#The blush isn't very noticable on my part but if I made it any more red the tan line wouldn't be visible

[blythedolly]

6 days later

—♡ synopsis: when leon tries to confess his feelings, his lack of self control takes over once again.

—♡ warnings: pervy leon (he’s kinda gross but in a hot way), innocent girly reader, possessiveness, teasing, loss of virginity, fingering, handjob, oral sex (reader receiving), biting, choking, aftercare, confession of feelings, fluff, best friends to lovers. not for minors. read part one here!

it had been 6 intensely slow days since leon had painted a very confusing picture between your legs with his tongue, and you had absolutely no intention of bringing it up. you were unsure if it was shyness, or fear of ruining the sweet friendship you shared with him. you decided if anyone was going to bring this up first, it would be leon. he was the one who initiated it, so it's only fair. 

you had seen him almost every day since, your usual friendly (nearly too friendly to be considered platonic in any form) ways of showing affection to each other were established. as always. leon’s large hands drawing pictures on your sweet thighs as you sat between his legs. back resting against his hard chest. his other hand busy playing with the pretty pink bows in your hair. the differences in styles was one of leon’s favorite things. you were always wearing the most girly attire, tonight was a pretty pink tank and those pj shorts that are very familiar to him, meanwhile, he was wearing a black tank and grey sweats. 

obviously, you couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, and it was making you mad that he hadn’t brought it up. but tonight was movie night and you were staying over. in which you always talked each other’s ears off. surely he was going to bring it up, right? 

blush crept up on your cheeks at the thought of the event, and your cotton panties grew wet as you recollected how his tongue felt as it separated your folds in the most erotic and obscene way. the effect he had over you has always been quite ridiculous, but now it has just gotten worse. so much worse. 

you used your smart brain, which he always complimented and praised and thought of the sweet memory as your fingers desperately swirled around your clit. every single night since. you wondered if he touched himself at the thought too, you hoped he did. 

god, you hoped that he did. 

you looked back at him carefully as your head rested against his muscular shoulder, his eyes focused on the screen whilst the movie played, his hand still resting on your bare thigh. 

why isn't he saying anything? was I just a one-time fling? 

his eyes were heavy, he was getting tired. you sighed and looked away from him, but felt your tummy flip once you realized how loud it sounded when it escaped your mouth. 

he noticed immediately and his eyes traveled down to you. 

“are you gonna tell me what's wrong, doll?” he asks, as if he didn’t already know what you were thinking. 

“no,” you muttered, staring blankly at the screen. he repositions himself, and you. moving you from between his legs so you were facing each other. you huff, crossing your legs as he rests his head against his headboard. 

“tell me. now.”

“leon n-”

“it wasn't a question, tell me what’s on your mind,” leon moves his hand back onto your thigh. fuck, why is he doing this?

“why are you doing this to me, leon?” you ask, your tone as serious as it could possibly sound. leon tried to fight off a smile, it just sounded so cute to him. but he knew it irritated you when people didn’t take you seriously. 

“doing what?” he asks, you roll your eyes.

“you had your mouth between my legs not even a week ago and now you’re acting as if nothing even happened? I thought you liked me but obviously I was just a stupid fling of yours or something,” you blurted out, tears brewing in your eyes. he could hear the pain in your sweet voice, and it made him frown. you moved quickly to stand up, but his hand wrapped around your arm. pulling you back to him. 

“that's not what that was at all, oh my god. I do like you, so much more than a friend,” he says, wiping away a tear that fell from your eye. “I was just.. ashamed that I didn't tell you, and I just acted out my feelings by not being able to control my impulses. I was horny, and I couldn't control myself around you anymore.” you blinked many times as he spoke, listening to his words closely. 

“i get horny too, leon. really horny. i’m not some prude. you don’t have to treat me like i don’t know anything about sex just because you’re more experienced than i am,” you tell him, finally gaining the courage to meet his eyes. “I wear this kind of stuff around you for a reason,” you add, barely above a whisper. 

leon’s demeanor abruptly changes due to your confession, his grip on your arm growing tighter. “say that again,” he demands. you gulp nervously.

“i.. I wear that stuff around you on purpose... I wanted you to see my... my pussy when i bent over,” you say shyly, he groans. feeling himself twitch in his boxers.

you were disgusting, just like him. and he fucking loved it. 

he pulls you onto his lap roughly, plushy thighs straddling his waist. you gasp, enjoying the way his roughness hurt your skin. your cushiony cheeks blushing as you met his eyes once again. his hand creeps towards your inner thighs, watching your facial expressions closely. your lips were slightly agape, eyebrows furrowed and your eyes were heavy. convinced he could cum alone just by the effect he has over you. over your sweet body. 

“i bet you've thought about my tongue a lot. huh, sweet girl?” you nod your head, distracted by the way his fingers circled the skin of your inner thighs. so close to your beating little button. 

“i’ve thought about it too,” he leans forward, his lips not even a centimeter from your own. “think about my mouth on that pretty little cunt all the fucking time,” you whined, hips instinctively bucking forward to seek friction. unable to hold himself off any longer, his hand finally made contact. gripping your plushy pussy over your shorts. 

“same ones you wore when I buried my face in here, huh? how cute..” you moaned, nodding your head. “y-yeah, knew you liked them so...”

“I do like them, but I also want to rip them the fuck off,” he says, his tone sounding aggressive, yet so sexy and desperate. it was only making your cunt throb. “and your panties. think you can do that for me, baby?” you whine softly at the pet name. 

you move off his lap for a moment, slipping your pj shorts and soft panties down your legs before straddling him once more. placing both of your hands on his strong shoulders. he bit his lip at your eagerness, and his perviness was making you so fucking wet. 

“you’re dripping, disgusting little thing you are,” he smirks, sliding his fingers through your puffy lips. you gasped, his pupils dilating at the sight of his fingers between your legs “getting a wet pussy over my gross words and lack of self control..”

“mhm,” you mutter, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers touch every crevice between your sensitive folds. 

“what am I going to do with you? hmmmm...” he knows exactly what he's going to do with you. he just had fun taunting you. his desperate, dumb, sweet angel.

“n-need you to touch me again... please,” your hands squeeze the material of his tank, naked hips humping his hand as it explores your cunt. “do you wanna.. do you wanna fuck me, leon?” you ask, your sweet voice making him melt. 

“of course I do, baby,” he smiles, finally pressing his lips to yours. he immediately pushed his tongue inside of your mouth. the kiss was messy and borderline disgusting, but you loved it. every time you whined into his mouth, he added more pressure with his fingers between your legs. then suddenly, two of his thick fingers pushed inside of your dripping hole. you screamed into his mouth at the intrusion, the stretch of his fingers bringing tears to your eyes. his self control had clearly been thrown out the window once again, but you didn't care. because it felt so good. 

“such a good girl,” he praises, causing your walls to clench tightly around his fingers. he uses his free hand to grab ahold of your own, lowering it between leon’s legs. “gonna make you cum so many times tonight. think you can make me cum too, yeah?” he says against your lips, you nod your head. 

“atta girl,” he smiles, moving your hand into his sweats. “just do exactly what you think you should, think you can be a good girl and do that for me, baby?” you blush, nodding your head even more eagerly than the first. you do as he says. slipping your fingers into his sweats and boxers, wrapping your fingers around his rock hard cock. he groaned, bucking his hips into your hand. “fuck, good fucking girl.”

you were a little unsure of what you were doing, but leon's reactions and words reassured you that you were doing good. his own fingers became relentless inside of you in return, your soft moans filling his room every time he hit a sensitive spot inside you. you moved your soft hand up and down his shaft continuously, your thumb swiping the bead of precum off his tip which made his eyes roll back. “just like that, mhm,” he moaned, moving his head back so he could watch your face contort. he knew you were close, you were breathless, humping his hand like a bunny in heat. 

“gonna cum all over my fingers, pretty baby? is that why your face is all scrunched up?” he asks, and you nod. he speeds up his fingers, and you fall apart with no warning. you scream as your body convulses on his lap, your glistening cum painting his hand and wrist. the way you were shaking caused his own orgasm, muttering profanities as he came inside of his boxers, his cum leaking onto your fingers. he slowed his fingers inside of you as he grabbed your hand, moving it up to your mouth. you lick his semen off of your fingers with delight, looking into his eyes. you could've sworn his eyes went dark at the sight, like there was a demon inside of him trying to escape. 

you giggle as he watches, making a little show out of it.

“dirty little thing, fuck,” he smiles, finally removing his fingers from your warm pussy. he licks your wetness off, groaning at your sweet taste. before you could finish coming down from your intense high, he threw you down on the bed. pinning you down with his large body. just about tearing off your tank top, leaving you completely bare beneath him. 

“god, look at you,” he mutters, looking down at your body. “could do anything to you and you'd just fucking take it.” you whine as he lowers his head, tracing his nose along your jawline and neck. he inhales deeply. he's making you feel like prey. he’s the hungry wolf, and you're the poor animal he's about to feast on. you almost feel ashamed that your cunt is pulsing by his actions. you love it so much. 

he moves his way down your body, biting at your breast before taking your nipple into his mouth. he sucks hard, making your back arch off his mattress. your whines only making him more devious. he moves his attention to the other one momentarily before biting and licking his way down your torso. leaving as many marks as he possibly could. 

“gonna fucking destroy you, sweetheart. make you mine forever,” he smirks against the skin on your tummy, before biting reasonably hard. you gasp, the action causing you to spread your legs wide for him. he settles between them, gripping your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. he sucks dark marks onto your soft thighs, biting them until he could taste your sweet crimson blood on his tongue. he wasn't ashamed at being disgusting with you anymore, what was the point in holding back when you were just as disgusting as him?

he licks over the teeth shaped wounds, collecting every drop of your blood. you found yourself wanting to beg, beg for his tongue on your pussy, but you were enjoying it all too much. you never wanted it to end. 

“don't even need to do this, since you're so fuckin wet,” he says, sliding his tongue painfully slow against your dripping wet hole. “but this is for me.” he groans, before latching his mouth onto your entire pussy. 

you moan loudly, back arching off the bed. your hand flies down to his hair, pulling the golden strands harshly. he groans into your cunt, his lips sucking on your clit as if he was put on earth solely to please you. “l-leon, oh god...” you whine, leon groans into your pulsing cunt. shaking his head from side to side. he was relentless. 

the coil in your tummy was already on the verge of snapping, leon could tell by the way you were clenching around his tongue. he raised his hands to pinch both of your nipples, desperate to have you falling apart all over his mouth and tongue once again. 

you gripped his hair tight and bucked your tired hips into his face as you came, gushing into his mouth and all over his tongue. your screams filled the room, and the way you convulsed on his face just made him wanna stay like this forever. 

he finally moves his head, and you whine as he gets up. towerring over your exhausted frame. “relax, baby.” he smirks, pulling down his sweats and boxer shorts. 

your eyes travelled down his body, breath hitching as he revealed his cock to you. you gulped, it was very big. at least 7 inches, veiny and perfectly curved. you bit your lip, legs still wide open at his despair. 

“i’m gonna fuck that pretty pussy for real now, okay?” you whimper, nodding your head. making sure your thighs were spread open as far as they could go. he moves between your thighs, hovering over you, feeling his warm cock hitting your inner thighs. he captures your lips in a messy kiss, letting you taste yourself as he slid his cock up and down your dripping core until it was covered in your cum. 

he wastes no time, lining it up with your entrance and sliding it in slowly. it gave everything in his not to thrust it all in at once, but this was your first time. he may not have had self control, but he'd never want to scare or hurt you. he went in inch by inch, paying close attention to your gasps and facial expressions. since you were so prepared, needy and wet, he bottomed out in no time. 

once he was fully inside you, you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching around him so tightly. it felt so good being so full. full of him. the sting almost had you drooling. his eyes rolled back as he appreciated your tightness, stretching your delectable pussy open for the very first time. he felt so privileged.  

“feel too good… fuck. are you ready for me, baby?” he asks through an abundance of groans, and you nod your head. with that, he began fucking you. he started out with slow thrusts, moaning into your mouth as your tight walls sucked him in impossibly deep. he was able to control himself, but as soon as the words, “please, more leon,” fell from your pleading lips, it was over. 

he began drilling into you, hard and fast. you screamed for his repeatedly and your nails clawed down his arms. he was groaning loud as he abused your hole, he couldn't help but watch your pussy as he slid his cock in and out. god, it was sinful. he could've started drooling when he saw the ring of cream your cunt had left at the base of his cock. 

your hands moved to his back, scratching pretty marks into his skin as he kept up his relentless pace. 

“god... look at you, taking me like you were fucking made for me,” he says breathlessly, eyes still locked onto the sight of your cunt sucking him in. you tried to respond, but the pleasure was too intense, all you could do was pathetically whine. “you were made for me. all this time... I’ve known it. you’re fucking mine,” you moaned at his words, feeling the familiar tingles in your stomach once again. 

“yours... all yours... always,” you whine, and before you could think anymore, you were cumming around his relentless cock. your back arched and your torso pressed against yours as leon’s ears were met with the most sinful scream he'sever heard. you were convulsing and drooling. he came at the same time. how could he not? groaning loud as his hot load flooded into you. he couldn't stop staring at you as you came for him. he slowed his thrusts once you had finished, wrapping his arms around you once he had eventually stopped. his cock still buried inside of you. 

“oh my god, baby,” he laughs, pressing a soft kiss to your jawline. you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. he held you close, feeling you shake in his arms. he was so proud of himself. 

“lost control again.... hm?” you mutter out with a smile. he laughs, nodding his head. 

“maybe a little bit,” he replies, a gentle blush creeping up on his cheeks. 

“mhmmm, me too,” you add, looking up at his. he leans down kissing your lips. this one being soft and delicate, not like the others. you smiled, brushing a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. before either of you could say anything else, he pulled out slowly. he kisses your head gently before moving off of you. you whine as his presence moves further away from you. he heads into the bathroom, grabbing a warm wet towel for you. he comes back and cleans you up, so gently and carefully. he grabs one of his clean shirts and you sit up as he pulls it onto your body. he smiles to himself, so different to the clothes you’re usually wearing. he moves his attention to your soft hair, fixing the loose strands. you blushed. smiling down at your lap. 

once he was done, he sits back on the bed and pulls you onto his lap. “gonna take you out to dinner tomorrow night,” he blurts out, and you smile.

“oh really?” you ask, playing with the hem of the shirt you now wore. 

“mhm, i need to do this right. without the temptation of a bed nearby,” he jokes, and you giggle. 

“sounds good,” you say shyly, which he notices. 

“oh come on, how could you still be shy after all of that? my cock was just inside of you for fuck sake,” he chuckles, his words making you hide your face in your hands. 

“leonnnn, stop,” you whine, laughing nervously. he grabs your hands and moves them away, kissing them both. 

“it’s okay, baby. don't you hide from me,” he says, fiddling with your fingers as he spoke. you nod your head softly, you look at his, his heart skipping a beat as he stares at your beautiful features. 

“i’ve fallen so hard for you, i hope you know that,” he adds, hearing the nervousness in his tone. you smiled, finally hearing the words you wanted to hear. your best friend liked you back, as more than just a best friend. holding in your excitement was almost impossible, but you did it. 

“i’m yours, leon. in every way,” you say as your eyes meet his. “i’ve always been yours,” you cup his cheeks in your hand, kissing his lips softly

he felt so lucky. you were his girl. his sweet, precious girl. always.

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[awearywritersworld]

my very soul demands you

sukuna x reader summary: you introduce sukuna to cuddling and romance novels. meanwhile, he's still struggling to make sense of his feelings for you, despite wanting to commit murder because another man had the nerve to touch your arm (which earns him a lecture from yuuji). w/c: 2.5k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. angst to fluff. jealous!sukuna. aged up!yuuji. features yuuji x reader. cursing. banter. hopefully not too ooc for sukuna. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: this could maybe be read as a stand alone, but it'd flow much better with the context of the previous two parts. lots of denial and begrudging softness from sukuna here. definitely more fluff than anything tho. this series has been fun to write, so thanks for reading<3 i appreciate reblogs or feedback! let me know if you'd like to be tagged in any additional parts. series masterlist // masterlist

when you crawl in between sukuna's legs and curl up against his chest, it's a foreign experience that makes his body stiffen.

he'd been with countless women during his lifetime, but while fucking is one thing, he never once found himself in a position that struck him as this... intimate.

"hold me," you whine as if you can sense his unfamiliarity with such matters.

he rolls his eyes, beginning to wonder if your habit of throwing orders at him is actually some sort of compulsive need. "didn't anyone ever teach you manners?"

despite his irritation, he acquiesces to your demand and once he envelops you in his arms, some of his rigidness dissipates.

you hum contentedly. "isn't that better?"

"it's tolerable," he asserts, his chest vibrating against your cheek.

"whatever you say." tangling your legs with his, you turn your attention back to the movie you've both been watching.

he doesn't understand this... tedious display of affection, nor does he particularly enjoy it... right?

and he only allows it because he can't rid his mind of the image of your tear stained face... right?

yeah, that has to be it. he figures he can endure this, given that he was the reason you were so upset earlier.

it goes without saying that he doesn't realize it when he begins to rub absentminded circles on your back.

and the way the warmth of your body forces his usually tense muscles to relax goes unacknowledged.

when the credits begin to roll, sukuna's wearing an expression of unimpressed disinterest. "that's seriously how it ends?"

you don't respond, so he looks down only to find that you're fast asleep.

"tch. you ask to watch a movie, force me to pick it, and then you don't even have the decency to stay awake." he's not sure why he's chiding you even though he knows you can't hear him, but he keeps his voice low enough that it won't disturb you.

sukuna's spent more time than he cares to admit watching your sleeping form, but this is the first time that it's actually him you're pressed against. it's the first time he can reach out and touch you.

your hair has fallen across your face, so he pushes it back behind your ear gently. the pads of his fingers brush against your cheekbone, a ghost of a caress, and his gaze lingers on your parted lips.

he lets out a deep breath, tearing his eyes away from you. "impertinent brat."

reaching for the remote, he flips off the tv and casts the room in darkness.

upon waking up in the morning, yuuji's confused once he notices that he's on the couch and you're sleeping against his chest.

he may have been half asleep when he arrived home, but he's still positive he went to bed. stretching his arms above his head, the movement jostles you from your slumber.

"mornin', baby."

"good morning, yu," you yawn in response, shifting to sit up.

"how'd i wind up on the couch?" he asks, though he's already got an inkling of the answer.

"oh," you blush. "sukuna kind of made an appearance last night."

"that so? how'd it go?"

you think there might be a shadow of a smirk playing on his lips. is he teasing you?

"good," you offer. "we watched a movie."

"watched a movie with the king of curses," he muses before his face breaks out into a lopsided grin. "you sure are somethin', baby."

returning his smile, you lean in and press your lips to his. "hm. says you."

it's not uncommon for you to meet yuuji for lunch if his mission is short and nearby, and today is one of those days, so he eagerly makes his way to the cafe you agreed on.

he's still a few hundred feet away when he spots you through the window, chatting with a man he recognizes as your childhood friend.

his gaze drops to where his hand is wrapped around your forearm as you both share a laugh together.

it doesn't really bother yuuji, he trusts you implicitly and jealousy isn't an emotion that's really on his radar. the same can't be said for everyone, though.

sukuna watches on as well, his thoughts much darker than his vessel's. who does that wretch think he is, putting his hands on you?

you're not his to touch.

"give me control," sukuna growls, his mouth appearing on yuuji's cheek.

"and why would i do that?"

"so i can rip his heart out and gift it to her since he seems so interested in offering his affections."

"duuuude," yuuji begins, somewhat amused. "i don't think she'd be super crazy about you murdering her friend."

"fine," sukuna bites back, well aware that yuuji has a point. "but he can live without his filthy hands, can't he? perhaps i'll pull each arm from his torso—"

yuuji snorts. "you have some serious issues, man."

he can feel sukuna trying to take over and easily curbs the attempt, though that only fuels the king of curses' irritation. "my only issue lies in the fact you're allowing this to happen."

yuuji reaches the door, a bell chiming through the cafe as he pulls it open. "she's a big girl. she doesn't need either of us to dictate what can and can't happen to her."

once you see your boyfriend, your face lights up and you call out his name. you place a kiss on his cheek and snake an arm around his waist in greeting, and the space it puts between you and your friend is enough to keep sukuna from protesting further.

"you two have met, right?" you ask.

"yeah! hey, itadori! it's been a while."

"it has! good to see you, yamada."

"i'd love to stay and chat more, but i have to get going," he states, leaning in to give you a hug which you return. "we should all go out together soon!"

"absolutely not, you deplorable knave—" yuuji slaps a hand to his cheek before sukuna can continue and yamada gives him an odd look.

your eyes widen for a split second and you have to stop yourself from facepalming.

"what'd you say?" yamada asks, sounding a bit hesitant.

"i said absolutely, sounds like an enjoyable night!"

the men exchange a handshake before you and yuuji make your way to a table.

"sukuna, what the hell was that?" you hiss once yamada's out of earshot.

"i don't know what you mean," he responds smugly.

you meet yuuji's eye and he just shrugs his shoulders, but you swear the corners of his mouth twitch upward.

you can't imagine anything good coming from the two of them colluding with one another, but let it go anyway.

opening up your menu, you sigh in defeat. "if you say so."

"what do you mean you'd rather disembowel yourself?" you question the man sitting across from you.

it's becoming more commonplace to see those dark marks adorning yuuji's body during the nighttime hours. you sometimes wonder if he's letting it happen or if sukuna's just getting better at taking over, but you're too nervous to ask.

"do you need a dictionary? there's one over on the shelf—"

"no, asshole. i know what disembowel means! i just don't understand your refusal."

he raises his eyebrows at the obscenity, but doesn't comment on it. "i'm not reading some inane romance novel."

"but brontë's one of my favorite authors!"

"it makes no difference if it was penned by the gods. the thought alone is absurd. can we move on now?"

you don't respond. instead, you cross your arms and stare at the wall defiantly. your face is contorted into an expression that lets sukuna know you're clearly affronted.

"very mature, you silly little girl."

"sorry you find me and my interests so childish," you huff.

"oh, please. that's not what i said."

you continue giving him the cold shoulder, having no desire to argue further, but more than willing to die on this hill.

"fine, don't talk. it's no matter to me," he claims (despite it being the furthest thing from the truth).

as the minutes tick by, he keeps looking at you from the corner of his eye and exhaling dramatically.

eventually, he calls your name in an exasperated tone, and while it makes your heart flutter, you still don't spare him a glance. you just hold the book out for him and to your surprise, he rips it from your grasp.

"you're ridiculous," he grumbles, opening the cover to reveal the first page. "i hate you."

when he glances over to see you're beaming at him despite the insult, he adds (albeit half heartedly), "i mean it, brat."

the two of you sit in silence, each of you reading your respective books. a few chapters in, sukuna comes across the following conversation:

"do you know where the wicked go after death?" "they go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer. "and what is hell? can you tell me that?" "a pit full of fire." "and should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?" "no, sir." "what must you do to avoid it?" i deliberated a moment; my answer, when it did come, was objectionable: "i must keep in good health, and not die."

to your astonishment, you actually hear him chuckle, but when he looks over and finds your self satisfied smirk, any hint of humor disappears from his face in the blink of an eye. your hand quickly moves to your mouth to stifle a giggle.

"something you want to say?" he baits you.

"nope, nothing at all!"

two nights later, he's already nearing the end of the story and you refrain from commenting about how quickly he's made his way through.

you doubt he'd allow your current position if you had— you're laying on your side, your head resting comfortably in his lap, one hand occupying the space above his knee.

when you asked if it was okay, all he offered you was a clipped, "i suppose."

your hair is splayed across his thigh and your eyes fluttered shut a while ago. when he agreed to this, he didn't realize how distracting it'd be. his gaze flickers between you and the words on the page with embarrassing frequency.

he's decided what you call cuddling is absolutely suffocating. how anyone could actually enjoy it, he's sure he'll never comprehend. he can hardly concentrate on the novel that's right in front of him—

"read to me, 'kuna," you mumble, interrupting his thoughts. it surprises him that you're still awake.

he scoffs. "what do i look like? your personal audiobook?"

"you didn't even know those existed until like a week ago," you laugh. "c'mon, pleaaaaaase."

he stays quiet for a few moments, so you're under the impression he may just ignore your request. as such, you're exceptionally pleased when his voice fills the otherwise still apartment.

you think the sound of his voice is comforting, an idea that would more than likely make him cringe, so you keep it to yourself. after all, you don't want him to stop.

at some point or another, he begins twirling a strand of your hair around his finger whenever he's not turning the page, an action that seems to take place without his noticing.

occasionally he'll pause to ask if you're even listening. it's an odd feeling that blossoms in his stomach when you assure, "mhmm. every word."

as he reaches the second to last chapter, he reads a line that makes you question whether your heart's stopped beating. you're not sure if it's because of the tone of his voice, the words he's imparting, or some mix thereof.

"no—no—jane; you must not go. no—i have touched you, heard you, felt the comfort of your presence—the sweetness of your consolation: i cannot give up these joys. i have little left in myself—I must have you. the world may laugh—may call me absurd, selfish—but it does not signify."

he stops reading, as if he too feels the sense of unease that's invaded the air. against your better judgement, you turn to look at him. his eyes are glued to the page, almost like they're avoiding you, and his jaw is tense.

"my very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.”

when his gaze finally lands on you, his expression is almost pained. it's a strange contrast to the warm fondness you spot in his eyes.

you quickly push that thought away, however. whatever you believe you may have seen, you're probably just deluding yourself. you know you aren't his least favorite person, but surely he'd never feel even half of that sentiment toward you—

your breath catches in your throat when his hand reaches up, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. he still marvels at the fact you don't shy away from his touch, that you're usually the one to seek out contact with him.

perhaps the story is not as asinine as he expected it to be. rochester presumes jane will find him revolting, yet she still agrees to be with him, even after his selfishness has been made plain to her. after the sins of his past have caught up to him.

no, no, no.

to be so desperate for some woman's approval, or her devotion for that matter, is despicable. rochester's nothing less than foolish and sukuna isn't anything like him.

but you're certainly like jane, aren't you? fearless, passionate, and determined: all things he can't help but find endearing...

gods, what is this turmoil? it's making him feel pathetic and there isn't an emotion in the world he hates more—

you distract him from his internal monologue when your fingers wrap around his wrist and bring his knuckles to your lips. "you okay?"

"of course," he mutters, pulling his hand away. "just trying to get past all the mawkishness."

"really? you think it's that bad?" you question, the frown on your lips igniting that ache in his chest that appears whenever you're upset.

"it's not terrible," he sighs, realizing there may indeed be one thing he despises even more than feeling pathetic. "although i don't understand how jane is so taken with rochester."

you seem to ponder this for a moment before shrugging. "love is weird."

"what a clever analysis."

you slap his chest playfully. "oh, whatever. just keep going, you're almost finished!"

and you're right. he does reach the end of jane eyre that night, but not before you fall asleep on his lap. he closes the book, running a finger down the creased spine and setting it down carefully. it's obvious you've read it several times.

admittedly, he can see why, but he'd be caught dead before he'd ever tell you as much.

left alone with his thoughts, he considers the impossibility of jane and rochester: a charming, headstrong woman and a cruel, arrogant man.

leaning forward, he whispers your name to make certain you're asleep, then places a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"..sweet dreams."

[nyxianwayfarer]

Hidden Distractions

Pairing: Demon!Shalom x Fem!Reader

Rating: E

Content Tags: Office Sex, Desk Sex, Semi-public Sex, Magical Collar, Spanking, Creampie, Dom!Shalom, Sub!Reader, Shapeshifting, Tail Being Used as a Restraint, Shalom Shifts On Something Hot and Hard for Reader? I don't know how to fucking tag things...

Summary: You're having a bad day. Shalom helps take your mind off things.

Note: This is something inspired by @sinful-lanterns's Demon AU. I vaguely said I was gonna write some office smut featuring Shalom and Reader in this last post I made, so I figured I'd make due with that promise. 😏

Additional Note: Edited as of 3/16/25. This fic is now available on AO3!

You bite your lip as you pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling as if a vise has clamped itself around your skull.

Your headache has been building all morning with the constant parade of people rotating in and out of your office. With the rest of your family dead, their respective contacts have been looking to curry favor with you. You have full control of your House's finances now after all; they likely don't want to lose access to the fountain of wealth that had previously been supplied to them by your relatives.

But that's the problem, isn't it?

If your family had employed them, how trustworthy were they?

Not very, you decide bitterly as you wander over to the fireplace, hoping the hearth's warmth would help ease some of the tension radiating from the back of your neck. You undo the buttons on the high-necked collar of your dress. Then, you turn your body to look over your shoulder at the mirror hanging above the mantle. With the fabric now hanging loosely around your shoulders, you can see the various bite marks adorning your skin, evidence of your demons' devotion to you. Still, you can't help but notice that one was more faded than the others from where it sat high on the back of your neck.

Shalom still hasn't returned from overseeing her various business ventures—the same ones that had earned her a lucrative amount of wealth over several centuries.

While Langley can conduct her own matters well enough from the privacy of your estate, there are rare occasions where Shalom's "human" persona required her to be present among her mortal underlings in order to protect her assets. While you understand the reasons why she's gone, that still doesn't stop you from missing her...

You see a faint outline of magical energy encircling your neck then—not unlike a collar in its appearance. It conjures itself when you think too strongly about any of your demons. When you had consummated the pact with them, this had been their gift to you in return. That you wear it is a promise of both their power and protection, but it serves another purpose: they can be summoned to your side with a mere call of their name.

As if following your line of thought, you can now see a familiar symbol forming on the back of your magical brand—a triangle that burns bright magenta against the reflection of the mirror. It is unique to only one demon in all of hell's realms, but can you really be so selfish as to bother her?

Then again, had your demons not always told you they were bound to serve you and your needs? With your self-control quickly slipping, your lips part to utter one name in your otherwise silent office.

"Shalom."

"Yes?"

Your head swivels forward at the voice that is not your own, and you find Shalom reclined in regal repose behind your desk in all her demonic splendor. There's a subtle smile pulling at her lips, indicating she is pleased by your summons.

"I almost believed I'd done something to earn your ire," she teases lightly. "Surely, it must have been a grave offense indeed for you not to call me to your side until now, but I can see our dear mistress missed me after all."

"Of course I did." You duck your head, blushing at the admission, which only causes her smile to widen.

"Then come regale me with all you've done in my absence," she says, offering a hand with which to beckon you towards her.

In little time at all, you find yourself seated in Shalom's lap, informing her of the going-ons across the estate, the amusing squabbles between the angels and Shalom's fellow demonkin, the latest gossip around town regarding you, and—inevitably—the amount of people whom have sought an audience with you the past few weeks. Save for the royal family, you are now the head of the most prominent noble household in all of Dis. So many seek to ride the coattails of your sudden rise to power, but you know these same people had done nothing to aid you when you'd merely been a pariah of your bloodline.

You exhale in frustration after you finish your tirade, and you don't put up so much as a fuss as she draws you in to rest your head against her shoulder. While talking about your more recent woes has done wonders in easing your stress, being close to Shalom like this also just never fails to relax you. She smells so nice too.

Like with your other demons, Shalom carries the heat of hell with her along with the scent of brimstone. Each one of them still has an aroma that is uniquely theirs though. Shalom has a subtle floral undertone to hers.

She had once taken you to a field filled with rare blue crystal flowers—one of her favored relaxation spots apparently. She had humored you graciously when you'd constructed a flower crown for her. For your efforts, she had rewarded you by bedding you in that very same field. You could remember the way the petals had brushed against your skin—their scent and Shalom's own lingering within your nose—as she languidly pumped her cock into you, drawing climax after climax out of you beneath the moonlight.

The memory of that night never fails to excite you, and you try to hide your arousal by brushing you thighs together, but a demon's senses are ever keen. You flush with sudden embarrassment and desire when you feel something hard begin to rise against your bottom.

You rush to apologize. "Shalom, I'm—"

"You seem to be in need of a distraction after the eventful day you've had," she remarks, which has you looking up to see amusement filling that otherworldly gaze. She tilts her head curiously. "Am I wrong to assume so?"

You bite your lip, shaking your head bashfully, and that's enough to draw a fanged smile from her.

"Up, darling pet," comes the quiet but firm command.

You hurry to obey, and your feet almost tangle in the length of your dress in your rush, but Shalom rights you with ease. Her hands settle on your hips before guiding you to face your desk. You can still feel the heat of her body as she stands behind you. Her thumbs slowly caress the dip of your waist, and you sigh contentedly for a moment before you're startled out of your thoughts when you hear and feel the fabric there being clawed apart and ripped open.

"S-shalom!"

"You know as well as I do that Garofano can easily mend your clothing," she remarks placidly, laving her tongue against the mark on the back of your neck—her mark. As close as you are to her, you can feel the faint purr she emits, vibrating through your very bones. "I've been away from you far too long, and I desire a gift for my patience."

She nudges your legs apart with her own, and with the lower half of your dress ripped open, you're left bare and vulnerable. An arm wraps itself around your waist as her other hand sneaks further down. Clawed fingers deftly pull back the hood of your clit, and your breath hitches when you feel it twitching against the air of the office. You squirm against the demon's touch, wanting to thrust your hips forward in search of relief, but her hold on you is secure. You suppress a small sob when Shalom continues teasing you, using the pad of a finger to tortuously rub a slow, delicate circle around your nub.

Her touch is far too light to bring any amount of satisfaction to you, and she knows it.

Tears of frustration gather in your eyes as you let your head fall back against her shoulder, panting hard. After some time, she then spreads apart your folds, and you don't need to look down to know that you're absolutely dripping with want.

"Will you grant me this?" she asks, turning her head to whisper sinfully into your ear. As if you would ever deny her. "Will you grant me what we both desire?"

Your tongue feels like it's too big for your mouth, so all you can do is nod frantically. With her hands on your thighs, she helps you up onto your desk so that you're kneeling upon it. You're confused by this positioning, but you have no time to question it when you feel the clawed hand between your shoulder blades. It coaxes you forward until your upper body is completely pressed against the wood grain while your hips remain in the air, knees splayed apart. You hear Shalom's satisfied hum behind you as she runs her hands slowly across your bottom. She keeps you like that even as you breathe heavily with lust.

Seconds pass and soon minutes, but the demon seems determined to torture you even more when she makes no further move to touch you. Against your better judgment, you whine and shake your hips, trying to entice her, but you feel the consequences of your actions immediately. She holds you in place with barely any effort as her claws threaten to dig into your flesh with her disapproval.

"Pet, that is no way for you to behave," she berates, and you almost cry at that scolding tone. "You were doing so well. Don't you wish to be good for me?"

"Yes! Yes, please! I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!" you beg even as your words tumble over one another. "I'll be good! Just please—"

You nearly fall off your desk—jolting in place—upon feeling the tip of a hot tongue lapping over your clit. The warmth of your office almost feels too cold in comparison, and the swollen nub throbs incessantly, as if begging for Shalom to bathe it in heat again. You're thoroughly embarrassed when that earns you a titter of laughter.

"You really are quite lovely, pet." She pats your flank like one would a prized mare. "Perhaps the others would argue I'm being far too lenient with you, but I have all the time in the world to train you, don't I? For now..." You gasp when you feel her thumbs spread apart your folds again, revealing you intimately beneath her gaze. "I shouldn't let this all go to waste."

By this, you're certain she means the slick that practically drips out of you. After all that teasing and torture earlier, you can't help it any more than you can help the moan that escapes you when she blows gently across your cunt. To make matters worse, the spade-shaped tip of her tail intermittently slaps itself across your exposed clit, timed perfectly with the spanks across your bottom. You have to raise yourself onto your elbows to gain any measure of stability.

You were already so wet before, but now your arousal coats your inner thighs and spills in strands from your pussy. As you let your head fall between your elbows, your face burns upon seeing the small puddle of your desire already forming on the surface of your desk. Shalom doesn't seem the least bit bothered by it. Instead, she swipes her fingers through the mess and uses it to coat her impressive shaft, mixing with the precum already leaking from its tip.

At last, she guides you off the desk so that your feet are resting on the floor again, but you're still left bent over the wooden surface and under Shalom's mercy. The head of her cock brushes against your folds a few times, seemingly testing how your body yields for her. After a time, she presses her hips forwards, and there's a moment where the muscles of your entrance tighten reflexively against the building pressure. Ever the patient predator, Shalom waits, perfectly poised above you, and she's rewarded when you relax around her, allowing the thick tip to finally slip inside.

The heat of demon dick isn't necessarily a new sensation for you, but considering how long Shalom's been away, you'd almost forgotten how big she is. You feel the way your inner walls seem to mold themselves around her. Even with her absence, however, Shalom seems in no rush to thoroughly claim you as she rotates her hips incrementally, taking her time to work herself into you bit by bit. Your arousal and her growing precum make quick work in getting Shalom to hilt herself fully inside you, but it's the way the length of her cock catches against your clit on a backstroke that has you moaning loudly.

Of course, that's also the moment where you hear footsteps walking past your office doors. Mortified, you clap your hands over your mouth to stifle any further outbursts.

Shalom will not have it though.

"No, no, pet." She leans over you to grasp your hands with her own, pulling both of them towards the small of your back. Her tail then coils itself around your wrists, holding them in place there. "I want to hear you," she says, rocking her hips forward with such exquisite force that you can't help the keening wail of pleasure that follows. You can see her smirk as she looms over you just as clearly as that glowing, triangular mark over her right eye. While there isn't much of a height difference between you two, she seems even bigger with the way her wings have flared out behind her. "And I'm sure the other residents of the estate do as well. You do sound so pretty after all..."

Shalom shifts her grip on you then, resting a hand on one of your shoulders while the other presses against the side of your hip. She uses both for leverage behind her unrelenting thrusts. You hear the way your flesh slaps together against hers, forcing out a string of vulgar moans from you that seem more fit for a brothel than a noble lady like yourself. That seems to be what Shalom wants though. A sigh of bliss escapes her as she peppers kisses across your shoulders.

"I've missed this," she admits, pistoning into you tirelessly as she moves up your body to lick at the back of your neck—right over where she left her bite scar. "Now then, pet, thoroughly welcome me home..."

That's all the warning she gives before she places her fangs directly over the indentation marks, and your body suddenly seizes from the climax that washes over you. There's a groan behind you when your spasming walls triggers Shalom's own release, sending waves of hot seed deep inside you. Even as your eyes roll into the back of your head though, you can't help but notice the lack of stinging that accompanies any of your demons freshening up one of their marks.

If anything, you hear a grotesque snap behind you instead.

As you come down from the throes of your orgasm, you turn your head so that your cheek can rest against the cool surface of your desk. You find that Shalom has tilted her head, twisting it at an unnatural angle as her gaze seems to fix itself beyond the walls of your office.

Listening.

Tracking.

Hunting.

Then, she emits a subvocal growl that never fails to make you shiver with pleasure. There's danger in the sound, yes, but it's not directed at you. Rather, it is for you. As is often the case with demons, they are remarkably territorial with anything they claim as theirs...

Your world shifts abruptly as you're pulled upright from your desk. There's another whir of movement, and it takes a moment for you to realize that Shalom has released your wrists and now has you sitting atop her lap.

...where you're still impaled on her dick.

You barely stop yourself from jumping as the double doors to your office burst open, revealing a portly noble—one who had been persistently trying to petition a marriage between you and his eldest son—as well as Rahu.

"I will not continue to be ignored in this manner!" the noble bellows, already annoyed with how Rahu has been hounding his footsteps. "I've waited long enough for an audience with Lady—"

He stops immediately when his beady eyes turn towards you, and with alarm, you quickly look down to assess your current state.

It seems that when Shalom had repositioned you, she'd also buttoned up the front of your dress again, leaving your modesty in tact. The bottom half of your dress remains shredded to pieces, of course, but the height of your desk easily conceals anything below your chest.

So long as your unexpected guest doesn't wander any closer of course.

He seems confused, perhaps pondering the intimate distance between you and Shalom. Rahu, on the other hand, only offers a neutral expression as she stares at the rude noble, but as her gaze wanders over to you, you can't miss how the demon's nostrils subtly flare while her eyes briefly shift to their demonic, slitted appearance. With her heightened senses, you have no doubt Rahu knows what's going on. Your blush may permanently stain your face at this point.

"Is everything alright?" the noble asks, still somewhat bewildered.

"Yes!" you squeak out, but Shalom offers a calmer response.

"But of course, your lordship."

You glance behind you to see that Shalom has shifted back to her human appearance. Gone are her horns, wings, and her signature marked eye although her shaft still remains inside you. Her expression is professional and polite, never hinting at how she's still spilling thick ropes of cum deep inside you. Your guest isn't quite convinced at her answer though, frowning.

"Are you certain? Her Ladyship seems rather... flushed."

You part your lips to speak again only to close them abruptly at the touch to your clit.

You look down to see that Shalom hadn't bothered to shift away her tail. She’s using the spade tip to draw lazy circles around your engorged nub, which she keeps exposed with two of her fingers. It allows her tail more surface area with which to toy with you. With every caress, you can’t help but clench around her shaft in response, milking more of her cum into you. Once again, you're thankful the height of your desk is obscuring everything even as you're struggling not to moan. You have to press a hand over your face to help hide it even as Shalom continues speaking behind you.

"Ah. I fear she may be coming down with a cold," she explains, gently patting one of your burning cheeks—the color of them having nothing to do with any illness whatsoever! "She's been so attentive in her role as the new head of the household. I daresay she's hardly had time to rest since then. Why, I'm told she's already been fielding quite a number of visitors since this morning even with her current state."

"Oh! I see." Something akin to guilt settles across the noble's bloated features then. He clears his throat. "I... suppose we can postpone a meeting until you're well, Your Ladyship?"

With effort, especially with Shalom's continued ministrations between your legs, you reply. "I'll personally see that one of my attendants delivers a letter to your household once I'm ready to receive an audience again."

With that, Rahu escorts the man out of your office, closing the doors behind them. You can once again relax although that reprieve is brief at best when Shalom casually presses a hand against your stomach. Your belly feels a bit taut beneath your dress with how much cum Shalom has filled you with. A demon's endurance is a powerful thing indeed. Looking down, you can see how some of her seed has spilled out even with the girth of her cock providing a pleasant plug.

"Was this to your satisfaction, dear mistress mine?"

"Yes." You release a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Shalom."

"I aim to please." She presses a kiss against the side of your head. "Now then, shall we call Rahu back in before your more angelic guests also think to stop by unannounced? I can lay you across your desk again, far enough to where your head can overhang the edge of it." She grinds her hips into you, causing you to gasp. "I can take you from behind again while she helps herself to your mouth." Shalom places her hand directly over your womb. "After all, there's only so much teasing she can take before she hunts you down in your own halls and breeds you to her own satisfaction... but perhaps you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You don't need to turn your head to see Shalom's devilish smirk when you tighten unconsciously around her cock at the thought.

[alotofrandomfangirling]

Dating Roronoa Zoro would include (liveaction!Zoro x female!reader headcanons)

Tw: slight cursing, a bit suggestive towards the end, mentions of sword fighting

A/n: okay so i decided to give it a try myself lol this is completely based off the live action (i haven't watched the anime nor read the manga). I hope you like it, i'm so in love with our green haired baby 🥰 also forgive me for any mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻

• First things first,we gotta make it clear: Zoro acts tough and all but deep down he is a big softie akslajskak

• The thing is, because of his past, he isn't very used to being treated kindly

• So when he found you it was like his world completely changed

• He cherished every little act of care you did for him

• He loooved when you ran your fingers through his hair

• He would close his eyes and enjoy it with a small smile on his lips

• Or when you caressed the back of his neck when you kissed him

• It drove him crazyyy

• He loved these little delicate touches that made his heart do a backflip

• And how about when you grabbed his face, looked deep into his eyes and kissed the tip of his nose?

• Boy would blush like hell

• "You're so cute when you blush" - you'd tease him with another kiss on the cheek

• "No, i'm not" - he said frowning and trying to brush that off, which only made you giggle and kiss him again

• You would always make sure to let him know how much you loved him

• And even though he wasn't the best in expressing his feelings, you could feel how grateful he was for that

• He would always look at you with the most passionate eyes and that's when you knew he loved you just as much

• And he would show it too

• Hell he would do anything for you

• Once he made Sanji prepare a whole feast for you (with him helping ajdkajskaj) because you accidentally let slip you missed food from home

• Or that time he secretly bought you a cute bracelet he saw you staring at when you stopped by at a village

• That's how much he loved you and wanted to make you happy

• And the straw hats would always tease you guys about it

• Except poor Luffy who didn't understand anything that was going on lol

• But he saw how happy you both were and, if his crew was happy, he was happy too

• Now Zoro wasn't much of PDA

• But he made sure to show everyone you belonged to each other

• He would usually put his arm around your waist or around your shoulders

• (When he did the latter one, you liked to intertwine your fingers with his which he thought was super cute ajskajskja)

• You on the other hand liked to hook your arm with his when he had his hand in his pocket

• Let's be honest you loved feeling the strong muscles of his arms

• Yeah, his physique was something you admired a lot

• You loved to watch him practice his sword fighting

• The way his strong arms moved

• That pretty face he did when he was concentrated

• The way his fingers moved on the sword

• Him all sweaty...

• okay let's stop over there

• He noticed you watching and one day he had a brilliant idea (or so he thought)

• You were a very skilled fighter, but you had never tried fighting with a weapon

• So he decided to teach you how to fight with his swords

• Ngl it was tough

• But you were very decided to try your best

• But actually the best part turned out to be being extra close to him

• "Hey, you have to position your arms like this" - he said as he gently lift your arms with a touch so soft it gave you butterflies

• He stood behind you as he helped you correctly hold the sword, putting his hands in yours (yeah like a big cliche move lol)

• He was so close you could feel his breath on the back of your neck

• Which only made you even more distracted and had you get the move wrong again

• "Zoro, love, let's be honest, i can't do it. You are the greatest swordsman i know and i'll never be any close to that, so let's just give up" - you said, frustrated

• "What? No. (Y/N), you are the most determined and dedicated person i've ever known and i'm sure you can do anything you want" - he said, holding your hand and looking at you lovingly - "just... try it one more time. For me?" - he said with puppy eyes and you couldn't say no to the man you loved so much

• You grabbed the sword again and to your surprised you nailed the movement

• "I did it! Oh my gosh, Zoro, i did it!" - you said smiling from ear to ear

• He was as surprised and happy as you, with that pretty smile he didn't show often but that you loved so much

• He grabbed you and spun you around as you both laughed

• "I knew you could do it" - he said as he put you on the ground again - "i'm so proud of my girl" - he kissed your cheek

• And now it was your time to blush as he ruffled your hair

• (Needless to say, Usopp and Sanji were watching the whole thing and started making fun of you two, which only made you blush even harder lmaooo)

• Okay so we all know and love his deep voice, right?

• Now imagine his morning voice 💀

• After spending a ahem very good night together you'd wake up next to each other in the morning

• "Morning, Zoro" - you'd say still sleepy

• "Morning, babe. D'you sleep well?" - he asked in that deep, raspy voice that gave you all the butterflies

• Damnnnn

• You'd get weak in the knees all over again lmao

• And that could lead to something else 👀

• But that's a whole another story ajdkajskaj

• And speaking of his voice

• He wasn't much of talking, but he slowly started opening up to you

• Sharing his thoughts, fears and stories from his past

• You saw through him and broke down his walls, so he felt 100% comfortable around you

• You'd lay down together and talk about everything

• That was such a special and intimate moment for you

• You loved being there with him, taking in his scent and listening to his voice while he traced circles down your back

• He would tell you stories about Kuina and the promise he made

• You swear you had never seen him that vulnerable

• But you were glad he felt safe enough to share that with you

• In the end you just hugged and reassured him

• "I know you will keep your promise, and i'll be here supporting you until the end" - you said, gently cupping his cheek

• "Thank you, (Y/N)" - he said softly, and you could see the warmth in his eyes - "now i have another reason to believe i can make it"

• "What is it?" - you asked, a bit confused

• "Having you by my side" - he said in his low voice, laying down and closing his eyes

• Your heart fluttered at that 😭

• "It's my pleasure, Roronoa Zoro" - you said smiling and cuddling him as you both fell asleep <3

[gamarancianne]

Hi, how are you? I had an idea and I wanted to ask you if you could do an angst with Azriel x reader in which she is friends with Elain and has been in love with Az for some time, but has never told him because they hardly have any contact apart from the Valkyries and Elain's training. Then they get a little closer and she decides to tell Elain all about her feelings for Azriel and pushes the reader to confess her feelings and that's exactly what she does, but Azriel's reaction isn't the most pleasant and he lets out a "How can you fall in love with someone you hardly know? Only fools are like that. So she is devastated and disappears for a few days, until she returns and catches Azriel and Elain in a very intimate moment in the bedroom and realizes that they were already together even before she confessed her feelings to him and they end up drifting apart. So the reader begins to do everything she can to forget Az and concentrate on herself and, in the meantime, becomes friends with Lucien, to the point of braiding each other's hair. After a while, they break up and Az starts to notice the reader, but she's looser than ever and doesn't care much about him. And he chases after her a lot and in the meantime an obscenity occurs to her so that she ends up saying it was just a one-night stand. And the ending is up to you :)

Azriel x reader - In Between part 1

Part 2

Okay first of all thank you so much for this ask it is my first so its precious to me !! And I am really fine and you ?? I love the plotline and I am sucker for angst, especially with our little azzy so it's perfect !!

Warnings : angst, smut allusions, heartbreak, mean Az, mean Elain

Summary : You are in love with Azriel, but you don't know him, that's what he said when you confessed. Heartbroken yes, but you surely didn't think that he would end up being with your dear friend Elain.

Note : well this has gotten longer than I thought so it will part 2 and I am already working on it don't worry. Also I didn't know if Elain knew that it was Az or not so I improvised. I hope it fits your standards and you can all tell me what you think about it in the comments. And I am again sorry for my English 😭💗

There he was, in all his glory, sweaty from his fight with Cassian, his shadows swirling around him and you had never been more attracted to someone.

Elain had finally convinced you to join her at training and you instantly regretted, looking at how hard the Valkyries were training but mostly feeling your cheeks heaten up at the sight of him. Of his naked torso full of black ink and fight scars. 'Gods, cauldron boil me why did I accept this' you thought. But Elain was quick enough to shove the thought away when she brought you to introduce you to her family. You had already seen them many times when you had picked her up after training for a walk or a tea party, thing that you both enjoyed a lot, but it was never a proper meeting like this one.

"Hey guys !" She exclaimed, full of joy "This is yn, a friend of mine and she's coming to training for the first time so I hope you are all gonna be nice to her. Especially you Az, don't scare her away" she chuckled looking a the main concerned. After quick presentations, she made sure you were okay and went with her sister, Cassian and the Valkyries for their already known exercises while you stayed there, blush creeping up to your face and ears, with Azriel. Because, with your luck, he was the one to train you today to show you the basic exercises in order to not hurt you during the first day.

"Follow me" Azriel ordered and you obeyed, walking to a smaller ring. He showed you some stretches before starting to teach you many combat basics. It was awkward, for both of you. Every time Azriel came behind you to correct your position, you would blush extremely hard and shiver at his touch. And you could tell he noticed it by the way he straightened and did everything to avoid this kind of situation. To ease the tension between us, you engaged the conversation. "they're really beautiful" you said pointing with your head the blue gems on his arms and torso now dressed with his leathers.

"Oh thanks..." he only responded. Elain did already tell you that he was a silent one but you didn't expect him to be that silent to be honest. But you were stubborn so you continued. "And.. where did you buy them ? I think it could be a nice present for my brother for next solstice". And then he froze, stared at you dead in the eye and laughed at your face. Despite the facts that you didn't understand and that you were even more embarrassed you couldn't stop yourself from enjoying the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. His beautiful laugh was clear and ran to the deepest parts of your soul.

"Wh-what is so funny about what I said?"

"They're siphons, I earned them by being a Carynthian, because I am an Illyrian soldier, you cannot buy them !" He bursted out of laughter a second time.

"Oh mother above, I am so sorry if I offended you by saying that, I don't know anything about Illyrians I am sorry. Really" you stuttered, feeling even more ridiculous than before.

He reassured you about it. You had made a fool of yourself but the air was lighter and the training went on with a more smiling and nice Azriel, with whom you had joked, laughed and exchanged soft innocent touches, until it was over. The bubble in which you and Az had been, exploded when Elain came checking on you two.

"How did it go ?" She asked excited.

"Really well" you answered quite proud of you.

Azriel nodded, and you felt his eyes linger on you when you left with your friend.

You came back the day after, and the day after and after... until it became a routine to train and laugh with Az very morning. Now you were also training with Elain and Nesta because of your quick improvements. But one thing was certain, you had fallen completely and utterly in love with Azriel. You didn't know what to do because he was always staring at you from afar when you were coming or leaving but you two never really talked about your life or anything.

While stretching with Elain, she asked about your love life and you decided that you would ask her opinion.

"Speaking of that, I need you to be brutally honest with me El' "

"What are you seeing someone ? Why didn't you tell me ?" She exclaimed.

"No I am not, don't worry I would've told you" she relaxed. "But you know there is this guy that I see almost everyday and I think we get along well. I feel like he is looking at me sometimes but we never really talk to eachother, like about our lives or anything. It's odd, but I really like him and I don't know what to do."

She smiled at your scrunched eyebrows and responded more calmly: "Follow you heart dear, you are so much beautiful and kind, there is no sane male in all Prythian who could resist you. Besides who is this man ? Isn't it the brown hair guy at the coffee shop you work at ? Because if it is he totally has a crush on you!"

"Haha no I won't tell you but thanks for the advice though, you are clearly the best! I love you Elain!"

"Me too yn, a lot. But now go get your lover before I kick you out myself for you to do it! Fly you fool!" She pushed you out the ring while you were laughing with her and you ran as fast as you could to get to the source of your desire, Azriel. He was almost shooting in the sky when you screamed his name. He turned around to see your exhausted figure running toward him.

"Hey are you okay ? What's going on ?"

"I'm fine thank you Az but I got something to tell you if you don't mind"

"Of course not go on", he responded almost too quickly and straightened hearing his nickname coming from your mouth. You always called him Azriel but never Az or Azzy. Never.

"Well, I meant to tell you for a while but I hadn't enough courage so here am I... I love you" you spoke in one breath your head down and your eyes shut.

You waited for an answer and waited again until you were almost shaking with fear and looked back at Azriel's face. What you saw made your eyes well up with tears. He was shocked, in a bad way, even disgusted at your confession.

"You don't want that yn" he finally answered.

"What ?" You asked your voice breaking.

"How can you fall in love with someone you hardly knows ? Only fools are like that". And with that he flew away, leaving you a crying mess on the floor of training.

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Your body and heart were sore. You had been crying for hours. After training, well, more after your mean rejection by the love of your life, you had run away to your apartment and cried without stopping, you sometimes just changed the place: your bed, the couch, even the floor.  You felt broken, of course, but above all ashamed at your actions. Your bad thoughts were flooding in your head without stopping. Your anxiety, insecurity and doubts about yourself surfaced once again: he was right, how could you have fallen in love with him without even knowing him ? And then you cried again, this time at your window looking at the stars above you. Two of them were shining more than the others and you just hoped that one day the mother would give you a male, capable of loving you back so that you could both be like those stars, shining together amongst others.

It had been a few days now, and the same routine happened again everyday. You would wake up, your eyes sore from crying not remembering anything, and you would recall your conversation  with Azriel and start crying again all day, only eating ice cream or cookies. Elain had sent you many notes, asking what was happening to you and why you weren't at training. You still hadn't answered yet but, today, you decided that it was time for you to get up your feet and not cry about that lame excuse of a male anymore. You dressed up and went to Elain's apartment near the Sidra.

When you arrived, the door was already open, but when you called her, she didn't answer. The worst scenarios already came to your mind and you entered in her home, scared for her. You stopped in your tracks when you heard noises coming from her bedroom. It was voices, her and Azriel's voices. You didn't want to do anything involving Azriel so you walked back to the door but froze when you heard your name. You didn't want to be nosy, but you heard your name, so it was fair to listen right? You approached slowly and silently her bedroom in which you two had have countless sleepless girls nights, and listened to their conversation.

"What ? You are the one she confessed to ?" Elain then bursted out of laughter and you felt another knife stabbing your heart. Your dear friend, who encouraged you to confess the deepest parts of your heart was mocking you in front of your said love interest. But you weren't supposed to be there, so it was your fault. You deserved it for making a fool of yourself. That's what your thoughts were screaming at you in your head.

"Yeah, but stop it now, I don't wanna talk about another woman right now" Azriel said, his voice low.

You had enough now but still decided to take a look inside yhe room and instantly regretted when you saw them together, naked from their previous activities, tangled in the sheets, now making out with eachother. Your heart already broken in a million pieces, broke again when he said those words you will remember for life "Anyway you know I only love you Elain".

You ran as fast as you could, bumping in the table, and making a big noise in the living room but you couldn't care one bit. You just had to leave the damn place. Tears were streaming down your face knowing your face, and you didn't even noticed it, only focused on the worst pain you had ever felt. The pain of your heart: of a love and a friendship broken. It was too much, too much in just a short amount of time.

And then everything hit you : Azriel had never looked nor stared at you, he was looking at Elain all this time when you were both arriving at training. He was never interested in you, it was always Elain. How could you have been so stupid and think different : the first time you two had ever talked, you had made a fool of yourself and he was only nice to you because you were Elain's friend. For the past month, in need of affection, you had lived in complete delusion of a love that never existed.

[thesilmarillionblog]

𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

Part:𝟷𝟸

Click here to read the first part.

Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 4624

A/N: English is not my first language.

* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.

It was quite the struggle to train with Ben for a week, especially when he took it extremely seriously and pushed you to the very limit. It was not that he hurt you; it was that in the lab you either lost your will to fight or you just got really weak.

There were moments when you stated to Ben that things might get serious about your power, but he chose to ignore you and aggravated the training, which left you worn out. But you were relieved that he could, in his own irritating way, encourage you that your strength was still there.

Ben answered, “No,” right away when you wanted to stop the exercise.

Right now, the entire home was a mess, and the hole you had made in the wall remained.

“I'm tired here, Ben,” you complained as you fell to the ground, gasping for air. You had been there exercising together since the morning, and it was nearly the sun going down. Except when you needed to eat or pee, he rarely gave you a moment's peace of mind. “I mean it. I'm done.” 

You opened your hands wide on the ground, and he looked at your body while saying, “You're a supe; you can't just feel exhausted that easily.”

You blushed as you noticed him staring at your soaked entire body and replied, “Give me some break.” There's a good chance that you were both thinking the same thing. “How on earth can you find that much energy? Even for a supe, it's too much.”

Ben stared at you and then took off the shirt he had taken off hours earlier, wiping the sweat from his muscular chest. You grimaced, knowing you probably smelled like trash. 

“It's because I am the strongest; I am not just any average Supe.” With the most arrogant way possible, he threw his t-shirt back to the ground and said, “Simply better and more powerful than anyone. But don't worry; we'll return you to the way things were, sweetie. You have my word.”

He gave you a sneaky smirk when he saw you staring at his broad, sweat-damp chest. Ben was waiting for you, literally, from above, all the time you tried to get some rest. His eyes narrowed, and you suspected his head was full of filthy stuff. 

You just muttered, “I hope so,” and avoided giving him a glance as you closed your eyes.

He sighed and went down on the floor next to you, crossing his big arms over his head. 

“Don't think about it that much. You're going to do even better than you are now. Maybe we should just do those trainings more frequently. What do you say?”

“It’s fine. I don’t have another choice anyway,” you replied, cutting it short while keeping your eyes closed. Even if you felt his intense stare on your face, you didn’t react. “What did the doctor tell you, by the way? The one who supervised Compound V's improvement for decades?”

You remembered that there was a lot of discussion following the news that Ben had killed him at his home. You kind of hoped you could have dealt with that cruel piece of shit on your own, though. He was just a monster with a white robe. He had always made an aggressive attempt to cause damage to you and showed no sympathy or compassion for anyone. You got scared and insecure when you opened your eyes, recalling the physical harm he had inflicted. 

“Fucking piece of shit!” Ben angrily exclaimed, his fists clenched over his head. “I should have killed him properly.” 

“What did he say, so you blew up?” 

“Isn't it obvious? That pussy told me how little supes are in the big picture of science, the future of the supremes, humanity, and some other bullshit. It's certain that Vough paid that cocksucker generously during all those years. He lived in luxury, torturing us, and he didn’t even regret it.”

“Did he tell you what kind of research he did on my body?” You asked as you moved your body to face him. 

Ben fell silent for a minute, enraged by what he remembered the doctor had said about you. Nevertheless, his eyes softened as he saw your expression and saw that you were excited to hear what he was about to say and that you were feeling at ease and comfortable next to him. That was all he needed. Ben recognized that if he made a determined attempt to be by your side and touch you in the way he desired, you would push him even further away and that you weren't

ready for physical contact at this time. He therefore forced himself to keep his distance from you and let you do whatever you wanted.

He just turned to face you and stated, “I didn't give him enough time to talk,” straightening his posture and sitting straight up on the floor. “He's just an animal, and he sees supes as rats for research in order to make profit. That's all.”

“When we agreed to live this life as supers, Ben, we already knew that.” You said bitterly, “People in charge always wanted to play with us like we were toys. They used us as they pleased and needed us for their own good. I wanted to leave the company for a number of reasons, one of which was that I was unaware of how serious that whole picture was. What I need to learn is what they succeeded in doing during the decades we were unconscious and at their mercy.”

Ben sighed and got up to get some weed from the nearest table, just after helping you off the floor.

“I was told by that son of a bitch that he examined you to make the future supers flawless. Though I'm not really sure what he meant, it seems to me that Queen Maeve—the woman from Seven—is their new you.”

“Do you think they might have found a way to weaken me? Don't say 'no' right away,” you said in a hurry when he opened his lips to object. “It just doesn't feel right about what's going on and everything.”

Your concerns, which were constantly lurking beneath the surface, took over when you realized that Ben had remained silent. Something was off with you, you two sensed that. Although after your first training day you felt a little stronger, your weakness remained under your skin.

You pulled open a window to let some fresh air in and muttered, “If you hadn't just killed the doctor, we could have learned about it.”

Ben offered you one of the glasses and sighed as if he regretted what he had done, filling the other one with wine. “I didn't intentionally kill him. It simply happened beyond my control. But I would still murder him anyway.”

You raised an eyebrow and sat down, realizing that your tiredness was taking over. “You need to find a way to control it since your nerves are always on edge,” you said. “And also, I need to find someone who can understand all of this.”

Ben sat beside you, stretching his muscles and leaning back into the coach while he listened to you attentively. As you spoke, you noticed that your gaze lingered a little too long on his sweating body, almost making you flush. 

He studied your expression to see how you would react to his suggestion. He said, “I guess the best option is to kidnap or torture a doctor who is in charge or fuckever who's doing supe studies for Vought right now. We can use Mindstorm to look at your memories and thoughts to see whether they have hurt you in any way.”

His suggestion caused your eyes to widen with excitement, and you exclaimed, “That's actually a smart idea. But how are we supposed to find him?”

“Remember the new technology, sweetheart. Anything is possible with these phones, Bluetooth, and GPS technology. Remember how I found you very easily?”

You gave a nod to him, knowing that what he stated was right and that you would be able to reach Mindstorm with ease thanks to modern technology.

After you had your shower, you saw Ben watching the TV with a dead serious face, and you sat beside him.

As you used the towel in your hand to dry your damp hair, you inquired, “Is there any news about us? Almost a week has passed.”

“Not much,” he replied as he continued to listen to Homelander talk about the two of you.

‘They pose no threat to the United States,’ Homelander confidently stated, grinning, as he extended his arms and turned to face the screen. 'As Seven, we've been trying to find them for a week, but it looks like they are hiding pretty well,' he continued. I, Homelander, the Seven's leader, swear to you that they shall answer for their actions. It has been proven that Soldier Boy rescued Y/N, and it's very likely that the two of them murdered the hapless doctors as well as every lab employee in cold blood and without hesitation.'

You and Ben exchanged a look as Homelander continued his speech. ‘Their families and children are in agony even though our government gives them the best care they can. These two criminals are responsible for the deaths of the orphans whose parents they killed. It breaks our hearts to see them weeping and grieving the loss of their families. There are even toddlers among them. Soldier Boy and Y/N will be held liable and made to pay for the harm they caused to the United States and its citizens. They have little time to conceal; they cannot get away.’

As the audience gave him a loud applause and he flew opening his arms out like.

Ben angrily said, “Fuck that. Son of a bitch,” and threw the remote control onto the table in front of him. “They were just another piece of shits who enjoyed torturing supes, nothing else.”

“But I didn't kill anyone,” you mumbled. “We are past the point of self-justification. Homelander is basically controlling the crowds. They would never pay to listen to us, Ben.”

Ben stared at the TV and said, “I'll teach them how to listen,” in a menacing manner. “You see? It's no longer about Butcher and his useless group. It has to do with our future.”

You could have argued with him about the future, but all you wanted was to avoid getting into another fight with Ben. 

“I think such a guy wouldn't be innocent at all. We might be able to defeat the company if we can figure out how to properly express ourselves, explain to them how Vought tricked us, and show the real Homelander to the rest of the world. There isn't another way.”

 “I know, I know,” he muttered.

As you could tell Ben was becoming enraged and feeling overwhelmed, you touched his bare chest, which had a little glow to it. “Hey, are you okay?”

He responded with, “I am,” placing his hand on yours and giving you a gentle squeeze. 

“Can you please stop getting angry for a second? I can sense the heat building in your chest.” You muttered, “You're stressing me out here,” but you didn't remove your hand from his upper body. You could feel him cooling down beneath your touch once again. It was fine as long as it worked; you simply didn't know why. 

“Well,” he said, arching an eyebrow, licking his lips, allowing you to touch him, and gently tracing his fingers over yours. His powerful, slow beats were calming in a way. “It's not too bad. Is it?” 

You withdrew your hand from his sweating chest while rolling your eyes at him and making sure he was okay. 

Ben had just showered when Butcher and Hughie showed up at the house. 

Butcher remarked in a sly manner, “Glad, I delayed for an hour coming here to pick up you two,” as you and Ben got into the back of the car. “We could have interrupted something funny, judging by the all-wet hairs and all.”

“We were just finished training there!” you exclaimed, your face heated. 

“It must be very good training, indeed. The entire fucking house was damaged like hell. You two spent a whole week all showering and training while we were dealing with the shit Soldier Boy caused.”

“Sorry for that, but it's not what you think, really.”

“I thought Soldier Boy and Crimson were having a relationship. Yet life goes on, don't they? There are always new, fine chickens and dolls all around.” Butcher smirked at Ben.

You were ready to add something about Ben and you having nothing to do, but Ben became enraged right away when Butcher brought up the Crimson Countess. 

“Don't you fucking know how to stay silent and shut your useless mouth?” Butcher was obviously enjoying himself when he suddenly made Ben mad. 

“What made you so furious now? Have I said anything untrue?” 

Hughie leaned back in his seat and said, “Butcher, stop that,” sounding distressed as Ben continued to swear at them both and told Hughie to make Buther to suck him soon, so his mouth would be filled enough not to talk stupid.

“Why even do you become irate out of nowhere? After all, you murdered the poor woman.”

You looked up at Ben, asking with disbelief, “What? Why did you even kill Countess?”

The fact that Ben never brought it up startled you even more than Butcher's statement, as though it were nothing important. You were stunned and shocked beyond belief. At that point, you were at a loss for what to think. You were not sympathetic to her, though. After all, Vought used her as a cunning evil to harm both you and Ben. She was the one who paid you a visit in order to deceive you that day. 

He tried to convince you immediately, giving you a gentle look as if he wanted you to understand what he had done. “She deserved whatever I've done,” he defended himself. 

You acknowledged, “I know she did. But why?”

He looked at Butcher and then turned to face you, almost whispering, “Let's discuss this at a later time. All right?”

You found Annie nowhere to be found when you got to Butcher's home, where only Kimiko and Frenchie were inside. Kimiko watched Frenchie play with his phone, seeming bored.

“Why did it take so long for you to come here?” Frenchie inquired in an irritated manner to Butcher. “You give me too much to deal with, though you know I have things to do. Kimiko is also exhausted.”

Butcher sarcastically remarked, “Hello to you too, baby,” as he removed his coat. “I have not even once heard a complaint from her; she is an incredible Supe. She can't possibly be exhausted, right, doll?”

Ben moved you over to the edge of the coach and sat by you, resting his legs on the table, just as you were about to strike up a conversation with Kimiko. You were fine with him being close, though, so you said nothing at all. In fact, if you were honest with yourself enough, you would admit that his behavior around you somewhat comforted you. 

“Kimiko and I have spent days looking for Black Noir and Queen Maeve, but we haven't made any progress so far. It's strange that they were absent from everything for so long. You see, something isn't quite right. According to Starlight, they have vanished.”

“The fuck you mean they are missing?” Butcher asked in disbelief.

“Why would Noir would go missing? It's not his thing to disappear,” you said. You thought you were thinking to yourself, but you had said it loud.

“He must have ran away when he saw us back together,” Ben said in am amused tone. “He fucking knows I'm going to kill him too. He’s a fucking dead man.”

You told Ben, “There must be a reason,” ignoring the way he talked about taking Earving's life. Right now, you don't need to see Ben being enraged over Noir and losing his temper again. 

“How the fuck doesn't Starlight know where Queen Maeve is?” Butcher questioned Hughie. 

Hughie took his head in his hands and responded, “She thinks Homelander did something to her. Maybe he killed Maeve.”

“How about Ninja Cunt, though? He is known as Homelander's right wing. Suppose he murdered Maeve. What about Noir?”

Frenchie remarked, “That's what I'm trying to understand,” and Kimiko communicated with him using sign language swiftly. 

“All right, we'll watch out for this and see if he shows up again.” Butcher ended it quickly and continued. “Tomorrow, Soldier Boy and I are heading to New York.”

You eyed Butcher with suspicion, asking, “Why and why not me?” 

“You two stayed at a lovely house for a week, for God’s sake. Aren't all of the showers enough? Is it not possible for you to separate for even a single day? Would you really miss this cunt that much?”

As Butcher continued to make assumptions about you and Ben, your face heated. Kimiko and Frenchie turned to face you in harmony, taken aback. 

“You're just making the wrong assumptions.” You distanced yourself from Ben and explained, “It's not like that,” acting as though you had been proven guilty. Ben didn't appear to be supportive when you stared at him, yet it seemed as though he was okay with Butcher's comments. “What I want to know is what you're going to be doing here and why I have to stay here.”

“Yes, doll. To catch up with your old friend TNT Twins, we are going to join Herogasm. It's almost like we have to clear your names first. Maybe they know anything about the specifics of those events from decades ago, and they could say something that we could use against Vought. Though things might get messy soon, don't you worry, I'm going to keep an eye on your soldier so that he won't be pouding into any supe cunt there,” he said with a wicked smile.

Ben said, “Maybe we can also find a thing about Mindstorm there,” giving you a meaningful glance and a small touch on the arm before you could respond. You nodded to him. 

“However, why must I stay here?”

“Kimiko needs to get some work done, and we need more muscle to help Frenchie and Hughie here. Let's don't take too much attention.”

“Okay,” you said, acknowledging the situation and giving up on further arguments. Herogasm was something you've always detested and loathed. Ben, the founder of it, was making it even worse. Yet the one thing about Ben's inconsistent anger—the energy in his chest—that scared you was his unpredictable temper. You weren't sure if he could find a way to control it soon enough. 

You questioned Hughie, “By the way, where is Annie?” As a member of Vought and Seven, you were aware of how difficult it must be to handle the entire company's evil by yourself. 

“I don't think she'll find Maeve anytime soon, but she's doing some research in order to locate her. She seemed to have disappeared in a heartbeat.”

You figured she was kind of involved in this too, based on the way they talked about her. 

Ben abruptly stood up and stated, “I guess all the rooms are full. So, which room are Y/N and I staying in tonight?”

“Not full,” Hughie smiled in response. “I suppose there are now two available rooms since I will be seeing Annie tonight.” 

Kimiko nodded quickly as she gave a smile to you.

Ben's expression darkened as Hughie continued to tell him and Annie that they would not be staying in this house any longer, while Ben quietly cursed. He glanced at you for a moment, but you ignored him and asked Kimiko to show you the room where you would be sleeping. 

After an hour of inspecting the room and all of the furniture within, you heard a light knock on the door and knew it was Ben.

After a minute, you said, “Come in,” startled that Ben was holding back, opening the door this time without your permission. 

He whispered, “As you wish, baby,” and carefully shut the door behind him. 

In the dim light, his hair fell over his forehead, and his white t-shirt made your heart melt just a bit. Under his large arms, his t-shirt was too tight. Perhaps you weren't used to seeing him in his regular clothes, which is why you were still excited when you were around him. 

“What now?” you muttered as you sat on the bed and observed him approach you. 

He joked, “Don't get excited; I'm just here to make some conversation,” and sat down next to you right away. 

You said, almost in a whisper, “Which is about?” while he briefly studied your body.

His darkened eyes lingered on your revealing nightgown, but you remained silent, intensifying the tension in the moment. 

Ben's desire to force your body to the covers, get on top of you, take off your sweatpants, and get you ready for some post-breakup fucking was unbearable. He was well aware that you never touched yourself when you were by yourself in the house, and that really disturbed him because he knew that he was the reason for it. Ben could tell by the way you looked at him and by the beating in your heart that your body still yearned for him, but he also understood that he had to rebuild your trust in every way. He had to take care of his meat by hand up until that point. 

After sighing and searching for the right words, Ben uttered, “About the thing I told you that we can discuss later.” He made an effort not to speak about Crimson bitch right away. She was the reason your nerves were already fragile. He had no reason to blame you for it. 

As he attempted to read how you were feeling, you questioned in a cold voice, “Why did you kill her? Was it unintentional?” 

You were curious as to whether he truly intended to murder her or if this was just another unintentional incident similar to the others. You needed to comprehend it, even though you didn't know why it mattered. 

After a while, he said, “I blew up,” and when you realized he hadn't done it on purpose to exact vengeance for you, your posture straightened. 

Ben said, “I was just trying to get information about you and your location before killing her,” as soon as he saw the look on your face. “I was cautious to do anything until she had spoken about you. But I was unable to control myself when she touched my nerves.”

“Did you kill her just because she was unfaithful?” You questioned him suspiciously, attempting to make sense of his motivations. Ben might tell you the truth or a lie, but you would still listen to him even if you weren't sure he would be completely honest with you. “In the end, it's her who deceived you. Whether Vought commanded her or not is important. She was the one who brought you there so they could capture you and then transport you to Russia.”

After pausing to comprehend what you were asking, Ben responded, “I would kill her anyway because of what she had done to both of us,” as if he had no idea how to answer properly. “Especially to you.” 

You said, your eyes softening with sorrow, “I wonder what you would do to me if I were the one to trick you, Ben,” knowing that, after all these years, loyalty was what mattered most to him. “Even if I had every right to do so.” 

“I would never hurt you,” he abruptly rejected, emphasizing each word in a hard voice. “I knew I would deserve it anyway.”

“I'm not so sure of that, Ben,” you said. “You're even more dangerous considering I'm getting weaker and you're ready to blow up anytime.” 

His smile expanding, he added, “Hey, don't say such things,” took one of your hands, placed it on his warm chest, and whispered, “You have every power over me.”

Under his focused gaze, your face flushed, and after a moment, you reluctantly withdrew your hand. 

“So, you're going to Herogasm tomorrow?” you said, attempting to change the topic. “Given how difficult it was to persuade you not to join decades earlier, you must have missed it quite a lot.” 

“Are you feeling jeaolus?” he asked with a mischievous smile, and you grimaced. 

“Why should I be? I'm just saying you might have missed the chance to join the party that you organized after all this time.”

“I'm not going there to fuck, baby; I'm not interested anymore,” he murmured, retaining an arrogant chuckle. “I'm going to call you when I get there.”

“I'm not sure.” You said to quit talking about Herogasm anymore. “I might be busy to pick up when you call.” Herogasm was the world's dumbest thing, especially since Ben founded it. 

“Why may be you even busy, anyway?” This time Ben uttered serious words: “I'll call you nonstop, so keep your phone with you every moment.”

You responded with the same heedlessness, “I might.” 

Ben smiled playfully and narrowed his eyes. “Since you too need to take care of yourself, it will actually be good for us to be apart for just a small amount of time.”

You naively asked, “About what?” as though he would make a crucial point. 

“You might as well relax on this bed while I'm away because I’m pretty aware of you're not touching yourself, knowing I'd hear you in a second, huh?”

You became the deepest shade of scarlet in your cheeks and murmured, “I can't believe you.”

“I'm not making fun,” he declared with seriousness. “It is also a bodily necessity. You don't have to reject playing with yourself a bit. Being the reason is something that irritates me a lot.”

“I don't feel ashamed of taking care of myself because of you or anything else,” you immediately argued, ignoring the heat on your cheeks. “I have no problem touching myself while you're here. It's not all that important.” 

Ben arched an eyebrow at your quick, brave, “If you say so,” followed by a sigh. 

“I'm serious here, Ben,” you continued, growing agitated by his haughty demeanor and enormous ego. “I'll prove it.”

He studied your figure and growled in a low voice, “I won't promise that I won't focus on you or listen to the way you sound.”

“Then don't.”

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[mercurycft]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 — 𝐋𝐁

## lucy bronze x reader !!

Hello everyone! Thank you all so much for the love on part one of this — Without further ado, here’s the final part.. I hope you enjoy.. especially the surprise at the end ;) oh i just love a cliff hanger moment! ENJOY! love always - RG x

part 1 here part 2: 1,445 words - this is dirty, be warned!

MATURE CONTENT & LANGUAGE 18+

The night had been a blur up until this point, a whirlwind of double shots and cheap drinks. The dancing, singing and laughter seemed to drift into the back of your mind as you found yourself here. Pinned below your right-back, legs spread with only a few layers of fabric shielding her skin from yours. Your nerve endings felt like they were on fire, electricity souring through your veins - embedded under your skin and fueling your desire.

The pads of her fingertips sat behind the barrier of your underwear, teasing with tight and precise circles around your clit. You couldn't find it within yourself to look at her, eyebrows furrowed tightly together and hips thrusting up off the sheets - head thrown back with your mouth agape, silently begging for more friction. She was quiet for a moment, admiring you like this. Spread out for her. Desperate for her.

Lucy's ability to read you was unlike anything you had ever known. She noticed how your knees began to wobble and your chest lifted and fell faster. "Look at me." She announced, applying more pressure onto the bundle of nerves that throbbed between your legs. Though you gave no response. You could barely function, the thrill of it all catching up to you just as relief was starting to creep up on you, so the chances of you mustering the strength to look at her were slim. That was until you felt a tender hand clasp around your jaw, roughly pulling your head down to make eye contact with her. "I said, look at me."

Both staring at each other, you were sure you could pass out from how hot it was. This was Lucy's favourite part, watching you squirm under her - mouth parted and cheeks flushed a deep red. You had never been very vocal during sex. Or submissive. You didn't know if it was the alcohol, but something deep inside you loved this. Loved watching the older woman have her way with you. “Fuck Luce, please..”

“Please what, darlin'?” Lucy smirked, feigning innocence as she watched you stumble on your words - practically losing the ability to form a coherent sentence for her. She knew you were close, amused by the desperate look on your face "Are you gonna cum for me? Gonna show me how good you are, love?"

You nodded quickly, mouth opening to let out a gasping moan - as Lucy suddenly tore her hand away, allowing you to teeter on the edge of your orgasm. Smirking wickedly when you fell back into the sheets, whining at the loss of contact. "That isn't fair, Lu-" You couldn't finish your sentence, her lips attaching to yours with her hands now in your hair - gripping it roughly.

"Not fair? Don't you want me to fuck you, baby?" She mumbled against your lips seductively, pulling you away by your hair and raising her eyebrows - giving you the chance to object. Instead, you nodded meekly, a gentle blush carefully creeping across the apples of your cheeks at the filth that so effortlessly left her mouth. "Don't you want my fingers? Hm? You wanna feel my tongue?" Rhetorical. She knew you did - very aware of you now rubbing your thighs together - desperately searching for any form of release.

You were almost salivating as she made her way down your neck, nipping and soothing the soft skin. She lingered over your chest again, bra still bunched and pulled down - nipples on full display for her and her mouth. Lucy placed kisses on each of them, sucking gently and then moving down. Lips grazing the skin of your stomach, her breaths sharp and deep.

When she was finally parallel to your underwear, she hesitated. Looking up at you and studying your features for any doubt. When she couldn't find it, she continued. This time placing firm kisses right over the cloth, pressing her lips directly over your clit - enjoying the small noises you let out from above her. She wasted no time in actually removing your pants, instead lacing her fingers beneath the fabric and pulling them over - salivating when you were finally revealed to her "Jesus Christ, Y/L/N. You're fuckin' soaked." She chuckled lowly, licking her lips and edging closer to you.

It wasn't long before her lips puckered around the bundle of nerves, pressing tender kisses. Allowing her tongue to pass through your folds and savour your sweetness. Her breathing quickened against you, feeling you grind down onto her tongue. Her hands gripped your thighs, pulling you flush up to her face - her deep eyes locked on you above her - one arm crossed over your face to muffle your sultry moans and the other laid over the back of her head, guiding her.

You shuddered when she released your thigh from her right hand, using it to spread your legs further while she propped herself up slightly - hoping for a better view.

She had you exactly how she wanted you, shaking and messy. Lucy’s tongue moved smoothly, flicking over your clit as her fingers caressed between your folds, coating them generously. You finally looked down at her, core throbbing at the sight you were met with. Bloodshot, hungry eyes staring straight back up at you. "Please Luce, need you to fuck me." You whimpered. Lucy didn't reply with words, instead, she gently slips in two fingers. Pulling away to watch you as she pressed up against your tightening walls, leaving her thumb to toy with your clit. Your legs stiffen at the feeling, a delicious heat spreading through your body and a hand lifting to smack across your lips as you cry out. She stilled for a moment, feeling you constrict and pulsate around her fingers. When she felt the tension ease, she started to move. Thrusting her fingers in deep and hard strokes, curling them perfectly into your G-spot.

Your legs were shaking now, mind blank and consciousness clouded by your unwavering desire to cum. The feeling of her pressing against you and working you up had you seeing stars behind your eyelids. You could feel your orgasm building, a fire now raging in the depths of your stomach as Lucy places precise and gentle kisses along your hips, savouring the sound and feel of her fingers inside you.

Her muscles tensed when she felt you throb around her, now chasing the stolen orgasm of earlier. You were in a cloud of bliss, your skin on fire when she started talking to you again. Taunting you with her words as she sped up, "Are you going to cum for me, darlin'?" You couldn't respond, instead bucking your hips and moaning out a string of swear words jumbled with her name.

"Fuck, Luce I'm so close, please don't stop!" The sight of you begging was a mental image she was never going to forget, your heart ringing in your ears as your hips thrashed against the mattress.

Your orgasm ripped through you like a freight train. Legs shaking and lips quivering as she had you cumming around her fingers, still thrusting them and using her tongue to carry you through it - chanting her name as you came. When her fingers finally stilled, you took a deep breath - still clenching around her.

"Jesus christ," You whispered, watching as she slowly removed her fingers and brought them up to her own lips - tongue darting out to clean up the mess. Your mess. You watched as she skillfully licked them clean and moved so your lips could meet once more, the intoxicating mixture of her mouth and you was something you wanted to experience every day.

After a minute of sloppy kisses, tongues exploring each other's mouths, you tried to move towards her but she lifted a hand to stop you. Whispering gently, "You stay here, love." pressing a warm kiss to your forehead then rising off the bed and out your bedroom door.

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You lay there for a minute or two, eyes fighting sleep before she appeared in the room again. This time with a towel in hand, helping you clean up before discarding the towel and moving to lay beside you tangled in the sheets - pulling you closer and making sure you were wrapped up comfortably.

You sat in silence for a while, indulging in the atmosphere and trying not to be stolen into the land of sleep before you looked up at her - eyes wide and glossy. "Shall I return the favour?" You asked sweetly, tracing shapes across her stomach.

"Oh darlin' There will be plenty of opportunities for that.."

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surprise! part three on its way!

[shegatsby]

Hello

Could I request something with Professor Hannibal where reader is a perfectionist (like Nina in Black Swan the idea as inspired by that movie)and she stresses a lot even though she is the best student in class and loves to hear praise from Hannibal. I have a just an overview perhaps you could add something like her essay was really good.

I hope you consider the idea ♥️

A/N: Thank you so much for the request. Sorry for any typos, English isn't my first language. Enjoy.

She was running to the lecture after her pilates class in the morning. She loved being active in this life so she had pilates and yoga lessons in the mornings and then she was running to the college of Baltimore, Maryland. This time she was going to be late because she chatted with one of the trainers as she was getting ready in the locker room. She always brought her clothes with her so after her work out she would take a shower, get dressed more formally. She liked being fashionable and always looking put together, she was a bit perfections which made her life a bit hard at times but she thrived on success.

Her high heeled boots made a strong sound on the corridors of the halls, she was marching to his office.. Professor Hannibal Lecter… today he mailed all of his students saying that he graded the essay they had sent and he would like to have private discussion with them, it wasn’t mandatory because it was close to Christmas time and most of the students wanted to visit families, she wasn’t in good terms with her family so she decided to stay with her roommate. She had rented a place after her first year and thankfully she found a nice roommate who became like a sister to her over the years. It was her 3rd year and she kept getting good grades, until today. The essay she had sent was perfect in her opinion but she got B…

She read the essay over and over again, it was on criminal psychology, more specifically on serial killers.

When she reached to his office’s door she noticed how nervous she was. She took a deep breath and exhaled and then knocked on the door and heard his name, ‘’Come in.’’ his demanding voice was heard. She had never felt like this with any of her professors before…

She walked in, Hannibal knew it was her because none of his students wore high heels,, he could smell her perfume when she waited outside of his door, it drove him crazy. He growled when he smelled her scent, vanilla and something sweet, it made his mouth water. Hannibal Lecter was aware of his animalistic instincts ever since he was a young boy. He knew that he was different from others, he considered himself a higher human, like the German’s Übermensch idea and he knew how to control himself. Like a ballet he had total control of his body but after meeting her…. He had a little bit of difficulty controlling his body and mind at the same time. She entered with a kind smile, which made it hard for him to adjust his pants.

‘’Hello Professor.’’ She greeted him, he stood up to meet her, he didn’t do that to the other students, with two steps he was in front of her, he took the hand she extended and held it in his hands, her hands were cold, the top of her nose was pink, she looked adorable.

‘’Please, come in.’’

She sat on the couch, he closed the door and stood still for a second, he looked at his desk and then the empty spot next to her on the couch and decided to sit next to her. ‘’I knew you would come to talk about your essay.’’ He began, she was taking her coat, she had a long black dress, a golden necklace adorned her neck, her make-up was simple yet elegant.

‘’Can we overlook my essay in detail, because I would like to see the parts where I lost points.’’ He was aware how driven she was, it was a good quality to have but sometimes she burnt herself out.  He brought his laptop to show her the places.

‘’Do not fret Y/N, I know you have been studying very hard and you’ll pass all of your lessons. You’re a smart girl.’’

He loved to give her praises because she blushed red, even though she deserved all of the praises and everything the world had to offer…

‘’Thank you so much prof-‘’ he placed his hand on her knee gently, ‘’Please Y/N, we talked about this before. In private call me Hannibal. I insist.’’ This conversation opened up few months ago and she agreed to it.

‘’Hannibal, thank you so much.. I just want to achieve everything I set my mind to and getting a B made me realize that I should work harder.’’ She confessed, shrugging her shoulders. ‘’You are already doing the hard work Y/N. You’re a strong woman with an amazing mind. I know for a fact that,’’ he patted her knee gently, ‘’you’re going to get whatever you wish and desire.’’

His encouraging words made her heart flutter in hope, hope for a better future and deep down, she would like for him to have  a spot in her future. His maroon eyes were soft whenever he looked at her, he could feel it. There was a connection begging to go deeper, ‘’Thank you so much for your time Hannibal. Next time I’m going to ace the essay.’’ She smiled and got to her feet, she was about to leave when he held her arm, it was firmer than expected. ‘’If you have time,’’ he began his sentence, she turned to him, feeling his hand on her arm made her feel some sort of comfort, ‘’I would love to have you over for dinner. Tonight.’’ This sudden offer made her blush, she was aware of his dinner parties, he was famous for it and he often invited other profs and colleagues. ‘’Yes, I would gladly come.’’ She responded, trying hard to hide her excitement. ‘’Let me close the office and  then we can leave.’’

Hannibal was thrilled, he was going to have her all for himself tonight.

Thank you for reading. :)

[rekino2114]

I hope this isn't too much, but wouldn22, 23, 28 and 31 for Hu Jing be possible?

Prompt 22,28 and 31 for hu jing

Pairing:hu jing x gn reader

A/n:tbh I might be re-entering my hu jing era. Writing this made me fall in love with her even more all over again, and I wanna write more for her so feel free to request more

Also since the max prompts for request is 3 I just eliminated the one I had the least ideas for, hope you don't mind

Suggestive post

Prompts list

Prompt 22:waking up together after your first time

"Darling, wake up"

Your girlfriend's soft voice caused you to slowly wake up from your sleep and open your eyes

"There we go, good morning my love"

"Good morning hu"

Hu smiled brightly and sat on the bed starting to stroke your hair

"Did you have a nice sleep?"

"With you cuddling me all night? Definitely"

"I'm glad, oh by the way, I'm sorry that I left you for a while, I had to do a couple of things"

"That's fine, to be honest I was so zoned out I didn't even notice, what did you do anyway?"

"Just made some tea for us"

She placed the tray she was holding on the nightstand near the bed and held out a cup of tea to you. You fully stood up, stretched, and took the cup from her hands

"Thank you"

"It's nothing"

You two drank the tea in comfortable silence before resuming your conversation

"By the way I took the liberty to change the sheets, the previous ones were.....dirty from last night"

"O-oh yeah, thanks"

You both blushed embarrassed to remember what had happened

"Did you......enjoy it?"

"......if I have to be completely honest, it was probably the best night of my life"

"R-really?"

"Yeah, you were just so amazing and made me feel so good, it was like heaven and the fact that I did it with the woman I love just made it feel even better"

Hu smiled brightly at your words as all of her embarrassment disappeared completely

"I'm so glad to hear that, darling, it felt amazing for me too"

"Really? I was worried you didn't like it"

"Why would you ever think that? Didn't I spend all of last night telling you how much of a great job you were doing?"

"Y-yeah but I didn't really do much. You kinda just focused on me, and I couldn't really do anything for you"

"And that's completely fine, amazing even, I love it when you're happy in every way and especially when I'm the cause of it"

"B-but still-"

"Dear listen, I'll be completely honest, I get...aroused whenever I see you feeling so much pleasure because of me like last night, it just makes me feel so good to know that you feel so good because of me, so please don't ever feel like you're not doing enough for me because just by accepting all the pleasure I give you you're making me feel amazing too, probably even more than you"

"......w-wow, I-I just didn't expect that but I guess I should have with how you were acting last night"

"Do you have any complaints? I'd do absolutely anything to make you happy.... like last night, you looked so adorable"

"Thanks, but no you were amazing, I loved every single second of it"

"That's great, I'm so happy to hear that, I assume you'd like to do that again then"

"Absolutely,I'd love nothing more"

Hu got closer to you and kissed you passionately just had she had done the previous night

"If you ever feel in the mood just come to me and I will make sure you feel amazing and refreshed"

".......you are so.....just such an amazing girlfriend hu"

"You're the amazing one my love"

Prompt 28:seeing her in a swimsuit for the first time

You and Hu had decided to go on a beach date since it was summer and a very hot day. You were kinda nervous since it was the first time you would have seen each other in your swimwear.

You looked in the mirror one last time before sighing and going outside to your girlfriend. In all of the time, you had known hu she had never judged anyone for anything, especially their appearance, and she had told you many times that you looked stunning in anything, but a part of you was still insecure of how you looked with so little on.

But the moment you saw hu in front of you all of your self doubt (and any other thoughts really) disappeared and were replaced by a single one:she looked so darn beautiful.

Hu was wearing a green one-piece swimsuit that covered her private parts but somehow accentuated them even more. You knew hu was a genuinely beautiful woman, but this was something else. All of her curves were hugged perfectly by the swimsuit, and her exposed thighs reminded you of all the times you thought about how thick they were when she gave you lap pillows, which happened very often.

"O-oh y/n, you're here"

Hu's soft voice brought you back to reality, and you realized you were staring at her breasts so your face instantly became red, and you looked away super embarrassed

"I-i'm so sorry hu, you were so beautiful and i-"

"Calm down honey, take a deep breath"

"Y-yeah"

You did as she told you and your embarrassment slowly went away, but your face became even redder whenever you got a glimpse of her chest.

"Again, I'm really really sorry, I didn't mean to stare"

"Don't worry, it's fine"

"R-really?"

"Yes, I totally understand your situation, in fact....i-i would be lying if I said I'm not having the same problem"

".......wait actually?"

"Yes.....you look stunning, my dear, I can't tear my eyes off of you either"

"I-i'm flattered, still sorry again, that wasn't very respectful of me and I know you-"

"Please, there's nothing to worry about, we're dating and you've seen me in way less than this anyway, so I have absolutely no problem with you staring"

"Thanks....i-it's still....I just really don't wanna make you uncomfortable"

"Darling, nothing you do could ever make me feel uncomfortable, but if the fact that you're staring makes you uncomfortable, then I'll just put on something else"

"N-no please hu, it's absolutely no problem, you just look so beautiful"

"I'm glad, then it's decided, you look amazing too by the way"

"Thanks"

You two shared a brief kiss before hu put on her sun hat and grabbed her portable freezer bag

"I brought Popsicles and ice cream, by the way, they're all your favorite flavors obviously"

"You are the absolute best"

"It's nothing, what are we supposed to eat of not that"

"Hehe, I guess you're right"

"Alright then, we should go, I'm sure this will be a perfect date"

"Yeah me too"

Prompt 31:someone walks in on you making out/about to do it

"Is everywhere alright dear?"

"Uh....y-yeah"

"Are you sure? You look stressed"

"......You're right, I really am"

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, please let me help"

She stretched her arms and you immediately fell into her arms as she hugged you

"Just relax ok baby? I'm here"

"......thanks"

"An hug is literally the least I could do. If I can do anything to help you, please tell me, I could make you tea or let you lay on my lap or give you a massage or anything else you want........even more....intimate things if it'd help"

".....r-really?"

"Of course, I love you darling, and anything that can help you relax, I will do it, why? Would you like that?"

"....I can't say it wouldn't help, I am feeling a little pent up"

"That's perfectly fine, I'll help you dear"

She hugged you tighter and her hands began to massage your back while her face got closer to yours and she kissed you, like all of hu's kisses, this felt amazing all of the love the zither player felt for you was put into it.

"Alright darling, now before we start are you sure about this? I just want to make sure you're totally OK with it, because I definitely am"

"....how is the fact that you ask for consent every time so hot?"

"Because it shows I care about you so so much, so I assume you'd like to get intimate"

"Definitely, I'd love nothing more"

"That's good"

She continued kissing you, still very softly but making sure that it still felt as good as possible

"Just relax ok darling? Let me do take care of everything and just relax"

"Y-yes ok"

"Good baby, just keep kissing me and don't think about anything else"

And as she said that the making out session continued, You let the pleasure of the kiss take over your mind and it felt amazing, hu was making you feel so good with just a kiss and you were loving it

"That's my good baby, just let me make you feel good, don't worry about anything else"

She continued kissing you as her hand slowly made their way to your crotch

"Now, just let me-"

"U-uh hu?"

You both suddenly pulled away from each other and looked towards the door where nico was now standing

"A-ah I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to"

They quickly went away while blushing intensely, not as much as you and your girlfriend who were completely red after you realized nico witnessed you about to make love.

"I-i'm sorry darling, I should have locked the door"

"No it's fine, I should have"

"I should go and apologize to nico too, they're probably very shocked"

"....what do you mean?"

"I mean, seeing something like that must be traumatizing"

".....hu, they're an adult just like us, plus we didn't really do that much anyway, we were just making out, I'm sure they're fine"

".....I suppose, but I'm still sorry"

"It's fine"

"As apology I should probably make you feel good again, even more this time"

"Y-you want to keep going?"

"Why not? You still feel pent up right? Only if you're OK with it obviously"

"........y-yeah it's fine"

"Great, w-wait let me lock the door before"

Hu went to lock the door and then smiled at you again, before you started making out again and fell on the bed

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Kafka Taking You On A Date

Kafka Hibino X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: A little steamy but it's just a whole lotta fluff

Word Count: 2k

Requested by @banana658

(A/N:) I didn't meant for this to take me as long as it did. I've been in a little writing slump as my artwork is taking most of my time. It doesn't help that I have a painful cyst in my wrist. But I can tough it out especially when I get to write cute stuff like this! I just love writing for Kafka and getting requests for him are like a present to me! I'm glad to see other fangirls appreciate Kafka like I do! So I hope you enjoy this little piece of fluff and that is everything you wanted and that it was also worth a little bit of the wait! I still have several Kafka works sitting in my drafts so keep an eye out! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Kafka leaned against a building wall, tucking his hands into his pockets while strangers passed him by. It was a nice change of pace seeing civilians so relaxed, despite the fact that a kaiju attack could come at any moment. It was thanks to The Defense Force that people could have some semblance of normalcy and he so desperately wanted to join that team. And he had one last chance, one more time to try before his age caught up to him once and for all. But he shook his head, shoving those thoughts to the back of his mind as he continued to wait. He hoped for just one evening the kaiju would pity him and let him have this moment to enjoy something he never allowed himself. Rushed footsteps had Kaka turning his head towards the sound pushing any remaining thoughts to the very back of his mind. He spotted you quickly making your way through the flood of the crowd. You waved when you noticed Kafka staring and he waved back. His heart began to pound a little harder, seeing your messy bun and casual clothes that were both comfy and stunning on you. In seconds you stood before him panting and tucking strands of hair that had slipped loose.

"Sorry I'm late," you panted. "I got caught at work and I ran home to change. I hope you weren't waiting here long."

"Nah I haven't been here that long at all," he grinned easing your worries. In all honesty he would wait an eternity for you if it was required. He kept that embarrassing thought to himself though.

"How was work," you asked while adjusting the strap of your purse that had slipped in your rush.

"Messy," Kafka replied causing you to giggle.

"I salute you and all the crews that clean up the kaiju aftermath. I couldn't do it."

"The smell isn't so bad once you get used to it," Kafka shrugged before offering you his arm. "Though intestine duty sucks! Nobody can get used to that part." He knew you were being nice, asking him about his work but he refused to let the topic of kaiju guts ruin his night out with you.

"Seriously," you took Kafka's arm leaning up against him while your fingers threaded together with his. "I appreciate what you do Kafka. The Defense Force gets all the glory and they should but I don't want you guys to feel like nobody appreciates you."

He blushed, glad to have people like you to realize the important work he and his fellow kaiju cleaners do.

"How was work for you," Kafka asked, happy to have a chance to change the subject as you both walked together. The softness of your fingers laced with his wasn't lost on him as he was having a hard time keeping himself together.

"Ugh busy," you deflated. "I was so excited about tonight that everyone and their aunt came in to slow me down. Then when you're naturally in a hurry everything slows you down. But I made it and I'm here with you so that's all that matters."

"You don't have to be in a hurry to be on time with me. I would wait for you as long as it takes. You're worth every second."

"Well aren't you sweet Kafka," you cooed as a blush darkened Kafka's cheeks.

"Soooo," he coughed, "how about conveyor belt sushi?"

"Yes please! I'm starving and I feel like I could eat my body weight in sushi right now."

"Good because I know the perfect place."

"Lead the way oh valiant man of kaiju disposal!"

The place Kafka chose was packed with the dinner rush but you both were able to snag the last booth before the line outside started to gather. Kafka helped you to sit before taking his seat in the booth across from you. He knew most girls would hate having to be in such a cheap place, they rather have the expensive sushi restaurants. But not you, you were always content and happy to be around him no matter where you both went. You were watching the little plates go around and around, trying to decide what you wanted first and Kafka was just content just watching you instead. You glanced towards the screen at the table, of the anime character keychains the restaurant was advertising if you ate so many plates. Kafka made it his mission right then that he wasn't leaving until you at least had one keychain, even if it wasn't exactly the one you wanted.

"Who are you wanting to get (Y/N)," Kafka leaned in to ask.

You pointed," Him! He's my absolute favorite but I would take any one of them honestly. It's fun just to see the surprise."

He nodded, "Well we can't get you your prize unless we start eating so dig in!"

"Gladly," you beamed.

Easy conversation passed between you both as plates began to pile on the table. Kafka would take the time out to slide them into the counter and it wouldn't be long until you had that prize in hand. You had forgotten about the prize so far as you were enjoying the food. While you stuck with most of your favorites you weren't scared to branch out and try other things you normally wouldn't. You picked up a plate while Kafka slid more plates getting them out of the way and counted, you took a bite. You could have melted into the floor at the delicious taste and you knew you had to share with Kafka.

"That good huh," he chuckled.

"You have to try some!"

"Okay," Kafka smiled. "I'll grab one as it comes by."

"You don't have to," you picked up the other sushi piece with your chopsticks and held it out to him. "Here have this piece!"

Kafka looked at you before glancing at your chopsticks. The ones you had been using since the meal began and it made him shiver.

"I couldn't possibly take yours. You really like it."

You still held the sushi out a stubborn pout on your face and Kafka knew he couldn't win against you. He liked you too much and he would count this indirect kiss as a blessing. He took the food and you were right it was delicious. Though he did have to fight the red in his cheeks before you noticed. Kafka gulped as you took another bite with the chopsticks you just used to feed him. That's when you jolted, realizing what you just did.

"Kafka I am so sorry," you couldn't believe you didn't realize. "I wasn't thinking! I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable."

He waved his hands quickly trying to dash your fears, "No it's fine! It didn't bother me at all! I just didn't want you grossed out that you shared your chopsticks with me and I didn't want to take a piece of the food you're enjoying."

"I want to share," you replied pushing the plate towards him. "I never want to be selfish whenever it comes to you."

"I don't think you have a selfish bone in your body," Kafka replied as he took your hand when you released the plate. He kissed your wrist gently and placed it back on the table. He turned to put more plates into the counter when you tried to reply. It was that moment that you both had eaten enough and your prize dropped down cutting the conversation short. Kafka gently took it from the chute and deposited it into your hand.

"Your prize! Open it let's see who you got," he grinned brightly and you shivered in anticipation.

Kafka paid the tab and held the door open for you as you both made it back onto the street. You skipped happily your new keychain already put on your purse. You had to stop yourself from squealing in the restaurant when you opened the capsule to see the character you wanted nestled inside. Kafka had clapped for you, extremely happy that on the first try you had gotten the keychain you wanted. His mind kept racing as did his heart at the thought of your radiant smile.

This time Kafka took your hand, lacing your fingers together. He had never been happier than in this moment. He had a lot riding on tomorrow and he wanted to remember this time for a long time just in case everything didn't go well tomorrow.

"Are you okay," you interrupted his thoughts as you felt Kafka's body stiffen.

He sighed, "Yeah. I take the physical test tomorrow for The Defense Force. Ichikawa pushed me to try again and he's testing with me. The kid has a lot of potential but I'm still skirting by by the edge of my teeth. And I'm terrified, it's my last chance as I'll be too old next year and that's the end of my dream."

You squeezed Kafka's hand tightly, trying to will the confidence you had in him into his being. "You can do this Kafka. I believe in you and Japan could use a man like you in The Defense Force. I know your best friend is a captain and she's amazing, but you're amazing too. You just have to realize that and know that nobody can judge you by things you can and can't do. Just give it your all I know you can do it!"

Kafka wiped at his eyes and tugged you into a crushing hug. You squeezed him back tightly glad that you were able to encourage him, even if it was just a little bit.

"C'mon let's get you home so you can be well rested for tomorrow," you finally said when he let you go.

"That eager to get rid of me," he chuckled while he sniffled.

"Absolutely not but a Defense Force officer in the making needs plenty of rest!"

"Yes ma'am," Kafka saluted. "But I'm making sure you get home safely. I'll go straight home I promise."

"Pinky promise," you glared knowing that Kafka had a habit of enjoying a beer or two once he got home.

He wrapped your pinky with his and nodded, "I promise."

You leaned in kissing his cheek, "For luck."

He cupped your cheek and pressed his forehead to yours as your pinkies remained intertwined. He brushed a tender kiss against your lips. You melted against him tugging him closer with hand pulling at the collar of his shirt. He deepened the kiss leaving you breathless as you both finally realized the tension between you two melting away. Kafka had tried to rein in his feelings, afraid that he would lose you if you knew how he felt about you. But as you kissed back he realized how much you felt the same. Parting from you he kept his forehead against yours, trying to catch his breath as he gazed into your misty eyes.

"I wanted to do that for awhile now," he admitted.

"Me too," you smiled blushing bright pink. "But no more distractions get me home!"

Kafka swung your clasped hands making you laugh as you both continued talking. Dreaming about the future as he lead you home, making sure you were safe inside before you closed the door. As promised Kafka went straight home and got ready for bed. He just knew he would make it this time and it was all thanks to you. He couldn't wait to call you tomorrow and tell you that he made it. He fell asleep with your smile in his thoughts and the kiss still lingering on his lips.

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Dream girl Part 2

Next part

Sidney Crosby x Reader

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A/N: Thank you to everyone who asked for a part 2, I had no intention to write one but here we are, and I might even be working on another part! Also, it is canon that Sidney Crosby knows what a finsta is. Anyway, English isn't my first language, enjoy!

It’s not funny how much he thinks about you. A small, twenty minutes interaction at a random event was enough to leave him wanting more, so much more. We’re talking wedding and six kids, more.

Your smile, your charm, your brain: you have completely ruined Sidney for any other girl, ever. His DMs are full of Instagram models and women confessing their love, but no one would ever compare to you.

It’s more than an obsession, at this point. It sounds creepy, but Sid only allows himself the occasional perusal of your social media account from his own finsta. He checked your boyfriend’s account, but there weren’t any photos of you there. This was typical rookie behaviour, trying to look as available as possible to gain attention and maybe a few hookups during away games. As much as he enjoys his privacy, if you were his, you would be plastered all over his account. But before that, he would have to make an account, or at least a public one. Wait, no. No posts. He wants to keep you to himself.

Anyway. This isn’t the point. The truth is, Sidney wants to kill his teammate. Or at least, make you realize that you’re dating an idiot. Or, even better, make you fall hopelessly in love with him.

In theory, this isn’t an easy task, as there are many obstacles in the way, like the fact that you’re too loyal to your boyfriend. Nonetheless, that doesn’t stop Sid from trying.

“Are you even old enough to be here?” Sidney asks you playfully. He’s been observing you all night, trying to catch you alone. You finally made your way to the bar. Sid had been watching your boyfriend from the corner of his eye, and he seemed busy. He was clear to make any move he wanted, even though it went against every principle in the book. You looked so good, with a top that showed off your cleavage nicely and miniskirt barely covering your ass. He wants to make you sit on his lap and raise his hand from your calf all the way to your underwear. He bets his fingers would come off soaking wet.

“Of course! We aren’t in the States, remember? This is Canada baby!” Sid follows your throat with his eyes as you throw your head back in laughter. He doesn’t miss the innuendo that you’d be too young to drink back in Pittsburgh. He notices that you’re definitely starting to get tipsy, a little bit drunk even. He also notices that he really, really likes it when you call him baby, even though he’d rather be a daddy.

Okay, the making-you-fall-in-love-with-him-game starts now.

Sid chuckles. “True that. Let me buy you a drink then.” He takes a mental picture of you to add to his collection. You look especially gorgeous tonight, but your outfit is clearly missing a necklace with the letter “S” and a big diamond your left hand. A few hickeys on your neck would also be a nice touch.

You offer him a smile that makes Sidney’s heart feel like a ball in a Plinko game. “That’s very nice, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. I was just here to get some water, actually. My boyfriend doesn’t like it when I’m drunk.” He doesn’t miss the sadness in your eyes after that last comment.

“Oh really? Why not?” You sigh and Sidney wants to pick you up and comfort you until your life is nothing but sunshine, lollipops and rainbows.

“He says that I’m too needy when I’m drunk, even though I have never ever drunk enough to throw up or to even be annoying, at least I think.” You roll your eyes then add, blushing: “I also have the tendency to forget my manners and get up to dance on tables, so maybe it’s for the best.” You shouldn’t have added that last part. Now, all Sidney’s picturing is you in that exact outfit, dancing on the bar, Coyote Ugly style. It’s a wicked image, one that will keep him awake for many nights to come.

He tries to regain his composure and manages to get a sentence out: “That’s too bad. I would have liked to see you up on tables, dancing the night away. I would pay for that.” Your beautiful eyes turn as big as saucers. You flush instantly, and it’s the cutest thing he has ever seen. He likes making you blush. He wants to see you in a lingerie set that exact colour, only for him to rip it off you with his teeth.

“I wouldn’t make you pay. I’d even strip for you, if you’d ask me to.” You gasp at your own words and Sid’s forgotten how to talk. He stares at your pretty mouth, slightly open from the shock.

“I mean, if I didn’t have a boyfriend, of course! And only if you wanted to! I mean, not that you'd want to!” You seem to want to crawl under the bar from embarrassment. Sid just finds it cute.

"Sweet, you know I want to." He winks, and your cheeks are as red as a Habs jersey.

“ Well… Maybe one more drink wouldn’t hurt?”

Through the obstacles, Sid seems to be making progress. He's getting closer and closer to being your dream man. He purposely befriends the rookie, only to get closer to you. It’s a really shitty move, but he’s lost all his morals. It works, because he can now gather info from your boyfriend, and also evidence that’s he’s not good for you. He notes every time he seems him talking to another girl or even leaving his hotel room in the middle of the night.

Sidney thinks about you constantly. He replays all the interactions he has had with you in his head like a carousel. He wants to buy a subscription of you. Since he can’t, he dreams of you.

In his dreams, you call on him like a siren would to a sailor. He hears your voice, then smells the hints of jasmine in your perfume before he sees you. You’re dressed exactly like you were that night that he first met you, but unlike that time, you’re alone. Sidney gets closer to you, and you grab him by the collar and caress his cheek.

“I want you, Sidney Crosby, but I especially love you.” Then, he puts his hands on your waist while you lock yours behind his neck. He bends down to your height, and he barely has the time to savour the taste of your lips before he wakes up.

It’s always at four in the morning and he wakes up drenched in sweat, sheets all messed up and with a desire he knows he won’t be able to turn off unless he does something about it. The next morning, he goes to training and talks to the rookie, acting like he didn’t beat himself to the thought of his girlfriend professing her love to his captain.

And when he notices that you go out of your way to talk to him at events and that you always smile when your eyes meet his?

Yeah, he was one step closer to being your dream man.

[writtenbyshama]

Long Way Home [Part IV]

[Azriel x Reader fanfic]

Synopsis: Y/n is the daughter of a healer in the city of Velaris. After a small incident, she moves to the House of the Wind to work for the High Lord, Rhysand. Everyone in the house seems to welcome her except Azriel, the second in command. Even though he is just blankly polite and does not acknowledge her much, she can't help but fall for him. Does Azriel return her feelings or remain unfeelingly aloof?

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Read Part 1 here.

Read Part 2 here.

Read Part 3 here.

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Part IV

"I'm seriously surprised that you've never flown before."

I levelled Cassian with a dead stare. "I don't have wings, dumbass."

"You could've asked me or Azriel to take you flying."

"I am also chubby and heavy to carry."

He scoffed, and in one movement, picked me up in his arms, bridal style. "Heavy, my ass. You're perfect."

I blushed and brought my hands around his neck as he directed. He stepped onto the balcony wall, and my heart thumped in the thrill of anticipation. 

"Ready?"

I nodded, grinning uncontrollably. This was fun. 

He jumped, spreading his wings to catch the wind. I screamed as we dipped for a moment before he soared high and steadied. 

For a moment there, I was sad because I had missed out this experience. Not for long, though. Cassian weaved through the highest parts of the city, laughing along with me. He circled around the perimeter of the city and then went beyond, above a thin ribbon of a stream. Here, he swooped down sharply, and my stomach plummeted along. 

While we were just a little above the water's surface, he tilted me and let my feet dangle in the cool water. It made me giggle, and soon enough, he was soaring above again and returning to the city. He flew for some more time, until he was tired and deposited me on the balcony. 

My legs trembled as I walked over to a seat and flopped down. Cassian had to leave because Rhys was summoning him, and I thanked him profusely before he left. He was very sweet, and this short trip was amazing. I spent the rest of the day in a daydream, packing a small suitcase to take home since I was spending the next two days with my father. 

When I was packing some toiletries, Amren knocked on the open door. 

I waved her over to one of the chairs. "Come in."

My quarters was mostly empty now, I had shifted everything except the ones I immediately needed. She looked around and perched elegantly on the chair and lifted her head at me.

"Why are you leaving?" She asked bluntly. 

My hands stilled, and I thought over my response. I had planned to leave without anyone noticing, and I wasn't prepared in the event that someone did notice. 

"Are you unhappy here? Do you feel unwelcome? What is it?" She asked again. 

"The actual reason for my leaving is not valid, to be honest."

She leaned back and crossed arms. "Try me."

"It involves one of the residents here. It's not their mistake, it's mine. I carried a lot of unfulfillable expectations, and I just want to stay away."

I didn't have any idea what I was saying. I spoke one word after word without even thinking whether they made a connection or not. She stared unblinkingly at me and I returned it with a steady gaze. Finally, she stood up and walked out without a word. 

I broke the news to my father at dinner the next night. He was very confused about my decision, as he thought that things at the House of the Wind were going rather well. However, he came to the crux of the matter quickly. 

"It's about Azriel isn't it. He hurt you."

"No he didn't. They are all very nice to me. But I can't stay there any longer. The problem is with me. I have feelings for Azriel, and I want to go away from him since there is not a chance of anything happening between us and I can't take it anymore."

There, I said it. I didn't meet Azriel frequently, but I thought of him every single day. He consumed my thoughts ever since I've lived in the quarters next to him, even when he didn't look at me for more than a span of five seconds. I must've gone insane.

My father watched me in silence for a few moments. 

"Alright. Let me know if you need any help. Stay safe out there, and reach out to me if you need any provisions and supplies."

I smiled, a bit teary as I reached across the table and took his hand. "Thank you."

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@kalulakunundrum

@thelov3lybookworm

@hnyclover

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Read Part 5 here.

This fanfic can also be found in Wattpad, along with other exclusive parts like playlists and pictures. Here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/358573037-long-way-home

Happy reading! <3

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[dilvuc]

I'm not sure if requests are open, so if they're not, feel free to ignore this.

May I request a part 2 to the Matchmaker Vil x reader oneshot you wrote? I would like to see an alternate, happier ending for Vil.

If not, perhaps a similar theme where reader has to matchmake someone with Floyd?

Thank you very much. 🖤

『MATCHMAKER』

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: matchmaker alternate ending

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: vil x gn!reader (+ rook)

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: you are known as the matchmaker at heartslabyul. a matchmaker who never failed at matchmaking until…

"Another matchmaking complete." You sighed with relief. You were given the name "Cupid" for a reason. You're known as the matchmaker at Heartslabyul, who matchmake students with their crush. You never failed your position as the matchmaker…

Or so you thought…

"E-excuse me, Cupid. I have a request for you." A student blushes while fiddling with his fingers.

This matchmaking was given an unexpected surprise that led to a huge failure for the first time.

"What do you have?" You asked the student. The student responded, "There's this person I like. They're pretty, smart, and have great talent and I was hoping if you could matchmake me with them."

"Ah, he's talking about Vil, is he? This will be fun." You thought before speaking out loud with a wink, "Say no more. I'll get you with this admirer."

The student thinks that you understand. Unfortunately, he didn't realize that you were gonna matchmake him with the wrong person.

During PE, you look around to look for a beautiful blonde around the field until you've landed on a beautiful blonde, who's doing a stretch.

"Hey, there's the beautiful Vil-sama." You greeted the blonde while offering a bottle of water.

"Ah, if it isn't the Cupid of Heartslabyul?" Vil smiles as he accepts the water bottle from your hand. "How may I assist you?"

"Let's talk somewhere private."

The two of you are seated at the back of the gymnastics where you two can have a private talk. Now it's your chance to ask, "Say, do you have a crush on someone?"

Vil fiddles with the tap of his water bottle, "Ah…? That's an odd question, but…" The beautiful blonde paused when he noticed how close you were, making his heart pounding in his chest. "I do have a crush on this person…"

"Really? What are they like?"

"...Uh…They're pretty, very intelligent, and…very talented." Vil finished. You realized that's the same description that the student was saying. The blonde continues, "I don't know if they will return my feelings. Sometimes they're just dense, not realizing how I feel about them."

"...!" Your brain finally made progress, the student doesn't have a crush on Vil, they had a crush on you. You screwed it up, but—

"I'm in love with you, [Y]...!" Vil confesses to you. "...W-will you accept my feelings for you?"

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You have feelings for h— Huh? You gasped softly when Vil confessed his feelings to you. You hope this isn't staged since he's an actor. You look around to see if there aren't any cameramen.

"Don't think this is being staged! T-this is real life!" Vil clasped your hands into his, pressing them against his chest, "I'm gonna ask this again: Will you accept my feelings?"

"Go, go, Vil~" Rook cheered for the blonde from the bushes.

"Vil…" Vil gulped before closing his eyes tightly, waiting for the answer coming from you. He's preparing himself for the best or the worse. The beautiful blonde felt arms wrapping around him and pulled him close.

"[Y]...? A-are you ok…?" Vil blushed.

"...I can't hold it any longer." You whispered, nuzzling your face in the blonde's shoulder. "I was jealous when I thought my client wanted me to matchmake them with you. I'm glad it isn't you they were crushing on."

"[Y]?" Vil questioned as you pulled away. You gently grabbed his shoulders and confessed, "I love you, Vil…"

"...Huh…? H-huh?! Really?! Y-you're serious, right?" The blonde stammered with a red face. He stopped for a minute to take a closer look at your face, and you were dead serious. “...T…that…That isn't fair! I-I confessed first! But…I love you, too…”

“I’m glad…I was…ready to kiss you. I have been holding it in for a while because your lips look kissable…” You chuckled. Vil blushed before gently grabbing your face, “Same goes to you. K-kiss me already…”

“Sure~ But…can you tell Rook to give us some time alone.” You sweatdropped when you noticed a hat sticking out of the bush. Vil flinched, “Ah, I forgot about him…”

“Bravo! Bravo, Beautiful Vil!” Rook clapped with crocodile tears pouring from his eyes.

“R-Rook, I think you should let us have some alone time…” the beautiful blonde blushed.

“Sorry, I was just too proud!” Rook beamed, wiping away his tears.

“Rook!”

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

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[lixiesstorys]

All For Love And Love For All - Queer Kids Series - Part 1 (Dreamers Dream Until They Don't - Part 6)

Trigger warnings: homophobia/bi+*phobia, misgendering on purpose *(bi+ are all sexualities that include attraction to more than one gender)

NO smut (I swear, only kissing but that doesn't count, right?)

(Hurt one: Felix)

Comforter: Changbin

Pairing: Changlix <3

Felix (out to members): Androgyne*, pansexual/-romantic*, he/she/they (is fine with any)

Changbin (closeted): Boyflux*, Bisexual/-romantic*, he/they (but mostly he/him)

Words: 4k

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 and part 5 of dreamers dream until they don't :).

I'll address Felix with he/she/they, so don't be confused if there is suddenly a 'she' and don't fear to read the sentences two times or more if they don't make sense to you. Changbin will be only addressed with he/him and you'll see why (or I guess) X3

Felix is pansexual and androgyne. Well, his parents aren't really supportive when he finds the strenght to come out to them... (Wow, I have a description for it :D!!!)

It was still early in the morning, when Felix woke up to someone crying silently. The dancer was completely awake when they realized that. They're first thought went to Chan. Did he slip in littlespace again, without even wanting it? No, that wasn't possible. Chan shared a room with Seungmin and Jeongin, both very light sleepers, so they would've woken up if it would have been Chan.

The Aussie looked around, since the crying seemed to be near them. Then, they saw where the noises came from. Changbin layed in his bed, curled up in a little ball and sobbed in his pillow. Felix' protective side snapped in action. Was Changbin sick? Did he have a nightmare?

"Changbin-hyung? Everything okay?" The dancer noticed how deep their voice sounded, still thick of sleep and that kinda embarressed them. Changbin however flinched at the sound of his roommate's voice, scared that he woke them up (wich was actually the case). "Y-yeah 'M fine..." but Felix was already by their friends' side and placed one of their hands on the rapper's forehead, still assuming that he was sick.

Changbin had to chuckle a bit. "Lixie-ah, I'm not sick, I promise." "Then, why are you crying?" Felix looked at the older one with a worried gaze. "I...I read the hate comments again..." Changbin admitted, avoiding Felix' face. The dancer sighed and sat down next to their hyung. "You know those aren't true. The people who write this are just jealous. I mean who wouldn't be jealous to live a life with us?" Felix asked jokingly and the rapper laughed. Then, his face grew serious again. "But... what if... if they're right? I mean I'm not really... pretty..."

The Aussie looked at Changbin with wide, big eyes. How dared he to say something like that?! "Seo Changbin, you are beautiful! Haters are just that: haters. They hate people to make them feel bad about themselves, but most time there isn't anything true behind that!" Felix stared at the rapper to study his face. Changbin's pout made the dancer blush and they had to look away. They wasn't allowed to feel like that! It would risk everything the group had build up over the years!

When Felix dared to look at Changbin again, the rapper just looked at them with an unreadable face. Did he see Felix blushing? Hopefully not! the dancer thought. They knew that they had to tell Changbin what kind of attraction they felt towards the older boy one day, but not now. Felix cleared their throat and the older one came out of his frozen state.

"But how do you know?" "Know what?" "Know that they aren't right? Because one thing is sure: I don't fit in the Korean idol-type. That is a fact..." Changbin frowned at his phone. "But you fit in my type" Felix muttered under their breath, thinking, Changbin didn't hear them. But their hyung looked at them a bit confused. "What?" "I... uh... said that... that many STAY think that you are handsome! You shouldn't focus on the hate, but on the good comments. And on sleep. It's late... wait no, it's early. Too early!" and with that Felix hurried back to their own bed and pulled their blanket over their from embarressement burning ears.

Changbin still looked at them, completely stunned. What on earth had gotten into Felix? The rapper had seen how his friend had blushed before stammering something like 'but you fit my type' and suddenly dashing off to hide under their blanket. His gaze was fixed on the other's bed, like he could hypnotize the Aussie to tell him what just happened. Butterflies started to flutter in Changbin's stomach, but he shook his head, just like that would make this warm feeling go away. What had gotten into him? He knew that he was bi, but falling in love with Felix was completely out of question! Being in a group together made dating between them nearly impossible and even if... no. Felix deserved someone who was more beautiful, kinder and just... better.

Changbin sighed annoyed and layed down again. His feelings were completely out of hand and he hated that! That was when he realized, that he was honestly scared of falling in love. No- falling in love with Felix.

In the morning, Felix went downstairs as fast as possible. He hoped he could talk to Chan, before the others would be awake. Of course Chan was already up, sitting in the kitchen and working. "Good morning Channie-hyung!" "Good morning Felix. What are you doing up that early?" the dancer sat down next to his friend and started to play around with his own fingers. "I need your... advice?" the leader closed his laptop and looked at the younger Aussie: "what's wrong?" Felix breathed in deeply, before the words started to pour out of his mouth. "Imaybeinlovewithsomeonebutthesomeonedoesn'tknowit andIdon'twanthimtoknowbutIalsowanthimtoknowbuthedoesn'tlike meback *breathes* butI'mnotcompletelysureandyesterdayI saidheismytypebutI'mnotsureifheheardthat-..."

Chan looked at Felix, completely flustered. "So if I understood right - correct me if I'm wrong - you are in love with someone, apparently a member of the group, and you aren't sure if he knows it and aren't sure if you want him to know, but you said something that could make him think that you love him?" the dancer nodded. "And now you need my advice in... what?" Felix sighed: "I don't know it myself. I mean, you can't really give me advices for that, right?"

"Sadly no, I can't. I'm sorry Lixie, but you can always come to me, you know that, right?" "Yeah, I know"

The leader smiled at Felix and opened his arms for a hug. His younger friend melted into the touch and closed his eyes. Yeah, he knew that he could go to Chan, whenever he needed an ear to listen to him. The Aussies were like brothers for each other, everyone knew that.

"Do you really have no idea what I can do? I don't want to risk our success, but I hate to love someone who doesn't know that I love him..." "Mh, I think you should just talk to him, as soon as it feels right" Felix groaned frustrated: "But that is the thing I don't want to do!" right after he said that, he lowered his voice again, scared that he could have hurt his friend with the sudden outburst. "Sorry" he mumbled, looking to the ground. "Hey, there is nothing you have to be sorry about, you're stressed and that is completely understandable. I don't want to know how often I snapped at you" Chan smiled warmly at him again, before he said: "but that is the only thing I can tell you that I think would help. To communicate openly is the first thing you have to do." "I'll... keep that in mind"

When he opened the door to his dorm slowly, Felix saw that Changbin wasn't there, maybe in the bathroom to make himself ready for practice today. The dancer sat down on his own bed and stared on the wall. Why was everything so complicated?

Meanwhile Changbin stood in front of the bathroom mirror and stared at his own face. This time he wasn't there to show himself that he was 'ugly'. No, this time he was just confused. Confused about his gender. He had heard that nearly every queer person questioned their gender once in their life. But the rapper wasn't sure if that was questioning anymore or real thinking or even worrying about being not or not completely male.

That all had started when Felix came out to them as androgyne and pan. Changbin always had been unsure about his gender, but having someone in the group who actually was non-binary threw all his 'I'm completely male' thoughts in a bin. But what was he? He was sure he wasn't androgyne like Felix, but definitely not completely male either, right?? And what pronouns did he want to use? How was he supposed to figure out all of this?

Sighing, Changbin just stepped in the shower and turned the water as cold as possible.

When he came back in the dorm, it looked like Felix had just left the room. The rapper sat down on his bed and pulled out his phone. It was only one recording session today, so he had time enough. Changbin blankly stared at the screen. Now, what was he supposed to do? He couldn't just google 'am I trans/non-binary?' right? Should he just ask Felix? No, that was embarressing! Changbin breathed out once, before he typed 'Gender identities male list'. The result shocked him. Why were there so many?? That would be a looooong research.

Felix sat on the couch, his legs crossed and his phone in front of his face. He was in that position for nearly half an hour by now, but he didn't focus on the pain that started creeping through his spine and neck. The dancer was too focused on the text he was writing. Not a songtext, but a coming out letter to his parents. But that however didn't want to work. It never sounded like it could be sent to anyone.

FAMILY GROUP CHAT 💕

Yongbok: Hey mom, hey dad, I wanted to tell you something.

Mom: Sure, what's up sweetheart?

Yongbok: So, I really had to think about how I'm going to say that. It's about my gender and attraction. I identify as androgyne. You'll probably know that label as a clothing style, but it's a gender too. That means that I feel partly male, partly female. For that I use all pronouns, mostly he/she/they. And for attraction: I'm panronantic/-sexual, wich means I love people regardless their gender.

Dad: Wow, didn't expect that when you said you want to talk to us.

Mom: Me neither...

Yongbok: You both don't sound amused?

Mom: Honestly, we aren't.

Dad: How do you think we would react if our SON tells us that he partly identifies as woman? That isn't even possible!

Mom: And to that, you are a male slut! How should we be proud??

Dad: It's a shame that your mother even gave birth to you!

@Mom blocked @Yongbok

@Dad blocked @Yongbok

Felix looked at his phone in shock.That was fast and unexpected. His parents blocked him? For just saying who he was? In that moment, something in Felix shattered. The people who he thought he could trust the most beside his members, just left him?

Tears started to sting in his eyes and he stood up abruptly, speed-walking to the room he shared with Changbin.

They opened the door and just curled up on their bed while starting to sob. What they didn't notice was, that their friend was in the dorm too.

Changbin stared at Felix, completely stunned. What happened, why was the dancer crying like this? Before he knew what was going on, the rapper kneeled next to the Aussie's bed, stroking their back. Anger rose in him. Who hurt Felix like that?!

"Lixie, what happened?"Felix tensed up at Changbin's voice. He wasn't supposed to see them like this! He would surely think that they were weak! "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I just want to know what happened, so I can help you" their hyung's voice was so warm, that Felix' heart started to hurt. They were SO in love with Changbin. But being in love with someone you couldn't be together with, burned like a knife in the chest.

After Felix calmed down a bit, they started to talk: "I... I c-came out to my parents, b-but they didn't... didn't accept me and started t-to in-nsult me. And th-then they bl... blocked me..."

Changbin's eyes grew wide. How dared Felix' parents to do something like that?! "Whatever they said, it's not true, okay? Nothing of that is true! What did they call you like if I may ask?"

Felix swallowed once and answered: "Th-they told me that I... that it's not possible to identify partly as a man and partly as a... as a woman and th-at I am a male s-slut and that it's a... a s-shame that my mom gave birt t-to me..." after they finished, the dancer hid their face in their hands and choked out a heart-breaking sob.

The rapper still sat next to Felix, not knowing what to do. "Felix... I... I'm sorry that they said something like that. That surely hurt you pretty much! And that is bullshit what they were talking! If you are partly a man and partly a woman, then you are! That is possible, as we all can see. And you aren't a slut just because you love regardless of someone's gender! Don't listen to those people!"

The Aussie uncovered their face, but still didn't look convinced. "B-but what if they are right? What if no one will ever love me the way I am?"

"That is complete bullshit, Felix" "How can you be so sure?!" "Because I AM in love with you!"

Changbin clapped his hands over his mouth, right after he finished the sentence. Shit! Why did he say that?!

Felix stared at him, their jaw had dropped, so their mouth stood open. The room was completely quiet and and tension built in the air.

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that!" "Changbin-" "No! I'm sorry!" and with that, the rapper stood up and hurried out of the room.

Changbin ran. Not without knowing where he wanted to go- he knew excatly in wich direction he wanted.

The rapper reached the JYPE-building completely breathless after 10 minutes of running.

He slowly went up the stairs, until he came to a door. On the studio door was written '3RACHA'. Chan would surely know what he was supposed to do!

Changbin didn't even bothered to knock, knowing that the leader would wear headphones. When he came in the room, Chan sat in front of his laptop, listening to some recorded parts. The rapper cleared his throat and the older one spinned around. "Oh Changbin! What are you doing here? Your recording session is in... 4 hours!" "That isn't why I'm here, hyung. I... I think I made a big mistake..." Chan looked at his dongsaeng and raised one eyebrow, assuming the worst: "I listen".

The rapper closed his eyes for a moment to sort the words in his head. "Okayyyyy, so I... I don't know how I'm supposed to say that without saying too much about another person... uhmmm so - first of all, I'm bi and yeah, I think I need to say that before because it could be confusing- anyways, the person felt down because of... hate comments and thought no one would ever love them, but I'm in love with them and said that. After that I ran away because I panicked..."

The leader looked at Changbin for a minute. "First of all, thanks for telling me, I only can imagine how hard outings can be. So now to your problem: the person knows that you love them, but you... escaped the situation with running off and now you don't know what you should do?" the rapper nodded. "The best way to solve that problem is-" "to communicate openly, I know. But how am I supposed to do that? I behaved like an idiot!" "You were scared and overwhelmed, that is completely fine-" Chan was interrupted by his phone that started to ring. Looking at the screen, he frowned. "I have to answer that, okay?" Changbin nodded again, and Chan picked up the phone.

Chan: Hello-

Felix: Heyyy Chris, the worst and best thing ever happened!

C: Okay?

F: Where are you? I need to talk to you. It's urgent...

C: At the studio and I think I know what you want to tell me. Just come here, okay?

F: Okay, already on my way

After Chan hung up, Felix put his phone in his pocket and wanted to leave the dorm, when he noticed the flag that was opened on Changbin's laptop. Taking a closer look, the dancer recognized the flag: it was the boyflux flag, a label that Felix had used a long time to describe is gender. Wait, was Changbin struggeling with his identity too?

Shaking of those thoughts, at least for now, the Aussie went out of the dorm and straight to the studio.

When he came in the studio, Felix froze in his movement. With Chan was Changbin. His heart started to beat faster and when Chan saw him, he smiled. "Ah, there you are! I'll leave you both alone, so you both can talk to each other, like I said to both of you! And now there is the problem. You can not not talk to each other and hope that problems will be solved from nothing!" with that their leader walked out of the door and closed it behind right behind him.

Changbin looked at Felix anxious, when he sat down. Before the dancer could even open his mouth, the rapper started to talk: "I'm so, so sorry Lixie! I just... freaked out! I didn't mean to say that, I didn't mean to run away!" "You... didn't mean it?" "No- I mean yes- no... ugh I don't know! I meant what I said, but I didn't want to sound like that!"

Felix tilted his head. "So... you meant that?" Changbin seemed unsure, but eventually nodded. "yeah, I meant it. I am in love with you."

Silence filled the studio, just like it had filled the dorm. The rapper didn't dare to look at Felix, who stared at his own hands. Then he spoke up: "I... I don't know what to say..." "Just say that you don't like me back. It's... it's okay, you know?"

Suddenly, Felix stood up. "No, it's no okay! You know why? Because I love you too! And if you would've payed attention, then you would've noticed! I mean I was so obvious, wasn't I?" the last sentence was interrupted by his own laughter. But Changbin still didn't look at him.

Sighing, Felix kneeled down next to him and gently lifted the rapper's chin, so he could see his face. "Hey Binnie, look at me. I. Love. You. Too. You heard that?" Changbin nodded slowly. "But... you deserve someone better than me. Someone who isn't-"

The rapper was interrupted by Felix' soft lips, that pressed against his own. Changbin froze, before he relaxed and leaned into the kiss. In his opinion, they could have stayed like that forever, but eventually Felix pulled away after some time. "Now, tell me. Someone who isn't what? Confused about their gender?" his hyung looked at him in shock. "How do you know??" "Oh, you left your laptop open and I recognized that flag. Boyflux is a label I used for a long time, you know?"

"You don't mind that I question my gender?" Changin asked, looking unsure "Why should I? I'm a slut, I don't care about gender!" Felix laughed and Changbin had to smile a bit. "So, would you like to be my... girlfriend or boyfriend? What do you prefer?" "First of all, I'd love too! And honestly, I like both and my gender intesity changes, so could you ask me sometimes? If that is okay, of course!" Changbin looked at him, shocked that the dancer assumed it could be a problem to ask. "Of course it's okay, Lixie! And just tell me if you prefer different pronouns or names over time, okay? And another thing: you aren't a slut, your parents are just dumb, so don't say that about yourself" Felix nodded, grateful for the support.

"Where do you feel more belonging to right now?" "Mh, actually, I think more like in the female direction? I don't know to be honest. My identity is always in the scale of 50% that and 50% that or only a bit difference. Right now I would say 55% female. I could also use the label 'demiboy' but androgyne feels better. And demiboy is an umbrella term for every gender that is partly boy or male."

"Okay, that is really confusing. So short, you prefer to be my girlfriend right now?" Felix nodded. Then she looked at Changbin: "And do you feel like boyflux fits your gender? And if yes, do you want to use different pronouns?" the rapper thought for a moment. "I think it fits, at least in the moment. And I think I would go by he/they, but mostly he?" The dancer nodded again. "You don't have to sound that questioning, if you feel good with it, just go for it!" Changbin's heart fluttered and this time, he kissed his girlfriend first.

When they came back home and sat around a table with the others for eating dinner, they had a plan: they wanted to come out to the others. Or better, they wanted to tell the others about their relationship and Changbin wanted to come out. "Are you nervous?" the rapper asked and looked at Felix, who nodded. "Yes. And you?" "Me too. But they'll accept it!" "Yes, they will. Outings are always scary, but you know that, I guess. Or don't you?" "Only with my sexuality, but gender is a bit different" the dancer nodded again: "it is, but no worries, I'm here with you!"

And then she raised her voice, just that loud, that everyone was able to understand her: "So Changbin and I wanted to tell you something..." Felix looked at the other 6 people who sat around the table and then to Changbin, who cleared his throat and started to speak: "well, you all know that Pixie is androgyne and pan" Felix blushed and looked at the ground when the rapper addressed her like that. "And well, I wanted to... uhm... announce something? So, you have to know... I'm boyflux. That means my gender flucates in intensity. It can flucate from complete masculine to partly masculine to genderless. I would use he/him and they/them as pronouns, if you are fine with it. And, I'm bi, I don't think that I need to explain what it is?" the others shook their heads, already knowing, that there would come something else. "Yeah, and uhm... Changbin and I are in a relationship."

Now, the silence broke, because of a "WHAT? SINCE WHEN??" by Seungmin. "Only since today, chill you wild puppy!" the rapper said, but couldn't hide a laugh. "I think it's really brave of you both to come out to us!" Chan smiled at the couple warmly and Jisung shouted "LONG LIVE THE GAYSS!" what made everyone laugh,

"See? Nothing happened. It's okay to be yourself Pixie!" Felix blushed again and replied "Just wanted to say the same to you, Binnie!" and then both leaned into a kiss.

END

Hehehe that is too cutee >:33. I first thought I wouldn't be able to use she/her for Felix and blame me later, but now I love it, it just sounds so cute!!!!

[xoxonyxx]

What Should've Been (Azriel x Reader)

A/N Apologies for any grammar mistakes. This hasn't been spellchecked. Also this isn't really a part 2 to What Once Was b/c it doesn't follow where WOW ended, it's more like a glimpse into the past when Azriel was falling for Y/N. Hope I break some hearts a little more. Enjoy.

It was during one of the times that Rhysand had brought both Cassian and Azriel back home to visit. He had been trying to tame the eagerness he felt at the thought of seeing you again which was no easy feat. Lately, Azriel had no control over his feelings when it came to you, his internal struggle wreaked havoc in his thoughts. You were Rhysand's little sister and a dear friend to him, one of the very few he had and he knew you deserved someone so much better than him. So he’d try to push down whatever inappropriate feelings he’d have and attempt to convince himself that the only reason his heart stumbled upon itself when he heard your voice was because he was overwhelmingly happy you were near as any friend would be. The list was endless of how many senseless and idiotic reasons he tried to convince himself of.

Obviously, it was an ongoing battle that he wouldn’t wager on being the victor of.

Unfortunately for him though, he hadn’t seen you last night when they had arrived due to it being so late already and this morning you had already been up and about before anyone in the house awoke. 

You had been gone all day but that hadn’t been odd as you were often off with your own friends usually getting into trouble or entertaining yourself outside of the castle when your father was in a foul mood. However, once you had missed dinner he had been tasked with finding you by your worried mother as she saw how the sun began to disappear and you still had yet to return. That’s how he found himself searching all of your favorite hideouts only to find you sitting near the edge of the lake surrounded by books, illuminated by lanterns all around you and the moonlight above. 

“So this is where you’ve been hiding all day.” He sighed as he approached you, watching as your concentration broke upon hearing him. 

You turned to him with a small glimmer in your eyes and a hint of a smile on your full lips, so small that if he were anyone else, he wouldn’t have noticed.

“If I had known you were missing my company, I would’ve made sure to not leave you all day Az. We all know how needy you can get when you’re not given the proper attention.” 

Gods, what he would do to see your smile but as of late you had seemed to carry around a bitter sadness in your eyes that he couldn’t figure out. And no matter how many times he or Rhysand and even Cassian asked, you shrugged it off and said nothing to shed light on the issue. 

“Well how about we try not to disappear for a whole day next time, can’t have me starved of your attention, princess.” He responded as he took a seat next to you on the grass, close enough to feel your warmth. His shadows immediately made their chaotic way to you, gliding up your arm as you reached out to caress them. He blushed as he tried to restrain the shadows and call them back to him. 

Giving up when he couldn’t gain control, he finally looked around at the mess of books surrounding you. “Looks like you took every book from the library. What are you up to?” 

You glanced down at the book you were holding on your lap before closing it shut, fully turning to face him causing him to do the same. His eyes trailing your face, appreciating the glow the stars and the moon shone upon you, committing the image to memory and thanking every being in the universe for allowing him to exist in your presence. 

“I’ll tell you as long as you promise to listen to everything I have to say first and ask questions once I’m done.” Curiosity filled him before he gave a nod allowing you to continue. “Ok well for the past month I’ve been collecting every scripture I could possibly find on anything written on Shadowsingers which was incredibly difficult might I add but I should’ve expected that considering how rare you are. Anyway, I tried to learn everything I could find on where your shadows come from and what they are, even on how they work which by the way they’re actually so incredible Az, you have no idea. I went down the rabbit hole and actually found out that although very difficult it’s possible to hide from them.” 

You paused for a second, taking in a nervous breath before looking into his eyes and continuing.

“ And I don’t know… I just thought that getting to know them would make them a little less terrifying to see them as a part of you?” He silently stared for a moment, taking in everything you had said until he finally spoke.

“You did this for me?” He asked, softness lacing his voice as he felt warmth flood through him. 

You gave a slight nod as you played with the rings on your fingers. 

“Why?” He had to ask, he had to know why you would put in all this effort for someone as undeserving as him.

You shifted slightly, reaching out to grab his hand, stroking his scarred hand as light as a feather and with the softest voice he’s ever heard from you up until today, you respond with an answer that sets his heart off racing. 

“You’re my friend Az, I’d do anything for you. And I just want you to see yourself as I see you. You think that no one notices but I do, I see how difficult it’s been for you to adapt to your shadows even after all these years and how desperate you are at hiding them at times and I want you to know that there’s no need. No need for the shame that fills your eyes whenever you catch a glimpse of your hands, no need for the embarrassment that you feel when you can’t control your shadows. There’s no need to hide, they’re a part of what makes you who you are and you as a whole are perfect Azriel.” 

His breath caught in his throat as emotion consumed him and from that moment on he knew that there was no coming back from loving you. He had never met a person with your heart, the heart that loved so fiercely and with so much passion that it could bring him to his knees. You would hold his own tainted heart in your hands until you decided you no longer wanted it and even then he wasn’t sure he had it in him to take it back. 

So for the rest of the night, you laid side by side underneath the stars explaining everything you had learned while he listened attentively, hoping you didn’t realize that you hadn’t let go of his hand yet. 

And as he rested his eyes upon you, determination flooded his veins and realization struck him. He could no longer be just friends with you. He could no longer pretend that he didn't burn with need to have you at his side, could no longer bring himself to forget that you were his very last thought before he drifted off into slumber and that it was you who consumed his every waking thought.