooth walls, even more so whenever Diluc's added stimulation made you clench around him. You felt yourself rock against his fingers, your own climax on the horizon. Zhongli gave one final thrust into you before you felt him spill his hot seed into you, his fingers digging into your hips in an attempt to ground himself. You moaned at the feeling of your walls being coated white. Kaeya took this as an opportunity to muffle you with his cock. He stuffed your mouth full of him, watching in a sort of satisfied sadistic fashion as you choked slightly on his length.

Zhongli pulled out of you after he finished cumming, panting heavily. You whined around Kaeya's cock at the loss of contact, hole clenching desperately around nothing. You squirmed your hips and mewled, hoping someone would get your wordless plea for some form of stimulation. Diluc, ever so observant, was the first one to pick up on your discomfort. "Aw, does my little princess want to be filled up again?" He asked tauntingly. "Do you want my cock inside of you?" His fingers continued to push you toward your orgasm. He chuckled at the way you jerked your hips into his touch, whines becoming louder still even with your mouth full of Kaeya's erection. As he felt your body start to tense, he withdrew his hand from your clit before you could cum. You pressed your thighs together while a groan left your lips, feeling frustrated tears well up in your eyes.

Diluc switched spots with Zhongli and unzipped his pants loud enough to get the anticipation in your stomach building rapidly. You heard fabric bunching and shuffling, and in turn took advantage of the adrenaline rush you were getting to eagerly please Kaeya. You hollowed your cheeks and allowed your tongue to work over him, lewd sucking noises escaping your lips. Kaeya groaned in response, his grip on your head tightening still as he bucked his hips into you frantically. You felt Zhongli's rough hands run over the skin of your breasts, centering on the nipples. You felt him wipe some of Childe's cum off you, and moments later the feeling of his fingers got replaced with his tongue as he sucked slightly on the soft flesh.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt Diluc's tip at your entrance, face contorting as you prepared for him to stretch you out just like Zhongli had. You paused as he pushed in -- not all the way, just an inch or so -- to truly revel in the feeling the he was providing you. He sunk in a little bit more to let you get used to the feeling of him in your tight sex, he was a little more girthy than Zhongli. Finally, he pushed into you until he bottomed out, filling your cunt to the brim with his member. A quiet groan escaping his lips; you would give anything to see the blissful look on his face right now.

You squirmed as he started to move. He went slowly at first, letting himself become coated in your slick to make his job easier. He took a few moments to find a good rhythm, one that was much different from Zhongli's. He was steady and consistent, pulling out an inch or two only to push back into you. He lifted one of your legs to give him a better angle, you let out a muffled moan as his tip kissed your sweet spot. Kaeya groaned again at the vibration of your voice. You felt Kaeya’s thumb press slightly against the center of your throat where he could feel himself thrusting in and out of you. You swallowed around him as he gave his last few thrusts before he was sent over the edge, cumming in spurts over your tongue. He let out a long moan that you wanted to keep on repeat forever.

You caught sight of Thoma eagerly awaiting his chance to feel your mouth around him. Kaeya pulled out slowly, stepping to the side (albeit a little bit grudgingly) to let Thoma have his turn. Thoma has already freed himself, precum leaking from the tip. He seemed a little nervous as he found himself finally aligned with your awaiting mouth. “Are you sure this is alright?” He asked, closely watching your face for signs of discomfort. His gentleness was refreshing after the way Kaeya and Childe so unceremoniously face-fucked you.

You giggled, kissing his tip causing his ears to flush red. “Mhm, of course. You’re so good for me~” His eyes went wide at your praise. You let your mouth hang open as an invitation for him to enter you, a high pitched whine escaping him almost immediately after sinking into you. He cupped your head gently, pulling out of you slowly before pushing back into you, truly appreciating the stimulation you were giving him.

Kaeya truly could never sit still with an opportunity so grand in front of him. His fingers found their way to toy with your clit, his cold fingers making you squirm under his touch. Childe, who was still on the couch, had gotten hard again and was pumping himself as he watch you slowly get your holes stuff full of cum. You moaned as Diluc’s dick hit your sweet spot again and again, Kaeya’s cold fingers causing your head to spin. You could feel your orgasm coming fast, and it felt like it was going to be an intense one. You arched your back off the table, whines becoming increasingly more frequent the more pressure built up. Diluc also seemed to be nearing his release, you could always tell by the way he moaned your name. A few more thrusts into you was all it took for you to come undone. You cried out, thighs quivering as you squirted all over Kaeya’s fingers and Diluc’s cock alike. Diluc followed a few seconds after, burying himself inside of you as he came hard, eyes intently watching the sight of you during and after your orgasm.

Thoma’s cock twitched as he watched you make a mess over Diluc’s cock, his breathy moans of your name getting louder and louder. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to finish, not with the way your tongue traced his veins and your hand assisting him with whatever he couldn’t fit in your mouth. You felt the knot come undone and Thoma’s sweet cum flooded your mouth. He pulled out, gently wiping the spit from your face.

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing as everyone came down from their highs. Zhongli was even nice enough to grab your water from where Diluc had set them off to the side and offer you some as he dabbed away some of your sweat with a napkin. Diluc finally pulled his now softened member out of you, admiring the way your cum-filled hole leaked. He had to fight the urge to fuck every last drop back into you.

A knock resonated from the door, causing everyone in the room to freeze. “Um, sorry to interrupt,” the servers voice sounded meekly from outside the door, “you guys reservation time is up…” You cringed at the idea of having to walk back to your hotel room in this state, legs still wobbly and cum all over you.

“I supposed to ‘important announcement’ excuse won’t work now..” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Zhongli sounded amused. “No need to fret, I’ll just pay them a generous tip to overlook this little.. endeavor.”

“You mean I’ll pay the tip.” Diluc cut in flatly. You all were lucky the company had the money to be avoiding scandals like this or else you’d all be done for. Maybe he could convince you to, uh, thank him for it later…

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Eyes that were usually vivid , vibrant neon green, were the toned down seafoam the fae had only seen centuries ago. When James was human. When James was young and still a bit wet behind the ears. Much younger than the modern Theo . A man just coming into his own. And very eager to do whatever it took to get praise from his father.

When Theodore used his title, James responded instantly. No quip.. no ‘not anymore’ or ’ you’ve not called me that in years’ but a simple “ Yes?” sufficed. Man of fewer words back then too.. “ Tea would be lovely, thank you. "a brow raised. ” However, I meant more along the lines of where.. are we .. exactly.. Moreover; a little clarity of how we’ve gotten here and why you are wearing that hideous ensemble “

Maybe this really is a dream? He’s certainly hoping so.

When Theodore slipped off to make Tea, James took a more thorough look around. The living room was spacious and luxurious, with high ceilings and large windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city. The room was dominated by a plush white sectional sofa that was arranged around a sleek, modern fireplace. The fire danced merrily behind the glass, casting warm shadows on the walls. The room was also adorned with sleek, minimalist furnishings that gave it a sense of sophistication and elegance.

A glass coffee table sat in the center of the sectional, surrounded by plush throw pillows in shades of cream and white. The walls were adorned with contemporary art pieces, and the floor was covered in a plush white shag rug that felt soft underfoot. The room was lit by elegant chandeliers that hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow on the space.

James shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t even begin to wrap my mind around all of this,” he said, still trying to take it all in as he took a seat “But I’m grateful to have you here with me, Theodore. You’ve .. quite a lavish manor here. ” He assumed this was Theo’s place, having no idea that it was actually HIS. ( or well.. future his )

Not able to help it, Theo looked down at his clothes when the choices were criticized, like he expected them to have suddenly changed into his old uniform. When they didn’t, and were still his modern outfit, he pouted that James didn’t approve. “I like blue.” He said as if it was the color that had been deemed offensive. He didn’t offer any sort of explanations yet … what could he say?

What had even happened? His own phone sat on the low coffee table and he wondered about calling Clark… but then thought maybe he should wait. If … if this was something he’d done…Theo thought perhaps he should wait a little while and see if maybe things magically changed back the same way they broke. What even had broken… did something ‘cure’ James in the middle of the night? That thought and a hundred others, mostly barely restrained panic, chased each other around in his head while he fixed the tea. When he opened the fridge for creamer, thinking he recalled that James used to like that little bit of sweetness when they’d been able to have it, the blood stashed neatly away was a glaring reminder that his brother back to ‘normal’ was actually anything but, and had not been ‘normal’ for two centuries.

Oh he really hoped the man didn’t take a look in there. Theo grimaced and quickly finished up. He brought the mugs to the spacious living room and sat where he’d been sleeping. His blanket was half drug onto the floor and the fey scooped it up and wrapped it back around himself. “It’s not mine.” He said, “And…actually it’s just an apartment. Well…an apartment almost as big as a house. There’s a whole city out there.” How much should he say? How did James’ younger self even get here? He was frowning into his mug, one of a whole stash of novelty coffee mugs that he kept around after having gotten sick of the entire minimalism décor of the place and began insisting that it needed actual colors.

Painting full size murals on the walls had been sternly vetoed.

He passed the second mug over, “I think I remember you liking a bit of cream in it, we don’t have cream right now, but I figure milk is just as good.” Theo pulled the blanket tighter about himself, “What…ah…what happened? How’d… how’d you… you don’t remember living here?”

(For James in present day)

Being nocturnal for several centuries may have messed up James' internal clock, but Theo was still up with the sun (when he managed to sleep at all). He'd actually let himself in to the apartment some time the previous night and passed out on the sofa. A blanket had been draped over him he couldn't remember if he had done it or not but woke up warm when shuffling from the bedroom roused him.

He checked the time on his phone and saw sunrise was in an hour. Theo yawned and stretched, "James? ...Sir?" He listened for more noise from the bedroom and then rose to knock on the door.

Captain James Norrington nearly dropped the device he had been looking at when there was a knock on the door. James hesitated, unsure of who could be on the other side, though the voice did sound .. very familiar.

As he approached the door, he could hear the sound of someone shuffling on the other side. He cautiously opened the door, and to his surprise, he found Lieutenant Theodore Groves standing in front of him. James was stunned and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. How was Theodore here, and how had he survived all these years?

James stood frozen, unable to find the words to respond. He was still trying to process the fact that Theodore was alive, and the idea of explaining his situation was overwhelming. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, He wondered how he had ended up here, and why Theodore was still alive. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing, and vowed to find a way back to his own time and regain control of his life.

He quickly collected himself and tried to hide the confusion he felt at the sight of his second-in-command in this strange land or time. “I’m fine, Theodore,” he said, trying to sound reassuring. “Just a bit disoriented, that’s all.”

He motions to their surroundings..

“ Perhaps you’ll be good enough to explain the meaning of this… Lieutenant?” he rasped, much more confused now than even a minute ago “ Moreover: what the devil you are wearing?” He’d not yet realized he’s just in a pair of silk black PJs..

#ashortdropandasuddenstop #v: potc #v: metropolis #queued

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xutokawa · 4 years ago

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aahh the s/o finding scratch marks is fulfilling my angst needs 😭🤚🏽 could u maybe do one with bokuto & suna 🥺 i love your writing so much!! xx

pairings: suna x reader, bokuto x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating

wc: 2.3k

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a/n: thank you for your support! I tried adding more plot to it this time hehe. breaking bokuto’s heart broke mine bro :( hope you like it! also TYSM GUYS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS FDJSKF i love every single one of yu :D <3 mwah mwah mwah

atsumu and oikawa ver.

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Suna

“Rin, hand me the soy sauce,” you asked, not looking up from the dish you were stir frying.

“Get it yourself,” Suna teased back. Rolling your eyes, you stuck out your hand. Laughing, Suna came up behind you, placing the bottle of soy sauce in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands snuck under your shirt, laying on your bare stomach. You leaned back into his chest, sighing contently. The two of you rarely had time together anymore. While you were burying yourself in your work in hopes for a promotion, Suna was busy with practices that extended throughout the whole day. Both of you were exhausted by the time you came home to your apartment together, unable to muster the energy to do anything except fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“Mmm, you smell good,” Suna said, taking a deep breath into your neck.

“I think that’s the fried rice you’re smelling,” you joked back. Butterflies stormed your stomach as Suna’s hands gently massaged your sides. Even after living with the middle blocker for three years, he never failed to make you feel like a crushing high school student. Suddenly, Suna’s gentle hands grew antsy, teasingly tickling your sides. Jumping, you tell him, “Rin, stop! I’m going to spill something!”

“I think I’ll keep going,” Suna teased back, his hands continuing to tickle you. With one poke to your side, your entire body jerked, causing the soy sauce in your hand to fling into the air, and onto Suna’s shirt.

“Y/n! I really liked this shirt!” Suna whined.

“That’s your fault, baby. I told you to stop,” you shrugged, laughing at his expression.

“Whatever, I’m going to go change,” Suna pouted, turning away.

As you finished cooking, you went into your shared bedroom to tell Suna dinner was ready. You were stopped in your tracks, however, when you saw his changing form. Back to you, long scratch marks ran down the length of his back. Scratches that were not put there by you.

“R-rin, what is this?” You asked, voice beginning to waver.

Suna spun around, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Y/n! Why didn’t you knock?” Suna nervously asked, rushing to push his t-shirt over his head, “It’s nothing, babe, just uh, got in a fight!”

“Are you sure it was a fight? Or was it a late night in someone else's bed?” You asked accusingly, brows furrowing. Would your Suna cheat on you? You had felt pretty secure about your relationship before now, never having a reason to doubt your trust in your boyfriend. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to make excuses for the lines raked down his back.

Pain and guilt flashed across Suna’s eyes, and that’s when you knew. You were wrong to believe you gave him everything he needed in a relationship.

“Look, y/n, we can figure this out, just let me-” Suna began.

“Please, stop,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears. The middle blocker felt his heart shatter watching you back away from him as if he were a plague.

“No, you don’t understand! I can’t lose you like this,” Suna said, walking towards you, wanting nothing more than to pull you in his arms and wipe your tears away. He stopped in his tracks, however, when you flinched away from his touch, hatred flickering in your eyes. At that moment, Suna felt like the scum of the earth.

“Please, get away from me. Get out of this room, get out of this apartment! I don’t need your excuses,” You said, voice raising. When you finally looked up to meet Suna’s eyes, you found nothing but despair and regret.

“No! I won’t leave you, y/n! You don’t understand how much I need-” Suna started.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Rintarou,” you scoffed. The pain in Suna’s chest grew at the use of his full name.

“I-it’s Rin. You always call me Rin. Please, call me Rin,” Suna pleaded, voice beginning to shake, “Stop distancing yourself from me. I’m your Rin. Please, don’t leave. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you!”

“You’re a pathetic piece of shit, Rintarou! Cheating on me and then begging for me to stay and forgive you? Tell me, what was your plan? Did you just want a quick fuck one night? Or did you plan to keep cheating on me for the rest of our relationship?” You angrily walked towards him. Suna watched as the love you once held in your eyes for him turned into agony. He felt himself crumple knowing he was the sole cause of your anger and hurt.

“No! It was a mistake! Please, let me make it up to you,” Suna reached for your hands, desperate to have you with him.

“The only mistake that was made here was me trusting you,” You said, spinning around as you headed for the door. Suna physically flinched at your words, hurt and shame flooding his body. Panic filled his mind at the sound of your keys jingling and the sound of you putting on your shoes.

“Wait! Y/n, where are you going? Please don’t leave, it’s not safe for you to go out right now. Just stay and let us talk about it,” Suna pleaded, walking up behind you.

“I’d rather be anywhere but here with you right now,” you coldly replied, reaching out for the door handle. Suna rushed to stop you from turning the knob.

“Please, y/n, I can’t handle you leaving me,” Suna whispered.

“Just leave it, Suna. No amount of begging or love can fix my trust for you,” you replied, back towards his sobbing figure. Suna finally fell to his knees in defeat as you walked out of the apartment, knowing he lost you forever.

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Bokuto

“Ugh, I’m so ready to just relax,” you sighed out, dramatically splaying your arms across the center console in your fiancé’s car. A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of Bokuto chuckling from beside you, not taking his eyes off the road. You could never get used to his laugh, no matter how many times you’ve heard it.

“I know, baby. You deserve it,” Bokuto replied, taking one hand off the steering wheel to place on your thigh, giving a light squeeze. The two of you had been insanely busy the month leading up to this trip. From your boss’ unrelenting demands at work to your family’s constant nagging and opinions on your wedding decorations, the two of you just needed to catch a break. So, when Bokuto brought up the idea of a weekend beach trip, you immediately agreed, jumping up and down in excitement.

The beaming sun immediately warmed your skin as you stepped out of the car. Warmth spread through your body as you glanced back at Bokuto as he started pulling out your stuff from the trunk, looking up to flash you his smile you had fallen in love with ages ago.

“You go on ahead and find a spot for us, I’ll follow in a second,” Bokuto called out to you. Giving a thumbs up, you started towards the gleaming ocean, excitement filling your body as you felt the sand beneath your feet. Finally, choosing a spot, you unfolded your beach chair, spreading your towel across the top. A smile settled on your face as you laid down, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the harsh rays. Your eyes drifted closed, the sounds of waves crashing and children giggling putting you in a serene state.

Bokuto chuckled at your appearance before setting up his own beach chair next to you, situating a beach umbrella between the two chairs. He felt his heart speed up as he gazed at your relaxing figure, wanting nothing more than to cover your face in kisses. The spiker felt so much love for you, so he felt nothing but confusion as to how he woke up in another person’s bed two nights ago, naked. His adoration for you was replaced with guilt. Bokuto still hadn’t figured out how to approach the situation, how to tell you without you breaking off the engagement. He wanted nothing more than to watch you walk down the aisle in a few months, than to have children running around the two of you as you prepared dinner, than to grow old with you by his side. Bokuto was still unsure of what happened that night to cause him to slip out of a random person’s apartment in his clothes from the previous night.

The spiker was shook from his thoughts at the sound of your voice.

“Are you going into the water?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I think I will just to cool off,” Bokuto replied, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Okay, I’ll join you in a bit, I just want to lay for a little longer,” you replied to him, closing your eyes again.

“Okay, baby. Take your time,” Bokuto said, placing a kiss on your forehead before starting towards the water. You giggled as you watched your fiancé run towards the ocean. Your laughter quickly died, however, once you saw his back.

Your eyes widen with a mixture of shock and confusion, racking your brain for an explanation for the long, red strips that lined your fiance's back, but, no matter how hard you thought, nothing came up. The past month had been too hectic for the two of you to ever get close to intimate. Tears began pricking your eyes as the realization that Bokuto had cheated on you settled in your mind.

Does he know he has scratch marks on his back? Is this his subtle way of telling me he wants to end this? That I wasn’t enough for him?

As soon as Bokuto hit the ocean, the salty water stung his back. His initial confusion as to where the pain came from was quickly replaced with realization. He shot up at the water, turning to watch you get up from your seat.

Maybe they didn’t see, he hoped. His hopes, however, were quickly crushed as his heart dropped to his feet. You began to gather your things, rummaging through Bokuto’s belongings until you found the keys to his car.

Panicking, Bokuto ran out of the ocean as fast as he could, cursing at the water for resisting his movements. He watched helplessly as you began walking back towards the parking lot. You saw. You saw the scratch marks, and now you were leaving Bokuto. The spiker’s worst nightmares were turning into a reality right in front of his eyes.

The dull shouting of your name from down the beach sounded in your ears. You ignored Bokuto’s incessant calls for you, the ache in your heart overpowering every emotion you were feeling.

Bokuto ran through the sand as fast as he could, hoping to catch up to you before you left his life forever. His lungs and legs were screaming, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain of you leaving. Panic rose in his eyes as he watched you get into the driver's seat, starting the engine to his car.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you took a shaky breath, a weak attempt to try and calm your heart. You looked down at your engagement ring, memories of that night flashing through your mind, forcing another sob to rack your body knowing that your memories now meant nothing. Banging on the car window startled you as you looked up to find a panicked Bokuto. His frantic words were muffled as you watched him desperately attempt to stop you from leaving.

“Please, y/n, roll down the window. Let me explain, please,” Bokuto blabbered, “Y/n, please don’t leave me, you have to let me explain. I love you! I want to marry you, and you only!”

Anger surged through your body as you scoffed at his words. Rage blinded your thoughts at the mention of your impending marriage. How dare he tell you he wants to get married after cheating on you? Your brain didn’t have time to process your movements as you pulled your ring off your left hand. You watched as a glimmer of hope flickered in Bokuto’s eyes as you began to roll down the window, only to have his eyes widen in pain and shock as you handed him your engagement ring.

“You’re really a piece of shit, Bokuto. You know that?” Tears began welling up in the spiker’s eyes as he stared at the piece of metal that laid in his hands.

“No, y/n, please. Give me your hand, please,” Bokuto frantically pleaded, reaching for your hand. The ring in his hand belonged nowhere else except your ring finger.

“Just stop, Bokuto, you’ve already ruined everything,” you scoffed out. As his eyes met yours, he was met with a whirlwind of hurt, shame, and pity. That’s when he realized. To you, he was pathetic. The love and adoration that made your eyes shine brighter than the sun was now replaced with hatred and pain, making them burn greater than the depths of hell.

Bokuto’s heart shattered into pieces knowing you would never love him the same, knowing he broke your trust.

“I-,” Bokuto paused, unsure of what else he could say to get you back.

“I’m sorry, y/n” the man in front of you choked out. Bokuto felt helpless as he watched you roll up your window and drive away from him, leaving him in shattered pieces.

That night, when Bokuto finally returned to his shared apartment, the reality of the situation hit him. The empty aura filling the space that he used to share with you was all it took for Bokuto to fall onto his knees, becoming a shell of his former self. You were gone.

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high-dragon-bait · 2 years ago

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Amazing Devil Lyrics That Remind Me of My Favorite Dragon Age Characters

Just how niche can this blog get? I don’t have explanations for some of these. Let’s go

The Warden

By day, oh Lord, three things I pray, that I might understand as best I can how bold I was, could be, will be, still am, by God, still am

"If I don't make it back from where I've gone just know I loved you all along"

I stare at the soldiers before me. All my blossoms that have waited to rise

These lines aren’t wrinkles dear heart, they’re just dollops of paint on a new work of art

“You're better than this!” He says as a hand slaps my face

And as I walk away I know, I've been through the wars but that creaking you hear in my bones, it's not pain, it's applause

Hawke

Hey darling hey. Hey darling hey. I’m the hardest goodbye that you’ll ever have to say.

'Cause I've been here so many times before. Don't you think I look pretty curled up on this bathroom floor?

"You alright?" asked the boys from beyond. "You gave us such a fright. We'd hate to see your mascara drip into your pint"

But like rubbing wine stains into rugs it's my curse to try and make it right, but by trying make it worse

I'm the touch you crave, I'm the plans that you made. But fuck all your plans, I'm bored!

Tear me up and burn me up and rip me up and leave your hand on the wall as you go. Blood's pouring like Martini. Graffiti sweet bikini. Is that what you think of me now? No no no no

You said, "I love you less than when it all began.” And I said fewer 'cause I make jokes to show how broken I really am

I’m not trapped with you, you see, you’re the one who’s trapped with me.

The Inquisitor

My dress is on fire and I hurl myself, I heal myself, I drag myself like a rug in the rain. And my saint, she is dancing, and every step I choose to take begins to set the world aflame

"Hold the hand of the god-child," they said, "as he falls from the sky"

And what you hear is not silence, it's just the trees waiting to hear what next you'll hum. And what you see is not the dark it's just the gods upturning ink pots 'cause they know what you'll become

You are in the earth of me. You are in the earth of me. My head's not yours it's mine, and I'll take my fucking time

'Cause you, you touch, my skin peels off like paint. But beneath all of our panting, there's this noise I cannot shake. Well, can't you hear that scratching? There's something at the door

'Cause if we join our hands in prayer enough to God, I imagine it all starts to sound like applause

'Cause we'll dance together so close we're sharing breath. But now I'm leading, doesn't that just scare you to death?

Alistair

And the soldiers march behind me, I can hear them beat their spears. And for the first time in all my life I know I'm more than what I fear

Does my hair look as nice as it did when it once tangled up in your eyes?

The person that fifteen year old me would be proud to have known!

All it took to unearth in the dust and the dirt some release or respite from the heat and the hurt, was taking the time now and then to ask how I am

Morrigan

With a hoik of her bra, she waved to the bar, and slipped into the night

“Come devil come,” she says “Call out my name.”

You make the bed up silent on the floor, so no one will hear us. You try so loud to love me, I cannot seem to hear

Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring

Witness me, old man, I am the wild

Cause I’m more than what my mum told me to be

I make shipwrecks out of my dress and the door below, it splinters, and the creature creeps inside

Leliana

Do you like my dress? It has pockets.

This here is not make-up, it's a porcelain tomb. And this here is not singing, I'm just screaming in tune.

And to those gods, I will speak bluntly "We've an accord, if you ever touch or harm him" Please rest assured that you might not fear a man but to a woman, by the end, you'll kneel and plea

I’m the paper cut that kills you! I’m the priest that you ignored!

We were gods, “we were kids”

Cause brick by brick you built us, and I’d fill in the cracks. Nothing quite prepares you for when they don’t come back

Fenris

I drink that nice wine you were saving, it’s saving me now, love.

And we fall into each other! The scratching grows so loud! Because that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out

You're brave because they broke you, yet broken still you breathe. So breathe, breathe, just breathe

These plates they smash like waves, and these wine stains hide the tears

I've got knuckle burn from typing all these lines into your chest!

Oh, and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours. And our screaming joins in unison, I cry out to the Lord

Anders

You do not get to hurt me just because I asked you once if you were alright!

You angel-heart, you monster, oh some godforsaken Prospero. Your feathers and your paws. Your hell for leather applause

With you I could summon the gods and the stars

I wish I'd done things different, I wish that I'd been brave. I wish I'd known these stones were something I could save

Varric

And I pack what is needed for the journey to come. All my books, all my bracken and booze. And the door shuts behind me and I breathe in the air and say, "Yeah, well I'm sorry too"

You dance on tables, endless labels. Are you Cain? ‘Cause I'm not Abel. Your bastard lasting night bus asking “What's the everlasting fable?”

“Sleep now,” oh, she says. “Tomorrow's jokes have yet to be laughed at or said”

I won’t let you turn our last night into this! Gonna binge watch a box-set, drink wine, reminisce

Solas

GIVE ME BACK MY HEART YOU WINGLESS THING

Our gods have abandoned us, left us instead. Take up arms, take my hand, let us waltz for the dead

Are you god or devil, ghost disheveled? Childhood friend or drunken revel? I cannot stop, I'm bleeding out for you

I'm the heartbreak that aches far too much to be shunned. All those letters unsent and that garden ungrown. I'm the captain of courage that you've eternally lacked. I'm the Jesus of wishing to Christ he'll come back

You are that space that's in between every page, every chord and every screen. You are the driftwood and the rift. You're the words that I promise I don't mean

"Be good to me," I whisper. And you say, "What?" and I say, "Nothing, dear"

'Cause I when I stand oh those folks will run, and tell the tales of what I've become. They'll speak of me, oh in whispered tones, and say my name like it shakes their bones

"Be good to me," I beg of him, "Be good to me," I beg of him. Be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good. And he replies, "No, no, not I"

Cole

I'm the tales that the guests will applaud and believe. I'm the child that you just didn't have time to conceive

And when the rain came down I made a vow out to the dark "Please, let her live just one more day" 'Cause she is so much more than all her scars

Cause that sun that beams down as my hands touch the grass. After summers of fasting I feel hunger at last!

Oh, what? These, these aren't tears. It's just the rain that wasn't brave enough to fall

#Dragon Age #Dragon Age 2 #dragon age: origins #dragon age: inquisition #I could've kept going but. I had to stop eventually #the amazing devil #how many people are actually gonna get this i wonder. let's fine out

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shingia · 4 years ago

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hopefullyy this inspires u to write,,, can i request hc's of the boys getting jealous seeing their s/o work well with another person on a team/club? like good chemistry with a dance partner for example! (u can choose who u write but can it include iwa!!) <33

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS SEEING YOU WORK WELL WITH ANOTHER PERSON ✗

a/n : kdjfkdjdkdj i love this request omg ty ! i did half hc/half scenarios bc i thought the request fitted this format <3

-> iwaizumi, osamu, kuroo, suna, tsukishima

-> warnings : kuroo’s a bit suggestive (tbh i don’t know about the rest. it’s just... kinda hot? (tsukki’s only fluff tho<3))

-> reblogs are >>>>

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s jealousy was practically non existent until he actually saw you interact with your partner

• don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves your smile - but he especially loves to be the one who caused it

• he tends to get physically very protective of you, so expect his arm to stay wrapped around your shoulders most of the time. because to him it’s the easiest way to show the world (but especially your partner) that you’re his

• he also not-so-subtly offers you to wear his clothes on days when you have practice. and he secretly hopes that someone will ask you who they belong to...

« it’s cold outside. you should wear this ». iwa’s low and unannounced voice makes you turn around in surprise. leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe, he’s holding your favorite jacket in his hand - the one with his name written on the back, and you suspect that this might not be a coincidence... with a chuckle, you agree to put it on, noticing the proud spark in his eyes. « you know, i’m pretty sure everyone already knows i’m dating you » you tease him with a wink, all while also admiring the way his name takes up the whole width of your back. « oh yeah ? » he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans forward to rest his hands on the sink behind you. trapped between his outstretched arms, you watch his smirk grow just a little bit bigger as he lets out, very quietly, « well this is just a reminder... it better be the last ». his green eyes locked with yours could almost make you forget about his arm snaking around your waist at a painfully slow pace. almost.

— OSAMU

• look, he’s very happy for you. no doubt about it. but he’s so used to see people fawn over his brother that he can’t help but get a little protective from time to time

• since gifts are his #1 love language, he might buy you a workout-friendly piece of jewelry that you can wear during your practice

• he also insists on dropping you off and picking you up as often as his busy schedule allows it. especially since he learned that your partner was willing to give you a ride home...

• it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, obviously. he just doesn’t trust them yet

• and that’s why his kisses - and pda in general - are a bit more « intense » than usual

leg bouncing up and down, osamu is (very) anxiously for your conversation with your teammate to end. because after watching the entirety of your practice, he needs a little reminder that you two also have incredible chemistry together... a better one, even. so as soon as he sees you wave your teammate goodbye, he stands up straight, arms open just wide enough to welcome you against his chest. but instead of the chaste kiss you expected to get, you’re actually greeted by his left hand grabbing your sides while his right meets your lower back. disconcerted, you don’t even have time to say a word that his mouth crashes onto yours so eagerly that you have to lean back a few inches. « wh-what was that for ? » you pant as soon as his warm lips have left yours. « nothing. i love ya, that’s all » he smiles innocently, glad that you didn’t notice the cocky look he just gave your teammate who witnessed everything from afar... exactly as planned.

— KUROO

• passive agressive™️

• he would insist on properly meeting your partner but oh god they better brace themselves,,,

• because kuroo’s the kind of boyfriend that will shake their hand hard enough to make them yelp, all while having an angelic smile plastered on his face

• oh and you can forget being called by your name : he’s going to demonstrate the entire variety of nicknames he has for you. he might even come up with new ones just because he’s feeling « inspired »

• every single thing he says to your partner has to be a reminder that you two are dating. like « oh yeah they told me about this yesterday.. during our date ». just to make sure that there’s no misunderstanding.

« well... speak of the devil », kuroo hears you chuckle, your voice almost drowned out by his heavy breathing. he’s obviously planing on apologizing for being late... but not now. there’s something he wants to do first. still very aware of your partner’s presence right in front of you, he decides to securely yet eagerly wrap his arms around your waist before spinning you around proudly. « so... you guys were talking about me ? » he asks, glad to know that he’s the reason behind your giggles. « we were, actually » you answer a bit more seriously as he finally puts you down, still keeping both his hands on your waist. « well, i am your boyfriend after all... » he starts, interrupting himself to place a loud peck on your jawline. the only thing you can think is about is how awful this situation must be for your partner... kuroo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered at all, as shown by the way one of his hands discreetly makes its way under the fabric of your t-shirt to rest directly on your skin. « hands off, kuroo » you order him with a slap on the back of his hand. an offended gasp leaves his lips, yet he complies reluctantly, thinking that your partner probably already knows everything that needs to be known about him.

— SUNA

• he doesn’t really mind it... as long as you’re willing to cuddle once you get back from practice. if you’re not, then he’s gonna start to worry

• because cuddling is probably his favorite ‘boyfriend privilege’ and he doesn’t want it to be taken away from him

• his schedule is pretty tight so he might not be able to attend any of your practices, but he asks you to record it as much as you possibly can so that he can watch the videos with you afterwards

• and seeing how smoothly you and your partner move together definitely doesn’t help with his worrying

it’s been thirty minutes now, and suna’s still not done watching the videos you took today. he loves to share these moments with you, snuggled up against each other the bed ; but most importantly, he has someone to keep his eye on... « babe- are you 100% sure that this was part of the choreography? » he suddenly speaks up, his eyes leaving the screen for the first time. you quirk a curious eyebrow, more surprised by his unusually suspicious tone rather than by the question itself. « oh, the hand on my waist ? yes, rin. it was ». at your words, his lips press into a thin line, he’s obviously far from being convinced. but you know your boyfriend well and you’re quick to reassure him : « you know, his hand might have been on my waist but you’re the one laying in my bed right now ». the frown on his face disappears almost immediately - much faster than you would’ve thought, replaced by a much more confident expression as his hands start to gently stroke your sides up and down. « mmh, i guess you’re right.... i mean, at the end of the day, only i get to have ‘all of this’ for myself » he smirks, playfully eyeing you up and down until he can’t resist the temptation of your slightly parted lips anymore.

— TSUKISHIMA

• tsukki’s not jealous, he’s just... well.. cautious. or at least that’s what he tells you

• but, deep down, he knows that simple cautiousness wouldn’t make spend his days and nights stressing about this new partner of yours...

• so, after a few weeks, his impassible facade starts to crumble a little bit. nothing too extreme, but just enough to let your partner know that you’re taken.

• and he knows he doesn’t need to do much : one of his signature scornful looks is more than enough. especially when he’s staring at your partner dead in the eyes while you’re greeting him with a hug and a kiss after your practice

« tsukishima kei, i’m waiting for an explanation ». with a sigh, your boyfriend drops his book on the table, turning his chair around to face you. « i don’t have one, i already told you. you told me to introduce myself, and i did. end of story ». you both know that tsukki did not just ‘introduce himself’ like any other human being would have done. and that’s precisely what you’re trying to make him admit - because your partner looked genuinely scared during practice today. « wha- no, i didn’t look down on him. it’s not my fault he’s so short... » he mumbles under his breath, trying his best to avoid any eye contact with you. but you know that only a slight tilt of his chin upwards is enough to make his eyes lock with yours - and that this is enough to have him admit anything. « you’re jealous, kei. and it’s painfully obvious by the way... » you smirk - but this smirk disappears in a split second as he slowly gets up from his chair, towering over you like he usually does. « ok, maybe i am. but i just wanted to make sure that he knew his place. and especially mine » he finally admits, his lips spreading in a scornful smirk that would be terrifying if his eyes weren’t filled with the infinite tenderness he has always felt for you.

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lovexjoe · 3 years ago

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Safe Guard Part 4

Recap

“I’m pregnant!” She beams and Jack’s face turned pale.

WHAT?!

Y/N POV

She can't be.....

Jack was known for always wearing protection with his side pieces. But he didn't wear any with me. Oh my god, was I just another on his list? I look at Jack to see him faking a smile to everyone and pulling Destiny away to his room. Urban walks over to embrace me in a hug since I'm sure Jack told him what went down. I accepted the hug then excused myself to my room. I needed to be alone. None of this should of happened. LAST NIGHT should have never happened. I'm an idiot for even trusting this scumbag. Was Destiny lying? I don't know, but I think my time in Atlanta is overdue. My parents are expecting me to hop on a flight tomorrow, so I weighed out my options. A few minutes has passed, my bags are packed and I'm rushing down the stairs with my belongings. The Uber already pulled up since it was in close distance. "Y/N! Wait! Where are you going?" Druski called out

"Home!" With that I closed the front door and entered my Uber. I begged the man to floor it to the airport. I needed to be out of here as soon as possible. I can’t let myself get close to him. He’s going to hurt me.

Jack POV

Pregnant?! How the fuck is that even possible? I ALWAYS wear a condom then I flush it down the toilet so she doesn’t try anything crazy. There’s no way it’s mine. Y/N is probably so hurt right now. I didn’t want to put Destiny out in front of everyone so I pulled her into my room. Y/N hates me I can feel it.

“What game are you playing?” I crossed my arm and stared her down. Destiny holds the pregnancy test and smirks.

“You think I’m stupid? You and Y/N are not gonna play me and get away with it. This! Was the first sign.” She waved the back of the necklace in my face. Well that happened sooner than I expected.

“Destiny let’s be real. You know we were just fucking on and off. I was done with you then you hopped on the first plane here!”

“Then you could’ve told me to leave last night instead of fucking Y/N then coming to bed and fucking me!” She throws the test in my face. And starts pacing back and forth. Yes I had sex with her last night after Y/N and I ……I don’t know why I even did it. I just did.

“Is the kid mine or not?” I pressed her

“Im not pregnant….I just said it-“

"Y/N! Wait! Where are you going?" I hear Druski from the kitchen.

“Home!” Y/N yells and then the front door closing was all that could be heard. She’s leaving ?! This situation is getting out of hand. I could lose her forever.

“Destiny. I’m going to be nice about this, but pack your shit and get out.” I said it as calmly as I could and then immediately bolted out of the house to my car. Y/N always ghost after her problems. She loves running away even without an explanation, she’ll just shut you out and most likely never to talk to you again. Not with me, I’m not losing her. I floored it to the airport.

Y/N

I’m an idiot. I left the house in a hurry and not even check to see when was the next flight back to Kentucky. I sighed as the lines were outrageously long to check in. I purchased the flight that was 30 mins from now and decided to head to Starbucks to grab some coffee. What a way to spend my birthday. Jack was blowing up my phone but I silenced all his messages, if I was to read just one I would soften up. An unknown number texted me and I decided to read it.

‘I’m sorry for causing a scene. I’m not pregnant I found out about the necklace and I overheard you and Jack having sex. What made me more pissed was that he had sex with me afterwards.’

She isn’t pregnant…..

But he had sex with her right after me…..

This man really is a whore! I silenced the rest of my notifications after I told Urban I got my plane ticket and I’m leaving soon. I wouldn’t want him to worry as he always does. The time went by fast as hell and I was now seated on my flight. I was happy that I had my whole row to myself so I got as comfortable as I could. A heavy set fellow comes and stands in front of my row. Fuck so much for that. I moved my bag and told him a quick sorry.

“No worries, darling!” I looked up at him trying not to laugh at his voice. He had sunglasses on, pink hair and a bright orange jumpsuit. This man was definitely strange. I turned to my window to hold in my laughter.

Jack POV

Don’t ask why the fuck I’m in costume right now. I’ll do anything to win this girl back. I had no choice because Urban texted me the flight she’s on and the only way she wouldn’t cause a scene is if I was in costume. So I made a quick stop at a Halloween shop and made it look as believable as possible. I call this alter ego; Jorge. I try to make the highest pitch voice possible and I can tell she’s trying not to laugh. The plane is aware I’m on this plane and I have a special plan for her. The plane finally takes off and I always a few minutes to go by until we were able to take our seatbelts off.

“So why are you headed to Kentucky?” I turn to her acting as feminine as possible.

“Let’s just say I’m having the worse birthday ever.” She sighs as she places her headphones down and turns her attention to me.

“It’s your birthday and you’re on a flight? Oh no baby tell me more.” She scrunches her face as she looks at me, wondering who the fuck I am. I look crazy babe I know. I’m doing this for you.

“The dude that I like- that I love got some girl pregnant, but turns out she isn’t pregnant. Then I just found out after he had sex with me he had sex with her right after!” She balls her fist up in frustration.

“Sounds like a telenovela!” I flipped my hair.

“What if he didn’t mean it?” I added

“Well he shouldn’t have done it….” She rolls her eyes

“I’m sure he’s very sorry and men are stupid. And this girl sounds crazy anyway……”

“She was crazy…..” she sighed thinking to herself. I pulled my wig off and sunglasses. Her eyes were wide.

“You got to be kidding me!” She starts whisper yelling and poking me with her finger.

“Hey hey! Im sorry okay? Y/N seriously just listen to me. Okay?” I hold her hands in mine.

“Fuck all the goofy shit. I’m sorry for everything that happened. Destiny was doing all of this to break us up. Now yes I had sex with her right after you and that’s where I fucked up. I’m sorry baby please just give me one more chance. No more fuck ups. I promise she’s already gone. I need you. You got me dressing up like an idiot just so I can convince you to be with me. I-I don’t do this shit for anyone!” I confessed. Mentally praying she’ll forgive me. She wanted to stay mad but she places a soft kiss on my lips and poked my fat suit.

“You’re lucky I love you” a big grin appears on my face. I gave one of the flight attendants the signal and they all followed in with a cake and they started to sing happy birthday to Y/N. Two of them handed her bouquets of roses. Being famous has some perks.

~~~~~~

Y/N wanted to be mad but Jack has never tried this hard for anyone. He turned the whole plane upside down just for her birthday and it truly softened her heart up. He promised her to make use of the fact that they flew out to Kentucky. He’ll take her back to their favorite childhood spots and visit their parents. She teased him about the fat suit, because she couldn’t believe he would go this far. Jack reaches into his pocket to pull out the necklace that was originally for her.

“This belongs to you, beautiful.” He places it on her neck and kissed her head.

The two was in their bubble the entire plane ride. From childhood friends to lovers. Who would have thought?

THE END

( I really hope y’all like it 😭)

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb

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devilyn · 4 years ago

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my last | tsukishima kei

— alexa, play: i wouldn’t know any better than you by gentle bones

I'll think of a place where I can meet you (meet you) To tell you all the reasons why I need you I won't mess it up again and leave you But I wouldn't know, I wouldn't know any better than you

— synopsis: you’ve become an expert at reading between the lines with tsukishima kei, until you absolutely can’t anymore.

— genre: more angst & happy endings, i love hurt/comfort lol.

— word count: 1.8k

"You're my first, you know."

Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze turning up to meet Tsukishima's. His fingers ran through your hair slowly, your head resting comfortably in his lap.

"Hm?" you questioned.

"Relationship," he responded simply. There was a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite identify, but he looked like he was seeing right past you. "Probably my last too."

You were quiet for a second before your hand reached out to gently brush over his cheek.

"If it were coming from anyone else, I'd say it's romantic," you teased. "but it's you, so what's wrong, Kei?"

His eyes seemed to refocus, dialing back into your reality.

"...I just don't think anyone else would be able to put up with me the way you do," his lips curled up into a familiar smirk, and you scoffed and rolled your eyes as he leaned down quickly.

Back then, you knew. You knew his real intentions, and the way he conveyed them in the way he kissed you after.

He loved you more than anything else in the world--that’s what he meant. He’d never love anyone else the way he loved you. You learned to translate Tsukishima’s badly-phrased confessions after years of being by his side.

But now, that skill proved useless. Now, you were sitting in an empty apartment with your boyfriend nowhere in sight.

Tsukishima’s anger was usually silent, rarely explosive. Last night, it was different. Last night, he spat words that you knew he didn’t mean. And though you had become an expert at interpreting his true intentions, it didn’t stop the pain he inflicted.

“I just want you to come to this one event, Kei,” you pleaded, following him into your shared bathroom as he tossed his jacket onto the couch. “It’s my cousin’s wedding! I know you hate events like these but--”

“If you know, then stop begging,” he cut you off coldly, staring to pull his shirt over his head. “Out. I want to shower.”

“Kei!” you cried out, standing in the bathroom doorway. You were growing increasingly frustrated.

“I’m a Division 2 professional volleyball player and a full time student,” he spat without even turning around to look at you. “Do I look like I sit at home all day like you?”

“Kei, you know that’s not even true,” you groaned, tugging at your hair in frustration.

“It’s not true?” he hissed, finally whirling around to glare at you. “What’re you doing when I’m at practice?” he angrily waved his arm around as if to motion at the space around him. “The apartment’s a mess, you always complain about not having enough time to do work, yet you spend most of your time sitting on your ass, and now you want me to take a day off to go to a stupid wedding I don’t even want to be at? Sorry the rest of us don’t laze around like you do.”

Somewhere deep down, you knew he was just tired. Tired, and irritated from a long day of classes and practice. But a voice in your head quietly asked if, maybe he was bottling this all up and finally telling the truth.

Still, he didn’t need to treat you this way.

“Baby,” you started slowly with a pet name, trying to stay calm despite the way your hands shook with contained anger. “You’re being mean, and you know it. My cousin’s getting married. If you can’t be my plus one, it’s alright.”

“Stop talking to me like I’m a child when we both know you’re the childish one here,” he scoffed.

“You’re the one acting like a child,” you snapped, no longer able to hold back. “I’m not saying your life is easy--you balance more than anyone else I know. All I’m saying is that this could be a break for you too and you could stop overworking yourself.”

“The only thing I need a break from is you,” he hissed under his breath.

The silence that filtered through the small bathroom lingered until you hid a sob behind a choked laugh. The sound grated on his ears, and his heart started to sink.

He sighed, taking a step towards you, “Baby--”

“Shut the fuck up,” you cursed, instinctively taking a step back--away from him.

Tsukishima felt his heart growing heavier and heavier, especially now that your eyes were beginning to water.

You hated how much you loved him. You made sure to let him know between your loud sobs as you pushed him out of your shared apartment. Because you knew eventually, you’d forgive him.

That’s why he was knocking incessantly at the front door and bombarding your phone with calls you never picked up. Silently to yourself, you wondered where he slept last night, but the thought was quickly replaced with the memory of his harsh words.

“Don’t you think you’re too mean, sometimes?” you commented offhandedly one day while he was studying for his final exams.

“I’ve always been mean, and you knew it when you started dating me,” he responded absentmindedly.

“Yeah, but what if one day you’re too mean and you bully me until I cry?” you grinned as you watched your boyfriend furrow his brows at a difficult practice problem in his textbook. Mischievously, you lifted his arm so you could slip yourself into his lap, legs wrapping around his torso as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. “What will you do then?”

“Hey--Y/N I can’t study like this--”

“The question, Tsukki,” you teased, lifting your head up so he had no choice but to focus on the stupid grin tugging at your lips

“Don’t,” he stated simply, narrowing his eyes at you in response to your playful use of his nickname.

“Then, answer my question,” your hands came up to gently cup his cheeks, turning his gaze back up to your face. His gaze softened as his eyes scanned each one of your facial features.

“I’d apologize--”

“Tsukishima Kei would apologize?” you gasped playfully, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes.

“Then I won’t apologize,” he stated firmly before he dropped his pen and wrapped his arms tight around your waist. His face leaned forward quickly, peppering kisses all over your face.

“W-Wait--Kei!” you cried out between ticklish kisses, your laughter echoing throughout the living room. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please!”

He grinned, a rare sight, before finally pulling back and allowing you to rest your forehead against his as you giggled.

“So? You’d apologize, and?”

“I’d apologize,” he repeated. “And I’d make sure you knew I never meant it, and that I would never hurt you like that again. Because I love you.”

You felt your face warming up, flustered by his sudden confession. Rarely did your boyfriend express his love through his words, and you could tell by his smug expression that he had done so intentionally to fluster you.

“H-How would I know you didn’t mean it?” you stammered, lifting your head up to avert your gaze.

“Mm, because you’re the only one for me?” his hand reached up to tilt your face back towards him, fingers gently pressing against your jaw. “Is that what you’d expect me to say?” he snickered.

Your smitten expression morphed into one of displeasure, and you swatted at his shoulder as he muffled his joyous laughs into his palm. Still, you couldn’t stay mad at him. Not when he was smiling so freely.

That vulnerability spoke on its own. You knew he meant it, when he jokingly said you were the only one for him.

“Baby,” you could hear his voice break, the sound muffled by your thin apartment door. The two of you always complained about how you could hear everything out in the hallways. This just meant that your neighbors could definitely hear the way he’d been pounding on your front door for the past hour. “Baby, you have to let me in. I need to explain, please.”

“I already know your explanation,” you finally called out, voice hoarse from an entire night of loud bawling. The knocking on the door finally stopped, and you were blessed with a brief moment of silence.

“I know, Kei,” your voice quivered, though no tears welled up in your tired, reddened eyes. “I know you didn’t mean what you said. You were tired from practice, and exams have been getting to you. I know you’re busy, it’s why you’re never home lately, and I understand.”

He was silent.

“I just...believed your words for a bit,” you laughed bitterly. “When I knew I shouldn’t have. So I pushed you away, even while knowing that mean words are your defense mechanism. I guess kicking you out was mine.”

A click, and the door handle turned. You groaned, burying your face into your hands and turning over on the couch so he wouldn’t have to see how swollen your eyes were.

“You had your key the whole time, and you decided to bother the neighbors for an entire hour instead?”

You listened to the door creak shut behind him.

“Wanted you to let me in on your own, but couldn’t wait anymore when you said something so dumb,” he responded, though he cursed quickly after. “Wait--no, you know I didn’t mean it like that--”

“Yeah,” you interrupted with a weak smile, back still facing him even as he approached you. “I know.”

The weight shifted as he placed himself next to you on the edge of the couch. Hesitantly, he reached forward and brushed your hair gently.

“...what I meant was that you shouldn’t blame yourself,” he murmured softly. “I was wrong for saying things I didn’t mean just because I was stressed.”

“They had to come from somewhere, Kei,” you sighed as you finally turned around to face him. His expression was conflicted--one you hadn’t seen on him before. “It’s not like you decided to accuse me of being lazy out of nowhere, you said way too much. It’s why I believed you for a minute.”

“I’m sorry, I really am,” his eyes softened at the sight of your broken expression. Reaching forward, his hand grazed over your tear-stained cheeks. “I know you work hard. Just because you don’t always overwhelm yourself with work at all times doesn’t mean you’re not working hard.”

Finally, you sat up and crawled into Tsukishima’s lap. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“You apologized. So what’s next?” you asked quietly as his arms circled around you to gently run his large palm across your back, soothing you.

“For the rest of my life, I’ll make sure you know I never meant what I said, and I’ll never do that again.”

“Because I’m your last?” you murmured, voice watery as tears slipped past your cheeks once again. He pulled you back slightly so he could brush his lips over your swollen eyes and wipe your tears away with his thumbs.

“Because you’re my last,” he confirmed with a weak smile. “Because I love you.”

And you believed him.

#tsukishima kei #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #tsukishima kei angst #tsukishima kei scenarios #tsukishima kei imagines #tsukishima kei imagine #tsukishima kei fluff #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei x reader

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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years ago

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Deep End - Six

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 4.6K

A/n: Okie dokie! I’ve got an epilogue planned but I like this. The epilogue will explain shit better but I've known that this would be the end since pretty much the beginning LMAO

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THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

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When Steve hears you stop struggling, stop fighting and stop crying, he’s nervous.

It’s been a while since he locked you up there, and he really should check on you soon, if only to make sure the baby’s okay after that stunt you pulled.

He pushes the door to the bedroom open, eyeing your figure carefully.

You look like you’re asleep. If he wasn't so attuned to your body, your heart and your breathing, he wouldn’t have noticed something’s wrong.

Your heart is beating rapidly, far faster than normal. And it’s weaker than usual.

Your breathing is shallow and strained, and your face is lacking its usual healthy glow.

He rushes to your side, tearing the rope from your wrists and touching your face carefully.

Your skin is hot to the touch, and he feels fear settle in his gut.

He doesn’t know what to do, how to help. He’s never really had to help you like this, the doctor’s always been nearby.

He grabs his phone, calling the doctor and pacing nervously.

“Sh-she’s burning up and her breathing is shallow.”

Steve's stomach drops as he listens to the doctor’s instructions, answers his questions and comes to the realization of why you’re like this.

He rolls you onto your left side, tears welling up in his eyes at how unresponsive you are.

The doctor hangs up after telling the super soldier that he’ll be there soon.

His heart is in his throat as he tries to undo the damage of his punishment, putting the evidence back in the box and kicking the rope under the bed.

You’re still unresponsive, heart weak, but your breath sounds a little less strained.

Monster. That’s what you called him. What Natasha called him and what Bucky’s asset called him.

Maybe you’re right.

But he wants you. He needs you. Giving you up would be giving up a piece of his soul and he’s not ready to do that yet.

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The doctor informs him that both you and the baby are okay, but being on your back for so long was compressing a major vein supplying your baby with oxygenated blood. If he’d gotten there any later it might’ve been too late.

With strict instructions to keep you on your left side and make sure you stay hydrated, the doctor takes his leave.

He stays by your side, holding your hand tightly in both of his as he really comes to terms with the fact that it was entirely his fault. He almost killed you and your baby to prove a stupid point. To discourage you from doing the very same thing.

His heart is heavy in his chest as he listens to your heartbeat get stronger, to the baby’s heartbeat continue fluttering like a hummingbird’s.

Those two sounds bring him peace, if only temporarily.

Shattering his peace is the sound of the front door opening, followed by tiny little footsteps clomping up the stairs.

“Mommy! Mommy!”

Sarah.

Steve shoves himself to his feet and quickly leaves the room just as his daughter tries to enter.

“Sarah, mommy’s sleeping.” She frowns up at him and shakes her little blonde head.

“I need to talk to mommy!”

She walks around his legs only for him to scoop her up in his arms.

“She’s sleeping right now, honey.”

Sarah shakes her head angrily, beating her tiny fists against his shoulders.

“Let me go! I want mommy! Mommy!! Put me down!” She starts shrieking. Full-on screaming bloody murder right in his ear, and he loses his grip on the wriggling child.

She slides out of his arms and runs into the bedroom, climbing onto the bed and shaking your shoulder.

“Mommy?” She’s got little tears on her face, and they don’t cease when you don’t wake up.

“Why won’t mommy wake up?!” She looks up at Steve with terror written on her face and it shatters his heart in his chest.

“Sarah, mommy’s sick, okay? I had the doctor come over and he said that she needs to rest and when she wakes up we’re gonna need to make sure she’s got plenty of water, okay?”

Sarah’s big blue eyes are filled with tears and she shakes her head.

“I want mommy!”

She clings to your torso, crying against your shoulder in fear.

“Sarah, honey, mommy’s gonna be okay. You just gotta give her some space, okay? How about I set up a movie for you?” Sarah sniffles and slowly pulls away from you, looking at her father and shaking her head again.

“I want mommy! I hate you!”

Steve then realizes just how crucial you are. How important you are, not only to him but to his daughter as well.

Losing you would hurt so many people.

“Honey, you gotta give mommy and I some space, okay?”

He picks up the five-year-old, despite her quite literally kicking and screaming, and sets her down outside the bedroom.

He shuts the door quickly and locks it even faster.

Sarah stands outside, wailing her head off and pounding on the door with her tiny little fists.

She cries for you, over and over again, and it breaks Steve’s heart.

He’s brought back to what you said about him. About how this isn’t love.

He sits down at your side again, trying desperately to drown out the sound of his daughter crying outside as his thoughts overwhelm him.

He hasn’t been the nicest to you, that he’ll openly admit, and he makes mistakes probably more often than he doesn’t. But he loves you. He needs you.

Tears well up in his eyes and he lets out a shuddering breath.

He’ll make this right. He has to. Sarah deserves a mother, so does your unborn baby. And -though he may not deserve you- he needs you. The monster will be hard to fight, but losing you will be harder.

The damage he’s done might be irreversible, but he’s gonna do what he can to make things right, to give you a better life.

You don’t wake up for a few hours, but when you do you’re confused.

Your back aches and you feel a little dizzy as you remember what happened, how you got here.

Steve watches as you regain consciousness, confusion pulling your brows together before you slowly open your eyes.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks softly, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles soothingly.

You look up at him then drop your gaze to your belly, bringing your free hand down to rub it gently.

“Am I... are we okay?” He nods gently, tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I was... I don’t know, trying to teach you a lesson. And all that did was hurt you. Hurt the baby. I wanted to show you that trying to hurt yourself and hurt the baby wouldn’t fly, but I ended up doing far more damage.”

You swallow hard and struggle to push yourself into a seated position, wincing at the throb in your head.

“The doctor said that you shouldn’t move too much, and try to stay on your left side when you sleep. I-I didn't know that sleeping on your back was bad.”

You take a deep breath and look up at him, waiting for the anger to take hold in his eyes but it never does.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. For scaring you and not trusting you. I... I lost you for so many years and now I have you back and... I don’t wanna lose you again. But everything I do to try and keep you close, make you mine... all it does is push you further away and I’m sorry.”

His apology takes you by surprise, and you eye him skeptically.

How are you supposed to know if he’s telling the truth?

He drags one of his hands down his face and for a moment you can truly see just how old Steve Rogers is.

The exhaustion of carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders finally shows in the lines near his eyes, the bags beneath them. But what really displays his age is his eyes. They’re so full of trauma and pain and weariness.

For the first time since waking up from the ice, Steve Rogers looks his age.

“I-I’m sorry, too,” you whisper, surprising him.

“I didn’t... I wasn’t thinking. I just... I wanted to punish you for what happened to Natasha. What you did. I wanted you to hurt but I just ended up hurting myself in the process.” You look down at your hands, trying to figure out how you want to phrase what you have to say.

“People argue, Steve. But what you do... it’s beyond that. We’re not... there are so many things wrong with what’s happening between us, what’s happened already, but I can’t leave. Sarah’s too attached and all I want for my little girl is to have a happy life. To have the happiness that was torn from me.”

Guilt settles on his chest, but he lets you continue speaking.

“I want my daughter to have a good life. I don’t want her to be afraid of-of people. The way I am. She loves you, and I know... I think you love her. You haven’t hurt her yet, and I hope it stays that way because at the rate we’re going, I'm not sure how much longer I’ll be able to do this.”

The pure fatigue on your face is more than enough explanation, but the idea of losing you is too much for him to bear.

“No, don’t say that. I’m gonna get better, okay? We-we were happy once. And we can do it again. I’ll be gentle and patient. I just... I need you, (Y/n). I need you a lot and the fact that you have such a tight hold over my every thought makes me angry. But I’m not gonna take it out on you anymore, okay?”

You let out a deep breath and eye him carefully.

“You’ve said that before.”

He thinks back to the time you spent in that cabin in the woods, where you turned his friends against him.

He has said that before, and look at where he is now.

“This time it’ll be different.”

You don’t have the energy to fight him. So if he’s gonna try, fine.

“Where’s Sarah?” You ask, hoping she’s still safely out with Morgan.

Steve’s face falls again and he stands up and opens the door to your bedroom.

Sarah sits crumpled in a ball, her cheeks covered in tears.

“Mommy!” She all but screams the word, launching to her feet.

Steve tries to take her hand but she yanks it away from him, shooting him a glare then running to the bed and climbing up beside you.

Your heart breaks when you see how sad she looks, and you hug her to your chest.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s okay.” She sniffles and climbs onto your lap, climbing to you like her life depends on it.

You wonder what happened while you were unconscious, what Steve did to upset her so much, and your mind immediately goes to the worst.

You look at the man, your thoughts written plainly across your face, but he quickly shakes his head.

“No. I just told her she couldn’t come in. Not ‘till you woke up. She uh... she stayed right outside the door.”

You soothe your daughter, rocking her as much as you can manage with the pain rolling down your spine.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s okay. Everything’s okay.” You hold her close to you, trying to calm her down while Steve looks on helplessly.

Although his daughter loves him, loves being here with him, nothing can compare to the bond that the two of you have.

The monster in him hates it. Hates that he’s not as close to his own daughter, blames you for it. But he pushes that part of himself down.

He made a promise. And this time he’s not gonna break it.

"Are you sure you’re okay with it?” He asks for the thousandth time.

You only shrug, fixing your hair in the mirror as the doorbell rings.

“It’s a little too late now, Steve. Besides, I don’t really care. Sarah’s gonna have fun and that’s all that matters.”

Your daughter took a few days to warm up to Steve again, but now that she has he’s not gonna risk anything changing that.

He takes one last look at you, at how pretty you look in your blue sundress, then leans forward and kisses your cheek.

“I love you, (Y/n). I can send them away.”

You take a deep breath and shake your head.

“Sarah’s excited. Besides, I wanna know what we’re having.”

You plaster on a forced smile and it breaks his heart, but he turns and heads downstairs to greet the guests.

Ever since you got hurt, he’s been nicer. Far gentler than he's ever been with you, and you’re not complaining.

Steve has the potential to be a good person, that much is obvious, but he chooses not to.

He hasn’t hurt you again, or even yelled at you. No, he’s been patient and understanding and it’s such a sharp contrast from who he was before.

You can hear him greeting the guests warmly, chatting on and on about this and that and whatever else.

Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you leave the faux safety of the bedroom and head down the stairs, smiling at your guests.

People that you’ve never seen before are in your house. Well, that’s not true. You’ve seen them on TV.

The Avengers are in your living room and kitchen, talking softly amongst themselves.

In the presence of these superheroes, you feel small. Weak. And you can’t fight the urge to find Steve as anxiety crawls up your spine.

He’s in the kitchen, talking animatedly with Tony Stark and Sam Wilson. Iron Man and Falcon.

He looks so at ease, his face split open with a laidback grin.

Sam’s eyes find yours and he says something to Steve, making the blond turn to you with a soft smile.

He waves you over and you obey, one hand resting delicately on your bump.

“Sam, Tony, this is my (Y/n). (Y/n), Sam and Tony.” You nod politely at them, sliding your clammy hand into Steve's nervously.

You haven’t been around this many people in a very long time.

“It’s nice to finally meet the woman who’s got Captain America so hooked! All he does is talk about you,” Sam says, a grin on his face.

You smile at him, looking up at Steve.

He nods encouragingly, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles to try and ease your anxiety.

“It’s nice to meet you, too. I, uh, I’ve heard a lot about you. About both of you.” Tony smiles looking down as someone tugs on his pant leg.

“Can I have a sleepover at Sarah’s house?!” Morgan asks excitedly, her little face full of glee.

“You’re gonna need to go ask your mother. You know she makes all the decisions.”

Tony’s gaze lifts to yours when his daughter runs to find her mom.

“Is it alright if she sleeps over tonight?”

Steve nods then looks at you.

“You alright with that?”

You’re not sure if it’s a real choice or a test, but you don’t want to find out.

“Of course. She’s always welcome here.”

Tony nods with a smile, then resumes whatever conversation they were having before you showed up.

You tune out what they’re saying, carefully rubbing over your stomach and poking at your baby whenever they decide to kick you.

“(Y/n)? Did you wanna help me set the food up outside?” Pepper’s voice breaks you from your trance, her hand coming to rest softly on your shoulder.

You look up at Steve, silently asking for permission, but he just leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips and lets go of your hand.

You follow Pepper, setting up the table in the backyard silently for a while before she clears her throat.

“How are you feeling, (Y/n)? Sarah told us you were sick.”

You swallow hard and give her a tight smile.

“I’m feeling better. Tired all the time but this little devil is to blame for that.” You poke your belly only to be met with another kick.

Pepper nods, smiling at you.

“Are you excited?”

That question throws you for a loop.

Are you? Are you excited to have another baby?

You’re excited for Sarah to have a sibling. Excited to get to hold your baby and love your baby. But the reason why you’re having the baby in the first place? The father of your baby? No.

“Yeah, I am. A little nervous, too.”

She sits down by your garden, patting the seat next to her.

“You look tired, (Y/n). More tired than a mother should be. You’re wearing yourself thin.” You keep your lips sealed, not wanting to say anything that might make Steve mad.

She sighs and sets a gentle hand on your knee.

“I don’t know what your... relationship is with Steve, but I know you’re unhappy. He’s a good guy, deep down. But you need to take care of yourself, okay? Don’t work yourself to the breaking point because it’ll be even harder to build yourself back up. Especially with a brand new baby.”

You let out a shuddering breath and nod.

“It’s just hard. I’m trying but... it’s hard.”

As you talk softly with Pepper, Steve observes the two of you.

You look so sad, so defeated. He hates that he made you look like that.

“She’s unhappy, Steve.”

He turns to the voice, eyebrows raising.

“Wanda. I didn’t know if you’d make it.” He pulls her into a hug. “I heard about what happened in Westview... Wanda, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

She sighs, pulling away with a sad smile.

“No. But I will be.” Her eyes travel back over to you for a moment, feeling the pain and the sorrow in your soul.

“Do you think she’ll ever be happy here? With me?” Wanda sighs, crossing her arms over her chest and closing her eyes, feeling your thoughts, your energy.

“It’s hard to tell. Right now she’s so... numb. Nothing but sadness and... hopelessness. Her spirit is crushed, Steve.” She reopens her eyes and turns to the blond.

“You can’t keep her here like this. It’s only a matter of time before she gets fed up and tries to do something drastic. Again.”

Steve knows. He fucking knows that. But he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do to lift your spirits.

He's given you more freedom, let you make more decisions for yourself. He’s been gentler with you, hasn't forced himself on you.

Not forcing himself on you isn’t something to gloat about, but given the history between the two of you, it’s something fairly major.

He just wants to keep you in his life. He needs to keep you in his life.

He turns to the young woman beside him, a thought bubbling into his mind.

“Could you... do something to make her happy? Make her enjoy her life here? Make her love me again?”

Wanda’s mouth curves down as she looks at you, watches you play with your daughter and Morgan.

“Steve, it’s not right.”

The blond lets out a pained breath, shaking his head desperately.

“I just want happiness, Wanda. Don’t I deserve it? Haven’t I suffered enough to deserve a happy ending?”

Wanda’s eyes glow red with sorrow as she’s reminded of her own happy ending that she had to give up.

She takes his hand and gives it a squeeze, dropping her gaze for a moment before looking over at his desperate blue eyes.

“We don’t always get what we deserve. It’s hard and it hurts, but we can't control everything. And at some point, we need to let go. No matter how hard it is or how much it hurts. We can’t hurt other people because of what we think we deserve.”

They both look back over to you, your own eyes already on the pair, but dropping as soon as you see them turn to you.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I can’t do that.”

Tears stab at his eyes and he huffs out a breath through his nose, turning on his heel and walking away from the party, from his friends.

His abrupt departure catches the attention of a few people, yourself included. Before you can get up and see what’s going on, Bucky’s on his feet and heading into the house.

The woman Steve was talking to makes her way over to you, smiling gently.

“Hi (Y/n). I’m Wanda.” You smile at her, eyes darting towards where Steve disappeared from then back to her.

Bucky re-emerges only a few moments later, shaking his head at Natasha when she gives him a quizzical look.

You turn to Wanda with a strained smile.

“Could you just watch Sarah for a minute? And make sure she has something to eat? The foods ready.” She nods, watching with sad eyes as you walk back into the house to see what’s wrong with Steve.

“Steve?” You call softly, looking around for him only to find him sitting on the couch in the living room, his face in his hands.

“Why can’t I have what I want?” His question catches you off guard and you move to stand in front of him.

He shakes his head sadly, pulling his hands off of his face to grab yours, holding them tightly.

His lips brush over your knuckles gently, before he presses the back of your hands against his forehead, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“This isn’t right.”

Your heart races in your chest, stomach tying in knots as you try to figure out what he’s talking about.

“What are you talking about? Is everything okay? Did... did I do something wrong?” Maybe you shouldn’t have talked to Pepper earlier. Maybe you should’ve just stayed quiet and smiled.

“I can’t keep you here.”

One sentence. Five words. Sixteen letters.

That’s all it takes to have your heart stuttering.

“What... what do you mean you can’t keep me here?” You try your hardest not to let your hopes get too high. Maybe he’s going to kill you. Maybe that’s what it is. It’s certainly something more up his alley than... the alternative.

He slowly raises his head, teary red eyes staring up into yours.

“You know what I mean.”

You shake your head, needing to hear him say it himself.

“What are you saying, Steve?”

He lets out a heavy sigh and closes his eyes, the words hurting him but he needs to say them.

“You're free to go. You and Sarah.”

The breath gets knocked from your lungs, eyes wide as tears start to blossom. This is a trap. A test. It has to be. There’s no way...

“You’re letting us go?” You ask softly.

He sighs again, nodding as tears find their way down his cheeks.

“Yeah... I guess I am.”

You’re silent, staring at him and waiting for him to tell you it’s a joke, to punish you. But he doesn’t. No, instead he lets go of one of your hands and stands up, his chest almost brushing yours.

“You said I don’t love you... but I do. I love you. Or maybe I love the idea of you, I don’t know. But either way... I hate how sad you are. How sad and afraid I make you. You're free to go wherever you want.”

You’re practically hyperventilating.

After all this time, you never truly thought he’d ever let you go. That he’d have even a shred of decency left inside him.

He cups your hands together and carefully places something inside them, then turns and walks to the front door, grabbing his keys and leaving the house.

You stand silently, staring at the object in your hands until standing becomes too hard and you think you may throw up.

Then you sit down, silent tears trekking down your cheeks.

“(Y/n)?” You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting on the couch, staring at your hands, but Natasha’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“(Y/n), are you okay? Where’s Steve?”

You stare up at her then look back down at the tiny, life-changing object in your hands.

“He let us go,” you whisper, your glossy eyes raising to hers again.

She looks half as shocked as you feel.

“What?”

You sniffle then wipe the tears off of your cheeks.

“He’s letting us go,” you repeat, pushing yourself to your feet and holding your bump.

“Really?” You nod, eyes finding the backyard through the kitchen window.

Sarah and Morgan are playing outside with Sam and Wanda.

“What are you gonna do?”

Your heart is so full of confusion, full of pain and hurt.

“I’m gonna go cut the cake, then have a talk with Sarah.” She nods, a small smile on her face.

She heads back outside and you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before you go out and face Steve’s friends.

You toy with the dainty thing he dropped in your hands before nodding to yourself.

This is what’s right. It’s the right choice for both of you.

You entertain his guests for a few more hours, not wanting to clue them into anything in case they disagree with your decision, with Steve’s.

Only after the presents are given and the cake is almost completely devoured do they finally start to leave.

Wanda helps you tidy up the backyard, writing her phone number down with a soft smile and a whispered ‘if you ever need a friend’.

Everyone bids you goodbye until only Bucky and Nat are left, the metal-armed soldier staring intently at your left hand before a smile spreads across his face.

He surprises you, pulling you into a gentle hug and nodding his head.

“Congratulations, (Y/n).” You’re not sure what he’s talking about, but for some reason, you don’t think it has anything to do with the baby shower.

They leave too, and then you’re virtually alone, Sarah and Morgan asleep upstairs.

After cleaning up every last inch of the house, you head upstairs to go to sleep.

Steve isn’t home until after midnight, long after he lets his tears run dry and his heart stop shattering. It just aches now. Hurts.

He let you go. He really did it.

Deep down he knew this would be the outcome. Either this or your death, but he never wanted to accept it. Refused to admit it to himself.

But seeing Wanda... after all that she’s been through... and she’s still standing strong.

He takes his shoes off and drops his keys on the kitchen counter, freezing in his tracks when he sees the covered plate of cake with his name written on it.

The batter is blue.

A boy.

He’s gonna have a son.

A son that he’ll never get to meet. He’s given you freedom, and he doubts you’ll let him be a part of your child’s life after all that he’s put you through.

He slowly makes his way upstairs, his heart hurting when he sees no sign of your things in the pristine house.

When he pushes open the bedroom door he freezes in his tracks.

There you are, sleeping in his bed. No bags are packed, nothing is out of place, and the dainty diamond ring sits on your finger.

You’ve made your choice, he realizes, his heart jumping for joy in his chest.

He sheds his clothes then climbs into bed with you, wrapping you up in his arms and sighing heavily.

Maybe Wanda was wrong.

Maybe he’ll get his happy ending after all.

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baeklination · 3 years ago

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A Wish: Mind + Body

Date: 220501

From anon: "Hey, hi! I really hope you'd consider priest!baek au too (...)"

NOTE: It took a little time and they became longer than I planned. I had to divide them in two stories (they have nothing to do with each other, different au's), but I hope you'll find your request has been sufficiently answered. I know red is for cardinals, but I wanted that colour so I changed it. And I made a little desc. of the clothing mentioned (see link below).

Vestment Encyclopedia

Masterlist

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Contains: SMUT 🔞, (hint of angst, nothing severe, more like a tug at the heart)

Pairing: au!fluffy priest Baekhyun x F. Reader

WC: 3,4k

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“All of these..!”, Matteo exclaims when he sees the baking sheets lined up on the counter.

“I know, alright, but you know how it goes. Maybe everyone won’t like this one, better make this and this and this too. I thought you said someone was helping you?”

“He is, but hm…I don’t know, maybe he got lost…” Seeing the question mark on your face he explains “A guy from the mainland wanted a change of scenery, so he’ll be with the parish for a while. Between you and me…I think they wanted to get rid of him, he’s a bit too modern for them. Has ideas.”

“What, “how about we actually practice what we preach”?”

“See, it’s those types of comments that ensures you’ll stay in purgatory forever- Oh, wait, I think that’s his car.”

“Good. Well, give me a ring if you need a hand setting up, I won’t be open the whole day anyway.”

When Matteo goes to the door to wave his newcomer in the right direction it’s with a pinch of interest you look out the window, reminiscent of how you’d be curious whenever one of the grown-ups referred to a new kid at school or the neighbourhood as a delinquent. What does a rebellious Catholic priest look like?

“What…”, you whisper to yourself, not really believing what you’re seeing.

When he too realises who he’s looking at, he stops.

“O..!” He flinches, trying to put the jigsaw together, then smiles warmly. “You…”

“You’ve met? You know each other?”

“Yeah, we… Baekhyun…”

“We went to college together”, Baekhyun fills in, noticing your brain is swimming around in the waters of confusion.

Sitting on the balcony, without much thought picking at the flaky white paint on the baluster, you look out over the lake. This is your most cherished time of the day, when the tide hasn’t fully turned so the wet, beige sand mixes with the blue ahead and the violet pink sky above.

“We went to college together”, you snort, at first finding Baekhyun’s explanation funny, but then memory settles in you.

It was as if he was the best friend you’d been waiting to study with that day at the library when he’d looked over your shoulder in curiosity only to pull up a chair and help you to understand one Christian teaching from the other, completely forgetting his own work while you stayed into the late night.

The spring day he told you he had something important to say, you knew what because his love for you was all-encompassing and vice versa. Sitting there in your semi-best clothes it had been a crushing defeat when he told you he’d heard the calling. When the tears had dried you had agreed: let’s have the summer. The irony of it all was that you used to joke about how he, if he had been Irish, would have to become a priest since his brother was already a policeman.

Some days your heart would be in your throat when you parted, thinking “only 124 kisses left, only 43 touches…”, but it was mostly you are mine and I am yours for as long as we have. And so a beautiful summer went into a stunning autumn until the rains flooded the streets and took him with.

That was seven years ago.

So you picked a flowery dress instead of your usual shorts and tee; nothing wrong with wanting to look the spring day-part like the rest of the community coming to celebrate. Maybe you dabbed a bit of rouge on your cheeks; nothing wrong with wanting to look alive. And maybe you were unusually fidgety when you got closer: so what, can’t you be excited to see an old friend?

One could think it was the same day with Baekhyun just changing his plaid shirt from green to blue. Like yesterday it’s neatly tucked in his straight jeans and you could swear those are the same Asics running shoes he wore back then as if he stopped shopping once he put the clerical clothes on.

“See, here she is, you can tell her yourself”, Matteo says to him.

“Hm? Did you drop some? You dropped a tray…”

“No, no. Tell you they’re good. I tasted-”

“- he ate almost fifteen already, started yesterday - I even found him in the kitchen at night..!”

It warms your heart that he liked them, but even more that he’s embarrassed, covering his mouth as he laughs, about being exposed.

“Fifteen?”

“So you do the cake stand, make sure he doesn’t eat ‘em all.”

You couldn’t spend much time catching up, being that you were serving cake and refreshments to the never ending stream of people coming out to enjoy the day, but it was for the best since it was too fine a day to get into anything profound and potentially saddening. No, you spent most of the time talking about how you’d come to help Matteo so much, who this and that person were and lived, eventual activities Baekhyun might want to try and the performances some of the locals were showing. Even Matteo gave it a try. Fancying himself as a bit of a comedian he tried for a Charlie Chaplin skit. It wasn’t very funny, but unfortunately Baekhyun thought so; doubling over with laughter he put his hand on your thigh, familiarity making him forget himself. Becoming silent he pulled it away in a flash, his expression mirroring your own surprise - but it had already been done.

If your brain decides to flutter there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Little by little you’d change from thinking “it’s better if Matteo doesn’t send Baekhyun ‘round, if he doesn’t have lunch at my hangout” to hoping you’d get a glimpse and wave if you went over, having to manage your reaction if you saw him out and about, hoping he’d say “I’ll walk you”. Slowly but surely, he did just that. Five hundred meters of company turned into your doorstep, which then turned into a home tour, and spontaneous calls to go for a walk down the docks. It wasn’t in your imagination - the time spent grew longer, the distance between you shorter.

“Aish, it broke”, you sigh, trying to pluck out the broken bits of leaf from your hair, again telling yourself to hire a gardener to clear the hedges.

“Here, let me”, he says, putting the towel on the counter after drying his hands.“There! Clean as a whis…”

When his voice fades, his thumb stays stroking behind your ear. He leans forward - hesitates - then presses his lips onto yours with full conviction. Full and warm, like steamed buns, they spark fireworks in your chest and when he carefully places his hand on your waist it ignites something else.

When you start tugging at his tucked shirt he grabs your hands and pulls away with an insecure smile. Understanding your confusion he reminds you:

“I haven’t been with anyone since you…”

Of course he hasn’t. Oh, you feel so dumb.

“Can I…take them off myself?”

“Eh…I mean yeah. I wasn’t thinking. I’ll…Oh, wait! You need…wait a sec!”

You can’t remember the last time you were so embarrassed by your own behaviour, acting like a headless chicken over his shyness. “Get it together!” you laugh to yourself in the bathroom as you get condoms for him.

“Here…”

You wait just outside while he gets ready and when he quietly says “okay” you go in and see him sitting on the bed, the sheet covering up to his waist. You break up in smiles as your eyes meet and suddenly you’re shy too - shy and happy. You take off shorts and t-shirt without thinking much, but after removing your bra a modest arm covers your breasts until you get into bed.

After an initial hesitant move he puts his hand on the bare skin on your waist as he continues to kiss you and when you notice he wants to go further you nimbly get rid of your underwear. When he positions himself between your legs a sense of crossing a threshold passes through… His breath quivers on your shoulder when he starts sliding his cock in - your lungs fill with air when he continues to widen you. Supporting himself on his forearms he steadily moves his lower body up and down, holding his head close to yours. He keeps his mouth open, so every tremble of his exhales reach you but it’s not fatigue that causes it - it’s the re-discovery of physical pleasure. Kissing him is even sweeter when he’s inside, but it doesn’t last very long after he starts thrusting faster as he quickly gets pushed to his own edge, for the first time closing his mouth, trying to control himself as his grip on your shoulder gets tighter. The air from his nose stutters out onto your neck until a yelp opens his mouth when he comes and they continue as he empties himself.

He grunts and shakes his head in the mattress:

“I was too quick. I’m sor-”

“If I’d waited seven years I’d be quicker. Baekhyun… look at me” His inability to hold your gaze tightens your chest, so you put your hands around his face and smile. “It’s fine. Baekhyun, it’s fine.”

“Really?”

“Yes..!”

“You’re not…disappointed?”

“Don’t be silly, of course not. I’d half expected it…”

His chest pushes against yours when he laughs; hugging you, he nods next to your face.

“Okay.”

“I remember, sometimes in the morning I’d hold you here…”, he says, sliding his hand to your waist. “...when you were on your knees.”

“It wasn’t just mornings the way I remember it.”

You’d seen the contour under the sheet a few minutes ago - typical after a quick one - so it doesn’t surprise you when he reaches for and rolls on another condom. Now with more confidence he gets to his knees and pulls the cover from your body, touching your back, placing a soft kiss at the end of it.

“Are you, can I..?”

“Mm.”

“Ah”, he moans forcefully with each stretching push, letting go and enjoying the slow massage.

Perhaps subconsciously, as if it would make him blush, being a man of the church and all, you tone down your sounds, only letting a moan slip now and again. But fact is that he isn’t far from his old self the way his hips push your cheeks up every time he thrusts, his palms press into your sides and he lets a subtle groan accompany his breath.

You hold your tongue when he slows down to a deep roll; resting his forehead against your back he finds your breast, stroking it as he brings himself from the edge. With a soft chuckle and kiss (probably knowing you recognise his betterment) he gets back up and right into it, sucking in air through his teeth as his grip gets tighter, his movements shorter, concentrating on having your entrance hug his shaft until the same wail rings out and he rolls erratically, trying to catch his breath as he comes again.

His hair was never long enough for your fingers to actually brush through as it is now... Facing away from you, you almost think the calm sway of your stomach has made him fall asleep, but then he reaches out and pulls your leg a bit. Looking up at you he has the most endearing glint in his eyes before he giggles and turns again.You can’t see for his head blocking the view so even though you expect it, the moment when his fingertip grazes over your clit still catches you a pinch off-guard. Letting the raise of your hips serve as permission he moves down and kisses passionately over your entrance, painstakingly working his way upward where his thumb and index finger push your folds apart for him to envelope our clit with his plush lips. Controlling your body movement is near impossible when he slides his tongue up, finishing with a soft pull by his lips as he looks at you.

Between the bright light of day and white sheets the only form sticking out is you and Baekhyun. You with your legs spread wide; he between them.

When Baekhyun asked you to come to service - not to find God, just to see him at work - you’d readily agreed, but as it grew closer you started feeling…nervous? Anxious? Thinking it will probably calm your nerves to say hi before it starts you park your bicycle and go around the building to the back. Seeing light coming out of the sacristy you figure he must be done changing so you walk up, but stop right before your hand touches the door. There in the light from the window, be it divine or regular sun, he stands on his knees with the white-gold chasuble draped from his body, hands neatly put together, lips silently moving. You thought you’d seen every pretty face he makes, but the beauty he has in serenity is otherworldly.

Not once did you see him after he left so it’s the first time you see him in any dress from the church and it wrings out your lungs - without saying a word you sneak back out to your bicycle.

Getting ready for the new week, making notes on what to order and going over your correspondence your mind inadvertently travels to the image of Baekhyun at church and you can’t help thinking “Is this summer ag-”

“Are you shunning me?”, Baekhyun’s voice calls from below.

Crawling to the edge of the balcony you see him standing there in his regular cleric wear; all black suit with a big silver cross hanging on a chain. Just like this morning you’re taken aback - you’ve never seen this on him either - but he thankfully left his roman collar at home, opting for a casual open shirt button instead.

“You didn’t come today, you won’t answer the door…”, he counts, smiling.

“The bell’s broken, I didn’t hear. I’ll come down.”

“It’s okay”, he waves and grabs the waterspout with both hands.

“Don’t, it’s the original..!”, you hiss, already seeing the disaster in your mind's eye. “Baekh-!”

With a grunt he hauls his body over the banister, brushing away the white flakes of paint on him before placing his hands on your cheeks, giving you a kiss.

“Hi.”

“And how would you’ve explained an accident to Matteo..?”

“He’s on main, last rites. Last-ish”, he shrugs his shoulders. “So why didn’t I see you?”

You frown and sit down. You knew you’d have to explain yourself, but you don’t quite know what words to use.

“I did go. I went round back to say hi, then I saw you…praying.”

He sighs and drops his head back:

“You felt guilty…”

“Mm… Like I made you do something wrong and you were asking God to make you not think like that. And I don’t want you to feel guilt in front of Him.”

“I’ve never met an atheist with such strong religious beliefs”, he chuckles, kissing your hand. “I wasn’t praying about that - I wouldn’t.” Struggling with his feelings he still decides to go on. “I don’t want Him to take it away. I should, I know I should. Find sustenance in my faith - and I do, but there’s…something else”, he says, bringing his hands to his chest. “Not just…the physical aspect. Here, with you I’m…peaceful?”

“Don’t look to me for spiritual advice, Baekhyun, but you’re human so it is in your programming. So according to you the big man upstairs is the one who put it there, no?”

“Still the science ace… Maybe you’re right, either way I won’t worry you about it anymore.”

“He says after worrying me…”

He laughs and nuzzles your neck:

“Can I stay the night?”

“The whole night? Yes.”

Shutting his eyes tightly he clasps his hands together theatrically.

“Lord, thank you for this bounty I’m about to receive...”

“B! He’ll strike you down, for sure..!”

You stop by the doorframe.

“Do you want to..?”

“No”, he answers cheerfully and pulls you in with him.

His jacket is neatly hung on the back of a chair and the cross goes in its pocket, but the rest is all clear - his grin fuses with his kissing when he feels the tug on his shirt, remembering the last attempt.

He takes his time stroking your cheeks, clearly enjoying the sensation of naked skin instead of the fabric of the standard underwear then firmly grabs, pushing his groin up. He breathes hard through the wet kisses when you slide your fingers along the outline of his bulge, and no wonder - he’s already hard enough that his cock has steered itself upwards in his boxers, creating a slight gap between the waistband and his skin.

“Let me try something”, you ask more than say while pulling them down.

He looks unsure when you push his legs apart, but you assure him it’s “not that”, so he agrees, laying back down. Starting with his cheeks you kiss here and there, getting him used to the idea of being touched there and then softly lick over his hole.

“Ah!”, he stutters, closing his hand over the sheets as his mouth hangs open in anticipation.

It’s exactly the reaction you hoped for so you go on, firmly kissing, pointing your tongue and flicking back and forth as he revels in this new stimulation.

When he reaches with his hand to touch himself you let one syllable go:

“Don’t.”

“What… you never said that before…”, he pants, even more aroused by your assertion.

Moving upward you put your thumb under his balls, rubbing as you open your mouth to them, indulging in the jelly-like firmness against tongue and lips. Groaning, he looks on in distress about his ever growing lust versus your slow pace.

“You’re gonna make…”

Understanding what he means you oblige him, raising his cock with your fingers. His chest goes up high when you, seeing the white-ish fluid on it, circle your thumb to smear it and his breathing hitches when you place your fingertips on him, moving the skin up and down the ridge. He’s as ready as he’ll ever be when you finally take him in your mouth. Starting slow, letting him enjoy the sight of his cock disappearing in your mouth and your lips caressing them as you move up, you then put your thumb over his hole and rub quickly. It gets him rushing in no time, so you pump and suck faster.

“Now…”, he pants shallowly, closing his eyes. “O-hh…a-hh…a-hh!”

His face goes tense along with the hands clutching the sheets as his semen spurts out - for a moment he stops breathing. When you neatly finish, teasingly going over the ridge to the head over and over, the desperate moans of a lover coming completely undone fills the room. Eventually it’s all too much for him, so he lifts your chin up. Placing his hand over his balls, squeezing a little, he exhales hard.

“Ah…oh, G-” He shakes his head, chuckling at what he almost said and swallows. “You…”

“But a part of me feels I should’ve let you make yourself…enjoy?”

His laugh is coated with honey and he hugs you tighter.

“I…eh, I enjoyed last night”, he shyly admits over your head.

“Oooh…Matteo said you were modern…”

“I don’t normally..! But you got in my head. It was just like back in college when you were away and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“How was it?”

“Stop it..!”, he squeaks, but then mumbles in your hair. “It was…nice.”

You cut the alarm and immediately feel Baekhyun’s arms around you.

“Ugh…why so early?”, he groans.

“I have a delivery coming…”

“Now?”

“Half an hour”, you sigh loudly. “Breakfast. You don’t have to get up.”

“You don’t have to get up… I’ll make breakfast later, I was the top porridge cooker in the whole diocese.”

“Oh… Tempting as that sou-”

“Don’t get up…”, he whispers, kissing your neck, stroking your nipple until it hardens under his touch.

A seamless roll and rip and he’s ready. Slowly, so slowly, he rounds deep inside, making sure he’s fully coating his cock then, ever so slightly lifting your cheek, starts thrusting…

BODY

Contains: SMUT 🔞 , I don't want to give it all away, but it's def. more kink-ish than the first (more references, but nothing "the Exorcist" if you know what I mean...), gen. expl. lang.

Pairing: au! non-fluffy priest Baekhyun x F. Reader

WC: 3k

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Suddenly the warmth is gone. You open your eyes and as expected someone’s blocking the sun.

“Excu- oh.” Realising the figure is wearing a huge golden cross your attitude shapes up. “I didn’t-”

“That’s alright.”

When he bends down, balancing on the balls of his feet you see what his voice already hinted - he’s one of the younger men. In his everyday black suit the only thing rivaling the attention of his cross is his hair. First mistaking it for the iconic hat some of them wear, you realise the blazing red is actually his hair; it screams “look at me” and with the face he has you don’t mind looking at all.

“You’re not from here.”

“How do you know?”

“I know everyone from my parish.”

“Maybe I just don’t attend..?”

His eyes travel down your body stretched out on the blanket. Your skirt goes to your knees so there's nothing especially titillating to see - only him making sure you see him looking.

“Mmh, no, I know everyone…” Noticing the magazine in front of you he raises his eyebrow. “Crosswords puzzle? Shouldn’t a young woman like you be out with your friends…boyfriends..?”

“Haven’t you heard, Father? Old school is the new school.”

“Father is so formal. How about we go with…daddy?”

The cross dangling from his neck doesn’t serve as a reminder at all when he picks up your pen and scribbles something - when he leaves you see he’s written down an address and time in the empty boxes.

He’s already waiting by the steps when you come to the gate. Dressed up in full - cassock, red fascia and this time an actual biretta - he smirks and looks at his wristwatch.

“You’re late.”

“It said seven. Didn’t it?”

“And it’s four minutes past.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off you, licking his top lip as you get closer. When you pass him to go inside he emits a low, licentious murmur - both overpowering and arousing. Putting his arms around you he stops you from going further.

“Take your clothes off”, he groans in your ear.

“It’s a no name situation?” You’re somewhat taken aback by his rush.

“Baekhyun…”

“Priest-”

“Arch- no…” Amused, he pushes your ass down again. “Archbishop. I have something for you. Come on.”

Leading you up the stairs he takes you to his bedroom. Like the hallway and what little you glimpsed on the way up his penchant for heavy, dark wood and stained glass is evident - if it wasn’t for the lamp on the nightstand this could’ve been the Tudor era. You look inside the small bag he’s pointing to and feel a sliver of shame that you like that he wants you to be pornographic - that you hope he’ll be dirty and tell you what vulgar things to do.

“I won’t peak”, he says and turns around.

Even though he’ll see you naked in a matter of minutes you feel self conscious and hurry, keeping an eye on his back to make sure he really doesn’t peak, but it doesn’t take long since he didn’t get a top, just knee-highs and a garter belt to go with.

“Okay…”

Biting his lip he tilts his head when he sees the result.

“Come here…”, he says, tossing his hat on the desk.

And the closer you get the more comfortable you feel. He brushes his hand along your back, his thumb on your breast, humming with delight.

“You’re not a virgin are you?”, he whispers sweetly in your ear.

“We can’t all be Mary…”

With a swift flick his fingers clash against your ass leaving a smoldering burn.

“Don’t be profane. Turn around.”

“Why?”

“Because I say so.”

He doesn’t come up behind you when you put your palms to the wall, but goes to the bed. When you hear the swooshing of his trousers coming off you know why.

“I’ll call you Bathsheba…”, he muses.

“Wasn’t she…”

“A whore? M-hm, aren’t you? Displaying yourself this morning? Seducing me? I bet you’ve been with a lot of men…”, he says, turning himself on.

“So why did you want me to come..?”

“Mh. To save you.”

Fascination isn’t half of what you feel when you turn around and see he’s taken his trousers and fascia off but left the cassock, only buttoning up as many as necessary for his cock to be freed; thick and hard, it lays against the black fabric on his stomach.

He buries his hands in your hair when you straddle him, sucking roughly at your lips while you glide along the length until he’s had enough foreplay:

“Are you ready to receive god?”

“Are you..?”

He grins with savour at your response then tugs at your lips again while he feels for your entrance with his cock. Finding it, and finding it abundantly lubricated, he raises his body, gently pushing you down by the hip.

“Mm, that’s it…chh……ahh…no, you wouldn’t let anyone else touch you, would you…”, he whispers wetly in your ear. “No, you’re my little Bathsheba…”

Urging you to sit up, he doesn't want you to sit down, in order for him to buck upwards, thus keeping control of the act. Not seeing him naked isn’t a drawback, on the contrary, his proper appearance adds an air of mystery to it and coupled with his fingers wound around your garter the image should be inconceivable: the archbishop fucking you in his room.

His mouth hangs open as he pushes his head to the pillow but you see the smile of elation as he energetically drives on - but snaps out of it when he hears your airy moan. The slightest change of position has taken you from enjoying the glide and massage to realising he’ll make you come if he keeps it up. And he does. Refreshed by the thought of it, his hold on your waist gets firmer and his features harden:

“Ahh…look at you go”, he croons when your thighs start spasming.

Rising until it overflows, the whirling orgasm fills your core, tightening your muscles around him, covering him with more fluids as you ride it out by grinding hard, clutching his robe.

Baekhyun suddenly rolls up so you fall back leaning on your arms. “Tsk, tsk, tsk” he goes, shaking his head while undoing the top buttons.

“You ruined it for me”, he says and pulls the cassock over his head, uncaringly throwing it to the floor before leaning over to kiss you - the wetter the better.

The cupping of your breast ends with a slap and it’s to his fancy that you jerk; bringing his head down he bites, moaning out hot air over your nipple when you yelp.

“Mm, your body knows it deserves to be chastised…”

Getting to the floor he rummages for a bit then you feel silk against your wrists - the red fabric he’s tying your hands together with is unmistakable. It isn’t until you try to bring them down you realise he’s secured it around one of the bedposts which fills you with a mixture of thrill and fear. Not true fear, just the nervousness of not knowing what he’ll get up to and how well you’ll be able to keep a straight face.

“You shouldn’t look at my cock like that… Does this turn you on?”, he asks, glancing down at the hand pumping. “Hm? Enticing men like me?”

Slipping a finger under the strap on the back of your thigh and slowly draws it outward.

“Don’t”, you shake your head, but prepare to shut your jaw.

“Look what you’ve done.” His length still stands up, swaying, as he takes his hand off it.

“Then I guess you better fu-assh!”

Like the thinnest strip of wildfire the pain hits your leg and you can’t help but react. Putting his hand on it to soothe the burn, he also takes the opportunity to place your legs against his shoulders. “This one. Just breathe…”

“I’ll have to fight the devil really hard”, he says leaning forward, pressing his cock down into you.

It’s such a tight space in this position, but he starts slow enough - himself finding he has to stretch gently - that you can let your body relax and open up to him. When he feels resistance disappear he lets out a low sigh as he starts rolling.

“Most merciful Mother-ah…” He pauses. “Mary… Liberate her of her sins….ohh…Unburden her of this pain.” With every line he goes faster and the clapping grows louder. “She accepts your retribution so she may feel your divine power anew.”

His shaming steeped in religion is hypocrisy at its finest, but somehow also a turn-on. Supported by his hands, knees barely touching the sheets, he barbarically pounds into you as you bounce into the mattress, clutching hard at the edge above you.

His breaths grow louder until they turn to hard moans and wet inhales as he sucks saliva.

“O-hh…”, he stutters and pulls out, gripping himself, pumping out his cum over your stomach “Ahh…a-hh…u-hh…”

“I think God meant for you to be naughty…’cus you have an ass that’s made to be spanked”, he whispers crudely, smacking it then firmly grabs. “Come back tomorrow.”

“What if I’m busy?”

He looks at you with the same hint of superiority as when you first met:

“Then you change your plans. God’s work comes first.”

Hearing Baekhyun’s voice when the door opens downstairs makes you second guess your little surprise. Maybe sneaking into his rooms, using his fascia to tie a bow around your breasts, finishing it off with his biretta wasn’t such a good idea - not if he’s with someone. Hearing footsteps coming up the stairs your heart rate also goes up, nervous to find out if there’ll be an extra pair of eyes on you when the door opens. But if worst comes to pass he could pretend to be shocked at the discovery, and sitting with your legs neatly folded there’s technically not anything explicit for any fainthearted guest to see.

When the door opens you barely have time to register his expression before he turns away:

“On second thought”, he calmly calls to whoever's waiting downstairs “I remember I have some emails to go through. Go ahead, I’ll meet you there..!”

“Oh, okay. See you there.”

Closing the door behind him, he immediately throws his tops on the floor and gets on the bed. Wet kisses being his M.O. he wastes no time stamping one on your lips, ardently caressing your leg.

“Oh, you are a little temptress…”

“You told me to come back…”

“I meant after service.”

“Do you think a heathen like me keeps track?”, you ask, gently squeezing the hardening bulge between his legs. “Were you going just now?”

“And I should drag you with me for this”, he says, flicking the bow. “It’s blasphemous.”

“And here I was taking after my devout teacher…”

He sneers and grabs you by the hair. He looks angry, but gets to his knees and pulls down his trousers with his free hand. Closing his fist over the top of his cock he pumps a few times, until he’s fully hard and presses your head towards it.

His thrusts aren’t so deep or fast that you can’t enjoy the taste of him or control the pressure with your tongue and lips. Seemingly forgetting he started in a scolding manner, he lets lust get the upper hand, tending only to his pleasure.

“Take me deep…”, he says huskily, so you push forward until you feel him at the curve of your throat. “Uh…again…”

It’s not without regret he removes himself from your mouth, tracing your lips with the head of his cock before doing so.

Brushing his nose against your shoulder, adding a kiss here and there, he starts caressing your thigh.

“Do you know…that some people do it somewhere else too?” Gracing his fingertip along your anal, he looks up, face full of disapproval. “Here?”

“The good book says it’s a no-no…”

“It does. I think I should show you why.”

“What if I already know?”

“You don’t. I have to show you.”

He drops a big glob of saliva in his hand and transfers it to the head of his cock. Standing close, aligning himself, he starts pushing. Your mouth opens wider the farther he squeezes past your ring until you feel the familiar closing where it ends.

“How does that feel, does it hurt?”, he asks, slowly, slowly working his length in, holding your cheek up to watch.

You shake your head no.

“No?”

“It feels good… Keep going.”

“You like it everywhere…”, he moans over your lips. “My filthy whore…”

It creeps and caresses your skin alike when he says things like that.

But you’re not the only one. After the brief kiss he leans back again, unable to take his eyes off of himself fucking you where it’s forbidden, only looking elsewhere when he drops his heads back and juts his jaw. Completely forgetting the so called lesson, his mind is on one thing only: thrusting faster.

Forcing out air through his nose harder the closer he gets, he’s desperately chasing his climax until he reaches it:

“Hh!…hh!…hh!...A-hh, ah!”, he wails, grinding his crotch against you, letting his cock empty itself as his fingers dig into your skin.

When you spot the bare ankles under the cassock you can rest assured; everything else hadn’t been Baekhyun’s way of leading you up to this - a true call to piety. Making sure no one’s around you call down the aisle:

“How do I lock it?”

“You don’t.”

“And if someone walks in?”

“The devil took hold of me…”, he smirks, shrugging his shoulders.

“I hope that’s not a reference to me. Either way he must've got you good since you missed me.” Finally at the front, you sit down with him on the altar steps.

“I’m a chaste man, I can go without.”

“So if I stick my hand under here..?”, you tease, putting your chin to his knee, tugging at the hem of his robe.

“It’s only my tool.”

When you go ahead, he spreads his legs, giving you room to slide your hand up and down his length as he tries hard to control his reaction. Looking at you with dark eyes when you encircle the shaft and pump, he strokes your cheek and sternly says:

“I have to get these behaviours out of you. Not e-mh…not even in God’s house can you stop thinking about sex.”

“You’re not fooling anyone so you might as well show your true self.”

You’re not superstitious, but even for you being undressed in front of the great altar painting bears some weight. Resting your palms on the altar table, Baekhyun’s naked form behind you is as titillating as any of his vestments.

You feel every inch of him as he pushes his length in; his thighs against yours as he stretches up into you; his hands holding firmly on your hips.

“How many men have you engaged in sexual acts with since we met?”, he asks.

“None.”

“You’re lying”, he groans, roughly snapping his hips. “How many?”

“One.”

When he rams his cock in again you know there won’t be right and wrong answers - only his vise-like grip and violent thrusts conditioning the unwanted behaviour, so you might as well play along his way.

“Why were you already wet between your legs?”

“I… was thinking about you.”

“Did that happen before, when I wasn’t with you?”

“Yes…ah.”

“What did you do?”

You don’t want to say it - you want to say it.

“Put my hand inside, ah!…inside my panties.”

“And…?”, he asks, the lewd drip in his voice growing stronger with every question.

“Touched myself.”

“Did you push it inside?”

“Yes. I thought about you.”

“You thought about me, hm? What did you think?”

“That you could see.”

“Masturbating in front of a bishop… You’re incorrigible.”

“Stop looking at the door, no one’s gonna come in”, he says as you get up on the table, hoisting your leg to his shoulder.

This time he - luckily - stops at one, satisfied with holding high on your thigh; sliding his cock back in, he then grabs the other leg you wrap around him.

Surprisingly, the wet claps don’t echo across the space as you might’ve imagined, calling to higher powers about what sacrilegious acts are taking place under this roof, but stay centred, adding fuel to the fire of Baekhyun’s stomach continuously going back and forth. His quick tempo and short thrusts is the perfect set up for an orgasm, so you move your hand down.

“No”, he pants, but enjoys it when you spread your folds for him. “Is that how you touch yourself? Ah!…mm, my Bathsheba…so lonely without me.”

Increasingly letting out louder moans until he pounds as fast as he can, then again pulls out, but lets his cum land on your clit and can’t resist dipping the head back in, grunting hard as he does.

After riding it out, stroking his length a few times, he grabs the cassock off the floor, letting it hang open:

“Now…”, he says, stroking your stomach “...show me what you do when you think about me.”

“See, it ain’t all that bad”, your aunt says as you walk inside this, the church you’ve supposedly never been to.

“I never said bad, I said boring.”

“Oh, hush. There’s the bishop now, let’s go say hi.”

Catching the quick glance Baekhyun throws your way, you’re not sure how composed you’ll be so you make up an excuse, saying you’ve actually said hi in passing before.

“But I’m sure he only got back this morning?”, your aunt muses. “The man with the red sash there..?”

“No, the one with the red hair.”

“Him? That’s his nephew. No, Baekhyun’s no bishop. He’s a deacon - that’s his wife next to him.”

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