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street-smarts00 · 1 month ago

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Santa Doesn't Know You Like I Do

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Your first Christmas with Spencer and you get his name for secret Santa.

WC: 1.8k

Tags: Fluff, Secret Santa, friends to lovers, one use of Y/N I think A/N: Sorry I went MIA :( I got busy with school. I hope to push out many ideas while I’m on break tho. Here’s something cheesy and festive for the holiday season I hope you enjoy! (not beta read don't kill me)

Nothing was right. Nothing you found was the right present.

This was your first secret Santa with the BAU and you picked Spencer's name out of penelope’s mug. At first you thought it would be easy to buy a present for him because you knew him so well. In almost a year of being with the BAU you grew the closest with Spencer.

What you didn’t expect was your present ideas to not live up to your own expectations. Nothing you came up with could live up to your own standards. Of course your “slight” feelings for him definitely affected this, but you tried to tell yourself that wasn’t true.

You ran through dozens of ideas. Clothing, a new scarf, tickets for a play, special edition of a book he loved. But nothing felt like the right present.

You almost gave up in your search for the perfect present for him. The gift exchange was in less than a week and you still had nothing. Sitting at your desk in the bullpen you considered settling with one of your first ideas.

While getting up to refill your coffee mug you noticed Spencer’s attention was focused on his computer. He sat there deep in thought with his brows furrowed and lips in a fine line. When you walked by his desk you saw he was playing an online chess game.

“Working hard or hardly working?” you joked.

He popped out of his focus from your presence. “I finished my files a little early,” he responded bashfully.

“Are you at least winning?”

He smirked, “I’ve won four times. But that’s not even the fun part. The fun is doing different plays every time and seeing what the computer comes up with as the best response.”

That’s when it hit you. An idea for Spencer’s gift.

Finally something that felt like a good gift for him. At the end of the day you rushed out of work to go to the craft store and get your supplies. You worked on the gift everyday after work.

Soon the weekend rolled around and you found yourself at Rossi’s. His living room had the biggest Christmas tree you’d ever seen. Everyone’s gifts sat there for the evening. After dinner you all sat down to exchange gifts.

“I want to go first!” Garcia exclaimed. She jumped up from the couch and hurried to the tree to grab her gift for JJ.

JJ excitedly opened the gift bag to find a small black and grey purse with a colorful crochet keychain. The idea that Garcia also handmade part of her gift gave you a sense of relief.

“Oh this is so pretty. Thank you so much,” she beamed, admiring the bag and twirling the keychain. Garcia squealed in happiness before JJ offered a hug to her.

JJ then handed over her gift to Rossi, a bottle of scotch. He smiled and thanked her for the bottle saying how his collection needed a new addition.

He stood up and brought his hands together looking at the tree. “My turn.” He grabbed a thin box wrapped in silver sparkly wrapping paper and walked over to you.

“For you, my dear,” he handed you the box.

Your eyes widened and lips perked up at the gift. It may be a little silly but, part of you wished that you were Spencer’s secret santa. You reminded yourself that the possibility of you both picking each other's names was unlikely. The possibility of some things being the same between the two of you was … unlikely.

You ripped back the paper to reveal a large eyeshadow pallet. Upon opening it, you saw an array of beautiful shades you couldn’t wait to try out.

“Rossi, this is so sweet. I love it,” You thanked with a bright smile.

Now it was your turn. Everyone’s eyes only made the moment more stressful. You got up and grabbed the box with a nervous hand. What if he didn’t like it? What if he thought it was too cheesy or corny? What if he thought it was useless as he already owned two of them?

You tried to quiet your thoughts as you handed him the box, but they had no intention of leaving.

“Merry Christmas Spence,” you said softly.

When you turned and walked back to your seat you neglected to see the rising blush on his face.

Spencer glanced down at the white and red striped paper. He carefully peeled it off and opened the lid to reveal a chess set nestled in between red tissue paper. The board spaces were off-white and royal purple with corresponding chess pieces the same colors. When he picked up the wooden pieces and saw small leaves and flowers painted on them. The King and Queen specifically had crowns in a shimmering gold.

“Wow look at that,” Emily admired.

Upon further inspection he noticed the small human imperfections in the details. The way not one leaf or flower looked exactly the same. Or how the clear coating over the paint was slightly streaky in some spots.

“Did you paint this?” He asked.

You nodded your head and answered , “Yeah I did.”

A faint “awe” could be heard across the room from Garcia.

“Y/N,” Spencer started, his voice full of admiration. “This is … beautiful.”

The butterflies in your stomach were getting restless.

“Really?” you asked, not able to hide the smile spreading on your face.

“Yes! It’s Perfect,” his eyes sparkled at you. “I love it. Nobody’s ever given me something like this.” He beamed at you with a smile that made you love sick.

The realization that you both were not alone set in and Spencer cleared his throat before closing the box. The gift exchange continued as Spencer handed over a present to Morgan.

The rest of the night was filled with catching glances and far away looks between you and Spencer. He seemed to feel more relaxed in a way after receiving your gift. Not that he was acting any differently. He just seemed more open. With the group and with you.

You lived off that feeling the whole evening. The idea that you made him happy. You helped him see he was appreciated and loved.

Not that he had to know you loved him.

He didn’t know that. Right?

As the hands on the clock passed you announced your departure and said your goodbyes. You stepped outside and felt a chill against your skin.

You held tight onto your keys as you walked to your car. The snow had just started to fall. Occasional little flurries fell down from the sky.

“Wait!” Someone yelled from behind.

You turned to find Spencer trying his best to run but not slip on the icy parts of the driveway. When he got closer you noticed his cheeks and the tip of his nose were pink. Probably from the cold weather you thought.

“I wanted to formally say thank you for the chess set,” he explained.

“You’re welcome,” you replied with a smile. You stuffed your hands in your pockets away from the cold. “I’m glad you like it. I was worried you’d find it cheesy.”

He looked confused. “Why would I find it cheesy?”

You shrugged, “because I hand painted it.”

“But that’s what makes it perfect,” he reassured. His voice is sincere and soft. “It’s personal and shows you care.”

His eyes widened. “Oh um-“

He suddenly remembered why he rushed outside and scrambled for something in his jacket pocket. It was a small cube shaped box wrapped in paper covered in snowflakes. Quite fitting for the weather.

“I know I technically wasn’t your secret Santa but I still wanted to get you something.”

You took the gift from him with a slack jaw. “Spence-“

“This isn’t because you were my secret Santa. I still wanted to get you a gift regardless,” he reassured.

“I- Thank you,” you started unwrapping the gift.

“It’s not homemade like yours but I hope you still like it.”

”It doesn’t have to be homemade for me to-“ the wind was stolen out of your lungs.

The gift was a small gold and white music box you immediately recognized. You opened the lid to reveal a ballerina in a pink tutu spinning as Sleeping Beauty Waltz played. Your heart ached as you admired the tiny dancer.

”Is this the music box from that antique shop in Seattle?”

While on a case in Seattle, you and Spencer went to an antique shop to ask the owner about evidence found at the crime scene that was purchased there. You fell in love with a beautiful music box in one of the aisles.

“It is. I saw how you looked at it in the store and in the car you said it reminded you of when you used to do ballet. So before we left Seattle I went back to the store to get it for you. I thought it would make a great Christmas present.”

“But, that was three months ago.”

He sheepishly smiled and his cheeks only got more red. “Yeah, I had to keep it a secret for a while.”

Your heart rate started to pick up as the butterflies returned. “I can't believe you went back and bought this for me,” you muttered in disbelief.

“Of course I would. You mean a lot to me and I knew this was something that would make you happy.”

You admired the music box before carefully placing it in your purse. “Thank you so much. I love it.”

His smile grew and reached his eyes. His eyes looked beautiful in this lighting. The Christmas lights from the house made them look practically golden. Even in the freezing cold you could melt from his eyes.

He shifted his weight and licked his lips. He seemed wrapped around the words in his head. “I also wanted to ask if maybe you’d want to go see The Nutcracker with me.”

Your heart damn near stopped.

“It’s playing at the theater downtown. I was thinking if we don’t get a case then we could go see the show on Friday. Maybe, if you want to, that is,” he rambled in nervousness.

“I’d love to,” you beamed.

His face brightened at your eagerness, but his nerves were still present. “But not as friends. As a date?”

You chuckled, “Yes Spencer, I would love to go on a date with you. I think the nutcracker is a perfect first date.”

“Great,” he said with relief. “And maybe afterwards we might have time for a game of chess with my new board.”

God he was cute.

“That sounds great.”

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retiredteabag · 3 months ago

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Wishful Thinking

arranged marriage with Nanami… a continuation

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - next part

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The silence that permeates the car you were shuffled into with your husband is suffocating.

Your life partner had let go of your hand the moment he had reached to buckle you into your seat. You strain your fingers now, hoping the sweat on your palms hadn't been noticeable.

A driver from your clan's estate had been tasked with dropping you and your husband off at your newly arranged space. You knew this man, the man who was seated directly to your left, was not affiliated with any clan, this meant you had no idea where you were headed.

Several shipments of your belongings had been retrieved over the weeks since the higher-up's declaration of marriage for you had been in place. A steady and simple move-in awaited you. Something you weren't particularly happy about.

You thought through a list of things to occupy yourself with instead of awkwardly standing in this stranger mans presence.

As curious as you were about your future arrangements, you truly could not ignore the silence in this vehicle much longer. Had you married any of the expected bachelors, you were sure your ear would be talked off at this point, yet, you did not even know this mans name.

You took in a deep breath, preparing to speak, the blonde fellow, (your literal husband) turned to meet your eyes, likely having expected you to say something. His eyes shock you, and you turn away once more to stare out the window.

You strain your hand into a fist and work up the courage. Turning with an inhale once more, you force out words before you can change your mind, "Terribly sorry..." You start, looking him in the eyes, "Could you remind me of your name?"

You had never been given it to begin with. Perhaps the officiant at your wedding had recited it in his speech, but you had been a little distracted at the time.

"I'm sorry?" He strains his neck in your direction, eyebrows raised.

"Your name? Sorry... I think I ought to know it, right?"

"You don't know my name?" His head shakes a little as he speaks, incredulous.

You hesitate, "...No? I wasn't paying the most attention for it during the ceremony..." You mumble the last bit, waiting for him to cut you off, but he just stares at you.

"I'm sorry-" His hand hovers mid-air, "You weren't given my name?"

Oh no, you've offended him.

"Oh! It's not like that! My family is....very fond of you! And the higher-ups speak very well of you as well! I...well...I erm..." How do you fix this? Stroke his ego?

His hand is firmly on his forehead now. "That is not what I meant. I'm asking you - you were not informed of my name? Who I am? Were you even aware you were to be wed?"

You fumble a bit with the skirt of your dress, "Of course! Yes, I just... well, I didn't know who, but the marriage bit was no surprise."

"But the rest, that is all true? You had no idea you would be marrying me?" He looks frustrated, to say the least. You had no idea this would come as shocking news, someone should have informed you.

He is peeking at you through his hand, "Well...no, but-" He cuts you off now, but he seems to not be speaking to you.

"No wonder you looked so ill up there..."

Okay ouch.

"When did you agree to this marriage? Was this simply... decided for you?

You weren't sure what to say. Had this not been decided for him as well? Speaking frankly, you were not entirely sure of why he had been chosen as your partner, he had no duty to his name. Even so, he looked repulsed at the realization, eyes shot wide.

"Well... it was-" Were you supposed to be talking about this? Should you say this to your husband? "Umm... Well, I'm sure you know the higher-ups are involved with the clans..."

He shifted in his seat to face you fully now, "You...were forced?" He almost looks frighted at the concept. You want to laugh.

Of course, you were. How else did he think marriage worked?

Despite your thoughts, all you said was, "No, it was a mutual understanding that I would be married."

"Yet you know nothing about me." He looks forward at the road.

Was that what this was about? "I'm a quick learner, if you're concerned about that."

He sighs and smacks a hand to his face again. "No...No that is not what concerns me."

You have a litany of responses ranging from, 'I see...' to 'what does concern you then?' but you say none of them. You just sit forward and stare at your palms.

Oddly enough, it does not take long for the silence to be broken once more.

"Nanami." He says.

"I'm sorry?" You hadn't expected him to speak, eyes wide, you turn to him again.

"Nanami Kento. That's-" He sighs, as if it's a real chore to introduce himself, "my name is Nanami Kento."

You look to one another for a moment before you quickly break the connection, gazing out your window, deigning to not look again until you arrived.

"Mmm...thank you." You finally say.

Although you knew the house was not terribly far from your family estate, it felt like hours had passed before you allowed yourself to move once more.

Mr. Nanami had climbed from his seat once the car had halted.

Eager to be away from me it seems.

Only, he had seemed surprised as you climbed from your door as well, having walked around to greet you.

"Allow me," He had said, reaching for the small train case in the back of the car, it had been filled with small wedding gifts and your husband insisted on carrying it for you.

I wonder how long he will keep up this act. You found yourself thinking. Your new residence was sizable. Nice, in an uncomfortably clean way. Perhaps that is how your husband liked it.

As you stepped over the threshold, moving out of "the man of the house's" way. You took it in.

This place must have been chosen by the higher-ups. Your father would not have bought you a home, nor did you expect a man without clan connections to have been able to purchase such a plot of land.

It was only mid-afternoon. Yet your life was impossibly different than it had been only a few hours prior. You had expected the driver to stay and discuss the honeymoon with the two of you but it seemed he had not been instructed with that information.

As many frightening realizations occurred to you, you were able to resign yourself to acceptance, putting aside the...bedding...situation... the concern that stuck with you was dinner plans.

Were you expected to have that prepared? You didn't know what he preferred though....

Thoughts of your...marital duties swam in your head while Nanami was making his way towards the living room.

"Of course," He was saying, "You're free to use whatever you like, these things are as much yours as they are mine..." He had rounded through the sitting area and around the kitchen into the master bedroom, never once turning to look at you.

It was clear that people had come to prepare the area for you two. On his bedside table, you see a comfortable pair of plaid pajama pants and a loose grey shirt. You had not been presented with such. No, on the bed, strewn out for the both of you to see was a... sordid... set of black lacy lingerie.

You stood in silence. A resigned look on your face. Your husband on the other hand, had coughed, spun around, and fully walked from the room in moments.

What was he doing? Was he sickened by you? Did he expect you to appreciate his apprehension? If you were being honest, you would like for him to get this act over with as quickly as possible.

Looking at your marital bed, you were once again reminded of your mother's sobs only this morning. You looked down at the gown that clung to your waist. You had felt pretty today, despite the occasion. You knew you would not feel beautiful in that raunchy piece of string.

How long do I have? You wondered.

Finally moving yourself, you come before the undergarments, sit next to them, and run your hand along the bed's silky duvet.

You sat in silence for longer than you expected to be given. You finally reached your hand up your spine. Unzipping the dress, unbuttoning the clasp at your neck.

You slid it off your body. Walking around the room near-nude to lay the dress along the ladder of a bookcase. It was nice, actually. Maybe you wouldn't mind it here.

You did not rush to dress in the sexy, frilly, underthings. You might not have been perfectly comfortable in your body, but that didn't matter. Not when you had knowledge of the intentions behind your wedding for years.

It was a bit of a challenge to get it on. You weren't sure how to get your arms through at first, and then you swapped them around when you couldn't figure out the neck bit.

What did it matter, it would be coming off anyway.

After dressing, you sat in the same spot on the bed for a while, staring at your hands. You wondered if he was expecting to eat first. Seeing as he had left you alone, however, you figured he would return eventually.

It was cold like this, you hopped he would hurry.

Just as you were beginning to consider moving to look at the bookcase, (panty clad and all) your spine snapped into place when you heard him calling for you. When had you given him your name? You weren't sure.

He was speaking loudly so you might hear through the wall, but not in a frustrated manner, "The kitchen staff is arranging something for us to eat-" He had slowly began to open the door, when his eyes landed on you. Not a moment passed before he dropped whatever he had in his hands. It loudly clattered to the floor and he slammed the door shut. The noise echoed in the room.

"What-??!" He stuttered, "What are you doing?!!"

Your mouth opened and closed repeatedly like a fish. What were you doing? What did he mean? And how exactly do you respond?

"I... uhh-" You looked down at yourself in the ridiculous lace.

You had not been trained in much regarding sex, having been told that the man you would marry would be well aware of how to educate you when it came to your actions. Suddenly self-conscious, you wondered if you had done something wrong.

Nanami calls your name from outside your new bedroom, then repeats it. Firm and unmoving. "What-are-you-doing?"

Your hands flounce around. Stuttering for a response, "I- I don't know!?" You finally force out, the tone coming off a little too questioning for an answer.

After a moment there is a dull *bonk* against the door. You hear no response for a long while. The room is so silent, you can hear your heart pounding. It was so painfully uncomfortable, you reached a hand to your chest to try and calm it. Finally, he clears his throat and calls out to you from behind the door again.

He speaks your name gently, as if calling to a child, "I'm going to come in now, okay?"

You sit upon the bed once more, back straight. "Alright." You nod to yourself.

Unsure of what to expect, you watch the door handle tilt to allow for your husbands entry, but your eyes narrow as he shifts into the room, avoiding your gaze - in fact - avoiding your presence completely.

His arm is shaking off his nicely tailored suit jacket. Still turned to look at the closet, he comes before you, jacket in hand, and reaches out for your shoulders. You almost want to shrink back from this odd behavior but remain still as he wraps you up in his clothing.

After a few awkward seconds, he turns to look at you. "What are you doing?" He repeats, low and calm.

You raise your brows, "What... are you doing?" You reach up to feel the jacket covering your collar and torso, instantly, he drops his hands from your shoulders.

He shakes his head, a hand tugging at his loose blond hair. "I don't... understand." He is no longer looking in your vicinity. His voice shakes and all the air leaves his lungs.

"I'm sorry." You wrap yourself tighter in his jacket, shifting to stare at him, "Was this not... expected?" His apprehension certainly came as a surprise to you.

Suddenly he's back, fully facing you, "Expected?" He raises his brows, "What is this? You're... what? Doing what is expected of you?". Despite the severity of the moment, it is now that you recognize how expressive his features are. His neck, up to his cheeks, up to even his ears are a warm pink. It wouldn't be improbable to assume his chest is a rosy shade right about now as well.

You decide to push the boundary, share your frustration. Why is he upset? If he does not want you, he should just say. It's not as if you desire him in that way. This has been an incredibly stressful and tense day, at least he knew who you were before all of this, you did not have that liberty. If anything, you should be upset with him!

"Is it not?" You speak up, "Forgive me, but I was under the impression that...this" You pull your arm out from under his jacket to motion between you two, "was how this worked."

He makes a face. Revolted.

"You are- we-" He cuts himself off, waving his hands before himself, then covers his face, "no." He gets out, "This is not how this works."

"Well." Now you're flushing, embarrassed. You straighten yourself, balling his suit jacket in your firsts. "What... would you like for me to do? I told you in the car that I learn quickly, if thats-"

"Stop." He spits out, voice suddenly higher than before, "Just...stop."

You swallow. What does he want from you? "Okay." You whisper.

He calls for you gently, and motions for you to stand. He turns away from the bathroom now and shifts in the other direction, looking at your wedding gown strewn across the bookcase ladder. He purses his lips. "Please.... dress yourself." He swallows, motions towards the wardrobes along the wall. "Something comfortable in there. I was... going to ask your preferences, for a meal-for dinner. Let me-"

He clears his throat, moving away now toward the bedroom door, he drops to the floor and picks up what must be his phone, having been dropped earlier, he rubs the screen on his pant leg. "What would you like?"

You stare at him, straight-faced. "Anything you like." You're not a picky eater.

He sighs, looking up at the ceiling, "No. What do you like to eat?

You shrug, "Anything. I don't mind." You shake your head at him and he just looks you up and down. The stupidly large jacket comes mid-thigh.

He takes a deep breath. Then exhales dramatically. Nods. And he's gone. This time, when closing the door, he makes an effort to do so gently.

You had found a soft cotton pajama set in one of the dresser drawers. Having long since removed your previous attire, you wonder what your husband is thinking of as he silently serves two plates of Chinese food.

You wonder what your father would say if he saw Mr. Nanami serving up dinner for his wife as you sat on the living room couch.

You're taken from your thoughts as Nanami places a large wooden tray on the couch, he places the food on it.

It seems you will very much be eating together.

"I hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you don't." He murmurs, seating himself near you in the dimly lit room.

In no world would you complain about the food your husband served you. Even if you disposed it, luckily, you liked Chinese cuisine. Before you can even get out a word of appreciation he is speaking again, "I think we should talk."

You sit up straight. "Alright."

He motions for you to eat, "Feel free. I think we ought to have an open discussion."

You grab your utensils but don't reach for anything until after he takes a bite. Awaiting his words.

"Well... I believe we ought to be on the same page about this. I had been under the impression that we were... but as I can see, that is not the case." He stares at you intently.

He is not speaking down to you, but rather, making space for an open conversation. You set down your chopsticks, and await further explanation.

"I suppose I should know what exactly the higher-ups asked of you."

You raise your brows, "Sorry?"

An apology has become a common synonym for many of your reactions.

"Earlier, you asked me for my name. And just then-" He flushes a little, motioning to the bedroom, "well- you mentioned expectations and I feel I ought to ask you what is is that has been requested of you."

Is this man daft? Is he playing with you?

Before you respond, you test the waters, "What did the higher-ups demand of you?"

The man sighs.

"I am terribly sorry," he calls your name again like its easy, a habit that makes your stomach flip, "It seems that people have not been honest with you, you deserve an explanation. I just expected you to be aware of this before our union."

He pauses for a moment, his eyes watch you and the chopsticks laying on the wooden tray.

Ah.

You reach to take a bite. It's good, and oddly puts the man before you at ease.

"Before this, I was intending to leave sorcery."

He states it as if it is nothing. Your eyes bug out and he pauses, allowing for you to ensure you heard correctly.

"The higher-ups have a large amount of sway in Tokyo, I'm not sure about Kyoto, but they were not fond of this plan."

I can't imagine why that would be. You thought as you recalled the moment you had first seen this Nanami Kento.

It had been an annual meeting between the Kyoto and Tokyo branches. You had heard him refer to sorcery as "a pain". Had he been considering retirement even then?

You simply nod, listening quietly. "It was their intention to find me...a wife." He huffs, "Maintaining a life in sorcery was highly important to them."

Oh, you see. Perhaps he wasn't so different from you after all.

The higher-ups have only had one expectation for you, even since showing promise in the world of sorcery, even after moving up the ranks at Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College. Your job was plain and simple.

To have babies.

Sorcerer babies.

Had they been so afraid of losing one sorcerer to the regular world that he was cornered into loveless marriage? All to keep him from departure? Was that why Gakuganji had been so immediate with his instatement of your husband?

"I see..." You nod once more.

"I would like to know your experience as well. What was it that they asked of you?" He had both hands laid flat on the makeshift table between the pair of you.

You consider what to say. "I...have known-" you try again, "My duty has been laid out for some time now." You tilt your head, he's squinting at you.

"Please. Just tell me. They... forced you - to - to do that?" He points his head in the direction of your room once more.

Now you're confused. You want to speak in a way that doesn't insult his intelligence but he's making is difficult for you. "Did you not... marry me for children?"

He chokes.

Coughing to clear his throat, he wipes his mouth. "That is not- eugh-" he tries again, "They cannot ask that of you. I will not do anything that you are not explicitly requesting of me." He pauses effecting a moment of silence before, "Do you understand?"

But you don't. "Mr. Nanami, are you... not expected to produce children? Is that not why you were chosen to be in this situation?"

He responds quickly and with precision, "I did not marry you for what you could give me. No."

You can't hold in your confused laugh, "Then...why?"

"Was it not the easiest for the both of us?" He smirks at you, his shoulders have eased only slightly after hearing your laugh, "I was informed that your other options were not the most savory."

"You knew you would be marrying me?" You ask, ignoring his reference to your suitors and flummoxed by how easy it is to speak comfortably with a man you had been so recently adverse to.

"Yes. I... cannot believe you were not provided the same..." He pauses, "I was under the impression that this was a mutual decision..."

"Oh." It's all you can say.

Nanami takes in a deep breath from across the couch cushions. "I'm sorry." And you really believe that he means it. "I would not have agreed if I knew." He forms a flat line with his lips.

"I think you're right, though..." He looks at you, addled, so you continue, “This was the easiest choice. I think so too." You're unsure of how else to conclude.

Your wedding dinner had not been what you would have expected and the night, unlike anything you could have predicted.

Nanami Kento, no matter how you denied and tried to shuffle from the bedroom, had sworn himself to a guestroom after collecting the night clothes laid out for him on the bedside table.

He had gently grabbed your shoulders, maneuvering you towards the bed and away from the exit. Pleading with you to remain in the master bedroom. Claiming that he had intended to sleep in a separate bedroom since the beginning.

Though you pulled at his arms to try and swap your standing, telling him adamantly to take the bigger of the bed options, he simply drew close to you, shifted farther from the door and blocked your sights. He lead you softly to the bed, and when you attempted to side step him and make your way to the guestroom, he took one arm, catching you by the waist, and swiftly lifted you from the floor.

"Please. Do not ask me again. Sleep here, alright? All of your things are here. I will be very comfortable in the guestroom."

And before you could get out any complaint, he had you placed upon the duvet. His hands were off you in an instant, but he remained looking in your direction as he backed to the door you had been fighting over.

"Do sleep well." His long strides had brought him to the rooms entrance with no delay, you were still caught up with the fact that he had lifted you like a sack of potatoes, with one arm no less. "We will likely have to arrange the...trip tomorrow."

The honeymoon, that's right.

He said it in a way that sounded like, 'just to warn you' or 'you should know'. But all you could reply with was, "Right."

"Right." He echo's, turning to walk through the door, and looks to you once more. "Sleep well." And there's your name again, leaving his lips as though you are long time friends.

"You too."

But the door has been silently shut.

His touch lingers on your waist from where he had lifted you. Not in the way your fathers hand would linger after he drug you to and from meetings, not the way his fingers would remain painfully on your neck after he would steer you into conference rooms. But rather, in an almost ticklish way.

You shiver.

And run your hands over your new duvet.

When you had made up your childhood bed and left this morning, you had listened to your mothers cries, sure that last night would be the last time you would have the peace of your own bed. Your heart swelled with the knowledge that you had been wrong.

Your fingers traced the stitching on the comforter. Swung your legs from the mattress, and almost-almost grinned.

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cinnamorollcrybaby · 3 months ago

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The Reader gets jealous/upset because Sukuna gets Concubines, with a happy ending though. pleaseeeee

Wish I didn’t care

Tags: true form!Sukuna x fem!Reader, king!Sukuna, royal au (?), angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending i promise

An: Ooo, this was such a good idea. Thank you for requesting it from me!! I hope it’s everything you wanted!!

Sukuna never felt the need to give you a title for being in his life. To him, titles were superficial… There wasn’t a title in the world that could explain or encompass the complexities of his relationship with you.

However, you, coming from the mortal realm, wanted a title. It’s not that you wanted the power that was associated with being the betrothed of the King of Curses. You just wanted to feel.. irreplaceable to him.

So, to make you happy, you were his wife.

Kings rarely ever are allowed the luxury of marrying for love. Most kings marry daughters of other powerful kings to create allies between nations. However, Sukuna didn’t need allies. He didn’t need to marry for power when he had more power than he knew what to even do with.

Everything was simply child’s play for him. He even stopped trying to conquer the mortal realm because it was just too damn easy for him. The “sorcerers” could barely even put up a fight. It was embarrassing.

Life was truly becoming boring for him.

That was, until a female curse was delivered straight to his chamber. He was confused and honestly pissed that Uraume would simply guide this harlot into his chambers without his permission. Only you were granted such luxuries.

He was leisurely splayed in his bed with no cloth to cover himself. He truly appreciated the concept of being completely in his own skin at all times, and he often encouraged you to do the same. Though, he also learned to appreciate your more modest approach. You didn’t have to show any skin to get Sukuna riled up.

“State your purpose.” His voice was low and menacing as he spoke to the woman. He slipped his robes on over his shoulders, tying it in the front so he was no longer exposing himself.

“My father sends his regards. Says that a newly wedded king deserves a ‘fresh’ concubine.” The girl spoke with no humility towards him.

Sukuna’s face twisted in disgust that her dad would even suggest such a thing. He was even more put off that she described herself as ‘fresh’ as if she were a type of vegetable in the garden.

“Your father can kindly go fuck himself. I’m not interested.” He responds coldly, and his large palm grabs onto her shoulder with the intention of throwing her out of his chambers. He knew that if you saw her here, you’d probably be devastated.

“My lord-“

“I am not your anything. You address me as Lord or King, but make no mistake. I am not your lord.” He rudely cuts her off, not letting her think she has any sort of claim to him.

“Okay, Lord Sukuna, when’s the last time she’s fulfilled her wifely duties? I can see she’s not in here tending to you now, right? She’d probably feel grateful that you’re being satisfied around the clock.” The concubine’s voice was like a purr, and she looked up at him with eyes that’d rival a siren’s.

And for a split second, Sukuna almost considers her offer.

“You’ll never believe it, Kuna!” Your happy voice fills the air, and the door swings open to reveal you holding a small flower in your hand. “I got a jasmine to bl-“ Your eyes fall upon to scene in front of you.

Sukuna’s towering over an unfamiliar woman. His hand is touching her neck and shoulder area, while she has her hand leisurely pressed against his bicep.

“Who’s.. this?” You quietly ask, and immediately, Sukuna can feel a strange feeling pour into him. It feels like… guilt? He regrets even momentarily entertaining the idea about this harlot occupying his bed.

“Nobody-“

“Oh my lady, it’s nice to meet you. I apologize. Lord Sukuna and I were just getting aquatinted with each other since we’ll be seeing each other a lot from now on.” The serpent of a female cuts him off, and he immediately realizes just what this is. Whichever king decided to send her is hoping to ruin his marriage. She’s quite literally a snake in his garden, trying to ward his wife away from him.

“I don’t… understand.” The way your voice sounds so small. The small pout upon your lips. The way the flower you were once carrying with such confidence is now sagging in your hand. Fuck. Sukuna felt like a complete imbecile.

“Oh, come on now. You know he has needs that are beyond your abilities. I’ll lay with him when you’re too-“

“Enough.” Sukuna’s voice snaps. His teeth grit together as he practically drags the woman out of his chambers. “Go fuck off for a while. I’ll deal with you later.” The door immediately slams in her face.

After a moment of trying to comprehend what just happened and how it all happened so quickly, Sukuna slowly turns to you. It feels like a gut punch once he sees the tears brimming in your eyes.

“That wasn’t…”

“You took up a concubine?” You ask in a sniffle. Your hands are barely even holding the jasmine that’s you were once so excited to show him. Flowers rarely ever bloom in Sukuna’s desolate kingdom, but with hard work and determination, you had gotten a jasmine to bloom in his kingdom.

“No, she was sent to me. I didn’t seek her out.” He tries to dispel the claims while he slowly approaches you. His chest aches as he watches you take a step back away from him. “Do not cower from me, woman.”

“Was I not good enough? Was I not doing enough for you..? I thought… I thought it was good, b-but I can try harder.” Your voice is so shaky, and you won’t even look him in the eye. What has he done?

“Silence. You will not speak of yourself like that to me.” Sukuna orders, and he takes another step forward. You take another step back with another sniffle. Your tears are streaming down your cheeks.

“Please…” The word sounds foreign on his tongue. He’s never ever pleaded for anything in his life. He could simply take what he wants, but he doesn’t want to hurt his delicate flower. He wants her to seek out comfort in him. “Please don’t cower. It was not like that. She showed up at my door, spoke of lies and filth, and I was trying to throw her out when you walked in.”

“So you didn’t even con..consider taking her on as a concubine?” You ask while you rub the tears away with the back of your hands. Hopefully, this was all just a poorly timed miscommunication.

Sukuna takes a moment before responding. He has two options. He could tell you a white lie that would instantly comfort you, but it would be a lie. Or he could tell you the truth and face the consequences of his actions.

“It was one moment of weakness.” He replies carefully.

He instantly wishes he just lied from the way your face immediately twisted in disappointment and pure hurt. The jasmine falls from your hands, and your footsteps trail away from his chambers, leaving him dumbfounded.

Sukuna is immediately on your trail, unable to let you be. He needs to fix this. His dear wife is upset, and it’s all his fault.

A pair of hands slither up his arm as he walks. He already knows who’s touching him based off the nasty feeling from their contact. “My lord, let her be. She needs to-“

“Dismantle.” The concubine’s body drops to the floor in two, split directly at her waist. He had warned her already about referring to him as her lord. She didn’t deserve to speak of you so carelessly, and she didn’t deserve to live after causing this rift in his marriage.

Sukuna continues on his hunt for you without another hitch, leaving the harlot’s body right where she once stood for one of the servants to clean up.

He searches for you in all your usual spots: the gardens, the kitchen, the library, the rooftop. You’re no where to be found. You don’t want to be found. He starts to wonder around his perimeter. The longer he goes without finding you; the more his heart starts to race.

Did you leave him? Did he lose you for good?

The thought of not having his delicate flower by his side makes his body feel ill. You must’ve placed some sort of binding curse on him, but he didn’t necessarily mind.

He’s close to waging war when he finally sees your small human body tucked underneath a weeping willow on a bed of grass. His body moves on it’s own: running to you. When’s the last time he’s ran like this?

Crouching over you, he can see no visible injuries on your body, but he knows he’s wounded your heart with his foolish actions. How could he ever have a wandering eye when you were the real prize?

His four arms carefully scoop you up and cradle your body as he takes a seat underneath the willow. Your poor cheeks are flushed and tear stained. Your eyes and lips are so puffy. You must’ve tired yourself out from crying.

“I’m sorry, flower.” He whispers softly, even if your eyes are still resting. He pulls your body closer to his chest, and he contemplates when he started becoming so soft for you.

A part of him hates it. That small unconscious voice of his telling him that he shouldn’t concern himself with the feelings of a mere mortal, but the bigger part of him knows that he can’t just ignore you. He cares far too much for you.

“Kuna..?” You murmur as your hands rub your eyes. You’re immediately met with remembering just why you had fallen asleep. “I do not wish to see you right now.”

Sukuna chuckles quietly from your defiant little comment. It reminds him of when you first arrived to his estate. “Then close your eyes.” He simply states as one of his hands start to comb through your hair. “Woman, tell me what to do to fix this.”

You shift your gaze away from him with a small huff. If he wasn’t so much bigger than you, you’d try to wiggle away from him. However, you know it is of no use. “I don’t know, Kuna.” Your words are sharp and still so full of emotion. “Imagine how you’d feel if I told you I contemplated sleeping with someone else… in a moment of weakness.”

The sheer thought of it has Sukuna’s anger burning up like an inferno. You’re his delicate flower. No one would even know how to take care of you like he can. His arms subtly tighten around your frame. “I’d kill every man you gaze at.”

“Well, men can rest easy because I only have eyes for you.” You mutter while rolling your eyes. “I love you so much that the thought of being with someone else repulses me, and it… just really hurts that you don’t feel the same.”

“Flower, I took you for granted. It was a brief moment of contemplation, but I instantly decided against it. I did not desire her in the slightest.” Sukuna tries to explain, and his hand gently brushes against your soft cheek.

“You still don’t deny that you don’t feel the same for me.” You respond quietly, still not giving him the satisfaction of you looking at him.

“You are everything to me. I will not lose sight of what’s important again.”

“Kuna.” You finally look up at him, and you frown slightly. Sukuna secretly adores the little nicknames you have adorned him with, but he’d never admit it.

“What is it, woman?” He asks, titling his head to the side a bit to get a better look at your face. You’re so pretty in his lap like this.

“Do you love me?” You quietly ask, even if you can already hear his voice telling you ‘do not ask questions you don’t want answers to’… because even if he’s the incarnate of evil, Sukuna will not lie. Liars are weak cowards who can’t get jobs done by being upfront. Sukuna isn’t afraid of what the truth is.

Your husband contemplates your question for a moment. He thinks about how disgusting that wannabe concubine was. He thinks about how you preoccupy his mind majority of the time. He thinks about the weird mix of feelings he has felt today in your absence.

“What I feel for you… is probably the closest to love that I’ll ever get.” Sukuna responds, carefully choosing his words. “You, my flower, are the only thing that keeps me grounded to the mortal plains.”

You give him the best smile you can muster despite the disappointment that you feel since he won’t tell you that he loves you. You suppose you have no one to blame other than yourself. Sukuna told you when he married you not to get your hopes up for love, but you still can’t help but crave that sort of affection from him.

“I don’t like seeing you upset, flower.” He speaks tenderly as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. “If I could, I’d snap my fingers and assure you that I love you whole heartedly. It just not in my genetic code.”

“I know… I’m grateful for your effort at least.” You murmur as you wrap your arms around his neck.

His arms wrap around you, cradling you to his chest. He inhales deeply, savoring your sweet scent that he enjoys so much. “Am I forgiven, woman?”

“Mmm, no.” You smile cheekily in his embrace, and Sukuna chuckles heartily.

“Oh? Is someone going to use this blunder to her advantage?” When you nod in his shoulder, Sukuna lays back against the soft pillowy grass. “That’s my girl. Go on. Make me work for your forgiveness.”

On a completely unrelated note, Sukuna had that harlot’s body mailed back to her father as a ‘thank you’ for sending a whore to his kingdom.

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yandere-yearnings · 6 months ago

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I AM FUCKING SCREAMING, ASCENDING THROUGH THE ROOF,,, THE WALLS CAN NO LONGER CONTAIN ME

genie you absolute genius, you wonderful, precious, big-brained human, how do i thank you for this masterpiece😭💔 ALMOST 5K and it is actually the only thing i'm gonna read from now on ever (+ all your other stuff) i am so taken by this it's not funny, literally in love bc your writing style is everything and the CHARACTERISATIONNNNNNNNNN i couldn't have done better myself, i think you get him more than me actually bc you portray his instability so well, the fact that he notices things and decides not to comment, his little ✨️romantic✨️ heart and then the fucking aggression coming thru. i am not the same person i was before i read this😩💕

and the way you wrote darling in this is fucking stupendous, the co-dependency, the gaslighting and manipulation,, the fact that they know. and that attempt at manipulation on sun even tho he could see through it, THE MARRIAGE LINE TO PLAY INTO HIS DOMESTIC FANATASY DEJHFJDJK

THE WHOLE SUN'S LOVE BEING LIKE HONEY THING IN THE BEGINNING TOO I CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LOVED IT❗️❗️❗️❗️you somehow captured him perfectly in just the first line and paragraphs that i am in awe, genuinely. and the BANTER, casonova,, the lady killer line killed me bc it is just so fucking good i audibly gasped when reading it. THEN THE BODY COUNT BIT THAT CAME AFTER i am kissing your brain rn just so you know, the way you're able to back-and-forth in dialouge is so satisfying hhhh

and then you wrote the gore scene so wonderfully (that makes me sound unhinged but i really appreciate good horror scenes like that) i was sitting there hitched breath and all and ive never been so invested before in my life like,,

the fact that even despite the... less than ideal circumstances, you can tell that sun is still very much sun in his nuances is just so astounding. how he switches between shy and then detatched and overjoyed to fucking murderous, you did it all so well it has my jaw on the floor in the best way

i could genuinely talk abt it for years, and you can watch me come back to this every day bc the way you write has me in a positive chokehold. my commentary has nothing on the actual thing, i think everyone should read this rn bc the prose speaks for itself really❤️ genie, you don't know how happy this made me and i wanna thank you eternally for spending time on crafting this work of art🥺🩷 i'm gonna treasure it forever, i am literally smiling so hard rn, thank you so so so much, i love you😭💕

sweet little thing called love ♡

yandere x gn reader

almost 5k words of dar's ( @yandere-yearnings ) oc sun bc i'm in luv with him, ty for letting me write about him i hope u like this xox ♡ yeah he's evil and vile and twisted and sick and objectively horrible but he's my little meow meow so,, leave him alone ok he's innocent i swear no guys i swear pls... i can fix him [gunshots]

cw; violence to side character/s (blood and gore, carving skin, implied death) possessive thoughts and behaviours, severe jealousy, toxic relationship dynamics (dubcon, coercive relationship, darling is gaslighting themselves, 'mutual' manipulation) nobody's quite mentally stable in this one whoops!

sun’s love is like honey.

heavy and viscous and thick, the way it was never quite easy to swallow. saccharine, with how it always left a sickly sweet taste in your mouth. suffocating, above all, the way you’d overwhelmingly feel as if you’d been entrapped by the extent of his obsessive affections.

you knew that your boyfriend loved you with a ferocity you couldn’t quite fathom.

and so, it was because you knew him so well, that you could tell you’d fucked up when that lovely smile on his lips didn’t quite reach his eyes.

most of the time, your boyfriend was easy to understand. his flushed cheeks and shaky voice always gave him away.

you knew, after dating him for so long, that he loved when you quietly ran your hands through his hair, leaning over to press appreciative kisses to the darling constellation of beauty marks on his pretty face. you knew he loved those scattered faux rose petals that formed a haphazard path leading the way to a romantic, candlelit dinner date that ended with the two of you a breathless, tangled mess under the sheets.

in this moment, though, the man before you is unrecognisable.

“oh, baby.” those golden eyes are dull, as they trail over your face, lingering on your cheek where a faded lipstick mark remains. he hums in contemplation, beckoning you closer with a lithe finger, “come here.”

you hesitate before him, simply looking down at him stupidly.

he’s sitting on the picnic mat the two of you had set up earlier, and only a few minutes ago you’d been feeding him small pieces of sweet fruit, laughing at the juice that coated his lips, and ran down his chin. laughing even more, with how he’d started stuttering and trembling when you’d offered to lick up that mess for him.

but you’re not laughing anymore, and neither is he.

“darling,” sun drawls. “sit. the. fuck. down.”

and so you scramble to take off your shoes and quickly crawl onto the picnic mat where he sits, the wicker basket and the savoury snacks and sweet treats it boasted laying forgotten besides him. the warm food the two of you had prepared going cold, cold, cold.

“i’m… i’m sorry.”

you tell yourself sun won’t act out, not in a public park where people occasionally pass by your cute little setup; even if it is tucked away behind a few of the bigger willow trees, their drooping branches providing you with a thin curtain of privacy in which you are utterly at the mercy of the man before you.

“yes, you should be sorry,” he says softly, a hand reaching out to caress the side of your face. you lean into his palm, as he looks down at you. “are you going to tell me who that was, baby?”

he’s referring to the old friend you’d just encountered, after years of no contact once the two of you had naturally distanced following graduation—and yet you’d recognised each other straight away, even if her hair was dyed brightly pink now, and you were much more jittery than she’d known you to be all those years ago.

“we used to be close.” you reply, desperately hoping you can get through to him this time. you’ve been so good, surely you’ve made some progress. “i-i didn’t know she was gonna kiss me, but i’m sure it meant nothing! she’s always been… affectionate.”

the memory of the pink haired girl frowning for a second when you’d told her the obvious lie about not having a phone, despite obviously holding it behind your back. the way she didn’t notice you nervously glancing back towards the willow trees when she planted a chase kiss to your cheek, choosing not to comment on how your breath hitched when she did—

“she kissed you,” sun repeats, running his thumb over the light trace of a faint lipstick mark on your skin. “but you know what’s really funny, darling?” his wry voice is ironically devoid of any genuine humour, “she kissed you, and you let her. you just stood there when she put her dirty lips on you,” his eyes narrow, and you catch a glimpse of something crazed behind that feigned apathy. “and like some touch starved attention seeker, i’m sure you fucking loved when she kissed you.”

“sun!” your eyes widen at the accusation, and you will yourself to deny it even though it feels like your mouth’s been stuffed with cotton. you force yourself to say something, partly to appease him and partly to save yourself. “no—”

“you think i’m some fucking idiot, babe?” he pushes his thumb into your cheek, dragging it down with an unnecessary amount of force that smudges the stain, and leaves your face aching in the wake of his touch, the same way it does after your lips have been curled into fake smiles all day. “come on, spit it out. i’m dying to know.”

“sun, you need to—”

“you’re not going to tell me what i need to do, darling.” he says, and there’s something about the way he speaks that has you immediately stop trying to get through to him this way. “you leave that to me and just answer my questions, okay?”

you nod wordlessly, desperately.

“did you like how her lips felt on your skin?” sun runs a finger down your throat, slipping beneath the neckline of the pretty fabrics you were donned in. his touch is warm, and it has you unintentionally leaning into it, in favour of the cold breeze on your back.

“you like this mark she left on you more than all of mine?” the thumb on your face only digging deeper into your skin, the other painfully pressing into a pretty hickey that he’d put there with his swollen lips, only last night. you wince, both at the sheer hurt of the memory and his touch.

“did it get you excited, knowing i was watching?” he asks, voice dipping an octave lower, rougher around the edges. you tried to meet his eyes, but his gaze was on that fucking lipstick stain your friend had left behind; the mark of an unwelcome affection on what belonged to him.

“or did you wish i wasn’t watching,” he muses, eyes finally meeting yours, no remorse in those golden pools that stare at you, entirely unblinking. “so you could fuck her instead?”

your eyes widen, and he starts to look a little blurry with how your head feels like it’s spinning and splitting and—

“you know,” you’re about to speak, but he only moves the hand that has been creeping under your clothes so that a finger is firmly pressed against your lips. sun smiles, then, and you think that surely it’s because he can hear the pathetic sound of your heart going absolutely fucking haywire.

“i’ve got half a mind to carve this sweet little thing out your fucking skin,” he admits, “give me one good reason that i shouldn’t, darling.”

your boyfriend leans away at that, and despite the flooding sense of relief that overwhelms you, there’s also a nagging sense of disappointment that he isn’t touching you anymore.

“sun,” you breathe, and you wonder how the old you would react if they could see you now; how you bend and break to meet the whims of your pretty boyfriend. “i didn’t like that she kissed me. i—” a brief pause, as you turn your gaze to the soft gingham of the picnic blanket. “i begged her not to, but she did it anyways.”

a little white lie wouldn’t hurt you now, you decided, even though you knew you hadn’t told her anything, what truly mattered was convincing sun that you had.

“did you, now? because you looked overjoyed crawling back to me, baby.”

it was a shaky, placating smile you’d given him at best, but you know your boyfriend is far beyond reason now.

“i didn’t want to ruin our picnic!” you insist, and there’s no need to fake the tears that threaten to fall from your wide eyes. sun doesn’t even blink, and there’s no remorse in those golden eyes that stare at you, entirely unblinking. it’s too much. “i begged her! i promise i told her that i was with you and- and- and she even asked for my phone number and i didn’t give it to her!”

“obviously,” you don’t know what you expect, but it’s certainly more than what sun offers you. “i’ve let you keep that honeyed tongue of yours for a reason, darling. trust me, it would be much easier for me if you were without it.”

“she wouldn’t have kissed you if you couldn’t have talked back to her.” your boyfriend seems to be thinking something through, the way he hums in thought. “wouldn’t that be nice? could do all the talking for you.” the saccharine tone he uses is too sickly sweet for your liking, and it hurts—

you’ve become too reliant on sun’s validation in the time you’ve been together.

in some sick way, he’s become the primary source of light and warmth in your little life. so when he turns away, leaving you in the dark like he does now, you’ll say anything to get back into his good graces, dignity be damned; you hate nothing more than when your sun is upset with you—

—and you know him well enough to make sure that he doesn’t remain that way.

unfortunately for not only him, but also for you.

“but…” you start, in a small and shaky voice you know he can’t help but take pity on. “but i told her i was married. i said my husband wouldn’t like to be kept waiting. i didn’t want her to touch me!” you rub your eyes with the back of your hands, “i’m sorry, sun. i’m sorry, so please please please don’t be mad, i love you.”

of course, you’d said no such thing, too surprised to let out a single word in that moment, choosing to focus on the bright pink colour of her hair as opposed to the strange look she gave you when she realised just how much you’d changed.

none of that change had come by choice, of course, but it was there now, regardless.

there’s a tense moment of absolute silence between the two of you, save for the sound of your own shallow breathing, and then you feel that almost tangible tension begin to give way to something else entirely—something you’re not aware is just as dangerous, for both you and your pink haired friend.

you don’t even realise when warm hands pull you closer and into a familiar embrace, only instinctively curling closer. “oh, babe, come here.”

sun runs a hand through your hair as you cry, gently holding you to him like a lover does. the warmth you’d so desperately been craving before seeps through the cracks in his resolve, and you cling to him tighter, finding solace in this man you’ve tragically come to love, as he silently soothes you, despite being the sole cause of your misery.

“darling,” his voice is low when he speaks, except now the questions he asks are sweeter, compelled by the most primal part of him that yearns, above all, for an unconditional, picturesque love. “why did you tell her i was your husband?”

“because i wanna…” you pause for a mere moment, realising that there’s no turning back now from this point onwards. no point complaining now when you dug this hole for yourself, you suppose. “well…”

“becauseiwannamarryyouoneday.” the words come out all rushed, in one breath.

because i wanna marry you one day.

sun’s absolutely still for a second, and you think you’ve somehow fucked up, an apology dancing on the tip of your tongue—

—but you’re basking in those warm rays of absolute joy again, when he presses a flurry of happy little kisses to you, seemingly an entirely different man than the cold one who’d threatened to carve out your skin only moments ago.

“oh, baby! that’s so sweet!” he coos, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his lips featherlight as they pepper you in soft kisses that have you squirming in his arms, with how they tickle. “oh, i love you so so much!”

“i love you, too—”

“you wanna,” low murmurs between a flurry of never ending kisses, “marry me?” you nod against him, feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin, “sweet, darling baby.” he practically sings, face all flushed and pretty and pink as he breathes you in shamelessly, “gonna make you my little spouse.”

your hand comes up to roughly wipe away the now smudged lipstick stain on your cheek as your boyfriend continues to whisper sweet nothings against your skin.

sun pretends not to notice what you’re doing, and you think you’d call that mercy.

hours later, when you’ve shown sun just how sorry you are, and he’s accepted that apology of yours—

he might have let you keep that sweet tongue for more than one reason; you certainly know how to put it to good use.

—he’ll head out under the guise of some “work thing” as he so unceremoniously put it. not wanting to test your luck, you hadn’t pushed, only seeing him off at the door with an innocent kiss, and those big starry eyes you knew he was a sucker for.

it was when you’d been eating dinner alone, a few hours later, that he’d called you on the phone you very much did have. you didn’t even check who it was before picking up, knowing he was your only saved contact.

“i’m going to come home late, tonight.” sun says regretfully, the moment you pick up the phone. he doesn’t even greet you with his usual million compliments of how much he adores you and how desperately he misses you. “you don’t need to wait up for me.”

“but i wanna wait for you! i really wanted to…” you trail off, and your voice is softer when you speak again.

“can you just keep me company over the phone? pretty please, sun?”

sun is nothing more than a man at your mercy. honestly, how is he meant to help the way his face inevitably flushes at the way you ask so nicely?

you have no idea how much sun loves that pleading tone of yours; even now, it’s got his hands shaking—which makes putting on these heavy duty rubber gloves unnecessarily difficult.

“only because you asked so sweetly,” he concedes. sun’s tone is lighthearted, and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding at the mellifluous sound. “and i love you too much to say no to you, but who would have guessed that, right?”

“definitely not me,” you quip. “because in that case, i wouldn’t be eating dinner all alone, and you would be sitting across from me right now and rambling about how obsessed you are with me.”

your voice on speaker, and the light sound of his footsteps are the only sound in this unfamiliar room sun finds himself in as he steps over the unconcious body laying at his feet, to pick up a digital camera sitting on the nightstand.

“i’m flattered you miss me so much, sweetheart. if you want, darling, i can tell you how obsessed i am with you right now.” he offers shyly, “you might end up falling asleep though, because i could go on forever.”

and he means it, honestly. if you knew, you might actually think that would be the most terrifying part about sun’s affection; how eager he is to be so entirely earnest in his adoration for you.

“how about you save that for when you’re back home, and tell me something else?”

the camera comes to life with a melodic ring. sun catches a glimpse of his own face on the screen, and whilst the features are identical to the man you know and love—there’s no mistaking the fresh, crimson blood splattered across his jaw.

it’s smudged, too, with the way he’d tried to rub it off with the back of his hand. despite how incredibly sweet you are, he’s not sure you’ll love this look on him, so he makes a mental note to clean up before going back home to you.

“whatever you want to know,” he responds. you and sun both know that you’re smart enough to be aware of certain questions you shouldn’t ask; lines you’d do well not to cross. “ask away, baby.”

“well,” you start tentatively. “i hope you don’t mind me asking, but…”

“go on,” he encourages you, sounding all gentler and kinder and nicer the way he knows you like him to be.

“…where are you?”

“would you believe me,” he laughs lightly. “if i told you i was in a woman’s bedroom?”

you frown, “is she in there with you?”

he spares a quick glance back at the woman sprawled on the floor behind him, her pink hair darkened and damp with her own blood.

“nah. she’s… out right now.”

“what sort of work thing is this?”

“more of a chore, really.” sun sighs, going through the camera’s gallery until he’s far back enough to have found what he was looking for. it’s a picture of you in a graduation gown, smiling cheek to cheek with a girl that is undoubtedly the one who’d dared to kiss you today. “don’t worry, baby. this is just something i have to get done if i want to make sure we live comfortably when we’re married.”

“oh!” you flush, and he can’t help but blush too, whilst committing every stunning feature of yours in that charming photo to memory. “well, good luck then.” he thought it’d take much longer to convince you to marry him, so imagine his surprise when you were the first one to bring up your desire to be his spouse, entirely unprompted, and of your own volition. “i hope it’s nothing too annoying.”

“it’s easy,” sun couldn’t help the way his lips curled into a grin at the idea of being your husband. it would have been sweet, it not for the circumstances. he puts the camera back down exactly where he picked it up, digging through a pile of clothes haphazardly tossed onto the bed. “everything is easy and worth it if i’m doing it for you, baby.” sun picks up a pair of hello kitty socks, “because i love you.”

“flatterer.” he can basically hear you roll your eyes, even though he knows how fond you are when he tells you about how much you mean to him. sun knows about your developed depency on his validation and affirmation. he’d be stupid not to.

he’d also be stupid not to realise what you were playing at in the park, earlier today.

but it worked in his favour, got you all soft and sweet in the palm of his hands, waiting for him to put a ring on you; so who is he to complain?

“is it flattery if it works?” the man turns to the woman on the floor, crouching down and using his hand to pry open her mouth before he pushes the socks past her lips, effectively gagging her.

he must have knocked her out harder than he thought, because she’s still out. “you’re breaking my heart, baby.” sun pouts, and even though he knows you can’t see him, he turns to where his phone is sitting on the windowsill, on speaker. “didn’t even say it back to me…”

“i love you,” you’re shy when you say it, probably thinking back to a few hours ago, when you’d been letting the worlds fall from your bruised lips like a prayer against the inside of his thighs, “so much, sunshine.”

your boyfriend grins at the confession, “and yet,” he lets out a long, sad sigh he’s happy to hear you giggling at. “i still love you a million times more.”

“is that why you’re in some woman’s bedroom at this time of night?” sun leans back to check the rope he’d tied around your old friend’s wrists, bound behind her. her ankles, too, because he isn’t in the mood to give chase tonight, only wanting this to be over as soon as possible so he can come back home to you.

“i’m in high demand,” he shrugs, playing along with you.

“you casanova,” you tease. satisfied that the knots he’s tied are tight enough, he leans back, still knelt besides her unconscious body. he pulls out a knife from his back pocket, one of those finer ones with a sharp blade. the smaller ones, meant to cut things up all fancy and precise. “how could you be so cruel?”

“personally,” you can practically hear sun smile over the phone. what you can’t see is the way the man you’ve come to love uses the knife in his hands to push a certain someone’s pink hair out of her face, and traces the shape of her red lips with the blade, “i’d consider myself more of a lady killer.”

“would you, now?” sun adjusts his position so that he’s now kneeling directly on top of her, one knew pressed to her chest, keeping her pinned down to the floor, in an utterly helpless heap of painfully bound limbs. “well, try not to get too much blood on your hands, my handsome lady killer.”

“no promises.” he shoots back, pressing the blade against her skin and drawing first blood. a thin line of crimson blossoms just beneath her lips, a satisfying hue much darker than the lipstick she had on when she kissed you.

you sigh dramatically. “i can’t believe my boyfriend’s love has two types of body counts.” sun lets out a giddy laugh when the woman beneath him finally begins to come to, her lashes fluttering, gaze unfocused as she rapidly blinks, trying to make sense of the weight holding her down, the searing pain on her face and hands and legs and—

“your boyfriend’s partner must be the loveliest, sweetest thing in the world.” sun whistles, when the woman starts thrashing beneath him in a futile attempt to escape, panic setlling in once she catches a glimpse of light reflect against the knife’s blade, poised and ready to carve off the lips that had touched you. “considering how much he loves them.”

“can’t deny that.” you grin, the line goes quiet for a moment. sun stuffs the hello kitty socks further back in her mouth, the makeshift gag muffling the sounds of her screams. your voice is hesitant, when you speak again. “hey, sunshine?”

“yes, my love?” sun asks sweetly, willing his hands to stop trembling from the adorable name you’ve come to start calling him by—digging his knee further into the woman’s body, as tears start to fall from her wide eyes at the sheer pain.

now that he’s using his full strength, feeling the way her ribs nearly bend beneath him, it puts the way he’d been barely pressing his thumb into your cheeks earlier today to shame. the two are incomparable, given how fucking gentle he was being with you.

“come home soon, please?” you bite the inside of your cheek, speaking in more of a hushed tone than before. “i think,” sun thinks he might have broken your friend’s ribs, with how she violently sobs beneath him. he doesn’t care enough to find out. “i think i’m gonna hang up now, because i don’t wanna keep you from whatever you’re doing but…” he pulls at her bottom lip, round around the makeshift gag. “i miss you.”

“aww, baby.” lining up the cut as well as he can, even though she still struggles, the knife’s blade is sharp as it digs into the soft, gummy flesh. “i miss you, too.”

“i’ll be home soon, okay?” the woman’s lips tear, and he collects what he cuts in his hands. her mouth is entirely dry, save for the blood that runs in rivulets, like a crimson river of his own making. “don’t force yourself to wait up. i love you, darling.”

“i know you do,” you smile softly. your boyfriend is so good to you. how lucky you are to have this sweet man all to yourself. you’d do well to keep him happy, “good night, sun.”

your night will be ending soon as you inevitably wander back to the bed you two share, but sun’s night is only just beginning.

“goodnight, baby.”

“hi, sunny.”

when your boyfriend crawls into the covers besides you, you’re the first to welcome him home, not even sparing a glance at the time, before your arms are around him and he’s lying down against your chest, listening to the slow, steady sound of your heartbeat. “missed you.”

“i know,” he says gently, pressing a kiss to your chest, loving the feeling of your hands running through his damp hair. he’s glad you’re too tired to say anything, he had to take a quick shower to wash all that blood and gore off his body. he’d made sure to use your conditioner and body wash, rubbing it into his skin where it mixed with the dried blood that clung to him, washing out in light pink, foamy bubbles.

sun won’t let you go out for a while, the both of you know that, as you lie down together; but whilst you think it’s more about the memory of the lipstick stain marring your pretty face, sun knows it’s because he can’t risk you seeing all of the missing posters that will inevitably follow, of a familiar girl you’re bound to recognise.

one with red lips and bright pink hair.

tomorrow, he thinks to himself, he’s going to ask you what sort of ring you’d like.

he hopes you say gold, just like his eyes. or you could say silver, just like his knife. anything to keep you happy, and in his arms.

anything for you, forever.

you let out a soft yawn, and sun lets one of his hands wander, rubbing soothing circles on your arm in an attempt to lull you back to sleep. he’s glad you didn’t wait up; he loves lazy nights like this where you’re too exhausted to be anything but utterly soft with him.

“go to sleep, my love. i’ve got you.”

you only nod along to whatever he whispers in the darkness of your little room, pretend not to notice the faint coppery scent that lingers on the nape of his neck when you breathe him in; and you think you’d call that forgiveness.

#i rambled too much but im never gonna get over this #genie the genius #making all the wishes i never knew i had come true #did i mention how much i love the way you describe his appearance btw bc it is fucking PHENOMENAL #museum opening just for your writing when #i hope you know i am marinating your ocs in my head btw #loser yan i am looking at you #thank you again #i literally haven't been this happy in months #it really means everything to me😭#♡ dar reblogs #Dar's Sun #♡ dar's precious mutuals #OH ALSO #I SHOULD BE THANKING YOU FOR WRITING HIM PLS WHY ARE YOU THANKING ME #AND LIKE DOESNT EVEN CUT IT I AM IN LOVE #ENAMOURED #ABSOLUTLEY OBSESSED❗️❗️

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I ATE THE WHOLE DAISUKE DATING HC AND I MUST SAY ALL THE BRAINROT THAT HAS BEEN STEWING IN MY MIND!!!

I think he's such a golden retriever bf 😭 like both ways— sfw and nsfw. HES SO DOWN BAD FOR YOU, he loves you so much and fjdkkd if his partner also has physical contact as a primary love language, he would die for headpats. Like genuinely, give this guy headpats be when you two are cuddling or when you are both in an intimate moment. You could reward him with a little patpat on the head when Swansea is not looking, and he would lean in to your touch a little bit before reminding himself, he needs to learn!! he needs to make you proud

NOW NSFW-WISEE.....

Praise kink goes so hard on him is insane

He could be eating you out with sparkles in his eyes, almost like asking if he's doing a good job, and if you do express it, tell him he's such a good boy, how good you are feeling because of HIM, he's going to go harder on you out of pure happiness—hes doing a good job!! you're like this because of his work and that amazes him

i could write more but my mind is a mess and im so sleepy wnwnkd.

🐁 out!!!

🐁 anon I love your thinking please don’t spontaneously combust. BUT IM SO GLAD THE HIM LIKING HIS HAIR/HEAD TOUCHED IS CATCHING ON OMG….

Sfw headcanons/thoughts

- Now that I’m thinking of it. I should have known he’d like head pats. LIKE I ALREADY GOT THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BF VIBE FROM HIM.

- But he definitely loves getting head pats or his hair ruffled! Specifically he really likes it after/is doing something good. Like normal head pats are fine but. Knowing your giving him them because he did something good?!?!

- You guys have definitely gotten called weirdos by Swansea, cause you patted Daisuke’s head. Swansea wont say anything cause this man is emotionally constipated 💔. But he’s glad Daisuke has someone who Daisuke can be his true weird self.

- If your hand is somewhere close to his head, and he wants head pats. Daisuke will head butt his head against your hand to show he wants you to either play with his hair, pat his head, scratch his scalp, etc ect.

- I think like the first time he head butt your hand for attention was when y’all were cuddling. You had your hand by his head. And you weren’t taking hid obvious hints! (Slightly nudging at you). So well he just thunked his head against your hand. Ever since then he keeps doing that when he wants you to play with his hair

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (mostly AFAB some Gn )

- Omg please pull his hair. PLEASE. He loves it so much. Like holy moly. If you pull his hair while he’s deep inside. HES COMING IMMEDIATELY! Like pull just right and omg. It’s like a switch in his brain. And that man is going HARDER AND FASTER. Like I hope to burnt curly Anya can lend you a wheel chair.

- Omg just imagine Daisuke pulling his hair back during sex. OMG MY GYATTTT. Guys I see the light and it’s Daisuke pulling his hair back.

-(AFAB) I just thought of something. GYAHH IMAGINE SEEING DAISUKE TIES HIS HAIR BACK TO EAT YOU OUT(might need to make this into a FIC).I’m Actually foaming at the mouth. Guys wait let me cook.

“wait!”. Daisuke said. Before rolling a hair tie he had on his wrist for working on machines. Biting it as he collects his hair. Tying it up in a ponytail. Before pushing his sleeves up. Daisuke Looks back at You with a smile. “Now I’m ready” he say cheekily.

- Guys someone please draw Daisuke with a sexy man ponytail please I’ll be in debt with you. PLEASE HE’LL LOOK SO HOT JUST TRUST MY VISON!!!!

-(AFAB) Omg and grip his hair while he’s eating you out. Like omg if you’re pulling at his hair moaning. He’s gonna feel so good about himself knowing he’s pleasing you. Also if you ever shoved his face in your cunt while he’s eating you out. You gave yourself a death wish. CAUSE THIS MAN WILL NOT STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TO PULL HIS HEAD AWAY.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It’s like he couldn’t stop. The pleasure was getting to much. You gripped his hair. Feeling him moan in you. You pull his head back, letting out that breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You could hear him catching his breath before hearing him let out a sad noise. You looked down seeing Daisuke giving you these sad puppy dog eyes. “Did I do something wrong.” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“No no! Just needed-“. You huffed, “need..need a moment.” You said dazed. He paused for a moment. The glimmer in his eyes back with a vengeance. He starts to grin. “Did I..” He started. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, cleaning your slick off around his mouth. “Did I do good?” He asked. Daisuke happily looking up at you waiting for your response. His grin got wider as he felt your hand rub against his head.

Authors note: GYAHH I LOVED THIS REQUEST SMMMM. Like, reblogd, and especially comments are appreciated! This was so fun writing thud.

#mouthwash smut #mouthwashing smut #mouthwash x reader #daisuke mouthwashing #daisuke x reader #daisuke smut #mouthwash game #mouthwashing game #mouthwash #mouthwashing #mouthwashing x reader

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fastandcarlos · 7 months ago

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Soft Launch : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: follow the journey of lando’s soft launch to reveal your relationship

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landonorris: one shoulder up or two 🤔

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username1: anyone else notice the person who accidentally walked in midway through the stream tonight!?

username2: lando definitely had a girl over…

alex_albon: you must be desperate for content if this is what you’re posting 🙄

username3: why won’t you tell us who was round your apartment lando??

georgerussell63: how about neither of your elbows up you weird man

username4: I keep replaying it but I can’t work out anything about them…

username5: what if lando has a secret girlfriend or something

danielricciardo: you know it’s okay to look at a photo and change your mind about posting it

username6: not everyone rinsing lando in the comments 😂

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landonorris: life’s been pretty good recently ☀️

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username7: any particular reason why that might be mr lando norris

carlossainz55: care to elaborate? 🤔

landonorris: @/carlossainz55 zooming over to ferrari now to fill you in

username8: wonder if it’s pretty good because of someone??

georgerussell63: glad to see you with a smile on your face buddy 🫶🏻

username9: is he hinting that this new girl has made his life better??

maxverstappen1: I wanna know all of the gossip too 😂

username10: I’d love to be the reason for lando’s smile fyi

username11: I’m more interested to know who even took these photos

oscarpiastri: I’m fed up of this new version of you, you’re too smiley to have around the garage now

landonorris: @/oscarpiastri sorry not sorry 🙃

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landonorris: apparently if you find a girl who likes quadrant, she’s definitely a keeper ✨

78,301 comments

username12: this sounds like confirmation to me that lando has a girl

team_quadrant: girls who like quadrant = girls with good taste

username13: do you reckon that’s her in the photo ☺️

danielricciardo: ik a better brand of clothes that they could wear 😂

landonorris: @/danielricciardo quadrant > enchante 🤫

username14: really hoping this new girl likes quadrant so she can stick around forever

username15: I like quadrant…does that make me your girlfriend now??

charles_leclerc: I like quadrant but you’re not willing to date me…

username16: @/charles_leclerc also not a girl you clown

oscarpiastri: if I do a photo shoot with you do I get free merch too?

pierregasly: why am I so invested in being part of lando’s comment section lmao

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landonorris: thank you for bringing so much positivity into my life 🫶🏻🥺

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danielricciardo: you’re welcome honey 😇

landonorris: @/danielricciardo you wish that I was talking to you

username17: look how perfect they look together wow

username18: it’s official, he’s actually managed to get a girlfriend

georgerussell63: congrats on not being the single friend anymore 👏🏻

carlossainz55: little lando norris finally got himself a girlfriend 😂

username19: I want to be happy but I so wish that this was me

username20: the look on his face 😭 I’m so happy he’s happy

charles_leclerc: if you want some tips on how to be a good boyfriend just zoom back to ferrari again

username21: my heart is so full - cheering for these guys all the way!!

username22: constantly telling myself not to be bitter that my dreams now won’t come true

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landonorris: race weekend with a first timer, luckily for her she picked the best team to support 🧡🏎️

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maxverstappen1: did she get a choice or did you force her to do this??

landonorris: @/maxverstappen1 she said she wanted to support the team with the most handsome driver 💁🏻‍♂️

oscarpiastri: @/landonorris she thinks I’m handsome awh

landonorris: @/oscarpiastri 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

username23: how have we not got a face reveal when she was literally at the race

username24: I never had lando down for a soft launch kinda guy

danielricciardo: did you even introduce her to all the teams on the grid, you know, let her make her on mind up??

username25: whoever she is she knows how to rock papaya

username26: omg the height difference is the sweetest

logansargeant: I remember when I used to hug you and you’d rest against my chest like that 😂

alex_albon: look at you being all cute and charming

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landonorris: holidaying with my favourites 🌊☀️

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username27: eurgh lando you’re killing us with all these almost photos

maxfewtrell: I’m the number one out of the two of us though right??

landonorris: @/maxfewtrell whatever makes you feel better sweet cheeks

username28: my heart can’t cope with this for much longer

oscarpiastri: so you holidayed with your favourites and yet I’m here at home 🤔

username29: lando replacing oscar with his girlfriend is peak

username30: lando knows what he’s doing and this is so not fair

username31: I bet he’s laughing at all of us when he looks at his comments section

alex_albon: it’s alright for some 😂

username32: lando I’m on my knees pls just tell us more about who this lucky girl is

georgerussell63: I think your fans might turn on you soon if you don’t stop playing them 😂

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landonorris: another race weekend with my best human there to cheer me on 💕☺️

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username33: FINALLY HE GAVE US WHAT WE WANT

username34: omg she’s absolutely gorgeous lando

username35: we won at last woooooo

alex_albon: still can’t believe your girlfriend supports mclaren 😭

oscarpiastri: don’t forget who the most handsome mclaren driver is tho 😂

username36: they look so in love together 💞

username37: I want to be jealous but how can I be when they look so cute

lilymhe: we’re double dating asap btw

danielricciardo: they don’t prepare you for when the kids grow up 🤧

landonorris: @/danielricciardo sorry dad 😭

username38: my heart has officially exploded 😂

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landonorris: whoops they caught us 🥺

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username39: these two are gonna be such a duo omg

username40: ah and he even tagged her 🤩🤩🤩

danielricciardo: my kids are the cutest things in the world

carlossainz55: smooooth operator 😂😂

landonorris: @/carlossainz55 high praise from you my friend 🫡

username41: thank goodness that the soft launch era is now over

username42: I’m already in love with them so much

username43: I don’t want to be yn anymore, I just want to be her best friend

charles_leclerc: congrats buddy 👏🏻👏🏻

alex_albon: stop making the rest of us feel single even though we’re also in relationships please

ynusername: ily 🥺🥺🥺

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˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

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