#I don't know. avoid dissimulating so much

[scismatico]

Very sad & disconcerting when while having a sincere conversation I can almost pinpoint the moment the other person gets uncomfortable with the honesty & they try to Dissuade/Make Fun of themselves which I get because Humour to cope or whatever but at the same time... When are we going to address the enormous sinkhole in your brain eating away at your grey matter... Is what I'm saying but truthfully it's unfortunate that it's so difficult to accept (vague gesturing) & it's not like I am perfectly candid with everyone but I've since long learned how to be a tad more gracious to myself in this regard. Like if I'm not willing to be earnest then what am I doing lol

[seokka0o]

𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 | 𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒖

Jungsu ♡ Afab!reader

Contain: smut; unprotect sex; breasts/ nipple play; makeout; needy jungsu; multiple orgasms; cumshot ; fingering;

Request? Yes

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Author: Hope enjoy ♡

this is +18 content and purely fictional, not intended to offend anyone. read with descriptions. Minors do not interact.

When Jungsu arrived it was already early evening. 

The twilight sky made the atmosphere of a Saturday night very comfortable.  You were alone, your roommate had left on Friday to spend the weekend with her boyfriend in another city. 

the feeling was muggy, rain running everywhere made you and jungsu change plans to go out for the night, finding things to do, watching movies and complaining about the life you've been leading since high school;  it was always like that, certain things tended to never change if they always came up with a feeling of nostalgia and that ranged from the soda you drink that has always been the same, to the same cliché movie that made you see the colors of the world. 

the definition of comfort, jungsu was someone important enough to you to call him lime that.

 inside the room depended on the same climate,with the windows closed so as not to splash rain inside.  the blankets piled up on top of the bed, like a kind of divider between the bodies. 

deposited unconsciously, your eyes attentive to the film, and the smell of strong jelly candy; you were inert, your mind empty, the silhouette of jungsu in your peripheral vision in the dimmed light conveys the idea that he felt the same way, however much how restless you were sure it was because of the bed that always seemed too small to offer comfort to his big body;

you still didn't say anything, jungsu was always very communicative with his own ideals, you knew that at the right moment he would speak which made him so restless, also because there wasn't much to do since every time you looked up at him , he deviated somewhat uncomfortable with the closeness you were; how you always seemed to be, close, but that for some reason now seemed to sound so different to him. 

Time passed in the blink of an eye. maybe you had dozed off without realizing it in the middle of the process because you woke up suddenly with the television turning off, the movie was over, you didn't even notice. 

Jungsu was adjusting to the bed when he noticed that you looked a little disoriented, laughing conveniently.

 "You were sleeping soundly, I didn't want to disturb you" said Jungsu getting rid of those packages, throwing them onto the desk that you have beside your bed.

  You shook your head, removing that blanket that was between the bodies, giving a significant space for jungsu to snuggle

"I think I got too absorbed, sleep was stronger than me" the air-filled laughter sounded from both lips after returning to that silence "are you ok jungsu?"

 You asked abruptly, making Jungsu shiver, looking at you through the half light your lamp provides.

 "Yes…why the question out of nowhere?"  He acted like a criminal, avoiding airing his filth, feeling even a little overwhelmed by how well you seemed to know him.

 "You're a little weird, I thought something had happened" you shrugged, stretching lazily on the bed, looking a little unconcerned despite the weight your friend was carrying the conversation "we're friends, already a long time, you know you can trust me"

  He trembled a little bewildered before lying down beside you, with a sigh that he had been keeping for some time, at that moment he ended up falling into reality, there were no dangers, there were no secrets and much less dissimulation, jungsu was never able to lie to you and that wouldn't change at all.

 "I don't know, it's been a long time since my last relationship, I'm thinking too much about the need I'm feeling lately" Jungsu felt the twinge of shame hit him like a whip, almost without any strength in his speech, a little embarrassed

 "Need? So you want to fuck me?"  Your neutrality was genuine, despite always making a point of pointing out how much your friend seemed to have grown in recent years, becoming bulky, big enough to barely pass through your room, even though it was something that seemed to live in your mind 24/7 , you struggled to keep yourself in your place, but was inevitable feel this way.

"What?"  Jungsu raised his head from the pillow to look at you again, carefully analyzing your face in search of any tone of sarcasm in order to make fun of him

 "I said. We've been friends for a long time" you started, suggestive, but without going on "I can give you a good fuck, I know you well, we're close enough"

Silence ensued.  Not a single noise passed through the room for what seemed like an eternity, the dark room topped, as if there was something about to happen, trapped in Jungsu's unconscious.  He was looking at you when you finished talking. confused, you can see his cheeks starting to blush, telling you even if silently, what the problem really was.  Jungsu wasn't the most subtle, he's so desperate for sex that he couldn't even avoid looking at you without feeling extremely attracted; tempted to move your very faithful friendship, demoralize all that little prank of sleeping together every Saturday night to just watch a movie in the same bed because they are so close.  You just seemed to wait for the opportunity, just like Jungsu.

"Y/n I…" jungsu wanted to justify himself, more than anything, but there weren't any decent words to describe the despair that ran through jungsu's body, making his hands tingle, his body in fever desperate for the correct answer, but at the same time at the same time wanting not to say nothing , because if you seem so naturalized why should he be so desperate in search of something that clearly had no explanation.

 It was like a beam of light.  You didn't even say anything, you didn't want to, you took your fingers so subtly to Jungsu's face, shutting him up in moments, in an almost heroic act You kissed him, making the first sound through the room, a noisy seal, by urgency.

 You could feel Jungsu's heavy breathing close to your face, his heart racing, surprised by your courage and feeling motivated.

Jungsu cursed and advanced.  Taking your lips desperately to the kiss, opening your mouth to pull your lips against his and letting go of any kindness;

You felt the twinge in the pit of your stomach, kissing your friend like it was no big deal, treating him like someone you could occasionally exchange some contact with sounds very out of touch.

Despite the comforting way in which jungsu simply silences his own murmurs, kissing , contouring his lips to your, bringing you closer and closer to touch your body, using all the air in God's lungs to be able to give you five more minutes at that.

 His lips were soft, well-adorned, experienced, jungsu hardly missed a beat, bringing you closer and closer to kiss him, mouth open, smacking and snarling, limpid, fluid.  You thought for a moment, when was the last time you kissed someone so hard; turning your head and moving gently, feeling a longing you didn't know you had to finally have you kissing him. 

He spilled without pain, pausing for a mere second to look at you with those sly eyes adorned; jungsu was truly changed.  He got up, propping himself up on his elbows and hovered above you, but without being fully over your body, jungsu took your swollen lips again, sliding his tongue over the subtle lips, flaming your mouth after having the right permission. 

You moaned low when you felt the touch of the tongues and trembled below jungsu, turning your tongue in his, rubbing, promiscuously, feeling the salivas mix, dirty and deep, jungsu despite the heavy breathing remained passive, sucking your tongue for his own pleasure and return with open-mouthed kisses, biting your  lower lip and tugging as you reddens it as a sign. 

Jungsu took a deep breath, lowered his mouth to your neck, scraping the fleshy area of ​​your skin, tickling, remembering how good that was.  You smiled and lifted your jaw when you felt the tip of his tongue pass along the base of your neck, a shiver ran down your spine and you sighed heavily, so hard that you thought that could be your last breath of all life.

Jungsu moved on top of you, now placing himself between your legs.  It would be a lie if you said you were surprised to feel the already hard member covered by casual clothes pressed against you. 

The heat rose fast, you never really thought of it that way, but the feeling of Jungsu's huge cock touching you made you shiver, remembering what you were dealing with. the soft moan, you had to bite your bottom lip to not let out too much.

Jungsu bit your neck in the process, accompanying with the moan just as sly.  He kept the strength in his arm, attacking in every direction of your region, scraping with the rush, licking and keeping openmouthed kisses all over your neck, forcing his own hip against yours, feeling his leg give way with pain because of the dick so neglected, desperate after so long without a single masturbation.

 You sighed with the touch, raised your hands to be able to touch the jungsu's blond strands, leaving a delicate caress to your friend's leather, encouraging him to continue what he were doing, even missing the contact of his lips, making your own lip tingle with longing for his. 

Jungsu leans on one arm and rests his index finger on the collar of your pajamas, pulling down, loosening the buttons one up to the chest area.  He didn't take time for anything, his hand invaded the slit without thinking and grabbed your breast, squeezing between large and icy fingers, you moaned with the touch of the thumb rubbing against your nipple.

Jungsu started to go down now without urgency, tracing the path with saliva, kisses still with his mouth open, now taking his other hand inside he found the other breast, which he held between his fingers and ran the tip of his tongue through the rigid region of the nipple, sucking, making it wet. 

You felt the twinge reach your center, your eyes closed, concentrating on the feeling of Jungsu playing with your body.  He dedicates himself to sucking, biting almost the entire breast right after, moaning with the sensation, the delicacy that was to be your breasts enveloped by his mouth. 

The other hand did the job of leaving the other breast well stimulated, squeezing it between agile fingers. Jungsu deliberated a certain effort in that region, too excited to say a word, grunting and moaning to the sound of your noises, with your body soft, hot.  You had already lost your mind, your intimacy dripping sensitive, you despaired every time you had the feeling of jungsu's hardened cock touching your hips with subtlety.

 "Jungsu baby, please" you pleaded with heavy breathing, holding the bigger one by the shoulder, insinuating that he should get rid of that accumulated boner as soon as possible. 

He murmured in response and just continued what he was doing, sucking on your delicate breast, not intending to heed your orders for the time being. 

You mumbled, squirmed, desperate, so little patient for jungsu's banter, he acted like he had all the time in the world and really, it wasn't like he was going anywhere, the night was just beginning to consume and you were already on the verge of an outbreak. 

Merciful jungsu let go of your breast, feeling the lack immediately, entering his hand into your pajama pants, with his entire hand consuming all the space of your pussy without much effort, he explored the region well, forcing some fingers into your entrance; you shuddered , as if an icy current of air passed through your body, your pajamas all out of reach, half open.  You lifted your hips at his stimulation, moaning softly with your eyes still closed.

"Look at me , please" jungsu pleaded, amazed at the sight of you, imagining that nowhere in the world would he ever find the perfect place to be, which at that moment was between your legs.

The index finger rose like a feather, stroking your vulva superficially. you froze, grabbing the blankets, jungsu smiled when you finally had your eyes open in his direction, with that he slid the digit around your clit and began to circle, moving everything inside you.

Your legs trembled involuntarily, almost closing up. Jungsu smiled again and began to maintain the frequency, pressed his thumb against the button and moved his face down towards your lips again, devouring them. You gasped desperately and laid your hands on his face, resting them there, Jungsu sucked your lip and invaded with his tongue, now as an infiltrator, he didn't ask for permission and attacked you, his fingers speeding up with each take and you moaned more and more desperately against his mouth.

Jungsu wanted to feel you as soon as possible, to make you burn in flames, to put an end to his own appetite. The first finger was the middle one, Jungsu forced the tip, when he felt swallowed he entered you completely, moving, looking for the spongy flesh, but without success to find it, soon after was the index finger, forming already perfect scissors that opened and closed inside you.

You gasp against his mouth, biting his lip to relieve the tension, your hands freely began to unbutton his pajamas that you always wore matching, exposing Jungsu's torso, which you could explore with your fingers, feeling each crease, each rise, the prominent chest, Jungsu shuddered with the touch of your hands, but stood firm, fucking you with his fingers at that time without any mercy.

"Hmm...j-jungsu...I'm going" you were being smothered by mouth, now without any chance to finish the sentence your body burned, shaking from the hip down you desperately reached for jungsu's hand which controlled the pace, you teased him before you could say you wanted him inside first of all. It didn't seem fair, and it definitely wasn't, he played with your body as he saw fit, leaving you without many options, but with a thirst that seemed never ending "fuck".

 You said after parting your lips, panting, watching Jungsu withdraw his hand from inside your pajamas, licking the sticky liquid like it was the tastiest of banquets. You assumed, if you had the strength you would have groaned at the sight of him with his bare torso tasting you this good, but you settled for laughing and laying your head on the pillow.

It was only a matter of time, you felt his treacherous hands pull down your clothes, undressing you in seconds. You finish unbuttoning your top and completely rid yourself of any clothing on your body.

"God, you're so hot" he said and you laughed, propping yourself up on your elbows and saying nothing, it seemed too inviting, at that point nothing else was in your way, with that jungsu removed his own clothes, giving you the glimpse of what would be a perfect man. Jungsu is big, and besides being tall he was well filled out and this made him more attractive, with or without clothes, he was beautiful.

Jungsu held the neglected cock, groaning almost desperately, he jerked before rubbing the cock against your wetness, losing his senses for a while.

You moaned again, the sensitive intimacy beginning to contract, begging to have him inside at any cost. Jungsu blinked, demonstrating the tic that came when he pushed the tip against your entrance. The moans echoing painfully from both lips, you fell back onto the soft bed, feeling graced by the opportunity, you could feel jungsu snapping you in half trying to fit, fit inside you without any warning, you bit your own lip and whimpered, the big cock making relief in your lower abdomen and soon began to move.

The hands of jungsu again rested on your breasts, kneading them between his fingers as comfort you sought, determining he begins to fuck you, walking unmercifully, slamming into a suitable rhythm on your hips, the sound echoing through the muffled room.

"Yes baby like that" you twisting your spine detaching yourself from the mattress, squirming, already completely sensitive, you moaned like there was no tomorrow.

"You like that huh?" Despite the loaded speech jungsu was smooth, like silk he was fucking you; driving moans adorned your plump lips as he watched his cock mark your belly every time he slid inside, your legs wide open for him and big hands squeezing your breasts like anti-stress toys "I could break you in two"

It sounded like a plea for a moment, you looked so small compared to him that it was inevitable not to voice this idea out loud

"Hmmm...destroy me then, I'm ready" you said, jungs moaned at the speech, he finally looks at you, watching you destroyed, losing control without even realizing it, jungsu sped up, slamming the tip against the spongy flesh that started to swell with each nudge, you countered and screamed for your friend, maddened.

Jungsu was struggling as he began to feel the first waves. You were incommunicado, losing your breath, your strength; he led, coming out inside you , ripping a painful moan from your lips and without saying anything he turned you over on the bed, putting you on all fours for him. 

  Jungsu held your hips and lifted you up, and it took you a while to adjust, bringing the pillow to support yourself, then he entered again, using pink the strength he had, you in a promiscuous sequence, singing each other's names, Jungsu felt dizzy as well as you, Flooded in the vastness, you exchanged a few good swears and compliments as jungsu started pounding, his hand came down against your ass and held it, your head spun a thousand more times and you couldn't contain it, teasing, shaking, screaming, begging him to give you more than you could really handle.

Jungsu came soon after, pounding at an overwhelming speed and then out of nowhere removed his cock from inside you, jerking the limit, his chest burning breathless, red and sweaty, cumming all over your ass, marking your flesh with his hot liquid, squealing, moaning and losing yourself in delirium.

  Falling on the bed it took you about ten minutes before you recognized each other, falling into laughter for a mere second, feeling ignorant for taking yourselves to the desire of the flesh, of exacerbated desperation.

"Are you okay?" Jungsu was the first to speak, a little bewildered 

"It was the best fuck of my life, obviously I'm fine" you complete by climbing up the blanket to cover your own body "if you were after sex you should have said so before"

"How was I to imagine that you were after that kind of partner too, y/n, I was caught off guard" you both laughed without any concern, you felt you had to accept your fate, clearly taking each other to the bathroom, where you could clean yourself and as fate would have it, have sex again.

[guiraguira]

Without hugs!✨

Samatoki X Gn Reader!

Warnings: None! You like to hug him in the back but today you avoid doing it to see his reaction

° He is talking to another yakuza member when he listens to your steps behind him. You have the habit of hugging him in the back while he is busy, just not to interrupt him and he of lifting both arms slightly unconsciously to facilitate the aim.

° So when he dodged him, he lost the thread of the conversation and turned to look for you, but you were doing something else. Believing that he was wrong, he tries to continue paying attention to the subject in front of him but it is already useless, his mind is thinking of you.

° Later that same day you spend about him again and this time he is sure of your intention, his elbows get up for you, but you just want him to move to be able to grab something, with his position of "Mommy hen " It is done on a confused side. He says nothing and thanking him to move you go to another room.

° You are laughing internally, you know that he is already trying to decipher what happens, but he will not say it out loud and much less will say that he wants him to hug him in public as you always do. Trying to stay as it would be as possible serius .

° dissimulately follows you and observes from the door frame, it is beginning to get impatient, but he can't think of any good reason for you hug him it without asking for it. So the only thing he does for the moment is to put in front of you, turning your back and interposing in your way on purpose, you had to understand that way?

° their attempts were very funny, touching the pathetic but acting natural, you almost let a couple of laughs when he stopped in front of you in the hall, doing absolutely nothing just being a human wall, but you managed to go through a tiny opening that he let. You wanted to verify how insistent it could be.

° I really can't stand much more, there was a time when I was sure that you would finally hug him, your hands touched his back and he was already ready to feel the heat of your body, but you just gave him a couple of affectionate pats and that did not It was what he was looking for. "You're doing it on purpose!" He says turning around and clicking his tongue.

° "Noo ~~" you loose bowing your head on your shoulder, but you had already wrong, he has that smile of "I knew!" Adorning his face. "Ehhh ?? How do you know what I'm talking about?" Take a step to you and you go back trying to earn more space keeping visual contact . "I don't know what are you talking about?" You twist your head on the side but you can't hold your smile anymore. Samatoki is happy to have discovered your game before thinking that something more serious was happening and he also spreads for your laugh.

° "Ah ~~ you don't know?" He imitate you tilting his head, he continues to advance you and your continuous going back until you collide with a wall, taking advantage of your carelessness catches you with both hands touching the wall, closing your escape. Far from feeling intimidated by him, you laughter breaking the visual contact they had maintained.

° "Let's go out of the middle, great fool" pinch one of his cheeks, moving his head side by with your grip. "Ouch! Do you think I'll be so easy?" Holding his wounded cheek, he puts his back squeezing against you. "Hey !!! You move your butt from here" it is really exerting pressure in you so that you hug it without asking for it, but it is very childish. He has you trapped between his back and the wall.

° "As you say!" He says moving his back side by side, highlighting what he wants. You are about to hit his stomach but he stops your hand and squeezes it in his abdomen, yielding you hug him with two hands very strongly. "Ehh? Haven't you asked me to go?" In response you squeeze it stronger, pressing your head on his back. You know he is happy to have won but he not will let you go so easy. You owe at least about four hugs and he hopes you compensate.

° This childhood behavior of Samatoki only comes to light when you provoke it, although it is someone difficult to treat, it rarely gets angry when you provoke it like this, he loves acting like a fool in front of you, because he knows that you will always be there to follow the game of the same form.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Californian Dream (Pt. 10 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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“It won't take long now,” Billy mutters, his hand holding yours are you both walk through the beach. Everyone is at the snack bar, eyes on the TV, getting all the details about the most famous gang being finally arrested. “Your father will call and you can go back home.”

“I know.” Moving a strand of hair away from your face, you look down as the ripples reach your feet. “I'll go. Spend the night there and on the next morning I'll tell them.” The plan comes up suddenly because that's the best you can give them. A last night in the house before moving out for good. “I'll tell them I'll drop out of college and look for something I really wanna study. That we're dating and I'll be living with you.”

“Are you sure about this? Because you know they won't let it go that easily.”

“I know and I don't care.” Stopping, you move to stand before him, cupping his cheeks. “I mean, you still want me to live with you, right?”

“I do.” Leaning closer, Billy kisses you, soft and slow. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tiptoe. “And I need you to know that I won't accept the money your father said he'd give for... Sheltering you.”

“Baby, you can accept it. I don't mind.”

“I can't. Having you at my place was... It is amazing, all the money in the world wouldn't be enough to pay for what you gave me.” Biting your lip, you smile at his words, causing him to raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“You're so romantic.” In a sassy tone, you step back when his face changes, ready to run if necessary.

“Just don't tell anyone,” Billy whispers, and, in a sudden motion, he moves forward, arms around your waist, lifting you up.

“I won't!” You exclaim, laughing as he spins you around before setting you down again. “It'll be our secret.” Whispering on his ear, you giggle when a bigger wave hits your calves.

“I guess the future talk will happen sooner rather than later.” He states, pulling away before another wave soaks your skirt even more.

“Yeah... I guess so.” Clearing your throat, you blush a little to remember what he said earlier. “That, Uhm... About kids.” Wait. You shouldn't bring that up. It's way too soon, and be was probably kidding. “I mean, let's get real first. I'll drop off of college and focus on my job. I like it and maybe choose another course I like. Mmm... That's pretty much it. You?”

Billy gives you a look, shaking his head lightly. Trying to dissimulate with Billy is useless. You're an open book to him, you have been since day one. “Neil was a devil of a father. And I want to be better.” His voice gets darker at the mention of Neil. You don't know the man, but you hate him with all your strength for what he did to Billy. You hope you'll never see him face to face, or else you won't be able to keep from breaking his damn nose. “Of course I never actually thought of it before, but now... You just... You messed me up, ok? In a good way, but still, you messed me up and now I'm making plans.” Rolling his eyes dramatically, Billy sits down on the sand, and you do the same, climbing on top of him. “And that's all your fault.”

“My fault? I wasn't trying to make you fall for me.” Defending yourself, you push him down until he's lying on his back and you're lying on top of him.

“If you were trying, I'd have fallen for you when you gave me that lemonade.” He places a kiss on your nose, making you giggle. “Or even before, when I saw you walking around the house... Avoiding me.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I noticed that, princess.”

“Well, I couldn't talk to you and risk sounding like a complete idiot.” Taking both his hands, you hold them down on each side of his head, ignoring his cocky face. “And it's your fault for being so good looking.”

“Hey, hey! You two!” A yell gets your attention, and when you turn your head to see, you find Stacy and Anne. “We're watching you.”

“Creepy.” You mutter, moving off of him and back on your feet. “But guess the party isn't over yet, and honey, I want to dance.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't dance with my lady.” In a quick motion, he's back up, arms around your waist as you make your way back to the bonfire.

•••

It takes three days until your father calls you. He doesn't say much, just that the gang is arrested and it's now safe for you to go back home.

Home. That house isn't home, but you comply, not wanting to make them sad or anything. So it's after lunch when Billy is driving you there, not a single thing with you. You didn't even bother to bring a bag to fake it. It'll be only one night, and then you'll sit and talk to them.

When you're moving through the gates, the same feeling you once had comes back. You feel suffocated, surrounded by all the things you don't care about. There will be a few people over, and they'll get into those meaningless conversations again, and they'll be looking at you, judging you. They'll talk about your clothes. They're normal, not insanely expensive. No... Your mother will make you go upstairs and change immediately. The lump in your throat only surrenders a bit when you feel Billy's hand on your thigh.

“You'll alright?”

“Yeah, just... Thinking about tomorrow. I'll talk to them, get my car, and when you're back from work, I'll be there.” That's your goal. That's what you're so damn excited for. Tomorrow evening, which will be exactly like the evenings you've been having for months. And you love every single one of them.

“I can't wait.” He gives you a glance and smiles. Your smile. The one that's not cocky and doesn't have a hidden meaning behind it. Not a sassy one. Just a bright, beautiful, genuine smile, that lights up his whole face.

The moment he stops the car by the front door, you get separated. You knew this would happen, so you're prepared. After hugs, tears, and welcomes from both your parents and the sea of people here, your mother guides you upstairs, making you change into a white dress with sunflowers. You don't complain, you just do as she says. For the last time.

Back downstairs, you see Billy and your father talking by the door. He tries to hand Billy a piece of paper, a paycheck probably, but Billy refuses. After a while, Billy leaves, but not before glancing at you. You know it's only for a short period, but you feel like part of your heart is going with him.

“(Y/N), honey?” Your mother calls. “Won't you answer Mrs. Vanner?”

“Oh, yes...” Shaking your head lightly, you try to focus on... Whatever they're talking about. “Sorry, what was it again?”

“I'm sure you're happy to be back home after so long having to live in such a small space.” Mrs. Vanner says, her fake, wide smile making it really hard not to roll your eyes.

Of course they know where you were now. Mother had to tell them, just for the sake of the gossip. “How can you possibly know the size of Billy's apartment?” You snap, not really trying to keep the sweet tone.

“Oh, please. Mr. Hargrove is the man who washes my son's car. How big can his place be.” She sounds so gentle, so plastic.

You should keep your mouth shut. You should play along, keep up the act until tomorrow morning, just until tomorrow morning. But you can't. You lost the ability to fake it. “Yeah. It is small. Your ego wouldn't fit in it.”

“(Y/N)!” Your mother exclaims, almost choking on her drink. “Where are your manners?”

“That's alright. Living with someone from a different class may have her used to different kinds of behavior.” Mrs. Vanner snaps, in an apologetic tone.

“Something we can agree on!” You exclaim, giving her a big smile. “That's a first.”

“(Y/N), that's enough.”

“I agree with that too.” Putting your drink down, you stand up from the armchair. “I'll head upstairs and rest for a bit.” Without saying anything else, you walk away, the high heels echoing through the empty spaces. But you stop in the middle of the stairs to kick them away before running to your bedroom.

But of course, there's a hell of a dinner. And, of course, you have to be there, nodding and smiling, pretending to pay attention to whatever they're saying. With your leg bouncing under the table, you play with your fancy food. Your mind floats back home. To the apartment. Billy is probably home already, eating what's left of the lasagna you made together yesterday. That lasagna is so much better than this boeuf bourguignon you're being forced to eat.

“Are you excited to go back to college, (Y/N)?” Mr. Eleanor asks, and you silently nod. “I bet you'll be an amazing lawyer just like your father over there.”

“Yeah.” Until they find you a rich husband and you have to abandon your career to turn into a housewife, with nothing to do but to administrate the house and spend rivers of money on useless things.

The dinner goes on for endless hours, and the small get together after has you exhausted. When you excuse yourself, getting to your bedroom, you fill up your tub and spend an hour or two there, trying to relax in a house that doesn't feel like yours anymore. It never did, but now, that feeling is amplified since you found a place you feel at home.

By the time you're in your pajamas, lying on the bed, it's way past midnight. The chattering died and everyone left, but still, you can't sleep. Kicking the sheets away, you get to your feet, walking to the balcony and breathing in the night air when you push the slide door opened. Billy fixed your railing. He was here before you even exchanged a single word with him. And you wish he was here now. With you. You didn't know exactly why you couldn't sleep, but now you do. Billy is always holding you, one way or another, and hugging the pillow doesn't compare. Is it what love is? Losing the capacity of falling asleep away from the person you love? Stepping forward, you let your fingers touch the cold metal, a smile coming to your lips.

California never felt like home. Until you found Billy.

Giving your huge garden a look, taking in the green grass and threes under the low lights, eyes wandering through its extension, you smile. And, in the blink of an eye, you know what to do.

The car keys are in the same place you left them, in a small vase on your dresser. Taking them, you put on the first pair of flats you find, having the decency of trying not to make too much noise on your way out. But you don't care, not anymore. On your way downstairs, you halt on the last step when you see Amelia, in her nightgown, coming from the kitchen with a mug in her hands. She's a little startled and confused, but her expression softens after a while.

“Don't try to stop me.” You say in a low voice.

“Are you going to be with Billy?” She asks, but by the look on her face, she already knows the answer. Amelie knows you too well, a lot better than your parents.

“Yes. I love him.” It comes out naturally, and it gives you a sense of freedom you can't describe. Saying it, here, is amazing.

“Then go, bunny.” Amelia smiles, and you rush to give her a tight hug before making your way to the garage, straight into your pink Cadillac.

You never enjoyed driving as much as you do now that you're going somewhere you wanna be. The streets are only half empty, and you decide to put the top down to feel the night air on your face, only to put it up again when you reach the parking lot. There are a few spaces, thank God, and you park on the first one you find, running up to Billy's apartment, panting after the six sets of stairs leading to the third floor.

But it doesn't matter. You're at his door, and it doesn't matter. You have the key, but the whole keychain is inside, so you have no choice but to knock a few times.

And when the door is open, a very sleepy Billy seems all confused, as if he just saw a ghost. “(Y/N)?”

“I couldn't sleep.” You simply say, keeping your voice as low as you can despite still trying to catch your breath.

His confusion fades away, and a smile takes over. “Me neither.” Stepping forward, Billy wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you inside with him before pushing the door close and crashing his lips on yours.

This was the right decision, as crazy as it seems. When Billy kisses you, you know that everything you did that led to this moment was right. He's pulling you to the bedroom when the phone rings. The damn thing has the bad habit of interrupting you.

“Let me–”

“No. I know who it is.” Cutting him off, you pull away, walking over the phone. You don't think much before answering it. “Hi, dad.”

“Wha– (Y/N)?” He stutters, and your mother says something on the back about her being right. “What the hell are you doing there? Your mother went to your room and you were gone, she almost had a heart attack!”

“I'm sorry. I'm at Billy's.”

“Why in the hell are you there? Get your ass back home now.”

“No.” You state, crossing your arms.

“What do you mean by ‘no’?” He scoffs. “What do you think you're doing?”

“Father, I'm an adult and I know exactly what I'm doing.” Taking a deep breath, you run a hand through your hair. “We have a lot to talk about, and I'll explain everything, I promise. Meet me tomorrow in your favorite restaurant at noon.”

“What? I won't–”

“If you want to know what's going on and why I came back here, you'll go. Tell mother to go as well. Have a good night.” Without allowing him to say anything else, you hang up. Turning to look at Billy, you sigh. “Call in sick tomorrow, because I'll need you with me.”

“I have a couple of days off I can use, don't worry.” He comes closer, pulling you into a tight hug. “I'll be right there with you.”

“They'll say all kinds of mean things, you know that, right?”

“I don't care.”

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@multific @dontxfearxthereaper @nope-thanks @nikkixostan @shinydixon @clockworkballerina @infinitelycharmed23 @lilred91

[gensou-no-toshokan]

I love your writing so much!! For the prompts can I request "Don't make me come over there myself" and are you still taking the nsfw prompts?

Technically I’m always open to them, so don’t worry.

Note: The actual line is not on this, but the idea behind it is.

Everything was blurry around her, except for him.

Come to think of it everything around felt like that, even herself: the sheets around them were raspy-looking as if they were and even though they felt like silk.

Then there’s his weight on top of hers, it’s the only thing that feels completely real; the way his hot skin brushed and slapped against hers, his muscles contracting and straining with sweat, his hands gripping her from below tightly the talons digging into her skin.

Then there’s his expression.

He always makes a point to hide it from her and pretty much everyone, even when they’re were like this, he hides on the crook of her neck, and even when they fully faced one another, the way he strained to always stay utterly in control it scares her at times.

But right now she can see him completely open: his parted lips that allowed the moans and curses come out clearly, there’s abluish tint that has spread all over his cheeks and nose and he strains to keep his eyes open.

That’s how Nina knows this is a dream.

It happened again, she thought plopping herself down on the bed and wished she could disappear in between the sheets, and maybe if she tried hard enough she would manage.

But the aching between her legs, pulsating and demanding release, the sleek patches on her underwear and her tingling all over would still be there afterwards.

His lips are soft, much softer than she thought they would be.

She looked up to the window and saw the moon was still up there in the sky and groaned on the pillow; if she didn’t sleep well tonight she would be doing a lousy job tomorrow…

His wings cover them both and every time they brush against her skin they both moan

Her fingers dogged into the pillow, forcing,attempting of not ending the job herself. 

The hot and throbbing flesh inside of her, his weight and his kisses… it’s too much…

But it did nothing to erase the ghost feeling of her dreams.

“Everything seems to be the same as the last time I checked you.” Rita said without looking at her.

“Mine…”

-----

“Thank you, Rita.” She said trying to will down the knot that it had been on her throat since the beginning ofher ‘appointment’. “I just felt like I was coming down with a fever.”

“Any chance to get a look of dragon folk biology is as good as any, even if you’re not full blood.” She spoke taking off her gloves. 

“Uh… still, thank you, is there anything I can get for you as thanks?” She asked and Rita only shrugged as usual muttering something about her paying her tab, and as Nina was about to walk out of the door Rita spoke:

“Nina.” 

“Yes?” She said and when she turned Rita was infront of her, a flask of herbs in hand. 

“Next time you fear you another fever, make tea with these and make sure to chew on the roots,” She said before Nina could ask. “Don’t go overboard because these are expensive, but don’t be too stingy either it’s cheaper and safer than the alternative; it will help you… regulate your cycles.” 

Before this moment she could never think that words alone could open a chasm below her feet and made her want to jump down it to avoid this talk.

“W-what things are you saying?!” She yelled feeling honest to god smoke flaring off her body, and didn’t need a mirror to know her face was beet red.

“Tch, I’m saying that if you have any plans of having an active life you should take precautions… usually I wouldn’t bother with long-living races like yourself and…” She stopped talking and Nina swore there was a tingle on her eyes. “Anyhow…you guys are like ticking clocks and have very specific conditions for any seasonal fever, but unpredictable human genetics tend to throw these cycles all over the chart, so stop being an idiot and take them.” She said pushing the flask inside her pouch

Nina swore she must have looked like a zombie the entire way back home, she ignored people’s greetings or asking her some random things and when she reached her apartment, it had been a week since she moved from Bacchus carriage.

Exactly the day after their encounter.

He eyed carefully Rita’s expression when he dropped the bag in front of her.

It was modest enough; there was a bed, a cabinet and a table, she left Rita’s idea for a gift on the top shelf … is not like she would have much use for them anytime soon.

-----

Pretending that he had not tied it loose on purposeso the gold coins spilled on her table.

“I suppose I can finally say your tab is payed.” She said picking it up and he had to suppress a sigh at her unimpressed face, he supposed that was expecting too much from her. “But I’m short on change at the moment.”

“Keep all of it.” He said with a hand wave, gold and jewels were worthless in Hell, power was the only true currency. “What?” He asked when she noticed her suspicious stare.

“Should I expect to be cursed from this?” She asked, and he had to suppress the urge to face palm.

“Think whatever you want, zombie, none of my business,”He said, feeling his eye twitch. “I’m not trying to be generous or anything, I hate to be indebted to people, I would pay for the drunkard’s life supply of alcohol if that kept them and their bounty hunters off my back for the next couple of centuries.” 

“So, you went and fact checked.” Rita said and he had to school his annoyance now, this girl had always been too smart for her own good, he stole a glance to the stairs he knew led to the attic, there was enough space up there to make for a good enough living space if the zombie girl kicked her pets out of the place.

Enoughfor one person to live.  

“Nina’s not here.” Rita spoke again and he tried to dissimulate his choking noises into a cough.

“I wasn’t going to ask about that girl.” He said and almost bite his tongue off while doing so. 

“She’s still in Anatae though.” She said and this time he felt his whole body shake with relief, but he still refused to let itall out.

“Good for her.” 

“That’s anawfully impersonal way to refer to your current mate.” 

His wings itched when she started talking, and were fully displayed when she finished saying that word and it left him retching for air while the appendages fluttered wildly filling the room with feathers.

 “Are you really ‘making amends’ or just a convenient excuse to meet with her?” She said, mockery obvious in her voice, Azazel was torn in between denying her claims and ask how did she got such ideas. “I bet you had a pleasant surprise visiting Bacchus.”

“…Where is she then?”…Stupid, stupid lowly body of his, performing such a shameful betrayal, it still wasn’t as bad as the cold judging eyes she regarded him with. 

“Tch… Find her yourself.” She said and started to use the broom or his feathers, making clear her intent to ignore him. 

When Nina opened her door that morning she expected to find the landlady complaining about paying her rent or maybe a compensationfor breaking the cabinet door past week.

Azazel did nothing except walk away and slammed the door as hard as he could.

----

She did not expect to find Azazel standing at the other side.

And of course she allowed way too much time to pass in between deciding what to say, or if she should just slam the door on his face because she noticed that his hand was resting against the hinges.

Unless she wanted to pay for property damage too, she was stuck with him.

“You…” he started and Nina could only imagine that his mind was going through a bunch of accusations against her and braced herself against them. “…said you wanted this.” He said instead.

The accusation was still there, but seeing his hand turned into a fist and his pursed lips made her wonder how much was he holding right now.

“I did…” But it was now clear that what exactly she wanted was a little different from what he expected. “But afterwards I felt…”

‘Doubts’  She kept that word for herself and instead considered if to closethe door for them to talk in the hallway or inside the room, but she discarded the this one in a second: both of them in any enclosed space was a big no; but on the other hand other tenants and even the people of the tavern downstairs were listening now, some of them even pretending to chat near them or drink empty glasses.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He spat out and he punched the doorframe slightly making it tremble a bit and she was about yell him about it when she looked at his eyes it brought memories.

Namely the way his body had brought her to howling release more than once.

“Can we please not do this here?” She said in a whisper and averting her eyes from his, noticing how the cracking sound ofthe wood under his grip had resonated all over thr place and people were shamelessly staring at them now.

“Fine,” He said and the weight of his stare was off her body, but before she could feel anyrelief he spoke again:

“What are you doing here?” He asked without turning or standing up from his position, he would not acknowlodge her more than necessary.

“Good riddance.” 

----

“I got scared.”

Hearing those words, he almost did turn except that she beat him to the punch and sat next to him instead.

“…Because I’ve never done those things before and I didn’t know what to do.” She said and from the corner of his eye he couldn’thelp but notice her pink tresses.

So he had been right and she had been thrown out of her depth, still…

“You didn’t act as if you were scared when you were with me.” Rather she seemed to enjoy his attentions at its fullest; her heated skin, the desperate noises she made and kisses on his body were forever burned on his memory.

“After… I felt…” She continued and trailed off and he had to grip the stone under his hand to not pry an answer off her by force; it had never done any good when coming to her. “Sorry I lied… It wasn’t anything you did.” 

This time he did turn to face her and the way she was deep in thought caught him off guard, what was she talking about?

“…You said…” She said and her face was becoming very red again.

‘Say you’re mine…’

“Don’t.” He interupted her and he felt like craddling his face on his hands, or punching himself in the gut, either one worked. “I was just caught up in the moment.” 

It grated him to make himself look so… unhinged, but it was better than portraying himself as a poor little sap uncapable of handling an encounter between two consenting parties without any civility.

So, he lied.

“I’m sorry, I… used you, I wanted to feel better about… you know.” She started and she scooted closer to him, her pinky barely brushed against his hand. “…I wanted fun, a distraction and…” 

He had to breath through his nose the bitterness and anger, even after death he was still screwing things up for him.

“And I was there, I offered it myself, so no need to wallow on self-pity over trivial matters.” He said waving his hand, waning to put space between them. 

“If you knew… why did you allow it?” She asked and this time she placed her hand on his thigh and closed in even more the little idiot.

“I was bored, and had not gotten any for some time now.” He forced an arrogant smile and she puffed her cheeks in response, he had to quench down the urge to squish her face and kiss her senseless.

But he would never indulge in those feelings again.

“Tonight, if you want to… I think I’m over my fear-mmhp” He crashed his mouth against her before the she finished talking and helped her put her arms and legs around him, her weight sagging against his body.

“Someone’s gonna see…” She said weakly between breaths when he started to work on her belts.

“The drunkard and the duck passed out, Rita is doing rounds.” He said hurrying to take off the unnecessary garments.

‘Just a little indulgence.’  he said in his mind for each kiss, nip or lapof hers.

Just one… He was always such a great liar.