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omegaversecurse · 3 months ago

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Chapter 3 of Teyvat Tales of a Creator God!

I know things suck so bad rn- so I'm uploading a surprise chapter early for y'all!

I awoke to the feeling of my hair being played with. My eyes fluttered open, and I saw Kaeya’s face looking at me fondly. I smiled softly, before our cute moment was interrupted by the sound of a knock.

“Yes?” I asked, slightly annoyed, and Barbara and Rosaria opened the door.

“Oh!” Barbara said, her face almost glowing red, while Rosaria snickered. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before my face went as red as Barbara as I realized how it looked to have Kaeya in my bed.

“No- no- we didn’t- we didn’t… I’m going to shut up now…” I said embarrassed. Rosaria smirked and said,

”I didn’t expect our divine creator to be so vulnerable to Kaeya’s seduction techniques,”

My face burned from the blush,

”What can I say, I’m simply irresistible,” Kaeya said with a wink. Barbara looked like she was about to faint, and I probably didn’t look much better. Kaeya looked over to me and softened,

“Hey, you good?” He questioned,

“Yeah… just embarrassed,” I said. Barbara, seemingly recovered from the shock of seeing her divine creator in bed with someone, said

”Well now that you’re awake, We have your outfit for the day, Liyue’s delegates will come at around lunch, the honorary knight should be with them,”

I smiled at her as Kaeya took the outfit from Barbara, with a quick bow, she exited seemingly in a hurry. Rosaria sighed and followed after her.

Kaeya, gave me the outfit, and said,

“If you need any help let me know,” he said, and led me to the bathroom to change.

As I took off the covering, I gasped in shock at the beauty of the gown. It was an anemo green, and glittered as it caught the light. I stripped down and put it on, as I realized I would need help tying up the corset. The bottom of the gown was golden, and covered in golden mini wind wheel asters. I couldn’t resist giving the gown a little twirl, and I laughed as I felt like a princess.

After the brief moment of celebration, I exited the bathroom, and asked Kaeya for help tying the corset. He smiled, and helped lace me up. Despite the horror stories of too tight corsets, it wasn’t uncomfortable at all.

“Do you need help with your hair?” He asked, I nodded, and he grabbed a brush and began getting out the knots that arise from sleeping outside for several days. He started braiding my hair, in a loose four stranded braid,

“The four strands are meant to represent the four winds,” he commented, before putting a wind wheel aster clip that matched the bottom of the dress to keep it secure.

After he finished I turned to him, and he asked

”Are you ready?”

I sighed and nodded, ready for a long day. He held my hand as he led me out of the cathedral, where everyone was waiting for me to arrive. And I mean everyone, all the vision holders in Mondstat were here, from Albedo to Venti. Kaeya once again pulled out my chair, and pushed me in when I sat down. He then sat at my right side. As I scanned the crowd, they all stared at me with varying levels of curiosity.

I grabbed some fruit to eat, as well as some fried eggs and pancakes. The pancakes reminded me of Noelles specialty dish, and I noticed her beam when I grabbed them. As I ate, I tried to be on my best manners, knowing several people were watching me eat. I also made sure to eat slower in order to ensure everyone got a chance to eat. I didn’t want to make the same mistake as yesterday.

Once I finished, making sure that everyone else was done eating, the nuns started to take our plates.

Klee stood up eagerly and said, “Can we give gifts now!” Almost yelling from excitement.

Albedo put a hand on her shoulder and told her to use inside voices. Klee nodded seriously before saying in a whisper yell, “can we give gifts now,” I looked to Kaeya in confusion, mouthing “gifts?” To him. He nodded and said, “The people of Mondstat have prepared gifts for your return,”

I smiled at Klee and said, “I’d love to open gifts Klee,” who was practically vibrating from excitement.

I was led over to the front of the church, and sat down on the chair (throne?) provided, Kaeya standing on my right side.

”Me first! Me first!” Klee said, dragging her and Albedo to the front.

“Your grace, me and Klee have prepared a gift for your enjoyment, we hope you appreciate it,”

“It’s your very own Dodoco! He’s friends with my Dodoco and they go on adventures together!”

I gasped at the cuteness, “Thank you so much Klee and Albedo, I love it!” I gave my new plush a big hug and a kiss on the forehead. I sat my Dodoco next to me for safekeeping, as the next person came forward to give me my gift.

“Your Grace, I, famed astrologer Mona Megistus, give you this gift of a light box, simply put a candle in the box, and it will project a image of the night sky that appeared the night of your arrival,”

I smiled again, and gave Mona my thanks. The line continued and I received gift after gift from the assembled crowd. Some of the highlights included a TCG deck from Diona, a wind glider from Amber, and a set of beautiful ornate knives from Rosaria.

Finally it was Venti’s turn, and he looked quite nervous when approaching me. “Your Grace, a lyre attuned to the four winds, if you ever need help, merely play it and one of us will come to your aid,” I smiled at Venti, even if it was tight, and said thanks. He looked rather relieved that I accepted his gift, and moved to join the others at the pews.

The nuns and Kaeya moved to help pack up all the gifts, but when I moved to help them, Kaeya put his hand on my shoulder and told me “we got this,” I pursed my lips and sat back down, feeling awkward I wasn’t doing anything to help.

They finished packing up, and a knight entered the Cathedral. “Grandmaster Jean, the Liyue delegation has arrived,” my eyebrows raised in shock, clearly the gift giving took more time than I thought.

Everyone assembled to the sides of the cathedral in a practiced motion, although Bennett did stumble while getting there. Kaeya returned to standing on my right side. A knock was heard on the doors of the Cathedral, and two nuns worked to open the heavy doors.

Xiao, Keqing and the Traveler walked in, with Paimon floating in excitedly. They all kneel before me, except Paimon who gave a curtsey. “Your grace,” Jean said, “May I present the Liyue delegation, your escorts to taking you to the Celestial Palace,” I nodded a little confused at the ‘Celestial Palace’ business, but figured this wasn’t the place to question it. “Standing before you is Adeptus Xiao, the last Yaksha of Liyue Harbor, Lady Keqing of the Liyue Qixing, and the Honorary Knight of Mondstat,”

“Mh-hm” Paimon said a little annoyed at being left out,

”And Paimon, the Traveler’s guide to Teyvat,” Jean finished, Paimon nodded, satisfied.

“Uh- Hi- Nice to meet you guys,” I said, a little unsure of how to continue.

“It’s nice to meet you too! Paimon’s very excited to go adventuring with you!” I nod, and Kaeya steps forward,

“I am Kaeya, the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, and the first Mondstat Retainer of the Divine One,”

Kaeya then offered his hand out to me, and helped me up from the chair, I unfortunately stumbled a little bit while getting up. Kaeya luckily caught me, but I felt pretty embarrassed that I just stumbled over my two left feet in front of everybody. Kaeya guided me out of the Cathedral, with everyone giving me well wishes as I exited.

Walking through Mondstat was a fever dream, as crowds were gathered around us to be able to see me leave. However they were being held back to the sides by ribbons blocking off the center of the walkway. It felt like we were a part of the Disneyland Parade, and I felt uncomfortable with everyone staring at me. Xiao didn’t look much better.

As we finally crossed the bridge to exit Mondstat, with the Pigeons once again flying around me like they would a Disney Princess, Kaeya turned back and asked me “Are you alright?”

I nodded and said, “Just, a lot of people staring, I wasn’t expecting such a reception,”

Paimon paused, and told me “Why not? You’re the super duper most important person in all of Teyvat! Of course everyone would want to see you!”

I cringed, and told her “I don’t know about that, I’m no one special,” the entire group stopped to look at me, surprised at my response,

”Your Grace,” Keqing said, “You are the Divine Creator of Teyvat, the One Who Guides the World, there is no one more important than you,”

I looked away, blushing, feeling very awkward and unsure on how to explain how I’m a normal person. This all still felt like a dream to be honest. Xiao started looking at me contemplatively, as if seeing me in a new light.

The group continued past Springvale, and further away from the city. Once we reached Stone Gate, the sun was going down and my feet were killing me.

“We should make camp,” Xiao said, and I almost passed out in relief. Traveler brought out her teapot, and we all touched it to enter.

Entering the teapot, I didn’t know what to expect. It looked exactly like how I decorated, and that was a bad thing. Mismatched furniture and bits and bobs left over from primogem farming furniture sets.

“I uh- added some beds so we could sleep, I hope you’re not offended,” Lumine said,

”Of course not,” I said, “Believe me anything you do in this space is an improvement,”

She nodded, and showed me to a room with a nice fancy bed, and the picture of Paimon from the event with Albedo.

“I’ll keep watch first,” Xiao said, and Keqing nodded and offered to go second, and Lumine chimed in saying she’ll go third.

“When is my turn?” I asked,

”Oh your grace, you won’t need to keep watch, you need to rest,” Keqing told me,

”Still I feel bad, if you’re all keeping watch and I just sleep,”

”You need to regain your strength, there is a long way to go to get to the harbor,” Xiao said gruffly. I blinked and realizing I wasn’t going to change their mind, I nodded and yawned.

“There should be clothes in the dresser,” Lumine said, “we’ll leave you to change,” as everyone left I grabbed Kaeya’s wrist and asked

”could you help me with the corset?” He nodded, and shut the door so we could have some privacy.

“So uh- what’s the Celestial Palace?” I asked, as he was undoing the knot of my corset. He paused his motions for a second before answering,

”It’s a palace for you to reside, during the Archon War Liyue won the right to have it within its borders,”

“Ah okay…”

“If you don’t mind me asking, do you remember the archon war?”

“The archon war? No- I don’t remember it, wasn’t aware I was supposed to,”

“Hmmm…”

”What’s wrong,” I asked.

“Nothing- the last time you were seen was before the Archon War, before the… incident, so it makes sense you won’t remember it, it must’ve taken a while to regain your strength enough to descend,”

I paused, incident? I didn’t know what he was talking about, and frankly I was too afraid to ask. I didn’t want to reveal much about my lack of knowledge, mainly because I was still afraid of being labeled an imposter.

Kaeya finished unlacing my corset, and then asked me, “Do you want me to stay again tonight?”

I nodded and said, “If it’s not too much trouble,” he smiled at me, pulled out some pajamas from the dresser, and then told me “I’ll wait outside, tell me when you're done changing,”

I finished changing and poked my head out of the room, seeing Kaeya talking with Lumine.

“I’m staying with her tonight, it helps her sleep better,” I blushed at this, kind of embarrassed that I needed a cuddle buddy to sleep.

Lumine noticed me first, and smiled and waved at me, Kaeya turned to see me, and said,

“You ready?” I nodded, and he followed me into the bedroom, and untucked the covers for me to climb in, before climbing in after me. I fell asleep pretty quickly, my head on Kaeya’s chest and his arm around me.

It was about midnight when we heard a commotion. A crash and an inhuman screech. Kaeya was already out of the bed when I lifted my head, sword in hand,

”Stay here, I’ll guard the door,” and with that he left, shutting the door behind him. My hands shook scared not only for me, but for the people with me.

“It’s you-” an inhuman voice said. I turned and saw an Abyss Lector.

I backed up, and tripped over a blanket. My butt hitting the floor with a thud, I continued backing up pushing myself up against the wall as the lector approached, hyperventilating as he reached towards me. I squeezed my eyes shut, turning my head away as the hand got closer and closer, as a long sharp nail traced itself against my face.

A crash was heard, and I opened my eyes to see Xiao lunging at the the abyss herald, the door next to me slammed open and Lumine and Kaeya came running in. They cornered the abyss mage, ready to use their elemental powers to attack him.

“I’ll be back” the abyss herald said, staring straight at me, before leaving through a portal behind him.

Kaeya immediately came to my side, and asked me “are you alright”

I nodded, still shaken up by the attack.

”No thanks to you,” Xiao said bitterly,

“Do you have something to say?” Kaeya said, turning to face Xiao.

“You left her alone when the Abyss Order was attacking, she could’ve been taken or killed, you’re clearly not worthy of being a retainer,”

“I was outside the door to prevent anyone from coming in, it’s not like I straight up abandoned her,”

“You might as well, you reek of abyssal taint, I stayed silent because I trusted her Grace’s choice, but considering your actions tonight, I fully believe you did this on purpose,” Xiao spat out.

Kaeya was red with anger, but before he could respond Keqing and Paimon entered.

“All clear, the Abyss Order has left the premises,” Keqing said

”Uh… Did we interrupt a moment?” Paimon said, sensing the tension between Kaeya and Xiao.

“No- just a minor disagreement,” Kaeya responded, clearly shaken up by the aggression and accusations from Xiao.

“I should dispose of you right here-”

“Woah woah woah- No one’s disposing of anyone, Xiao, I trust Kaeya, he’s put his life on the line for me before, there was no way to know that the Abyss Lector could get in here,”

“Your Grace, he is not to be trusted, he clearly is associated with the abyss,”

“Enough- you don’t need to trust Kaeya nor like Kaeya, but I trust Kaeya enough to make him my retainer,” I said, standing up, “You’re attempts to undermine me aren’t appreciated”

Xiao scowled and disappeared, clearly frustrated by my decision.

“Wow- that was intense!” Paimon said, and Lumine and I facepalmed at that. Lumine and Keqing started leaving, and Kaeya followed them.

I grabbed his wrist and asked, “You’re leaving?”

“I think that’s for the best…” Kaeya said without looking me in the eyes. He then exited and shut the door behind him.

I spent a good minute or so staring at the door, feeling dejected at Kaeya’s rejection. I eventually turned to the bed and tried to sleep, but I couldn’t as I tossed and turned, both shaken up by the fight, Xiao’s reaction, and Kaeya’s disappointment.

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau

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roadkillremi · 2 years ago

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Here I am requesting randy again 🤭 (I hope it's okay, ur just my fav writer rn!)

Can you do a fic w fem!reader where Randy's sick and reader takes care of him? I just need randy fluff in my life!

Of course!

Don't Stay Awake.

Randy Meeks X F!Reader

MasterList

Warnings : none.

Summary : the ask above

You knocked on Randy's bedroom door softly. You heard a groan followed by a "Come in.". You walked in closing the door behind you.

"Randy, your mom let me in. I brought some stuff for you.". You said softly placing the grocery bags on the floor. He flopped over in bed facing your direction. He whined a bit, "Thanks.". He opened his arm up to you for a hug.

"Randy... I can't get sick."

"Please?"

"Randy.."

"Please?!!" He whined. You sighed kicking your shoes off crawling next to him in bed. He nuzzled his head into your chest with a slick smile. You wrapped your arms around him gently feeling his forehead.

"Randy, you're burning up!"

"I know I'm just that hot." He joked. You gave him a look, "You know what I mean!". You got up from his bed, he desperately was grabbing at your arm for you not to go.

"Where are you going?" He complained. You sighed, "To get you some ice. And maybe a bowl of ice cream.".

"M'kay. I want-"

"Chocolate with a bit of sprinkles. I know." You kissed his head going to get ice. Randy sat up in bed fixing his bed for you to sit with him. He propped his pillows up and wrapped himself in a blanket.

"I'm back" you said with a smile. You gently kicked the door behind you for it to close. You gave him his ice cream and sat next to him. He immediately dug into the icecream, you placed an ice pack on his forehead. He groaned backing away from it, "Randy!" You laughed. He gave you a look with the spoon hanging in his mouth.

"You need this to break your fever, baby." You said gently. He sighed letting you hold it to his forehead as he ate.

"Thanks for coming." He said while eating his ice cream.

"It's no problem! I'm glad I can help.". Randy put the now empty bowl on his nightstand. He hugged your waist pulling you closer. The icepack now pushed against your stomach. The cold seeping through your shirt, "Randy it's cold" you said pushing him back enough to see you.

"No shit" He whined. You flicked his head lightly, he sighed sitting up.

"What'd you bring?" He asked nodding towards the bags. Your eyes lit up, "Oh! I almost forgot!". You got up to grab the bags and plopped them on the bed sitting back down. Randy leaned his head on your shoulder.

"I got your favorite popcorn! Jiffy Pop! And some movies from your work. I couldn't get my 'girlfriend discount' though because someone else was working."

"Sorry" he mumbled his voice going groggy. You kissed his head, "It's fine. I'm just teasing you. I also got some medicine and some soup.".

"What kind of soup?" He asked tilting his head up at you. You smiled, "Chicken noodles with stars.".

"Good." He gave you a small kiss before laying down kicking some of the stuff. You got the movies picking one up, "Can we watch Ghostbusters?". Randy looked over at you, "Please?". He sighed, "Sure.". You got up putting it in his VHS player. You turned on the TV and went to sit back down with him. He resorted back to cuddling you. He wrapped one of his arms over your hip. His head resting on your stomach, you watched his head raise and fall when you'd breath in. You gently messed with his hair, he'd lean into your hand.

Soon he fell asleep moving in his sleep away from you. The movie ended leaving you bored and alone in the dark. You got up to fix him soup, you placed the bowl in the microwave. You watched the bowl twirl, you looked at the wall clock. "8:23pm". You looked around, Mrs.Meeks was nowhere in sight. You walked back down the hall, You knocked on Martha's door gently. She opened the door taking her headphones off.

"What's up?"

"I was wondering where your mom is. I needed to ask-"

"She got put on nightshift at the hospital. Is everything okay with Randy?" She asked.

"Yeah, just making him soup. Sorry to bother you.".

"It's no problem." She closed the door. You went back to check on the soup. You put extra time on their and waited.

"Y/N?" Randy came out of his room shuffling. His blanket was left behind leaving him shivering.

"Randy. Go get in bed."

"No. It's boring there. I wanna be with you." He complained, hugging you. You hugged him back, "I'm heating you up some soup, okay?". He nodded still hugging you, you let out a soft laugh.

"Randy let go!". He shook his head no, the microwave beeped loudly. You tried to grab the bowl for him.

"Randy Meeks you have to let go. I need to grab your soup.". He huffed letting go, you grabbed the soup and got a spoon from the drawer.

"Here. Be careful it's hot." You handed it to him. He nodded shuffling back to his room. You followed him helping him in bed making sure the soup wouldn't spill. He loudly slurped up his soup glancing over at you knowing it bothered you. You laid on his bed cuddling one of his pillows.

"I'm so tired." You mumbled. He put the soup bowl on his already littered nightstand.

"Go to sleep" Randy said laying down beside you. You groaned softly, "Can't I gotta take care of you.". Randy looked over at you, "You still need to take care of yourself.". You scooted closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder.

"Don't stay awake for me. Get some sleep, it's important you do."

"How so?"

"Who's gonna make me ice cream if you're tired?" He said with a smile. You smiled, "Fin, I'll go to sleep but wake me up if you need anything!". Randy nodded, you fluffed a pillow resting your head on it. Randy wrapped his arm around your waist spooning you in. His face in-between your shoulder blades. You both soon fell asleep.

Two days later you also got sick.

Randy got you your favorite ice cream.

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 1 year ago

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Resending this because I'm an idiot and sent it half finished

So I think a day out with possessive mommy wanda would be so nice. She'd get you all dressed up in a cute little outfit and have you do a little twirl to show it off. She'll look you up and down telling you how pretty you look for her while you fluster under her intense gaze. As a reward for being so good for her recently she's decided to take you shopping.

Wanda will spoil you endlessly, buying anything you want. She'll rest her hand on your ass while you're walking to the next shop because she always wants to be touching you in whichever way she can. That way anyone who looks at you will know you're taken, and also by the dark marks she littered all over your neck the night before that she refused to let you cover up. You get a little embarrassed but you know you're proud to be hers. When you make a pitstop at a cafe for lunch, she'll have you sit on her lap, one arm wrapped securely around your waist and one resting on your thigh. Of course Wanda will order for you, she knows your favourite snack and drink anyway.

For the end of the day, she'll surprise you with one more reward and will let you eat her out as she knows how much you love her taste. She'll then allow you to choose what toy she uses to fuck you with and will fuck you till you cant think about anything but her.

-🦎

i firmly believe that wanda picks out your outfits for you. she's all like, "let mommy dress you baby, i want to pick he perfect outfit for my perfect girl," and you fall for it every time. she practically just makes you melt, and so here you are in one of the shortest skirts you own, floundering under wanda's intense green eyes.

"you look so beautiful, darling." she'd husk out, and you'd just get even more flustered than you already are, reminding her that you have things to get done today.

she'd reward you for being so on top of things by promising a reward while you're out for the day. it seems like the second you even hint at wanting something, she's already put it in the cart. you can't help but start to get needy, with the way her hand is dangerously low on your waist, her fingers brushing the sweet of your backside every so often.

you're tugging your hair around your shoulders, trying to hide the dark hickeys she'd marked you with the night before, but wanda just smiles at you and brushes it right back behind your ears, leaning in to whisper, "don't hide them, darling. i want everyone to know that you're mine."

of course, you take one look at her wide green eyes, and find that you can't deny her anything. so, you walk around with your head held high, and wanda doesn't think she's ever been this desperate in public before.

she can barely make it through the late lunch you have, what with you squirming all over her lap. her hand on your hip stops most of the movement, but she watches the flush gradually make its way up your neck and onto your pretty face.

"let me order for you baby. remember, mommy knows what's best for you." she'd murmur, and you'd agree, satisfied with the choice she picked out for you.

by the time you get home, wanda's so fucking proud of you that she just can't hold herself back any longer. she practically throws you onto the bed, ripping her clothes off as you squirm out of your own, before positioning herself above your eager tongue.

"as a reward for being so good for me, now you get to eat mommy out and make her feel good." she'd say, and you'd barely have enough time to nod before your mouth is covered by her dripping core.

you barely remember the rest of the night, the taste of her lingering on your tongue as she rewards you with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

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hehehehehe thank u so much for this one i wrote this with a rising fever so if its bad, im sorry

dw, i'm about to go take some medicine rn but i had to get the thoughts out

#🦎 anon #wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #wanda smut #wanda marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #lesbian #writing

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michelleinterrupted · 2 years ago

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Can u do a fem!reader wanting to do fuckshuts hair?

stop I love this sm. also I apologize for any typos, I just got acrylics for the first time and I'm struggling rn :,)

༺ fuckshit x gn!reader ༻

Fuckshit and I laid in his bed listening to the new Bigge cd he got yesterday.

He was on his back reading lyrics along with the music in the background.

I softly picked up a curl from near my face and twirled it around my pointer finger before letting it fall.

"You have such nice hair.." I whispered since our faces were pretty close to each other.

He looked at me for a second and smiled a bit at the compliment.

"Yeah..its a pain in the ass to keep up with though." Andre sighed in annoyance at just the thought.

"I could braid it if you'd like? You know, keep it outta your face n all.." I offered.

"Fuck it, sure." He agreed.

Fuckshit got up from his spot on the bed and sat down on the floor in front of me.

I sat up and swung my legs over so he was sitting in between them.

I decided on just one braid going down his back since it wouldn't take very long.

It wasn't the easiest thing since his hair was kind of a mess but I made it work.

Once I was done I realized I didn't have anything to tie it with, I scanned his room and didn't see any in sight.

"I dont have a rubber band or anything." I said, hoping he had one I didn't see.

Andre slightly rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie and slipped the elastic he kept on his wrist, handing it back to me.

I tied off his hair and smoothed my hands over the top of his head.

"All done." I kissed the crown of his head and rested my chin on top.

"Thank you, baby. Always so good to me." He thanked and tipped his head back to peck my lips while he smiled.

any likes, comments or reblogs are appreciated!! pls dont repost on other platforms unless you give credit!!

#mid90sfic #mid90s oneshot #mid90s x reader #mid90s imagine #mid90s #a24 #fuckshit onshot #fuckshit fluff #fuckshit imagine #fuckshit x reader #fuckshit #olan prenatt x reader #olan prenatt #a24 films

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 3 years ago

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Dandelions

My works on Tumblr are here

Written with an idea talked about with a friend

Synopsis: A Dazai x reader

When reckless love turns into another lesson learned the hard way, and leaves scars that would never heal.

Character(s):

Dazai

Mentions of other characters, with no importance.

Warnings:

Angst, mild violence, no happy ending cause I’m in that kinda mood rn.

Words:

1177

Gold showered the hills stretching for miles before their eyes. Two teens rested within a scenic space, with one sitting and watching the other. Their arms sprawled out in fields of flowers, feet kicking up the fallen petals of the spring blossoms. Their smile stretched towards him, filling the empty husk with a tingling warmth. His eye watched them twirl barefoot along the ground as they twirled, their feet delicate as if trying not to snap the petals beneath them. Their body glowed with the colors of sunset, their hair flowing in the wind like an angel. He didn’t deserve this, to see them so free and happy. His hands are tainted with the sins of his occupation, while they have nothing to hide, no darkness swallowing their heart.

“Osamu come on, run with me!” Your voice echoed in the empty space as you pulled him to his feet. With eyes twinkling like the stars beginning to spread their reaches over the sky, he lost himself looking into their glow. His feet moved with you before he could protest. His hand grasped yours as he found the smallest warmth blooming inside his chest. “What flower do you think I'm like?” Your soft voice, unscared by the world he belonged to, always sounded peaceful and angelic to him.

“Calla lily’s,” he spoke unsure of his words despite the silver tongue he naturally carried with him where he went.

“Beauty, purity, and innocence…” Your small pause of confusion before the sight he’d come to adore crossed your face never ceased to surprise him. The soft avert of your eyes and the slightly embarrassed turn of your face to hide the growing warmth brought from the chest to the face, he enjoyed this sight. “I think you're a dandelion, they're my favorites… They represent the return of life and an abundance of power and strength that results in a determination to always come back.”

He stared at them for a while, they had become the one person to always shock them with their words. No matter how much he said or did, they never faltered to appease him, always speaking their mind free of hesitation. Sitting 16, both of them, it had been the first instance where he’d realized the pulsing warmth growing in his chest was not something simple… It was a complex network of feelings sprouting from the barren lands that winter left. “Dandelions… aren’t they weeds?”

“They are not! Just wild flowers… they're pretty.” He found his lips lifting and their eyes slightly widening at the small hint of a smile crossing his lips. He tried to be genuine when he was around you, never placing a mask over his expression as he did with all the people he’d ever known in this life. He listened to their giggle, watched them wrap their arm around his, and run, pulling him along.

The feeling was new… he felt free? Was that the right term to describe the bottomless warmth that spread from the tips of his toes through his feet and twirled its way to his chest? His body moved lightly, swaying without their lead now. He chased them, the smallest laugh of his own escaping his lips. He pronounced them toppling into the bed of petals beneath their feet. He did not recognize the mix of sounds surrounding them. His own laughter was a foreign sound to him, but theirs… he loved it, hearing the melody swing along the wind as they tumbled and rolled with each other.

He realized how selfish he’d been, when the flowers no longer bloomed, and he found the note stapled to a bouquet of wilting lilies and dandelions… the smallest part of him twisted further than he’d ever twisted himself before. A hatred that ran deeper than the blood coating his days seeped into his head. He saw nothing in colors other than red.

His feet drove such hollow stomps even his partner didn’t dare to reach out to him, in complete fear of the boy, who appeared more like the devil himself than the Dazai he’d grown to know. His arms flung open doors that should have been opened by people beneath him. His head held high, like a mighty king coming to rescue his damsel from the enemy. “There you are.”

“Where are they?” He seethed, the single eye that showed sunk without any light, hollow black like the blood flowing through his veins.

“Osamu?”

You called his name, with the trembles of an earthquake echoing off the cellar walls. For a moment, his eyes looked over to you. The rivers slipping to the floor didn’t suit you. You should be smiling, you always smiled, never had you shown a tear before him like this. The smallest shake of your hands that lifted to your eyes drowned his ears in your voice. “Take this as a lesson, when you’re in this type of business, keep your secrets better hidden. This is checkmate, I beat the mafia’s demon prodigy.”

“I will tear you limb from limb the second you touch them.” Dazai’s tone sat colder than he’d ever felt himself fall before. Not even Mori knew about you, not Chuuya, not even his closest friend Oda… nobody but he knew you existed in his life. How had this imbecile figured out you were his lifeline, the water, and soil that allowed him to grow no matter how many winters tried to kill him, just like a dandelion?

“I love you…” His head whipped around once more to the honey-toned voice. The smile that he adored spread across and brought him a new kind of pain that tore him apart. The paper-thin layer of humanity he’d built was shredded in a minute. Whipping his gun out lightning-quick, only to hear the shot and watch as you fell to the side, chair and all, he felt his world fall apart once again. If he were the flower, then this stranger was the coldest winter he’d ever lived through.

Desperation set in as he shot, one, two, three…, twenty times through the stranger. His eyes lost all their glimmer that night…

In today’s world, he sat staring at the dandelion that sat in a mug, a flower he kept by his desk. “Dazai, flowers came for you.” The voice came from a co-worker of his, one he found similar to an old partner of his.

Just as he was about to suggest that Kunikida toss the flowers, he noticed the mix of pleasant memories. He took them in his hands, looking over for the sender unsurprised they were a gift from his old partner. Of course, he remembered what today was, six years without you, and yet, he could never seem to lose the sound of your laugh or the sight of your flustered reactions to his words.

He may have loved you back… how he wished he'd waited to meet you. Perhaps here, within the light, he'd have been able to truly feel that human emotion that filled a person with warmth.

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Hi! Omg I love your writing! I don’t know if you’re taking request rn or not. But can I please request something? This may or may not be a little self indulgent but…Can you please do one with Peter, where the reader is in medical school and she has a lot of assignments. She’s really stressed and doubting herself and Peter comforts her. It’s just all cute and fluffy! I would love if you wrote something like that ❤️❤️❤️

Hi! I'm so glad you love my writing and this request was absolutely wonderful. I hope it's to your liking- even though I might've drifted off of the path a smidge!

Patch Me Up, Doc

Peter climbs up the side of your apartment building before peeking into your bedroom window. He furrows his brows at the sight of you hunched over your desk, your fingers running through your hair.

He gently knocks on the glass, causing you to jump in your seat before swiftly turning around. “Peter,” you laugh and press your hand to your chest.

You stand up from your seat and walk towards the window, opening it for him. “Hey, gorgeous,” he grins cheekily and places a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“What are you doing here? I told you I couldn’t hang out today,” you ask him while bringing your hands to his chest.

“You did say that, but I thought I would stop by. Plus, I happen to be in the neighborhood,” Peter chuckles and moves to sit on the edge of your bed.

You roll your eyes playfully and cross your arms over your chest. “In the neighborhood? Peter, you live in Queens!” You laugh and shake your head.

“And you live in Brooklyn? Where’s the problem?” He jokes with you while holding his hand out to you. “Take a ten-minute break and say hi to your boyfriend.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you mention with a smile, taking a couple of steps towards him. Peter pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, feeling his breath hitting your skin. You let out a deep breath and comb your fingers through his hair. The two of you sit in silence, enjoying each other’s company.

“How’s the studying going?” He asks you after pulling away, his brown eyes meeting yours.

“Not very good,” you mumble in defeat, shifting your gaze towards your textbooks. “I can feel myself getting a headache and… I feel like I’m not retaining any of the information.”

Peter brings one of his hands to your face and strokes your cheek softly. “You need a break, honey,” he whispers.

You shake your head in response, removing yourself from his lap. “I-I can’t. This is my final grade. This determines if I pass the class and I-I need to. My future depends on this,” you sigh and plop back down in your computer chair. “My family will ridicule me if I fail.”

Tears slip from your eyes and you swivel your chair around, not wanting Peter to see you like this. You feel his hands on your shoulders and he starts to gently massage them.

“You’re so fucking smart, honey. It’s one of my favorite things about you, this big brain of yours,” he chuckles and presses a kiss on the top of your head. “You’re going to do so well and when you smash this exam, I’m going to take you out to a fancy dinner.”

You lean back against the chair, your head resting against Peter’s torso. “You really believe that?” You ask in a whisper, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Absolutely,” he grins and kisses your forehead. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips linger against your skin.

“Thank you, Peter,” you whisper to him. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

He chuckles and pepper kisses along the top half of your face. “I wouldn’t survive without you,” he confesses while twirling your chair around.

“Well, that makes two of us,” you laugh before gently biting your lip. The smile suddenly drops from your boyfriend’s lips, his back stiffening. You watch as he glances over his shoulder, following his line of sight. “Peter? What is it?”

You go to stand up when he pushes you back in your chair. “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out. Stay home and keep the doors and windows locked,” he tells you before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. “I’ll see you later.”

“I love you,” you breathe out, feeling your heart pounding against your chest.

Peter pulls his clothes off, revealing the red and blue spandex underneath them. “I love you,” he kisses you once more before pulling his mask over his face, sprinting out your open window.

Your fingers gently rub your forehead and try to stay focused on your studies, but you haven’t heard from Peter in over six hours. A deep breath leaves your lips and you glance at your phone for the umpteenth time.

You tuck your hair behind your ears and pull out your anatomy textbook, deciding to give up on studying for your exam. “Okay,” you mumble to yourself, combing your fingers through your hair.

The sound of knocking makes your pick your head up. You glance towards your bedroom door, listening closely to make sure you weren’t hearing things.

Another knock echoes off the walls and you twirl around in your chair, realizing the noise came from your window. “Peter,” you gasp and almost tumble out of your chair. You pull back the curtains to see your boyfriend clutching his side.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he grunts and you push open the window, letting him in.

“Peter, what happened?” You ask him while helping him into your room. You drape his arm over your shoulder and bring him to your bed.

He lays down on it and pulls his mask off. “I got into a scuffle,” he groans as you kneel onto your bed.

“A scuffle? Peter, you’re bleeding,” you tell him while trying to pull his suit off him. Your breath hitches in your throat at the two large gashes on his abdomen. “Peter!”

“Sweetheart, I’m okay,” he mutters while turning his head to face you. His masked hand grabs a hold of yours as you inspect the wound. “Sweetness.”

Your eyes flick up to his, noticing the weak smile on his lips. “I-I need to clean you up,” you stutter as tears come to your eyes. You’ve never seen him this hurt and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried. “Stay there.”

You slide off your bed and grab the medkit from the bathroom. Peter sighs and pushes himself to sit up. “Y/N, I can heal on my own,” he calls out to you while shoving the rest of his suit off, leaving him in just boxers.

“I don’t care, Peter. I’m cleaning you up. I-I can’t look at you when you’re soaked in blood,” you tell him, walking back into your bedroom. He notices the tear stains on your cheeks as you wipe your skin with your free hand.

He stays quiet as you kneel in front of him, placing the medkit on your bed. You tie your hair back while flicking on the lamp beside you. You sniffle a bit and grab the alcohol wipe from the kit. “Are you gonna tell me that it’s going to sting a bit?” He tries to lighten the mood, his fingertips brushing your forearm.

You look up at him through your lashes, seeing the light smile on your boyfriend’s lips. You snort and shake your head. “Stop it. I know what you’re doing. Let me be upset,” you tell him, dragging the alcohol wipe across his abdomen. Peter lets out a hiss as you collect most of the blood on his stomach.

“I just want you to smile, sweetheart,” he sighs and tilts his head back. You stop what you’re doing and return your gaze to him.

“I know it’s your duty to make sure the city is safe,” you start talking and resume cleaning his wounds, “and I may be studying to be a doctor, but that doesn’t mean you can grow reckless. Coming home with a couple of bruises is fine, but Peter… you could’ve bled out for all I know.”

After you finish attending to his wounds, you start to clean up. “I know, sweetheart,” he mentions as you walk into your bathroom again. You throw the bloody wipes into the trash and stash your medkit back under your sink. You rest your hands against the edge of the sink and drop your head. “But, believe me when I say that I can heal. Sure, it takes a few hours, but I heal. You don’t need to worry.”

You shake your head again and glance towards the bathroom door. Peter leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. Your gaze shifts to his abdomen, your eyes widening when you notice the healing process had already started. “Even if you can heal- I-I’m still going to worry about you. I love you, Peter,” you sigh while walking towards him.

“And I love you. I do this for you,” he whispers while bringing his hand to your face, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I don’t need you getting hurt to protect me,” you mumble while leaning into his touch. Peter leans forward and places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

His fingers comb through your hair before he chuckles. “But, then this really really pretty doctor won’t patch me up,” he teases while pulling back, a smirk coming to his lips.

You roll your eyes, finding yourself smiling at your floor. “Shut up,” you giggle and walk past him. “Why can I never be mad at you?”

Peter holds his hands out and tilts his head to the side a bit. “Because you love me too much,” he grins, taking two steps towards you. “Also, you want me coming home to you?”

A dark blush covers your cheeks and you cross your arms over your chest. “Pfft, what? N-No, that’s not what I meant,” you stumble over your words. Your boyfriend walks even closer to you, placing his hands on your arms. “Really? That’s too bad because I would love to come home to you every day… for the rest of my life.”

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teddybeartoji · 1 year ago

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ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WHEN ARE WE GETTING MARRIED WE NEED TO RN words cannot express how much everything you said mean to me:((( i read your notes first thing in the morning and you literally made my day two days in a row you're incredible doctors fear you fr I LOVE UU

I'M SO HAPPY U LIKE MY LITTLE PRINCE he's suuuuuch a little shit it's unbelievable like the times i rolled my eyes while writing this...............

"like a movie. all hazy and sunlit and sparkly. gleaming and bursting into his world." LIKE A MOVIE RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT???? GOD I'M SO GLAD IT SOUNDED LIKE A MOVIE BC I WAS REALLY TRYING TO MAKE IT SOUND LIKE A MOVIE AAAAAAA

gojo being a dummy and instantly taking this rough and tough knight as an angel.............. (me too gojo me too)

and omgf i'm so glad the action sequence came out ok (i was waltzing around my room with a pipe trying to figure out if the moves make sense or not. i'm still cool though right?)

gender roles are currently sucking my dick they have nothing on me I'M GLAD U GET IT. U UNDERSTAND.

"i love this kind of depiction of beautiful brutality" i'm crying i'm actually crying thank you for saying this

AND U SAYING U LIKE MY WRITING STYLE???????? MY WRITING STYLE???????????????? MINE??????????? i'm like a fangirl i'm printing everything u said out and gluing it above my bed

no bc knight!suguru is very important ok (he will be in the next ones too ofc ofc ofc)

EEEEEEEEEEEEE U LOVE KNIGHT!READER bro same though i was writing it and i was blushing......... i'm writing the next chapters and my my my ari you better prepare yourself ok

"knight!reader is violent and beautiful and dangerous and gojo is just watching them lovingly" RIGHT????? HE'S SO DOWN BAD

a headscratch would 10000000% fix him it's crazy imagine how soft his hair is though i think giving him a headscratch would fix me too damn

the differences between them will make u cry and it will make me cry (i was making the playlist today right and OH BOY we are in for a ride grab your tissues)

he soooooooo just wants to hear them say his name like he is ready to BEGGGGGG for it and it truly is nothing more than him just wanting to connect with them yk he's making a big show of it bc he doesn't know how else to do it

bantering on the battlefield yes yes yes fuck i'm so happy you get it

"i just know he was sitting there twirling his hair kicking his feet watching his beloved knight behead a whole man" LMAOO EXACTLY with hearts in his eyes smh

again - it means so so soo much to me what you're saying about my writing style and dialogue i'm sending u so many kisses n hugs

"HELP THE WAY HE WANTS TO HAVE A ROMANTIC MOMENT W U SOOOO BADLY" LIKE THERE AREN'T ACTUAL DEAD BODIES LAYING AROUND GOJOOOO GET A GRIP (no fr i am him he is me i would too simply ignore them if a fucking knight was in front of me)

THE BLADE TO HIS NECK IS COOL RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT WE SHARE THE SAME BRAINCELLSSSS

gojo getting a boner is canon okay i wholeheartedly believe he would get so turned on from seeing u fight and be mean and bloody and angry oh my god he's soooooo normal

really wanted them to have a cute little moment in the end after all the fighting and bickering they're so cute actually i'm so happy you love them as much as i do

SUGU RADAR IS BEEPING HAHAHAHAHAHAH

stsg meant to be always and forever (i have so many thoughts for the next chapter............. what if what if what if)

HELPPPP literally the second i laid eyes on gojo for the first time i knew i was fucked.........

ARI MY SWEET SWEET BELOVED THANK YOU FOR THIS TRUE LOVE LETTER i literally screenshotted the entirety of it i need your words with me forever and ever it means the world to me that you've taken the time to write this and that you're as crazy about them as i am you really did make my day<3333333 i hope you're having the best day the best night the best sleep the best food the best drinks the best of fucking everything you could ever fucking desire love u!!!!!

SUMMER - THE FIRST MEETING

☆. contains: prince!gojo satoru x gn!knight!reader; crack, fluff; meet-cute????; blood and death; tw gojo is fucking ridiculous; a couple of suggestive comments and a boner mention; also a knight!suguru mention (thank u moss); reader has scars

☆. word count: 6k

☆. note: dedicated to @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat thank you for being insane about them with me and thank you for being my inspiration<333

adrenaline pumps in his veins.

the branches scratch his marble skin as he runs through the forest, followed by the loud thumping of six or seven men. the sudden loudness amidst the trees scares even the birds, flocks of them flying in their seperate ways over the clear blue sky.

"c'mere, boy!"

"yeah! we jus' wanna talk!" their deep dark laughter echoes between the trees. the prince's heart thumps in his chest - for once in his life he might actually be a bit anxious. nervous, even. no, no way. he'll talk himself out of it just like any other time. his charm will save him.

"wanna see what your insides look like, pretty boy!"

okay, maybe not.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

he tries to catch a glimpse of them over his shoulder and immediately trips over a branch, falling face first into a cute small clearing. the perfect little spot for a murder attempt of a prince.

"well, well, well. if it isn't the honored one." says one of the men that had been chasing him. another one steps into the clearing after him and from the corner of his eye he spots another pair. he's clearly outnumbered.

"why hello, gentlemen! fancy seeing you here! didn't take you for nature guys but it is a lovely day today, isn't it?" still down on the soft grass bed, the prince tries to slowly back away from the hunters before him.

"where's your sword, boy? stupid of you to come out without it. you never know what lurks in the shadows, heh." another voice booms from the left. two more men leaning on trees, one of them plays with a knife while the other lights a smoke. the bright sunlight bounces off the knife, making the prince gulp.

now typically, he would have it with him but well, he hadn't really planned on getting ambushed, now did he? his plan was to enjoy the warm weather and time away from his father. so this time, he does not have it. this one time he decides he'll do fine without it is the time for these money hungry bastards to make their move. how unfortunate.

"i was actually hoping to use one of yours." he says with a smile.

the men laugh.

a bald one steps forward, the leader the prince presumes. he plays with the tip of his blade, letting it glide over his palm as he starts making his way over to the prince.

"you really are as arrogant as they say. d'ya know how much your head costs?"

the prince laughs.

"what's so funny, boy?"

"i don't think you gents can even comprehend how much my head would cost."

a palm flies over his mouth, surpressing the giggles thrathening to leave. how can one be so proud of his own joke? his attackers stare at the prince with straight faces - they either don't understand or they're seriously beginning to take him for a bit of a loony.

"not funny? i thought it was funny. you know, head?" the prince's tongue pokes at his cheek, his hand making a back and forth motion and one of the men gags. "what?! you're the ones talking about my head!"

"enough."

the baldy is only a few steps away but the prince doesn't really have a plan. should he run again? the castle is far, would he even make it there? sure, he's fast but there's way more of them. hell, there might be more hiding in the trees. what if they do have horses somewhere? they'll catch him for sure. shit, where is suguru?

and as if an aswer to his question — a sudden loud neigh cuts the tension on the clearing and a saviour appears.

a black horse, with a mane darker than night, stands back on it's hind legs - looming over the prince and the peasants. a figure sits up high, bright sunlight beaming from right behind them, the shadow hiding their face. but the prince knows — it's not suguru. no, this is someone else entirely.

armor clangs as the figure hastily jumps off their horse, mumbling a quick go, boy! to the animal. he takes off into the woods, leaving just the hunters and the prey behind.

a knight. coming to save him.

"step back." confidently unsheathing your sword, you point the silvery blade at the baldy. your voice is rough and the prince definitely doesn't recognise you.

"we were here first." he bites back.

"he's mine."

and then the prince falls into a dream-like state. the short interaction between his knight and the bandits falls deaf on his ears as he's busy taking you in. who are you? you're surrounded by some kind of holy light — an angel, sent just for him. he has never seen you before, he'd definitely remember you if he had. he glances over your armor, noticing the small specks of rust covering the joints of the cuirass. you're not wearing a helm so the prince can take his time to remember your eyes; the big scar running down across your right eye forever engrained into his mind. and it's not the only one – you've clearly taken some hits; a strong warrior nonetheless. your eyes are set on the bald bastard in front of you – cold and hunter-like? absolutely devoid of fear and anything alike, you know you will best the men before you. you shall brush them off and count this as a quick and simple victory. your posture is immaculate, your head held up high – it's making him a bit jealous really, all the times he's been lectured about not having a straight back flood his mind. he should be ashamed. his eyes fall to your lips; they're a little chapped but that's completely understandable. a mighty knight like you doesn't have the time to worry about such silly things, although the prince thinks he would gladly (and generously) share some of his special made lip balm with you. preferably straight from his lips to yours.

a sudden light in the corner of his eye breaks breaks him from his dream and gives him a second to scoot backward – to escape the sharp blade coming down his way very fucking fast —

it lands right between his thighs, awfully close to his precious manhood and he gasps. big widened eyes gaze up at the perpetrator but before he can say anything, a quick swing at the man's neck makes the lump in the prince's throat grow in size. the man's mouth opens and closes twice, eyes rolling back before the whole head rolls off the body. it falls between the prince's legs, right next to the sword, the body following a mere second later. blood splatters out of the limp figure, painting the lush green grass a deep dark red color instead.

"next."

the prince blue eyes rise from the sight in front of him to you and your eyes meet for the first time ever. a prince and his knight.

but moment doesn't last. you tear your sharp eyes from his infatuated ones and glare at the men hiding in the treeline. it seems they need a moment to collect themselves – as they should. not everybody is able to cleave a head off a body in one swing.

they've heard stories about you.

an abrupt war cry emits from behind one of the trees, accompanied with the fast heavy steps of the man sprinting towards you. he's a good distance away, giving you more than enough time to ready yourself. his eyebrows are furrowed, fingers tightly gripping the sharp blade in his hand. he's approaching quickly, the ground thumping under his feet. you make your stance directly in front of the prince, ready to protect him, ready to keep him all to yourself.

while you're focused on the bastard coming straight for you, you barely make out the other pair of feet advancing from the other side.

"watch out!" a loud warning comes from down below you, the prince watching the scene unfold with exhilaration. this just might be his dream – he's the damsel in distress and you are his knight.

but to you, it seems that these poor men (including the prince himself) still underestimate you.

the yelling man meets his demise the second he's in your reach, a swift deep slash across his body stopping him in his tracks - he'll bleed to death in a matter of minutes. you think about how stupid they are for coming out here without armor or any other sort of protection. did they really think killing the prince would be so easy. however, you don't have time to contemplate the decisions of these silly little men because the other bandit is about to be on you.

almost stumbling over the prince's lanky legs, you realize that you're putting the prince way too close to the danger. you wouldn't want him to get hurt, now, would you? so, you take a bold step toward your attacker and pressuring him into making his move earlier than expected - which in turn, makes dodging it easier than expected. he swings his sword but you dodge it; he does it again - this time in the opposite direction but to no avail. you strike him once, twice – sending him staggering backwards before finishing him off with slash to his throat. he falls.

you're panting; a light sheen of sweat covers your forehead – a drop runs down the side of your face. the heavy armor and the sword are taking their toll but it's nothing new, you're used to this. thick dark blood drips from your blade - they're good friends by now, they often meet. the silver and red mix together, making a color you know all too well.

meanwhile, the prince sits on the soft grassy ground, observing the brutal scene. his hands shake from the adrenaline still pumping in his body; the excitement of the whole thing making him grow restless – desperate for some action. every day he sits in the castle, rows of words filling his vision – it's boring. he tries to bother suguru as much as he can, it's pretty much the only entertainment he has. sometimes he still messes around with the maids; aimlessly flirts with the younger women and cracks jokes with the older ones. but it's not enough. he needs this.

so, he scrambles to grab the dead man's sword from between his legs, drawing your attention away from the treeline, where three men still prowl.

"stand back, your highness." you try to command him.

"no way." he replies with a smile.

you reach out your hand, ready to push him aside - to usher him toward the other side of the clearing but a deep voice interrupts you.

"would you look at that, the boy wants to play too?" he chuckles darkly.

"bold of you to laugh while your friends lay dead before you." the prince sharply snaps back.

the man stays quiet.

you stare at him for a moment, raising a brow at his arrogance. you've heard that the prince has had some training and that he is supposedly good with a sword but to be this excited in a moment like this? he's something else, you surmise. he takes his place slightly behind you, ready to "watch your back".

in theory, you're still outnumbered even with the prince alongside you. the men are circling around you and it's hard to keep them all in your sights. two of them seem to be more focused on you, seemingly the only good idea they've had in a minute, and one is going straight for the prince.

they all make their move simultaneously, running wildy at the both of you. a loud clang — a swing against your tough armor; the heavy hit almost making you lose your balance. you collect yourself fast and take a quick left - successfully ducking away from the next blow. but the taking on two people at the same time is no small feat; the other bandit smacks you right in the middle of your face with the back of his sword, immediately flooding your senses with the tangy smell of blood. the warm liquid drips down to your lip and you can almost taste it. no, wait - you can taste it. a cut in your tongue, deep and painful, the result of it getting caught between your teeth. you've always thought it hard to bite your tongue and now, a mouthful of blood clogging your throat confirms that you won't be doing that again. you spit some of it out and bare your red stained teeth at the attackers.

the prince behind you is, surprisingly, holding his own very well. he's enjoying it. a cocky smile plays on his lips as he toys with the man. taking a step to the right and then to the left, as if checking his footwork.

"not bad, tough guy!" the prince laughs, making you glance over your shoulder but the movement in front of you brings your focus back to your guys. tired of playing around, you juke one of them and cut off the hand holding the blade; the man's wailing music to your ears. whilst he cries, you stab the remaining man right through his chest.

the prince and his dance partner are still going at it. the man swings his blade at the prince and he deflects it with ease. he keeps taking steps forward, forcing his opponent to back up; it's clear who's controlling the fight.

it's quite pleasing to watch; how smoothly he walks; with no shame - like he owns this clearing (he quite literally does). just like you, he knows he's already won this duel. it pleasing to watch how he raises his sword with a smile; how he knows there won't be a single consequence to anything he could possibly do to this man. he can have his time with him.

but there's a very distincitve difference between him and you. while the prince uses every possible chance to taunt and mess with his rival, preferring to toy with them - you would never. it's what really reminds you, who you're fighting alongside with. this is not some random drunk in a tavern or a even a skilled knight on a battlefield - it's the prince. a boy, who's used to playfighting instead of surviving.

your heavy armored boot sinks into the ground as you step between them, swiftly slicing your sword across his knees, making him fall down with a sob. you wipe the blood from your nose, slightly smearing it on your cheek.

"this isn't a game." you deadpan to the price. it's uncanny, how good he looks. no. scratch that. it's uncanny, how excited he still looks. a smirk stays glued to his lips, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are just about to pop out of his head, pupils so dilated that the crystalline blue color of his eyes is almost entirely gone. his lips are parted and he's panting a little, resembling a puppy - ready to do anything just to go outside and play.

"why not? i haven't had this much fun since – i don't know, fucking forever, probably."

the two last bandits cry on either side of you but you pay them no mind.

"these men are trying to kill you, your highness." blood pools in your mouth and you spit it out, wiping your mouth once more.

"whatever." he laughs. he plays with the blade in his hand but his eyes are cemented to your bloodied lips.

"whatever?"

another loud cry comes from the man with no arm.

"there are constantly people trying to kill me. it's no big deal." he drops the sword, aware he won't be needing it any longer.

"must i remind you – you looked pretty terrified before i arrived, your highness."

the prince's mouth falls agape. how dare you mock him? and how dare you look so good while doing it?

just when the armless man opens his mouth to let out another annoying wail, you end him with a strong blow, putting him out of his well-deserved misery.

"and need i remind you, i am your prince." he stands next to you, eagerly trying to assert dominance but the jutted out lip almost makes you laugh.

"oh, my deepest apologies for offending your pride, my prince." you bow down, just enough to really get your teasing point across. you spit out another clump of blood. stepping to the very last dying man on the clearing, you swat away his dirty hand and slice his throat. you watch the red liquid flow out of the wound and down his body. you watch the light go from his eyes and you let out a deep sigh. closing your eyes, you lift your head up to the sky, momentarely basking in the warm sunlight.

the silvery heavy boots you're wearing are absolutely tearing into the back of your heel and the constant irony smell and taste is getting rather annoying. your tongue hurts and your fucking nose hurts and if you're being honest, your whole damn body hurts.

but the over exaggerating sigh emitting from the prince makes you take a peek at him. he's almost mimicking you - standing up with his head lolled back and eyes closed, he also seems to be enjoying the sun. just like you.

gives you time to just look at him, though. his hair still looks soft as ever, like he hadn't been fighting for his life a few minutes ago. you know, he takes care of his hair - he just seems the type to spend inexplicably long in front of his mirror making sure the white tufts of hair sit nicely. his pretty little prince attire is messed up, though. it's dirty and stained green in some places; it's wrinkled, deep lines running all over his body. but then, you spot a patch of red on his beautiful pale skin. the dirt and the wrinkles you can look past but blood on the kingdom's beloved prince is a bit too much. he can't go back to the castle like that, can't have his parents worrying. can't have the king and the queen worrying. so, you abandon your place in the sun and walk over to him. the prince barely has the time to open his eyes before you're roughly grasping his chin and smashing his cheeks together.

"you uh- have a little something here, your highness." you wet your thumb in your mouth and bring it to his cheek, gently wiping it clean.

he should be at least a little disgusted. he's the prince! how dare you touch him like that! with your own fingers; with a saliva coated thumb, wiping at his precious face and oh, his thoughts are running wild in his head. he wants more of that. he needs more of that. sure, it's dirty – he doesn't know where your hands have been. well, he kind of knows, considering he literally just watched you decimate six men. but your hand cradling his jaw is something he doesn't get that a whole lot.

sure, his mother kisses him on the cheek every once in a while and there are people helping him dress and even wash himself but it's just not it. he wants somebody to really touch him. like you're doing right now.

he's staring down at you, looking at the concentrated look on your scarred face. the close proximity is already clouding his head, the touch deprivation really kicking in. yeah, no, he's officially addicted.

when you finally release his face from your hold, his own hand rises to return the gesture but you harshly swat his hand away.

"none of that." you grunt as you for the nth time of the lovely afternoon, wipe your own blood off off your face. turning away from him a piece of clothing on the ground catches your eye.

"so you're allowed to be all bloody and muddy but i am not?" since your back is turned to him, you can't see his face but you're so sure you just heard him pout.

"because my appearance does not matter, your highness. all that matters is you being returned safely."

"right." his eyes bore into your figure, trying to take a mental picture of the cravings on the back of your armor. he doesn't recognise those either.

bending down you pick up the piece of cloth made out of the most expensive materials, surely, just for the prince. swiping your rough fingers over it, you marvel in the softness of it. it's completely and utterly foreign to you. not meant for you to touch.

"i do believe this is yours, your highess?" you turn back to him and reach out your arm, offering it to him. he nods but makes no attempt to retrieve it from you.

"shouldn't you put it on, your highness? doesn't it hurt?" you inquire, genuine curiosity evident in your voice.

"no, i want to keep looking at you without restrictions."

usually, you don't fall for such simple words. usually. but this really caught you off-guard. your breath hitches just a little as you stare back at him. he confidentally holds your gaze, no regret in his eyes. if anything, a glint of proudness shines in them. you try to brush it off.

taking a few steps, you simply push it into his hands and a bright smile plays on his lips as he pickets the blindfold. he's annoying, you conclude in your mind.

in the background you hear a quiet neigh, breaking the sweet little moment between the knight and the prince – your horse letting you know that it has returned to you.

"he's very well-trained." the prince muses.

"he is." you look at your companion with pride and beckon it closer. stopping right in front of you, his dark mane glistens under the sunlight. you give him a few pats before adjusting the saddle.

"unlike you, of course." it's a mumble, if anything. a quiet breath under your nose yet the prince hears it nonetheless - his eyebrows shooting up.

"excuse me?"

you look up at him.

"you are excused, your highness. 'though, i really oughta return you home now, i'm sure your parents are terribly worried." you gesture to the horse.

he scoffs. "ah yes, surely, the king is worried."

you hum knowingly. you've seen him waltzing around town a few times, a bitter old man; desperate to keep his claim on the land and even more desperately trying to build a clone out of his son. trying to open up his brain and stuff it with battelfield strategies while the boy himself is occupyied with actually taking care of his people. that much you know about him.

stepping back from the saddle, you motion for him to climb on but to your displeasure, the man steps back.

"wait-wait! i don't even know your name! you just saved the prince, i really should now your name." he says loudly. he speaks like he's not afraid to take up space. you envy him.

"that is irrelevant, your highness. now, please." you motion to the animal beside you again.

the prince takes another big step backward into the centre of the clearing. he does a spin, enjoying the warm sun and completely ignores the dead bodies all around him.

"satoru."

you look at him confused. the boy stands in the field of blood with a beaming smile and an outstreched hand. inviting you in. "my name."

"i know your name, your higness." you stare at him blankly. this is the prince? your kingdom will soon be in his hands? you're doomed.

"well, i want you to use it."

"absolutely not, your highness."

"i command you."

...

satoru's lips twitch upward – awaiting for your reply; thinking he's won already. clearly not enough people tell him no.

"i pretend i do not hear, your highness."

his shoulders fall, his lower lip jutting out. "but you have to!"

"i do not, your highness."

"isn't a prince's command sacred?" he skips over to you. "or something?"

"or something, your highness." you sigh, looking at him, silently begging for him to climb onto the horse and be on your way to the castle and then to the nearest bed. you reckon you deserve as muc —

"where do you think you're going?"

a voice - coming from the other side of the clearing. it's deep, like thunder. and there he is. the seventh man of the group and he's big. this is who the guys were probably betting on doing the all of the work. shit.

"hey, who are you?!" the prince shouts and you almost push him into the bush next to you.

"i see you've already dealt with my dear friends. that's a shame. one of 'em owed me a drink."

"and you'll be dealt with, too, if you don't stop right there!" you yell back at him, making him laugh.

"listen here, tin can," the humiliating nickname makes the prince snicker and you have half the mind to actually smack him. "i'm not here for you. 'm here for your pretty little boyfriend."

"he is not my boyfriend!"

"no? so you're not on a lovely stroll in the woods together, hm?" he's now in the middle of the field and the reality of this man's size is making you gulp. he's very obviously towering over the both of you and well, armor won't really do anything if your opponent can just crush your skull.

"we actually are!" the prince answers with a smug smile. and this being the final straw, you hit his shoulder with everything you've got, making him stumble backwards.

"how dare you?" he whispers. you try your utmost best to ignore him.

unsheathing your sword, you start making your way over to the man.

"good luck!"

"oh, fuck off."

the prince is sure he's in love. and since love is blind, he definitely does not see the real danger of the situation; he truly believes you will kill this man in one go and you'll be on your merry way home. he'll be swinging his legs while sitting behind you, whistling alongside the birds.

"what kind of a man doesn't fight his own fights?"

"the prince kind, you dumb fuck."

you meet him smack in the middle of the blood field. fingers gripping the handle of your blade; how does one fight a giant? you hold your ground, boots leaving a deep print into the mud. a flock of birds flies high above you, altering the way the sun bears down on you. it shines right into your eye and the second it's gone, the giant is a foot lenght away from you, angrily raising his sword – ready to make you bleed —

but then his mountain-like body moves a step to the side, a force pushing him aside and away from you.

the prince.

your eyes widen and you try to pull him away from the giant but you're too late – his heavy hand does it for you and prince goes flying back; falling back onto his ass, groaning and moaning. you lock eyes with the bandit boss and clang! — the sound of his rusted sword colliding with your polished one reverberates throughout the whole forest. the entirety of this man's strength is making your knees buckle and he chuckles at you. another clang and then another; one right after the other. you don't stop; with taking big steps you force him to lose his edge of towering over you. another clang but this time you spin youself from under the impact, pulling your sword upwards and scoring a hit on the giant. red blooms from under his shirt but he's unrelenting. a swish and a clang and yet another clang - and you manage to trip your rival; he bares his back to you and is punished for it immediately. a strong swing of your blade tears into the skin of his neck, the red now pouring out. he falls to his knees, facing the prince. a growl leaves your lips when you raise your sword for the last time for today - it smashes through the thick pinkish meat of his neck once more and with that, you've beheaded exactly two men today.

a clap.

a clap is what brings your eyes up from the lifeless body laying dead on the ground.

"knew you could do it!" the clapping echoes in your ears; another bloody ball of spit leaves your mouth and you wipe the remains with the back of your hand. "jus' needed a bit of help at first, no big deal."

the eye roll you give him only irks him on. "all offense, i did not need your help, your highness."

"i don't know, definitely looked like you did, though. the sun seemed to be doing a number on you."

a few fast paced steps toward him make the corners of his lip pull up even higher. fuck, that's really beginning to get on your nerves.

"get up."

"nuh-uh."

...

"w- what do you mean 'nuh-uh'? get up, i'm taking you home."

"has anyone ever mentioned that you're very bossy?"

"has anyone ever mentioned that you're very irritating?"

"yes, many times actually." he says it like he takes pride in knowing that.

"that is not a good thing, you know."

"lay here with me a moment."

"are you fucking serious?"

his answer is a smile. FUCK.

"get. up."

"tell me your name and i will."

"this isn't a negotiation. get up."

"c'moooon."

"get the fuck up."

"you look really good from this angle, you know."

in one quick motion, the tip of your blade touches his jaw - the cold steel tilting up his head. his adam's apple bobs and the sharp edge slides an inch on his glassy skin. he would rather give up one of his precious balls than to admit that you do look a bit scary like this. but just a bit. it's the quiet anger in your eyes; he can see that you're holding yourself back. if he were anyone else, he'd surely be dead already. you're clenching your teeth, your jaw tensing. it's hot.

your burning eyes bore into his icy blue ones and a short breath of air escapes your nose. it's the twinkle in his eyes that's really pissing you off now. you're getting tired; this isn't a game. the tip of your blade presses more into his skin, making him back down with a breathy chuckle. he thinks you won't hurt him.

oh, but you will.

the cold blade sinks half an inch into his neck, stopping when a drop of blood dribbles down it. the sun shines down on the warm liquid, making it appear lighter in tone than it actually is. it trickles down the prince's neck and straight onto his whiter than snow shirt. just a drop.

the prince holds his breath. a new kind of excitement running in his veins. blood rushing to... somewhere.

"up."

when all he does is blink up at you, you press the sharp blade deeper into the small wound, making him wince - a small ah-ahh leaving his pink lips.

"i will take you home now. understood," a final push. "your highness?"

the prince nods against your weapon; feeling his pants getting tighter and tigher by the second. he shakes his head to rid of these thoughts. you are his saviour, his angel, his knight. it is inappropriate.

to his surprise, you offer him a hand, which he so generously takes. the small and short-lived skin to skin contact making his crush only worse. pulling him up onto his feet he bumps into you, making him almost lose his balance if not for your hand in his. this is the same man from before? who was toying with his opponent? weird.

the prince clears his throat and refrains from commenting on the fact that your warm hand still sits in his. it takes you a second to realize and you pull away from him as if you just got burned. the prince wipes off the blood on his neck – the wound remaining a constant remainder of you. looking away, you sheathe your sword and step towards your awaiting horse. you also feel the need to clear your throat; a strange lump keeps forming in there and you don't really know why.

the prince follows you with quick steps and this time, to your surprise, he doesn't fight on the matter of going home. he lets you get on first and then with the help of your offered hand, he sits himself behind you – arms circling your armored waist. for safety purposes, of course.

with a shallow breath and a gentle shake of your head, you grab the reins – letting your noble steed know you're ready to go.

the ride to the castle is quiet (you figure it would be time for the prince's afternoon nap anyhow). birds chirp on the branches growing over your head, squirrels chase each other down the tree barks. the late afternoon sun is slowly starting to set, warming the back of the sleepy prince behind you. an unexpected weight rests itself against your shoulder and you try to glance at it – and it really is the sleepy prince. his eyes are closed, his long elegant white eyelashes lay against his skin. his cheek is completely smushed against your armor, both lips jutted out as if awaiting his fairytale kiss. he's kind of cute like this. when he's not being a dick.

a gentle smile graces your lips as you continue on your ride to the castle. upon arrival, you're met with the townsfolk's glares. understandable, considering you have a knocked out prince on your back.

"hey!" a smooth voice calls to you and you're met with another knight. he's beautiful.

he's stood by the castle gates, convering with another servant but seeing you he scraps his sentence and hastily makes his way over to you. he's holding his helm under his arm, his dark black hair gently blowing in the summery wind. his eyes are glued to the man behind you – you can see the worry swirling in them. and you can also see it disappear when he hears the prince snore. "is he sleeping?"

a sigh. "yeah."

"fuckin' christ. of course, he is." his eyes have now found yours and he's studying you. you're not from around here, at least not from this town. he reckons you're here for the money; he doesn't blame you. "thanks for bringing him back."

"sure."

"i'll get him inside and then i'll bring you the reward." he slightly shakes the snoring man but nothing.

your eyebrows shoot up. "the reward?"

"for bringing him back? the king put out a reward?" it's the knight's time to sigh. his big hands wrap around the prince's waist and he pulls him onto his shoulder. watching him getting manhandled like a doll is quite funny to you. the knight does the smallest jump in order to move the limp body into a more "comfortable" position before looking at you.

"oh... no need." you tell him.

"no? the king put it out, not me, you know."

"i know. just... buy the sleeping beauty a new fancy little outfit with it, why don't you?" you can't hide the small little smirk on your lips, imagining his reaction to your words.

the knight snorts quietly. somehow he already knows the prince will be asking about you the second he opens his eyes. he'll bombard the black haired knight with questions about you as if he'd know any better. he's already preparing himself for the headache he'll surely get.

you take one last look at the prince on the knight's shoulder and rein your horse away from the men, setting your mind on finding a place to stay.

this prince — this irritatingly beautiful boy with an even more irritating personality and an even more beautiful smile won't definitely haunt you for the rest of your life. he won't.

right?

#ari <3 #friends!!#my god and i'm actually crying #you're soooooo sweet #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #like if going insane over these two weren't enough #and now you #with this #what will u write on my gravestone now that u've killed me #wahhh #crying and laughing #love u lots #AND I MEAN THAT

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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Morning Routine Pt.2 (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part One

Pairing: Videographer! Wooyoung × Camgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Loving his new job as the videographer for a camgirl, Wooyoung has no idea about the new project she has in mind for her channel.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Non-established relationship, p*rn filming, use of sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, handjob, p*rn viewing, unprotected shower sex (always use protection), slight degradation, multiple orgasm (female) these horny mfs can't keep their hands off each other, Y/N has a thing for Wooyoung's arms (who doesn't?)

Taglist: @seacottons @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie @mingismoon @ateezbabysitters

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Wooyoung threw his head back, eyes shut as his mouth uttered out some rather loud and harsh grunts. Tiny sweat beads formed along his hairline, his forehead creasing slightly as he fully immersed himself on stroking his hard length. His head was filled with images of the previous night with his new housemate, images of her dressed in the most alluring black playboy bunny outfit bodysuit, completed with ears, collar, cuffs and everything else. It was like a dream come true, watching her look extremely pretty as she played around with her pussy in front of him as he filmed her. To continue the bunny theme, she had taken out her pink rabbit vibrator, making sure to tease him, and her viewers later, by licking the longer part of the device, covering it in her spit before inserting it inside her tight little hole. Wooyoung would never get the picture out of his head as he witnessed her overstimulating herself over and over until she had tears brimming down her cheeks.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" She gasped violently as tiny spurts of her orgasm squirted out, staining the carpet underneath her. Wooyoung didn't even know that she was capable of squirting like that, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen before his eyes.

"Holy shit."

Just remembering that image had him holding himself up on the vanity counter with his free hand, the other furiously pumping his shaft with intensity as his white semen started to pour out of him and spill onto the floor. He panted heavily as he came down from his high, chest heaving up before lowering back down. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he grabbed a couple of tissues and proceeded to clean up the mess he had made, discarding the waste into the basket underneath the vanity. Pulling his pants back up and throwing on his black sweater, he looked at his reflection in the mirror one last time, only needing to fix the part on his growing black hair. Satisfied with how he looked, he came out of the bathroom and picked up his bag that he had laid out on his bed, books and materials ready for the day.

Stepping out of his room, he had to do a step back when a certain feline scared him by her mere presence outside his door, meowing loudly at him, almost like a whine.

"Oh god, don't scare me like that Baby." Smiling he stooped down to try and pet her head, but in her usual fashion, she hissed at him before scurrying off. Wooyoung let out a sigh and shook his head.

"One week after moving here and she still treats me so coldly." He didn't understand what was up with that cat, seemingly warming up to him only to revert back to her aggresive behavior.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, his face broke out into a smile as the object of his deepest fantasies and affection was currently standing in front of the sink again, finishing up her task of drying the dishes she had just meticulously washed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts and cotton underwear. Coming up behind her, his hands cupped at her waist as his lips pressed themselves against her cheek.

"Took you a while to come out." She chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he had been doing in the bathroom.

"Morning to you too beautiful." He greeted her, lips pulling away only to dive into the side of her neck.

"Woo, you're going to be late for school." She reminded him yet made no effort to push him off her, enjoying the way his hands caressed her hips too much.

"No I'm not, I still got plenty of time."

Turning her around, he wasted no time in connecting their lips together, parting and closing them over hers in a fervent and needy way. Y/N couldn't suppress a moan when one of his hands dropped in between her thighs and caressed its way up. His palm started to rub her clothed heat, paying close attention to the wet spot starting to form at the bottom of them. Y/N gasped into Wooyoung's mouth when he suddenly slipped his hand inside her panties, fingers immediately working on her clit.

"Wooyoung please.." She whimpered, hands clutching onto his arms. Even through the fabric of his thick sweater, she could still feel the muscles of his strong biceps and that turned her on even more. Her hands grazed across his arms, and Wooyoung chuckled lowly as he knew what she was doing.

"Love my arms babygirl? Yes you do, especially when they're manhandling you down on the bed."

It was a good thing his arms were holding her up because she nearly fell to the floor as her mind recalled all the times she had been pinned down to her bed or to wall by Wooyoung's biceps. It was a borderline fetish now and she was not ashamed of it. Y/N began whining as Wooyoung's fingers continued playing with her little nub.

"Woo..." Her breath hitched, a sign she was about to cum, body growing hotter by the second.....

Until a disgruntled cat broke the two apart, pouncing on Wooyoung from behind as her claws dug into his thighs as they usually tended to do.

"Oh my god Baby would you kindly fuck off?!" Wooyoung exclaimed as he backed away from his lover in pain as he tried to get the Persian cat off his body.

Y/N immediately went over and grabbed her, her master's touch making her calm down and retract her claws enough to pry her off Wooyoung. The poor boy was rubbing on the attacked spot, face grimacing at the dull pain. Looking back, he narrowed his eyes at the cat, who likewise had her pupils turning into slits when she noticed him glaring.

"God dammit, can't even play with my favorite pussy because that demon pussycat wants to be a cockblocker."

As if understanding him, the cat hissed at him once more, body trying to jump out of Y/N's arms and no doubt lunge at the man in front of her.

"Ok ok that's enough. I think you need some catnip to help calm you down." Y/N kissed the top of her pet's head, trying hard to appease her.

"And you should probably start heading to school. Don't waste anymore time."

Wooyoung grabbed his bag again and slumped it over his shoulder.

"Fine, only cause you ask me to."

He came up to try and kiss her goodbye, but when the feline got agitated once more, he decided against it.

"Ok I'll see you later." Wooyoung waved at her.

"Don't forget, we're filming something else later tonight as well." Y/N smirked, petting the top of her cat's head in a comically fashion.

"Oh please, do tell me what my favorite porn star is planning." His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he stared her up and down.

Holding a finger up to her lips, Y/N giggled.

"It's a surprise and you get to find out when you come back."

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With eyes glued to the screen, Wooyoung continued to edit the video in front of him. He had been so immersed in his other endeavors with Y/N that he had nearly abandoned his other pending projects he needed to turn in. Luckily for him, it was rather easy since they weren't that difficult. The hard part was trying to ignore his classmates that were sitting and hovering around the computer next to him, giggling and snorting amongst themselves.

"Honestly, where's that mean, grouchy librarian when you need her to shut some idiots up?" Wooyoung thought to himself, twirling the pencil that was currently held between his index and middle finger.

Judging by the tiny crowd next to him and the weird moans faintly coming out of the speaker, he knew for sure that they were definitely not watching something family friendly.

"Typical." He mused to himself, humming out a little tune in hopes of drowning out their incessant and lewd chatter.

"Ok but guys, I need to introduce you all to this really hot camgirl I recently found. You won't believe it." One of the older guys named Seonghwa lightly pushed his way in the middle, fingers delicately typing away at the keys in front of him. Scrolling down for a while, he found what he was looking for and promptly clicked on it.

"This was her most recent one. Literally uploaded last night."

Although the volume was turned significantly low so that nobody suspected anything, Wooyoung's ears perked up as they distinguished an extremely familiar voice whispering obscene and dirty phrases towards her audience, ones that had been repeated over and over in his head for a while. Slightly pushing his chair away from the table, Wooyoung leaned back and tilted his head as unsuspecting as he possibly could to look over and get a glimpse of what his classmates were looking at. Just as he suspected, on the screen was none other than his beloved roommate in the attire she had worn the previous night. His face blushed slightly and he quickly looked away, afraid of getting caught looking over at their direction.

"Damn she's smoking hot." A classmate his age, Mingi spoke up.

"You know I'm more of a cat person, but fuck. I'd let that bunny hop herself on my lap and rut her sweet little ass on my cock."

Wooyoung's thumb pressed hard against the pencil he was holding, a tiny vein popping out of his neck that showed his displeasure at hearing such things being said about his fuck buddy.

"Keep dreaming Choi San." Wooyoung muttered under his breath in a passive aggressive tone.

"Ok but seriously, who's the bastard that gets to film her videos?" Mingi asked, a hand coming up to push up the glasses that were falling low on his nose bridge.

"Whoever he is, he's seriously one lucky guy." Seonghwa stated with a gloomy look.

"Yeah. Probably gets to jerk himself right in front of her as he's filming no doubt." San huffed, voice clearly laced with envy.

Wooyoung tried but failed in keeping a straight face, a smug grin appearing on his lips as he continued his task at hand.

"No but I get her to help me out after each session." He seriously wanted to say that out loud, but he contented himself with that knowledge that was a secret between him, Y/N and her cute yet menacing cat.

"Fuck it, I'm subscribing to her channel. Do you know when her next video will be up?" San whipped out his phone, tapping away at the keyboard as he looked up Y/N's camgirl profile on the website.

"I don't know but she's been a lot more active recently, posting a lot more content than before." Seonghwa answered.

"Great, cause I can't wait for her next project."

Wooyoung laughed inside himself when he heard San say that

"Trust me, neither can I...."

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With the camera held in his hands and the all too familiar throbbing inside his pants, Wooyoung kept his gaze locked on Y/N as she was spread across her bed. If he thought she looked stunning the night before, it was nothing compared to what she had on at the moment. Her body was exceptional beautiful in the glittering body chain lingerie consisting of a silver rhinestone bra that had a connecting waist belt with metallic tassels dangling from the ends. To top it all off, not only was her makeup more extravagant than the ordinary, but she had even gone as far as applying sparkling highlighter on some parts of her body like her shoulders, collarbone and the top of her breasts. She truly looked like an ethereal queen, one that many people would love to get a glimpse of up close and personal.

Y/N was a mess of stuttering gasps and whiny moans as she continued bouncing herself on the 8" dildo in between her thighs. She often open her eyes and look at the camera with a hazy look while adding a few comments that were bound to rile her viewers even further.

"I'm so close. I'm gonna cum...." She exhaled deeply, teeth biting harshly down at her lip.

"Are you gonna cum with me?"

Wooyoung felt like he very well could cum untouched just by the sheer sight of her. The dildo was lodged so deep inside of her, one could see it bulge out of her lower abdomen. She herself knew it as well as her hand brushed along the outline of it.

"Your cock feels so good inside me, I don't think I can hold off any longer."

With hands firmly pressed on the mattress to hold her up, she fucked herself so roughly down onto the sex toy, her cries becoming more loud and staggered.

"Oh fuck! Cum with me! Please cum inside this pussy of mine." She pleaded.

She collapsed on the bed after reaching an intense high, her mouth agape as she took in deep breaths to calm her heated body. Reaching down, she pulled out the dildo, a thin clear line of arousal coming out as well. Holding it up, she waved it in front of the camera, knowing fully well Wooyoung had zoomed in close to her face.

"Until next time my darlings." She giggled and gave an expert wink at the lenses in front of her.

"And cut."

As soon as he said those words, Y/N sat up and took hold of Wooyoung's arm rather sharply, pulling him so he could follow her into her bathroom.

"Whoah, still got energy left after that show princess?" He snorted when she closed the door behind them.

Huffing softly, she took the camera out of his hands and carefully placed it on the vanity counter.

"I'm sticky, sweaty and in need of a shower." Within giving any other explanation, she began unzipping Wooyoung's pants and sliding then down his legs.

"And I'm here because....?" Although he knew very well why she dragged him with her, he still loved feigning like he didn't know what she was up to.

"Because showers are a lot more fun when you have company." Looking up at him, she smiled and tapped on the bottom of his shirt, a signal for him to remove it, which he of course did.

After a pile of clothes was accumulated neatly and tossed in a corner, the two individuals stepped inside the glass surrounded shower. Turning it on to a cool temperature, both of them emitted soft sighs at the feeling of the refreshing water pouring down their bodies. Taking hold of her pink and soft sponge, Wooyoung took it upon himself to clean her body of the sparkling residue left from the makeup. Making sure to create as much lather as possible, he began to gently swipe the sponge across her body with slow and gentle movements, being careful with her skin lest he accidentally scrubbed too hard. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but she loved having intimate moments like this with him. Taking showers together just because, without needing anything to happen between them. Cooking together, which she ended up finding out Wooyoung was an above average cook, which added to his fatal charms that had her melting for him. Or just cuddling together on the couch as a movie played, more often than not ending with one of them on the floor after they decided to start play wrestling amongst themselves, both of them in fits of giggles afterwards.

After making sure to cover her body with the floral scented soap, Wooyoung stepped back and moved her so the majority of the shower head was aimed at her, rinsing off the foam around her body. Watching it trail off her figure and down the drain, he let out a satisfied smile at his work.

"All better?"

Instead of answering, Y/N came up to him and rested her head on his chest, eyes closing as her hands took hold of his arms to wrap them around her. Getting the hint, Wooyoung held her body against his, fingers lightly running themselves down her back in soothing strokes. Reaching up, her hands came up to rest against the muscles on his upper arms, fingers tapping against his skin every now and then. Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh softly when he felt her grip tighten around them.

"What exactly is it about my arms that makes you horny over them?" He questioned her.

Frowning slightly, Y/N pulled away to look at him.

"I do not get horny over your arms, excuse me." She defended herself against what she considered to be slanderous talk.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Wooyoung let out a scoff.

"Oh really? Then tell me everytime I wear a sleeveless shirt, you're practically drooling and keep your eyes off them?"

It was a good thing there was water splashing all over them or else Y/N wouldn't have been able to camouflage the subtle blush that appeared on her cheeks.

"I do not." She interjected.

Shaking his head in a teasing fashion, Wooyoung leaned in and pecked her lips.

"Beg your pardon miss, but I've seen the way you eye them, especially during my workouts."

Making sure to flex his muscles, Wooyoung gripped her tighter against his body, pressing her unbelievably close as his arms encapsulated most of her body, leaving her slightly out of breath from the tight squeeze he gave her.

"Is it cause you like having me smother you in an embrace with them?"

Wanting to play around with her even more, he suddenly pressed her back against the tile wall, arms coming down to place themselves at the back of her thighs.

"Or cause you like it when I man handle you like this?"

Y/N groaned when she felt Wooyoung's mouth start pressing kisses along her jaw and neck, tilting it back so he could have more space to work with. He chuckled when he felt her breath hitch.

"You're so easy to rile up beautiful." He pointed out in a cocky manner.

Not wanting to let him get away with his behavior, Y/N slid a hand down his chest before taking hold of his dick, making it spring back to life and get hard once more after forgetting how aroused it was when the cold water splashed onto it. She made sure to pump it vigorously, causing Wooyoung to pull back and moan loudly at her ministrations.

"I could say the same about you handsome. Just one brush of my hand against your thighs and your little friend comes up to greet me."

Closing her lips over his, any sound about to escape was muffled by her tongue which slid its way inside his mouth, massaging itself against his own wet muscle. As one hand continued stroking along his shaft, her other hand came down to cup underneath and fondle his balls. That action further fed his aching need to bury himself inside her wetness.

"Getting a little hot my love? Bothered? I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand." Knowing exactly what she was doing, she squeezed his balls rather hard as her thumb circled around his tip. That and the fact she bit down at Wooyoung's bottom lip was enough to make him lose control of his senses. He could no longer hold back after hours of having her tease him.

Prying her hands off him, he placed one hand on the back of her thigh and wrapped her leg up around his waist, allowing him to slide his length rather easily past her folds to rest inside her heat. Pressing her back against the wall once more, Wooyoung dropped his other hand down to her other thigh.

"Hold onto my arms." He whispered against her ear, a command she didn't need to be told twice as her hands placed themselves on his biceps. Hoisting her other leg around his waist, Wooyoung didn't wait any longer and immediately began slamming his hips into her. Having been sexually frustrated since their interruption that morning, both of them basked in the enjoyment of having their lower bodies connect again.

"Oh fuck- you're still tight even after fucking yourself wide open with that dildo?"

Y/N's hands clung tighter to his arms, nails nearly digging into his skin. Her wails were only half heard due to the pounding of Wooyoung's cock that had her back hitting against the wall behind her, cutting off her sounds midway. The way he gripped at her thighs was so strong that she had no doubt about having purple bruises on those spots for days to come, but she didn't care. Her mind was too focused on the overwhelming feeling of his cock inside her, cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

"You like me fucking you like this baby? Cock deep inside this little pussy of yours?" He taunted her as his timed thrusts continued to impale her tight core, slick and warm walls tightening around his hard shaft.

"Yes! Fuck me just like you are doing!" She exclaimed, eyes looking down to watch as his cock drove out of her only to ram itself back in. At this point she was becoming light headed, feeling intoxicated by the tension building in her body, ready to snap at any moment.

"Fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" She whimpered as she clawed into his arm muscles, making Wooyoung hiss.

"Then fucking cum like the slut you are." He growled against her ear.

With a piercing shriek, her walls tightened unbearably against his length, pulsating as she came hard all over him. Even during the peak of her climax, Wooyoung maintained his pace and harsh pounding, not giving her an ounce of pity to diminish the euphoric sensation overtaking her. Pulling out of her and safely bringing her back down, Wooyoung tilted her chin up so she could look into his lust filled face.

"If you think we're done, you're wrong baby. I'm not quite done with you yet."

Swinging her body to the left, Wooyoung pressed her body up against the clear glass window that covered the shower. Taking hold of her hips, Wooyoung's cock lodged itself inside her warm walls once more, the sound of smacking skin bouncing against the walls. Y/N placed her palms against the clear glass to keep her steady as his hungry cock fucked her in a furious rhythm. She could barely keep her eyes open as she was overly sensitive from not only her previous orgasm but from having played with herself rather intensely during their filming session.

"Fuck- your cock feels amazing." She moaned out in a low and airy tone.

"Yeah? Is it better than all those toys you fuck yourself with?" Wooyoung cooed against her ear.

"God yes! Way better. Wooyoung you fuck me so good." She responded, her wailing becoming higher in pitch as another build up began to rise up in her.

"So good that you'll cum for me a second time? Will you?" Y/N knew that wasn't a request, it was an order, an order that her body couldn't resist fulfilling, especially when the angle his hips hit against her ass had the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot continuously.

"Cum on me one more time beautiful. Let me feel you again."

Falling under the spell of his command, Y/N let out sputters of his name as her legs trembled under her, threatening to give out on holding her up had Wooyoung not had his hands keeping her upright as he kept pushing his cock into her from behind. It wasn't long before he himself felt himself being tipped over the edge.

"Shit! Oh shit!"

With a few more pops of his hips, he was done, spurt after spurt of cum filling her pussy up until it started running down her legs, getting swallowed up and washed away along with the rest of the water pouring out from above them. They both stayed still for a couple seconds, each one trying to catch their breath and steady their heartbeats. Resting his forehead atop of her shoulder, Wooyoung's raspy breaths were the only things she could hear.

"Fuck Y/N....." She let out an involuntary smile when he whispered that, his labored breathing telling her he enjoyed that quite a lot.

Withdrawing himself from between her legs, Wooyoung's dick softening after finally being able to find release in Y/N's body. Making sure to do a final rinse to clean up any leftover cum, Wooyoung turned off the water and carefully guided Y/N out the shower, knowing fully well her thighs were burning after all that.

"Easy there beautiful, don't worry I got you." He smiled ever so sweetly at her as he picked up a towel and draped it over her shoulders. Y/N let out a groan as she reclined back against the counter, exhausted from their intense love session.

"Wooyoung, could you please get me my pajamas and help me dress?" Her bottom lip poked out, voice slightly frigging after having her vocal chords nearly ripped out from all the screaming his cock had her doing.

"Of course beautiful. I'll be right back."

Booping his nose against hers, Wooyoung tied a towel around his waist before scurrying out of the bathroom in search of something comfortable for Y/N to wear. Through pained hisses, Y/N managed to turn her body so she was facing the mirror in front of her. Bending down, her face gave out a tired smile towards the camera that she had placed strategically on the counter beforehand, the tiny red light indicating it had been recording everything that happened in the shower, unbeknownst to her partner who was still in her drawers looking for her clothes. Reaching over, she stopped the film and made sure to save the file, a sly smirk on her face as her mind was already coming up with the title of her next project.

"Fucking my camera boy in the shower without him knowing...."

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