#about it because what am i supposed to do? complain? talk about it? say i don't like it? yeah none of those things even work lmao
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winter warmers, day 17: public sex/hot cocoa ~2700 words. this fic is based loosely off the pics and my tags on this post.
âFinal grades are already submitted, mate. The time for bribery has come and gone.â
âVery funny, Daniel.â Max places the cup of hot cocoa on Danielâs desk. A little bit of the whipped cream has sputtered out of the hole at the top. He swipes at it and licks the foam off his finger. He watches Daniel watching him. âExtra whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon, like you like it. And anyway, itâs not a bribe because you are not my teacher anymore. Thatâs the point."
Max slouches off his backpack and dumps it in a heap on the floor in front of the threadbare armchair next to Danielâs desk. He throws off his jacket, too- slings it over the back of the chair- before slumping to sit, his legs spread wide. Heâs spent the better part of the semester in this exact position, big blue eyes staring raptly at Daniel across the desk, counting down the minutes until this moment. Now itâs Danielâs turn to stare.
âMaxâŠâ he warns.
The door to Danielâs tiny, cramped office is wide open, but itâs quiet. Itâs late into the evening on the last day of the semester. The university is almost entirely deserted by now. All of the students abandoned campus the moment they finished their last exams over the week, and the professors have all gone home for the day, leaving their TAs to put together the final touches on grading for the end of the semester.
Danielâs office is at the end of a long corridor in the dingy, mostly unused section of the English department. Thereâs a janitorâs closet next door that contains nothing more than a single mop and a broken plastic bucket. The empty office across the hall has a bigger desk than his and an actually functioning window, but when Daniel asked if he could move over there instead, his advisor had thrown around words like âseniorityâ and âtenureâ and âpaying his dues.â So heâs been stuck in this shoe closet for the past two years, while a perfectly good office lies empty just a few steps away. He likes to complain to Max about it when heâs feeling particularly resentful about some university bullshit or other. Max just likes to listen to him talk.
The office is, as usual, empty. As is the janitorâs closet. As is every other office or storage room down the hallway, all the way to the elevator bank, where the lone lightbulb is flickering intermittently, casting dancing shadows along the wall. Theyâre alone in the building for now. No one else is around.
Max tells Daniel this.
âNo one else, huh?â Daniel leans back in his own chair, matches Maxâs slouching posture. He takes a sip of the cocoa. Savors it. Takes another. âAnd what exactly am I supposed to do with that information?â
âYou know what, Daniel. You are not my teacher anymore. This stupid class is over. No more Beowulf, thank god. And now I can have you. You said.â
âYou can have me?â Daniel cuts himself off. âJesus, Max. Thatâs definitely one way to phrase it.â
âAlways you and your phrasing. I still am upset about when you took points off my essay for that, by the way.â
Daniel laughs.
Max doesnât. He glances at the open door, which offers a clear view down the hallway. Still empty. Not so much as a faint footstep click-clacking in the distance.
He stands and turns Danielâs swivel chair outwards a little so that he has enough space to kneel down in front of him. âšâšâMax,â Daniel warns him again, but his voice is softer this time. Heâs not protesting. Heâs looking down at Max, whoâs already sliding his hands up and down the soft, worn denim encasing Danielâs thighs.
âYou have to say yes. You already said we could, but you have to say you want this now.â Max sits back onto his heels, and immediately feels colder being even six inches further away from Daniel. âWill you say yes, for me? Say that I can have you?â
Daniel runs a hand across his stubbled cheek, lets it cover his mouth for a moment. Max watches the light catch on his gold rings and dance across the wall. Daniel pulls off his glasses (an affectation, heâd once told Max. His prescription is so weak that he can get by fine without them, but they help sell the look. PhD student in English Lit, rather than tatted bogan) and looks at Max with wide eyes. Max looks back.
âYes,â he says. âAll right? Iâm saying yes. You can have me.â
âOkay,â Max agrees and pushes Danielâs grey sweater up so that he can lean in and suck a bruise into the center of his chest. He pulls back to look at it. His own mark on Danielâs skin. Daniel has told him about some of his tattoos, and heâs seen some, of course, but he knows that there are others yet to be discovered. Heâll find every last one with his eyes and then his tongue. For now, heâll add a few more of his own.
Daniel groans when Max sets his teeth against Danielâs nipple. âFuck, babe. Not even a kiss first? Right to the nipple play, huh?â
Max pulls back. Danielâs right: they should kiss. He lets the sweater fall out of his hands and pulls Daniel by the back of the knees so that he slides lower in the chair. Max pushes into the space between Danielâs spread legs so that theyâre chest to chest.
Daniel looks soft like this, vulnerable, as he looks up to where Max hovers slightly taller than him. Max is used to Daniel taking up so much space: big laugh, big personality, big hair. But here, underneath Maxâs hands, heâs small. His baggy sweaters hide a narrow waist, tapering to bony hips- delicate wrists extending to long, nail-bitten fingers. Max wants to cover him completely, hide him from the world, keep him for himself. That wouldnât be fair, though. The world would be so much smaller without Daniel in it.
He cups his hand around Danielâs cheek, his beard prickling ticklishly against Maxâs palm.
âHi,â Daniel says, quietly.
âHello, Daniel,â Max says and then leans in for a kiss. Itâs softer than heâs expecting, given the stubble situation. Danielâs lips are warm against his, and they press together for just a moment before Max pulls away to look at him. He never gets tired of looking at Daniel.
He moves back in, harder this time, Danielâs mouth opening for his, and he licks his way inside. He sucks on Danielâs tongue, where the taste of cocoa and cinnamon is still lingering. Daniel kisses back- biting, bruising kisses that send a shock of pleasure direct to Maxâs cock. He could spend hours here, days, years, just feeling the pressure of Danielâs mouth on his.
But he has plans that extend beyond just a few heated kisses.
He has wanted this since the very first day of the semester, when he walked into that stupid Brit Lit classroom with his stupid copy of Beowulf and saw the hottest person heâs ever seen in his life sitting cross legged on the desk upfront, waving him in and telling him to grab a seat, that theyâre just getting started.
Heâd sat in the closest seat to the front, dead center, and spent the next three months contributing minimally to the in-class discussions that Daniel led, and instead, daydreamed about bending him over the lectern and fucking him until he cried. He did fine on exams, wrote marginally passable essays (phrasing issues aside), but couldnât be bothered to contribute to the inanity of the conversations around him when he could spend that time imagining the taste of Danielâs golden honey skin if he licked him all the way from his collarbone to his cock.
Soon enough, heâd started showing up to Danielâs office hours twice a week, and then inviting himself to sit in the office whenever he knew Daniel would be there. Heâd plop himself in the armchair and tap away at his homework for other classes (âthe ones that matter, Danielâ) while Daniel worked on grading essays and occasionally tapped away at the doc that will eventually become his thesis.
And in that time, Maxâs fantasies turned from the desk in the lecture hall to the desk right here in this cramped office. Heâs spent many an afternoon sitting in the ratty armchair and watching Daniel work, while picturing doing exactly what heâs doing now: pressing his lips against Danielâs and sliding his hand underneath his sweater to pinch a nipple, drawing out a low moan.
Daniel had always said no. Not until the semester was over; not while he was still in a position of power over Max.
And now theyâre here. The semester is done, Daniel is no longer his TA, and Max can live out every last one of his fantasies.
Without breaking the kiss, he grabs Daniel around the waist and levers him up and out of the chair so that he can spin him around to sit on the edge of his desk. He leans around Danielâs side to close the lid of his laptop and set it on the chair, which frees up the space he needs to lay him out flat on his back and start pulling at his clothes.
âOff,â he says, and shoves the hem of the sweater up so that Daniel will remove it completely. He reaches down to take off Danielâs boots and then unzips his jeans and pulls them off. Between the two of them itâs quick work until Daniel is naked, save for his socks and the gold chain around his neck. Heâs on his back with his ass at the edge of the desk and his thighs already falling open for Max to fit perfectly between.
Max takes a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him. Danielâs tan is still a perfect golden, even now in the startling cold of mid-December. Heâs lithe, deceptively muscled for how slender he is, further camouflaged by the baggy sweaters and hoodies heâs usually draped in. But like this, all of him on full display for Maxâs pleasure, heâs a perfect specimen of toned muscle.
There are more tattoos even than Max expected- his thighs especially are a quilt of color. Max ignores them for now. There will be plenty of time for them to become more intimately acquainted later. For now, Max has other issues to attend to- like licking that stripe across Danielâs torso. Collarbone to cock, and then back again.
He must stare for a hair too long, because Daniel starts to curl in on himself, shy in a way that Max has never seen him before. That canât stand. Max leans down to kiss him again, pressing his hardening cock, still trapped inside his jeans, against Danielâs, which forces his legs wide again. He wraps them around Maxâs back and tugs him in closer.
They kiss lazily for a while until Max is so hard that the press of his cock against his zipper is a physical ache. He unzips and pulls himself out, immediately thrusting into the hollow where Danielâs hip meets his thigh, precome slicking the way.
âIâm going to fuck you now,â he says, no beating around the bush.
He makes quick work of sliding on a condom and then slicking his cock and Danielâs hole with a tiny packet of lube, both of which heâd tucked into his pocket earlier this evening.
He pushes in and feels the warmth of Daniel surrounding his cock. Danielâs eyes widen and he gasps when Max bottoms out. Heâs not huge, but his cock is thick, and he can feel Danielâs hole fluttering around him to accommodate his girth. He moves slowly, letting him get used to the stretch.
âFuck, Max,â Daniel chokes out as Max thrusts in to the hilt again. âMore, please.â
âSo polite for me. Of course, Daniel. Iâll give you everything you want.â And he does. For long minutes, he focuses on nothing more than the connection between their bodies, Danielâs entirely naked and Maxâs still fully clothed. Heâs insane with the sensation, the knowledge that Daniel is giving himself over to Max so completely, letting Max take care of him.
Heâs on the verge of coming when Max feels Daniel still beneath him for a moment, his gaze focused over Maxâs shoulder. âMax, the door.â
âYes. Itâs still open. Anyone could walk past and see us. They could see you all spread out for me. For my cock. They could hear you, too, of course. Because youâre being very loud with your moans, Daniel.â He pushes in deep, makes sure to stroke firmly across Danielâs prostate. He waits for him to moan and then does it again. âJust like that.â
Daniel shudders and clenches down around Maxâs cock. Itâs Maxâs turn to moan out loud. He can feel Daniel starting to tremble beneath him. He reaches for Danielâs cock and starts jerking him roughly.
âNow, Daniel,â he says. âCome for me now. Please.â
Daniel closes his eyes and pulls Max down over him, presses their mouths together. He licks across Maxâs teeth as he comes. Max follows immediately behind, filling the condom and wishing they could do this bare. Imagines the feeling of filling Daniel instead, spurting deep inside him. He groans again as his hips kick up reflexively. He adds that to the mental tally for next time. There will absolutely need to be a next time.
They take their time cleaning up. Max grabbed a stack of napkins when he brought Danielâs hot cocoa earlier. They donât make for the most glamorous post-fuck clean up, but theyâll do.
When their clothes are back in place and they look mostly presentable again, Max tugs teasingly at the chain around Danielâs neck, pulls him in for a kiss.
âThank you for waiting for me,â Daniel tells him softly.
Then, he grins big for a second. âOh, and for the cocoa, too. Delish, mate.â
Max just rolls his eyes. âYouâre welcome. For both. Now, come. I need to take you home and fuck you some more. On a big bed, where I can take my time.â
He waits for Daniel to gather his things and turn out the lights in the office. Heâll finish his last bit of grading over the weekend, he tells Max.
They walk down the hall to the elevator, Max with one hand wrapped around Danielâs hip and a thumb tucked through his belt loop.
As they near the elevator bank, they both freeze. Just a few doors down from Danielâs office, they see light streaming out from Dr. Lambiaseâs office, light that definitely hadnât been there when Max showed up earlier.
They turn to look at each other, their eyes huge. Slowly, they walk towards the open door and freeze again when a familiar voice calls out from a familiar face. âEvening, boys. I thought I was already done for the day, but I had to come all the way back to campus to grab a couple of folders before break. You two all done for the evening?â
Neither of them says anything. Dr. Lambiase raises an eyebrow at them.
Max nudges Daniel to answer; heâs the TA. Not Dr. Lambiaseâs TA, of course, but still. Max is just a student.
Daniel hurries to spit out, âYeah, yep, weâre all done. Max just had a couple questions from the final exam, but weâre all good now, so weâre gonna go, have a good night, see you later.â He waves, prompts Max to do the same, and then speedwalks them down the rest of the hallway, where they wait in silence for the elevator to arrive.
âOh my god,â Daniel says as soon as the elevator doors close. âOh my god!â
âWell,â Max intones. âI guess we can check that one off the fantasy list, then?â
They look at each other silently for a second and then collapse into each other in a pile of giggles. Yeah, Max is definitely going to cross that one off the list.
#winterwarmers2024#my fic#maxiel#how in the name of sanity is this nearly pushing 3k words?#when i started doing winterwarmers this month#i assumed that each of the fics would be like 500 words at most#this is insanity#also gp was definitely not supposed to make an appearance in this#but then i was like#maybe maybe maybe#đ
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Fruit Skewers, Laced Drinks, and the Whole Shabang
A/n: @tsunami-of-tears I AM YOUR SECRET SANTA!! ik crazy right! Anyway hereâs your mix of angst, a lil bit of fun, and vague holiday spirit! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT LOL but it fine if u dontâŠ
MERRY CHRISTMASSS or HAPPY SOLSTICE.
thank you @acotargiftexchange for hosting this lovely event.
word count: 2.1k
Eris POV
Most people donât think of the spymaster of the Night Court as an avoidant person. In fact, when people do think of him itâs often when theyâre committing a crime or sitting in shadows that look like theyâre moving, or even seeing him on the street and finding him pretty.
Well Eris found the spymaster to be a very avoidant male. Yes, he was good looking and smart and the whole package. But Eris found he sucked and communicating. Not even in the normal way people sucked at communicating, in a way that he didnât even try to talk about anything. All the spymaster did was kiss Erisâs weak spot until the heir gave in and stopped trying to make a half-decent conversation.Â
Then again, Eris supposed one could defend Azrielâs actions. Considering their families, their past, the rejection of same sex relationships in the Autumn court, Beron, Morrigan, and every other little detail.Â
However, none of that changed what had happened a few years ago at the solstice court meeting. The two of them had had a little too much to drink and got a little carried away. The night had ended with Azriel in Erisâs bed and the morning after the cold air from a very open balcony window had greeted Eris the moment he woke up.Â
And still, a decade later, they hadnât said a word about it. What they had done was fuck so much that Eris had found more new kinks he didnât know about in ten years than heâd found in a century.
âWhat in the cauldren has you sighing every few seconds?â Eris blinked, his motherâs voice pulling him from his thoughts. Shit, he was still in the dining room eating dinner with his mother. Well, she was eating; his food was untouched.
âSorry.âÂ
âWhatâs up with you?â
âNoth-.â He was cut off by a single raised brow that spoke volumes. âIt's a romantic problemâŠâ
His mother smiled. âWith the shadowsinger, yes?â
Eris grunted in confirmation, choosing to not question how she knew about his so-called ârelationship.â
âWhatâs wrong? Obvious problems excluded, of course.â Her words dragged a bitter smile to his lips as he thought of what he should say. He could tell her the truth and simultaneously put her in danger if anyone found out. Or he could lie. The fact that the choice he made came so easily concerned him to no end.
âHe wonât talk unless it relates to court problems. All he wants to do when weâre alone is have sex.â
His mother grinned. âI never thought Iâd see the day you complained about too much sex. Guess thereâs a first time for everything.â
Eris grumbled something unintelligible and rolled his eyes.
âIn all seriousness, find a time and place to talk. One where itâs too public to do anything but itâs just private enough to have a conversation. Also you need a reason he canât leave. For example, if Rhysand assigned him to stay by your side and make sure you donât do anything stupid. The best chance youâll get to do this is at the annual solstice high lord meeting. Since everyone knows Beron wonât want to come considering itâs basically just a party⊠Youâll have to go in his stead and someone from each court will likely be watching you because nobody trusts the autumn court.â
Eris raised his hand, trying to stop the flow of information. âPerhaps, write it down?â
His mother chuckled. âYâknow Iâm actually preparing you for your high lord duties. You really canât be seen taking notes during a high lord meeting; it shows weakness.â
Eris rolled his eyes. âStop teasing, we both know Beron doesnât remember shit. He just does whatever he wants.â
âYes, but you wish to be a better High Lord than him. Canât do that if you copy him.â
âWell since Iâll be such a better high lord than Beron, it wonât be considered weak to take notes.â
His mother shook her head, a smile dancing on her lips.âIâll write it down, but you just need to trust yourself.â
Eris said nothing. He knew he couldnât trust himself around Azriel. It always led to him giving into the spymasterâs whim.
Az POV
âOY AZRIELLL!!â
He barely refrained from groaning as Cassian pulled the curtains aside and sunlight came streaming in.
âGo away.â
âBUT TODAYâS THE PARTYYYY!! YOU AGREED TO LET FEYRE, NESTA, AND ELAIN DRESS YOU UP IF YOU LOST AT CHESS. AND YOU LOSTTTTT!!â
âBecause you all cheated.â
âYou never said we couldnât!â Cassian is practically singing as he dances around Azrielâs bed, trying to prod him awake.
Azriel groaned. âIâll be up in 30. Now get out.â
Cassian pouted but ultimately decided to leave before Azriel could change his mind and argue that he would have won if they hadnât fed him too many bottles of Rhysandâs expensive wine and cheated.Â
Fifteen minutes later, Azriel warily dragged himself from bed. Normally, he would be fine, in fact he could be a morning bird. But all the wine heâd drank last night seemed to have caused a pounding headache that he doubted would get better.
He took a quick shower and dressed in casual black clothes before heading out. On his way to the River House he grabbed a pastry and jumped off a random balcony.
Letting himself freefall, Azrielâs thoughts wandered to forbidden territory. Eris would be at the party tonight. The firelingâs scent was ingrained in Azrielâs mind- smoke and crisp autumn leaves.Â
Azriel sighed. He knew Eris wanted to talk, it was devastatingly obvious. The hurt that flashed in those amber eyes whenever Azriel brushed him off seemed an ever prominent companion in his day to day life. But it just wouldnât work. Eris was going to be High Lord and Azriel was⊠well Azriel.
âHeâs here!â
His high ladyâs voice floated through the air, effectively cutting his thoughts short. He landed and glowered at Cassian.
âThe party is at 8 in the evening.â
âYes and?â
âIt does not take twelve hours to get me ready.
Feyre cut in, âOf course it doesnât. But do you really think we have things prepared? This bet was last minute and made drunkenly at around two am.â
âAll the more reason we should agree to not do it.â
âNope! Just an excuse to go shopping.â
Azriel groaned but a slight smile played on his lips, maybe he could use this distraction from Eris.
Eris POV
At precisely 8pm Eris and his advisors winnowed to the dawn court. Ever since that High Lord meeting during the war, the dawn court had been all the high lords preferred spot to meet. Eris wasnât sure why but it was fine with him, just as long as nobody was in his court.Â
They were greeted by a female that showed them to a dimly lit ballroom. Most of the other High Lordâs were already mingling and Eris spotted Vivian, Mor and Feyre. Azrielâs probably here then. Good.
Eris sighed, dismissing his advisors and heading for the food table. Picking up a skewer of grapefruit and some unidentified berries, Eris dove in. One could argue the only reason he came to these parties was for the food. More often than not, his first thought was complaining about the autumn court food. It wasnât bad, in fact, Eris loved the spices and bold flavors, but after a few centuries, you occasionally long for something else.
Something refreshing.Â
A light touch to his thigh urged him to pause his munching and look down. One if Azrielâs shadows was curled around his leg, seemingly looking up at him with puppy eyes.Â
Eris suppressed a smile and looked around to find the shadowsinger already watching him from a dark corner. He did a double take, blinking in disbelief at what he saw. Azriel, the feared spymaster of the night court was wearing a light blue t-shirt and loose, frilly, white pants. And he looked good. Eris hesitated, grabbed another fruit skewer and headed his way.
âFireling,â Azriel greeted, plucking the extra fruit skewer from his hand.
Eris made a sound of protest, mouth stuffed with food. âWas mine.âÂ
âYou look like a toddler given access to his favorite candy store at these parties.â
Eris frowned, waving his hand, trying to get his rebuttal across without opening his mouth.
Azriel chuckled, biting into the stolen skewer. He groaned in satisfaction, gobbling down the rest of the skewer before Eris could finish his.
âWhat in the world are you wearing?â
âIt was a bet.â Azriel waved his stick where fruit was seconds before. âThese are good.â
âDid all that food just disappear?â
âIt was good.â
âYouâve never had them before? These parties have been going on for a decade.â
âIâm usually too distracted by you.â
Eris chokes on his last piece of fruit. âHuh?â
Azriels lips twitched, âThat wasnât very heir like.â He tutts, wagging a finger. âThe rumors seem to be true, youâre gonna be overthrown by a brother.â
Eris raises a brow. âFirstly, you cannot be talking, have you seen yourself in those clothes? Besides wouldnât you miss me, beloved spymaster of the feared Night Court?â He leaned closer, lips almost brushing Azrielâs ear. âAfter all, you do seem to have taken a particular liking to me. Or shall I say, a liking to fu-â
Azriel clamped a hand over his mouth. âNot here,â he hisses.
âWhere else then?â Eris sticks his tongue out, liking the scarred hand covering his mouth. âAll you wanna do is fuck whenever weâre alone. So why not speak here? Your shadows can ensure nobody hears us.â
Azriel frowns. âIâve been meaning to talk to you about that.â Eris raises a brow as if to say, do tell. âWe should stop.â
âExcuse me?â
âItâs never going to work out and we donât seem to have any special connection. Itâs also a hassle since weâre from different courts and it really would be convenient for both of us if we stopped. Besides, if you really need pleasure that badly, there are some wonderful places across Prythian that could serve oneâs needs.
Eris gawked at Azriel. His jaw was practically on the floor in shock and his body had gone slack. Azriel, the guy who never talked and always convinced Eris to fuck was the one calling off this âsituantionship.â Adding that the one time he did talk was to inform Eris of good pleasure houses. Well, sorry mother, guess you wrote that down for nothing.
âRight, like you werenât the one practically leaping on me every time. But by all means, go ahead, end us. Itâs not like anyone else will ever understand you like I do. And of course we arenât mates because why would the mother put someone like you with someone like me.â Eris finishes his last sentence off with a growl, teeth bared.
Azrielâs brows twitch, âWhat is that supposed to mean? Am I not good enough for a future High Lord?â
Eris shakes his head, attempting to stop the sudden feeling of emptiness in his heart. He turned form the male and his bright clothes.
âWhatever Azriel. Iâm done with you.â
Az POV
Okay, so he might have messed up. Heâd basically called Eris not special and not worth the hassle. Heâd also said he knew a lot of good pleasure houses, which wasnât a lie, he did. But the male heâd been fucking for the past decade probably didnât want to hear that, even though they hadnât said they were exclusive. Not that that was an excuse. All in all, Azriel regretted everything. Especially since the moment the red-haired heir had left, a beautiful, deafening, snap, echoed in his ears.Â
The other side of the bond was foggy which made Azriel assume Eris had absolutely no idea. Great. That was not helpful in his current position. What was he supposed to do? Go up to Eris and say, âby the way, weâre mates! Sorry for saying we have no special connection, could we reconcile?â
Azriel sighed, deciding to get a drink. He approached a rose-gold cup with a pink-tinged liquid inside. After sniffing it, he downed the drink in one gulp. The liquid fogged his head, making it hard to think. But it tasted good. Like the pumpkin spice lattes that Eris would sometimes give him. He hummed, going to grab another cup.
He stopped, a sudden realization settling in. He had taken the first cup, nobody else had drank one all night. He knew because Thesan always said that once a drink was out, it was out. Azriel slowly looked up. People were watching him, eyes drilling into his skull. Shit. What the fuck was that drink?
âWhatever Azriel. Iâm done with you.â
Azrielâs head shot up. That was Erisâs voice, those were his words, his tone, his accent. It was Eris yet Eris wasnât even in this room.Â
What the fuck?
âIâm done with you.â
Azriel hissed softly. This was bad. Hearing voices was a sure sign of 1. crazyiness, 2. in this case, a love potion, 3. being cursed. It was most likely the second option, which was definitely not ideal.Â
A small crowd of onlookers gathered, seemingly waiting for a reaction.
Azrielâs shadows surrounded him, almost laughing at their master. He couldnât even blame them if they took Erisâs side in this matter. Sure, Eris had said some horrible things but at the end of the day, Azriel was the one to start the whole situation to begin with.Â
So he closed his eyes, and let his shadows control wherever he goes, just as long as itâs out of this damn room.Â
The only thing?
He didnât expect to land right on top of a half-asleep Eris Vanserra.
dividers by @saradika
lol idk i like it- I tried to leave an open endingâŠ
#bubybubsters#acotar#acowar#fanfic#eris vanserra#azriel#azris#acotar gift exchange#acotar secret santa#azriel x eris#azris angst
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i genuinely donât know how iâm supposed to act at my age
#like when i have to talk to ppl my age irl they sound old af đ and im like are they old or just actual adults?#like i know when to act mature but when in the same age group i feel like i should have my adult voice on#like a customer service voice but more casual???#like for this get together iâm fear i might be one of the youngest ppl there besides like the children of everyone else đ like i can go#canât***#hangout w them and later ima go see my friends and itâs more relaxed but itâs not like we talk about random shit#like we donât listen to the same music watch the same shows or movies anymore#or they say oh i donât have time for that or i donât watch/listen to that many more#????? what do you do? and theyâre not on social media besides fb or twt#like unfortunately iâm part of the chronically online đđđ but i canât just be like oh im knitting this or crocheting that because thatâs my#old lady hobbie i picked up in hs and they were like thatâs old ppl shit#they talk about work but i find that so boring idc about what i do everyday that shit stays the same đ#like itâs interesting to listen to them because i donât do it but my job itâs same day in day out#and if we talk about fitness it ends up at oh i gained some weight or i lost x amount that means i can have a xyz and not care âŠ.#we are mid to late twenties when tf did you get heartburn đ and wtf is that ??? iâve heard about it but what do you mean??? when did that#start??? like yeah old bones and body aches but damn another meme post about it đ stop#like what did i miss when did i stop looking where did yall learn all this#at this point i think im just immature#like my random shit is gonna be ceo/luigi and sk then what i canât bring up rap kpop spotify wrapped anime my excitement for some local yarn#how i donât think lady gaga is a good actress or that im lowkey upset about the wicked movie#or that thereâs gonna be an american psycho remake like theyâre not gonna care#and i canât be like tf is an appetizer ? that isnât just restaurant and tv show shit ?#I CANT TELL THEM ABIUT MY PERIOD SHOES I FEEL LIKE THEYRE TONNABNOT LAUGH#my talking points are work (boring and same as always) old car accidents most recently accident (but not too deep) shoulder and back pain#progress maybe complain about grocery prices đđđ#omfg wtf am i supposed to where to the get together with appetizers FUCK#is it chill to go in shorts and a tshirt ????? iâm sure they know weâre the ones smoking outside they can just assume iâm too chill#letâs hope someone has a baby and i can distract them w my ability to somehow charm babies đđđđ#omg what if their kids are blaming us for the weed smell !?? like imma not narc but iâve seen them out there too#like idk if theyâre college age but i donât think theyâre open about it and im the freak taking walks past midnight đđđđđđđđđ
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The good news: I will have Chinese food tomorrow
The bad news: I have to see my mom as part of it :[
#speculation nation#negative/#i guess. i Am complaining.#i did agree to this. better to rip the bandaid off ahead of the family christmas.#but i havent talked to her since like... jeeze. i really think it's been over 2 years by this point now.#ignored all her calls and texts and Letters even#like what am i supposed to say? heyyy ma nice to see you (i guess). why havent i called? well uhhhhh#even in her letter she sent me it was essentially a nearly illegible journal she kept during a depressing as fuck time#something that really shouldve stayed as a journal. but no she wrapped it up stuck a sticker on it and drew some nail polish on the envelope#i am her child and yet she was using me as a therapist. venting things and In The Letter saying she didnt know why she said them#like. mom. you know you dont have to send me everything you write right? you know you can start over right?#but no she just writes with no filter. no consideration for me.#because she's a sad sad woman who sees her children as the only things worth living for#and i do say things. she doesn't fucking care about me as a person.#she just misses the experience of being these little impressionable people's Everything.#no one puts up with her bullshit these days and how sad is that?#so. well. that's the kind of reason why i havent talked to her. bc she's a fucking drain just to be around.#but shes my mother yada yada and something in me still feels maybe even slightly socially obligated to see her#really though i just want to see her Side of the family. i miss them. i haven't seen them in too long.#and in order to see them i have to see her. and i decided itd be best to see her ahead of time#so that family xmas is. at least slightly less awkward. hopefully.#what am i supposed to do if she tries to hug me or something? i dont want to hug her.#either she'll be all weepy that i havent been talking to her or she'll try to act like nothing's changed at all.#or maybe both. who knows. either way itll be entirely about her. as it always is.#i just need to make sure i dont end up alone with her#so long as my sister or grandma are there too she wont be As insufferable. hopefully.
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Every now and then I remember the times I would mention to my flatmate that I was thinking of buying myself something reasonably expensive (that I had been eyeing up for months and had budgeted for) and she'd tell me that I shouldn't spend that much money on something I didn't need and it would be stupid etc etc while she regularly impulse bought things that cost at least as much and she would use once (while complaining that she was under a lot of financial stress and couldn't afford <$3/week for 2 months for a rental washing machine when ours broke). She is... perhaps not my first call for financial advice
#like I get that you're financially stressed but also it feels a bit rich to complain about it when you're on student allowance (not loan)#and your parents still contribute to things for you even though allowance is supposed to be for people whose parents can't afford to help#and you get multiple scholarships a year even though you're technically not eligible for half of them anymore but then as soon as the money#comes in from those you spend it all on a brand new dress for your sister's hen's do picnic because you can't wear the same dress as you#will for the actual hen's night or the wedding. Better buy a full price one at an expensive store instead of looking in a single op shop or#borrowing one from one of your three sisters who are all roughly the same size#god life must be so tough for you getting the same amount of money as the rest of us on student loan except you only have to pay back half#like the only money you have to live off is the same as what the rest of us get + scholarships (plural) plus what you earnt in your summer#internship? how could you possibly survive??#anyway I am NOT a fan of people who are like 'oh you say you have no money for rent but you have a phone?' because that's bullshit#and the whole 'millenials need to stop eating avocado toast so they can buy a house' thing is also bullshit#however. If you pay $60/week for a gym when you have access to the free uni one (or any other gym in the country is like $20)#and you buy uber eats multiple times a week for like $30+ each time despite having a premade meal in the fridge. and you get multiple#scholarships which mean you are arguably among the more well off students. AND you impulse buy things that cost over $100 regularly#then maybe the problem is not that you don't have enough money to split the rental costs of a washing machine (<$3 each/week)#maybe you are just bad with money#which is fine like it's not like it's unfixable it's just annoying when you act like you're worse off than people whose only money is what#they get from student loan each week so they eat beans on rice for dinner for a week#because that's all they could afford (yes I know people who did this. Yes she complained more than them)#so no I don't think I'm gonna be taking financial advice from you babes because one of us has entertained the idea of a budget to help with#finances and it's not you xx#(she turned down offers of financial help/advice/books to borrow from multiple people multiple times. I 100% get that you might not want to#talk to people about it especially your friends but we had multiple books on finances lying around the flat which she always said she didn't#need. And then she'd continue to complain that she didn't have enough money#god forbid you suggest something like going to a cheaper gym (or worse. The perfectly fine free uni gym!)#again. Her gym cost $60/week for most of last year until they brought in a student discount which was 'only' $45/week#the next most expensive gym chain I can find costs maybe $30/week for the highest membership level#to get what she was getting she would only need like a $20 membership#BUT to be fair she wouldn't get such strong culty vibes at any other gym#lol anyway sorry for the rant. I could keep going but apparently you can only have 30 tags and this is the last one
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doctors and nurses should be forced to work in retail before being allowed anywhere near patients
#had to tell the stupid nurse âif i'm not familiar with any of this why am i expected to know everything about it? it's your job to explainâ#âi- but-â no no shut up. i'm done with these things. honestly. shut up.#put them in their place. don't be scared to raise your voice when they act allmighty#âyou're old enough to-â shut up. would you tell that to someone who's +30?#just because i'm young it doesn't mean you can talk to me like that. at all. stay in your fucking place.#i did every fucking thing by the book. shut the fuck up. it's not my fault if you guys don't fucking communicate#and you know. this happened to me when i got surgery. one doctor told me to take idk what before it.#then the aneathesiologist gave a second dose to me. and i was like âhm. i think i already took that one thoâ#âoh really? you shouldn't haveâ#sir?? it's your colleague's fault. he prescribed it to me. said âtake it before the surgeryâ and i did#how was i supposed to know that the two of you don't communicate??#âwhat do you study?â âtranslation.â âok then you know languages and this isn't your field of exp-â fucking exactly#so why the fuck are you coning at me?? i'm not saying anything#imagine pulling up to the hospital and a nurse decides to patronise you for being a patient?? uh??#sir your people told me to do this and that. wtf.#coming*#âsay something if you get lightheadedâ i'd rather fucking die than rely on you. this is between me and god now. shut up.#* anaesthesiologist. i can spell.#âok but if you got a weak immune system you should have-â sir. sir. i do what you people tell me to. i can't fucking do whatever i please.#you prescribe me the wrong stuff & then complain when you make a mistake as if it were my fault?? wow.#medical malpractice
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Itâs difficult to not feel discouraged sometimes when your partner is also an artist and happens to be faster than you in every conceivable way
This doesnât bother me often because everyone is different and comparing production time and skill against each other or anyone is detrimental mostly and its ok to have your own workflow
but it does weigh on me vaguely sometimes sometimes that she can finish 2-3 full coloured pieces within a week and ive been painfully scratching out the same number but theyre only sketches that ill never revisit within a month
None of this actually matters in the long run, it just makes me feel bad on occasion
#like i should be doing more#im very sorry for complaining so much online#i just dont really have any other way to express myself#i know some of you have generously and kindly reached out to me to offer an ear#but my fatal flaw is i cant talk to anyone about my problems i just idk it was beaten into me that none of it matter#matters or my problems arent a big deal and i know ots healthy to think actuallt my problems are worth talking about or a big deal#but its hard to change a behaviour that was kinda literally beaten jnto you that talking about stuff likw this is a waste of time#i guess i just feel bad that i could do more and i dont because i dont want to#but i also want to if that makes any sense at all#i suppose it also doesnt help that alot of the work im doing right now i actually sorta hate like none of it is good to me personally#i want to stop being toxic towards myself#i just wanna stop hating me and who i am and what i do every step of the way#but that mean little voice inside me is like ahh. it wont shut up#I always say i need a break or more time but what am i gonna do with it#doing nothing at all isnt fulfilling#it sounds. sad like what teenager me did and i dont want to be or feel like that ever again but its fuckjng hard#this is so woe is me#im a liar bc i say the main text doesnt bother me but it bothers me alot im very envious of her speed prolificness and drive to create#and i have none like thats so unfair#this makes me sound ultra bitter god fucking damn it#i want to go to sleep and genuinely never fucking wake up again#please im done i just dont want to
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really awesome day to think everythings going alright and then you wake up and get hit in the face twice in a row
#vent#why am i suddenly the worst person to exist to everyone again for having bpd and complex emotions. 2023s coming back in a new way#like oh wow Have you ever thoguht of how Aria Feels. Have you ever thought to fucking talk to me about this . god.#this specific group of people keeps making me miserable and then complains about me being miserable about it. like yea. bc that makes sense#maybe i shouldve left all of you huh. maybe i shouldve done that. i need to be the one with agency over my emotions for fucking once.#everyone walks all over me and expects it to do nothing. keeping my fears in check and keeping my confirmation biases very much there.#lua if you see this that was entirely fucking unwarranted. im not some fucking evil person. i just have BPD. we tried.#i dont like venting to you for every single little thing either and it makes me miserable too! it wouldve been nice if you said that first.#all of it made me miserable but thats all we ever fucking talked about.#i really fucking tried just to get kicked down and spit at again for something so stupid and then the remaining 3 also left again.#what am i supposed to do. what do you want me to do.#i genuinely tried. i always wanted to try but just got left with questions and unexplainable emotions. and now everythings like this again#no explanations. nothing to give me any benefit of the doubt. just no youre evil and awful for this thing that we all also do but#were all going to blame YOU for not being honest about your emotions. and then i start being very open about my emotions#and people hate that too. literally what do you fucking want from me anymore. have i been anything other than a strawman to any of you#just an ideal to chase . just whatever you want to form me into ?#i am not a saint and never claim to be or claim to be the best or even most reasonable opinion. but you should all maybe evaluate that your#extraordinarily comically bad at anything regarding this. better at communicating my fucking ass.#i dont want to be at either of you twos fucking whims anymore. i dont even want to be at my own.#leave me the hell alone. observe me at a distance. just dont fucking talk to me until you have something better to say.#i did not need that. it is unfair to me. not now. not any time. not near my birthday not near new years. i did not need this suddenly today#because people dont communicate anything to me. and then expect me to be fine to be slapped in the face with it like its expected.#you people fucking suck.#i feel abused by fucking everyone. i am not a real person to any of you and never will be. nobody cared about my personhood#and you know what. im fine with that. because neither of you are here anymore.#literally i am mentally not built for people who made me miserable then blaming me for my misery . or the most stupid friendgroup drama of#the century i am built for playing touys and having fun Fuck u all forever get out of my life FOREVER !#itll probably come back again and then ill be mentally susceptible to this bullshit again but for now literally just . fuck off.#i dont want to be in your ouroboros ( lol ) of endless misery feedback loop bullshit anymore#like woww i have problems but Wow. Its almost like you two made it worse? Idk! Just a thought.
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I hate how annoying and annoyed and depressed and gross and whiny I get and feel when i'm ignored and rejected and feel alone because no one will talk to me, hang out when I ask, ask me to hang out or chat, or I have to give up on things I really want to do because I need people and have no one. which is basically all the time every day. between trying to make friends and failing and trying to talk to/hang out with people I already know, it's just a constant deep chronic loneliness that nothing seems to help change it and no one is willing to help with it. and I don't have a clue what to do. no one gives useful advice. "be yourself!" hasn't worked in 30 years. "just talk to people!" has caused me more harm than good. "find your people!" is too broad of a statement, how do I know what my people even are? "keep trying it will happen one day!" I literally don't know how to stop trying and rather stop and accept i'm meant to be alone forever and force myself to like it!!! I live ~in the moment/day by day~ so I don't care what will happen "one day" I care about NOW because that's where I am!!!!! the future means nothing to me unless I had a magic ball that showed it to me. so waiting makes it worse! there's no guarantee it will ACTUALLY happen either. congrats of it happened to you. that doesn't help me. thats now in the present time and not my future so why should I care?
what the fuck am I supposed to actually do!
#am i supposed to date someone so theyre forced to always be there for me? is that why people do it?#because the anount of people around my age who say theyd âjust kill themslevesâ if they didnt have their partners is concerning....#also why do people insist on giving me useless advice about how to make friends or fix my problems but wont step up and befriend me lmao#everyone wants to be helpful but only with useless words and get upset when it doesnt work for me. no one wants to ACTUALLY help#and if i do get some rare person its someone just as lonely and more desperate and they want to trauma bond#or make me their free therapist. and we never have anything truly in common. and it makes me feel worse.#so ive started being a bit more selective and trying not to take just anyone anymore. which makes me have less selection#lee rambles#where was i going with these tags. idk#i used to basically beg people to talk abd hang out or dumped my lonely feelings on people so they know i NEED them to stick with me#that never worked so i started playing âhard to getâ but turn out that doesnt actually work and i realize 6 months later i haven't#talked to a SINGLE PERSON because no one comes to me first. its only me going to others first or complaining and attracting the wrong people#what the fuck lmao#cant win.#lee rants
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Was crying to my partner about my trauma, they said something that made me think they didnt want to hear it so I went silent & then after a minute they said "what's your deal?" And when I asked what they meant they didnt respond and then a minute later fell asleep!! I'm going to kill myself!! (Maybe! If I can stop being paralyzed in fear over the everything of it!)
#I know they had a hard day today#its just. when do I get a turn? when do I get to complain? every time I bring up a trauma or any sort of grievance with my life#they get all weird!#and then they usually just fall asleep while I'm crying#I still cant tell if this is my nighttime trauma (what I was explaining before they fell asleep)#or if this is genuinely something I should talk to them about#but I figure the answer is just gonna be that they cant help falling asleep#(even though they smoked the very weed that knocked them out)#idk I feel like today is a different situation because they did have a genuinely rough one today too#and I was being dismissive of them talking (bc it was triggering me right back to my shit) and thats shitty of me#even though I only ever do that when I'm actively having a flashback and need support#and 90% of the time I let them talk over me when we both have bad days#but idk idk idk I think I'm just causing problems by complaining about them AGAIN like I always do#this is supposed to be someone I love and I cant stop saying shitty things about them online#what a shitty partner I am for that!!!#UGH. living is stupid. I'm gonna go mix drugs and see what happens#byeee
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and then when tattoo artist sukuna and reader start datingđ€đPLEASEEEE
By the time you start dating, youâve got more than enough piercings done by him, a few pieces of ink that decorate your skin, and when you come in for an appointment, he can barely keep his hands off of you, kissing your neck and jawline and running his hands up and down your back before and after because who is going to question the big, bad, Sukuna about PDA? No one. Thatâs who.
Heâs all for the PDA, all for flaunting you around, and who are you to complain? But even without you there, heâs got evidence of your presence covering his body- heâs got your name on his collarbone, a wavelength tattoo of you saying âI love youâ along the other ink of his neck, and a kiss mark on the inner part of his wrist. He wants to do the bite mark on his chest, next to the other dark ink littering his skin, but you tell him to wait until you catch up.
More often than not, your appointments lap over others because youâre just in his room talking, he loves to hear you talk about anything and everything, heâs enamored and obsessed with you that when heâs got you plopped onto his lap while he sketches with his chin hooked over your shoulder, those are his little slices of heaven- until someone interrupts it with a knock about his next appointment.
âIâm fucking busy!â He snarls.
âNo, baby, theyâre right,â you mewl, scooting out of his lap and trying not to find amusement in the way he groans in agony at the loss of you. âYouâre working. I shouldnât be here-â
âYouâre supposed to be here,â he grumbles. âWe made an appointment for us to chill, this is your appointment!â Heâs pouting. Actual, literal pouting, and you coo and cup his cheeks to plant a kiss on his lips.
âYou coming by after work?â
âFuck kind of question is that, of course I am,â he scoffs.
âGood.â You watch him carefully as you reach into your bag, and his eyes bulge in annoyance.
âDo not.â
âDo not what?â
âIf you try to leave me a tip, hand to god-â
You say nothing, but you throw a wad of cash folded neatly onto the chair in his office, giggling as you dash out of the room and shimmy through the waiting area. âYouâre going to pay for that, shithead!â
âLove you, baby!â
#sigh âčïž#sukuna#sukuna fluff#sukuna x reader#sukuna x gn!reader#sukuna x reader fluff#sukuna imagine#sukuna jjk#sukuna ryomen#sukuna ryomen fluff#sukuna ryomen x reader#sukuna ryomen x reader fluff#sukuna ryomen x gn!reader#sukuna ryomen imagine#sukuna ryomen jjk#jjk#jjk fluff#jjk imagine#jjk x reader#jjk x reader fluff#jjk x gender neutral reader#jjk x gn!reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x yn
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has anyone else noticed that people who aren't writers & know nothing about writing are acting like an authority on storytelling or is it just me
#like i keep seeing people being like ''this is bad dont do it ever'' & it's a vital part of certain genres or tropes#& also ''do this all the time or else'' & it's something that is actually a bad writing tip with basically no exceptions#& when i'm like ''actually no'' i get dogpiled by people going ''uhh uhh i've written 1000 books i know what im talking about''#& then i look at their profile & they're 20. & complaining about their 25yo boyfriend publicly#& their work is. not good. to say the least#or maybe these people are just the loudest & people who arent shitheads are just minding their own business#i guess what im saying is if you dont understand why something is the way it is just fucking ask someone who knows#instead of putting your misunderstanding of it out there like you're an authority figure on something you either#arent involved in the creation of or just arent very good at#& that isnt an insult. youre allowed to admit you arent good at stuff#i'm not good at stuff & because of that i wouldnt act like an authority figure on like. idfk. painting#i CAN paint. am i good at it? no (this isn't counting spray paint but i still wouldnt act like an authority on that either)#the reason i act like an authority on writing is because i study writing & writing styles#i write! i practice different types of writing all the time! i read a lot of different books! writing is a HYPERFIXATION of mine literally!#i can literally predict entire movies & books & shows because i can SEE the thought process behind it#so like. dont come @ me being like ''you dont understand'' because i DO understand. which is WHY it annoys me so much#anyway i blame all of this on people acting like art is supposed to be consumed#this obviously isnt a thought out essay just a rant so like. assume i know whatever youre going to ''um actually'' me about
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thinking of rafe wiping your tears after a bad day
the ocean breeze was cool against your face as you sat on the beach, the salty air stinging your tear-streaked cheeks. you hugged your knees to your chest, trying to block out the whirlwind of thoughts that had been tormenting you all day. it felt like a never-ending cycle: the pouges were your escape, your freedomâbut returning to the kooks, to your so-called friends, always brought the weight crashing back down.
a shadow loomed over you, and you didnât need to look up to know who it was.
âwow, running back to the pogues didnât work out, huh?â rafe cameronâs voice broke through your thoughts, laced with his usual teasing tone. âwhat, they get bored of you already? or are you just avoiding us kooks again?â
you sighed, tilting your head to glare up at him. ânot now, rafe. seriously.â
his smirk faltered as he noticed your tear-streaked face. for a moment, he just stood there, his teasing demeanor slipping into something more uncertain. âhey,â he said, crouching down to your level, his voice quieter now. âyou good?â
âas if you care,â you muttered, looking back out at the waves.
âokay, rude,â he replied, but there was no real heat behind it. âi mean, youâre sitting here all sad and stuff. if itâs those pogues making you feel like thisââ
the way you looked at him must have caught him off guard because he paused. âwait,â he said, stepping closer. âare you⊠crying?â
âitâs not them,â you cut him off sharply, your voice trembling. âtheyâre the only ones who actually care.â
âjust leave me alone,â you add, turning your head away from him and furiously wiping at your cheeks.
rafe raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by your sudden honesty. he sat back on the sand, his arms resting on his knees as he watched you cautiously. âso, if itâs not them⊠who is it?â
his teasing demeanor softened as he spoke. ây/n,â he said quietly, his voice lacking its usual edge. âwhatâs going on?â
âwhy do you even care?â you snapped, though your words didnât carry much bite.
âbecause i just do, okay?â he said, his voice surprisingly sincere. âlook, if itâs not those pogues making you feel like this, then who is it?â
you hesitated, biting your lip. a part of you screamed not to tell himârafe cameron, of all peopleâbut the words spilled out before you could stop them. âitâs just macy and liv.â
he frowned, his brows knitting together. âmacy and olivia? arenât they your besties or whatever?â
âtheyâre supposed to be, but all they do is make me feel like crap. they keep saying things to me, and they just don't realise how much they're hurting me.â
âso, whenever i react to them in the same way they're talking to me, liv keeps saying how rude i am and stuff.â
rafe stayed silent for a moment, watching you. then, to your surprise, he shifted closer, reaching out to gently tilt your face toward him.
âhey,â he said softly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear on your cheek. his touch was warm, unexpectedly comforting. âyou donât deserve that. not from them, not from anyone.â
âthey keep saying iâm rude and how sensitive i am, that i get angry over nothing. but itâs not true, rafe. iâm not like that.â
you stared down at your hands as his hands fell from your face, now holding your hands. your voice kept trembling and more tears spilled from your eyes as the words kept pouring out. âin class, they always turn their backs to me, like iâm not even there. and if i try to join in, they ignore me. so i just⊠stopped trying.â
âi don't think they even care that i keep quiet.â
rafe stayed quiet, letting you talk, occasionally squeezing your hands.
âand then there was this secret santa thing. i spent so much money and time making this burr basket for liv, and she didnât even say thank you. she just complained about how much wrapping paper i used.â
you laughed bitterly, blinking your tears out of your eyes. âitâs stupid, right? i shouldnât care this much. but i do. i feel like iâm always third-wheeling, like iâm not enough for them. like iâm just there.â
âand it hurts, rafe. it really hurts.â
rafe was silent for a long moment, his blue eyes fixed on you. when he finally spoke, his voice was uncharacteristically soft. âitâs not stupid.â
you glanced at him, surprised.
âlook, iâm not great at this whole feelings thing,â he admitted, running a hand through his hair. âbut⊠that sounds rough. and if theyâre making you feel like that? screw them. seriously. you deserve better than that.â
you blinked, his words catching you off guard. âyou think so?â
âyeah,â he said firmly. âi mean, if you can put up with those pogues, you can handle anything, right?â he smirked, but it was gentler this time, not mocking.
âthey donât deserve you. if they canât see how great you are, thatâs on them, not you.â
you blinked at him, caught off guard by his words. âyou think iâm great?â
âobviously,â he said with a small smirk, though the warmth in his voice didnât waver. âi mean, youâre stubborn, and you spend way too much time with those pogues, butâŠâ he trailed off, his smirk softening into something more genuine. âyouâre still pretty great.â
a laugh bubbled out of you despite yourself. âyouâre kind of an idiot, you know that?â
âyeah, well, youâre not the first to say that,â he replied, his grin widening.
he brushed away another tear, his touch lingering for a moment before he dropped his hand. âand for the record? if you ever need someone to remind you how awesome you are, i guess i could do it. just donât expect me to make a habit out of it.â
you smiled at him, the ache in your chest easing for the first time all day. âthanks, rafe.â
âanytime,â he said, leaning back on his hands and glancing out at the ocean. âjust donât start crying every time you see me, okay? people are gonna think iâm soft or something.â
for a moment, the two of you sat there in silence, the ocean waves filling the space between. rafeâs hand lingered back to your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek one last time to wipe away a tear before he dropped it back to his lap.
âthanks,â you said softly, meeting his eyes.
âanytime,â he replied, leaning back on his hands with an easy smirk. âbut for real, donât tell anyone i was nice to you. iâve got a reputation to protect.â
you rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face was real this time. and as rafe stayed by your side, watching the sun dip below the horizon, you realized that maybeâjust maybeâthere was more to him than youâd thought.
maybe he cared more than you thought.
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You were not supposed to hear that...yet
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Pairing: Alhaitham x (gn!) Reader
Summary: Alhaitham reveals a secret about the inner workings of his heart to his friends over a cup of wine and in between some banter. However, he did not expect it would go this wrong...
Tags: Fluff, crack, comfort, teasing, consumption of alcohol (by characters), the whole 4ggravate crew is here, friendly banter between friends, a small sprinkle of angst because reader is insecure (but it's unjustified)
A/N: Dust posting a new fic?! Not an April Fool's joke, despite the date! Finally felt inspired and well enough again to finish this fic that has been rotting in my WIPs forever. I hope you like it. And feel free to hit me up with asks and reblogs - it'd motivate me greatly after my long break đ„ș
The usual friend group of Cyno, Kaveh, Tighnari, and him - Alhaitham, was sitting at the Tavern. A gathering like it happened almost every weekend at this point.
The wine bottle on the table had been emptied around two or three times already when Kaveh ordered a new one yet again. At this point, Alhaitham had actually lost count of how many glasses of wine he'd already had, too. But one thing was for certain, he could feel the alcohol in his system and the warm blood that was rushing to his cheeks. All things considered though, despite feeling a little tipsy from the intoxication, he was still able to think clearly.
"Let me guess I'm the one who will have to end up covering your bill again?" He took sarcastic a jab at Kaveh.Â
The man in question just squinted his eyes and glared daggers at him before opening his mouth in an attempt to protest before it was quickly shot down by Tighnari's hand covering it.
Alhaitham leisurely leaned back in his chair smirking to himself, training his focus back onto the TCG cards in his hands and considering his next turn of action in the game he was playing against Cyno.
"What, am I just supposed to take it all the time and be quiet?!" Kaveh retorted, directed at Tighnari. The fox's ears were beginning to droop lower and lower as his expression became more and more deadpan.
"You all know as well as I do that if [Y/N] was here he wouldn't be acting like this. He would be on his best behavior and pay for the drinks without so much as complaining or being so cocky."
"By the way," Tighnari attempted to divert the attention away from Kaveh's ranting. "Where are they? Didn't you say they wanted to stop by the Tavern as well today, Alhaitham?"
Alhaitham played his round, throwing his card Cyno's way before looking up at Tighnari again.
"They mentioned it but I suppose something must've come up instead. I will ask tomorrow."
"Isn't it strange?" Kaveh addressed the others. "Whenever it involves [Y/N] he graciously offers himself up to talk to them and seek them out but whenever someone else is looking for him he is nowhere to be found."
"Maybe you just can't find me because I simply don't have anything to discuss with you." Alhaitham threw another jab at Kaveh with a smirk, which was promptly followed by a light punch against his bicep by the blonde architect.
"What? I constantly have to talk to you already when we're at ho-"
"SHHH! Don't say that out loud." Kaveh hissed, quickly covering Alhaitham's mouth in panic, since he didnât want him to spell out that they were currently living together. âIt's embarrassing enough that I currently have no other choice, no need to add to my misery.â
A witty quip was burning at the tip of Alhaitham's tongue after Kaveh's remark yet again, but he decided to swallow it. He didn't want to upset him too much, especially since he knew he'd had it rough lately. Even if it would've been said in jest, there was no need to add insult to injury. Instead, he simply resorted to taking another sip of his wine with a low chuckle and a glance in the blonde architectâs direction.
âAaaaanywayâŠâ, Tighnari cleared his throat, addressing Alhaitham once more. âWhat is it between [Y/N] and you anyway? You've become quite close haven't you?â
âThat's an understatement.â Kaveh groaned, dropping his head on his folded arms on the table dramatically. âHe can't stop talking about them. Day in and day out itâs [Y/N]-this, [Y/N]-that.â
âWe started working on a project about six months ago. Things are progressing quite smoothly if I do say so myself. Certainly makes things easier if you're working with someone who is both hardworking and intelligent in every way. Iâve been lucky to have been assigned to the project with them.â Alhaitham answered Tighnariâs question rationally while ignoring Kavehâs dramatic display.
âHere he goes again.â Kaveh huffed, directing his comment at Cyno and Tighnari. âWhenever he talks about them you hear nothing but praises.â
âIf someone is doing a great job, is it not logical to give them the credit they deserve?â Alhaitham added matter of factly.
âNo⊠I mean yes, but no. It's just not something I'd see you doing. Itâs so out of character.â Kaveh huffed. âAnd before you say anything, yes, maybe I just don't know that side of you because I don't give you any reason to praise me. No need to add that, thank you.â
Kaveh poked his tongue out at Alhaitham before taking a big sip from his wine.
âWhy, if you want to be praised you just need to say so, Kaveh. I think you're quite brilliant - your shortcomings aside.â He just had to add that last bit. Kaveh was just way too easy to tease. And what would this friend group be without the playful banter and jabs at each other?
Kaveh choked on the drink immediately and slammed his cup down onto the table with a loud clang. A fire burned behind his crimson eyes when he spoke next.
âThis is exactly what I meant, thanks for proving my point!â
Kaveh looked at Cyno and Tighnari gesturing in the direction of Alhaitham with a move that said âDo you see what I mean now?â.
Tighnari just facepalmed and shook his head.
âAnd what is your point exactly?â Cyno inquired, playing a card from his hand.
âDid you not listen to what he said?â Kaveh gasped.
âNot really,â Cyno admitted honestly, his eyes trained back on the cards in his hands.
âIt's the fact that he can praise others too, but never without also pointing out their faults in the same sentence. Did no one ever notice that? However, he never does that when it's [Y/N].â Kaveh explained.
âAnd?â Tighnari and Cyno replied in unison, looking puzzled as to where Kaveh wanted to go with this.
Kaveh put his head in his hand and groaned in frustration. âSometimes you all make me feel like I am surrounded by idiots.â
Now everyone raised their eyebrows at him.
âYou're all so clueless⊠anyway.â He sighed dramatically and accusingly pointed a finger at Alhaitham. âThis guy. This admittedly handsome but blockheaded, know-it-all, stoic, annoying-â
âGet to the point.â Alhaitham chided, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Fine, fine." Kaveh spread his arms like he was holding a presentation and Alhaitham his canvas.
âThis guy's right here, as alien as it may sound â has fallen in love.âÂ
âYou're in love?!â Cyno exclaimed his eyes widening. âWith who?!â
Tighnari rolled his eyes, knowing full well Cyno hadn't listed at all the past ten minutes because he had been so absorbed in his cards, and gently slapped the back of his head.
â[Y/N], of course!â The Forest Ranger exclaimed with a huff.
Cyno, now rubbing the back of his head just ushered a âWait really?â while Kaveh and Tighnari just curiously began eyeing Alhaitham in the hope of seeing any type of confirmation on his face. However, it stayed as unreadable as ever.
He nonchalantly took another sip of wine from his cup while leisurely looking back and forth between the cards on the table and the ones in his hand before playing another turn as if this conversation just now hadn't happened.
âSo!?â Kaveh asked, almost hysterically at this point. âDo you intend to enlighten us?â
Just how had he gotten into this situation now? Alhaitham suppressed a sigh before turning to Cyno: âYour turn. Two of your cards are down.â
âArchons!â Cyno cussed, immediately attempting to go back to study his cards but a fist slammed the table harshly, drawing all attention to it.
Tighnari flinched in shock and Cyno, too seemed to be pulled back to reality. Kavehâs hand was trembling slightly, visibly agitated.
âStop changing the subject, Alhaitham. The more you keep avoiding answering the question the more I think I am right in my assumptions.â
Alhaitham pinched the bridge of his nose beginning to truly feel a little stressed by Kavehâs insistance. The man was truly too nosy for his good.
âKaveh, just let it be if he doesnât-â Tighnari began before being cut off by Alhaitham.
âAnd what if you are right? What then, Kaveh?â
Everyone at the table fell silent and everyone was staring at him with a mix of disbelief and shock.
He hadn't planned to reveal any of this yet, especially since he feared they would try to become his wingman. Which, admittedly, may be a nice gesture on paper but with them it could only end in disaster. Plus he would prefer to deal with his feelings alone first and think them through thoroughly, before talking about them with anyone. Besides, it should be you, if anyone, who should hear about them first - alas he was too deep into this now to weasel his way out.
âWhat?!â Kavehâs mouth hung open in shock.
âSo it is true then?â Cyno inquired, putting the card in his hand down on the table, now suddenly fully hooked on the tea that was being spilled.
âHold on. Pause.â Kaveh sat upright, before quickly gazing over Alhaithamâs shoulder. âSo you-â
âFor Archonâs sake.â Alhaitham was beginning to get annoyed because he didn't know how much clearer he had to become for them to get it. âYes - Iâve been in love with them. For a while now-â
âAlhaitham-â Kaveh tried to interject.
âNo, don't interrupt me now, you pestered me about it for the past twenty minutes now you'll have to listen. I have never met anyone who is so hardworking, intelligent, and stunning in any way. Of course, I would be infatuated with a person like them. It would be hard not to fall for them.â
âUhm Alhaiââ Kaveh laughed awkwardly before being interrupted by Alhaithamâs ongoing monologue once more.
âAt first I wasn't sure about it but I am now. I am thinking about them first thing in the morning and last thing when I go to sleep - unless you're hammering away on some project again that keeps me awake, Kaveh.â
Kaveh waved for him to shut up already but Alhaitham didn't let that bother him. If he wanted the full story with all the details - he'd get it. He hoped that would get this discussion out of the way once and for all.
âAnd guess what? They even remembered how I liked my coffee just after I told them once and gifted me a book that I had been trying to find for weeks. So yes, Kaveh. I love [Y/N]. There, does that suffice now, or?â
Kaveh let out a squeal as soon as Alhaitham had stopped speaking but upon further inspection of his expression, it hadn't been one of excitement but rather pure terror and awkwardness.Â
âAlhaithamâŠâ Cyno and Tighnari said in unison and he only then noticed as well how their gaze was trained on a spot behind him.
âWhat?â Alhaitham inquired, curling a brow up in confusion before all three men pointed their fingers at something behind him.
When he turned his head around to look at what they were trying to show him, he felt his heart drop to his stomach for the first time in ages.
To his utter shock, you were standing right behind him. Or rather, you were frozen in place, your hand still half lifted in greeting as if you had just been about to greet the lot of them. Your mouth was slightly open in shock still and your pupils were but the size of pinpricks and transfixed on Alhaitham.
And judging by your reaction you must've heard every last word he had said.
âI-IâŠâ You started stammering, clearly confused about what you had just heard. âI uh-, I'll head back home.â
You abruptly turned around on your heel and marched straight out the Tavern door you had just come through as if someone was chasing you.
Alhaitham hadn't moved a muscle ever since he had spotted you standing behind him and he looked like he was frozen in place. Everyone at the table had fallen so silent, one would've been able to hear a needle drop.
Alhaitham's eyes were still fixed on the door you had left through. The little bell that chimed every time the Tavern door hit it on the way in or out was still dangling lightly from the impact. But the movement was dying down slowly but surely - just like Alhaitham, who felt like someone had dropped a boulder on his chest.
You were not supposed to hear that, yet.
âYou uhâŠ, Alhaitham you should probably follow them.â Tighnari was the first to speak again. He awkwardly scratched behind his ears. Cyno hummed in agreement while Kaveh just sat there with his mouth wide open.
Alhaitham exhaled in frustration, unable to properly place his emotions. But they were somewhere between unsettled, nervous, and discomforted.
When he got up it felt like someone had tied heavy iron blocks to his ankles that were weighing him down.
âYeah, I guess I do,â Alhaitham muttered before marching off.
When you stormed outside the Tavern the cool evening breeze gnawed at your skin and made goosebumps erupt all over. Although you weren't quite sure if it was the temperature or your emotional turmoil at play here.
There was no way Alhaitham had just said that and actually meant it. He wouldn't be the type of man to flat-out admit that he had feelings for anyone. Or would he? He had been talking to his closest friends after all.
You were questioning your sense of reality and thought you must've fabricated it all in your mind. Or maybe you misheard what he said and he was talking about something else entirely.
But no, he said your name, and the others looked panicked when you entered the tavern and approached the table.
As you rushed through the streets of Sumeru City the chilly wind kept whipping in your face. Not even you knew where you were going at this point. You simply went where your feet were carrying you.
But eventually, you realized you had run up the Akademiya and to the blue-green mosaic pavilion that glistened in the last rays of sunlight. The spot at which you and Alhaitham often spent your lunch break together.Â
You sunk down on the bench exhaustedly and stared holes in the ground.
No way.
There was just no way.
Alhaitham. The man you had fallen for so hard that he had begun to occupy every waking thought you had. That man was supposed to have feelings for you and had just flat-out admitted it?
No, this simply had to be a dream. A bad joke. Or maybe even a bet between the group that they orchestrated to prank you.
You could feel your heart thumping in your head and it felt like your head was swimming. It was as if you had downed an entire bottle of wine by yourself, but you were as sober as one could be.
Yes, that had to be it. It was a bet between the boys over one too many cups of wine and they had all acted their parts out flawlessly.
You got up again walking to the railing, overlooking Sumeru city that shone majestically in the last remaining rays of sunshine that the day had to offer. Another gush of wind blew your way, making tears well up in your eyes. Although it may have also been your emotions who were to blame for that instead.
You inhaled deeply. Once. Twice. But nothing seemed to help calming the rapidly beating heart in your chest.
In your daze, you completely missed how someone had quietly come up to the pavilion as well.
Alhaitham leaned against the railing himself, looking over the city in silence, too. He was clearly ringing for words. Although you assumed the wrong reason for his struggle.
âLook,â you began, trying your hardest to suppress the tremble in your voice. âIf you came here to apologize - please, spare me your words.â
He looked at you opening his mouth before closing it again right after with a silent nod. His cheeks were dusted in a light pink shade - you assumed it was caused by the alcohol he had downed at the tavern with the others.
âI hope that we can go back to normal tomorrow and just finish our project. Iâd prefer if we kept our distance after that. I think itâs for the bestâ The words left your mouth at normal speed, but it felt like you had to force every single one out. They felt tenacious, like old chewing gum that you tried to pull out from in between your teeth.
âI understand.â He stated calmly before retraining his gaze back into the distance.Â
You both kept standing next to each other in silence for a long while before you decided to confront him about it directly. You eventually decided it was for the best if you got things off your chest now so that you could get over him quickly. Ripping it off like a band-aid would hopefully give you the relief you so desperately craved right now.
âYou know,â you began. âI donât know who came up with the idea and I also donât care, no need to tell me. But you guys should never do this to anyone again because you never know how much it might end up hurting someone elseâs feelings.â
Alhaitham stood upright and turned to face you directly. He crossed his arms over his chest and slightly cocked his head like he always did when he was thinking about something you said.
After a momentary pause, he asked: âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean that you shouldnât toy with someoneâs feelings as a prank. Itâs never actually funny for anyone but the people who orchestrate such a prank. No matter if the other person reciprocates the feelings or whether they believe the statement, they always end up being the one who is being ridiculed.â You explained as rationally as possible, which was a stark contrast to the tempest that was raging both inside of your heart and mind.
âEspecially when the person hoped to hear those exact words for the longest time, tooâŠâ You added. It wasn't more than an utterance under your breath - so quietly it was barely audible. But Alhaitham heard nonetheless.
âBut I meant everything I said.â He stated matter of factly, seemingly catching on to the fact that you mustâve assumed the wrong things about the whole situation.
âWhat?! Alhaitham, please, there is no need to add insult to injury. You had your fun nowââ
âNo.â He gently took your hands in his, exhaling heavily. âArchons, you werenât supposed to find out like this.â
He rarely swore which made the impact of his words even stronger.
âI wanted to tell you face to face and was waiting for the right moment to do so. But, just know that every word you heard and everything I said back at the tavern was the truth. No bet or scheme made me say it. Not that anyone would be able to make me say these things in the first place.â He sighed once more, giving your hands an emphasizing squeeze. âI meant it.â
âYou did?â
âEvery word.â
You felt the blood rush to your face and immediately lowered your gaze in an attempt to hide your flusteredness.
âHad I known this would happen, I wouldâve told you everything right from the start. I donât like how this went now butââ, he moved his hands up to cup your face. His beautiful turquoise eyes trained on no one but you.Â
âIâm absolutely certain I like you. You drive me crazy. And I love and hate how much you occupy every waking thought of mine because I canât focus on anything when youâre around. And when youâre not, youâre still always on my mind. So please â be mine.â
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fireproofs | ln4
summary: lando norris is hot and the 2024 fireproofs drive you crazy.
word count: 756
warnings: suggestive comments
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youâve been grateful to mclaren for many things over the years, but aside from a fast car, this has to be the best gift theyâve bestowed upon you.
you donât think itâs an exaggeration when you say that your jaw unhinged the first time you saw lando wearing the new black fireproofs that mclaren has him and oscar in for the 2024 season. heâd sent you pictures, along with a text saying, âwhat do you think? đâ
youâd responded with âyeah, not badâ and subsequently spent the next half hour screaming into your pillow. you were able to save face over text, but now that testing is here, youâre a lost cause.
youâd seen lando in black fireproofs before, but something about this year is different. something about him is different. heâs more confident, more determined, and he somehow managed to fill out even more during winter break.
lando had felt bad for mclarenâs car launch sabotaging your valentineâs day, so while you were in the middle of insisting that it wasnât a big deal, he was booking you a plane ticket to join him in bahrain for the grand prix and testing the week before.
so now, youâre twiddling your thumbs as you sit in your boyfriendâs driver room, both anxious to see him before his testing session begins and hoping heâll be occupied on the pit wall for just a little longer so you can figure out how to keep your composure once he changes into his race suit.
âyouâre still here?â it comes out like half an exclamation and half a question as lando slips into the room.
âyou havenât even gone out on the track, of course iâm still here,â you giggle when he pulls you into his arms and starts pressing kisses all over your face. âi canât wait to see you put the car through its paces. oscar looked pretty good out there.â
âiâd rather put you through your paces,â he mumbles in your ear, and you smack his shoulder.
âmaybe later, if youâre not too tired.â
âiâm never too tired for you.â he winks and kisses your nose before turning to change.
you have no shame in ogling his ass out of the corner of your eye as he does so, but for the most part youâre looking at updates from the first session on your phone until he sits down next to you to put his shoes on.
those damn fireproofs.
they hug his body a little too nicely. the muscles in his chest, back, and arms are perfectly defined courtesy of the tight material. you canât even think about his shoulder to waist ratio without feeling a little dizzy with desire.
âyouâre drooling,â he teases as he stands back up, the both of you knowing damn well that he loves it when you stare at him.
âi canât help it, youâre too hot.â youâve never had a problem with telling him just how fine he is, especially because your praise always manages to make him blush and that just makes him impossibly more attractive.
âhow am i supposed to let you leave this room?â you complain, wrapping your arms around his torso.
he buries his red face in your shoulder. âthe sooner i leave, the sooner i come back and show you a good time.â
âi thought you were taking me out to dinner.â
âthatâs what i was talking about,â his tone is dripping in faux innocence, and you know heâs messing with you when you feel him kiss your neck. âgood to know where your priorities lie, though.â
you open your mouth to patronize him, but youâre cut off when he squeezes your hips, causing you to yelp. âyou are impossible.â
âhmm, good thing you love me so much then.â you can hear his smile as he speaks, and you run your hands across his back, feeling every ridge of muscle through the material of the fireproofs.
your phone starts buzzing in your pocketâ the alarm youâd set to remind yourself of when he needed to get in the car. âalright,â you reluctantly separate yourself from him, taking one last lingering look at his figure before he pulls the other half of his race suit on. âiâll stay for an hour or two and meet you back at the hotel, okay?â
âwhat dress are you wearing tonight?â he asks as he holds the door open for you.
âthe papaya one,â you smirk, and he groans, dragging a hand through his hair.
âyouâre gonna kill me, baby.â
note: i wrote most of this at 2 am in a purely feral state and did the bare minimum in editing because iâm drowning in schoolwork so apologies if itâs a bit rough!! mclaren posted a 10 second video of lando and oscar walking around and that was all it took.
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Hey there could I request G!P professor!nat x shy!quiet!reader where reader goes to the school dance alone and feels like a loser for not having the balls to talk or join in with other people but then nat decides to keep her company because she canât stand seeing her favorite student all pathetic just standing there like a lost puppy and then they sneak off to do âotherâ stuff
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Paring: fem!reader x prof!Nat
Warnings: SMUT, amab!Nat, top!Nat, bottom!reader, age gap (legal), taboo relationship, soft sex, p in v, brief oral, soft!Nat, virgin!reader, gentlewoman!Nat
!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional. I do not own these characters!
A/N: Iâm not dead yet and more active noe
I had always thought in college things would change for girls like me, the quiet ones, with a few friends, who you would only talk to to copy their homework. However it stayed that way or at least for me. I had found my small group of friends but I was far from well socialised in my college. But I wasnât complaining about it either after all it left more time to study.
Most of the lessons I attended were boring except for one: Russians literature with Professors Romanoff, a tall, athletic woman, with red hair and the greenest eyes you had ever seen. You didnât mind her talking for hours about poems and novels and what we were supposed to think of them. However you couldnât care less about the words leaving her mouth when youâre eyes were only fixated on her lips.
Eventually more of the semester passed and soon it was time for the annual ball. Because of your low social status you didnât even try to find a date opting on going alone instead, it wouldnât be that bad right?
Once there you where alone, the few friends which you had didnât bother to attend so you stood alone at the side of the large room your eyes fixated on the ground. You should just go, you thought to yourself. âGood evening, Y/Nâ you heard the familiar husky voice next to you. You looked up only to be greeted by your smirking professor. She looked gorgeous having picked out a matching suit to her eyes.
âHi, Ms. Romanoffâ she leaned against the wall next to me her eyes darting over my smaller body. âWhereâs your date?â âI donât have oneâ I answered truthfully, her expression stayed the same it was hard to read her. âAnd youâre friends?â I sighed she knew the answer to that already. âThey didnât attend.â She chuckled licking her lips like a predator who just found itâs helpless prey. âPoor girl, all alone and needs her professor to keep her companyâ
I let out a small laugh which sounded incredibly fake. Her words made my cheeks heat and I didnât even know why. âCould be worseâ I looked up in her eyes again âYouâre a very pleasant conversation partnerâ âAm I?â She chuckled âThat means a lot to me, hearing my favorite student say something like thatâ âIâm your favorite?â you stammered out âTrust me bunny a girl like youâ Her hand trailed to my hip âYou hardly get something like that every ten years. Iâm very happy to have youâ
Her words made my heart flutter and my head turn. I was special, Romanoffâs girl. âDo you mean that?â My voice was still a bit shaky. âOf course I do. We should go somewhere more privateâ I nodded her hand intertwined with mine she pulled me with her through the masses into the parking lot. Once seated in her expensive looking her hand never left my thigh before she started the car she leaned over to me our lips inches apart I tried to lean forward but her hands pushed my shoulder back against the car seat.
âDonât do this to make me happyâ She paused her eyes looking sensire âIt wonât affect your grade no matter how you decide.â âI want thisâ
I breathed out our lips immediately finding each other. The kiss was passionate and heated until Nat pulled away to fasten my seat belt.
âIâll drive to my apartmentâ She put her own seatbelt on âIs that okay with you or do you want to go to your dormâ âIâd like to join your tonightâ Natasha gave you a cheeky grin at the response her plan had worked out perfectly.
Arriving at her apartment she seated you on her leather couch. She paced around her living room having two wine glasses in hand. âDo you want a glass?â I laughed I was extremely nervous but in a good way âOh, I donât drink but Iâll have a water insteadâ She just nodded accepting my preferences.
âYouâre the prettiest girl Iâve metâ She laughed slipping away from her wine glass. âAnd Iâm not just saying that because of the wine.â She added she was sat next to her hand on your thigh. She had long forgotten about her crumpled up suit jacket on the ground though she normally was so precise about keeping everything organized.
âYou donât look bad eitherâ You laughed she pulled you on her lap forcing you to but your legs on either side her crotch on yours. âLet me kiss youâ she mumbled against you wet lips. You lips were pressed together so where your bodies and you could feel a bulge poking you. âFuck you make me so hardâ she breathed out on your lips making you moan out in response.
We were caught in the dance of our tongues when I felt her standing up her arms under my ass supporting my weight. I giggle and tighten my grip around her. âLet me take you to the bedroomâ
She laid me out on the bed being careful with every item removed and making sure I was comfortable. She kissed everything inch of my skin paying extra attention to my sweet spots and I never felt so loved before. âHave you done that beforeâ She breathed put against my skin.
âNeverâ I answer truthfully and suddenly I felt a dang of jealousy in my chest. âIs that- a problem?â My professor moved up again before kissing me âOf course notâ She looked me in the eyes with her green eyes. âWill you let me be your firstâ She was being incredibly cheesy but Iiked that. It made me feel safe. âYesâ
She took one of my nipples in her mouth twisting and turning the other with her trained fingertips. She made me putty in her hands with each lick or flick she brought a new sound from my tongue.
My back arched which only made her increase the speed of her movements. After she seemed it to be enough foreplay she kissed her way down to my pubic bone, pressing her nose against my skin to take in the smell of my sweet arrausel. âCan I bunny?â She smirked and kissed your clit I was already wet but Nat was dying for a taste. She flicked her tongue over my now exposed bud. The pleasure was incredible better than any other toy I ever had and you tried to not lose my mind as she teased you bundle of nerves.
She pulled away shortly after ripping away my release in front of my eyes. I looked at her confused as she was already freeing herself from her boxer. She didnât have a size to be ashamed of and her bush was well groomed too, like you wouldâve suspected. She pumped herself a few times groaning until she was fully hard a little droplet of cum on the redden tip.
âWait Iâll put a condom onâ She reached for the drawer but you stopped her âIâm on the pillâ Her lips formed a smirk as she positioned herself between my legs. âItâs not gonna hurt sweetheartâ She reassured you kissing my neck.
She pushed inside and I making me scratch down her toned back making her whimper. Fuck her whimpers where hot. She bottomed me out looking down at where our bodies were connected she smiled up at you and you smiled back and after I nodded to her she picked up pace.
She was slow at first making me want more you could tell she being careful with you. âFasterâ I moaned out making you hips buckle into her trusts. She moaned like a pornstar panting above me as she increased her speed the bed creaking. She made my back arch and my eyes squeezed shut as I released my quiet prayers for her.
âYou close?â She panted and I nod âFuck, your so tightâ I grabbed on her shoulders scratching down as I came all over her shortly after she filled me up too. She pulled out the cum leaking down my legs. She climbed up my body flipping us over so I lay on her chest.
âYouâre my favouriteâ She whispered and kissed my sweaty forehead
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