#anyway... i'm happy with how it turned out... pretty cool for something made by me

[lyvhie]

okay hi haechan anon again!! im back with another request! so I'm missing my taeyong a lot (hashtag military wife..) and I was listening to 2 baddies as any baddie would and. the line "now you wanna ride these wheels" had my legs FOLDED 🥴 those wheels aren't the only thing I wanna ride.

and that brings me to my request. riding tyongie pretty pretty please???

── .✦ everybody makes mistakes

ex-bf!lee taeyong x fem!reader

𓂃 ࣪˖ summary: You were going through a busy time in your life, and going to a party was supposed to help you relax a little and... Well, your ex certainly turned out to be a good distraction. 𓂃 ࣪˖ cw: smut, riding, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie because why not 😞, pet names. 𓂃 ࣪˖ a/n: HIIII, ANOOOON!!! GLAD YOU'RE STILL HERE 😚😚 i get you... i feel like we are 12949 years without tyong, we need him back ASAP, i can't have a happy life if taeyong isn't here PLEASE. ANYWAYS, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE!

This was definitely not part of the plan. It was supposed to be a fun night at your friend's party—a chance to unwind and forget about the chaos that had taken over your life lately. Honestly, you hadn’t even planned on coming, but your friends had insisted, saying some fresh air would do you good. You finally caved, figuring what was the harm?

Wrong decision.

If you had known your ex-boyfriend would be there, you’d have stayed home.

You thought you were over him, it had been months since the breakup, after all. There was no reason to panic, you told yourself. Besides, he hadn’t even seemed to notice you were there. You could enjoy the night without a care. Or so you thought.

Your eyes kept drifting to him, as if drawn by some invisible force. Watching how he moved through the crowd, laughing, leaning in to whisper things in people’s ears, flashing that smile that used to make your heart race. The same smile he was now directing at others.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to tear your gaze away from him. Focus on your drink. Your friends. Literally anything else, you told yourself, desperate to ignore the annoying tightness in your chest every time you caught sight of him leaning in close to someone else. But it was no use.

You didn’t even need to look. You could feel it. His eyes were on you, burning with that same intensity you’d once found irresistible. Against your better judgment, you glanced over and instantly regretted it.

There he was, lips curling into a smirk, that infuriating, knowing expression that only made your stomach twist further. And then, as if the universe itself was playing a cruel joke, he started walking toward you.

Your heart skipped, and you quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in whatever your friends were laughing about. You even forced out a chuckle, hoping it sounded convincing.

Taeyong, of course, wasn’t fooled. He thought it was cute, how bad you were at subtlety, how transparent you always were when you tried to act cool, just as he remembered. If anything, it made him want to reach you faster.

From the moment he approached you and murmured a soft “hey,” everything became a haze, your senses drowning in the intensity of his presence. You remembered the way he leaned in, his lips so close to your ear that his warm breath sent shivers down your spine. His voice was low and familiar, dripping with charm as he told you how much he missed you, how surprised he was to see you there when he knew this wasn’t your usual scene.

His hand had found its way to your waist, his touch firm but not forceful, as if asking for permission rather than demanding it. You hadn’t stopped him. The heat of his body pressed against yours was both comforting and electric, stirring something in you that you thought had long been buried.

Every subtle gesture—a thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip, the way his fingers lingered just a moment too long as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the way his gaze never wavered from yours—pulled you deeper into the gravity of his orbit. You knew you should step back, but instead, you let yourself lean into the closeness, into him, even though you both knew exactly where this would lead.

And all of it led to a kiss, slow, as if to test the waters, then deepening with the kind of urgency that only old lovers can share. That kiss led to lovely whispers and stolen touches, and before you knew it, you were in the parking lot, your heart pounding as he opened the door to the backseat of his car.

The air between you was thick with tension, your breaths mingling as he pulled you close, his hands finding your waist like they never forgot the shape of you. It was reckless and impulsive, the kind of decision that you knew you’d question later—but right now, with his lips on yours and the heat of his body pressed against you, it felt like the only decision to make.

His hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs, his fingers pressing firmly into your skin as he held you down against him. His mouth was relentless, his tongue exploring yours with a fervor that made your breath hitch. Your hips began to move instinctively, a slow grind against him that drew a deep groan from his lips. The confined space of the car only heightened the heat between you, every movement feeling more intense, more urgent in the close quarters.

You felt his hands slip to the hem of your shirt, ready to pull it over your head, but you stopped him just in time, pulling away from the kiss, both of you panting softly.

"This is a bad idea," you whispered, though your body leaned into his, contradicting your words.

"Maybe," he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that made your resolve waver. You tilted your head slightly, giving him more access.

"We really shouldn't be doing this," you tried to reason, though your hands remained on him, your touch lingering.

“You can blame the alcohol if it helps," he suggested, his lips tracing a path up to your jaw before capturing your mouth again. You didn't resist, kissing him back.

"I didn't drink that much," you argued softly.

"Then blame me," his hand drifting lower, inching toward the space between your legs, sending a wave of anticipation through you. "You're always good at that."

"Shut up," you retorted, nipping at his lower lip, earning a hiss and a soft chuckle from him. “Tell me to stop," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his lips hovering just above yours. "And I will, pretty.”

Yes, you just needed to say the word and get out of his car. Of course, that would be the right thing to do, but... you were already this far.

You would blame him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna regret this," you muttered before crashing your lips against his again, kissing him more fervently than before, grinding against him harder, his bulge applying just the right amount of pressure against your core.

Your hands fumbled with the button of his pants, a mix of nerves and anticipation guiding your movements. He was quick to undo yours in return, his desperation evident as he helped you, pulling his pants down just enough while you slipped out of yours along with your panties, leaving no barriers between you.

His hands gripped your hips, guiding you over him, one of your hands rested on his shoulder for balance while the other slid down, wrapping around his hard cock. It throbbed under your touch, and he let out a soft moan at the slightest contact. You stroked him slowly, savoring the way he responded, before lowering yourself just enough to let the tip brush along your slick slit.

He groaned, his fingers tightening on your hips, urging you to stop teasing. "Don't play with me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. You smiled faintly, enjoying the rare moment of control you had over him, but your own need was overwhelming.

With a soft exhale, you slowly sank down onto him, both of you gasping as he stretched you, filling you completely. Fuck, how he missed this—the feeling of your warm heat enveloping him, just as tight as he remembered. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent, his breath hot against your skin.

“You feel so good," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You missed this feeling too, the delicious stretch of him inside you, your walls fluttering around him, as if your body was echoing the same sentiment. He bit your neck to muffle a moan, the sound vibrating through you.

And for a few seconds, you both stayed like that, motionless, just reveling in the feeling of him taking up all the space in your pussy. Then, slowly, you began to move, rolling your hips over him before lifting yourself just enough and sinking back down, drawing moans from both of you. His hands slid down to cup your ass, fingers digging in as he followed your movements, his head falling back against the seat with a deep groan.

Your movements were slow at first, teasing, but you quickly found your rhythm, pressing down on him, the sensation sending waves of heat through your body. The heat between you was unbearable, the cramped space of the car amplifying every sound—the wet glide of your bodies, the breathless moans, the creak of the leather seat beneath you.

His hands moved back to your waist and his grip on you tightened, fingers pressing into your flesh as he urged you to move faster. You picked up speed, setting a pace that felt good for you, making him gasp with each roll of your hips.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, lifting his head to watch where your bodies met, eyes dark with hunger. "Just like that... take me deeper."

You bit your lip, trying to stifle a whimper as you obeyed, bouncing harder, grinding down to feel every inch of him. The pleasure was dizzying, overwhelming, stealing what little self-control you had left. His hands left your hips, moving up your body, dragging your shirt up to expose more of your skin.

“Fuck, look at you," he murmured, leaning in to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. The sensation sent a shockwave through your body, making you clench around him.

A deep, guttural moan tore from his throat as he thrust up into you slightly, meeting your movements. "Shit—keep that up, and I won't last," he warned, voice strained. But you didn't stop. You couldn't. You were too close, too lost in the way he filled you perfectly, the way his body fit against yours like he was made for you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to kiss you, the heat between you both intensifying. Just as he had said, he wouldn’t last much longer. It wasn't just because it felt incredible, but because it was you.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured, almost a plea, his thighs tensing beneath you. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, every little sound he made pushing you closer to the edge too, but you weren’t there yet.

You didn’t need to say anything; your body said enough. The way you moved, the way you squeezed him with every roll of your hips—it was too much. His grip on you tightened as he groaned deep, his body shuddering beneath you as he came, his release spilling inside you as you kept moving, letting him ride it out.

But he didn’t stop there—you still needed to finish too, and now it was his turn to take care of you. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he buried his face in your neck. Even with his body still trembling from his own release, he started moving again, thrusting up into you with deep, desperate strokes.

A shaky whine escaped his lips as the overstimulation hit him, but he didn’t let up, his grip on you firm, determined. “Gotta make you feel good too,” he murmured against your skin, his voice strained, breathless.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, your walls fluttering around him, dragging him deeper despite the sensitivity. His name spilled from your lips, hands fisting in his hair as he held you close, chasing your release like it was the only thing that mattered.

His breath was hot against your neck, his movements growing sloppier, more desperate, but he didn’t stop—not until he had you right where he wanted. His fingers slid down between your bodies, finding your most sensitive spot, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made your thighs tremble around him.

"Come on, baby," he coaxed, voice hoarse, lips brushing your ear. Your grip on him tightened as pleasure coiled low in your stomach, the pressure building with every stroke, every thrust. His name tumbled from your lips, breathless and needy, and he groaned at how good you sounded.

And then, with one more deep, well-angled thrust, pleasure crashed over you. Your body tensed before melting into his, a broken moan leaving your lips as your release washed through you. He groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him, his arms holding you steady as you rode out your high.

Even as your body sagged against his, he pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder, his breaths ragged, shaky. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, tracing slow circles on your back as he helped you come down.

It wasn’t the smartest decision, you knew that. But, in that moment, you felt... satisfied.

You pulled away slightly to meet his eyes. Your friends had been right, maybe you did need to let go of the weight on your shoulders and relax a little.

"Wanna come home?"

↝ taglist: @yizhrt, @sinisxtea, @peterm4rker.

[ducksido]

Thank you for doing my previous ask! I really liked it. Anyways I have another request. Could you do a Idia x Reader where the reader has an interest in florigraphy(the language of flowers) and uses it to express their feelings to Idia? Basically they give him bouquets of flowers such as dahlias, roses, and tulips(all relating to romance-I'm trying not to ramble too much about it!) and Idia doesn't really get it, just thinking the reader is being nice cause they give their friends bouquets often(those bouquets have different meanings though). Then, at some point someone (I'm thinking Riddle-he probably understands florigraphy :3) notices the bouquets(as in they spot the Reader giving Idia said bouquet) and tells Idia what it means. I'll leave the ending up to you, but I do know that Idia would probably return the feelings.

-🥀🪻

You liked to say things with flowers.

Not everyone noticed, of course. Most didn’t know what red tulips or dahlias meant, and even fewer would pause to think beyond “oh, that’s pretty.” But that was the point. You could confess a thousand times over without ever speaking aloud.

And your favorite person to “speak” to?

Idia Shroud.

You’d started small—just a single pink camellia slipped into a clear vase next to his computer. He barely noticed at first, giving you an awkward thanks while focused on some raid timer. But you kept at it. Week after week, a new bouquet:

Red tulips: “My love is perfect.”

Dahlias: “Commitment, elegance.”

Deep red roses: “I love you deeply.”

Forget-me-nots tucked between the petals: “True love and memories.”

Each time you handed one to him, your heart fluttered. And each time, Idia blinked and stammered out a confused “T-thanks?” before returning to his room like his hair had turned a shade redder.

You knew how he saw it. You gave flowers to friends, too—lavender for Epel (“devotion”), sunflowers for Ace (“loyalty and pride”), and even lilies for Ortho (“innocence and sweetness”). But their meanings were different, tailored.

The ones for Idia were love letters in disguise.

The truth finally bloomed in the botanical gardens.

You’d arranged a bouquet of red tulips, pink peonies, and tiny sprigs of baby’s breath. A little bolder this time—something that practically screamed “romantic adoration” in floriography.

You caught up with Idia as he was nervously trying to coax Ortho into keeping his drone away from the koi pond.

“Here,” you said, holding the flowers out with a smile. “For you.”

“Oh! Uh—th-thanks... again? Are you sure this isn’t overkill? Like, these are expensive, r-right?” He glanced around as if people were watching.

They were.

One in particular.

Riddle Rosehearts had been trimming a few plants nearby. His sharp gaze flicked from you to the bouquet, then to Idia.

“You do realize what those flowers mean, don’t you?” Riddle asked, arms crossed with the air of a prefect who’d memorized an entire language for fun.

“Huh? Uh... flowers mean... pollen?” Idia offered weakly.

Riddle sighed.

“Red tulips—perfect love. Peonies—bashful affection, a wish for a happy life together. And baby’s breath? Purity and everlasting love.” He narrowed his eyes. “It’s a confession, Shroud.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Idia froze like someone had paused his game. His hair flared a bright pink at the tips.

“W-WHAT—” he yelped. “I-I-I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST BEING FRIENDLY! I MEAN—YOU GIVE FLOWERS TO EVERYONE—OH STYGIAN WEEPING—”

You smiled sheepishly, tucking your hands behind your back.

“Not like that,” you said softly. “I meant it. Every time.”

Idia looked like he wanted to glitch out of reality. His fingers twitched, and he opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.

“I’m—uh—I’m... flattered? No! I mean—uh... I l-l-like you too, okay?! Not just like ‘hey you’re cool’ like, I like-like you! L-love-like!”

You giggled, and that only made him combust harder.

A week later, a small, shy bouquet appeared on your doorstep.

Forget-me-nots. Blue hyacinths. A single white rose.

You smiled, pressing the petals to your chest.

Forget-me-nots: “True love.” Blue hyacinths: “Sincerity, a heartfelt apology.” White rose: “New beginnings. I’m worthy of you.”

You didn't need a translation.

You already knew what his flowers meant.

And that was more than enough.

[supercap2319]

Clark Kent and his childhood best friend, a wizard, Clark has a bisexual awakening and gives up Lana for the reader, something cute, I'm kind of needy

Best Friends

Y/N watched with an amused grin as his best friend fell down at the dainty feet of Lana Lang? Again? He couldn't help enjoying the entertainment value of Clark Kent making a fool of himself for a girl who was too needy and popular. Clark could have his pick of dozens older, and more importantly, legal girls. They all fell for that farm boy sweetness and Boy Scout charm.

Clark had been crushing on Lana since the third grade and while it had been cute in elementary school, now, it was just sad. Like a bad Netflix rom-com, where the nerdy guy gets the very pretty, and very unattainable popular girl. It just wasn't fair in Y/N's opinion. Lana wouldn't give Clark the time of day, no matter how hard the farm boy tried. He just wasn't what Lana was looking for. Probably a gay best friend or even a friend, but not a lover.

It didn't matter anyways. Clark always got sick and pale around Lana, and they both knew the reason for it. It was that damn meteorite necklace that she always wore around her neck. It was a green diamond, tied by a silver cord. Lana started wearing it after the meteor shower hit Smallville. It was around the same time that Clark came into their lives.

Clark was an alien from another planet, who arrived in Kansas in a spaceship. Mr. and Mrs. Kent adopted him as their son, and the rest was history. At least until Y/N found out Clark's secret. It was third grade, and Clark had accidentally hovered in front of Y/N. It had shocked him, but he understood what it was like to keep a secret. 

Y/N was from a long line of wizards with wands, spells, and magic. The whole nine yards, if you will. That's where their friend became stronger than anyone else in their friend group. Stronger than Pete's. Stronger than Chloe's. Y/N and Clark were an unstoppable duo, until it came to Lana.

“Hey, Clark. Hi, Lana.” Y/N said. He picked up a few of the books Clark had dropped when he was trying to act cool in front of Lana. He didn't hate but, man, he really wished he could portal her into another dimension. Clark would not be happy with him if he did that, but it was a comforting thought.

“Sorry, I didn't pick you up, man. I was up late last night finishing an article for the Torch, and Chloe will kill me if I don't have it in her snarky, dainty hands by the time the bell rings.”

“That's okay. I managed.” Clark gave Y/N a secret smile. An inside joke between them. They both knew Clark was referring to his super-speed. He must have used it to catch—beat the school bus to school.

Lana, was momentarily forgotten about. At least she was, until she cleared her throat, gaining both boy's attention. “Glad you weren't hurt, Clark. That was a pretty nasty fall.” Lana said, tugging a strand of hair behind her ear. Made her look so innocent and pretty, that Y/N wanted to gag.

Apparently, it worked on innocent farm boys, because Clark was grinning ear to ear, a slight blush on his handsome face. “Thanks, Lana. I'm fine.” Of course he was. He was Indestructible, until he got near that green meteor rock, and suddenly all Clark's powers and abilities were replaced by pain and nausea.

“I'm glad. See you guys around.” She turned on her heel and left, joining her friends in the social patriarchy that was high school. 

……

That night, at the Kent farmhouse, Y/N and Clark were up in the loft (Fortress of Solitude as Clark likes to call it) working on an assignment for school. After this morning's disaster of America's Funny Home Videos, Clark had begged Y/N to sign up with him and Pete for the football team. Football was Y/N's style, but he did it for Clark. True, Mr. Kent was gonna be upset when he found out what Clark had done, but hey, it was worth it, right?

Clark had been wanting to join the football team since 6th grade peewee league, but Mr. and Mrs. Kent was afraid he might accidentally hurt someone with his powers, so they forbade him from competing in any sports. It was kind of sad, really. Clark never get to experience the highs and lows of being on a team of meathead jockstraps, as Chloe affectionately references to them.

“This is boring. Let’s take a break and order a pizza. I'm starving.” Y/N tossed his math book on Clark's desk. The taller boy shot him a pointed look. “And who says you're in charge? It's my fortress, I decide what we do.” Clark grinned.

“I've been making the decisions since we were in diapers, Kent. You can't be insubordinate now.” Y/N grins back. It was nothing serious between them. Just two super-powered teenagers looking to unwind after boring algebra. 

“Oh, yeah? And who's gonna stop me? I have the phone right here.” Clark held up Y/N's phone with a grin on his face. Y/N waved a hand, and the phone came flying into his hands. “Checkmate, Clark. The guy with the wizard powers always wins. Just ask Harry Potter.”

In a blur, Clark had Y/N’s phone in his hands once again, waving it around in a teasing way. “I got the phone. Gonna order pineapple and anchovies.” He turns to walk down the steps of the loft, towards the ground floor barn. Y/N lifts Clark into the air using his powers and grunts. He's heavier than he looks. He turns Clark to face him. "You do realize there are about 6 different ways I can break free of this."

Y/N smiled interested. "Take your best shot, Kent.”

Clark smiles as he just starts spinning around in mid air thanks to Y/N keeping him up. At a human speed at first,  but eventually it picks up momentum until he becomes a red and blue tornado. Y/n stumbles and loses his grip on him, and Clark lands feet first on the floor.

“You cheat!” Y/N accuses.

“Nah, I didn't cheat. You just suck at magic, dude. Or just plain suck, if you know what I mean.” Clark's eyes wiggled in a teasing way. Y/N growls and charges before feeling his back on the plush couch. Clark was on top of him, pinning him down. He grins and leans downward. “You're all mine, tough guy.”

“And just what do you plan on doing?” Y/N asked.

“This.”

Clark leans downward and kisses Y/N. It was soft and sweet, like taffy. Clark tasted like the powerade and peanut butter sandwich he had for lunch today. It was a strangely appealing taste. The kiss was something and everything that Y/N imagined with Clark. He had a crush on his best friend! He was so screwed.

A few moments later, Clark pulled back with a blush on his cheeks, replacing the cocky guy, who was just pinning him down a second ago. “Y/N? I think I'm bisexual, and I have a crush on you. Please don't hate me.”

“Hate you? Clark, you're my best friend. I could never hate you, but I will admit that I've been crushing on you too.” Y/N blushed.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really, but what about Lana?” Y/N asked. This was definitely not the way to win her affections. Not by kissing boys, who are your best friend in a barn loft.

“Who cares about her? I got someone even better.” Clark leans down once again, placing a chaste kiss on Y/N's lips.

[sour-leminies]

My little Fairy

Pairing: Hook x Fairy F!Reader

Summary: Coming to Merlin Acadamy you grew very close to the pirate with a hook. Everyone had declared you Hook's pirate Fairy. Truth be told, most people couldn't believe how loyal and caring you were to the pirate. So, when you finally snap, for the first time in a long time James didn't have you by his side, and all he knew was he wanted you back. Now.

Warnings: None I can think of, but let me know otherwise.

Taglist: @astrynyx @snixx2088 @4ng3l-ch1ld @herondale-lightworm Just ask to be tagged!

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I watched as Bridget and her friends all danced around the court yard - singing and dancing. It was sickening, they were so sweet and yet I couldn't help the part of me that yearned for that kind of friendship.

My only friend was Captain Hook, and if given the chance I'm positive he would have ditched me long ago if not for my help with things. Whenever he wasn't prepared for a test, I'd skip my own class to be in my smaller form tucked away in his shirt - telling him the answers. Or whoever he wanted me to spy on one of his victims he terrorized, I'd do so. Or when he wanted pixie dust, etc. The point was, I'd give my soul for Captain James Hook, and I don't even think he sees me as a friend.

Snapping out of my haze I landed on James's shoulder, whispering in his ear - telling him how Bridget was in the courtyard being all happy. A message he hurried to tell Uliana, before he made his way to the spot. I was still on his shoulder as he entered the courtyard with a dramatic flair.

I remained on his shoulder as he sang and danced, until Uliana turned into a flamingo. Something I couldn't help but smile at. Part of me was jealous of Uliana, and her relationship with James. It looked more intimate than his with Maleficent.

I pulled James through a different door, Maleficent following after us - and we cut the girls off. I now rested on Maleficent Horns. I let out a gasp, that came out like a jingle.

The Vk's all retreated once Uliana ran away - screaming and soaking wet. At least she was no longer a flamingo.

Once everyone cooled down, I was now in my human form laying on my bed, dressed in a nice pretty black dress. My makeup and hair had been done and all I had to do was wait for Hook to get here so we could go to that birthday dinner he promised me.

"Still no Hook?" Maleficent - who was also my roommate asked me. "No, you would think he'd show by now. I mean he's twenty minutes late." I praised the lord that my voice didn't come out as jingles when in my human form. Annoyingly so, only other Faires and James could understand me when I was in my smaller size.

"I hate to say this," my roommate spoke as she sat onto my bed with me. "But maybe he forgot."

I quickly shook my head. No way - he promised me. He had promised. He wouldn't forget me.

Slowly the hours ticked by and by the time it struck eight, two hours after the time we agreed on, Maleficent forced me up, and her hand Hades took me to dinner.

I wanted to cry, but how could I? Just because I love him, doesn't mean he loves me. At that very moment I accept that cold hard truth.

So as Maleficent rubbed my arm, and Hades even pat my head - I had decided that I would stop trying with Hook, it'll never happen anyways.

—

Over the next few days you ignored Hook. You hadn't made the first move to talk to him, and it seemed he had nothing he wanted you to do for him.

When the third day of you ignoring him he grew antsy. He didn't know what the sudden change in you was, but for some very odd reason - he didn't like it.

He walked out of detention - Something he had gotten when he was caught breaking in Merlin's office. His very first thought was that you weren't there. Typically, when he'd get detention - if you didn't sit in there with him in his jacket, then you'd always greet him with a hug once he walked out the doors.

"Yo, Mali." He called out to the mistress of evil. "You heading to your room?"

The dark fairy nodded her head silently, and James took that as an invitation to walk her to her room. Even though he would never admit it, the real reason was so he could check on his little fairy. The one he was now growing worried about.

—

You jumped at the sound of the door opening. Looking up from the books you were reading on your bed, you were surprised to see Maleficent, but also James.

"Hook." You spoke, but kept your voice neutral.

The man couldn't help but flinch at the name you used. You never called him that, you always either used Captain or James. Now he knew somethings wrong.

"We need to talk." Came his short reply, but you weren't dumb, you could see the slow anger bubbling up in his eyes.

You slowly got off your bed, and walked out into the hallway with him. "What's the problem?" You were honestly he hadn't already listed things he wanted done, but you were sure he'd start soon.

"The problem? You tell me. You suddenly ignore me, I haven't seen you in three days - but I know good and well Hades has. So you fucking tell me the problem." His voice was slowly growing louder and louder.

"Hey calm down." You tried to keep your guy's voice quiet - but that only set him off more.

"Calm down?! How can I be calm when you vanished. You were gone." Suddenly both of you stopped. You both could hear the hurt, the insecurity, but most importantly the fear laced in his tone. His chest breathed up and down heavily as he realized just how much he bloody missed you.

"Listen, Hook." "James."

He took a step closer to you, slightly pushing you into the wall as he pushed into you, leaning down to breath you in.

Fuck he felt like an addict who needed a hit, and finally scratched that itch under their skin.

"You call me James." His breath fanned over your face, as he slightly leaned up to get a look at your face.

Part of you loved this, as you placed your hands onto his chest, the open part of his shirt so you both could feel the skin to skin contact.

For James it was like your touch awakened something in him. Something that called for your name. Something in him burned for you.

He leaned down, his breath fanning over your lips. Making you close your eyes in anticipation. Hook didn't was a single second. He dropped his hook from his hand, and placed it onto your cheek, while his other hand grabbed a hold of the back of your neck.

You in this moment couldn't deny you loved this - the feel of his lips on yours, the feel of his wanting you. But it was too late.

He had made it clear that you weren't a priority. And even though bread crumbs of his affection felt like a feast - it wasn't enough. You hand to stand up, You deserve better. Something that Captain hook couldn't give you.

You built your strength and pushed him away. "No."

Hook looked at you confused, did you not just feel what happened between the two of you? Because he was more than happy to give a repeat.

"I deserve better than you." You pushed him again, finally letting the tears out. Letting the tears out of a woman who wanted nothing more than the man she was crying over. "I deserve so much more than what you give me." Which was nothing. You pushed him again and this time he grabbed both your hand and pulled you into him, letting you hit him over and over until you were drained - but never letting go of you.

"You done?" You glared up and him through your pretty wet eyelashes. "Good. Now listen. You will have no one other than me. There will be no other man, woman, I don't give a fuck. Your my little fairy." You went to shake you head. No - maybe once you were his but not anymore.

"You don't even make a priority - how can you say that?" Your voice was horse from the mini break down you had while punching him.

"You are my priority." How could you say you weren't? Even when he though nothing of you, from the first moment he met you he had put you as a priority on his list.

"Ask me about how I spent my birthday three days ago." Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

You could see the panic cross his face. The regret and self loathing as well. And maybe once upon a time that would be enough, but not anymore.

You pulled yourself away from him and hurried into your room, locking the door.

He banged a couple time before he spoke through the wood.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry. Sorry can't even explain, let me make it up to you." When he got no response from he, he continued on. "I am sorry about this but we will move past it. Just remember you may think you are free of me, but your are not. I will haunt you, beg for your forgiveness. You want better - I'll be better."

You silently cried while Hook poured everything he had from his heart into his next words.

"I'll be so much fucking better for you, my little fairy. So better."

—

The rest of the entire week, Hook would try his best; he'd bring flowers to you in the morning, he'd always walk you to class - despite how much you told him to leave you alone.

James knew he screwed up, and he hated himself for it. He didn't know what he had and he took it for granted.

He would scowl at Hades and Maleficent when you all were hanging out at the black lagoon.

Just because you and hook were on shaky ground didn't mean you were no less a Vk. Something that the crew grew to respect about you.

Every time you walked past him - not giving him a glance, he felt his chest tighten. He miss how you would cling to him. How you would rest on your shoulder when you felt over stimulated. The way you would accidently spray him with pixie dust, causing him to float.

He missed teaching you sword fighting, and all the basics. He missed you.

"Y/N!" He called out to you, desprate to get your attention. For the first time, since that kiss you didn't glare at him - nor push him away.

Instead it was worse. He felt his stomach grow cold at the neutral and emotionless look in your eyes. At least when you hated him you still cared. Now he didn't know. Your walls were up so high - it's shadow could darken a valley.

"Yes Hook?" He closed his eyes, shaking off the feeling he had.

"First, it's James. Second, will you go to dinner with me." You opened your mouth to disagree but he covered it before you could make a sound.

"Don't say no." He could hear his heart pounding in his head. "Just come. Meet me at Dip and Go dinner tonight at eight."

He dropped his hand from your mouth, and he found his courage to speak his next words.

"If you don't come I'll leave you alone." He would not, but he needed to know that deep down he still had a chance. And if he didn't have one then he would spend the rest of his life fighting for one.

He walked away, nervous for the reality check that he would soon face tonight.

—

The clock on your dorm wall ticked, and ticked. Each second growing closer to eight. The diner was an hour away and if you were to make it in time you should be leaving now.

But you just couldn't. You were too afraid. You weren't a fool, you could tell James was sorry, and regretful, but you didn't know if you could trust him.

He had unknowingly held your heart - and then crushed it. What would he do if he had known how much you cared for him? Would he treat you different?

"You should go." You looked over to the dark fairy, you had thought she was out with Hades.

"I'm scared." You had once thought James was your only friend, but Maleficent and even her boyfriend proved me wrong. "That's what makes it worth it."

She walked over to your bed, sitting down beside me before she carried on. "If you even have a chance for love then it's worth it to fight. And if you decide that he's not worth it, then at the very least you owe it to yourself to find closure." Maybe she was right.

—

Hook glanced at the clock on the wall of the diner, it said eight forty, and he knew that she wasn't going to show. He blew his shot. He wanted to throw the glass Infront of him, the one where he poured rum into it.

He had decided to dress nicely, wore his best clothing, even left his hook at home. He wanted to look his best for you - to show you he could be a good guy for you.

He had already paid for his drink, so he left a twenty bill on the table and walked out. He would wait longer, but he could tell the employees had wanted him out.

He felt like he couldn't breathe as he walked down the path, he wanted to take you on. The trees lit up with beautiful fireflies at night, and it was a view he wanted to share with you.

His vision blurred, and his chest breathed up and down, as his heart ached, pounded. He had no problems with ripping his heart out for you, but fuck, all he needed was you. He felt like a fool - not because you didn't show, but because he was too self-absorbed and if he had opened his eyes from the beginning thing would be different.

He was a villain, and villains don't get happy endings. He knew that he could never have you, simply because you were his happy ending.

He stopped walking, as he tried to calm his heart with his shaking hands. Was he having a panic attack?

"James!" He heard your voice scream out his name, as you started to run to him. Fuck, he didn't care if he was dying as he ran to you with all the speed he could muster.

Once you were at arm's length you jumped into him, and he wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could. Loving the smell that invaded his senses with open arms.

You were late, he didn't know why, nor did he care. You were here with him. That single thought caused him to break. He couldn't hold onto his sobs anymore.

He thought he lost you because of himself. He thought he would spend his entire life alone - longing for the feel of you. He thought that truly lost you. Every part of him rejected that. He couldn't live with that.

He felt his knees start to weaken as he fell to the ground, you still in his arms and he clanged to you crying. You felt your heart break once again - and all you wanted was for your pirate to feel better. You kiss the top of his head, rubbing his back as he let all his fears out, all his emotions.

"I... I love you so so so much." He heaved out, his breath making him repeat. "And I'm... I'm sorry." He was and even you knew that. You were tired as well.

You pulled his face away from your neck, and for a moment he fought you - thinking you were once again going to push him away. You rubbed you thumb across his cheek as you looked into his beautiful eyes. His brown eyes were bloodshot red from the crying, and his eyeliner had started to smidge. His eyelashes soaking together, his lips trembling as he tried to get himself together.

"I forgive you." You whispered out, before pushing your lips against his soft, and wet ones. It was a small, and short kiss, but it was full of the love you had for him. The love he felt like he no longer deserved.

"I'm sorry." His voice came out like a while as more tears dropped from his eyes.

"I forgive you." You whispered once again, and this time he initiated the kiss. Soft, craving, and you could feel his sorrow. Despite the fact he was kissing you, you could still feel him begging for forgiveness.

"I love you." You told him, and while that's all he wanted to hear. He no longer felt like that was the case. How could you love him when he hated everything about himself? How could you forgive him, when he's still kicking his own ass.

"I love you two, my little fairy." Fuck his voice broke again as he rested his forehead against yours. You also couldn't help but cry as well.

—

James kept his promise. He did become better for you, and only you. He was still a villain, but he was a gentleman to you. He kissed you every time he saw you, gave you flowers every month when your old ones would die.

He did everything he could to become a good enough person for you, and while daily you'd reassure him how happy you are - he couldn't get your heartbroken face out of his mind.

He'd have nightmares of you leaving him all alone. You loved him, and he didn't feel worthy of it, but he'd be damned of someone else had it. He was still a villain.

The first moment where he finally felt okay to breath was when you told him the future you wanted with him. You had wanted a future with him. Him.

You wanted three kids, three girls, and you would love to watch him become a father as you all lived on his ship.

When you were all banished to the Isle of the lost, he hated himself for getting you stuck there, but you'd remind him you'd rather be with him then in some land without him.

When you first got pregnant, he couldn't help but be so joyous of the boy in your stomach. He never told you he wanted a son, but you knew so you also felt happy.

You had named him Harry, after James repeatedly told you he couldn't think of one. The second born was a girl, and you demanded he named her. So, he stole your idea and named her Harriet. Then on the final and last born, you told him he couldn't name your baby girl after he just stole Harry's name and gave it to his sister.

You, James, Harry, Harriet, and CJ lived on hook's ship. And despite the living conditions, you loved your family no less.

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A/N: Hiii, if you see this and sent me an Elsa reader x Hook request I promise I am working on that!!

[puck-luck]

hiiiii bestie boo. happy 1st birthday to my fav blog xoxo. for my first request in a hot minute, could i please have a cappuccino with cold foam for matt boldy 🤭 (my vision: phone cheer up sex… more specifically, phone sex after game 1 vs vgk- kinda comforting/distracting him, but also rewarding/hyping him up a lil bc he slayed and scored 2 goals!!! go bolds wooooo)

ITS BEEN A MINUTE! but u r here. requesting again. my skin is clear and the world is healed. crazy that the boldy request came before the q one but hey we all know where your head's at nowadays... if you feel the prickle of a curse coming on, let me know.... (i'm teasing! we've already had this discourse on imessage! anyway your blurb got changed a bit because it's been so long since the first round of the playoffs but you knew that too ok cool bye)

“Matty, you did so well,” you say gently. “You had the most playoff goals on the team, baby. I’m proud of you.”

“Tied,” Matt corrects in a sullen voice. “I tied for the most goals in post-season.”

You don’t have a reply for him, instead biting the inside of your cheek and tilting your head to watch him more closely through the screen. You’re on FaceTime now, with Matt at his place after the game, unpacking his hockey bag rather violently. He’s not in the mood to hang out, but he’s also not in the mood to be alone. He’s not so much talking as he is grunting when you say something he agrees with and correcting you when you say something he disagrees with and it’s getting pretty fucking old. 

You love Matt. You’ve been dating Matt for almost a year now. One bad mood won’t kill you, but this one is testing your patience.

“Matt, I know you’re disappointed, but you guys were really good out there,” you say. “You fought hard and made it to six games and I know it’s not the outcome you wanted, but it’s the outcome you got. You did really well. You’re a good hockey player.”

It’s Matt’s turn to be quiet. You know he’s got doubts racing through his head, retorts bubbling up that are along the lines of “not good enough,” but you’re not willing to hear them.

“Really, Matty,” you continue. You might as well try a new tactic, one that Matt always seems to fall for. “You looked so good out there.” You adjust against your pillows, the rustling catching Matt’s attention. “Soo good.”

His gaze is laser-sharp, zeroing in on you. “How good?” he asks.

“So fucking good, Matt,” you repeat. “I could barely take my eyes off of you. Whenever I saw you spit on the ice, I swear I could feel it on my cunt.”

Matt’s eyebrows lift toward his hairline and all the grumpiness in his expression vanishes. For a moment he stalls, but then a smile creeps across his face. “‘So fucking good’ that you… touched yourself while you watched me?”

“Hm, believe it or not, I didn’t touch myself to my boyfriend’s televised hockey game,” you laugh. You shake your hair out of your face and snuggle into the pillows a bit further. “I was waiting for you to come home before I touched myself.”

“Good,” Matt says. “Do it. Touch yourself now.”

It sounds like a dare, the way he says it, but you were scheming to get to this point. Being alone in your bed and imagining Matt isn’t as good as the real thing, but you’re happy to do this if it gets his mind off of the loss. 

“How should I do it?”

“Slow,” Matt instructs. “I want to see everything.”

“Everything?” you tease.

“Everything,” Matt confirms in a deadly serious voice. “Spit on your fingers and touch your clit.”

You grin at Matt and bring your fingers to your mouth. “Yes, sir,” you say before fulfilling Matt’s request and wiggling your slick fingers beneath the waistband of your panties. He can probably see that your nipples are already straining against your thin tank top, the one you’d decided to wear to bed before Matt decided he wasn’t coming over. 

The pads of your fingertips pet over your clit, which has been aching for a touch all night. The waiting was worth it, because your first circle over the sensitive bundle of nerves rewards you. A shiver runs through your body and you’re inclined to apply more pressure and rub faster, but you keep yourself in check. You want to put on a good show for Matt, since he’d put on such a good show for you earlier tonight. 

His hands are absentmindedly moving on the screen, keeping themselves busy albeit lagging while his eyes trace your movements. Matt pulls a shirt from his hockey bag and folds it badly, fabric slipping from his grip when you decide to mess with him and moan out loud. He’s easy.

“I wish you were here,” you say. Matt’s going to reply, then you spread your folds and plunge a finger inside of yourself. You know he saw what you did from the way your hand has stretched the fabric of your panties, the angle causing them to pull away from your body. “Been horny all night. I bet I taste good, Matty.”

He bites down on and releases his lower lip when your hand retracts from your panties. As you slide your finger into your mouth, sucking the juices away with hollowed cheeks and whimpering around the digit, Matt’s jaw goes slack. “Let me see,” he says.

With a self-satisfied little smile, you remove your panties. You run your fingers up your slit, gathering wetness before spreading your folds with your index and middle finger.

“Shit,” Matt mumbles. One of his hands drifts down to adjust himself in his sweats, then stays hovering there. He’s not quite stroking himself, but his hand rests on his rapidly-filling length.

“You always make me so wet,” you say. “You’re so messy, baby. You like making out with my hole, don’t you?”

Matt offers you a sheepish grin. “You know I love it.”

“If you were here…” you trail off, fingers stroking your clit. You try to emulate the way his tongue flicks over the bud, but it’s futile. Nothing is like Matt. “Does it ever kiss back, baby?”

Matt chuckles, but he considers the question seriously. He nods after a moment. “When I fuck you with my tongue and you squeeze me,” he says. “Sometimes when you react, it feels like that.”

“That’s when you start fucking me with your fingers, though,” you say.

“Because you’re so needy,” Matt replies. “You must be dying to be filled, baby.”

“Dying for it,” you agree. “I wish there was a big cock inside me.” You pout for him, jutting out your bottom lip. “All I have are these little fingers.” You wiggle them at the camera, as if you’re waving playfully at your boyfriend.

“I bet they’ll work,” Matt says. “If you make yourself come on them now, I’ll come over and fuck you real nice.”

“I thought you didn’t want to come over tonight,” you reply as you slide your index finger back into your eager hole. It barely stretches you, your pussy accepting it as light work. You start to curl and pump it slowly, making sure Matt can see how your wrist flexes and twists. “I thought you were in a bad mood.”

“About what? I’m not in a bad mood.” Matt genuinely pulls his eyebrows together in confusion, eyes flickering up to your face before it dawns on him. “Oh, the game? No, I don’t care about that. Add another finger.”

You obey him and try to hide the smug look on your face. “Tit for tat, Matt,” you say.

“What?”

“Show me the cock that’ll stuff me full later tonight,” you purr in your most sensual voice, really turning on the charm. You wiggle your two fingers inside of yourself, the space becoming a little crowded now. “I need to know what I’m getting myself into.”

“You’ve seen it before,” Matt laughs, but he pushes his waistband down anyway. His cock bobs free and he wraps a hand around its base, giving you his best angle.

You bite down on the tip of your tongue to tamper your physical response to the sight of Matt’s cock, then speak. Now you’re just playing with him. “Do you think it’ll fit, Matty? Or should I fuck myself with three fingers?”

“Three,” Matt confirms in an instant, waltzing right into the trap you’d set up for him. 

“Do you like seeing how I stretch for you, Matt?” you ask. All of your questions might as well be rhetorical, knowing your boyfriend well enough to answer them for him, but you like hearing him. “How I take as many fingers as I can, and I’ll still feel tight around your cock? Gonna milk all the cum from you and make you eat me out after. Make up for missing my first orgasm. So mean of you to leave me all on my own…”

Matt reacts appropriately, yanking his sweats back up and grabbing his phone from where it was propped up on his bedside table. You can hear him grabbing his keys and cursing under his breath when he steals another look at you, your ring finger joining the other two. “Fuck, Y/N, don’t fucking come before I get there,” he commands in a strangled voice. 

“But you told me to?” You play dumb, tilting your head to the side. You curl your fingers up and rub against your inner walls, breaking the ploy to moan and affect Matt even more. 

“Don’t– fucking– if I get pulled over, it’s on you,” Matt declares before your screen goes black. He shoved you in his pocket, as if that will bring him peace. His phone automatically connects to the speakers in his car, which he’d had redone so the sound is even better. You whimper, high-pitched, and you hear Matt curse again.

The next ten minutes are going to be very difficult for him.

[curseofaphrodite]

PRE-OWNED RECORDS

Sirius Black x muggle!reader || fluff

summary: the time Sirius sneaked away from Hogwarts to see you.

The thrift store looked as cozy as ever, which was the obvious effect of a place filled with things that people had previously loved. The crooked statues and trinkets near the door, the sound of a Little Richard record playing somewhere behind the back, the huge stack of battered old books — all of them made you excited like the very first time you stepped inside.

You looked at the boy you came with and saw a gleam in his eyes that you haven't ever seen before.

"Pretty, isn't it?" you asked, taking a brown butterfly hairclip from the basket near him. Sirius still hasn't finished taking in the shop's eccentrics.

"It's so cool," he said in awe.

You laughed. You could see why he'd be so surprised. Sirius Black had been homeschooled all his life, or that's what he says anyway. All you know is that your strange, rich, pretty neighbour never comes out of his house unless it's the holiday season. When you ask him about it, he says his mother is old-fashioned and traditional. You hadn't understood what he meant until you saw her once yourself. From her attire to her cold glare, that particular cameo still gave you shudders.

Even the times you do see him, he's covered in leaves and dirt, as if he climbed down the window without anyone seeing. Sometimes you wonder if you ought to get him legal help to get him emancipated. But he never looked physically harmed, but he never looked completely okay either.

Str̥angely enough, your holiday friend wasn't out on a holiday though. This visit was right in the middle of the school year. When asked about it, he said something about apparition or desperation that you just decided not to ask further. He looked particularly worn out that day, so you decided to take him to somewhere he'd never been before, which happened to be a very long list. The thrift store was close, so that's the story of how he ended up gawking at the records beside you.

"Who's your favorite?" you asked, actually curious. Apart from his unusual attire and confused looks when you mention anything from music, you haven't had the faintest clue as to who he even listened to.

"Stubby Boardman?"

You blinked. "Uhm, you mean Buddy Holly?"

"Yeah, sure." Sirius looked more interested in the records before him. He brushed past the unorganized stack with a faraway look in his eyes. He then turned to you questioningly. You jumped a little and looked away because you realized you might have been staring a little too much at him.

"Look at this!" You were thankfully saved by the orange and red album in front of you. You reached for it gleefully, making a happy sound. "I've been looking for this edition for such a long time! Oh, I can't believe they have it!"

"Are they any good?" he asked, matching your level of excitement.

"The best," you sighed, hugging it closer.

This particularly sweet moment was cut short when you heard a small commotion at the front of the store.

Sirius's face showed immediate panic. "I knew that cat looked familiar!" He said, rushing to the cashier's area.

"The cat?" you blinked in confusion, then followed him.

A woman stood in the spot, wearing the biggest black hat you'd ever seen. She had small spectacles and smart, shrewd eyes behind them. She looked exhaustingly mad, as if she'd been in plenty of situations like this before.

"I'm still learning the ropes of apparition?" Sirius tried, smiling meekly. "I've no clue how I've ended up here."

"Mr. Black, you've excelled in apparition and rest assured, even the most horrible student wouldn't end up hundreds of miles away from where they are. I'm sorry to interrupt your date but you're coming with me right this instant!"

"Who is this?" you asked. The woman turned her gaze on you, and the wheels seemed to turn in her head.

"Let's go," she said more sharply.

"I enrolled in a boarding school?" Sirius directed the answer at you, though it sounded more like a lame excuse. The woman did not look happy to be ignored. "I've to go now but I'll explain everything when I'm back okay?"

"No, you won't!" the woman said shrilly.

"I'm sorry but you all have to leave," the cashier said, looking like she's had enough. "We don't have squabbles inside the store."

Sirius looked a tiny bit sad. Being unofficially thrown out of the store was not how you thought how the day would go, but you sighed and walked out anyways.

Your phone rang. It was your father, asking you to pick up the groceries on your wy back. By the time you hung up, both Sirius and the lady was nowhere to be seen.

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"You're young and that's a fancy word for naive," Minerva said, walking or slightly running down the hall. Sirius struggled to keep up.

"She's going to understand."

She stopped in her tracks and Sirius almost crashed into her.

"That's not what I meant. How do you think your mother would take the fact that you're friends with a muggle? Let alone more than friends?"

Sirius blushed. "There's not more—"

"Oh, I'm not stupid. But that's not what this is about either. You're bringing her to her doom if you keep visiting her under Walburga's nose."

"She's all I have at that place!"

"That's not true. There's a person in your own house who needs you, but you seem to forget that."

"Regulus is like the rest of them. He's not who he was," Sirius said promptly. His words were harder than before. "If you doubt it, look for the mark in his arm."

Without waiting for her reply, he stormed away. To hell with the detentions, he thought. I have to do one more thing back in my town.

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The next morning, the first thing you thought of while waking up was the boy with dark long curls and brown pretty eyes. You wondered if you dreamt him up.

There was a part of you that wanted to be mad that he left without a goodbye, but you actually didn't mind. Something said he'd be back soon enough.

"Hey kiddo," your dad knocked on your door and walked in, holding something familiar in his hands. "Someone left this at the door. Must be for you."

You gasped, grabbing the red and orange record from his hands.

"How—?"

"There was no note." He shook his head. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a secret admirer. Now come down to the kitchen, we made pancakes."

"I'll be right there," you mumbled, examining the album once again. Once he left the room, you immediately went to the player.

While you took out the record, you noted something eerily familiar to dog hair sticking on the sides.

THE END

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

hiiii i have a request <3 can u do one where reader is axl’s little sis and she goes to high school with izzy & axl and reader has a massive crush on izzy but izzy is strictly off limits bcuz of axl so they sneak away during school and izzy is more experienced than reader bcuz she’s inexperienced so he’s basically like teaching her things and corrupting her…maybe smut😏😏& one day axl catches them and throws a fit but then accepts it bcuz reader loves izzy <333🎀💞💞ty & i love ur writing !!! :))

A/n: I like the way I wrote this but I didn't add Axl catching them because there came an ending and I couldn't think of a way to add to it naturally, if you want a part two I can make one I just liked the way this was written lol

Warnings: Smut, fingering (f receiving), semi public sex, Izzy punches a guy, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 2

Axl had rules and you tried to follow them, it never was really hard anyway. Until, that is, he made a friend named Izzy. Izzy was tall with shoulder length black hair, tired eyes that stared at you with a coldness that had your legs weak in the best way.

Axl always said his friends were strictly off limits, you never had a problem with that. Until Izzy.

You whined on and on about how unfair it was that you weren't allowed to even think of liking one of his friends to him, you would receive the same answer every time. "There is no way in hell I'm letting you alone with my friends."

"Then why are you friends in the first place!" You'd yell as you sulked off.

Axl came into your room and told you he was sneaking out, nothing out of the ordinary, he did it more often than not and he told you as an extra precaution or something. You weren't sure but tonight you had a plan.

You were already dressed up and ready to leave with him when he came in around 12:00am. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" He asked, taken aback by your appearance.

"With you." You said simply.

Compared to Axl you were a sweetheart and weren't that into rock, at least you didn't dress the part. Earlier today you snuck into Axl's room and borrowed some clothes, a lettermen jacket and band shirt, Aerosmith. You paired them with jeans and cowboy boots before doing your makeup, making sure your lipstick popped against your features.

"There is no way in hell you're coming with me." He stated. "Especially not dressed like that." He said, gesturing to your get up.

"Come on!" You whined. "You're always picking on me about not being cool, can't I at least pretend for a night?" He chewed his cheek, you watched the gears turning in his head before he eventually sighed.

"Fine, but you don't leave my side, don't talk to anyone, and you're not drinking." You gestured to crossing your heart, smiling ear to ear as he helped you sneak out.

Once you were out of the house it was pretty simple, you'd walk down to the end of the neighbourhood where another of Axl's friends were, get in his car where Axl refused to leave unless he was sitting in the back with you, and then you'd drive off to some field. You preferred sitting alone in the back at first until more people got in, then Axl served as a shield.

The field in question was just another hang out spot for Axl and all his friends, older kids and a few younger kids who either thought they were the shit or were related to the shit, yourself included in the latter.

There was a bonfire and coolers full of drinks, smoke filled the air for more than one reason and you even saw a few used needles scattered from the adults who were only invited for their money and ID's.

Axl kept you right at his side through it all but as he started drinking it became harder for him to do so as you were on the lookout for Izzy.

You were about to give up on your search and just assume he wasn't coming out tonight but then you felt a tap on your shoulder. "Since when do you come out here?" He asked, leaning down so you could hear him over the music and yelling.

You shrugged, just happy to finally be in his presence. "I just thought it would be fun." You said with a smile, gaze falling to the ground.

"Fun, huh?" He glanced around, you knew it was to make sure Axl wasn't around to see. "You want some real fun?" He asked, his focus turning back to you. You nodded and he led you off somewhere.

Within the field there were bunches of trees, in one of these patches there was an old house that had been burned up. It was still standing but wasn't livable and was essentially deemed a hook-up shack.

You didn't want to just be a fun night for Izzy but you thought maybe if you could just have this then Axl would never know and you could move on.

You were just making excuses for why you were fine with this as Izzy started kissing down your neck.

His hands were under your shirt, pushing it up over your chest so he could grope you through your bra. You couldn't deny the excitement that it built inside you, the heat coursing through you every time you felt his lips on you or his teeth grazing your skin.

He took his hands out from under your shirt and got to work undoing your jeans which was when you finally stopped him. You were out of breath and your face was flushed a deep shade of pink though he couldn't see it. "I-I've never..." You trailed.

"Don't worry about it." He said, kissing your forehead. "I can teach you, sweetheart." He pulled your pants down and spread your legs a bit, just enough so your jeans were be about halfway down your thighs. "Tell me if you want to stop, alright? You can do that for me, can't you?" You nodded as his hand slid into your panties.

"Hah, fuck yes, I-I can do that." You smiled, hands going to his shoulders for stability.

Izzy let out a low chuckle as his fingers worked on your clit, rubbing it in circles. "Dirty mouth, huh?" He pressed his lips to yours and pushed a finger into you, causing a moan to leave you and fall onto his lips. "I need you to tell me what feels good, alright?" You nodded.

He started moving his finger, slow at first, just trying to find where you liked it. It was uncomfortable but that soon turned to pleasure when he curled his finger inside you. You gasped softly at the feeling, hips bucking instinctively.

"Oh, felt good, didn't it?" You let out a small whine as you nodded. "Come on, sweetheart, use your words, I'm not gonna bite." He kissed you. "Not unless you wanted me to."

"Please." You said, voice airy.

"Please?" He repeated. "Please, what?"

"I want you to bite me." You looked up at him with a lust filled grin, eyes begging for more.

"Really?" He asked, smiling back down at you. "I can't say no to you, now can I?" He kissed your forehead, then your lips before going back to your neck.

He kept a steady rhythm with his hand, hitting that same spot over and over, curling his fingers and rubbing your clit with his thumb. The chard wood and holes in the walls were useless when it came to concealing your noises but it was your first time and Izzy didn't want to quiet anything from you.

He bit your neck, sure to leave hickeys you'd have to hide from Axl and your parents. He told you how pretty you sounded, how good you were doing for him. "Let me know when you're close, alright?"

"Mhm~ I can- I can do that just please don't stop." You whined, knees buckling under your weight. Izzy pushed you against the wall, pinning your there so he could focus on making you feel good and not keeping you standing.

You could feel a ball of heat knotting in your gut you'd never felt before, Izzy could feel you squeezing him and sucking his fingers in deeper, he could tell you were getting close even without you telling him.

"Oh, isn't she a sweet one?" A new voice came.

Your eyes shot open and you saw a man who must've been in his late thirties at the earliest, he was big guy but clearly had more than a few drinks in him.

Izzy didn't think twice before pulling his fingers out of you, spinning and punching the guy square in the face. He went down without another word and hit the overgrown floors with a loud thud.

You were breathing heavy, eyes still wide as you stared down at the man. Izzy turned back to you and helped you get yourself covered once more before he led you out of the abandoned building.

You saw Axl passed out close to the edge of the field with some girl, they were both half naked. Izzy hid you behind him and got Axl up. The girl had apparently driven there and had no qualms with handing her keys over to Izzy so he could drive everyone home.

Axl was too drunk to realize you were the girl on Izzy's arm and passed out on the drive home.

Izzy parked just outside your house but you hesitated before getting out. "This is your place, isn't it?" He asked, though he knew the answer.

"Yeah, but... if Axl's coming with you why can't I?" You asked, looking up at him with a pout.

"Well," he sighed, scanning around for nothing in particular, "after tonight I think you should just get to bed."

You thought about what he said before shaking your head. "No, I want to stay with you." You remembered your thoughts going into the building, your worries of him treating this as a fun night and nothing more.

When he stared at you without giving you an answer you thought your worries were correct until he leaned towards you, throwing an arm over you shoulder and pulling you in for a kiss. "Axl will kill you if he finds out, you know." He whispered as he pulled away, just enough so he could speak, his hot breath still fanning over you.

"He wouldn't kill me." You stated, Izzy's brows raised. "He'd kill you." You finished with a smile.

"And you'd really take that risk?" You chewed your cheek.

"Maybe." You said finally. Izzy kissed you again.

"Tell you what," he started, "we can sleep in this car with your brother and what's her face and I'll wake you up and get you in your bed before five." You pouted, more at the idea of having to wake up at five.

"What if..." You trailed. You reached for his hand, playing with his long fingers. "You snuck into my room and left at five..?" You asked, nervously biting your lip.

Izzy stared at you for a minute. "You're idea's better." He said and quickly got out of the car.

And that was just the start of your sneaky endeavors.

[konnosaurus]

heheheh :3 it's emily and ashimaaaaa!

after mentioning that i think these two would be quite sweet on my pride month headcanon drawing, i realised that i needed to draw them and give a few of my thoughts! (especially as @togetherness23 seemed intrigued by the concept in their lovely tags (sorry about the @ i just thought you might like this hehe))

my hand hurts from drawing all the little details on both of them hehe, it was sooo hard to make them look nice but i'm p happy with how they turned out!

i've got a little analysis/ramble under the cut if anybody wants to read my thoughts :3

okay so.. emily x ashima.

first of all, i think it is just nice to give emily a load of girlies for her romances, she is such a fascinating character and i think that her almost.. stubborn?? nature? i'm not quite sure whether that is the word i mean, but she has strong feelings, strong opinions and a strong personality. she doesn't pull her punches and if she wants to do something she will find a way to do it.

i feel this makes her interactions with potential romantic partners veeery interesting. she falls hard and fast- there isn't any doubt once she likes someone, she knows it very quickly and decides whether to persue or not. i think this shows up in best engine ever, where she decides that caitlin is cool and funky almost instantly, talks about how wonderful she is to all her friends, and the next time she sees her makes a big declaration (well, a big rescue, but it plays the same).

there are a few parallels between emily meeting ashima and emily in her first interactions with caitlin in best engine ever, and this sort of overlap is what made me first consider this potential pairing. well, that and how funny i think it is that ashima and caitlin have very similar base deep and bright pink colours, and if you add new rosie and her dark pink (i think it is more of a dark pink than red oop) then one can have emily and her collection of pink-adjacent women and that is fun. now we just need to paint mavis pink to add to the collection...

anyway! back to the parallels.

i'm putting this one up first even though i think the second parallel is stronger. in the scene from the great race, emily is clearly being positive when she says 'you know, the painted one from India.' she clearly thinks highly of ashima's looks, and this comes up again when she is surprised that ashima wasn't in the best decorated engine competition. she clearly thinks she is pretty, and in the scene from best engine ever she also talks about how she thinks caitlin 'looks amazing'. emily clearly likes looking at these two hehehe.

and my personal favourite, emily and her instant praise for those that she likes. even though in the great race she is speaking about ashima and in best engine ever she is speaking to caitlin, both statements are so nice and show emily and her positivity towards those that she likes. i think that the instant desire to compliment everyone is part of emily's hard-fast romance routine.

another interesting thing is that in the great race, ashima has barely been on sodor for any time at all and emily has already spoken to her enough to remember her name, origin AND come up with enough of an opinion about her to think she is great. and that is just neat!

[lightlycareless]

I have a fluffy idea for you! What if Naoya and Y/N had gotten in a fight/argument that’s left them upset with each other but maybe it happened in front of the kids or they eavesdropped. And maybe they’ve never seen them this upset with each other so the kids worry that they might get divorced(after that one fic about death you posted, I wouldn’t be surprised if Naoaki got this in their heads too or maybe that’s too far for him even) so the kids make a plan to make Naoya and Y/N make up

Helloooooo!!

Aww this was really cute to read 🥺 as twisted as that might sound since I never enjoyed the idea of the kids seeing their parents upset lol. Still, didn't stop me from writing a lil something I hope y'all enjoy!!

Also, because of fluff, we have to remove Naoaki of the formula but believe me it would NOT be below him to tell them ugly things about their parents 😡 he'd probably go on saying things like "Oh, no... they're going to divorce now!!) .I.

btw... I am unsure of what fic you mean but I'll tag this one just to be sure 🙈 I'm sorry.

Anyways, here are the warnings: none. fluff. you and naoya are married and have 4 kids hahahahahahahhahaha a tiny bit of angst, there was an argument after all.

Happy reading!

Arguments between the two most of the time, if not always, consist with you not agreeing to something Naoya’s family demands, and his subsequent inaction to do something about it.

You try to be understanding of his situation, it sucks to be the child of a family that is always looking for their personal benefit, careless how it affects others… but just how much are you be able to excuse before it becomes too much? Before it begins to affect your family?

How much are you willing to tolerate… in the name of the love you have for Naoya?

There were limits to your patience, and once the little things began to bundle up, you snapped.

“Fine! If that’s how it’s going to be, then… then I guess I—I don’t have anything to do here!” you cry, tears in the corner of your eyes as you swiftly turned around and exited the room, leaving behind a frustrated Naoya, too angered to do anything else but stare at your distancing figure, as well as the disheartened children who had unfortunately caught wind of their argument.

The two always made sure to keep discussions out of their earshot, your problems shouldn’t become their burden… however, maybe because it was a heat of a moment kind of thing that led to this oversight, or perhaps you were too loud, they now went through the misfortune of seeing this.

Their father soon attempted to ease their worries.

“It was just an argument; your mama and I had these before.” Naoya explains. “We’ll be fine.”

“I never seen mom this angry before.” Naomi adds.

“Or angry at all…” Naori adds. “With you, I mean.”

Naoya sighs. Well, he didn’t know whether to be impressed by your diligence or upset that it crumbled today.

“Do you hate mama now?” Naoko dared ask, and Naoya’s eyes snap wide open.

“What? No. I don’t hate her. We just had a disagreement!”

But your consistent ignorance of the bouquet of roses and boxes of mochi he got you right after cooling down, hoping to strike a peace treaty and leave all this behind, started to indicate otherwise.

Your interactions, or lack of, grew more and more prominent…

Yet, it wasn’t until your refusal to sleep in the same bed as him (as if having your meals separately weren’t enough) was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

And ultimately, the ones hurting the most were your children.

Whom at the unfamiliarity of their parent’s differences, decided to make finding a solution their utmost priority, be the ones in charge of saving their family which at a larger scale was like saving the world. For them, at least.

“We have to help them.” Naoko suggested to the council, as Naori named it so. “Before it gets too late!”

“It must’ve been pretty serious if mama isn’t talking to papa anymore…” Naoyuki added. “Does she hate her now?”

“No.” Naomi firmly assessed. Because it’s not the first time she’s questioned this herself, nor the first time she sees them not getting along (which may or may not influenced her perception about her father…)

But it is the first time she’d ever seen her mother so upset. Enough for you to deny it when confronted about it, and you’ve always been transparent when it comes to emotions and how sometimes not everything goes as expected!!

To make matters worse, her aunties aren’t any better, as if sworn absolute secrecy and loyalty towards you, your staff had made it their life mission to avoid all her questions, even going as far as acting like it was all in her imagination.

“Your mom is just busy, that’s all! You know how the life is here at the estate… always chaotic.” Mariya shrugs her worries away.

If Naomi had been 5 years old, maybe she would’ve believed her.

However, her options were far from running out, and when one proved to be inadequate, she simply went onto the next, to the only other person she knew she could trust with her life—your side of the family, her grandfather.

The overbearing grandpa who was always ready to jump into action if need be, yet careful enough to not disclose too much and eventually cause more harm than good. Naomi could see it in her parents’ exhaustion that, as much as they enjoyed his company, he was… quite something.

“Naomi-nee… what if our parents divorce?” Naori dared wonder in the dead of night, in her room after everyone went to sleep. As the eldest, Naomi was the voice of reason amongst all the siblings, but she was always closer to her immediate younger brother—she doesn’t recall ever being so excited to be an older sister than the time she was to become one for the first time. “I… I don’t want them to separate.”

“They won’t, Naori.”

“But I’ve never seen them so upset… do you think mama hates papa now?”

Never. Of course not. You wouldn’t put up with someone as peculiar as her father if you didn’t.

…

And her father wouldn’t try his hardest to make you happy if he didn’t love you either.

A meeting with her grandfather was long overdue.

“Oh, Naomi… how long have they been like this?” Eiichi laments, imagining how distraught his grandchildren must be because of this situation. But of course, never leaving you out of his mind, equally worried about the mental state you must be in to have done such a thing.

Extending over to Naoya as well, the young man whom he once thought as the worst option for a husband for his lovely daughter—but now, a marriage and 4 children later, that is no longer the case. Naoya has proven to be a good man, someone he could trust with taking care of one of his most precious, and the recipient of his concerns as well.

“For a week now… and it doesn’t seem like it’s getting any better.” Naomi responds. “I need your help, jiji. I want them to make up already before they decide… maybe to—”

“They won’t do anything harsh.” Eiichi reassures her. He knows his daughter; he knows his in-law. They’d rather go through the nine circles of hell than live without the other.

Still, this is a problem that undoubtedly needs attention, for bottled issues lead to even bigger problems in the future, and as a widowed man, the last thing he wants is seeing his daughter live with regret towards her husband.

“Then what do I do?” Naomi asks.

“It’s not really your responsibility to do so, Naomi. But, if you must…”

Remembering the special moments of this relationship is a nice way to start, like what made you decide you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Naoya.

So, after extensive consideration and careful planification, Naomi and the rest of her siblings decide to pester their parents into going to the fair that’s set up this time of year in the city, with all the games and food anyone could enjoy to their hearts delight—the perfect escape from the mundane, repetitive everyday life of the estate.

You were initially against it, and not because you didn’t want to take them (going to the fair sounded delightful) but rather because they insisted so much on bringing Naoya along, which you had yet to make amends with him, and the last thing you wanted was to make things uncomfortable.

But you knew better than to resist your children, and so, you’ve saved the date for Saturday.

“Come on mama, we’re going to be late!” Naoyuki gasped, tugging at your sleeve with such unparalleled enthusiasm you couldn’t help but smile. “We have to get there before it gets too crowded!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you chuckle, letting your youngest guide you towards the exit, where a car was already on standby by the servants. Naoya had gotten a bigger car to accommodate his quickly growing family not so long ago, though unfortunately it’s not used as frequently as you would’ve liked—mainly because you weren’t comfortable driving such a big car, not without Naoya anyways... and because it’s rare that all of you go out together.

Between Naomi’s school life, your growing responsibilities the older Naobito becomes, and Naoya’s availability… yeah. What a waste.

“I hope you brought a sweater, honey. It’s going to be quite cold out there.”

“I did, mama.” He says. “I always do, Naoko doesn’t though…”

“That’s not true!” She cries back. “You’re the one that doesn’t bring one, I always have to share mine!”

“There’s no need to fight over that. dumpling” You smile. “I just need to make sure the two brought something warm to wear later on.”

“I checked if they brought something too.” Naomi adds. “So don’t worry about that, they did.”

“Thank you, pumpkin.” You say. “But it’s your siblings’ responsibility to do that… right?”

The kids nod, Naomi shrugs.

“…what about you, my love? Have you brought something warm?” Naoya suddenly asks, seizing this moment to hopefully get an interaction from you; but you simply dismiss him with a curt hum, followed by a low yes before returning to your children and helping them onto the car.

Your husband pressed his lips together in disappointment before and getting to the driver’s seat, a sight that the children could only take in with great sadness and worry, doubting if their nee-san’s plan even had a purpose.

“It’s too early for that.” Naomi comforts them. “But trust me, it’ll work.”

… she just hopes she isn’t wrong.

“What is the plan?” you murmured, trying to not get overwhelmed by the vast amount of food, games, and all in between to be found from one corner to the other. Wherever you looked, there was not a single spot that wasn’t set up to offer a good time or at least get money out of your pocket.

Well, at least your children will be thoroughly entertained, though they had another goal in mind:

«Remember, we have to make it as casual as possible. Not make anything that might look suspicious!!»

With Naomi’s cautionary words in mind, the children made haste for their attempt of stealthiness, comparable to their father when out working with curses and such—they had it in their blood after all, all they set their mind to is easily achievable.

“Let’s go here first, mama!” Naoko pointed to a nearby stand, a game that consisted of gathering points by throwing hoops. The little girl did her best to score the highest, but in the end, she barely got one.

Luckily, she was not too distraught by that fact, for she knew there was a solution to it. Or perhaps it was all part of her plan?

“Mama, tell papa to win me a prize!” she quickly demands, tugging at your yukata and pulling you towards her dad. “Pleaseeeee?”

“Ah, well, pudding, I’m sure you could tell him—”

“He can win something for mom too, you know?” Naomi suggested, and through the corner of her eye she swears seeing her father get excited at the notion, the briefest opportunity to talk to his wife and make her happy through a silly plushie…

Only to dim the light in his eye when you shake your head, saying:

“No, it’s ok. it’s not necessary, I’m fine just watching.”

Naomi sighs. She didn’t like the idea of taking a harsher approach but your attitude and her dad’s unwillingness to step up too has her reconsidering.

She didn’t want to employ this so soon, but if she must…

“I want to go on the Ferris wheel.” Naomi suddenly declares.

“Don’t you want to try out some of the games first?” You ask, somehow a bit… unsettled by her request. The reason? Only you will know.

“No, right now is perfect; if we wait a little longer there’ll be a long queue.” She explains. “And I don’t want to wait.”

“Makes sense… sure; let’s go. Anyone else wants to go?” you look at your children, they all nod.

“I think all of us.” Naomi responded. “But I’m not sure if we all fit in the same pod...”

“I’m sure we can arrange something so none of the kids are alone, how about I go with Naoyuki and Naoko, and your papa goes with Naomi and Naori?”

“But I want to go with you, mom.” Naori whines.

“Yeah, me too.” Naomi adds. “No offense, dad.”

“I’ll sit this one out, then.” Naoya responds.

“Ah, no, that’s not fair either.” Naomi frowns—she’s not about to let her father ruin this too! “We all go, or no one does.”

Naoya raises an eyebrow; since when did his little girl become so bold? Ah, he sure misses the days where she’d happily go along with whatever her parents said… but at the same time, he was glad to see the sturdy young woman, that will not take any garbage thrown at her, she had become.

“Fine, I’ll go.” Naoya says, and the family heads over to the ride, but not without him gesturing the kids to go in front of them of course, which Naomi did not agree with, not if her plan was to unfold appropriately… thankfully, she had her sibling’s loyalty to rely on, which she did not hesitate to exploit.

“Kids…” You warned, trying to take hold of one of your children but they only seemed to do what you told them not to even more! Just as… well, not really. They were always obedient. What’s gotten into them? “I need you to stand before me, please. Or we won’t go.”

“Don’t worry mom, I got it.” Naomi reassures, making you sigh. Always the reliable one, you’re glad that your daughter is someone you can trust when support is needed, though you’re not happy at the fact she seemed to have more authority than you over her siblings. Ah, but if you only knew what she was planning. “You and dad go on; I’ll get my siblings to join soon.”

Wholeheartedly expecting to see just that: your kids waiting for you to get ready before helping them up—

But the moment you and Naoya were inside, the door was firmly shut, and the ride set in motion! The employee simply doing what he was bribed into after getting a taste of the Zen’in fortune by your eldest, ensuing an exasperated, rightfully furious set of parents that quickly demanded the door to be open, less he wished to suffer the consequences.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, bastard!” Naoya fumed, still debating whether to use his technique to break free, and bring along even more severe problems, such as endangering you and everyone around… or not. He chose not to. “Open this door, now!”

“Naoya—the kids, they’re—” you fret, all kinds of horrible scenarios crossing through your mind as you glanced out the window and down to them: anticipating finding them equally distraught by this occurrence, tears soaking their cheeks as they cried to be reunited with their parents—

Only to be shocked at their reactions, not only different to what you expected, but the vast opposite!

Naomi, Naori, Naoko, and Naoyuki bearing bright smiles on their faces while waving goodbye to you and Naoya, in such optimistic matter that you could only assume was intentional.

You didn’t know whether to be elated they were far away from any immediate danger or be angry to have pulled something like this!

“Have fun!!” Naomi cheers when the two start going up.

But when you were still debating, Naoya had long set his mind.

“I’m giving all of them a piece of my mind once we get down.” Naoya warned, no one was to escape a much-deserved reprimand; though a bit harsher on the employee than with his own kids.

Until then, however. the two were forced to remain in this situation that grew quickly familiar the higher you went, culminating at the very top where each pod would have a few seconds to rejoice the view of the city at night.

The exact same situation Naoya and you found themselves many years ago, when you first—

“Are you cold?” Naoya suddenly asks, and you blink out of your thoughts, completely unprepared for his approach.

But who are you trying to fool? Naoya has been nothing but insistent when it came to reaching out to you; if anything, it should’ve been obvious he’d do so again. Perhaps your reaction stemmed more from the fact he still tried.

Even after all your rejections, he still tries.

Will this occasion be any different?

“No, I’m… fine.” You murmur, it was impossible considering all the layers underneath your kimono. “You?”

“I’m good.” He responds. Though the conversation runs ironically cold, with the two continuing to mindlessly look anywhere else but at each other.

While fidgeting at the edges of your sleeve, you try to push away the thought of that wonderful moment out of your mind. You’re probably the only one that’s thinking about it, and it would be in bad taste to bring it up after all you’ve done.

Unless he were to do it.

“This is where we shared our first kiss, wasn’t it?” Naoya notes, still gazing out the horizon. “Under the guise of wanting to enjoy the fair, you took me to the Ferris wheel and kissed me.

…

…

…

I didn’t expect you to do it, you know? I genuinely believed were just hanging out, that you only wanted to show your gratitude after I helped you out with school and some missions—the fair seemed to be the right place for it.”

You swallow, followed by a few seconds of silence that made Naoya believe you weren’t to respond, as usual, until you did.

“…That was my intention.” You slowly explain. “At least until we got here.”

“What made you change your mind?” he wonders, taken aback by this sudden, new side of the story he fondly guarded in his heart.

“I… I guess I just got overwhelmed by everything. How beautiful the city looked at night, the two of us alone, up here… and the sentiments I’ve begun to have for you after all you’ve done for me.” You confess. “I don’t know how else to explain it. I guess my heart simply… needed to do it.”

“Don’t be coy, now. You just couldn’t resist me, could you?” Naoya teases, looking at you. You blush.

“No. I guess I couldn’t.” you murmur, glancing back at him. Flustered, but mostly out of shame. Pressing your trembling lips together, you once again do what your heart demands you to.

“… I’m sorry, Naoya—for… for the horrible way I’ve been acting.” You sniveled, Naoya’s eyes widened.

“Y/N…”  He leans closer, hoping to be near enough to comfort you once the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. “I tried approaching you, make things up, but… you just kept rejecting me. Why?”

“Because I…I was ashamed.” You confess, he blinks. “I treated you horribly, spoke ill behind your back, Naoya—and the—the longer it went on, the more I felt terrible about myself. I simply couldn’t approach you. How—how could I ever look at you again after all that?”

Naoya won’t deny that your admission hurt him deeply. To hear you openly question why you even married him is a strike that reopened many of his old wounds.

But being here again, in the same exact moment that made you fall in love even more with Naoya, that you couldn’t help but pour your heart out of fear of him not feeling the same way for you anymore after all the times you’ve rejected him.

Or worse, that he had already moved on to someone else, the mere thought enough to make you delirious with sadness—

You never wanted anyone else so much in your life as you do now for him.

So how did you even dare question your relationship with him?

Had he been dreadful as a partner? Given you any indications of a poor parentage towards your kids?

No. Of course not. Never.

Naoya was, and is, the love of your life. The man of your dreams and the only person you wished to spend the rest of your days with. You will never look for anyone else if it’s not him.

It’s just that sometimes… the two might say things neither truly mean. You’re both human, after all. Emotional beings so heavily intertwined with one another; it made every little interaction far more intense.

Like your love.

“I didn’t know how to—how to make amends. I shouldn’t have said what I did but… I just… I didn’t know how to make it stop.” You continue. “So, I just foolishly kept on acting like that…hoping it would just stop.”

“You know, a simple smile from you would’ve been enough for me to forget everything.”

“This is serious, Naoya.” You refute. “I acted like a child—how could you…”

“I know, I know.” He chuckles. “But I’m not angry, not anymore that is. I’m just happy that my wife is talking to me again.”

Your lip trembles, gasping at the way his words made you feel.

“I never stopped loving you.” Naoya murmurs, leaning closer to you, up to the point where his face was simply mere inches away from you. “Nor did I ever feel anything else that wasn’t complete adoration for you during these days we were apart.”

“Even when we stopped sleeping in the same bed? Or eating at the same table?” you wonder. “Not even then did your love dwindle?”

“Well, I might’ve felt a bit resentful that I didn’t have my warm adorable mochi to cuddle with.” he says, carefully placing his arm around your waist and pulling you even closer to him. “Or my wife to talk to after a long day of work… but as I said, those things fail to matter in time when all I wanted was to see you happy again.”

“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t know you’d be a good partner and father.” You murmur. “How… how can I make it up to you?”

“I know a way you can do just that.” He teases, you blush. “But I’ll settle for something better.”

“What?”

“How about a kiss? For old times’ sake.” He suggests with a sly smirk. “Since it’s been so long, it might as well be just like the first time.”

Your eyes widen before giggling.

“What?”

“Nothing, I guess I’m glad to see you’re just as silly as ever.”

And without anything else to say, you finally close the distance between the two by softly pressing your lips onto his, just like you did all those years ago.

But instead of pouring out your newfound love, which still lives, through the form of 4 lovely children, you give him a bittersweet kiss that signified your regret, and your desire to move past this situation, to return to your husband’s arms every night and bask in his adoration.

Which he was more than glad to commit, given the way he placed his hand over your head and pulled you even closer—almost as if he were afraid of losing you the moment this kiss ended, unwilling to do so again.

Yet deep within his heart, he knew that after today, it won’t happen. Never, in fact.

“You’re sweet as ever, too.” Naoya murmurs once freeing your lips of his relentless grasp, cupping your face soon after and wiping your tears. “My spoiled princess.”

“I’m not…” you sigh, succumbing to his words. You might as well give him this small victory after all you made him go through. “Fine.”

“There she is, my bratty mochi.” He continues to tease you, pressing your cheeks together into a pout and pecking your lips once again. “My beautiful, darling mochi.”

“You’re lucky that your handsome.” You tease back, Naoya laughs.

“Really so?” he says. “I believe my true charm comes beyond my good looks.”

“It does.” You reassure him, giving him one last kiss as the ride begins to descend. “It’s always been more than that.”

Waiting by the sideline, your children anxiously glued their eyes to your pod in anticipation of results. Of the reassurance that their plans had ultimately worked and their parents returned to their usual, loving ways… if not, prepare themselves for a stage in their lives they all knew would loathe, impossible to recuperate from as they see their family crumble.

Thankfully, the sight of you smiling, a bright streak of red across your face as you allowed your husband to help you down the ride quickly struck those awful thoughts out of their mind, rushing to their parents side as they demanded one last vocal confirmation of your forgiveness, just to be sure.

Their bright, big teary eyes inspire you to kneel to their level, taking them into your arms, before doing so.

“I think we owe you an apology for involving you in our issues, and for the way I’ve been behaving. It was never your responsibility to look after us… but you still did, all of you. Thank you.” You say, looking over to Naomi whom you had no doubt was the leader of the whole thing. Her sudden interest in visiting her grandfather suddenly made sense—still, you were proud of the fact that she knew how and where to act. Oh, she’s not a baby anymore, is she? “We couldn’t have asked for better children.”

“Does it mean you still love each other?” Naoyuki asked.

“You won’t get divorced… right?” Naoko adds, Naoya scowls.

“Never. Who even mentioned anything about a divorce?” It was such an awful word to him, he would completely barren it from their vocabulary if possible. But he can’t, so instead, he’ll reassure them that it would never happen—as many times as they need. “Your mama and I love each other very much; it’ll take a whole lot for her to get rid of me.”

You chuckle.

“Really?” Naori’s eyes brighten, diving deeper into your embrace. “I’m so happy!”

“Does this mean we’ll finally enjoy the fair as a family, like we should’ve?” Naomi asks, your grin widens.

“Yeah. We will—but only if your papa goes on the rollercoaster with me! Do you know that he’s quite afraid of them? I had to bride him a few times before just to get him to ride with me!”

“That’s not true, not at all!” Naoya gasps. “You’re the one screaming all the time…”

“Of excitement! Not fear.” You jest back. “Come on now, don’t tell me you’re still scared?”

The children laugh, Naoya quickly grows red as a tomato.

While Naomi, contrary to the usual embarrassment she would’ve gotten at these very humiliating displays, doing her best to cower from the public view, smiles. Glad to see that her parents were back on their obnoxious nature—

Their overburdening, quite uncomfortable, yet ultimately endearing behavior Naomi wouldn’t want to change for anything in the world.

She’ll have plenty of other occasions to cringe at her parents, for now, she just wants to be happy.

Like she once was when nothing short of a child.

Naomi to the rescue 👉👈 as the oldest, she feels burdened to keep her family together. I don't like that, because it shows some degree of carelessness in Y/N and Naoya, but she's driven by her caring nature to do what she must to protect her loved ones—if you didn't want those traits on her then maybe you shouldn't have married a stubborn man like Naoya lol.

I don't have anything else to say except that I'm going to write that first kiss :) It's like one of the many variations of it lol. Of course, in the high school au. I already have it set up, it's just a matter of getting down to actually write it 🙈

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading this!! I do love it when I get asks with fluff + the kids 🥹❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much.

Now, take care and hope to see you soon!

p.s. naomi feeling like a child at that one last sentence makes me all warm inside 🥺😭 it's like she's my firstborn lmao. maybe she is.

[spikehunter]

Chuzzle Creepypasta

Yesterday I noticed my neighbor was having a garage sale. Hes a scary old man with yellow eyes and he works at the graveyard and is always covered in grave dirt and pieces of bones and stuff. But I wasn't scared because I respect his hardworking attitude. So I went to his garage and he had a bunch of old video games! I love video games. I picked up a box full of CD games and started looking through it and there were all the classics like Myst and Riven: The Sequel To Myst and et cetera, and then at the very back there was a game called Chuzzle 3. Now I used to love playing Chuzzle when I was a kid but I haven't played it in years, ever since the tragic accident where my friend Billy fell over and accidentally slit his throat on the disc and then it wouldnt run any more.

I held up the case for Chuzzle 3 and checked to make sure the disc was really in it. Yup its all there. I didn't even know they made a Chuzzle 3 on cd considering Chuzzle 2 came out in 2018 and it was like an iphone game, but I guess retro is coming back into style, so I didn't worry about it. I asked the old man how much for Chuzzle 3 and he looked at me strangely with a strange look on his face... "Just take it kid," he said which was really cool of him cause I only had $3 and I also wanted this dope pocket knife he had that was shaped like a wolf. I walked back home with a smile on my face, I was so excited to play Chuzzle 3 and see my friends the Chuzzles again after so many years! And also to practice some tricks with my new wolf knife. I used to love doing knife tricks when I was a kid but I haven't done it in years, ever since the tragic accident where my friend Dennis was doing knife tricks he saw on youtube and accidentally slit his throat with a balisong and then my dad took my knives away. My dad used to love taking my stuff away but he hasn't done it in years, ever since the tragic accident where he was cheating on my mom with a woman at the office and accidentally slit his throat on a business card.

I went home and put Chuzzle 3 in the computer. It took a really long time to load so I did some awesome knife tricks while I waited. When it was finally done I noticed it looked like kind of strange. There weren't any game mode selection buttons and not even any options or anything. There was just a purple Chuzzle and a button that said "Continue". The Chuzzle's eyes which were normally so happy had a strange, gloomy cast to them... almost like fear... or more accurately,... dread...

I clicked "Continue" and immediately it went into a level. It was pretty advanced, it had all the colors of Chuzzle right away and the locks were coming on fast, but I beat it quick anyway because I'm really good at Chuzzle. As I mentioned I used to play this game all the time as a kid, I would even play it instead of going to school sometimes. Honestly I never forgave Billy for ruining my Chuzzle disc. I went into the next level thinking about how much I hated his stupid ass. I didn't notice it but on the loading screen between levels, the same purple Chuzzle from the title screen was there, and its eyes were even more sad and tormented than before.

The next level was almost the same except halfway through a weird bug happened where one of the Chuzzles on the board turned into a red square. I couldn't match it with anything, I even tried to blow it up with a super chuzzle and nothing happened. I was starting to wonder if maybe this copy of Chuzzle 3 was a rare prerelease version or something. I took another look at the case and sure enough on the back it said "NOT FOR RESALE" in big black letters. Now this was really exciting, I used to love playing demo versions of games when I was a kid but I haven't done it in years, ever since the tragic accident where my friend Gerd downloaded some malware that gave him a seizure and while he was in the hospital the doctor accidentally slit his throat with a scalpel. I went back to the game and beat the level with the glitched Chuzzle no problem.

I didn't notice it but on the next loading screen there was red text above the Chuzzle that said "ITS ALREADY TOO LATE" in Jokerman font. I started playing the level and more glitched red square chuzzles appeared. There were 3 of them at once so I moved carefully and lined them up to match. When I did instead of popping cutely there was a horrible really loud sound from the speakers and all the Chuzzles on the screen exploded in blood and guts that smeared all over the screen, it was so freaky and gross I almost threw up, it was really scary. WTF was going on with this game?!?! Theres no way this was normal. I panicked and tried to eject the disc from the CD drive but nothing happened. I mashed the eject button really hard and nothing happened. When I looked back at the screen there were words written in Chuzzle blood that said "ITS YOUR FAULT". Honestly at this point I was crying and I pulled the computer plug out of the wall and the screen went black but somehow the Chuzzle level music kept playing, except it was a dark and twisted version, with the sound of a child crying softly mixed in.

I pried open the CD drive with my wolf knife (knew it would come in handy) and took the Chuzzle 3 disc out. It was burning hot and I almost dropped it. I put it back in the case and shut it. Just to be extra sure I got some packing tape and wrapped it all the way around the case. It was still light outside so I made up my mind to take this godforsaken disc back to the old man for some answers. I put my shoes back on and walked across the street, but to my surprised, his entire house was gone. It was just an empty grass lot and some stupid birds.

I went back home and sat on the couch. I didn't know what to do, I didn't even know what to think. I used to love thinking but I haven't done it in years, ever since the tragic accident where my friend Trudger thought too hard and a malevolent thoughtform slit his throat in the astral plane. He lived but he can't dream anymore and the only reason I was even hanging out with him was so he would dream up some strategies for my small business. So fuck him anyway.

I did some knife tricks for a couple hours but honestly I was getting really bored and understimulated, so I decided to give Chuzzle 3 another try. I cut the tape off with my wolf knife, plugged the computer back in, and put the disc in the tray. This time it started immediately and there was no Chuzzle on the title screen, just a shadow on the ground. I hit "Continue" and it went to a level where the board was really big, and all the Chuzzles were sad and shivering, and there were red glitched Chuzzles in a pattern that spelled out "HELL".

"What do you want from me?!," I yelled at the screen. All the Chuzzles shook and the glitched ones fell to the bottom of the board. The score meter went to 6,666,666. The normal Chuzzles still on the board started getting locked up one after the other. The lock sound was loud as hell. Every time it hit a Chuzzle it was like a gunshot through the speakers. And the scary music was still playing and it was even louder and scarier. Once all the Chuzzles were locked the whole screen went red and a line of Chuzzles that were all black except for their eyes appeared. As I looked at them, I realized with shock that they were my friends, Billy and Dennis and Gerd and Trudger, and my dad, and my other friends Yurt and Weevil who I didn't tell you about, and my twin brother Govrod, who died last year in a tragic accident where we were playing in the yard and I accidentally slit his throat with a machete. All of them were staring back at me with pure despair and hatred in their eyes. I started to feel sick. I couldn't say anything. A ninth Chuzzle slowly fell from the top of the screen... it was Me. I was crying uncontrollably. An ice cream truck drove by outside and I didn't even care.

The eight lost souls all looked at the Chuzzle of myself and started to shake like super chuzzles. They grew bigger and bigger until they crowded out the whole screen. And then they exploded. There was so so so much blood guys. Blood started coming out of the speakers and the keyboard and the other computer parts. The CD drive opened and ejected the Chuzzle 3 disc at hyper speed, and it lodged itself directly in my carotid artery. In the 2 seconds before I bled out and died, I wrote this post to warn you about "Chuzzle 3". No matter how much you love Chuzzle, DO NOT PLAY THIS GAME! IT'S NOT WORTH IT!! 2.5/10

[thevanillerose]

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Yellow police tape.Red and blue sirens.Black spirals.

How long had you been stumbling around in here? How long would you remain hopelessly trapped in this psychotic, psychedelic hell? This was the most bizarre thing that had ever happened to you in your life. Forget the weird string of murders recently, forget coming across a body yourself. Hell, forget going to the police station and first feeling that foreboding sensation in the air around you.

It all started when you went into that room...

…

“I'm so sorry you had to go through this, truly I am. You must be feeling pretty scared right now.” “Not scared, just...shocked.”

Tohru Adachi was a kind person, you thought. When you initially arrived at the station for questioning you were slightly afraid that Dojima would be the one doing it. Not that you disliked the man or anything, you just found him a little intimidating.

Adachi was a little dense, but you liked how sheepish he was. In many ways that clumsy nature reminded you of yourself. Perhaps that was what drew you to him. “Here's your tea.” He was kind enough to make you some, just a plain and kind of tasteless sort, but he explained with some embarrassment: “We don't have much better here at the station, hehe...”

“It's fine, thank you.” you smiled weakly and sipped some, at least comforted by the heat of it. The room you were being questioned in was kind of warm anyway but you still had chills after what you'd witnessed.

How could it be explained? How did that body even...get so high...?

“Sorry to push you at all [Y/N] but we really should get started with the questioning.” Adachi apologetically pulled out a notepad and flipped it open to a few pages in, clicking his pen. “Don't feel any pressure, but do try to answer me honestly.” “I will...” you set down your cup and cleared your throat.

“Good.”

It didn't go on for too long, but it felt like an age. You answered him as best as you could, voice only quivering now and then. It wasn't so bad being asked by someone that kindly, but recalling the details still turned your stomach.

Thankfully, eventually, he closed that notebook. “Alright [Y/N], that's all I need to ask you. Thanks for your cooperation. Though I'm sorry-!” he noted something with suddenly wide eyes, “-I must have made your tea go cold...” “Oh!” Remembering the cup beside you, you glanced over and touched the liquid with your fingertip, leaving a slight ripple. It really was quite cool.

“Let me get you another, since I distracted you.” Adachi stood immediately but you shook your head, getting ready to stand too. “I appreciate it but I really should get going-” “No no, I insist [Y/N]. Seriously, sit down.”

For once he almost sounded firm about it. Yet when you looked up at him you only saw that same bold yet shy man who you had met earlier this year when you first moved here. Someone who came across as simple minded even though he was a detective. A good guy by all means. “Well...if I'm not encroaching.” “Haha, of course not!”

Seeming pretty damn happy about your decision to stay, Adachi walked to the machine happily to get another teabag and some more hot water for it. Meanwhile you sat there, still a little stiffly, at the table. The rubber toe of your canvas shoe absent-mindedly kicked the metal leg beside you as your eyes scanned the room. It was a dim place, pretty damn dull, but not uncomfortable. Just drab.

The table was clear of anything but the empty saucer for your cup and a few blank papers. The cork-board on the wall was plastered with obvious news, all about the killer that had been terrorizing Inaba. Newspaper articles, photographs, maps, you name it. Any scrap of a clue that could help draw together a conclusion.

Eyes drifting to the blank screened TV in the corner, you sighed a little, catching sight of your tired reflection in it. You could only hope that they caught this guy soon before he killed anyone else. Such a monster...

“Here you are, sorry for the wait-” It really hadn't been much of a wait at all, Adachi was back in seconds. He closed the door and you didn't even hear it lock over your own noisy thoughts. He set the cup of tea before you and you gazed at it longingly, before finally lifting the cup and drinking some of it. It went down smoother this time around. You were starting to relax a little.

“Do you have any particular time you need to be back home by?” Adachi asked out of the blue, glancing up at the clock on the wall. Looking that way too, you then shrugged and turned your eyes back to him again. “7PM I guess, why?” “Oh good, I mean-” Suddenly flustered, he rubbed the back of his neck with some degree of fury, “-I don't have any more tasks today so it would be nice to have a little company to pass the time, even just for a little while.”

Admittedly that turned your cheeks pink too. Maybe you hadn't noticed it before, but was Adachi...interested in you? You were legal, that was something he didn't need to stress about, but there was still a big enough age gap for you to have always assumed that he saw you as a kid anyway. Certainly you had predicted your little heartfelt feelings for him would go unnoticed, forever one-sided.

Yet maybe you were in luck?

“Sure...I'd be happy to.” you eventually said, and he relaxed his tense posture when you agreed. “Aha, awesome.”

Time passed. He got himself some coffee and brought through some biscuits too, urging you to stay hush hush about it considering he wasn't supposed to be snacking on the job right now. “I'm surprised it's so quiet considering...” you uttered, and Adachi explained: “Most of us have been out investigating in the field, so I guess I got lucky pretty much getting the station to myself tonight.”

Just about, though you weren't sure you'd call it 'lucky'. It was a little too quiet...so you were grateful to keep having conversations with him. The topics ranged from school to work to friends to hobbies to cabbages of all things, but eventually time had crept on enough that your curfew was approaching. Adachi didn't seem to clock this until you stood up.

“Right, I really need to go now. Thank you again though.” you told him, pulling your satchel over your shoulder. He stood too, straightening his suit a bit. “You're going right now?” “Yeah, it's nearly 7PM-” you explained with your back already turned to him, pretty certain he was checking the clock and seeing you were correct.

“Thanks for the tea and the talk-” You repeated yourself somewhat and reached out to push the door handle down, only to be met with resistance. It caught you off-guard enough that you almost smashed your nose against the door. It wasn't...opening?

Why? Why wasn't it opening?

You tried again, rattling the handle a few times before turning to Adachi. “Did you lock the door? I need to leave.” “Oh! Yeah I did.” he smiled at you with wide eyes. “Well I...need to go so...” “...You need the key?”

Suddenly he produced it from his pocket, holding the glinting piece of metal up in the air. You smiled with some awkward relief. “Yes.” “Hmm.” Adachi pulled the key before his eyes, before then tapping it against his bottom lip a few times. You sweated. What the hell was he doing?

To your horror, he simply shoved it back in his pocket. “Sorry, no can do.” “...Excuse me!?” you exclaimed, completely baffled. Was he playing some sort of prank on you? “Sir, what's going on? I don't understand-”

“Why don't you sit back down and I'll explain everything.”

Something about his voice was different. Something about his face was shadowed. You pressed tight against the door and kept your sweaty palm on the handle, tightly gripping it. “No I...I want to go home now.” “...Didn't you hear me [Y/N]?” he tilted his head, eyes as wide and blank as ever, “I said sit down.”

You probably planned on protesting again, but you were oh so predictable. Adachi stormed over and grabbed your arm before you could, flinging you away from the door so hard that you ended up slamming against the edge of the table, bruising your side. “OW!” You curled up immediately, pained and holding yourself. Adachi checked the handle and examined his palm after he pulled his hand away, clenching and unclenching it a few times.

“Wow! You really are tense!” “You-!!” Struggling to your feet you already saw him coming for you in a blur of black and red. “What? What about me?”

You stumbled out of his way, letting his hands slam against the empty space on the table. Practically falling over your own feet you panted and panicked, back meeting the wall just by the television. Adachi's head remained hanging for a moment, as his body quivered violently with chuckles. “Hehehehe...you really are fast [Y/N]. Nice one...”

When his head raised again to look at you, you were struck with a sight that made your blood run cold. His once placid and endearing expression was now twisted into something truly monstrous. His face seemed barely big enough to contain a smile so wide, his once calm hazel eyes now beady pricks. The jovial, awkward blabbermouth had become a creature you couldn't recognize.

Yet you did recognize him, didn't you? He was the one behind it all. The very reason why you had come to the station so pale faced this evening. He had to be, why else would he be acting this way?

He was the killer.

“Figure it out yet? Clever girl, I was wondering when you'd catch on~” Adachi pulled his hands away from the table top and started to calmly pace around the side of it, making his gradual way towards you. You pressed ever tighter with the wall behind you, willing it to swallow you whole. Your legs felt weak and shaky, your knees ready to buckle beneath you. You blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“D-did you drug my tea!?” Adachi blinked, looking at you with a supreme sort of innocence. “How easy do you think it is to walk into a police station carrying drugs? Come on [Y/N], you're smarter than that.”

One. Two steps.

“...Monster.” His face contorted cruelly. “Maybe.”

Three...four...five...

“...Let me leave...” Adachi's lips curled with amusement and he looked aside with his eyebrows in his hairline. “Ah...are you some sort of idiot, [Y/N]?”

Coming closer and closer...

“Now you must be feeling pretty scared. Right~?”

You tried to move. You tried to bolt. He was faster this time. Palms slamming to the wall like they had done so upon the table, your eyes met with an arm suddenly when you moved, and you fell back only to meet another. Before you, his chest, and above you his head, looking down at you with cruelty as you shied against the plaster once more.

“...The world's pretty shitty, isn't it? Filled with bitches and whores...” Knowing you weren't going to try running again, Adachi relaxed his stance and allowed one hand to drift over your shoulder, fingertips then tracing along what collarbone was showing outside your shirt. “But you...I always knew you were different from them. The very first moment I saw you I realized you were smarter than any of them. Because you saw it, didn't you?” Revelling in the way you shuddered, he allowed his drifting hand to cup beneath your jaw, thumb and fingers pressing deeply into your plush skin. Adachi leaned in closer, engulfing you further within his tall shadow. “That I'm also far better than any man out there. We're on equal ground in that way, though of course you still have a lot to learn.”

His lips met your ear and he whispered seductively: “...I'll give you some lessons in respect...”

Immediately you started struggling again, punching and lashing out against his imposing figure with your hands and feet, quickly finding it was useless. His laugh echoed in your head as he pulled back and grabbed your collar, hauling you with him towards the very thing you had been staring at so intently earlier.

The TV.

Tears welled and trickled down your cheeks as he spun you round and slammed your back against the screen, pinning your wrists painfully. Looking up at him in terror you shook your head. “I-I didn't know you were like this!!” “Yeah, because I'm a really good actor.” he grinned all too happily, and a sob escaped you. His sick smile faded a little, and he removed one hand just to bring it to your face again. Thinking he was going to hurt you, you flinched, but his thumb only softly rubbed away a tear.

“Don't cry [Y/N]. This is a happy moment, trust me.” “Y-you killed a-all those people!” “Nobody that didn't deserve it.” “You're a--a monster!!” “Hahh...you've said that alre-”

Your now free hand careened across his face and struck his cheek hard enough to make the crack echo. Immediately you froze, and a sudden cry of pain left you in his place as his other hand tightened on your wrist, enough that it threatened to snap. Whimpering, you shook your head again, the same digits that had delivered that blow now raising to your lips and curling in fear. “I-I-I'm sorry...” You didn't even know if you really said it, your voice was so quiet.

Adachi's head slowly turned back, and you saw eyes that truly glowed golden, an expression so blank it was inhuman. “Oh. I guess you really are the same.”

Suddenly your shoulders were seized instead and he slammed you even harder against the TV. When the screen opened up behind you, you thought it must have smashed. Yet...you could feel yourself being...sucked in? No broken shards around you, just a hollow space. Eyes going even wider with dread, you opened your mouth to cry out for help.

“HEL-MMF-!!”

His lips quickly sealed yours shut, and you closed one eye with weak and wincing resistance as his tongue explored your mouth. Adachi kissed you ravenously to the point where you had no choice but to return some to make him stop. It was as if he had been waiting a long time for this chance.

You'd say it wasn't one sided anymore, but your own love for him had vanished completely now. If only you'd realized sooner how truly malicious he was...

When he finally broke free he let out a heavy, sultry breath, and gazed at you with hooded eyes. You were so stunned and shaken that you simply stared back up at him trembling.

A smirk grew again on his visage. He was already over that slap, because he knew he'd have plenty of time to hammer it into you. Lesson after lesson. Change you into exactly what he wanted. That was what they called 'character development', right?

The hands on your shoulders pushed hard, and the world you once knew became a box before your eyes. Within it, Adachi only showed that creepy, knowing smile. It grew wider still as his hands released you, letting you plummet with only a single parting statement:

“I look forward to watching you tonight...”

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[aetlasx]

prologue

pair: eddie munson x witch!reader

summary: Ah, memories. You journal your first day of high school, but things quickly take a turn just a few weeks later.

tw: menstruation, pad/tampons, bullying, name calling (pls lmk if there’s anything I missed)

a/n: just stick with me lol. he’ll be in the first part. Also, this is an AU!! For spooky season!! thank you so much for reading!!

*the chat font is the diary entry and it goes back to normal at the end*

August 22nd, 1983 It's been a few months since i've written in this thing. I thought it'd be a good time to start now since I finally made it to high school!

You know what that means? Four more years till I leave this shithole!! Better than five. June was actually waiting by the door when I got home, she really wanted to hear every detail of how it went. I told her about my classes, I have Jonathan in two and Nancy in several. I told her how the school and people were so different from anything I was used to. But, it doesn't take her long to find something wrong with the way I think. She started with her usual warnings and advice, all the things I need to avoid, all the mistakes I shouldn't make. I know she's just trying to protect me, but it feels like she can never have trust in her little sister.

On the other hand, at least Teddy asked if I had fun. He's always been the one who knows how to lighten the mood, especially knowing how his wife is. He asked about my teachers and any clubs that looked cool enough to join. He even asked about Jonathan and Nancy.

Jonathan was definitely not as excited as me. He's quite, but he's always been that way.I know that his mom was excited for his first day of high school, she even convinced him to bring his camera. Right now, I'm trying to convince him to join the newspaper but he just shrugs me off. And Nancy, well, although it's been one–girl is practically glow. Within just 8 hours of the school day, she was able to meet a boy. She kept gushing about him and is pretty excited for the rest of the school year here. I'm genuinely happy for her.

Before June could add her two cents, I interrupted her with how I stopped by Aunt Claudia's after school to see how Dustin's day went. He was already sprawled out on the couch, 'exhausted' from fighting with his new math teacher. It had been a bit since I had seen them, I slaved away my summer at my job so stopping by, I felt grateful that they weren't even mad. I'll have to start hanging out with him again.

Anyways, I’m determined to make the most of freshman year with my friends. I’m ready to prove that I’m more than just a product of this stupid town.

Wish me luck!!

September 16th, 1983

I think I lied. I don’t know where to start…but a four year wait is too long. I don’t know where it all went wrong but it started over the weekend.

Sometimes I’d like to think that if my mom was still around, this wouldn’t have happened. Hell, June is like my mom, why did it happen. I’m talking about mother nature’s gift. It seemed as though no on thought to inform me that a girls first period would be this chaotic.

Nance and I had a movie night planned. I hadn’t really talked to her much, only in class, because her new boy toy or whatever—Steve Harrington, was taking up most of her time. I thought this would be a good time to just catch up and gossip, I was wrong. That Friday was horrible. I ended up throwing up, getting the chills, my body ached to no end. But I was still determined to make movie night happen, especially since June and Teddy were gone for the weekend.

As I was dying on the couch, Nancy finally showed up. But to my disappointment, it was only to cancel. Her and Steve were going out on their first date. I don’t know if it was how hot I was feeling or my intestines twisting, but black spots started clouding my vision. I just remember her screaming for Steve and once I knew it, I woke up in the hospital.

What I’m about to write, I’ll say with confidentiality…probably because I’m the only one reading this. Whatever.

A period is probably normal for all females. What’s not normal is having to go to the hospital and having your best friend’s boyfriend make fun of you because the doctor called you a late bloomer. I mean, she apologized but, if I could’ve just died on that bed, I wouldn’t be here.

Even June lectured me when I interrupted her weekend getaway. The whole ride home she kept complaining and saying ‘how could I not know’ and ‘you just gave us another unnecessary bill’. Like, sorry my baby’s natural response has ruined something for you.

Fuck. That’s not even the worst part. When Monday came back around, everyone was looking at me when I walked in. I know how cliche it sounds after what had just happened but knowing how popular Harrington was and who his friends were, he had already told the whole school by now. During gym, Carol and a few other girls threw pads and tampons at me. I got called ‘Bloody Mary’ and ‘Leak Freak’ in the hallways, at lunch, and anytime anyone had the chance. I tried to stay strong, I even hoped Nancy would say something to me during class or at least when she saw me but she just looked at me with sympathetic eyes. It’s just hard to believe that a few weeks ago, everything was fine. We were making fun of our teacher, gossiping with Barb, and even went shopping but I guess things change. Now when I look at her I’m just consumed with rage.

Jonathan has been supportive, though. The evening I got out of the hospital, he had actually brought over some of my favorite snacks and listened to me cry all night. Even when the mocking was bad, he’s stuck by my side. He’s told some kids to fuck off, walks me to class, and I’m grateful, don’t get me wrong but knowing that I have to wake up and go through it again doesn’t really ease my pain.

I feel like my chances of making friends and actually joining some clubs are ruined. When I try talking to some new, they give me dirty looks. When I go to ask about different clubs, they turn me away. I’ve lost hope. Thought this was suppose to be a fresh start but I guess not.

And just to add more salt to the wound, I haven’t been able to sleep. Every time I close my eyes and drift to away, I’m met with such an unsettling environment. The atmosphere is thick, groggy, red. It’s coated in fog, but a man I’ve never seen before always walks through it. He says his name is Henry, he starts talking about my worries and pain. It’s always the same—he says he’s ‘there to help me’, he’s there to ‘take away the pain because he knows what it’s like’. I truly don’t know what has caused my subconscious to create things like this but I guess I’m just tired of feeling like shit.

I don’t even know why I bother keeping a journal around. Sometimes I feel like I won’t even be here in the future to reminisce on the shitty days like this. Why would I even? I guess it’s just easier to write these things down than having to say them out loud. I thought I’d be able to make my sister, aunt, cousin, and friends proud, but I’m starting to think I’m just not cut out for this.

Closing the diary, the blonde places it back in the shoebox you hid it in. Pushing it back under your bed, standing from the place he sat. A satisfied smirk on his face.

He’d been following your turmoil closely, knowing that this was just the turning point. Your struggles were feeding into his plans. This entry was straw that broke the camels back—your vulnerabilities, your fears, and your desperations. It was almost too easy.

“Your suffering is almost poetic,” Henry said to himself, walking out of your room, your house, determined to take action now. He planned to finally confront you, to force you to acknowledge the full extent of what your destiny could be with his help—with what he had to offer.

[rekino2114]

I'm all for a part 2 on the chiaki comforting fic. I like sonia too, though at first I didn't like her, lol. Gundham, I feel neutral towards even if he is kinda cool to me.

Chiaki nanami with a cheated on reader

Part 2 to this

Pairing:chiaki nanami x male reader

A/n:I had the same experience with sonia, gundham is like top 5 gd characters for me but that's just cause I like theatrical and dramatic characters, chiaki is still my favorite though.

It's been two months since your relationship with sonia ended, and while you were still hurt about that, thanks to your friends, and especially chiaki, you had kinda gotten over her and felt a lot better

"Hm chiaki....is everything alright?"

"O-oh yeah Hajime don't worry about it"

"Are you sure? You seem to be staring at y/n a lot"

"........do you think he's OK?"

"Oh, you mean after the thing with sonia, i think he's doing alright, nagito told me he seems way happier now, even when sonia or gundham are near him"

"That's good"

"You really care about him, don't you?"

"Y-yeah, I really do, if I have to be honest I think I love him"

"....yeah...it was...pretty obvious"

Chiaki blushed before sheepishly looking at her friend

"W-was it really that obvious?"

"To be frank, yes, you always look at him with loving eyes and blush and turn away when he notices you, not to mention how angry you got when you found out sonia cheated on him"

"Can you blame me? Why did that princess cheat on an amazing guy like him anyway? Only thinking about it makes me mad"

".....right, anyway I think you should confess"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think he likes you too, he looks at you the same way you do to him"

"Oh I never noticed"

"Well, neither did he, so I guess you were made for each other"

The gamer laughed at Hajime's joke before gaining a determined look on her face

"Ok I will"

"That's great he's right there, I'll be rooting for you"

She gave him a smile before walking to where you were

"Hey, hey y/n do you mind if I talk to you for a while?"

"Oh, of course, especially since it's you, chiaki."

"T-thank you"

She sat near you and took a deep breath

"Y/n I have something to tell you, I think I'm in love with you"

".....really?"

"Yes, for a long time actually, even before you and Sonia broke up, I obviously couldn't tell you that while you were dating. when you broke up, I was incredibly angry at her but also a bit relieved that I could reveal my feelings"

"........"

"I-if you don't feel the same, then I hope we can still be friends"

Chiaki thought your silence meant a rejection, so she closed her eyes and waited for embarrassment, but instead, she was very surprised when she found her lips being kissed by yours but quickly melted into it

"I love you too chiaki, you helped me so much with my breakup, and I couldn't help but fall for you, I'd love to be your boyfriend"

"That's amazing, thank you so much, I promise I will never ever cheat on you or treat you like Sonia did"

"Don't worry I know, you're not the kind of person who'd do that"

"I'm glad you think so, I already love you so much"

"Me too"

You two kissed again before chiaki pulled a Nintendo switch from her backpack and began playing with you. Both of you very happy of your new relationship

[xoxojunene]

Can I request an sbg x reader who is a d1 crashout and usually gets mad at very small things. (Basically, like Ben, after he lost his voice, but 20 times worse) and can u make her s scene girl

𝜗𝜚 a/n : I hope you this was okay....uh I lwk messed up and didn't make it crash out-y enough, but I'm too tired to re-write... I tried my best since I'm not scene, or a crash out (except for when it's my siblings or friends.) I had a lot of fun writing it tho 😓🤞 so yeah but anyway sorry this was a little late, track started so I'm busy now. ☹️

⬫ warning : ➜ some swearing and bullying I guess?

⬫ words : ➜ 505

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(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) crash out scene girl reader

╰► with ﹫ sbg main six

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୨୧ It was the first day back to school, you made your way through the halls. You arrived late to your class, due to getting so lost, but you weren't the only one, behind you arrived two kids, they looked a lot alike so you assumed they were siblings of sorts. You settled down at your assigned seat, as your teacher introduced himself and had students go around and introduce themselves, you didn't pay too much attention but your assumptions were proven right that the two siblings, named Taylor and Tyler Hernandez, were siblings, twins. You also heard a few other names, Logan, Ashlyn, Aiden and Ben.

You guys were all assigned in a group together for the trip to Savannah. The others knew of you, and your “lashing out” and how you were considered “weird” for your style. Taylor was the first to talk to you, or at least acknowledge you, by complimenting your hair. “I love your hair. The color is so pretty, what dye do you use?” She asked you, with a look that seemed curious and welcoming. “I use iroiro. I think it's more vibrant and long lasting that box dye at Walmart, it's a bit expensive though.” You told her, with a smile, happy that someone is curious about your style and not picking on you for once.

Aiden chimed in, not surprising since he's extroverted from what you've seen in other classes, to say he liked your necklace, asking where it is from, “Cool necklace, where'd ya get it?” “I got it from a thrift store, I go to them a lot to find stuff because it's cheap, even if it's a hit or miss sometimes.”

As the bell rang, everyone was leaving and you were packing up your stuff, when you felt an eraser hit the back of your head. You turned around to see Barron and a few of his friends. “What the hell was that for?” You yelled, earning a chuckle from Barron. “It wasn't me!” He replied playing dumb. “You're such a jerk, gosh. Get a life you asshole!” You screamed, feeling blood flush to your face. The others flinched at the noise. You clenched your hands into tight fists, leaving indentations on your palms.

As you walked out of class, you put your headphones on. You felt a tap on your shoulder, and went to pause your music. When you turned around Ben was standing there typing something out "Are you alright?" the text read. You nodded and offered him a soft smile, "Yeah, just got worked up I guess. Barron's just a jerk." You reassured him.

A few months later, you are all at Aiden's house playing Roblox, someone decided you all should play an obby. As y'all loaded on and played the game, obviously, got harder. You were stuck on a certain stage, Ashlyn complained "Come on already, it's not that hard. Just tap quicker." You groaned and kept clicking "Bro flip this!" You shouted and quit the game, throwing your phone aside.

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ᗢ that's all because...I lwk don't know how to end it.....I hope you liked it anyway bai.

➜ with lots of love, zmbie! 💗

p.s please request I have lots of fun writing. :3

[tozettastone]

The Itachi/Fuyumi (OC) fic has some fun worldbuilding I like. There's this little bit about mnemonic devices used to warn non-village ninja kids about others ninjas' bloodline limits? I like to think a lot of stuff like that develops in the informal systems and networks outside the villages.

This is naturally only revealed during absurd pillow talk, so I present that to you below for amusement:

(NSFW text under the cut, mentions pregnancy as something to be prevented.)

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[Itachi's] eyes were very distant. "Perhaps." Then something seemed to occur to him, and he jolted amid the pile of pillows on Fuyumi's bed. "Contraceptives."

"I'm way ahead of you," said Fuyumi. "As cute as your eyes are —"

"Cute," he repeated, dubiously.

"— very cute. I love the spinny thing —"

'Spinny thing,' he mouthed.

"— I'm not interested in becoming broodmare to the most wanted baby in the elemental nations. I did the technique before we even got here."

"Nevertheless," he said, hard-voiced and without hesitating, "I want to watch you do it. Do it again."

Fuyumi frowned at him. He stared back.

"Er. That's okay I guess... But I don't know what happens if you do it twice. Can't be that bad though, right? People must get drunk and forget they've done it all the time?"

"That's not a common scenario among the general population," Itachi said. "Aren't you projecting your failings of character onto other people?"

Which just went to show, Fuyumi thought, that Itachi had spent his whole missing-nin-hood among some real freaks out there with the Akatsuki. In her experience, most missing-nin reeled from contract to contract and spent their downtime at bars, like normal people.

"You're so mean that sometimes it almost passes for actually having a sense of humour," she told him, bemused.

She let him watch her flick through the seals for the contraceptive technique and slap her palm on her belly. It wasn't a particularly advanced use of chakra. There were some killer contraceptive techniques out there, including one — based on field mice! — that could just kind of defer the implantation of a fertilised egg for six months, delaying the pregnancy. Fuyumi's mother knew that one, but she'd never had the control to get it right herself. She wouldn't have used it, anyway: she didn't want a baby, and she definitely didn't want an Uchiha baby.

Bloody oath, that'd be a nightmare.

Itachi watched her like a hawk, red eyes spinning their pretty pinwheels. Even when he wasn't trying to capture you with them, they were mesmerising to see in action.

"Happy?" she asked, watching them spin in lazy circles. They were so cool to watch. Dangerous, sure. But cool. "Hey, can you see, like, the jizz physically dying, or what?"

"No." He made an appalled face. She sensed he was — once again — speedrunning the stages of grief about the life choices that had brought him to her. "I can see the flow of chakra well enough to tell if you did it correctly," he said, and his eyes turned dark again. "Fuyumi-san, has nobody warned you not to stare directly into a sharingan?"

"Yeah. There's a whole mnemonic for doujutsu, you know. 'If you see red, he's in your head', 'if it's white, say goodnight'," she sing-songed dutifully. "There's like, I don't know, seven rhymes. But there's such a thing as risk assessment too. What are you gonna do? Kill me?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "Steal me away and have your wicked, wicked way with my pale quivering virgin flesh?"

"Place you under a genjutsu and use you as a scapegoat for my criminal activities," Itachi suggested, waaaay too fast for it to be an example selected at random. Then he paused.

In a tone that suggested he already regretted the asking, he asked: "Virgin?"

"Itachi-san! Are you suggesting I might not be a virgin? How inappropriate." She smacked her naked thigh into his. He didn't budge.

He blinked his dark eyes at her. Opened his mouth. Closed it.

"...Ridiculous," he muttered, and looked away, pink cheeked. Aww.

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(the other Covenant Fic Excerpt is over here, if you missed it)

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: another fun request!

Warnings: 18+! smut/fluff.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You were the best healer Uhtred and his men had ever met, and they were more than happy when you agreed to travel with them. But when one evening secrets were revealed around the campfire, the night took an unexpected turn.

wordcount: 2,3k

Masterlist

'A man never made you finish?'

'Osferth?' Finan grinned.

'Fine,' the monk sighed, 'I was humping one lady when another lady thought I would marry her. And they fought over me.'

'What?' you laughed, shocked.

''Tis true,' Uhtred laughed, 'I saw it happen. More than once, and I'm sure it won't be the last.'

'Aye, I can confirm that too,' Finan said, 'must've learned it from his father.'

You all laughed as Osferth muttered something inaudible.

'And what about you, Finan?' you asked, helping Osferth out with his embarrassment, 'tell us a secret about you.'

'I once fell in love with a lady,' Finan sighed, 'a beautiful lady. And I didn't even hump her, but I still love her, and it's been years.'

'Eadith?' Sihtric asked.

'Eadith,' Finan confessed.

'Who is Eadith?' you asked.

All the men mumbled how Eadith was a blessing and that she truly belonged with Finan, but it just never happened.

'I'm sorry,' you told Finan.

A silence fell and you all stared into the flames in front of you, as you sat under the clear night sky on a cool summer eve.

'Sihtric?' you grinned at the Dane next to you.

'I was once married,' he confessed to you, 'to a whore.'

'Y-you… what?' you snorted, 'is that true?' you looked around the campfire at the other men, who all laughed, nodded and said he was now divorced.

'You guys have lived a hundred lives it seems,' you smiled, 'and you're still single now?'

'I am,' Sihtric said with a cheeky smile.

'Interested?' Uhtred taunted.

'No, just prying into your lives,' you said, 'and what is your truth, Uhtred?' 

'I have a son who believes in the nailed god,' Uhtred said, 'and I despise him for that.'

No one had a snarky remark to that, and everyone felt the energy drop around the fire. Until Finan coughed and said, 'anyway, now it's your turn, lady, spill it.'

'Don't make it a sad fact,' Osferth smiled. 

'Okay, well,' you thought for a moment, 'this might be a sad fact actually,' you snorted and noticed how all the men sat up a little, focusing on you, as you were still relatively new and a mystery to them.

'In all my life,' you began, 'no man who ever humped me,' you paused, seeing three pairs of eyes grow big with anticipation, 'has been able to fully satisfy me.'

The men were quiet, and all that was heard was the crackling fire and an owl hooting in the distance. Finan's mouth fell slowly open, Osferth looked at you with raised eyebrows, Uhtred desperately tried to hold his laugh and Sihtric just smirked at you.

'You're joking, aye?' Finan eventually said, in disbelief.

'I truly wish I was,' you shrugged.

'You mean,' Uhtred laughed, 'a man never made you finish?'

'That is exactly what I mean, lord.'

'Ever?' Osferth frowned.

'You men are just selfish,' you chuckled, 'once you're done, you think we are done. When in reality, we weren't even close.'

All the men abruptly muttered and defended themselves, saying they were good lovers and the women they had been with had never complained, which started an argument among the men and they soon already forgot about your confession. You laughed and rolled your eyes, then took a sip from your cup as you felt Sihtric's eyes on you. You turned your head and met his gaze. He was not arguing with the others, instead, he raised his eyebrow and gave you a cocky look. Which you didn't mind, because in truth, the Dane had caught your attention since you first met him a little while ago, but it was only during this trip that you got to know him a little better. 

You had patched Sihtric up a few times. You had soon found out that the pretty boy was a little clumsy, and often tripped over his feet, or simply slipped and fell down a track in the forest, earning a few cuts and bruises. But as clumsy as he was during his travels, the more skilled he was on the battlefield, which had surprised you. You expected him to be completely battered and bruised after the last battle, but he only had a few cuts and minor bruises. Yet he still came to see you, pretending his wounds were near fatal, and you couldn't deny he had you wrapped around his finger, but you had him wrapped around your finger all the same. You both just played it cool and didn't make any advances. But something was different about Sihtric that night, the way he had looked at you, with that cocky look and a hint of mischief in his eyes. 

As the other men argued, you kept your eyes locked on each other for a little too long, and you just knew that you and Sihtric would be the last ones to sit around the fire that night.

Everyone had gone to their tents to get a good night's rest, except for you and Sihtric, as you had expected. You both stared into what was left of the fire. The cool night air quietly filled itself with tension as Sihtric laid back, propped up on one elbow, and you lightly leaned against his shoulder.

'I bet I could treat you well,' Sihtric suddenly whispered, looking up at you.

You stared at him, an eyebrow raised, 'oh really?' you grinned.

'In fact,' Sihtric's eyes trailed down to your lips, 'I can guarantee you, by the time I'm done with you, you will be screaming my name.'

'That's a bold claim,' you scoffed.

'Would you like me to prove it to you?' Sihtric asked, smiling.

You considered his offer, but only for a split second, and then you told him that if he doesn't live up to his words, you'd never let him forget it, which he accepted. 

Sihtric took your hand and pulled you into his tent, where he was fast to kiss you, slow and tender, which you didn't expect from the otherwise seemingly rough warrior, but it was a pleasant surprise. And it felt easy, almost natural, to strip each other of all clothes in between kisses. Sihtric chuckled as he looked at your figure in the dim candle light, his rough hands moving over your sides.

'I've been thinking of you ever since we met,' he smiled and pulled you down onto the soft furs with him, 'every night,' he sighed before he kissed you again. 

You smiled against his lips and allowed the Dane to take full control, granting him permission to try and make you finish, for once. You had to admit that the way he kissed and touched you, definitely made you more aroused than you had ever felt before, and you figured he was off to a good start. Not much later Sihtric kissed his way down your body.

'Has a man ever finished you with his tongue?' he grinned, to which you shook your head. 

Even that never happened. You saw Sihtric's eyes had darkened, and soon you felt his face between your thighs, his tongue licking you in all the right ways, in between soft kisses and sighs. Sihtric held you in place, his rough hands firmly gripping your thighs as you squirmed at the feeling of him. His tongue, his lips, his soft hums and the roughness of his facial hair was enough to bring you to your climax already.

'You want to finish, little healer?' Sihtric smirked as your moans intensified.

'Please,' you breathed heavily, gripping his hair and forcing his mouth down on your again, 'oh, gods,' you moaned and squealed when you felt his mischievous laugh vibrate against your core.

'Guess I'll finish you twice in one night, my lady,' Sihtric chuckled.

And merely seconds later, he pushed you over the edge with his tongue. You came with a high pitched moan, your hand pulling his short hair as you arched your back, locking your legs around his neck, feeling his tongue inside you before you fell back onto the furs, completely out of breath. 

Sihtric licked his lips and wiped his mouth, satisfied as he pulled away from you, moving up to take your chin in his hand, and he kissed your lips gently.

'Gods,' you laughed as the Dane smirked at you, proud of his first achievement of the night, and he pulled you up to him as he sat back.

You straddled his lap and Sihtric laced his fingers with yours, smiling sweetly before kissing your lips again.

'Did you like that?' his low, raspy voice made you lightheaded, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

'Mhm,' you hummed and nuzzled his nose softly as Sihtric trailed his hands lightly up and down your bare back, 'you made half your promise true,' you chuckled.

'Hm, don't worry,' Sihtric laughed softly, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, 'I will fulfill my entire promise, just tell me when you're ready for me.' 

'I'll need a moment,' you giggled and bit down on your lip as Sihtric gave you a sweet smile and a quick understanding nod.

He gently pushed you to lay down on your back again and moved on top of you, propped up on his elbows, gently caressing both your warm cheeks with his rough thumbs. And Sihtric gazed into your eyes, which suddenly told you this was more to him than just wanting to prove he could please you. And you were right. Sihtric didn't want to just please you. He wanted to honour you and love you. Because he had been in love with you since he had met you. And tonight, even if it was just for this one night, he thought, you were finally his. And Sihtric suddenly felt overwhelmed with his love for you, taking him by surprise, and he crashed his lips into yours. He captured you in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring his love out with soft moans as his fingers moved up in your hair, tangling your locks in a firm grip. You smiled against his lips when a sudden rush of butterflies made you feel giddy, and Sihtric pulled away slightly.

'You okay?' he asked, out of breath.

'Yeah,' you sighed, 'I think I'm ready, Sihtric,' you smiled.

He exhaled sharply at your words, and moved into a slightly more comfortable position. And whereas you had expected him to fuck you like a wild savage, which you wouldn't have minded in all truth, he entered you slow and gentle, allowing you to adjust to him. You sighed at the feeling of his length inside you and you smiled at him, fully allowing yourself to fall in love with him. Even if it was, possibly, only for one night.

'Feels good for you, sweetheart?' Sihtric whispered in your ear, to which you hummed with a satisfied smile.

'I promise I'll make you finish,' he breathed as he began to thrust into you, slow and deep.

And he made tender, sweet and passionate love to you. His hand cupped your cheek as he held your hip gently with his other, grinding his sweaty, muscular body against yours, while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

And Sihtric felt your hands all over him; his back, his hips, his shoulders, his chest, and in his hair. You earned a heavy grunt from the warrior when you softly tugged his hair in pleasure, and it made your walls tighten around him.

'You feel so nice,' you moaned, 'gods, so nice.' 

'So do you, my love,' he husked and pecked your lips, 'oh, my love,' he sighed, with a desperate pitch.

And then Sihtric moved his body, just slightly, suddenly taking you in that perfect angle and you threw your head back into the furs. The overwhelming sensation of your climax was approaching, and you grabbed onto Sihtric's body wherever you could, begging him for more while he kept his steady, head spinning slow pace up. And he chuckled softly when he felt you nearing your high.

'Am I good to you, darling?' he whispered in your ear, breathing heavily.

'S-so good,' you mewled, 'gods, so good. Don't stop, please, my love, don't stop,' you begged, 'I've never felt this good before.'

'I won't stop until you finish,' he purred, 'I promise,' he smiled and kissed your lips, 'come, my love, finish for me,' he whispered, brushing his lips over yours, 'I can feel that you want to.'

'Sihtric, please,' you pleaded, your nails digging into his broad shoulders.

'Oh, that's it,' he moaned, slowly thrusting deep inside you, and he circled his arm around your waist, supporting you as you arched your back into him, 'that's it, darling,' he sighed, starting to struggle as his own climax approached, 'you can give it to me, you deserve to release it.' 

When Sihtric leaned his forehead against yours, and bucked his hips into you once more, you finally allowed yourself to surrender to him, and to yourself. Finally feeling what it's like to be finished by a man, only seconds before you felt him spill inside you, and it was a feeling of pure bliss, which made your head spin for a long moment after Sihtric had already pulled out and cleaned you both up.

He then pulled you in his arms, covering you both up with a soft blanket, and he held you tight, occasionally pecking your skin with his lips, waiting for you to come back down from your high, while he still felt like he was in another dimension himself. After a little while you chuckled softly, to which Sihtric frowned and gave you a cheeky look.

'Care to share your amusement?'

'No, just… I can't believe how gentle you were,' you smiled, 'and… I guess I have to thank you, for this night.'

'It was all my pleasure,' Sihtric kissed your cheek, 'and if you wish to spend more nights with me,' he smiled, 'I will always welcome you.'

'But what if I might have feelings for you?' you joked, except not really, 'would that be a problem… or make things weird?'

'Lady,' Sihtric smiled, 'I've had feelings for you for a long time already.'

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