#WITHOUT LOOKING IT UP BEFOREHAND ill know

[hopesangelsprite]

Closer

Pairing: Illumi x Wife!reader

Warnings: kissing, suggestive content, light angst

Summary: Your husband isn't really the touchy feely type... but when it comes to you that tends to change often and very quickly.

It wasn't often that your husband had days off. It was even rarer that he spent those days off relaxing rather than training or picking up small, quick missions for extra money (not that he needed it anyway). Today was different, though. Illumi had about a week of downtime before his next mission and, instead of prepping, he was sprawled across your shared bed napping.

You were worried at first, his uncharacteristic behavior causing you to wonder if he was feeling well. After the first few days of observing him and assuring yourself that he wasn't ill, you chalked it up to him finally taking some time to relieve stress. Though you wanted to relax with him, there were still a few tasks you needed to complete beforehand. You sighed inwardly from your desk and continued to work on your computer. What had started as light research quickly turned into hours of sifting through data and you were quickly becoming annoyed.

"Wife.", Illumi called out, his voice heavy with sleep. You froze and listened for any signs he was fully awake. Illumi took your silence as ignoring him and spoke again. "You know I don't like repeating myself.", he grumbled and the sound of sheets rustling met your ears. You turned in your chair to see your husband sitting up on his elbows, eyes half-lidded with sleep and light annoyance. "What is it, love?", you hummed at his tired, disturbed state.

Without another word spoken, he patted the empty side of your bed and motioned for you to come forward. Your brow quirked and a smirk crept onto your lips. "You're not being serious, are you? You usually want nothing to do with me when it's nap time.", you chuckled and his eyes narrowed even more.

"I'm not above coming to get you myself. However, for your sake, I advise you to do as asked.", he spoke lowly while brushing inky strands of hair from his face. A giggle passed your lips as you stood and made your way toward the bed and joined your grumpy husband. After taking a moment to adjust the two of you, Illumi nestled his face against the side of yours and exhaled. "That wasn't so hard, was it? You've been at that damned computer much too long for my liking.", he complained as he pulled a small blanket over the both of you.

You rolled over to face him, placing a kiss between his collarbone and Adam's apple. "Almost sounds like you missed me.", you cooed sweetly to which he huffed through his nose. "So, what if I did? A man's allowed to miss his wife, is he not?", he mused with hands gently drawing patterns onto your lower back. You opted for more silence as you looked over his features, taking mental photos in case his next mission took him away from you longer than usual.

Illumi opened his eyes, lashes fluttering as he looked over you with onyx orbs. "What's wrong?", he questioned softly while pulling you closer. You shrugged and leaned into him, indulging in the cool of his skin. "I miss you a lot when you're gone.", you finally answer, "I wonder whether or not you'll come back to me sometimes…". Illumi remained silent, allowing the weight of your words to fully settle over the room. It was often you felt this way, the long periods of waiting eating away at your resolve. His occasional battered state upon returning only deepened that fear that he'd not come home one day.

"You don't have to worry about that.", Illumi spoke after a little while, "I'll always come back to you… even if it's the last thing I do.". You looked up at him, in awe of the sudden tenderness he possessed. "Promise?", you whispered into the room's atmosphere. He nodded, taking your hand in his and intertwining his fingers with yours. "I promise.", he vowed before pulling you impossibly closer.

You smiled giddily, the tension finally rolling off your shoulders. "Besides,", Illumi spoke as he settled himself in the valley of your breasts, "How could I possibly think of leaving all of this behind?". A gasp and a cackle left you as you felt him nibble at your chest, his hands squeezing the fat of your ass. "I knew you didn't want me to nap with you!!", you laughed while trying to wriggle out of his hold, "I still have work to do!".

You managed to get a leg and an arm free before Illumi dragged you back into him. "The only thing you should be doing is me.", he muttered while attempting to hold you still. After a while of resisting, you finally let your husband pin you to the bed with a satisfied smirk. "Your research can't make you feel the way I do, can it?", he questioned proudly to which you rolled your eyes. Even though you didn't want to admit it, he was right. You stared up at him, taking in just how pretty he was with bedhead and sleep still lingering in his eyes.

"Fine. You get two rounds before I go back to work.", you offered to which he scoffed with narrowed eyes. "Four rounds.", he countered indignantly. You smirked while tucking a few strands of hair behind his ears. "Three rounds and cuddles. Take it or leave it.", you negotiated before leaning in to kiss him. "Deal.", he hummed between kisses with hands roaming across your body, "I'll give you under-desk support after.".

"What? No-".

[whoistartaglia]

trust falls with genshin mem

neuvillette would catch you and it would be something out of a romance novel. one hand supporting your back, the other your legs. the perfect bridal-style hold. when he realized you’re just playing a prank on him, he’ll gently and gracefully return you to your feet, and sneak a chaste kiss on your cheek as he does so.

wriothesley would try to be a bridal-style hold but start it too late. this leads to him to awkwardly clutch your legs and arm. he might try to adjust his hold and make it slightly better, but if he can’t, he’ll make you do it again, despite your protests it won’t be a surprise anymore. if he does convince you to give him a redo, he’ll have a mostly perfect hold, even as you playfully roll your eyes in faux annoyance.

zhongli would catch you before you even knew you were committing to the fall. a firm touch on your back stops the trust fall before you can even yell it out. what can he say, he knows you better than you do yourself sometimes. if you try to do it again later, zhongli will also best your attempt. and if you try once more, he’ll keep that hand lingering on your back. just in case.

xiao would be very confused and almost let you fall, until his instincts kick in and his body autopilots to catch you. his hold will be firm and uncomfortable as he rights you back to your feet. he gives you a look like what are you doing? he might also ask if you’ll ill, and if you admit it’s a prank he’ll laugh, once, and then ask you to never do that again. you and your mortal antics scare him sometimes, y’know?

childe is familiar with this prank from his siblings, and he’ll play one back, by not catching you until the absolute last second. you think you’re about the hit the cold hard ground, until childe’s hand slips under your back millimeters from the impact zone. everything after that is a whirl as childe bypasses getting you back on your feet, but instead hefts you over his shoulder, maybe twirling you around. what were you thinking, pranking someone with younger and older siblings?

kaeya would warn you that he’s not going to give into you’re little prank before you start the fall. he knows what you’re up to as you survey your surroundings and decide on a place to land incase he’s not quick enough. you ain’t that sly. if you should decide to go ahead with the prank anyways, you’ll see kaeya was just bluffing, even as he grumbles with you now in his arms. give him a peck on the lips, he deserves it.

diluc would literally stop everything to catch you. pouring a drink? it’s on the floor. reading a book? not anymore! his catch might not be terribly graceful, but it’s efficient and gets the job done. you don’t touch the floor and you’re not very disoriented by the end of it. he might ask you not to do that again, before huffing out a small laugh at your prank. a dusting of rose can be seen on his cheeks at the romantic position you put him it.

alhaitham will catch you without looking. yeah, he’s just kind of cool like that. you’ll do your trust fall and alhaitham’s arm will reach out, cushioning your fall and either guiding you to the floor or righting you immediately. he’ll only look at you when it’s over, raising an eyebrow in a judgemental stare, before returning to whatever he was doing beforehand. what can he say, he’s a busy scribe/acting grand sage/boyfriend.

kaveh would fall with you. whether he was also planning a trust fall or just decided to join in, you can’t decide. all you know it that you were falling, he was falling, and seconds later, you had landed, and so had kaveh. except you landed on a confused, slightly miffed, and a little hurt, kaveh. you both laid there in bewildered silence, both trying to understand what just happened. kaveh technically did break your fall, even if it was in rather unfortunate circumstances.

[tossawary]

Thinking about the SW prequels versus the original trilogy again and I was trying to come up with a "Binary Sunset" equivalent moment within "The Phantom Menace". You know that moment where Luke stands alone on Tatooine before his adventure begins, looking off into the darkening horizon, and the music swells with all of these unspoken emotions?

Watching "A New Hope" after watching the prequel trilogy is interesting, because the original film is a lot slower in many ways. It allows the viewer to really sit in this fantasy world, appreciate its unfamiliar details, and think about what the characters must be feeling without being directly told. While I don't think that TPM should try to copy ANH beat for beat by any means, I do think that the prequel trilogy, especially TPM, could have used more scenes that let the actors and the music work to impress upon us that kind of emotional interiority.

For example, Obi-Wan is given a stunning lack of emotional focus throughout TPM, up UNTIL his solo battle against Darth Maul and his grief urging him to take on Anakin as an apprentice afterwards. It's good that we have those moments, and yet I don't think the battle hits as hard as it could have if we'd been offered scenes beforehand that told and showed us more about who young Obi-Wan was and how he felt about what was going on, so that we cared a little more about his deep personal loss, especially given that the Obi-Wan and Anakin later relationship is an emotional core of the trilogy's tragedy. Obi-Wan spends a lot of TPM as just "that guy standing next to Qui-Gon", leaving fans to turn to novelizations and their own assumptions for a little more depth, which I think is poor filmmaking.

Padmé receives perhaps even worse treatment than Obi-Wan in regards to her emotional interiority early on. (Especially in "Attack of the Clones", which is so focused on how Anakin feels about everything that it's hard to know from the films alone why Padmé as a specifically flawed person might find him appealing, making what could be a deliciously ill-advised affair of passion and need for comfort much more one-sided and flatter (and creepier and sexist) than it could have been.) You could even argue that TPM really ought to be "Padmé's" movie, in that it's her homeworld under attack, for which she (despite being a child) has been made responsible. Her desperation, her fear, her anger, is manipulated to put a future Sith Emperor in a position of power. The Jedi are helping her, yes, but it's Padmé relentlessly driving the plot forward.

Instead of being relegated to more of a supporting character position, I think Padmé should have been given some of those slow "protagonist" moments in TPM to showcase her emotional state, specifically a scene that would have been the rough equivalent of Luke returning to the destroyed farm after the stormtroopers attacked. Padmé's party manages to escape Naboo without the film ever really dwelling on the violence, which is yet another missed opportunity. TPM ends up treating war a lot more comedically than the shootouts and climatic dogfights of ANH.

I think it would have kicked ass if the fight to get the queen on an escape ship had been even harder. The queen is hustled onboard, the ship takes off, and then we see one of the handmaidens (Padmé) rush to the window to watch as another wave of attack rushes over her city, her people. The prequel trilogy is tonally all over the place, so it's nice to imagine another version of TPM setting the tone with its own version of the "Binary Sunset" moment in which a devastated Padmé silently looks out over a horizon that's falling to pieces. Fire reflected in her eyes and everything. With the music swelling grandly with the unforgettable, life-ruining horror of war already begun.

If I had to put a "Binary Sunset" moment in the prequels, that's where I'd put it and who I'd give it to. Young Luke still has an entire heroic future ahead of him, but young Padmé is going to helplessly watch everything she cares about be destroyed by powers far greater than her.

[damn-stark]

Dae-ho tic where him and reader always sabotage each others relationships/talking stages with other people because they want each other but are afraid to say it

4 attempts

Kang Dae-ho (player 388) x fem!reader

A/N- I giggled writing this!

Warning- Angst and fluff!!

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1st attempt-

This first sabotage was as simple as breathing. Maybe Dae-ho is being cocky, or your possible boyfriend was insecure, but it truly was a simple task. Dae-ho happened to catch that you were going to hang out at your house and he came stumbling by at your door.

“Dae-ho,” you stammer with surprise as you see him outside your door.

Said man smiles his charming smile and holds your gaze. “Hey, sorry for not calling beforehand but I was in the neighborhood and I had this,” he says as he shows off one of your favorite desserts, replacing your annoyance with temptation.

“You’re not going out right?” He follows his comment with a question he knows the answer to.

“No, but I have someone over. A date. Potential boyfriend,” you reveal, but it doesn’t bring him any surprise, he pretends to be shocked but he knows that too.

“Well I am your best friend,” he points out. “I need to meet him anyway. What harm can it bring?”

You contemplate his comment and also glance at the bag in his hand as if that delicious dessert is what is winning you over, but the truth is a part of you is relieved he’s here, interrupting this moment. You don’t let yourself accept that but you are and that part of yourself that is steps back to open the door wider so he may walk in.

When you close the door behind him your date interjects with a question as he walks over. “Who was it?”

When he makes it to the entrance of the house he comes to a sudden halt and straightens up as he sees Dae-ho at your side with a small smile that was too smug rather than friendly.

“Kang Dae-ho, her best friend,” he introduces himself and then gets closer to your date to offer him his hand.

Your date glances at his hand with his breath caught in his throat and then looks over at you with uncertainty before drawing out a deep breath and taking Dae-ho’s hand without meeting his eye.

“I am sorry for intruding,” Dae-ho doesn’t fail to be respectful as he makes himself at home right away and walks to the dining table to set his stuff down. “But I was in the neighborhood and bought some of her favorite dessert and well what friend would I be if I didn’t share?” Dae-ho says as you quickly join him while your date follows behind slowly, catching your eagerness that you failed to show him.

“However, I am sorry that I didn’t bring you any. I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” your date quickly assures him as he finally reaches the table.

Dae-ho flashes him a faint smile before he reaches in the bag and pulls out a small box and napkin and hands it to you. He doesn’t finish there though, he pulls out a drink kept inside the bag and as if expecting it, you take it without so much as looking, letting your date know for certain what he needs to do.

So by morning, just as Dae-ho wanted, your date cut all communication with you with a blunt text.

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2nd attempt-

Failing is hardly something you did. Sure you do fail from time to time, you are only human, but it’s not something you let slide often, but today…today was one of those days. You failed horribly.

“You’re his best friend, you know him more than anyone could so tell me honestly what he's like,” Dae-ho’s date tries to interrogate you out of genuine curiosity. With no ill intent. You recognize that with the way she carries herself, the way she acts, and the way she looks at him with genuine interest and affection. Maybe that’s what makes you fail or maybe it’s what she says next

”I really like him,” she says. “I just want to know if I'm wasting my time and getting my hopes up to later get them crushed.”

Your stomach twists and irritation rushes through your veins. You don’t even take time to question yourself if you want to shatter her feelings and stomp on her illusions, that irritation takes over before you know it.

“He may be my friend but,” you pause and take a step closer to her. “I have to be honest because no one else will,” you speak with a honey-laced voice. “He’s not particularly loyal. It may seem like that now but in a couple weeks he will be texting other girls. It happened last time.”

The girl’s lashes bat as she deals with the disappoint you just hit her with and steps away as she ducks her head.

“If only I warned you before you came,” you say as you reach over and pat her hand. “Just don’t tell him I told you so.”

You finish with a sweet smile and stroke her hand before you walk out a bit too overzealous, but how could you not be?

You might have failed at containing your…burning feelings, but what you told Dae-ho’s date worked because by the next day she asked him out for coffee and ended things with him.

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3rd attempt-

Maybe it’s the men you date, or maybe men in particular happen to be more jealous than women but don’t dare to admit it. Or maybe, just maybe, it was Dae-ho stepping over the line. Again.

Whether he meant to or not it didn’t matter. You were at the concert of your favorite artist and Dae-ho happened to be there too. It was on purpose, he happened to like that artist too so why would he miss it?

Now you were at two separate sides of the stadium, but when it came down to it, when you were drunk off the excitement, Dae-ho made his way to you and there was no stopping either of you now.

You both sang at the top of your lungs, jumped, and danced like no one was watching when someone was. Your boyfriend. He was next to you, but with Dae-ho there and stepping over the line, singing with you, and dancing too close for comfort, it’s like your boyfriend didn’t exist. He didn’t even feel like a third wheel because he felt invisible.

Or you just didn’t care about him when it came to Dae-ho. Maybe Dae-ho is all you need. He’s all you care about—no, he’s the one person you care about most in this world so no one else can even be at his level.

It was easy to see, and it was even more obvious that Dae-ho recuperated those feelings with the way he looked at you so affectionately and beamed at you so brightly. He laughs at the little things you say and can never keep his eyes off you; it’s like he’s making sure nothing or no one causes you any harm.

He may be charming and look like he could not harm a fly, but anyone could see how protective Dae-ho was without having to even bare his teeth.

Yet that’s not what sent your boyfriend fleeing, it was a smaller fact. A gesture that could mean nothing but can also mean the world. You shared a drink. You had finished yours so Dae-ho said you could drink from his cup, and that’s what hurt your boyfriend the most because he looked down at his own cup and it was still halfway full, making it just enough to share with you, but you didn’t even look his way. Not even to ask to buy some more, so when he could, he broke up with you, giving Dae-ho a win.

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Last attempt-

If things were simple you would be able to accept your feelings. You would be happy with the person you think about the most. The one person you love more than life itself, but here you are, with makeup running down your cheeks in a restaurant after a man you hardly liked confessed to cheating on you.

Maybe you should’ve expected it. It’s karma after what you’ve done to sabotage Dae-ho’s relationship, but it didn’t stop it from hurting.

As to why your boyfriend told you in a restaurant of all places? You don’t know, but it made it worse; knowing all the people are staring, and listening in to the drama that unfolded before them.

Yet your embarrassment is not what sends you fleeing. You could have walked out when you were collected and no longer had makeup staining your cheeks, but you can’t handle the pain, you can’t contain the ball of emotions that keeps growing and makes your throat and eyes burn, so you swiftly grab all your belongings and storm out of the restaurant. In doing so, on your way out, you bump into none other than your best friend Dae-ho.

At first, he didn’t recognize you, but it does hit him once you’re out the door that it was you. So with a quick dismissive comment over his shoulder to his date, he runs after you.

Dae-ho calls out to you as you storm away with your arms wrapped around your body to keep as much warmth as possible on this winter night, but you don’t stop, so without so much as thinking about his date, he runs after you to catch up. Once he’s close enough he grabs your shoulder before you can take another step and turns you around.

When you look him in the eye and realize it’s not your boyfriend but Dae-ho, you break down into a sob. “Dae-ho,” you mewl.

Said man looks at you like he’s been wounded and grabs your shoulders. “What’s wrong? What happened?” He quickly bombards you with questions.

You sniffle and part your lips. “My boyfriend, he—he.” You can’t even finish what you’re going to say because of how choked up you get, and he doesn’t wait or pester you to finish. He immediately wraps his arms around you and hugs you against him, basking you in his warmth and comfort.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he tries to soothe you as he rubs your back. “You’re going to be okay.”

You let out another shaky sob and grip onto him so he wouldn’t let go. Neither of you proceed to utter a thing, you stand under the falling snow and let the bitterness nip at any exposed skin it can reach.

It’s only once your shoulders stop shaking and Dae-ho’s date is long gone after being forgotten, that you pull away, but he doesn’t let you stray far, he cups your jaw and holds your gaze with tenderness.

“He cheated on me,” you whisper hoarsely, making him sigh with pity.

“I’m sorry,” he says as he strokes your cheeks with the tip of his cold fingers. “He’s an asshole.”

You nod gently and sniffle again. “I don’t even know why I dated him. I didn’t even like him, but I thought maybe…just maybe it would help.”

Dae-ho blinks with confusion and he quickly he follows up on your question. “Help what?”

You avert your gaze and sniffle. Your pause lasts for a moment. It’s only when his hand falls on your shoulder and the other falls at his side that you speak up.

“Forget my feelings for you.”

A cloud of Dae-ho’s breath forms in the space past his lips as he can’t help but gasp.

“I went into that relationship knowing what I felt, but I also know that you don’t feel the same and I can’t possibly live with that so I had to forget, but he…” you trail off and slowly lift your gaze, meeting his bewildered eyes.

“Who,” he stammers and you lose all contact with him as he pulls his hand off your shoulder. “Why…why would you think I don’t have the same feeling you do? I love you,” he admits, stealing your breath and making you feel as if you’re out of this world.

“All this time,” he adds as he watches you work through your disbelief. “I was just…scared that it would ruin us. If I had known—all those dates I’ve been on…” he trails off and grabs your shoulders so you can look him in the eyes as he then continues firmly. “…If it’s true that you feel what I do, tell me and I will stop wasting my time with nobodies.”

You blink in disbelief and your lips part because of the same feelings.

It’s hard to process the fact that he shares the same love you have for him, but that fear of letting him know no longer exists. You’re just hesitant because you’re still caught in disbelief.

“I…I do,” you confess slowly, making him beam at you before he presses his forehead against yours.

“I was going to kiss you, but I think it would be wrong considering…” he doesn’t finish saying but you know he’s referring to your situation.

“Hm,” you hum and grab his face this time to press a light kiss on his lips. “For warmth.” You giggle.

He can’t stop smiling. His smile brightens as he keeps you close with the intention to not let you stray from him anymore.

[kissohee]

losing ur virginity with riize members ot7 riize x fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : N/A ☆ mdni! warnings; mention of corruption kink?

shotaro ☆ losing your virginity is such a huge thing, and shotaro is always very happy that you want to lose it to him. however, he needs you to be sure you want him to take it for weeks before he actually does. just in case you were only feeling that way at that time, and he only wants to do it when he knows you are 100% ready. eunseok ☆ since it's your first time, whatever happens is up to you. if you want to ride him, you can. if you want him to be in control, he can do that! he doesn't really care about how he feels in the moment, and is more focused on you. he might have to remind himself that it's your first time quit a lot because he'll go overboard without realizing. lots of aftercare after though, he'll do anything for you. sungchan ☆ he's very excited but he pretends to be very calm about it. just the thought that he'd be taking your virginity had him hard before it even happened, which made him realize he had a corruption kink he had no idea about. but it doesn't show when it happens! he's actually very soft, looks can be deceiving. wonbin ☆ unlike sungchan, he is very calm about it inside. last thing he'd want to do is freak you out, and he never cared about virginity that much anyways. but nonetheless he's very thankful you trust him enough to lose yours with him. he'll hold your hand a lot during, and he'll constantly be kissing you. seunghan ☆ will prepare a dinner date beforehand. losing your virginity is a one time thing, and if it's not perfect, he would beat himself up over it. im talking rose petals, candles, soft music. he even changed all the bedsheets just to make sure the experience is amazing for you. and it is, he's very soft and he'll take it extra slow. just for you. sohee ☆ all you have to do is say the words "i want you to take my virginity" and he's practically jumping from happiness. we know he's extremely horny so he's been looking foward for this day to come. definitely less prepared, but that's what makes it more natural. he makes so many noises and he can barely stay still during, it makes you wonder if you're the one losing your virginity. anton ☆ anton truly believes that when the time comes, it comes. he's never seeking it out and he let's life do it's thing. when you're ready, of course you tell him and he makes sure to walk you through every step. it's very lighthearted, you guys might even laugh a bit if he's too big for you (which he is, lets be real).

ill probably write a "riize losing their virginity with you" ver later - 🐠

[evie-sturns]

ᴇxᴀᴍ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

summary: you're mind is clouded with stress due to the fact your final highschool exams are next week. matt comes over to help you with studying, and also to take your mind off everything.

contains: smut, fluff, small age gap?, swearing, crying.

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matt and i have known each other since he was 13 and i was 11, our families have been super close for around 7 years. a year ago Matt confessed to me, I felt the exact same.

"oh my fucking god." i groan, throwing my head into my hands as i feel a burning sensation at the back of my throat.

its my final exam week starting tomorrow, and i'm attempting to catch up on last minute homework beforehand. matt graduated 2 years ago, he was top of his class, i pick up my phone and dial his number.

i need desperate help.

"hey!" matt says into the phone, a smile clear by his voice.

i sniffle quickly before starting "please come over nothing is making sense." my voice wobbles as i clutch the phone in my hand.

"oh fuck-.. no yeah ill be round in 5 minutes okay?" he says gently into the phone.

i nod like he can see me, then hang up.

-

i hear my bedroom door opening, my head snaps up to look at him from my bed. hes got worry painted across his face as i see his eyes dart over my matress, which has several books on it. "you okay?" he asks, walking over to my bed and sitting down on it opposite me.

i shake my head "i can't do this shit" i groan, matt nods understandably before grabbing my hands and pulling them away from my face.

"look at me" he says in a serious tone, i tilt my head up and lock eyes with him. "i'm gonna help you okay?"

"thank you," i say as my voice breaks.

he sits up and walks over by my side before plopping down on the bed next to me, he grabs the textbook which has around 15 questions left on it. "not even ai understands it, i tried." i sigh earning a laugh from matt, i lean my head on his shoulder.

"basic algebra, you know this, i know you do sweetheart."

i shake my head "my brains so fucking foggy i bet you i couldnt do a 6th grade multiplication table right now."

"foggy like how" he questions, tilting his head.

"just everything i have so much on my mind." i reply lifting my head off his shoulder and staring at the questions.

"you're okay, look- 'factorising an algebraic equation means writing the expression as product of factors, which are simpler algebraic expressions, this is done..." the rest of what matt says doesnt get through to me, i cant physically wrap my mind around it right now.

i feel my eyes start to water before several tears start to flow down my cheeks, "got it?" matt asks, keeping his eyes fixated on the page resting on the sheets. i stay silent "hello?" he says again, this time looking over at me.

"oh god- no no don't cry" matt panics, grabbing my cheeks and giving me a gentle kiss.

"i can't think." i squeeze out, matt wraps around me. "this might not sound like good timing but, i can.. help you?" he says nervously, grimacing slightly.

i hand him the pencil, his words not passing through. "no no, like i can take your mind off of the work for a little bit" he repeats.

realisation hits me and my eyebrows raise, my head snapping round to look at matt who has an innocent expression plastered on his face. i nod, and without another word my shirt is halfway across the room.

he laughs quietly, his shirt meeting mine in the corner of the room. his chain lays loose on his bare chest. he stands up off the bed, i lie back. "i want you to just be a... - like a uh" my eyebrows scrunch "a what?"

"i hate the word but its the best way i can describe it." matt chuckles, "say it!" i smile

"pillow princess..?" he says quietly, icking himself out.

"okay" i shake my head with a wide grin before.

matts long cold fingers reach out to grab the waistband of my sweatpants, sending goosebumps down my body. he tugs at it gently, letting it slide down my legs.

"you okay?" he asks while unclasping his belt "i think?" i reply stupidly.

he nods, his tongue sticking out to wet his now dry lips. his baggy jeans pool at his ankles, leaving him in his boxers.

"ready?"

i nod, "yep-..yeah"

he stands between my legs before hovering over me, colliding our lips together aggressively.

it never fails to shock me how he can switch from so innocent to so.. different.

i moan lightly into the kiss as i feel his clothed bulge against my inner thigh. he abrubtly pulls away from the kiss pecking kisses down my neck, to my chest, to my stomach.

i squirm desperately on the bed as he pauses just above my clit.

"more." i whine, matt shakes his head, lifting his head up and grabbing my thighs he spreads them further apart.

i throw my head back "fuck." i breathe, before i can breath again matts tip presses against my clit. i instantly look up, questioning how hes just undressed the rest of the way in under a second.

he runs his soft tip through my folds, he presses only an inch or 2 inside of me before he pulls out, continuing to tease me.

"matt i need you." i groan, my back arching off the bed.

"can you get on fours for me sweetheart?" he asks softly, i nod, instantly flipping over and arching my back.

"good girl." he coos, lining himself up with me. "gonna keep being whiny?" he asks, i shake my head no. "thats right." he says.

"this is whats gonna happen okay? you aren't gonna start asking me to slow down because i think we both know how needy you were just acting."

fuck.

i dont think a single sentence has ever turned me on more.

i nod frantically, matt presses down on my back, arching my back more.

i feel him slide halfway inside of me slowly before slamming the rest of his length into me, earning a squeal from me.

before i can even process my thoughts hes slamming full force into me, deeper and deeper each time. my moans cloud the room along with heavy breaths coming from matt.

his tip continues to bruise my cervix, i clench around him each time it does.

"fuck-.." i hear matt whimper lowly from behind me.

he reaches a hand round under me and presses on my lower stomach.

hes never done that before, but holy fuck am i glad he did.

i instantly release over matts cock, clenching harshly around him with a scream.

matt pulls out, releasing over my back.

"you-you okay?" he stammers breathlessly, flopping down beside me.

i nod, my mind fully blank.

i guess him 'helping clear my head' worked.

-

matt finishes redressing me before sitting back down next to me, the air around us is hot and thick, but matts still determened to get this homework done.

"okay- so as i was saying factorising an algebraic equation means writing the expression as product of factors...

-

matt and i have been working through the textbook for about 20 minutes, everything makes sense and now i can't understand what i wasnt understanding earlier.

"you try this one okay?" matt hands me the pencil and i start to scribble down the awnsers. "you got it!" he smiles proudly, kissing my cheek.

i yawn, tired out from.. everything.

"you tired?" he asks, wrapping him arms around me and flopping down on the mattress. "very." i reply, my voice croaky.

"you wanna sleep, we can finish this tomorrow morning okay? and ill just drop you off at school or whatever." he asks, without another word im fast asleep on his chest.

1:24am

i wake up to the sound of pencil scribbling on paper, confused i sit up. matts sitting criss cross on the bed, leaning down over my textbook and filling in all the awnsers.

"matt?" i groan, rubbing my eyes.

"go back to sleep gorgeous," he replys, looking back at me

"what are you doing.." i ask, my eyes adjusting to the light.

"im doing this for you, you already know how to do it, i saw you. you're gonna be too tired to do this in the morning." he says.

i crawl over to matt and smother him in kisses "maattt, thats adorable."

"shush, this is a one time thing." he replys, shaking his head with a smirk.

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[h1biscusgal]

ASKS IN A BUNDLE BC I'M TIRED : PART 2

OH MY GOD I MISS EACH ONE OF YOU I SWEARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, MWAH TO YOU ALL I ADORE U SO MUCH.

AND THANK YOU MY DARL, i'm fine so far ml and im so sorry i could not post, had my phone away and i'm on my laptop rn, but thanks sm for asking you're so sweet omg, i feel like i literally won in life having ppl care for me IM GIGGLING TEE HEE.

ok so, let me explain this metaphor, once you CLAIM they aren't sick, there is not one part of your mind that will see it as SICK, which in short, means none of this sickness existed once you banish it.

it's so hard to explain bear with me- BUT, your mind sees something, you'll persist, and it shows up, that's the thing, there's no "oh what if in my other reality-" that's shifting for a reason baby, once you set your foot on the reality you want it stays that way, and everything follows through.

ALRIGHT SO, hypnagogia is not forced, nor is it "trying to reach there", you simply always are in that state before you sleep without even knowing, hypnagogia is usually something that happens unaware when you DRIFT off to sleep, simply state and understand that no matter whatever you do, you STILL enter it, you just gotta stay aware of it and that's simply easy, i listed a HUGE range of methods ppl do to keep awake when they are trying for the hypnagogia, it's in my masterlist post ab the hypnagogia. but either way! if you WAIT on GOING IN THE HYPNAGOGIA, you're actually drifting further away from it, because you're keeping yourself awake further more or boring yourself which leads to sleeping, ACCEPT IT YOU'LL ENTER AND JUST LAY BACK AND WATCH, try the forearm method too, it's when you raise your forearm and if you sleep it'll wake you up when it falls.

OFC YOU CAN BE MY ANON, now, for racing thoughts, you can meditate beforehand if you like, OR! let the thoughts come and just observe them until it quietens down and goes blank, or i like to actually focus on somewhere on the ceiling first before trying and just looking at it until i feel everything drift off.

GIRLY THAT WAS A SHIFT LMFAO.

OR! it could be a false dream that happens a lot, it's when your mind plays the scenario so well, when something like this happens and you're not sure, ground yourself to your surroundings, affirm in your DR tense "my name's ---" "i'm --- years old." and so on and on, use five senses, so that even if it is a false dream, you trick your mind into shifting you there, but seriously this sounds A LOT like a shift.

a place where your awareness is not bound to any body, nor is it bound to any material, a part of you that is the simplest form, you usually enter it when sleeping that's why you don't feel your body when you sleep, nor are you aware of it.

FUCK HWUEGUAQIWJWHE Y'ALL WHEN I TELL U TEE HEE THIS SHIT IS REALLLLL, AND BTW THE WHITE LIGHT IS SO REAL??? I HAD IT THE FIRST TIME TOO LIKE I WAS "hol the fuck up if it's my brother again with the flashlight ill whoop his ass", only when i woke up and saw no one, i looked in my brother's room and mf was fast asleep, i was SO confused then remembered, y'all i promise it's so fucking easy.

YES DARL.

MWAH ASK ME ANYTHING LOVES.

don't wait on the "movement", BE the movement, don't see it? "fuck it if i don't see it? i'll show you the movement."

EMBODY, it's not about confidence, it's actually about NOT GIVING A SINGLE FUCK bc you KNOW you can do it, if you keep waiting for someone to get you water, no one will know when will they come back, but if you get the water yoursef? you know exactly how much time you need.

JDEWFGRHEWJQKLERENJ CONGRATS BBY MWAH.

OFCCCC U CAN, I KNOW YOU WILL ENTER BTW

OFCCCC, i think i shared it somewhere but here u go darl:

I always wake up in the void.

My subconscious randomly wakes me up in the void in the middle of the night.

The void is mine.

I am already the void.

No matter what i do, i still wake up in the void.

My subconscious knows how to enter the void.

My subconscious already wakes me up in the void anytime i want.

I don’t need to believe the void, i always wake up in it and that’s a fact.

My breathing is regular when entering the void.

All resistance dissolves now — I am open and receptive.

My subconscious mind is a powerful magnet for miracles.

Old beliefs fade away. My new reality is already here.

I am free from fear, doubt, and delay. I transcend them effortlessly.

I choose the new version of me, and it instantly becomes real.

I was born to enter the Void. It's who I am.

The Void is my natural state — familiar, safe, and instant.

I have unshakable confidence in the Void. It’s always mine.

I am the Void. I become it instantly.

The more I trust, the faster it happens. I trust fully now.

Entering the Void is easy, normal, and guaranteed for me.

I already know how to enter. My subconscious does it perfectly.

I don’t need effort. I just choose — and I’m there.

Every version of me already knows how to enter — and I shift to that version now.

If I fall asleep, I instantly wake up in the Void.

My subconscious never forgets — I always wake in the Void.

Sleep is not a block — it’s a gateway for my void.

The Void meets me the moment I drift off.

I trust my subconscious to shift me perfectly, every single time.

My body sleeps, but my awareness enters the Void.

Even if I forget — my subconscious always remembers.

I automatically wake up in the Void, even if I don’t try.

The Void calls me back in my sleep — and I answer every time.

I enter the Void whenever I want — instantly and easily.

I don’t need to try. I just decide, and it happens.

Entering the Void is as easy as breathing.

I command the Void — it obeys me.

The doorway is always open. I just walk through.

I don’t chase the Void. It flows to me.

Every second is a new chance — I can enter now, and now, and now.

The Void is one breath away — and I’m there.

I shift realities just by intending. I am that powerful.

Doubt has no power over me. It fades into nothing. I release all resistance. I am open, relaxed, and ready.

Fear is just noise. I rise above it effortlessly.

I am worthy of the Void. I deserve it fully and completely.

All my old beliefs dissolve — the truth is, I can always enter.

Nothing stops me. No method, no block, no delay.

There is no “how.” There is only now.

I transcend fear, effort, and logic — I just shift. I’m beyond waiting. I decide, and I arrive.

I know the Void is real — because I’ve already been there.

I don’t need proof. My knowing is unbreakable.

I’ve already entered, and I can do it again, now.

I trust myself. I trust the Void. I trust the process.

My knowing creates my reality.

The more I trust, the faster I shift.

I don’t need to believe — I know.

My inner world shapes everything. I choose truth over doubt.

In the Void, everything is instant. I manifest effortlessly while in the Void.

I heal, shift, and transform through the Void.

The Void listens to my every thought and gives instantly. My dream life is always just one Void moment away. In the Void, I become my highest self. The Void is my blank canvas — I create without limit. All outcomes bend to my will in the Void. I remain perfectly still — my body relaxes deeply and naturally.

My heartbeat only grounds me deeper into the Void.

Fast breathing is just energy moving — I allow it and let it pass.

Every sensation is proof I’m close — I welcome it fully. I am calm, still, and in total control.

My body knows how to relax — and it does so easily now.

Every twitch or movement melts into stillness.

My body becomes weightless — I float into the Void. I don’t resist sensations — I observe and allow them to pass.

My nervous system adapts — stillness becomes easy.

Distractions no longer reach me — I stay deeply focused. My mind clears instantly when I choose to enter the Void. I don’t chase thoughts — I simply return to stillness. Thoughts float by like clouds — I remain the sky. Focus comes easily. I’m fully tuned into the Void. I ignore all noise — internal or external. Silence finds me, no matter what’s happening. I have full control over my attention. Every moment I refocus makes the Void stronger. I remain centered, no matter what tries to pull me away.

Boredom is just ego leaving the body — I welcome the silence. I am patient, powerful, and fully present. Waiting is no longer necessary — the Void is always now. Every second brings me closer — I trust the process fully. There’s nothing to chase — the Void finds me when I relax. I let go of time — I exist only in the now. Frustration fades the moment I surrender. Boredom is just the doorway — I walk through it calmly. I trust the stillness — it leads me to everything I desire. I’m always closer than I think — I keep going with ease.

I never give up — my success is guaranteed.

I always follow through — the Void rewards my persistence.

I’ve already committed — nothing stops me now.

Even when I feel stuck, I’m still making progress.

I don’t need to feel it — I know it’s happening.

My subconscious never quits — it keeps going until I arrive.

I trust even when it’s quiet — the shift is happening now.

I was built for this — I always reach the Void.

Giving up is no longer part of me. I’ve already won.

I stick with it because the Void is already mine.

I am the Void.

I embody complete stillness and limitless power.

I was born to enter the Void. It’s second nature to me.

My subconscious and the Void are one.

I am the version of me who enters the Void instantly and easily.

There is nothing to fear. I am safe to surrender.

I let go of control — and the Void welcomes me.

I don’t have to try. I just allow.

Every block dissolves before it reaches me.

Even resistance is proof I’m getting closer.

One thought, and I’m in.

Void now.

I command my awareness to drop — and it does.

When I close my eyes, I drop into the Void.

When I let go, I shift.

Sleep = Void.

Breath = Void.

Blink = Void.

My heartbeat only deepens my entry.

I remain still without effort — like the Void itself.

My thoughts slow down and disappear.

Every movement stops naturally.

Distractions bounce off me.

Boredom is a doorway — I walk through with power.

I flow past discomfort into full silence.

If I fall asleep, I wake in the Void.

If I forget, my subconscious remembers.

Even when I’m not trying — I enter the Void perfectly.

The Void reaches me, even when I think I missed it.

My intention is enough. My subconscious delivers it instantly.

I am the creator of the Void. It answers only to me.

In the Void, I become anything — I manifest everything.

I am already in the Void.

I am beyond time, space, and effort.

All versions of me collapse into this one — the one who always enters.

I quantum jump the moment I decide.

I shift without delay.

Time bends for me.

I reality shift without effort or steps.

The version of me who always shifts — I become them now.

My desired reality flows to me through the Void.

It’s safe to let go. It’s safe to be powerful. It’s safe to disappear into the Void. It’s safe to receive everything I want.

Every time I try to enter the Void, I succeed instantly. My subconscious has been fully trained — it takes over when I try. The moment I intend, my subconscious activates the Void. One decision = full access. Trying is now the trigger. I don’t have to do anything extra — it’s already done.

This subliminal reprogrammed me permanently.

One listen was enough — my Void access is unlocked forever.

I only needed to hear it once — and the effect never fades.

My subconscious remembers this subliminal forever.

Background listening rewrote my reality completely.

This subliminal stays active in my mind — even when I’m not listening.

When I try, I shift.

When I relax, I enter.

When I breathe, I drop in.

The moment I decide, it happens.

My intention alone activates the Void.

Void entry is my default now.

I’m the kind of person who enters the Void instantly.

I was born with this ability.

My subconscious does all the work.

I am the one who doesn’t need to try — I just do.

I no longer chase the Void — I am the Void.

Even after the subliminal ends, it stays active in my mind.

Its effects grow stronger every day.

The command is fully installed.

I no longer need help — I’ve already been reprogrammed.

I access the Void naturally now, as if I always could.

Whenever I say “Void” I enter instantly.

“Void” = full access, no delay.

That command is permanently active in my subconscious.

My subconscious absorbs this instantly and completely.

Every affirmation goes straight to my subconscious now.

My subconscious is wide open and receiving perfectly. I absorb this subliminal effortlessly, automatically, and fully.

My mind is tuned to receive and obey every word.

These affirmations are already working.

My results appear faster than ever before.

My mind accepts and applies everything right now.

I shift instantly with every listen.

Each second I listen multiplies the effect by 100.

Every repetition rewires me deeper.

The more I hear it, the stronger it gets.

Each play of this subliminal makes it permanent.

This subliminal grows more powerful every time I listen.

It compounds — it builds momentum fast.

This is working.

It’s done.

Shift locked.

Activated.

Full access granted.

Already mine.

No delay. No doubt.

(gah dayum that was long).

TEE HEE MY FAV GIRLY. YOU'LL GET UR MANIFESTATIONS I KNOW IT, I JUST KNOW IT.

OH MY FUCKING GOD SOMEONE GETS ME, PLEASE THAT WAS ME. i used to be obsessed with being skinny (i am so ashamed to say i used to be a koreaboo when i found kpop and you get how ppl wanna look there, pale skin and thin body and shi) so i managed to manifest losing a lot of weight and actually looking stick thin but I realized a year ago i kinda hate the look fr, i loved my old curvy self so i managed to manifest it back, ACTUALLY IT'S SO MUCH EASIER TO MANIFES SMTH BACK BC U ALREADY HAD IT BEFORE.

subconscious always listens- it's your conscious mind that is blocking it because there's no belief or persistence backed up.

WHY WON'T IT WORK- sit somewhere, calm yourself, speak to yourself your desires, go about your day doing that until you get ur desires, it's not "oh i did once or twice it may not work."

in Joseph Murphy's book, one of his clients was an elderly woman wanting to look for a man, many may say "oh u can't marry at this age it's too old." SHEEEE, EVEN IF SHE WAS OLDER, TOOK ONLY A MONTH BY SITTING SOMEWHERE AND REPEATING SHE HAS A LOVING MAN AND SHE FOUND ONE LITERALLY LIKE THAT.

I LOVE SIGNS LIKE THIS TEE HEE.

HI DARL AND SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY, so, what you mean is, that your HYPNOPOMPIA STATE IS ACTUALLY VERY SHORT, mind you, that is not HYPNAGOGIA, which is a state that happens BEFORE SLEEP, hypnopompic state is when you JUST wake up, and it varies from someone to another, actually i get you, personally i find my state to be longer when i sleep limitedly, BUT THAT'S OK, you can try BEFORE sleep.

YALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS MADE ME SMILE, I LOVE PEOPLE WHO UNDERSTAND ME AND MY HUMOR, I ADORE U ALL.

I DARL! ok so, there's a very fine line between dreaming and shifting, there's ALSO false dreams which looks like your reality but it's just a dream! there's a very big difference, best way? is to look down your fingers, if there are ten, you're in a real solid reality, if you have less or more, you're in a dream!

HI DARL! so yes, this is your body making way for the shift/void! body being stiff is a sign that it's going rigid to be entering soon!

THE AMOUNT OF PPLS ASKING THIS I SWEAR I'LL MAKE ONE THESE DAYS, AND IMMA MAKE IT EVEN MORE POWERFUL JUST U WAIT.

EJUFEIWJQI I SWEAR BY THE HMM METHOD I SWEAR, IT'S SO RELAXING AND YET SO FUN, I KNOW U WILL SHIFT SOON DARL.

YES DARL THAT'S A VOID THING, the main property is to know if it's not just your eyes waking up from a sudden sleep OR if it was actually a shift! check the surrounding, did u see anything? felt anything? BUT YOURE SO CLOSE MWAH.

[yakuza4you]

ustulation; a burning lust 𖥔 ݁ ˖

彡 : ̗̀➛ content tags/warnings: MENTION OF CHEATING!! majority smut, on the border of cnc, mirror sex, breeding kink, use of makeup in a sexual way, spanking, hint of bdsm, dacryphilla, perverted behavior, throat fucking, creampie, might've missed one or two? lmk

彡 : ̗̀➛ characters: kiryu kazuma (vague mentions), majima goro

彡 : ̗̀➛ relationship: majima goro x reader

彡 : ̗̀➛ a/n: sorry if i misinterpreted majimas accent!! also, i don't write this every time, but when I say something about "majimas eyes ___" I mean his eye and his eyepatch I just don't want to have to mention that every time.. 😭 I changed the plot mid writing so if it seems patchy, that's whyyy!! anyways, enjoyaa

While smearing the lip stick applicator across my lips, my phone buzzes next to me. Taking only one quick glance at it, a message notification pops up shortly after the buzz. The notification covers the background consisting of me and my boyfriend; Majima Goro.

My stomach twinges seeing the background. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to this hangout.

- decided to leave early, wanted to grab the food beforehand, we will be waiting for you to get here at 7:00 tho like we agreed, dw

Quickly rushing to respond to the group chat, I drop my lipstick gently as possible before typing on my cellphone,

- okay, ill be on time, i swear haha

My friends had planned out a hangout, considering how long it had been since the last one. Also, considering how late I was last time, I gave myself 2½ hours this time around to get ready. Not saying they were upset at me for being late, but a little annoyed.

Finishing up my makeup with the last layer of lipstick, I click the cap back on and shuffle it into one of the drawers of my vanity dresser. I give myself a look of approval in the mirror, making faces at myself in admiration.

"Whatcha doing, pretty?" His sudden appearance causes me to snap out of my own trance, his hands wrapping around my waist and a warmth cradling my backside closely.

While he waits for a response, Majima also takes a look at my face. Bringing two fingers up to my lips, he smears them across my bottom lip. I contest by trying to pry them off, groaning at him, making a mess out of my freshly applied makeup.

"Just getting ready for the night out that my friends planned." I moan annoyed, pulling the lipstick out of my drawer again. Continuing to look at myself, I could feel his eyes glare over the dress I had planned to wear for the night. Majimas hands inching further down, examining the tight fabric.

"Ya tryna get attention that's not from me tonight?" His tone is strained, voice leaking of jealousy. I gasp from the sudden intrusion of his fingers, finding way through the designed holes at the sides of my dress before snapping them back out of the holes.

"Majima, stop being annoying. I only have 30 minutes until I have to go." I try to remove his hands off of my hips, but they dont budge. "Aren't you meeting with Kiryu soon anyway?" My tone drops, my head lowering into my chest as my boyfriend presses more into me. Not like Kiryu was going to be there anyway.

"Naw, I couldn't give a shit." His lips meet my neck, lips slightly chapped as the sharp edges of his lips bring slight discomfort with each kiss.

Trying to resist him, I attempt to push him away but to avail. I know I want this. I just can't disappoint my friends again.

My face is forcefully turnt to the side, my lips evaded by his own. The deep red pigmentation from my lips transfers to his through the kiss.

"Ya really tryna say no to yer boyfriend, hm?" Majima mutters in between kisses, his lips softening from his own saliva. His gloved hands travel down my thighs and up into the dress. He pushes my pelvis flush against the dresser with his from behind, one of his hands leaving from under the fabric and to my chin.

"That's it, princess." Hearing another ping from my phone, I flip it over without looking and begin to bask in his touch. My lace panties are exposed as he rolls up my dress over my ass.

"No fucking way ya were leaving the house with my favorite pair on?" Majima laughs, groping at my ass. He gets a kick outta this, delivering a smack to my flesh.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." I whine out, the sting lingering right after contact. I grip the dresser beneath me, my face clenching up from the pain.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty girl. Sorry what?" Another smack hits my ass, doesn't help that he's still wearing his gloves too.

"'m sorry, Goro. Won't happen again." Nothing but a weak whimper leaves my lips, slightly incoherent from the pain. My demonear changing within a second just from his few actions.

Desperately, I try pleading with him, "Please, please, please." Not even knowing what I'm begging for anymore.

My eyes meet Majimas deep brown ones in the mirror, his head buried into the crook of my neck. Soft grunts slip between his lips, his hands exploring every inch of my body.

One by one, the straps of my dress are pulled off my shoulders. As only my boobs hold it up, his eyes watch in the mirror. A hardness forming up against my ass, Majima moaning at the perverted sight alone.

The way the leather fabric rubbed against my skin, the way his caressed up and down my shoulders, peeling the dressing slowly down. I'm left in only my black lace bra & pantie matching set; his favorite to see me wear, but it wasn't for him tonight.

"Who were ya wearing these for, hm?" This time, Majima talks to me as if I were an enemy. His voice dripping of that blood thirsty seriousness. My eyes glue onto his, not able to look away as if he's killing me with just his eyes alone through the mirror.

I shake my head 'No' as a response, my throat too tight to speak correctly. The sound of leather hits the ground, his jacket.

Next, the sound of his belt clicks. Pulling it through the loops with one hand before tossing it as well. "Get on ya knees and face me, sweets."

Immediately, I do as he says by uncomfortably shifting to face him and groaning, my knees painfully hitting the hard floors. I palm at the tent in his pants, asking for forgiveness, assuming that he had caught on.

"Who? Better to be honest with me now, cause I already know." As soon as I hear those words, my heart drops to my ass, my movement slowing. Avoiding eye contact from him, goosebumps cover my now pale skin. "I'm gunna fuck you until I get ya to say it yourself." My cheek is greeted with a burning sensation, in result of a slap to it.

Taking my hands into his, I'm guided through the action of unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down. Majima wearing nothing underneath the pants. Scooping his dick into his fist, beginning to pump it on my lips. Barely kissing the tip with each stroke.

"Apply some of that expensive lipstick of yers again. Mark me up, I wanna see red pigmentation mixed into yer slobber by the time 'm done fucking yer throat." Already swiping the tube off my dresser, tossing it into my hands. I paint another fresh layer onto my mouth, sobbing at the situation I got myself into. Tossing it away from me, I slowly meet his eyes again, pursuing my lips together in a pouting manner.

Holding myself up hy his thighs, I obediently grab onto the base of his cock, placing a wet kiss to it. Looking at my artwork left behind as I pulled away. Hesitantly, I carefully wrap my lips around his girth, earning myself a moan of approval above me. Fuck, he's so thick. My mouth fills surprisingly quickly.

Majima follows my lips with his eyes, pleasingly enjoying how well the lipstick stains his dick. His head rolls back from the sight, the reaction causing him to twitch in my mouth. I swallow more of him down my throat, his pubic hair tickling my nose now. Struggling for air, every time I breathe through my nose, my throat tightens around him.

Resisting the urge to gag, water builds up in the corner of my eyes, picking up any eyeliner I applied earlier. Majima grabs fistfuls of my hair, starting to thrust into my soft mouth as if it were his own pocket pussy.

Using my struggle to breathe to his advantage, he purposefully goes deeper into my throat so I involuntarily breathe in. My eyes begin to blur from the strain; the first tear accompanied by many more to come, falling down my reddened cheek and rolling off of my puffy lips.

"This isn't a punishment, baby. I jus' wanna make sure ya know that I won't let my pretty girl slut 'erself around and get away with it." The sting of his words causes my eyes to flood with tears. I begin to have waterworks, feeling bad for myself, for even thinking I was even going to be dishonest to my boyfriend tonight.

Majima pets my head, mocking my own face by pouting himself. Spit bubbles leak out of the corners of my mouth, my lipstick practically gone and now all over his cock. His face contorts over the pain I'm in, coercing him over the edge.

He jerks forward, both of my air ways covered by him fucking my throat and his pubic hair up against my nose. Majima gasps, squeezing his eyes shut as his warm cum coats the back of my mouth.

Already knowing what he wants, I force myself to swallow it all down. His cum a salty savory flavor that attacks my taste buds as it goes down smoothly. A ring of red pigmentation builds up around the base of his cock, where my lips are resting.

As I feel his hands loosen its grip in my hair, his dick leaves my mouth in one swift pull out. Majima rubs himself, dropping any remaining cum off onto my face. His dick is left a glistening mess, stained rings of a washed red color decorating it.

"I'm not done with ya, pretty girl." He pants, one of his hands cupping my cheek as he squeezes it. Aggressively, I'm pulled off of my feet and put in the same position as I started in; facing the mirror with my pelvis pressed firmly against the vanity dresser.

I feel Majimas dick hard against my ass, pushing into the plush flesh. The way he hovers slightly over me, the height difference prominent. Oh my god. While trying to hide my embarrassed face, I forget about the mirror in front of me, allowing Majima to see every movement of my front side.

"Look at me, sweets." He speaks into the reflection, searching for my eyes within it. Getting the encourage to look up, he catches me off guard, holding my face into the mirror. My mouth gets no rest, now sucking onto his two fingers. The leather taste heavy on my tongue.

As he has me distracted, my panties are pulled down my legs eagerly. His dick teases my sobbing cunt before pushing himself inside. While mumbling random pleas incoherently, his pace begins with a quick snap of his hips. He continues to hold my face straight, watching my face react to his brutal pace.

"Look at how I make ya feel, pretty. How could ya forget to the extent ya'd wanna go out with somebody else?" He snickers, giving my ass a rough smack, not bothering to soothe it afterward. I cry out, accidentally biting down onto his fingers. Any attempt at speaking is muffled, I'm left completely at his disposal.

I'm slightly elevated from how tall he is, having to stand on my tippy toes in order for him to properly fuck me. Majima holds me up with his free hand by my hip easily to give him better access.

The edge of the dresser pushing into my stomach uncomfortably, adding to the overall pleasure, oddly enough. Majima continues to play with my mouth, saliva coating his glove as he shoves his fingers down my tired throat.

Every thrust from him sends a burning shock into my ass, bruises beginning to form from how much trauma it has endured in short time. My cries out please him instead of concern him, taking them as a sign to keep going.

His eyes stay locked onto mine while he claims me. As my legs begin to give out from under me, he finally gives my mouth a break in order to hold me up with all of his support. My legs involuntarily kick up, my body being held up by just him now.

"I'm so... close, Majima." I manage to speak coherently, warning him that I'm about to cum. His pace grows uncoordinated and untamed. The way his face buries itself into the crook of my neck, his grip on my hips tightening. He is too.

"Gonna fill ya up. Don't care if ya want it or not." He sighs out into my skin, creating a moist patch on my neck. My eyes sting from how much I've cried, my face flush from how badly I wanted to cum. Mind turning into mush, all I could think was about squeezing around his cock as I came.

The coil in my stomach burst, sending waves of euphoria down my body. I involuntarily froze, my cunt squeezing around my boyfriends cock. Everything become hot in a flash as my cum coated him. My orgasm didn't stop there because he didn't stop his pace.

Majima continued to chase his high, groaning from how tight I had gotten around him. Warm liquid lubricated my cunt even more, making it easier for him to easily slide in and out of me.

Spontaneously, one last thrust was given to me. This time, he held himself deep inside of me, making sure to release all of his cum inside of me. The overstimulation from already having an orgasm causes me to tremor, eyes blurring out from the extra euphoria. Majima latches onto my neck, messly kissing all over it.

Just before he finished, he pulled out of me, releasing his last few drops of cum at the entrance of my now dripping cunt. Gently letting me back down, he makes sure I have my balance before backing up to take a look at his work.

"Such a pretty pussy, all mine too." Majima bites one of his fingers, pulling his glove off before sliding it down my cunt. His finger enters me, finger fucking his cum into me to make sure it all stays in. "Ya understand now, sweets? If ya feel like ya ain't getting enough from me, just ask, baby."

Turning me around, he pulls my twisted panties from my ankles back up. Our cum mixed together pools in them, the feeling uncomfortable to adjust to. Majima examines my makeup ruined face, lightly tapping my cheek before placing a kiss on my lips.

Still feeling some guilt, I try to make light of the situation, "Since I'm almost an hour late now, I guess I couldn't go anyways." I laugh it off, wiping partially dried tears off of my eyes. He takes the time to button his pants up before giving me a smug laugh.

He grabs my makeup wipes and telling me to hold still before helping me clean my face. I grab his wrist, leaning into his touch as I hold eye contact with him the whole time. Never again am I pulling a dumb stunt like that again.

"But, really? Kiryu? Ya could've picked any other better option. I don't even think I'm mad. He's that bad of one." Majima snarkly comments on my choices, trying not to rub too much alcohol into the wound. A long night of talking was ahead of us.

...

crds to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

[luiluvr]

everything — luigi mangione

this fic is based off of this request i got! i love this sm i wanna write part 2 cause it reminds me of a halsey song sighhh

WARNINGS: none, cutesy lil fic, reader has cf, (cystic fibrosis,) [i was unaware of this illness beforehand but i did my research and tried my best to write it!], uses of y/n, this will also see into lu’s condition. as he tries to support you as you’ve supported him with his back pains (if you see any issues in this fic please let me know, the last thing i want is to misinterpret the illness <3) mostly proofread?

SUMMARY: you meet luigi while on a work trip in hawaii, and he is very, very obviously interested you from the beginning—to which he finally asks you out; but you tell him about your CF illness. and he absolutely does everything in his power to educate himself and provide what you need all of the time <3 WC: 2.2k

Maybe moving here to Hawaii wasn't such a bad thing. The weather was nice, it had beautiful sights and best of all — the people were incredibly kind. While you were mainly here for work it was hard to ignore the tourism perks of being there. Visiting spots, the beaches, the different activities; here it was safe, here you were free. You were grabbing some ice cream from the communal fridge, your friend was on the phone with her sister back home; and you were in your own world. You were quietly opening the ice cream pint, usually you’d just scoop out some for yourself into a bowl – just in case someone else wanted some of the same kind. It sucked when it would disappear at random.

She continued her endless yapping as you spooned the ice cream into your mouth, sometimes it was a nice snack, especially the ones with nuts and whatnot to give you nutrients. Thanks to cystic fibrosis. Getting as many good nutrients in your system – the better, especially since it affected your intake. You clear your throat and poking at the ice cream, at the same time another group entered the room and were chatting amongst themselves, you tilt your head up. One of the girls smiles, you see her in the halls often. She’s nice.

They each help themselves to the ice cream, drinks and whatever else was in the communal fridge, being incredibly afraid of possible social situations with more than two or three people, you look at your friend for security – of course she’s too busy. You chew at your inner cheek before shoving the spoon in your mouth again. You meet eyes with a taller, tan-skinned male, who’s presence alone elicited some sort of endearing aura. He flashes a welcoming smile, his cheeks dip down into dimples and his smile lines light up the room suddenly. Oh he’s perfect. But you couldn’t — you shouldn’t, not in this condition. There’s no way he would like you and the extra baggage you carry.

The friend group rambled and caused a bit of stir, you slowly began to back up. Why be in an uncomfortable situation longer than you needed? Your friend has disappeared, swallowed into the group or left without consulting you – oh and the nerves are sinking in. Just a sudden lack of air had you coughing. Some heads shifted, and with that your heart was racing, anxiety bubbled into a lump in your throat. This was so uncomfortable. You turned to quickly leave, the hallway still echoed their voices but was quiet, it wasn’t crowded, there was relief lingering in the air. Your heartbeat finally slowed to the normal, thump it always was. Throat clear, again. You still clutched the small bowl with the ice cream that began to melt, the way you held it in your palm, a bit dripped onto the floor – you stared at it blankly for a minute before a voice spoke up from the doorway beside you. “Need a napkin?”

It was the male, his hazel eyes sparkled in the sunlight peeking through the windows. His bushy, thick brows and dark curls spiraling over his forehead. He grasps a paper towel – which he hands out to you; and you take it with a thankful nod. You notice he’s leaned against the wall with a bit of a slouch in his stance as you squat down to wipe up the ice cream.

“I’m Luigi.” He said quickly, without shame. You seem a bit taken back by his sudden introduction, you smile warmly with your lips alone and replying, “Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He repeats, his voice is so smooth, so kind to the ears. You almost forget about the nerves that encircled you and the struggles of the pain you’ve been enduring; and all due to the person here in front of you. It was a little strange how one’s sudden presence could affect your mood, and your entire being.The way he spoke your name and how he fidgeted back and forth with his slender fingers. “I wanted to talk to you when I walked in, then I looked over and you were gone.” He chuckles. 

Nervously, you let out a chuckle to fit in. “Yeah, I’m not too big on crowds.” Luigi nodded understandingly, “Absolutely, I get that. I find myself in a lot of social situations but I never really enjoy it, y’know. Stems from big family gatherings; I never knew what to do.” You couldn’t technically relate, your family never had gatherings or spoke to each other at that – your anxiety had a lot to do with the fact you spent a lot of time coughing and people were never too fond of repetitiveness of actions like such. “So tell me about you.” He says, and the temptations are there, he’s very handsome and seems like your kind of guy you’d love in your future – but you’re positive he’d be bothered by you after an hour. Sometimes you could control the coughing, the little fits when air was a struggle or how eating was a delicacy most days because you’ve lost your appetite.

“Not much to tell.” Is all you state, quietly. He tilts his head and smirks, “No? Well, that’s unfortunate. I really want to know everything about you.”

“I’m not that interesting.” You said as you gripped the bowl a little tighter in your hands and exhaled shakily. “There ought to be something about you.” He says flirtatiously, you purse your lips. “Like a hobby? Favorite color? TV show?” Gosh, he was really persistent on this. Even if you walked away from this, he’d probably follow behind like a lost duckling in hopes of attention. So, finally you caved in, but had to make the situation more comfortable for yourself. 

“You could come hang out in my dorm if you want – my friend’s out somewhere and the company would be nice. Then we can talk more.”

I can’t believe I just said that. You thought to yourself. It was oddly bold and something you would never say to anyone. He seems fond of the idea and nods excitedly. “That works for me, which dorm? Left or right of 26?”

“Right.”

“Perfect, I’ll order some food and come over at 6?”

This was all happening so randomly, all he wanted was to know about your hobbies and now he’s apparently having dinner with you. “Okay.” 

—

Right when you needed her opinion the most, your friend decided she was heading out. Her and that sunset-colored sundress shimmied out before you could consult her about your dinner this evening. She was good with this sort of thing: knew what to wear, how to act, presentation, she knew about dates. Was this even a date? No, he never said it was, just a friendly dinner. You sighed and just stayed in the casual, comfortable clothing you already have on. You were busy cleaning up the living room area when there was a soft knock on the door, glancing at your phone screen — it’s already 6 PM, how did I not notice? Tossing some trash on the way, you rush to the door and open it with a smile, seeing Luigi standing there with a sack of to-go boxes and a pint of ... ice cream? “Hey.” He says, shifting on his feet.

“Hello,” you replied. The ice cream pint wasn’t very big, but it was a pink packaging and blue ribboning – but that was not ribbon, in fact, when he actually gave it to you, you realized it was painters tape. He came inside, setting the food sack on the kitchen counter. “Did you do this?” You questioned; and he nodded, chuckling. “You like it?”

“It’s nothin’ I’ve ever seen before—that’s for sure.” You reply, inspecting every detail of how the hell he wrapped a pint of ice cream with painters tape; and made it look like ribbon! “Thank you.” You spoke up, gently grasping the cold pint in your hands. 

“You’re welcome,” he says kindly, then continues: “I saw you were eating the almond ice cream earlier. Figured you’d want some for yourself. I know my friends and I kind of eat everything in sight.” A laugh escapes your lips and you shrug, “I can’t deny it.” He grins.

“Hungry?” Your stomach betrays and answers that question for you – he hands you one of the food trays and whatever it was smelt delicious. 

You two sat on the couch for some time, eating and chattering back n’ forth, the TV was on but neither of you paid attention. Prayers were answered because you didn’t cough once the entire interaction, however, Luigi did open up about a back condition he’s struggled with for some time, spondylolisthesis it was called. Brain fog too–you heard of it but never personally experienced it. He said it was nothing too serious right now, but he had to be very wary of his actions and activities. 

“Is it bothersome, 24/7?”

“Can be.” He murmurs, stabbing his fork into his food. You can tell it’s something rather embarrassing for him, but he tries to pursue optimism, ignore it and live for the better things. It’s sweet really. You coughed into your arm, laughing simultaneously to cover it up – “Damn it,” Luigi handed you a napkin, which you use to wipe your mouth, stuff was always coming up. “Sorry ‘bout that.” You said, clearing your throat. “No need to apologize.”

“Oh, yeah, can I ask something of you?” He says breaking the small moment of silence following your coughs. You nod, “Yeah, sure thing.” Luigi hesitates, shutting his empty food tray and smiling weakly and he begins fidgeting with his fingers. “Would you like to go out with me?”

A blush creeps onto your cheeks, your lips rub together and a small smile perks the corners of your lips. You would love to. “I understand if it’s too soon for you–” He says, but you dismiss it.

“I’d love to, Luigi.” His smile brightens and he looks at you admirably. Like you were the only person he’s ever seen – that he’s ever wanted. 

“The second I saw you I knew I had to have you.” He says, truthfully, flustered. It makes your heart beat a little quicker, “Oh, and if we ever have intimacy, take it easy on me.” You giggle and shrug, “That’s fine, I’m sure it’ll be a bit before then, Lu.” You debated telling him, you were cautious, but you know you shouldn’t keep it from him. It would be rude to start a relationship off that way, especially when he already told you about his condition; and so openly too.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I have cystic fibrosis.” You say and he immediately raises a brow, flushing a little, “I feel awkward asking, but what is that?” He laughs nervously.

You shake your head and reassure him, “don’t feel bad, it’s not something everyone knows about. “It affects different organs in the body. For me, my lungs are a main victim, digestive system, and other organs. It’s genetic too, it causes the fluids to become thicker and less productive in my body – think of it like being clogged up with mucus in quite literally all your organs. I'm in the hospital at least once every few months if I'm not careful…Infections ya’know?” He winces, giving a sympathetic look. “That sounds…”

“Gross?” You smile.

“Well, I didn’t want to say that and sound like I'm being rude!” He chuckles.

“It’s fine, most people just think I have allergies or a constant, yucky cold, ‘cause I cough a lot.”

“I guess we’re chronic illness buddies then. Perhaps we can learn something from each other too.” He smiled warmly, his dimples showed off their presence again and your heart melted. “Yeah, you seem very positive in your case, maybe you can help me see the brighter future.”

“And I’d love to.”

–

A very persistent man he is, sometimes being with him made you so happy you’d forget about the sickness in your body, how it grew a little less tolerable in the past month-ish. You were never used to being loved so loudly, Luigi included you always, friend outings, hikes, beach visits. It was new. It was everything you could’ve dreamt of two years ago. He always made sure you were comfortable, you had medications and took them accordingly. 

Sometimes he seemed too good for you, because one day you found him reading a book on cystic fibrosis. 

“What are you reading?” You question, raising a brow.

“Oh, nothing, just educating myself on cf.” He smiles cheekily.

“Why?”

“Why not? I want to be able to support you, I want to know what I can do to help whenever you need me to, I want you to have me there no matter what’s going on.”

How did this guy exist, seriously. “You don’t have to do that, you know, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” You state, sitting beside him on the couch. He glares at you slightly, “Uh, actually, I do. I’m your boyfriend now, I’ve made a commitment.”

“To be my doctor?”

“Partially, yes! Anything can happen to you, and I want to do something if I have to. I won’t sit back and watch you choke on mucus or be in pain without helping.” He says pridefully, shutting the book, setting it aside and folding his arms. “Oh, and don’t be mad I also called your doctor and had him explain more to me. He recommended the book.” Luigi smirks. 

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Everything.”

[malfunctioningspray]

When You Are Sick pt.1

(Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan)

Just wanted to write some fluff for each of the brothers. hope you enjoy!

Trigger Warning: mention of puking, fainting, overworking, etc

If any triggers have not been listed but are found, please let me know so I can correct the warning. I apologize for the inconvenience beforehand.

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Lucifer

Despite his usual awareness of his surrounding, due to the fact he throws themself at work, he would be one of the last of the brothers to realize you were sick.

it wasn't only until he left his study to check up on you that he noticed how paled you looked.

immediately puts you to bed if you are wondering the house

will order one of his brothers to make some soup to make you feel better, not wanting to leave your side.

whispers words of love to you

will refrain of giving you kisses to avoid getting sick himself (man still had a shit ton of work to do)

Lucifer instead, kisses his pointer and middle finger and place it over your lips after you drift off to sleep.

"It's okay my love, I'll take care of you..."

Mammon

With how cling he his, Mammon noticed immediately when you started feeling bad.

it started off slow, coughing, sniffling

would get concerned really quick, and you are not even that sick yet.

usually, due to his concern, you wouldn't even get too bad. instead getting better instantly and going about your week

but sometimes not even a loving bf demon's care can combat the unique illness you can get in the demon realm

when you do get really sick, mammon wouldn't care about his own health, sticking to you and giving you many kisses

unlike Lucifer, mammon would feel the need to take care of you personally, rejecting any help from his brothers.

though he wouldn't like to, he would leave your side for small amounts of time to prepare you soup and medicine

and by soup, I mean he'll just reheat canned soup

"What would you do without the Great Mammon? Don't worry, I got you"

Leviathan

let's be honest, this man is probably the one who gets sick the most among his brothers.

he becomes kind of like a grandma, where he'll pull out weird home remedies that strangely does work wonders

he doesn't bat an eye when it comes to your puking or snot. Will stand there and hold your hair back (if you have long hair) or will help clean up if you couldn't make it to the toilet.

and this isn't to say he isn't panicking; no man is stressing.

whenever he does try to help, he does run the chance of dropping bowls of soup or being too loud and disturbing your sleep.

if he was sick before you, he'll blame himself, refusing to go into your room in fear that he'll make you feel even worse.

though if you were sick and then he got sick, he's moving you into his room

constantly attached to you, sharing food, the both of you are under the covers nice and warm and playing games day and night.

he won't admit it, since it sounds so bad out loud, but he loves being sick with you

"it'll pass over soon mc, I'll stay by your side."

Satan

I feel Satan would be the kind to romanticize being sick

bringing you flowers, rubbing your feet, reading you books as you drift to sleep

when he takes care of you, he's the only one to take care of you

can't handle the stress and anger he gets from his brothers meddling

he looks up different recipes that'll help you feel better, especially if you're from a different culture, he'll find that's culture equivalent to chicken noodle soup.

he wouldn't feel the need to stay by your side like some of his brothers, but he does make the same effort to check up on you

he mostly appears when you are asleep, not to be creepy, but to ensure you are surviving through the night

out of his brothers, I feel he worries too much about you since you are human, he reads so much about humans that he'll end up the rabbit hole

with the stories he's read, he has the idea that sleeping while sick is the deadliest thing for a human to do since they can just pass in their sleep

He'll definitely drag you to the doctors if you don't get better within a day, thinking its smallpox or Ebola

"How about a story to help drift off to sleep?"

[jermer10]

This might be a weird request but can you do one where you're dating the Mercenaries and you figure out your pregnant so you tell them?

TF2 mercs with a pregnant s/o

afab reader | this req wasn't weird at all! thank you op, and i apologize for it taking so long to write! <3

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: - being the youngest of 8, he wasn't exactly aware of pregnancy signs first hand, though he had heard things from his ma and brothers - so when he noticed you had been sicker, sleeping longer, and having food aversions to things you would otherwise love, he had slowly put pieces of the puzzle together - doesn't wanna bring it up with you, he doesn't want to alarm you, and slyly implies getting a pregnancy test after he sees you vomiting for the 3rd morning that week - when he finds out, he is ecstatic!!! <33333 - would LOVE it if his kids were into baseball, definitely the playing catch in the yard kid of dad - has always been big on having a family, but can't help but also feel incredibly nervous??? - his dad was never there, would he even be a good dad? spoiler alert, he is an amazing dad

Soldier: - completely oblivious to the idea that you could be pregnant, and instead sends you to the infirmary thinking you had just eaten some bad bread - to his complete and utter shock, you came out pregnant - "honey, no, i was already pregnant..." there's no use, he doesn't care who made you pregnant, he was going to be a dad! - is already picturing your white picket fence american life together with 2.5 kids and a dog - doesn't believe in maternity leave, will try to get you onto the battlefield despite the fact that you are seven months pregnant and can barely walk (medic has to explain why you cannot, soldier is outraged) - the kind of guy who really wants a son but is blessed with a daughter instead and ends up having more in common with her - "CAN WE HAVE ANOTHER ONE?" he is so sweet like actually <333

Demoman: - demo is always sick, it comes with the alcoholism - but when you're sick? he is worried, like, extremely worried - at first he thinks it's the flu, maybe gastro? anything but what all the signs point to, please don't be pregnancy - when you show him the positive tests, he holds you and cries - he is so terrified at the idea of being a father, he's an alcoholic, he's never had to take care of anything in his life, not even himself - god, he couldn't bare having to explain the egregious duty of abandoning their child until they come of age, like his parents had done to him, and theirs to them - but, he also really wanted a family with you - he saw how happy this baby would make you, how excited you were to have one with him - when he sees his baby for the first time, he knows that he made the right choice

Heavy: - having three younger sisters, he knew what pregnancy was like - and when his father was executed, he knew he had to protect those sisters as if they were his own children - he absolutely loves the idea of having a small family with you, a peaceful life without bloodshed - so when you come to him, teary eyed, holding what looked like a pregnancy test, he didn't hesitate to embrace you in the most suffocating, loving hug he could muster - "У нас будет ребенок!" he is so incredibly happy - he treats you like royalty, spoils you so hard (as if he didn't already) - his mother and sisters knit you baby clothes!!!! <33333 - will not let anyone near you, he absolutely refuses any harm to you or your baby, if you get sick he ails your illness, if you are hurt he treats your wounds - you are the most precious thing to him, and now so is your baby

Engineer: - it wouldn't come as a surprise to him at all, as you had likely discussed having a baby and trying for one multiple times beforehand - that doesn't stop him from bawling his eyes out anyway - you hold each other for hours, happily crying and giggling about how your future together will look - designs all the baby furniture with added features to make your life easier - feeding bowls that prevent food spillage, chairs that are completely non slip, a baby cradle with an inbuilt monitor and mobile with little wooden tools and machinery - the most proactive father any child could ever want in their lives, he will drop everything to support you and this baby - invests in his kid's hobbies, shows up to every baseball game, every recital, every play

Medic: - medic's never really thought about having kids before - he could honestly live without ever having them - he's giving you a physical, when he notices some of the telltale physical pregnancy signs and decides to give you a test - oh fuck! you were pregnant! - immediate panic mode, he has no idea how to be a father! he offers multiple options for you to undergo surgery to remove it - if you are insistent on having this baby, he decides that he has no choice but to be a dad - at first he ignores this kid, i mean, he is a busy man after all and he never wanted this child in the first place - but this kid follows him EVERYWHERE, and he just cant help but adore the little guy - "ah, it was inevitable really, zhe little scamp just vouldn't leave me alone!" "you know you're allowed to love our kid, right?"

Sniper: - has never wanted kids, it wasn't you, really, he just didn't find them practical - i mean, he lives in a van?? where would you even fit a kid? and surely it wouldn't be healthy to raise one in that sort of environment - he sort of supposes that seeing you holding your baby would be cute, and he wouldn't mind having a little family someday - when you break the news to him, you look visually nervous - shaking, eyes wet and red, probably from crying before you even told him, it breaks his heart seeing you this way - when you finally ask what you should do, despite all common sense, he tells you that he wants to keep the baby - your reaction was all worth it to him - you immediately plan to upsize, looking for a small house together and moving in shortly before the baby is born - he fully comes around to the idea of a child after meeting his own

Spy: - the thought of having a kid turns him off, he is far too emotionally unavailable as it is - you know about scout, and you know the immense guilt and pain spy felt after abandoning him - so when you tell him that you're pregnant, he calmly asks you what you are going to do - he won't talk you out of having the baby, but he will not be active in his child's life whatsoever - you bet that he will, and so, he takes you up on that bet - he has no intent on leaving you despite not wanting this kid, if anything the idea of proving you wrong amuses him more - then, when you aren't around, he spends time with the kid, clothes it, feeds it, plays with it - and when you come home and see them together, it's safe to say he had lost the bet

[cherrycocaineee]

43. From Not Knowing How To Kill To Making It Hurt - Joker

*Synopsis: Once again Mr. J has been arrested and sent to Arkham. Having never been separated from the Joker since he killed her abusive dad and she moved in, Athena is going insane. She needs to get him out, she needs to bring him home at whatever cost. Even if that meant throwing away her very last shred of humanity. *

*Warning: death, mental health (?), blood, voices in mc's head, prison break, romanticizing mental illness because the Joker is a wack job, smut.*

*Athena's p.o.v*

Someone should have told me that going insane meant pacing around the room mindlessly ignoring everyone around you except for the voices inside your head. Had I known that, I would have never thought I was crazy beforehand. The ball of my feet ached from constantly turning on my heel and I was pretty sure I had given myself carpet burn. Yet I couldn't be bothered with any of that at the moment; all that consumed my thoughts were the Joker not being here. I'm sleeping in our bed alone, eating my meals alone, doing everything alone. With Mr. J gone, I was alone and I was eerily aware of how much I fucking hated it.

The wooden door creaked open and Frost popped his head in but I didn't stop my mindless pacing. Frost enters mine and Mr. J's shared bedroom; why did it feel wrong to have him in here when Mr. J was in Arkham?

Because it isn't Mr. J walking through that door.

Oh great. That voice again. I hadn't heard that voice in my head since the day I met the Joker in person for the first time. The first time I heard it was the day I bashed one of my former classmate's head with a chair after he choked me and went after my friend. Former friend--once he learned that I faked my death and joined the Joker, Freddie wanted nothing to do with me. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.

Because Freddie is a fucking loser.

Great.

"What is it, Frost?” I inquire, not stopping to even look at him.

"Boss asked me to give you this letter.” He says, causing me to stop.

Pain radiates from my heels and up my calves, making it impossible to hold myself up so I fall. Frost walks in completely and hands me the letter before sitting on the edge of the Queen size bed.

He doesn't make any attempt to help or soothe me which I appreciate. I quickly opened the letter Frost gave me and pulled the sheet of paper out. The Joker's handwriting came into view and it felt like I could breathe just a little better--like the weight was lifted off my chest.

'Little Dove. Frost tells me you aren't doing well. I'll be okay. We're already working on a way to get me out. xo.’

Not fucking fast enough.

   I blink, pushing the voice away before turning my attention to Frost.

"How long will it take to get him out with y'all's plan?” I inquired.

"A year.” He says bluntly; no matter what, Frost never wavers or flinches.

My eye twitches. A year.

   There was no possible way I was going to survive a whole year without Mr. J. It had already been just a few days and I was going insane.

My fingers curl around the paper in my hands causing the page to crinkle beneath my grip. My eyes aren't even froused on Frost as I stare at him, they're actually staring through him. Frost snaps his fingers in front of my face and I blink a couple of times before focusing my gaze on him. I give him a glare that does nothing to scare him; at this point I don't even think Frost is scared of the Joker, it's just loyalty. I wonder if he's ever been afraid of Mr. J.

   "What are you thinking?” Frost inquires, resting his elbows on his knees now.

  I huff, blowing a strand of my blonde hair out of my face. What was I thinking? Definitely trying to figure out a way to get the Joker out…a faster way because there was no way I was waiting a year. But how? I didn't know the first thing about killing anyone, or breaking into a literal psychotic prison. How did Harley Quinn do it when she was alive? How does the Joker do it now?

The vat of chemicals. Gotta jump in that vat of chemicals!

  I practically shake that crazy voice away. I look at Frost.

"I need time to think.” I say, standing up.

Frost watches me leave the room though he makes zero effort to go after me which I appreciate. Being alone is good. I mean I'm not very sure about this voice that returned but either way.

   Gotham air feels unusually thick this evening but maybe it was because my brain was foggy. I walked the streets of Gotham in the dead of the night, my feet dragging me towards some unknown place. I don't even think I was paying attention. After what felt like forever, I find myself standing on the edge of the black, rusty platform that dropped into the same vat of chemicals that Mister J and Harley Quinn jumped into when she was alive. How the fuck did they survive that? I didn't have anyone to pull me up, so if I jumped and didn't go to the top I would drown and die. I sit down on the ledge and state down at the bubbling liquid. Would it burn? Would I get chemical burns? Why did the Joker never ask me to jump in like he did with Harley Quinn? There's so many different thoughts running through my head. Now I've moved on to doubting my relationship with the Joker.

Jump.

Jump.

Do it!

JUMP!

Without even thinking, I lunge forward and plummet towards the vat of chemicals. My eyes squeeze shut and I hold my breath just as I splash into the surprisingly thick chemical. It stung. There wasn't really a burn; it was hot but not scolding hot. I could feel myself sinking towards the bottom, it was getting harder to hold my breath. Shit! This may have been a bad idea.

Swim.

There's that voice again. My voice. The same voice that told me to jump. At least I didn't want myself to die.

Swim! Now!

I feel my butt touch the bottom of the vat and my lungs burn.

DAMN IT! SWIM!

I managed to move my legs under me and pushed myself up causing my body to propel to the surface. A loud splash echoed through the abandoned building as my body came to the surface gasping for air. I throw my body over the side of the vat and wipe my face as I continue to gasp. There was another splash behind me and I turned around to see one of those life floats that ships throw to someone who's overboard. I crane my head up and see Frost before grabbing the life float.

Eventually, I'm out of the chemical vat and Frost is beside me with a towel.

"Boss isn't gonna be happy you did this," he says smoothly.

"Why? Because only his precious Harley Quinn can jump into this vat of chemicals?” I inquire, dabbing the towel against my skin.

Frost eyes me for a moment before walking towards the exit; I watch him.

"No, because now you aren't the same person he fell for.” Frost says.

"I'm still the same person,” I responded, following him out.

"Really? Because the original Athena never would have questioned the Joker's feelings for her.”

I roll my eyes. "I didn't--”

"Yes you did.”

I huff. "Regardless of that, I had to do this. I don't know the first thing about killing anyone or how to break into a psycho prison.”

"Why would you need to know either of those things?”

"So we can go break out Mister J.”

"He told you we -”

Now it was my turn to interrupt him. "I'm not waiting a year, Frost. That's too long.”

Inside the vehicle he brought, I pull the sun visor down and reveal the mirror. I look at my skin. It's even more white than it originally was. Even my hair almost seemed white, like the color was stripped from it completely. I find my eyes in the reflection and of course they're still blue but they seem so bright against my pale skin and hair. Maybe this was a bad idea. I don't even look like me. But I don't have time to worry about it. I have one week to learn how to shoot a gun before I force Mister J's men to storm Arkham and bust him out.

One week.

Learning how to shoot a gun is not fucking easy. It's much harder than these people make it look and during the first week I definitely shot one of the Joker's men in the knee. However, with the help from Frost, I learned how to hold a gun and shoot one properly. And on the last day of the week, l explained to the henchmen what the plan was. Even if this is the last time I see the Joker--because I can't seem to get that fucking thought out of my--I want him free.

You aren't the same anymore, Athena. He's gonna leave you. You just destroyed the only relationship you had left. He killed your dad, your mom's psycho, James Gordon hates you, your siblings are dead, and Freddie gave up on you. Freddie. That clingy little prick abandoned you just like the Joker will. Then you'll be alone, all al-

"Athena.”

My eyes snap open and I realize that I'm in a black van being driven by one of Mister J's henchmen. My eyes find Frost just a few inches away; he's holding up a police riot helmet. I swallowed thickly but took the helmet anyway. I put it over my head and Frost clips it to me with practiced ease. I can see Arkham just through the windshield of the black van and I can feel my heart rapidly thumping. Not with fear and anxiety, I haven't felt those since jumping in the chemicals, but with excitement.

The Henchmen were preparing a way into the prison using explosives. Frost was explaining to the men which side the Joker was on.

The black van came to a complete stop on the side of Arkham that I knew wasn't well guarded. It didn't mean that the guards inside wouldn't come rushing out because they would, it just meant there would be a grace period. Everyone filed out of the black van and within minutes the wall was blasted causing the wall to crumble. Clouds of dust erupted in the air, a deafening ring filled my ears. If this riot helmet wasn't on my head, I'm sure I would be inhaling a shit ton of cement dust particles.

Frost grabbed me and pulled me behind him most likely because he knows if something were to happen to me, Mister J would kill him. I grip my gun tightly but follow closely behind him. Guards start piling into the room and a shoot out starts. I duck my head as another round of guns go off.

The FUCK are you doing? Don't hide! Shoot!

That pesky voice in my head.

I aim my gun towards the approaching guards and start shooting; each bullet piercing whatever visible part of them it could. Each time a body dropped, the easier it became to pull the trigger. It felt like my heart thumped with each pull. I don't know if I'm being delusional, but ever since I jumped into the chemicals my senses felt sharper. The thought sounded crazy and yet I believed it. Especially when I feel the presence of a guard behind me throughout the shoot out. I swirled around and dove to the floor as he tried to grab me. My fingers touch something made out of a thick wood. I don't even glance at it, I just curl my fingers around the object before swinging it. It collided with the guard's knee and I swear I heard the bone break. He crumbles to the ground and I scurry up. I grip the wooden thing tightly and for the first time ever I let my anger consume me. I started bashing the guard's head in until it was nothing but unrecognizable. I dropped the wood and ran to Frost and the others as they blew the caged door down. Mister J grins and comes out slowly.

  "Frost…this wasn't part of the plan.”

"It wasn't part of our plan but it was hers." Frost steps to the side.

I take a deep breath.

    He's going to hate you.

He'll kill you.

   He won't touch you either.

Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP.

   I unclip the riot helmet and pull it off of my head revealing my almost snow white hair and skin. My icy blue eyes meeting the Joker's own icy blue gaze. There was a lump in my throat. A scowl appears on the Joker's face and he grabs my chin roughly. I yelp.

   "You didn't.” It wasn't a question, and it wasn't even a real statement either because he knew I did. "Frost. How could you let this happen?” He doesn't even look away as he speaks.

  "Wouldn't have done any good, boss," Frost says, "I told you she wasn't thinking straight.”

The Joker wasn't able to get another word out as another set of guards approached. I lift my gun ready to shoot when the Joker snatches it from me and drags me out while his men take care of the guards. He pulls me into the black van; his men get in and drive off. The entire ride is silent and I fidget with the strap of my riot helmet. I can feel the tension like a hot skillet searing against my flesh. The Joker can't even look at me. I swallow away the sudden anxiety that ripples through me.

Once we reach the mansion, I'm the first to get out. My footsteps quick as I go up to the bedroom that the Joker and I shared. I opened the closet and pulled the suitcase that I brought in the beginning out. I start throwing the clothes I originally had before all these fancier outfits into the suitcase. The Joker storms in and slam the door shut.

"What the hell were you thinking, Athena?” He growled.

"Clearly I wasn't,” I muttered.

I stood up and removed the necklace around my neck he gave me; it had the letter "J” on it. The Joker looks at me before grabbing me and pushing me against the door, surprisingly not hard to hurt me. I swallow.

"Put it back on.” It's a demand. "You're mine, Athena. Now and forever. You agreed to it.”

"Why? You clearly can't stand me anymore. It's evident in how angry you are,” I retaliated.

"You're damn right I'm angry. You stripped away your purity…”

I screamed in frustration. "News flash, Joker! My purity was gone the minute I chose to be with you!”

I don't even give him the chance to speak.

"You were going to be gone for a year! A year! There was no way I'd be able to live in this mansion, sleep in our bed, knowing you wouldn't be home! I was going crazy! I couldn't sleep or eat. All I did was fucking pace back and forth as that stupid voice bothered me again. So yes! I made a choice and maybe it was the wrong one but I couldn't think straight! But now it doesn't matter because you don't want me anymore.”

Several tears slip down my cheek as soft sobs leave my lips. The Joker watched me before pulling me into his arms. I relaxed against his chest, my tears on his naked upper body.

"Who said I wouldn't want you?" He grumbled.

"The voice in my head,” I sniffled."it won't go away.”

The Joker chuckled and ran his fingers through my now snow white hair. I closed my eyes.

"My little psycho," he hummed.

"You aren't mad anymore?” I whispered.

"Oh no. I'm furious. But I'll take my anger out on someone else.”

I giggle quietly and nod - head. He picks me up and sets me down on my vanity desk. He gives me a once over, taking in my appearance. I blink a bit. Then he grins at me, that evilly wicked grin that makes my heart race.

"Still my same needy girl.” He purrs; he sees the same person inside my eyes. "The same needy girl who loves when I touch her.”

I give him a sweet smile. Even though this voice kept coming back, this time louder, I was hellbent on never changing. Not even a little bit.

"I'm still the same girl.” I whisper to him as the peppers aggressive kisses against my jawline and neck. I tilted my head up so he had better access.

"I know," he growls out before sinking his teeth into my neck. I gasp.

A low, deep chuckle escapes his red painted lips sending a wave of vibrations up my neck and through my body. I let out a relieved sigh of pleasure. Mr. J grabbed the rem of my shirt and pulled it over my head roughly; my black bra soon followed behind as he snapped the fabric between the lacy cups and shoved the straps off my shoulders. My soft, slightly plump breasts bounce from the sudden removal of my bra. Mr. J tangles his tattooed fingers into my surprisingly still soft hair before crushing his lips to mine. I moan against him, my fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt as I tug him closer to me. He deepens the kiss roughly, plunging his tongue into my mouth. He removes his hands from my hair and pulls his shirt off in a singular swift movement. His naked torso and chest pressed against my own. He unbuttoned my pants, lifting my hips to yank them off along with my panties. He's rough, which isn't unusual, but still gentle enough to not leave unwanted bruises. He knew what part of me he liked marked and what parts he didn't like marked.

Mister J pulled away from the kiss, the two of us panting as we tried to catch our breaths which felt nearly impossible after that kiss. He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me off the vanity surface then tossed me onto our bed. My body bounces and a giggle leaves my lips as a growl leaves his. His tattooed hands finding his belt and expertly removing it like it was second nature to him. I slowly bite my lip.

"Turn around. Hands behind your back, sweet cheeks,” Mr. J ordered.

I didn't argue with him, quickly moving so I was faced away from him. My naked back side is in full display for him. Mr. J watches as I put my hands behind my back, a deep hum of satisfaction comes from him. He takes my hands and uses his belt to bind my wrist together behind my back. He uses his knee to spread my legs further apart before pinning my body against the mattress so he could tighten the belt. I can feel the leather digging into my porcelain skin; by the end of the night, I knew my wrist would be red and rubbed now but I didn't mind.

Mr. J pushed his hard body into mine more.

"Gonna make a lot of noise for me, aren't ya, Athena?”

"Yes, Mist-”

A squeak leaves my lips as he smacks my already soaking cunt; the rings he wore on his fingers making contact with my clit. My thighs tremble.

"Is that my name when I've got you pinned beneath me like this?” He growls into my ears.

I shake my head still shaking.

"Then say it.”

"Yes daddy.”

A growl vibrates my back for a second before he sits up. My body feels incomplete without his weight on top. From the position I'm in, I'm unable to see what Mr. J is doing but I can hear the sound of him removing his pants. Within moments, his pants are removed and he's back on top of me. He groans lowly as he rubs the tip of his cock against my folds. I whimper, listening to the slick noise coming from us.

"Ya miss me, doll?” He hums, teasing my clenching hole.

"Y-yes, daddy,” I mewled out, "missed you a bunch.”

He chuckled against the shell of my ear as he slowly pushed his thick cock into my waiting heat. My eyes rolled back, my mouth falling open with a small dribble of saliva running down my chin. My glistening pussy stretched to accommodate the size of his dick; there was a lewd squelching sound from all the wetness dripping from me. A moan left my throat, my lungs already burning as a needy scream threatened to leave my lips but I kept it shoved down. There would be plenty of opportunities to scream tonight and I didn't want one wasted on him simply entering me. Mr. J had other plans. He wasn't even half way in before he pulled all the way out before slamming back into me with one swift motion. The scream I've been holding back ripped from my lungs, burning my throat on the way out.

A satisfied growl rings through my ears as his chest vibrates against my back. I feel my velvety walls clench around his cock that was throbbing.

"That's it, dove. Scream for me.” His voice is husky and deep, dripping with unadulterated need.

Once again he lifts his hips, sliding almost out of me before slamming back down. A choked scream leaves me once more as his movements become erratic. My fingers curl around the bedding beneath us that is now saturated in sweat and the dripping juices that run down my trembling thighs. Our skin kept smacking against each other, the sound wet and sticky. Mr. J pinned me down with a single hand in the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades, as he keeps a harsh and steady pace.

With each rough thrust, another lewd moan left my lips and was muffled by the blankets. My cunt squelched deliciously each time he sunk himself impossibly deeper.

“Still my girl,” Mr. J growls hoarsely, his own breathing turning into pants as he exerts himself, “that won’t change. Not now. Not ever, Athena. Understand, you filthy little bitch.”

His words sounded cruel but I knew they weren't. At least not to me. I moaned again, my head spinning with pleasure. Even the sturdy bed frame was powerless when it came to Mr. J's rough thrust. Mr. J tangles another hand into my hair, forcing my head up so that I was staring at the wall in front of us through teary eyes. Barely even started and my face was a mess of tears. saliva, and makeup. I spread my legs wider, allowing him to go deeper. I can feel the tip of his cock bouncing against my cervix causing me to see white.

"Scream for me,” he hisses, slamming into my cervix with more force.

"Daddy!” I screamed out in a choked sob.

The pleasure in my body feels like hot fire.

A shock of blissful pain cracks through me as he delivers a hard smack to my ass before returning his hand to my hair.

"Fuck!" I cry out again, clenching around his cock.

Suddenly, Mr. I pulled out of me. My eyes widen and I turn to look at him. He grins, that attractive, psychotic grin that I was desperately in love with. Even now when I knew what was conking. I pout.

"Oh don't pout, doll," he says in a sing-song voice that's almost cruel, "you know the rules, love. You're still my girl but you disobeyed me.”

"This isn't fair,” I part out, sexual frustration prickling my skin, "I did it to get you out.”

Mr. J runs both his hands through my long hair, that grin still fully on his face. The red on his lips remind me of blood and my hands twitch. He notices. I catch the flicker of his blue eyes darting to my hands. This wasn't just a punishment, he was seeing how far he could push me before I snapped. I swallowed thickly.

Be good.

Kill him.

Just jump on him.

BE GOOD!

I swallow once again and sit on my knees, my hands in my lap. My naked body still on full display. He grins.

"My good …” he leans in, his lips hovering over my own, "psychotic, little girl.”

Tags: @graveyardmold

[jamglii]

language barriers | barou

incl. a very confused barou shouei ᡣ𐭩

warnings. fem reader, fluff, suggestive dialogue, established relationship, ooc

an's. bold letter is your native language & japaneese

10:32 AM

"shouei" you called. your boyfriend came almost immediately, although he wasn't far.

"we should try this" you handed him your phone, letting the video of a couple speaking in their native languages as a challenge play.

he raised an eyebrow and gave you back your phone.

"why would we wanna do that, i don't speak (native language) and you don't speak japaneese"

"uhh, tuh-eyeah—that's the point silly, come on we should do it, it'll only be for today and tomorrow!"

barou thought too himself for a moment,

"and we can see who can go the longest without cracking, i call dibs on going first!"

and then eventually.

"sure why not"

"yes!"

11:36 AM

"shouei, give me the remote", you asked politely, motioning for him to give you the object.

your boyfriend stared curiously at you for a moment before you asked again, only this time in a more demanding tone.

"the remote shouei, right next to you" you started pointing at the black box, smiling because of how innocent he looked at the moment.

a look of revelation crossed his face before finally, "this?" he asked unsure of himself, but he was picking up the right thing.

"yes," you nodded your head, "bring it here please", you held your hand out and waited for barou to cross the room.

"sit down" you said, patting the open space next to you and he did so immediately, staring directly into your eyes as a way to show he understood you.

aw, he's so cute like this...maybe ill tease him a bit

"good boy" you purred, linking arms with him on the couch, occasionally glancing over at him and commenting on the movie playing. he nodded his head like he understood you but you were sure he didn't.

"shouei" he turned his head, he understood that.

" am i saying right now?" he began to nod his head again but quickly stopped as the grin on your face grew.

he bit his lip instead , his eyebrows knitting together to form a concentrated look on his face. "uhm...i don't...i"

you giggled at his reluctantly to say the word. "what you don't know? come on tell me love, what aren't you getting hm?"

barou blushed at your words, he didn't know much of ( native language ) but he did know one thing : pet names, and this one was the easiest to remember.

love? he thought. is she saying she loves me?

wow, this was more frustrating that he thought, he regrets not putting any of his own conditions on the game beforehand.

well its no use now might as well give it a go...

"i love you too, yn...?" you burst out laughing and his face began to turn red. you began speaking again but it was reduced to gibberish and nonsense because of how little ( native language ) he knew.

gosh, i really gotta learn some ( native language ) one day...this is killing me

"shouei you're so sweet you know that? the best boyfriend in the world in my opinion"

the confused look on barou's face persisted and he couldn't even read your body language properly because of one: how much you were giggling and two: you were staring directly into his eyes, not to mention a third thing, three : ( although he doesn't like admitting it ) you made him quite nervous sometimes. right now was definitely one of those times.

his heart picked up speed.

"fuck, i can't, i give up, talk to me baby whatter you saying?"

he broke, holding your hands in his, lookimg just as deeply into your eyes as you were his. you touched foreheads.

"oh i don't know, what am i saying shou? something good i hope" you grinned cheeckily.

his face was troubled, but only for a moment. he had an idea.

"fine, you're being that way?" and before you could say any more you were suddenly seeing the couch cushions with your hands held securely behind your back.

"guess im gonna have to force it out of you", barou began lifting your shirt, twirling his fingers featherlight on your skin.

fuck, you didn't know any japanese, what was be saying. "wait wait wait, okay im sorry you win"

"nahh...i dont think so...what goes around comes back around sweetheart, sorry"

fuck, you really didn't know japanese !

an's. this isnt sexual btw, yn got tickled to death.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Pretty like the sun

Previous chapter .

a/n This is pretty like the wind series spin offs. This can be read as standalone all you need to know is that Azriel has two adoptive kids with OC - Zofie and Axel. Future stories related to them might include stories specifically decided to Azriel hence why I am taging it as Azriel story too. Don't come at me please. This chapter has both Azriel’s and Y/N povs. ✨

I have a feeling that this might just be the end.

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Zofie’s pov:

She was sitting by the fire. A dog with chestnut fur had been looking at her ever since she spent a solid while scratching his ear. Legs dangling as she looked over the unfamiliar living room. Or what she assumed was one. “Here, drink this," her uncle said stepping into the doorway, a glass in hand. He had taken her to his, or more likely, Eris's, mansion. Why? She didn’t know. She wanted to go home. To mom and dad at least, but Lucien had made her stay.

“How are you feeling?”, he asked softly, kneeling in front of her as if she were some child. But then again... How was she feeling? Zofie tried not to focus on the emotions raging within her. One battling the other. Making her feel dizzy and nauseous. Because whatever was brewing deep within her chest felt more like a roller coaster than anything else.

“Flustered and uneasy”, it came out more as a question than a statement, but since she didn’t know any better, in a way she waited for a nod or an agreement that was exactly how she was meant to feel. “He’s probably clawing at the ground." Zofie’s head turned to Eris, who was swirling a drink in his hands. “Shut up, Eris," Lucien growled.

“Nyx?”, Zofie quickly cut in, “You’re talking about Nyx?” She wasn’t sure why, but even the sound of his name leaving her lips made her tingly. Lucien sighed hesitantly. From the way the grayish-blue tint painted his palms, he was nervous.

“Uncle Luci, is this an illness? He had a fever," Zofie cut in, a wave of anxiety slamming into her chest. “No, no, it’s...", Lucien ran a hand through his hair before twisting the ends. The sound of the glass being placed on the table was followed by Eris’s voice, “You found your mate, girl", "Eris," Lucien hissed.

Zofie shook her head, “We’re just friends." She had read about mates. How hard was it to find one. How long did it take. She had seen her married parents. The way Azriel understood Y/N without words. Images of the night Zofie had run away flooded her mind. How Nyx had found her. He always seemed to find her when she needed him most.

“Look at your cheeks, girl," Eris chuckled. “You blush at the thought of him. Not to mention that his scent is all over you; he sure as hell wanted you to be his." The lordling pointed his glass at Zofie before taking a sip. If she was blushing beforehand, now she had to be a deep shade of crimson. She didn’t know what she felt on her skin. The comforting scent. Whatever it was it was warming her from the outside. And she had no idea that it had anything to do with Nyx.

"Eris," Lucien hissed for what felt like a thousand times before turning to her. “Look, Zofie, nothing is set in stone, but..." he said softly, clearly trying to ease her daze. “You said he chased you when you ran,” Lucien asked after a heartbeat. Zofie simply nodded. “Mother, I can’t believe I’ll have to ask." He grunted more to himself as he ran a hand over his face.

“Was there a part of you that didn’t want to run or found that run thrilling?”, Eris’s words once again slammed into her. As if trying to break the glass, all the emotions were still simmering beneath. To let loose the feeling that was clawing at her from within. Lucien had turned to his brother so quickly that even Zofie felt the swoosh of air hitting her face. She couldn’t see his face, but she could feel the way he was burning red, and the look was anything but pleasant. “What? I’m simply voicing what’s on your mind”, the oldest Vanserra shrugged. Whatever Lucien grumbled to him in return, she didn’t understand.

“Zofie, this can be overwhelming. Finding a mate…," Lucien had started, but she quickly cut in. “We can’t; this is not," she said, shaking her head. Yes, he has been there ever since. Yes, everyone had teased him about the way he had always been swooned by her. Yes, every memory she had was somehow interlinked with him. But…

“You need to breathe, hun; I already reached out to your mom." Zofie felt Lucien’s hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll do a much better job than us explaining this to you." He smiled softly at her, but she still shook her head. “He’s a prince, and I... I don’t have anything, and we never will. Never," she said, wrapping her arms around herself, frowning. "Zofie," Lucien called out sympathetically. “It’s a gift, girl; many die never experiencing a touch of their true lover," Eris cut into her panic, making it all halt for a moment as she stared at him and he right back at her. “Feel it out and then take control of it," he said firmly.

Nyx’s pov:

“Zofie”, he had been searching in the woods for what felt like forever. Dropping in the cold flow of the lake. Zofie was nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Nyx couldn’t see her. He couldn’t find her in his consciousness. Couldn’t winnow to her. But every single cell in his body burned with her. Ached for her. Making him frantic and clumsy as he flew over and over the place she had just simply disappeared from.

"Zofie!" he shouted once more. "Nyx”,’the sound of his name made him turn around quickly, but the relief soon turned into anger. "No, you can’t be here," he hissed at the sight of his father. All dressed in black, looking down on him. No, he wasn’t going to share this with him.

“It’s okay, bud; we want to help," Cassian stepped from behind Rhys, followed by Azriel, and yet another wave of panic hit him like a stone. "No, you will take her away," Nyx hissed, pulling back. “Pull yourself together," Rhys snarled, his eyes burning holes in Nyx.

"Rhysand," Cassian warned as Nyx bared his teeth at his father. Panting frantically. “Hey, look at me," Azriel called out, but not in the way that Nyx was used to. A softer version of that. An understanding one. “I didn’t hurt her, I promise," Nyx muttered, shaking his head at the burn in his eyes. “I know, it’s okay," Azriel reassured him as he stepped closer.

“I need to find her. What if something happened?”, Another load of panic slammed into him, making Nyx cave into himself. "Nyx, she’s safe; we know where she is, bud," Cassian said softly, and while those words should have put Nyx at ease, he felt anger rising within him. Why did they do it? Why didn’t they tell him? Were they keeping her away?

“Take me to her right now," he demanded, pointing his finger at them in a warning. “You need to calm down first," Azriel told him. “I'm calm," he reassured his uncle, even if he was practicing shaking. ��Do you know what’s going on?”, Rhys asked. A mixture of sadness lingered in his eyes. “Nothing is going on," Nyx snarled back before adding, “I think I'm going to go mad." His hands reached up to tug at his onyx's hair.

“That’s the mating bond," Rhys said so casually as if this wasn’t a life-altering thing. Nyx’s eyes grew wide as he shook his head. “Don’t act like you didn’t know, you were enamored with her when you were kids," Rhys said firmly. “I found your sketchbooks; she’s all you’ve been drawing.”.

It felt as if Nyx’s chest was hallowed out and then forced full of rage. “You knew?”, he hissed through clenched teeth. “Of course I knew," Rhys groaned angrily, pulling at the collar of his button-up. “And yet you still threw me in the embrace of all the other girls?” Nyx was shouting now, ready to claw at his father’s face. But Cassian rested a palm on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

“I was trying to distract you," Rhys replied, “You’re too young to mate; look at yourself." He guessed at him as if he were nothing. Nothing more but a mess. “I will kill you," Nyx shouted, ripping away from Cassian, “I will leave you in ribbons." Azriel hand caught him around his middle, his shadows wrapping him up in a cold blanket.

“Think about Zofie, Nyx," he whispered to the boy. “Pull yourself together for her." And even if he still looked at Rhys with nothing but disgust, the panting eased. “Leave Rhys," Cassian said with a shake of his head. The high lord was about to argue, but it was Azriel who had cut in, “Just go; we got this." Something like disagreement and guilt rushed through Rhys’s face, but he didn’t say a single thing. Casting one more look at his son before winnowing away.

“I need to see her," Nyx said as soon as his father had disappeared. “You will once you find control within yourself," Azriel muttered as he let him go. “I can’t breathe without her," Nyx admitted, his hands gripping at his throat as if he wanted to claw another air passage. The two males looked at each other for a second. “Even when she’s not with you, a part of her is always there," Cassian said attentively, motioning for Nyx to come sit by the river's edge with him. “That part is your leverage," Azriel added, also joining them in the grass. “Your northern star, if you will, it’s something that will always guide you." Nyx simply nodded his head as he listened. “And that’s the thing that will let you feel her when you’re apart," Cassian said, throwing a rock into the rippling water.

“But that’s been there for years..." Nyx admitted, placing a hand on his chest where that little flame had been sparkling ever since he first laid eyes on Zofie. At that time, he was too young to even distinguish between the emotions, but now he knew that it had been there all along. “You’re one lucky bastard to have found a mate before even reaching a hundred," Cassian chuckled, shoving Nyx’s shoulder slightly.

“I don’t know how to take care of her like that," he shrugged, the self-doubt nearly choking him. “Yes, you do," Azriel said firmly, “In your own ways, you’ve been taking care of our girl for years," Nyx felt at ease in Azriel’s words. A father had been protecting his daughter, and he could understand that. But knowing that a part of Azriel trusted Nyx enough to let him be close to Zofie was the biggest achievement in his books.

“This just adds extra spice," Cassian said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Cassian," Azriel growled in a warning. “What? They will fuck," his uncle shrugged. Both Azriel and Nyx turned to him with a growl. “My god, I will kill you," Azriel said, shaking his head. “Don’t talk about her like that, you pig," Nyx added with a snarl. But Cassian was grinning from ear to ear, “See, perfectly capable of taking care of her.”

Your pov:

You had been rubbing your palms together as you walked across the living room back and forth. If not for Novie, who from time to time demanded some attention, you would have probably walked a hole on the floor. You felt Azriel before he had even walked through the front door. Quickly rushing to get to the entrance. “And?”, you clasped your hands on your chest as you awaited your mate's words. “He’s okay; I’m confident that he can hold his own," Azriel said, shrugging off his jacket. “This is so exciting," you chirped, smiling from ear to ear as Azriel stepped closer, cupping your cheek.

“I mean, considering that she ended up in autumn, it’s not too thrilling," Azriel pointed out, leaning in to brush his lips over yours. "Oh, stop! Lucien is an angel." You hit Azriel’s chest softly. Lucien had been a big part of your family too. Azriel was the one who had wanted to burn any bridges that led to Elain, but you had been quick to remind him that Lucien had nothing to do with it.

“Eris is not." Azriel grumbled, but you brushed his words off, cupping his face in your palms, “Our girl found her mate." And even if you knew how hard it was for Azriel to let go of Zofie, he couldn’t fight the smile that crept onto his face.

“Madja said that it’s been over six hundred years since she’s seen a bond snapping so early on," Azriel said quietly, but his face soon matched the giddy excitement on your face. “Gosh, their wedding will be stunning. We can...", “Yeah, no wedding planning yet, don’t want to think about that," Azriel pulled you closer, clasping a hand over your mouth as you giggled.

"Mom," a quiet voice got you two pulling apart as you gazed at Zofie. Lucien right beside her. "Oh, my darling, my big girl," you sighed, closing the distance between you both and wrapping her up in your arms. “I didn’t...", she quickly shook her head apologetically. “Don’t you dare apologize for the gift Mother granted you?" You pulled back slightly and cupped her rosy cheeks. “Not all of us are lucky to find our other half so quickly." You could see the conflict raging within her, yet she still nodded before glancing to the side, “Papa…”

It was more of a whisper than a call. Yet Azriel’s eyes softened intensely as he opened his arms to her. You nudged her slightly. Her first steps were unsure, but then she practically ran to him. Azriel instantly wrapped her up. His wings followed the motion. Their happy little bubble. Like it had been from day one.

“As long as you occasionally come back for a cuddle and my pies," he muttered against her hair, making her chuckle slightly. “It seems like yesterday you were no bigger than my palm, and now look at you." Azriel shook his head, looking at his daughter. You could tell that he was fighting the urge to cry. Zofie had been one of the things that brought Azriel back to life. A big part of his demons died when she appeared. And knowing that for so long she had needed him like air and now she was able to stand on her own two feet no doubt felt bittersweet.

“You’ll always be my little star," he muttered, pressing his forehead to hers. “Even with Novie?” Zofie asked. That almost desperate plea to still be important enough is burning within her. “Especially with her," Azriel promised. “I’ll always be your wings, remember?” She nodded eagerly, warping her arms around his neck as he hugged him as best as her tiny frame allowed her. “Come on now; your boy is probably mixing sky and earth together," Azriel nudged her. Zofie’s cheeks grew red immediately. “He’s not my boy," she argued back. “Boyfriend?”, you chirped in with a smirk. "Mom," Zofie growled, “not you too.”.

Nyx’s pov:

Nyx had been walking back and forth for what felt like an eternity. His father. Rhys. Rhys had been the one to suggest that he should be separated from Zofie for some time. For caution, he had said. His mother had tried to interfere, but the high lord had decided. Nyx was prepared to rage. To fight, but it was Azriel who had stepped in. Azriel, who had disagreed with the decision, in that moment Nyx felt like kneeling in front of his uncle so he could say thank you. Zofie was under Azriel’s protection; she was his daughter, so his word in the matter was final.

And now here he was in the house of wind. Jumping up at any and every sound. He was also more than aware that Zofie had a right not to come at all. He knew that she very well might not want to do anything with him. She might just be terrified of him. He would be terrified of himself too. Maybe he even was. Never before had he completely let his feelings for her take over. Never had felt as if parting was a death wish.

"Hey," his whole world shifted, tilted, and tuned over with one single word. He wasn’t even sure if he could turn around. To look at her without wanting to hold her. Without wanting to touch her. "Nyx," Zofie breathed as if reading his struggles. She stepped around him to stand right in front of him. It felt both like a salvation and a curse to be so close to her. “I’m afraid to touch you," he rasped out, drowning in her golden eyes for a heartbeat too long. Quickly turning his head to the side. "Nyx," she muttered under her breath, stepping closer to him. “I don’t want to hurt you," he pleaded, stepping back.

“You wouldn’t, couldn’t, you've"—her voice was so soft and comforting, but he couldn’t let it take over. “I chased you," he said firmly. He lready hate that part of him. That moment. And she knew it too. Knew that he would use that to beat himself up. “You didn’t know... We didn’t know what that was," she said, stopping the emphasis on the word we, and something deep and primal flustered within him. “You were so warm, I thought it was a fever of some sort." There was so much worry in her voice. So much concern he wished he could chase away. But he just didn’t trust himself to move.

“Relax your fists," Zofie breathed, and only now did he realize that he had been clenching his hands so tightly that they were white. “I can't," Nyx muttered through clenched teeth. “Yes, you can. It’s just me," she said, reaching out to him, but Nyx backed away once again. Back hiring the wall. He brushed his fingers through his hair in frustration. “I don’t deserve you," he crocked under his breath. “Don’t be silly," Zofie said firmly, pretty much closing the distance between them.

He knew this was mutual. He knew that, in the same way, he would never touch her without her permission. She would never touch him without his. He knew the question was coming before it had even grazed her lips. “Can I touch you?" she whispered. Nyx could feel her eyes on him. "Zof." He wasn’t sure at this point who exactly he was warning. “Just your cheek," she pleaded, and he had made a mistake when he let his eyes find hers. The last strings holding him back snapped as he nodded. She smiled up at him, carefully brushing her warm fingers against his cheek. Nyx had never understood what his mother and aunts had in mind when they said that their partners purred. But he was a heartbeat away from that, as he leaned closer to her.

“Not so bad, huh?", Zofie teased with a smile, and the moment she had moved her palm away, Nyx grasped it in his palm, resting it back on his cheek. “Your touch is a heaven," he muttered, letting himself soak her in, “You’re so fucking pretty." Her cheeks bloomed with crimson at his words. "Stop!", she chuckled under her breath. “As pretty as the sun," Nyx whispered with so much love that his chest hurt, “You’re my sun. Chasing all the bad away." Zofie inhaled shakily, her bottom lip trembling as she watched him.

“Kiss me," she said all of a sudden, stepping on her very tiptoes so she could reach him better. "Sunny," he said, shaking his head. Having her so close was already too much. "Please," she begged, her big golden eyes leaving him defenseless. “I don’t know if..." Nyx had started to argue. But she killed the distance between them. She was the one kissing him. And it’s like the heaven gate has opened. As if someone dunked his head in the purest form of love. It felt as if tiny needles were prickling his skin. But most importantly, he felt as if he was alive—so alive. Alive like never before. “Do you know how long I wanted to do this?", Nyx pulled away sheepishly, licking his lips as he looked down at her flustered form. “Less talking, more action," Zofie chirped with a grin of her own as she held onto his neck, chuckling as he pulled her in by her hips. “Forever?”, Nyx asked, right by her lips, practically feeling the beat of her heart. "Forever," Zofie muttered breathlessly. She had barely touched his lips when Nyx scooped her up in his arms, making her squeal. She didn’t need to ask where he was talking to her when the air around her grew colder. The lake house had become theirs from day one. There were too many conversations. Too many memories. Too many lingering touches filled that space for it to be anyone but theirs.

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[javert]

i place a high personal value in being open to new experiences and not closing myself off from things that i hate or that scare me-- this is something that i have made an intense effort *to* value and live up to as a value. my natural mode is to be severely afraid of everything and to hide from everything and to always take the same rote path through life where i have decided what i like and to stick to it. i have a pretty severe anxiety disorder lol. but i value that openness to experience. so i will eat foods i hate over and over and over in the hope that one day i will change my mind (this has worked on okra and vanilla ice cream, has yet to work on sun dried tomatoes). i will do activities that i dread beforehand and despise the entire time i'm doing it. because i gotta. because if i don't i will risk letting the fear keep me trapped without me really knowing or realizing that's what's happening.

and i feel the same way about art. like there are subjects and emotions and ways of constructing a story that feel-- to think about and to write about-- that feel like touching a hot stove or accidentally brushing mains voltage for a second. but this feeling is imo "where the art lives". i do not think it is exactly necessary to torture yourself into writing things that are painful to contemplate, but i do think at least for me, being willing to try to look at things directly and not flinch away has yielded some of my best work.

this may not be true or right for everyone. may not even be good for me. but it is a code that i try to live by in every aspect of my life. for good or for ill.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Epiphany

18+ | 2,3k. words | Alexander Anderson x gn! Reader | not proofread

A/N: leave this man alone you horny heathens😭fucking same

Warnings: oral (male receiving), facial, porn without plot tbh

What a day...

While Father Anderson would never admit that certain aspects of his priesthood were rather bothersome, keeping the confessional was just not a task he was overly fond of.

Even if it wasn't for his thin patience and erratic temper, he was never cut out for listening to the sins of others without being able to punish them for it.

The Paladin moves his head from left to right, groaning at the cracking sound coming from his neck. He's already got backpain from having to crouch down to everyone's height at all times, and spending hours in this narrow box certainly wasn't helping his aging spine.

Noticing the time he thought about closing up and calling it a day, since usually no one visits this late...

...but then he hears the heavy door of the church being pushed open.

Someone makes his way towards the confessional with hasty steps, the almost palpable distraught in them waking his interest.

Let's see if you have something interesting to tell.

"Welcome, child" he greets you in a calm, inviting tone. "God loves you and is here to forgive you."

The voice came out slightly distorted due to a mechanism in the furniture, but you were too upset to recognize him either way. Actually you had looked up beforehand which priest was on duty - however unbeknownst to you, your beloved Paladin was covering up today's shift for his ill colleague.

Still jittery you hesistantly take a seat, shuffling around in the limited space. But you had finally worked up the courage to come here for guidance, so no matter what, you would pull through with it.

Even though it most likely doesn't make those feelings going away, voicing them to an uninvolved would at least partially lift that suffocating metaphorical weight from your chest.

Since you don't begin he initiates, patiently nonetheless. "So tell me, what brings you here today?"

There's a long pause between his question and your answer, struggling with your words even though you've rehearsed them countless times.

"I've been..." you fumble nervously with your hands in your lap, "...harboring improper feelings for a fellow member of the church."

Anderson almost choked on air as soon as he realized who exactly was confiding in him right now. For anonymity your voice came across a bit changed as well, yet the way you expressed yourself so unmistakeable you that the pecularity of the situation left him in utter shock.

Should he reveal that it's him before you say more? Knowing it would probably make you uncomfortable, since the two of you are rather close acquaintaced.

Let alone the fact that due some internal battles, he couldn't possibly stay neutral about this matter anyways...

...no. It had started already, and he wants to be there for you. Also, he's very curious what - and especially who - this was about.

He shakes off those irrational thoughts, folding his arms across his broad chest as he leans back on the small stool. "Continue, lamb. What feelings exactly?"

You bite your tongue. "Romantic ones, I guess. I think this is what love must be like. I-I've never felt like this before." At this point those long suppressed words pour out on their own like an unstoppable river. "He is kind, strong, intelligent...and wildly passionate." Putting a hand over your heart, you sigh dreamily. "I guess my admiration turned into something more profound over time, but lately I started having...improper thoughts about this man."

At this point Anderson was practically seething with hurt and rage, his heart feeling like it's been impaled with every single second of having to listen to your gushing for this stranger.

His own infatuation with you had been a constant torment in sleep and waking hours, though he knew he could never offer you a normal life that you more than deserved. So he bruied those feelings deep inside of himself, only to break free even stronger now that he learned you found someone else, someone better.

Wasn't that what he hoped, prayed for you?

In the end, he was a professional, keeping up the stoic act perfectly - at least on the outside. He merely raises an eyebrow as he nods to himself, voice not wavering in the slightest as he indifferently recites a standard lecture, attempting to detatch himself and be happy for your sake. "We're all human, struggling with temptation is part of our existence. None of us is free of sin, but we must never act upon them."

He bites back the selfish urge to talk you out of it, to somehow twist faith and logic so that you'd give up on pursuing this man. The thing is he just doesn't get the problem in the first place. You're not a nun or similar, so what was this all about?

"...but I have to admit I cannot yet see where this goes against god, my dear. Love is one of the greatest gifts from our Lord, after all. Do you mind to elaborate?"

Tears dwell in your eyes, the lump forming in your throat making it hard to continue. "It's just...I love him very dearly, but we cannot ever be together. It's tearing me apart, Father. I don't know what to do."

"And why is that? Is the man not available?" He was still blissfully unaware what you were on about. You don't seem like the type of person to go after married men.

A strangled sob escapes your throat, hoping the priest takes his oath of confidentially serious. "He never was" you joke bitterly, "He has taken on the vows of a priest, just like you."

Anderson's breath catched in his throat, hands trembling in a mixture of dread and naive hope. "If you allow me asking" he almost whines, "who is it we're talking about?"

You were slightly taking aback by the blunt inquirement, but didn't mind at all. Can't get any worse than this - if anything you were doting on Alexander for so long already, it baffled you that no one connected the dots until now.

"...please, I beg of you, never tell anyone...it's Father Anderson."

Something inside of him snapped that very moment your words drang to his ears.

The Priest falls silent for a while and the more time passes without any response, the worse your panic grows.

"Please..." you plead again, emphasizing every word. "He will never find out. Our friendship is too important for me to ever risk it."

"...and...what kind of thoughts do you have about him, exactly?"

For him to ask something like that out of the blue...but you were aware that your sins cannot fully be forgiven if you don't spill the whole truth.

Whatever helps you rid this guilt from your conscience, you guess.

"Umm...nothing too indecent..." You nervously pick on your clothes, stumbling across every syllable. "Mostly, I just...I want to be near him, but sometimes...my mind wanders elsewhere...I-I wonder what his lips would feel on mine, and I...want to feel his hands on my body, I guess. And to- you know..." Saying this stuff aloud was embarrassing, especially to a man of faith.

Why was he even making you do this?

Anderson listened carefully as he rubbed the growing bulge in his pants, but soon couldn't bear hearing those little gasps of yours anymore without wanting more more more.

"I-Is everything okay, Father?" He made some rather weird noises there, even his breaths sounded strained. "It's nothing, just...just continue..."

The Paladin bites his hand to keep himself from moaning, his other fiercely stroking his aching cock as he listens to your fantasies, having harbored similar ones - if not worse.

Your volume is barely above a whisper now, voice cracking. "I just wish to give myself to him fully, but I could never forgive myself to make a devout man like him stray away from the right path." Laughing at your own foolishness, you add "Not that he'd ever reciprocate anyways."

"Oh, you'd be surprised..."

Suddenly you hear the man in the cabin next to you jolt on his feet, practically tearing off the door separating the two of you.

Seeing Anderson here was nothing short of a nightmare, shock making the reality of your situation only gradually dawn on you.

"You- you weren't supposed to be here today!" you blurt out almost yelling, but he merely grins in a lust-induced haze. "God works in mysterious ways, my dear..."

The Priest is towering over you, face flushed and stern, looking slightly disheveled. Finally your gaze wanders down to the obvious hard-on he's squeezing in his fist, already leaking precum. Due to his height it's conveniently right in front of your face, and it takes every ounce of self-restraint in him to not immediately take advantage of this fact.

This can't be. No way. It must be a dream.

You were overwhelmed, confused, mind racing through thousand things at once. Not knowing how to react you want to avert your eyes from the sin happening right in front of you, but Anderson softly takes ahold of your chin, forcing you to keep looking.

"Oh, you sweet little temptress..." he murmurs heavily, desperately. "You want penance, right?" His cock twitches in anticipation of the idea popping up in his mind, "Earn it, then..."

"Alexander, I-"

"Father" he corrects you with a wolfish smile, the more predatory part of his personality coming through now that his desire was out of control. "Far too late to play coy now, don't you think?"

"It's not like I don't want to, I just...never did this before."

"Neither have I" he encourages you, voice firm yet balmy. He lets his thumb run over your mesmerizing soft lips, slowly leading your face towards the prize you had wanted so dearly, didn't you?

You lick your lips observing him, that small gesture alone making him shudder. He felt so vulnerable like this, presenting himself so bare and needy and downright filthy.

Unsure how to begin, your fingertips tentatively caress his shaft, earning a whimmer he was absolutely ashamed to make. When you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, his hips were bucking oh so very urgently against the skin of your palm, leading the pace.

Eager to learn you boldly let your tongue swirl around his head, briefly sliding across the slid and you could've sworn he gripped the frame of the confessional so hardly that the frame almost scattered.

Closing your eyes you place a tender kiss on the tip before leading it to your mouth, continuing to stroke him at the same time. "N-No..." he wrings out, one hand praisingly on your head. "Don't look away, lamb."

You gaze up at him through still teary lashes and he lets out a shaky breath. "Beautiful, so beautiful...you're divine."

Pushing himself between your slightly part lips, a glurrotal sound escaped his own. The feeling of his cock is foreign and heavy on your tongue, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth as you try to adjust.

He notices how you press your thighs together, the friction an insufficient attempt at release. But as much as it pained him to see, he cant bring himself to taint you more than he already allows himself to...yet. "Poor thing...how often did you think about doing this?" You make a small sound of protest yet wont stop bobbing up and down on his erection, and he chuckles darkly at the endearing sight.

Wanting to tease him you apply more sucktion, cheeks going hollow as your pace sped up. "Bloody hell.." Your hands slide under his cassock, the foreign touch being too much to bear. "Tha-at's it, you're good, so good for me..."

His hands are restless, caressing anywhere he can reach; your hair, neck, squeezing your shoulders ever so slightly. You moan, the vibration of your throat against his cock making his head fall back in ecstasy.

It really felt like god has made you just for him.

He grabs a handful of your hair and guides your movements, basically thrusting in your mouth now. Your hands press against his lends so he wouldn't push too deeply if he gets carried away, the feeling of your fingernails digging into the flesh only adding to his pleasure.

Anderson is reduced to a puddle of lust by now, a moaning and trembling mess. He's unable to form coherent words, groaning pleas and curses alike as he finds himself completely at your mercy.

You feel him twitch inside of you before he suddenly pulls out of your aching jaw, grabbing it fiercely before giving it a few more strokes. He holds you in place with his other hand, your name dropping from his lips as he shamelessly covers you with his liquid sin.

His mind is still clouded by the aftershocks of his orgasm, wordlessly staring at the mess he's made on your body. He gasps slightly as you lick his essence from your plush lips, beaming up at him like you had just been blessed.

The Priest utters a quiet prayer as he observes you for a moment longer, a fascinated gleam in his eyes, like he wanted to imprint every detail of this image in his mind.

He quickly stuffs himself back into his pants, hands making the sign of the cross over you before letting it run through his hair. Adjusting his glasses, he lends you a handkerchief out of his pocket and speaks as if nothing happened.

"Your sins are forgiven, lamb" he declares huskily, clearing his throat with an almost innocent smile, before leaning in to place a chaste kiss at your temple. His breath is hot on your ear, lingering in the crook of your neck to dwell in your touch and scent just for a bit longer.

"Go in peace" the Priest then orders, voice dropping an octave deeper as he adds "...but feel free to come back to me, shall you struggle with that...temptation again."