#because i just need to be annoyed for a moment before i remember the golden rule of fandom

[legendof]

not to be a bitter shipper on main but could RJ have given us like, at least a week to enjoy the thought we would get to see Daniel's turning in S3 :/

[ikkyfics]

Hello author, can i request a part two dor divination? Maybe the vision finally came true and its all just fluffy? Thank youu

Realization

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: “Remember the Divination classes?” James asked suddenly, his voice light, almost as if talking to himself. “Yeah,” you murmured, feeling the memory bring an unexpected warmth to your chest. “She really got that one right.”

Warnings: just fluffy - after Hogwarts(married with children), a very cute little Harry

A/N: hey honey, I hope you like it

Divination - Masterlist

The night in Godric’s Hollow was calm, the silence only broken by the soft crackling of the fireplace and the slow ticking of the clock on the wall. The golden light from the flames cast delicate shadows on the walls and filled the living room with a warm, cozy glow. It was one of those rare and perfect moments where time seemed to slow down, as if the world outside didn’t even exist.

Harry was on the floor, on the plush rug that covered most of the room, surrounded by colorful magical blocks he was trying to stack. He furrowed his brow, his little face serious as his tongue slightly poked out the side of his mouth. The newly built tower collapsed once more, and he let out an annoyed grunt before suddenly getting up.

James was sprawled on the couch, his feet resting on the coffee table, watching his son with eyes full of amusement. You were sitting on the floor with Dahlia standing between your hands, propping her tiny arms on yours to keep her balance. She let out squeals of joy every time she managed to take a wobbly step or two before safely falling back onto the rug. Each of her attempts was met with laughter, claps, and kisses on the top of her little head.

“Again, little one, come on,” you encouraged softly, lifting her under her armpits and raising her into the air. Dahlia giggled in her tiny voice, her round cheeks flushed from the effort, her eyes sparkling with pure joy. She looked like a miniature version of you, the features so alike that even James had commented more than once how it threw him off a little.

At that moment, Harry, who was facing away from you, found James’s glasses abandoned on the coffee table. He picked them up carefully, turning them in his little hands as if they were a treasure. Without a second thought, he put them on, the large lenses slipping down his nose.

“Dad!” he called, stumbling over his words as he turned around with a big smile. “Look, now I’m you!”

James’s laughter echoed through the room, that loud and carefree laugh that brightened any place. He threw his head back, his hands covering his face for a moment before he stretched out his arms to Harry.

“Merlin, you look just like me!” James said, his voice full of affection. He scooped his son into his arms, messing up his already wild hair even more. “You just need to try flying on a broomstick and get into trouble, and I’ll have to retire because my legacy will be secured.”

Harry laughed, adjusting the glasses that kept slipping. “I’m going to fly better than you, dad,” he declared with all the confidence in the world, which only made James laugh more.

“Of course you will, Prongslet. That’s the spirit.”

On the other side of the room, you watched the scene with a smile so wide your cheeks ached. Dahlia, now in your lap, stretched her little hands toward her dad and brother, babbling something that sounded like a demand for attention. James looked at her and froze for a second, his smile softening as he watched the little one in your arms.

He stayed silent for too long, his gaze almost absorbed as he studied Dahlia’s face, so identical to his. You noticed the moment and furrowed your brow slightly, your voice soft as you asked,

“What’s wrong? Why the silly look?”

James turned his gaze to you, that silly grin still shining on his lips, and then looked back at his daughter, as if he were trying to memorize every detail of her.

“It’s you,” he murmured, his voice so low that it barely reached your ears. “Smaller, cuter, but… it’s you.”

Your heart warmed, melting like butter under the sun. The look of adoration he gave his daughter was the same he reserved for you, and that always affected you in an inexplicable way.

“Careful, James,” you teased, your voice sweet. “She might end up wanting to fly better than you too.”

James chuckled softly, letting Harry slide off his lap as he stood up and walked over to you. He crouched down beside you, his arms extending around both of you.

For a moment, you stayed like that: Dahlia in your lap, Harry playing again with the blocks, and James too close, his presence as comforting as a warm blanket.

“Remember the Divination classes?” he asked suddenly, his voice light, almost as if talking to himself.

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Those classes? James, that was years ago.”

He laughed, resting his head on your shoulder while still looking at their daughter, now yawning and rubbing her eyes. “I know. But… I remember her talking about a boy with glasses. Just like his dad.”

His gaze softened as you also looked at Harry, who was now grumbling softly because another block tower had fallen. A boy with his father’s messy hair and huge glasses. It was truly remarkable.

“Yeah,” you murmured, feeling the memory bring an unexpected warmth to your chest. “She really got that one right.”

James turned his face to look at you, his expression so tenderly affectionate that it felt like your heart might leap out of your chest.

“And I also remember saying that I would prefer… a girl,” he continued, his eyes shining softly. “Someone who looked like you.”

The mention caught you off guard, an unexpected wave of emotion rising within you. Your smile was automatic, even though a stubborn tear threatened to fall.

“And here we are,” James murmured, kissing the top of Dahlia’s head as she finally fell asleep in his arms. “Who would’ve thought, huh? It seems like the future really was written. We just took our time seeing it.”

You smiled, one of those smiles that starts slow, spreading across your whole face, as you watched Dahlia’s little closed eyes. His words brought a warm feeling to your chest, mixed with old memories that seemed to come from another life.

“We really did,” you replied, resting your head on James’ shoulder, feeling his familiar warmth. “If it depended on you, we’d have been together since first year.”

James chuckled softly, looking at you with that mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

“I wasn’t wrong, let’s be honest,” he said, with a voice as if declaring a universal truth. “I spent six years trying to prove I was irresistible, but no… you preferred to ignore me. Ignore me, can you believe that?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, amused. “I’d call it common sense.”

James put on a mock expression of outrage, placing his free hand on his chest as though he’d been struck with an arrow. “Common sense? And when did you decide to lose that?”

“Sometime around sixth year,” you replied, trying not to laugh. “When you became less… unbearable.”

“Unbearable?” He blinked a few times, indignant. “Come on, love, you make it sound like I was the worst of the Marauders. Everyone knows Sirius was the problem.”

“Oh, of course,” you agreed, the tone ironic but playful. “Because Sirius, who by the way is the godfather who spoils the godson the most, didn’t learn from you how to be impossible.”

James laughed, shaking his head. “Sirius didn’t learn anything from me. He was born that way.”

You laughed louder but quickly put your hand over your mouth when Dahlia stirred in your lap. James looked down at her lovingly and kissed her forehead again, murmuring a “shhh, it’s all right.”

At that moment, Harry appeared in the room, rubbing his eyes with the cuff of his sweater. His hair was even more tousled than usual, and his oversized glasses— which he had taken earlier— were almost falling off his nose.

“Are you talking about Uncle Sirius again?” he asked, his voice heavy with sleep.

James let out a contained laugh and reached out his free arm to pull Harry in. The boy easily settled onto his lap, snuggling between you and James.

“Of course. We always talk about Uncle Sirius, especially when he’s not around to defend himself,” James replied, smiling at Harry. “It’s the price he pays for being the most impossible of uncles.”

Harry chuckled, his eyes almost closing again with sleep. You ran your fingers softly through his hair, feeling how warm and comfortable he was.

“But he brought chocolate yesterday,” Harry mumbled, his voice muffled against James’ chest.

“And ruined your dinner,” you said, rolling your eyes with a light smile. “Not even Remus can control Sirius when he decides to spoil you two.”

James nodded, amused. “That’s because Remus is a saint. I never understood how he puts up with Sirius even now.”

Harry lifted his head again, his little face scrunched up in curiosity. “But Uncle Remus likes Uncle Sirius.”

“He likes him a lot,” James confirmed, kissing Harry’s forehead, enveloping him in a warm embrace with both arms. “Uncle Remus and Uncle Sirius were made for each other, just like your mother and I.”

Harry smiled at you, his little eyes almost closing. “So you’re the same?”

You exchanged a quick glance with James, feeling the warmth spread across your face. He gave you a sweet smile, though full of playful provocation.

“Yes, Harry. But don’t forget to tell your mum I’m more charming than Uncle Sirius, okay?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hold back a laugh. “More charming? James, what else do you want him to say? That you’re irresistible?”

James smiled openly, turning his gaze back to you. “I’d love to hear that again.”

Harry let out a little laugh, though he was already almost asleep again. You shook your head, amused, before looking at James more softly.

“All right,” you murmured, surprising him. “You’re irresistible, James Potter.”

James’ eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe it, before breaking into a slow, passionate smile. “Did you hear that, Harry? Irresistible. Next time Uncle Sirius says something, you defend me, okay?”

“Okay, Dad,” Harry whispered, with a sleepy smile before finally closing his eyes.

The silence returned to the room, warmed by the sound of the fire crackling in the hearth and the slow breaths of Harry and Dahlia. You rested your head again on James’ shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent and the peace of the moment.

James, for his part, turned his face softly and placed a lingering kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you,” he murmured softly, almost like a secret.

You furrowed your brow slightly, your heart beating faster. “For what?”

He smiled against your hair, as though savoring the answer. “For everything. For this. For choosing us. For being… you.”

You closed your eyes, squeezing his hand tightly. “I’d choose you a thousand times.”

James smiled, that special sparkle in his eyes.

“I am irresistible, after all,” he whispered, teasing.

You laughed softly to avoid waking the children. “And unbearable,” you added, looking at him fondly.

James pulled you both closer, smiling ear to ear. “I’ll take both. As long as it comes from you.”

And there, in the warmth of the fire and in each other’s arms, you stayed. A perfect picture of everything you’d ever imagined— a life full of love, laughter, and little miracles that even the best of seers couldn’t have predicted.

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 27

hate sex - kuroo tetsuro x reader

word count: 2100

warnings: swearing, nsfw, reader is yaku’s sister, both of them are kinda assholes but not really lol

kinktober masterlist

Kuroo Tetsuro was a very talented individual. Because no one had the capacity to piss you off quite like he did.

You should’ve known the minute you walked into your biochem class that he would become the bane of your existence. You wished you had gotten some sort of warning when you chose your major. A sign. A whisper from the gods. Anything at all to stop you in your tracks. But no, you were here now, and you were stuck seeing him in class every time.

If only that was where it stopped. But then you discovered that he was on the college volleyball team with your brother Morisuke and apparently, they were thick as thieves. The nightmare just kept getting worse.

It’s not even that he was a jerk to you or he bullied you. You just thought he was too cocky and loud and the smirk he supported was stupid. Unfortunately, the moment he found out that you didn't like him, he made it his mission to annoy the crap out of you any chance he got.

He would make jokes about your height, or how uptight you were. He would call you dumb under his breath if you got something wrong in class, or would snicker when the teacher corrected you. He had a taunting lilt to his voice when he talked to you, like his mere words were making fun of you. It was embarrassing, and it stung a bit, but mostly it served to make you angry. Morisuke would always tell you to let it go. That Kuroo was a provocative and inflammatory person by nature, but at this point even his voice annoyed you.

“What kind of pleasure does this bring you?” You gritted out, refusing to look up at his stupid grin.

“It tingles me just right, sweets.” He replied.

“Ugh.” You made a disgusted face, giving him a look that hopefully communicated that.

“You are gross.” You responded, turning back to your book. “Now can you please leave? I have a quiz I need to study for.”

Kuroo hummed, as if contemplating your request. He leaned back in his chair, balancing it precariously on its two back legs. They squeaked in the silence of the library, making your cheek twitch.

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’, running a hand through his already messy hair. “I’m waiting for Yaku, remember?”

“And he told you to meet him here?” You didn’t look up at him.

“No, I told him to meet me here.”

You glared at him. “To purposely annoy me? Is that it? Why can’t you just stay away from me?”

He scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself, sweets.”

You turn to him completely this time. “Then what is it, Kuroo? Why the hell are you obsessed with me? How pathetic are you?”

Kuroo stared at you incredulously. “Obsessed with you?”

He leaned forward until his face was inches from yours, eyes narrowed in anger. You nearly reeled back but held yourself in place.

“You’ve got some nerve. Thinking everything is about you. You think I give a single fuck about you? You’re just Yaku’s whiny little sister who thinks the world revolves around her. You’re not worth my time, or anyone else’s. Get your head out of the clouds or you’re going to end up taking a fall you won’t survive.”

You stared at him in shock, watching him gather his bag and water bottle before he stood up and hastily left. You stared at his retreating back, and felt anger burn through you as his words registered in your head.

You ignored the hot tears that stung your eyes.

…………………

The knock on your dorm room door startled you, and you stared at it warily. You contemplated whether you should open it or not. Maybe you could stay quiet and pretend no one was home. You weren't really in any mood to talk to people.

“I know you’re in there. The light is on.”

You nearly groaned, eyes squeezing shut. Anger boiled up in you again, and in a moment of impulse, you rushed to the door, opening it with more force than necessary.

“You've got some nerve.” Your voice shook in anger when you met his golden eyes. “Coming here after the shit you said to me today.”

Kuroo sighed, shoulders slumping. “I came to apologize for that.”

You laughed in disbelief. “What part, Kuroo? Me being whiny or me being pathetic?”

He scowled. “I didn't call you pathetic.”

“You’re getting hung up on the semantics now?!” You shrieked, stepping back to slam the door shut. Kuroo shot his foot out, blocking you from doing so.

“Excuse me? I’m not going to apologize for something I didn't even say!” He stepped inside the room, shutting it behind him so your voices didn't carry into the halls. “In fact, I specifically remember you were the one who called me pathetic. Which you still haven’t apologised for, by the way.”

“Oh my god, I hate you!” You screamed, feeling your face get hot because of how angry you were.

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual!” Kuroo screamed back, stepping forward until he was right in your face. You stiffened at how he was towering over you, his chest heaving and breaths coming heavy and quick. His teeth were clenched, making his jaw tick. Your eyes tracked the movement. You watched a small droplet of sweat run down the side of his face.

You stepped forward until your lips met his.

Kuroo jerked back, looking at you with wide eyes, mouth dropped open in shock. You stared at each other for a few moments, completely silent. Then, the dam broke.

Kuroo grabbed the sides of your face, sealing your lips together in a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth, giving him the opening to slide his tongue over yours. You backed up until your legs hit your bed, falling back and Kuroo following you down, not breaking the kiss. Your limbs tangled together in a flurry, attempting to rip each other’s clothes off as quickly as you could.

“Can you hurry?” You broke the kiss, glaring at him as you tugged his shirt off.

“Can you shut the fuck up?” He bit back, pulling your sweatpants off your legs.

His lips met yours in the next moment, effectively silencing you except the little moans leaving your lips. His bare body felt heavenly against yours, and for the first time you thanked the lords that he was an athlete.

He broke the kiss again, making his way down your body with his lips. He bit at your right breast, making your breath stutter.

“Of course you would like that.” He chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up, Kuroo. Don’t ruin this-” You dissolved into a moan when he licked over your nipple, biting at it slightly before sucking. You sighed at the feeling.

His hand groped at your other breast, hips grinding down. His crotch pressed between your legs, and the pressure made you whine.

“Hurry up.” You pushed at his boxers, trying to tug them down.

“Say please~” Kuroo smirked up at you. You nearly slapped him.

“Over my dead body.”

Kuroo sighed and lifted himself off your body. He slid off you slightly, making to stand up. “Well, in that case-”

“No!” You sat up, biting your lip, staring at him. You groaned. “God, I hate you.”

Kuroo chuckled. You gasped when his fingers brushed over your clothed core, before hooking a finger into your panties and pulling them off you. His fingertips dipped into your slit. Your breath stuttered.

“Kuroo.” You stared at him, his eyes dark and pupils dilated. His lips parted, tongue peaking out just a little to run over them. His fingers continued their feather-light touch.

“Please,” you gave in.

“Please what, baby?” You whined at the nickname, feeling your core pulse. God, his voice was so husky. You stared at his lips, eyes wandering to his shoulders, his pecs, his abs, to the bulge in his underwear that was hinting at how big he probably was.

“Touch me, Tetsuro.” You whispered. “Please. Touch me, fuck me. You want me to shut the fuck up? Make it happen, then.”

He was on you the next moment, teeth digging into your skin and fingers burying themselves deep in your pussy. You yelped and moaned, spreading your legs more so he could hit deeper. His fingers were so long and delicious, reaching your spot and rubbing against it just right. Within seconds, he had you seeing stars.

“You’re such a brat.” Kuroo bit out, fingers picking up speed instantly. You could barely breathe. Your body jolted under his movements. He was being so rough. “A spoiled little princess. Greedy girl. You’re even letting me fuck you just so you can get off.”

You cried at Kuroo’s words. Fuck. Why was this turning you on so much? You clenched around his fingers, and were met with the sight of his infamous smirk, except this time, it was so much hotter than any time you had seen it before. Kuroo looked like he was enjoying the crap out of this.

“Oh, you love this, don’t you?” He goaded you, curling his fingers until your back was arching off the bed. “Such a slut. What, you got a humiliation kink or something?”

“I’m gonna cum.” You choked out, tears swimming in your vision as your toes curled.

You should've known. This was Kuroo Tetsuro you were with. There’s no way he would let you have anything good. You nearly wailed when he pulled his fingers out, soaking wet with your juices.

“Kuroo!” You cried, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Don’t- why?!”

You didn’t even care that he was witnessing you break down over this. You were just about to have what could have been the most intense orgasm of your life and he denied you it.

“You fucking asshole-”

He shushed you, leaning over and shifting slightly. Something hard prodded at your entrance, before sinking into you in one fluid motion. Your mouth dropped open at the feeling, jaw going slack. He was big, long and oh so hard, and he grazed all the right spots as he slid into you.

Kuroo wiped the tears that soaked your cheeks, brushing his nose against yours in a manner that was almost affectionate. You stared up at him, still dizzy from your almost orgasm a few moments ago. His eyes held a glint that told you tonight was going to be brutal in the best way possible.

And you were right. Kuroo fucked you through three orgasms before he even slowed his pace. You were left a blabbering, bumbling mess by the time his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside you, warm cum washing over your walls, pushing you through one more orgasm as his unrelenting fingers rubbed at your abused, swollen clit. He didn’t care when you whined at him to stop. He was merciless throughout. It was rough and hot and it made you see stars.

You didn’t even register when his body left yours, or when he came back and ran a washcloth over the mess between your legs. You turned on your side, back sore from all the arching. You were still out of breath as he tugged on his clothes, watching him fix his hair. Well, as fixed as his messy hair could get. Aside from the sweat on his face and his slightly heavy breathing, he seemed unfazed. You would think he was out for a run, not rearranging your guts.

You didn’t realize he was staring at you until a few moments later, when he leaned over to brush your hair off your face. His signature smirk spread over his lips.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re the best sex I’ve ever had too.”

You scowled as he straightened up, making his way to the door. “What the hell do you mean ‘too’?

He didn’t answer, humming happily to himself as he tugged his shoes on.

“You aren’t the best sex I’ve ever had.” You sat up, feeling your face turn red. He gave you a look that was so smug it made you stiffen in embarrassment. You knew he didn’t believe a word you just said. You also knew that Kuroo’s already humongous ego was about to shoot through the fucking roof.

“You’re not.” You mumbled. Kuroo pulled the door open, still supporting the insufferable smirk on his face, giving you a teasing wink.

“You’re not, Kuroo!” You called behind him as the door clicked shut. Sighing, you flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling and ruminating on everything that had just happened.

Fuck.

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[danger-noodle-uwu]

Trigger warning [mentions of killing/arguments/death/break-ups/cheating/etc]

Satan

Wrath is vengeful, wrath is destruction however this never bothered you or got in the way of dating Satan, The Avatar of wrath himself.

But as one could say, the true nature of a being could never remain under the covers. There was vengeance peering above the surface, and destruction awaiting at an unknown's doors, you did not knew.

Satan had great many contacts and to keep that up, he need to do few favors but not every favor was not-so-bloody. And lost in such an expectations of others did he forget an important day like today.

As always the day started as chaos, which couldn't have been helped either way and the blond had grown sick of that, unknown to the cause of chaos and decided to act upon the list he had, completely overlooking your smile, or the stunning outfit complimenting your figure or the day itself.

Upon this ignorance of his, you really wished face-palm. His demeanor was rather annoying, which only fueled you more to smack him. Really hard.

Today was well-planned, at least that's what you thought before dragging him away from his target and scolding him for leaving you on your own in a place crawling with demons.

Satan being the literal embodiment of wrath yet also your lover said "Get off me. I have things to do. And stop being so damn clingy." "Hey, it's your fault for leaving me on my special day!plus, there's sooo many things I wanna do toda–"

"Please shut up for once in your goddamn life!!" His sharp scream cut you off as his eyes bore into yours; eyes full of hatred and disgust as if you were a wretched grotesque placed before him.

Those words accompanied by his harsh glares was enough to make your heart shatter and knifes to be jabbed in your chest while eyes stung with tears that you pathetically hid by averting them as you asked "what did I do wrong..?"

Who knew that one sentence was enough to make those unshed tears flow and litter your rosy cheeks that he'd usually squish and fawn over but alas, all that comforted you was his back.

"Your whole being is the most ugliest!" Lies. Lies. He knew his tongue spat venom at you with words that could never be true because you're his world but the blinding rage doesn't allow him to say so and thus instead, his hand runs through golden locks out of pure frustration as he finally turned to face you.

There was something terrifying about him that very moment which made you mumble out a small "...I'm sorry..." before running off; the sharp pain in your heart only grew with him staring at you like that. It was all just too much. His wrath was suffocating you but to ruin your birthday without even remembering it.

You did didn't care for how bad your muscles ached as you ran further away from him. All that you wanted is to be alone and cry your heart out in hopes that this agony would subside yet part of you hoped that he cared and would come after you or stop you. Which never happened.

Satan has always been so...uncooperative and complicated towards everyone that it almost made him unreachable at times especially when it comes to Lucifer however today, it became different.

His face was scrunched and tense as Lucifer advised him to give you space before talking things out and perhaps getting you a gift as well for both an apology and your birthday; his body pacing back and forth in his room reconsidering things he's spoke until now, not even bothered to consider this as a special day while his elder patiently waited for him to calm down. They both how much you mean to Satan despite him hurting you and making you feel unwanted.

And would anyone look at the avatar of wrath while he's on his knees; practically begging to set things write and for you to accept his apology. However much like always, you don't fail at surprising him when your lips clumsily crash against his.

That he moment he knew how truly beautiful you are in every sense. From physical appearance to your dream-like soul. Every inch was perfect.

Asmodeus

'Touchy and irresponsible as always' you sighed looking over and frowning at Asmodeus who was so clearly lost in the seemingly endless attention they give him as their hands roam his body while he's biting his lip. He was enjoying this, wasn't he?

The thought of him being touched by somebody else made your stomach churn and eyes sting with hurt and envy; he was the avatar of lust, true but couldn't he not do this on your birthday at least and pay attention to you.

You could bet as to how pathetic you were looking drinking demonus with tears in your eyes and surrounded by demons who could just swallow you whole without your lover even batting an eye. Afterall, he'd rather be someone's bed warmer than your boyfriend.

"Hey...are you okay?" Honestly, you didn't know this stranger's name or anything about him but he still had some concern for your well-being; way more than your beloved however made you self-conscious as how pathetic you may have appeared and let your emotions get the best of you in front of unknown people.

"Yea..." you replied flushed from embarrassment and the crimson liquid that rested in your glass. It was really humiliating and made you feel awfully shy at the same time.

"If you say so, but don't hesitate to tell me if there's anything bothering you or if—" He leans closer to whisper in your ear before continuing "—someone's bothering you..." His voice was authoritative yet gentle much akin to a soft breeze from the human world despite being a demon.

"Oh! And I'm Ethan..." a blush ghosted over his cheeks as he realized that he hadn't even introduced himself while you told him yours as he gave you his number offering to help you just in case.

Truth be told, you were smiling to yourself glancing on the tissue that he wrote his number on and the fact that he even wrote happy to help made you grin wider. It was such a sweet gesture.

However unknownst to you, Asmo seemed to have noticed the whole interaction and was fuming with envy; so jealous that he could put Levi to shame. His face burned with heat and beads of sweat rolled down. He hated how that putrid demon had the audacity to flirt and blush at you yet his anger only stirred further when you smiled at him.

The avatar of lust stormed over to you and dragging you out of the fall, harsh grip on your wrist that would probably leave a bruise and then slammed you against the cold wall in the alleyway.

"What are you—!!" You were muffled by his lips smashing against yours; hands roaming your body as desire burned in your veins. Lips synced and danced against each other into a steamy make-out session however he pulled away.

"Why were you flirting with that guy?! You know that demons can hurt you then why my darling must you do this?!" It was irritating as to how he interrogated you but didn't even consider his own actions and the way he neglected you.

Did he even remember your birthday..?

"You say this as if YOU weren't smothering some random people in front of your girlfriend on OUR date!!" And finally, he realized what he's been doing all day. He was avoiding and ignoring you, too busy and consumed by his own...thoughts while you constantly tried to spend quality time with him.

"Baby...I'm sorry..." He coos gently holding your face and cradling you as tears cascaded your face. You looked so miserable because him and he made an internal promise to treat you better and not neglect your emotions.

"Y-you even forgot my birthday..." you sobbed into his soft hands as his eyes widened before he kissed you again. This time much gently and lovingly; full of adoration and affection but desperate for you.

You knew he meant it but forgiving is easier said than done. Even if you would accept him, it'd much later as for now, you wanted him to show is emotions; his real self that was vulnerable and loving; one that was guilty of hurting you. One that loved you beyond his own sin.

You would be lying if you said your heart wasn't melting for him as his hand intertwined with yours while the other rested around your waist and blush littered his face; all for you.

All of him softened just for you; all those emotions showered upon you because all of his love was meant for you.

Beelzebub

Gluttony is like a venom that spreads in your body; turning one into a hungry beast ready to devour his prey and another into a starved being—but for somebody who personified the sin in itself would be beyond a monster or an other horrendous creature imaginable.

Thus, can you really blame Beelzebub for ingesting the whole food supply of house of lamentation alongside of some cutlery after a seemingly intense workout as well 7 hours of helping satan shift his books in order to clean the empty space.

He was salivating at the sight of everything before as his vision molded it into something edible...delicious and well; in front of him were you, standing there awkwardly as his eyes hovered over you however not in a lustful but more like a locking the meat of your bones manner.

"B-beel, you alright..?" His intense gaze made you feel uncomfortable as you shifted in your place yet he didn't blink once as if his hunger overtook him...making him forget who you were.

You couldn't breathe, couldn't move an inch without him lunging at you with those eyes full of hunger for anything to satiate the emptiness within his stomach including you. However, Luck was on your side since it was your own birthday as Asmodeus happened to pass by the scene hoisting his phone up taking selfish before rushing towards you.

"Darling, Beel, what are you guys... doing?" By the end of his question, he knew what was coming. He is well aquaintated with Beel's endless hunger that violently shook the atmosphere in the whole house.

As you stood unblinking staring back at the avatar of gluttony trembling with fear whilst his ragged breaths were heard in the silence of the hall. The very next second he pounced at you transforming into his demon form; claws beared as if he was readily about to rip your heart out.

Yet somehow you were alive; alive and thrown over like a sack of potatoes on Asmo's shoulder as he sprinted towards his room with an echoing sound of certain rumbling in the background that made shiver in dread.

"Honey, you're alright. You're safe, okay? Phew!" He collapsed next to you on the floor next to you after ensuring the door was properly locked, clearly out of breath while still attempting to comfort your troubled form.

Despite knowing he cannot control his hunger, you couldn't help but tighten your throat or fall victim to the ache plastered within your chest. He loves you, you know it but this...hurt more than expected.

The clutches of gluttony were like shackles that bound him and drove him to try to...the thought alone makes you want throw up or is it because his twin succeeded at a similar task.

"Hey...Mc, don't cry, darling. It'll all be okay, I promise! Forget everything it's your birthday, isn't it?" The blond cradled you in his arms trying to shush away your tears meanwhile you sobbed and cried; planned everything, got up early to bake for him and even got the tickets to a movie he was excited about.

"It's so unfair! So unfair, Asmo!!" Why did this have to happen when all you did was try your best? Why are you doomed to fail at every given task? Was this all your fault?

Such thoughts consumed you wholly as your sobs turned into more cries that dragged Asmo's poor heart along with it; it hurt him so much to see someone he considered family be hurt so much. To be broken that they're reduced to a teary mess on the floor.

In the hallway, Lucifer and Satan towered upon Beelzebub who finally calmed down, happily chomping the food he was given; almost uncaring of his twin that laid kissing the ground with a large bruise forming on his forehead.

"W-where *chomp* is cupcake?" He muttered with a mouthful, thinking you must be hungry and not even remembering what he did as he was a puppet under the control of his sin.

"In Asmodues's room..." Lucifer sighed while Satan raged at the sight of the havoc wrecked upon his book—cursed ones, collector's edition, etc. They were everywhere torn into half or bites into and discarded afterwards.

"They must be sobbing since you were ever so nice to them on their birthday!" Satan mocked knowing how badly his brother fucked up while the orange head gushed the memories right into his eyes. Each moment he made a decision worse than the other.

"Oh my poor Mc, sleep well..." you didn't realize how exhausted you were from the whole event that you passed out between Asmo's arms who later tucked you within the comforting confines of your own bed.

But peace never really lasted long as you woke up, only to be greeted by a decorated room, a cake with several other snacks littered on the table and Beelzebub by your side with apologetic eyes as a melody played accompanied by the voices belonging to the remaining brothers.

"I'm sorry, cupcake...I didn't mean to scare you or hurt you, I just don't know what's wrong with me but please forgive me...I love you..." His eyes bore guilt as he was reminded of an older time, an older mistake before his hands caged yours affectionately before kissing them lovingly.

The orange headed demon never wished to be more than your protector, that gives away his life to save yours but also a lover that wants to build a family with you; one that he loves dearer than himself.

Belphegor

Does fate really hate you? If not, why must it be you who suffers with people misunderstanding you or blaming you for actions not performed by you?

"Come on, it's not that bad...just a stupid nightmare!" You hopped onto your feet before changing into your outfit for the day; one that made you feel good about yourself unlike the haunting nightmares that weren't leaving you alone.

As you left your room trying your best to force a smile out, there was a voice that felt familiar as it belonged to a certain great demon who bestowed the wishes of having the best birthday.

"Happy birthday, h-human!" He spoke loudly as if reminding the others of the day despite the whole hall being empty. The gesture in itself was funny, his hand putting your head like a puppy except for the part he himself looked like one.

"Thanks, mammon." And there it was your signature smile that could possibly make anybody melt, though how could you believe it; a rose can never see its reflection.

Reaching the dining hall, the atmosphere felt tense as if everyone was on edge, all but one person. He was missing entirely. Belphegor wasn't there. Was he still asleep?

Before you could ask, Lucifer announced "Belphegor will not be joining us today." And continued to finish his breakfast with what seemed to be a bothered expression.

"Hey beel, what happened?" You couldn't help wonder what did your boyfriend did this time to piss of the eldest and if so, why wasn't satan assisting the crime. "Belphi, h-he said some really mean things..." beelzebub was feeling guilty fill up his stomach, his appetite dying or perhaps killed by someone else.

"Okay..." you knew that the orange headed demon was hiding something, swallowing his own words however why you just couldn't decipher. His voice was strained that it made you feel very uneasy about what really conspired when you were asleep.

"Levi, can you tell me what really happened? Please!!" You pleaded with puppy eyes as soon as the remaining brothers had dispersed from the dining hall; to avoid the extra ears and overly exaggerated explanations.

"Normie, first off promise me you won't tell anybody that i told you this!" He whisper-yelled as you nodded your head vigorously. "Okay--fine, so belphi woke up in a super sour mood and since lucifer decided to call him to the dining hall himself...he said a lot of mean things..."

Leviathan felt a bitter taste in his mouth knowing his next words would most likely ruin your birthday and put you into doubt of your own relationship and partner.

"He spoke a lot of nonsense about lucifer, you know normie...And he--um, he said you weren't that great and just kinda wasted his time w-which is like total bullshit, right? Like normie, you're like Henry 3.0, totally cool and awesome!" He tried his best to soothe the wound he had to give you in order for the truth to be told.

But there it was, a sound of your own heart being crushed and sensation of wet tears dripping down your cheeks. It hurt you so much to hear that your lover spoke of you behind your back that you couldn't take it anymore and sprinted all the way back to your room; leaving Leviathan to only his worry and concern in the dining hall.

Especially on your birthday, that in itself felt like a cheap move being played on you as you felt needles pricking through your chest, and it hurt so much. It felt like the nightmares were true when they played the same scenario where he used you; he used you like a pawn.

Meanwhile, in the twins' room, Belphegor laid in bed with a weird feeling filling him; one that felt so heavy that he couldn't sleep it off. But why? He just couldn't pinpoint.

"Belphi, have spoken with Mc yet? It's their birthday...you should really go to see them..." the avatar of gluttony had his head lowered as he pouted; visibly hungry but at a lack of food.

"WHAT!" "Yea its their birthday, belphi..?" Belphegor panicked for at least 5 minutes before gathering himself and rushing to the kitchen to make something--a cake, should it be okay but what if you're craving ramen instead..? Or something salty? SHIT

He's never been so frantic and panicked; he felt like a single mother raising 6 children...wait why does that sound familiar? ANYWAYS, no time for that.

It took about 2 hours for the whole thing to be prepared; while he had tasked satan to buy your favorite snacks. In the end, he was drenched in sweat from the whole last minute preparation that he did.

On the other hand, you were passed out on your bed; tears dried up on your face and slightly puffy lips and very gracelessly flopped onto your bed.

Belphegor's heart ached at the sight of you, he knew his words have been heard by someone who didn't deserve them. Who deserved love and not such cruel things.

"Love, wake up...c'mon its your birthday..." He voice was gentle as if a one wrong word could shatter you like glass and his hands caressed your cheeks; before kissing you passionately.

You rubbed your eyes as your boyfriend kissed your forehead and pulled you off of the bed. He was smothering you with kisses somewhat lazily; letting eachone feel feather like on your skin.

"Happy birthday my star, I'm sorry for what is said earlier...I promise you that I never meant any of it...I just--lost myself to anger, I'm sorry." He's efforts were visible in both his voice and your room; the blanket Fort certainly seemed impressive and most likely he had your favorite movie paused.

"It's not okay to speak such things about you're partner belphi on any day let alone their birthday. Yet I am much kinder than you think...I forgive you." You pouted with fake anger evident in your voice; playing pretend was fun as hr fell for your words in the beginning but definitely caught up in the end.

And as the day came to a close, you both were snuggled into each other's warmth and cuddling; the harsh words and hot tears forgotten or perhaps changed into smiles of contentment.

Afterall, belphegor was your dark sky and you were his star; without one the other would feel empty and out of place. He was the one who wanted to drown into the depths with you or burn with the passion he held for you...And both remain a pleasure to him...

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A/n; I had no ideas for belphi and was abt to write he slept that it off like he was in a coma xD

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Yesterday night I felt sick with my stomach and stayed awake all night making audio recordings to my best friend about watching Quantum of Solace for the first time (I am still finishing it) and then I started randomly talking about 00q and accidentally opened up the Pandora Box of my memories but I instantly remembered everything I ever knew about 00q like when it got adopted by the BBC Sherlock fandom or the Paddington is the new Quartermaster stuff or when everybody was obsessed with the fucking Téméraire and it was EVERYWHERE and everybody made the joke "It's a ship!!!" and the age difference discourse between James and Q and Q being called Quentin and Mycroft and Sherlock being Q older brothers and disapproving of his relationship with James Bond and the fucking tea mugs and so many cats and everybody talking about Q's jumpers and making up OC minions for him and every fanfiction in which James retires to be with Q because he was the only one he ever loved aside from Vesper and Q feeling insecure because of her and all then Madeleine Sawnn came along and everybody was distraught even though the flirting was there in Spectre and we were all distraught because we could have had it all and so many fix it fics so many fics about James cosntantly loosing his gadgets and how hard it was for Q to watch him seduce other people and everybody was saying they were grumpy x sunshine/black cat x Golden retriver coded BUT THEY WERE NOT ACTUALLY in my humble opinion but they were easily flustered x flirting menace and Q had such salty one-liners and everybody believed he was a posh boy and do you remember when years later you had the same museum scene with Hannibal it was clearly a parallel and then there was No Time To Die and Q was officially queer oh my God oh my fucking God it was CANON he TOTALLY CANONICALLY MUST HAVE HAD A CRUSH ON BOND and we saw THE CATS and WHO WAS Q WAITING FOR?????? James must have been jealous but then the movie was what it was and a lot of people hated it and all of the fix it fics in which Bond said his last words to Q because it was always Q it will always be Q and also everybody making up names for him names were such a huge deal Q revealing his name to James in his last moments grieving fics in which James died but you also had silly ones and spicy ones uhhh a lot of those because sometimes you just need to ignore canon and see them happy and maybe both retiring or maybe they kept working flirting over the comms and annoying everyone at MI6 which wasn't exactly Avengers "Everybody Lives in The Tower" au but it was close they weren't a found family per se but some of them were very close there used to be edits on youtube yeah before TikTok came along youtube edits were A ThingTM with all those retrica-looking filters and pop songs or sad love songs and fake trailers who remembers those or like scenes edited to look like they were from a romcom and comments on the scenes written in small usually white text that were meant to reflect the character inner thoughts like "That's hot" or "He's so annoying I need to kiss him" or "BITCH" and fics in which Q was kidnapped and James went berserk and a few years ago Knives Out came out and we tried to to have Bond and Benoit Blanc related do you also remember that?

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Precious Things (Part 4)

a Remus Lupin Yuletide Miracle

Day Four: Mistletoe | @wolfstarmicrofic

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He doesn’t open the Quill straight away. Puts the package on the little side table by his front door, next to his keys and his cane, and… avoids it. Just a little bit. Sneaks glances at it throughout Friday evening and Saturday into the late afternoon.

He tells himself it’s something work related - Aberforth did request he use it after all, and he fully intends to expense the rather exorbitant cost. Work related things have no place on his weekends. His weekends are for reading and catching up on his own mail. For little walks around his local park and feeding frozen peas to the ducks.

Still, the sales pitch rings through him: person who you truly need. Perfectly matched. 

It’s a tactic, he thinks. Something the company made up to boost sales to lonely people feeling even lonelier during the Yule.

Remus isn’t lonely. Sure, his life is a little insulated, but it’s always been like that. It’s what comes with being homeschooled, with working the same job since his early twenties, the only company a crotchety old man, an ever-changing array of part timers, a grouchy cat, and owls that don’t particularly like him. 

(It’s the wolf thing he tells himself, because he gets sad about it otherwise. It’s not nice, being avoided by animals.)

It’s somewhere around sunset that his resolve breaks and he tells himself if you’re curious just open it, for Merlin’s sake. It’s just a quill. You like quills. Stop being afraid of a damned quill. 

If nothing else, he thinks making himself a cup of tea before he starts, he’s got a very pretty notebook for his collection.

The leather is beautiful, pristine. Remus already itches for when it’s showing use - cracked spine, discolourations, inevitable tea stains. For when it’s got character and smells like his home rather than whatever warehouse it came from. 

He opens it gently. The paper inside is soft and off-white, a little thick. Like it’s been hand made. Reminds him of the crafts he used to make with his mum, papier-mâché cards to send to relatives pressed with summer flowers.

A little puff of silver spell work comes up when he opens the ink vial - it rankles a little bit still that it’s not just the special quill and special paper, but even special ink that is needed to get the thing workinf - like the company wanted to make sure whoever bought it had to continue purchasing from them to keep using the product.

He has some very vague memory of a Potter from his history lessons. Someone pure-blooded who annoyed the Wizengamot unendingly, using his seat to push Muggleborn-friendly agenda. Someone he remembers thinking he would have liked to have on his own side, pushing for his right to education or work or safe transformation spaces.

No such person had come, of course, but it’s a fond memory of a time when he was a little naive.

The Quill is in a separate box, wrapped with a few protective charms to ensure it’s not touched until the intended user gets it. Remus chose a simple one - a raven’s feather, the tip golden and the handle engraved with an impression of an iris flower.

The magic happens the moment Remus’ fingers touch it. It’s a rush, a shock up his spine, an explosion of colour behind his eyes. It feels so right it’s almost painful when the feeling diminishes.

He’s still sitting in the bliss of it when a soft chiming, like bird calls, comes from the notebook.

Hello, Stranger.

It appears word by word, stroke by stroke, the most beautiful penmanship Remus has ever seen, and then, just underneath:

What are your thoughts on mistletoe?

Remus slaps the notebook shut. 

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Notes:

oh how I wonder who he’s matched with. What a mystery.

let me know if you’d like to be tagged! I’m not sure what the update schedule will be for this because it’s a hectic month and I’m having fun going at a calm pace.

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Safe and Sound

Pt 1

Yandere!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

pt 2

warnings: reader is kidnapped, she was drugged, Kurapika masturbates to the sound of reader sleeping in the next room

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The sound of raindrops hitting the window was enough to wake (Name) from her nap. She stretched, her head and limbs feeling strangely heavy.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, her free hand patting the nightstand next to her bed for her phone… but it wasn’t there. (Name) immediately sighed, thinking she may have fallen asleep watching a video and forgot to put in on charge. It would be annoying having to charge it at work, considering the only outlet was usually taken up by her creepy coworker.

“Damn it…”

She finally opened her eyes, only to blink a few times, her foggy mind trying to make sense of the strange layout of her room. All of the furniture was the same, her books and plushies were the same, but they were in different spots. The walls were pink, like they’d always been, but she didn’t remember having a window…

“So you’re awake.”

The door to her room was open, a familiar head of blonde hair peeking in. “Kurapika..? What are you… doing in my house? I thought you were out of town for work…”

She rubbed her eyes again, taking a look around the room again and finally realizing something. “This… this isn’t my room. Where… where am I?”

He didn’t speak for a moment, looking away from her questioning gaze. The blonde looked… conflicted, almost guilty. “This… this is your new home. I…”

He cleared his throat, his face returning to its normal calm, and collected state. “I decorated this room to… be as close to your old one as possible. I even found those stuffed animals you’ve been…”

Kurapika went quiet when she stared at him, still trying to process what he was getting at. “Wait… Kurapika, I don’t… what are you saying? Why- no, how did I get here?”

The door creaked open, Kurapika stepping in. He was wearing his usual blue tabard with the golden embroidery, though his hair was tied back in a ponytail. She had noticed his hair getting longer, it was usually a sign that he wasn’t taking care of himself again and putting his mission before his health.

“… that isn’t important, (Name). What is important is that you’re here, and you’re safe.”

He stood in front of her, his soft brown eyes gazing down at her with a feeling she couldn’t quite place. (Name) blinked when he pushed a piece of hair out of her face before pulling his hand away. “I know this… will be difficult to adjust to, but just know I have your best interests at heart. You… are very dear to me, and you already know I would never hurt you.”

She was incredibly confused, her eyes darting from his unreadable expression, to the room, then down to her leg…

“I… see you’ve noticed it.”

There was a chain keeping her secured to the bed by her ankle. She lifted her leg a little, eyes widening when she realized she barely had any slack in the chain to move. “Kurapika… why..?”

He patted his tabard, slipping his hand into his pocket and taking out a key. Kurapika kneeled in front of her, his eyes lingering on her plush thighs for a moment before his hand hovered over her ankle. “May I?”

Without much choice, (Name) nodded and held out her leg for him. Kurapika held her leg gently, his slender fingers grasping onto her ankle as he unlocked the cuff on her leg. “It was just a precaution, in case you woke up when I wasn’t around… and… freaked out.”

She didn’t respond, just lifting her leg to rub her ankle. (Name) didn’t even notice because she had barely been awake, but she hadn’t had a lot of movement in that leg, only just able to lay it on the bed.

He let out a soft sigh, placing the chain under her bed after locking it to make sure she couldn’t do anything with it. “… do you… have any questions? Any requests?”

“… did… did you kidnap me?”

It was a stupid question she already knew the answer to, but it was hard to wrap her mind around the possibility that the sweet boy she knew had the capacity to take her away from her home without her consent and lock her in chains. This wasn’t something she ever expected from him, someone she considered a friend.

He was quiet for a moment, as if in deep thought. Kurapika stood up, brushing off his tabard before answering. “Technically? Yes, I did, but please (Name), don’t be afraid. You aren’t a prisoner here. Your every need and want will be met, you’ll be taken care of properly. You’ll never want for anything, not food or drink-“

“What if I want to see my friends and family?”

Kurapika went quiet again, his eyes half lidded. “… with good behavior you can call them once a week. You haven’t just disappeared, I made sure to… inform all of your close friends and family that you moved to a new country to start a new life.”

She started to tremble, her eyes filling with tears. “I’ll… never get to see my family again?”

The way her voice cracked broke Kurapika’s heart, his shell of composure breaking for a second when his lip twitched down into a frown. “(Name)… I…”

He reached out to cup her cheek and wipe her tears away, but pulled back before he could reach her. Did he even deserve to touch her right now, after putting her through all of this?

‘She… probably needs space,’ Kurapika thought, turning around and heading towards the door.

“… please, familiarize yourself with your new room. You have plenty of books, a TV with access to cable television and sites for streaming, and art supplies. There’s also a few journals and pens, if… writing out your feelings may help you feel… better.”

Kurapika had attempted to gather all of her favorite things and decorate her room to look as close to her original one to make the move as seamless and stress free as possible, but he knew no matter what he did to make her as comfortable as possible, he was still keeping her there against her will.

He hesitated for a moment, considering giving her another dose of the drug he gave her to bring her there, take her home, and convince her it had all been a bad dream. She was home, her friend hadn’t kidnapped her, and their relationship didn’t have to change. Her hating him was one of the things he feared most after all.

But he feared her untimely demise even more. Steeling himself, Kurapika reminded himself why he did what he did. Above all else, her safety came first. Above her own free will, above her happiness, above his own selfish need to be the one she cared for most.

Kurapika was okay with becoming the villain, of killing potential threats and stealing her away if it meant she would live out the rest of her life in safety and comfort. Although her safety would always come first, he did want (Name) to be happy, he cared about her more than anything!

“Kurapika?”

He paused in the doorway when she called out for him, turning his head slightly to look at her. She seemed so vulnerable and small on the soft bed he picked out for her. “Yes, (Name)?”

“… am I stuck here forever?”

His heart thumped against his chest. From the look on her face, she already knew the answer to that question, but he didn’t mind confirming it. “… yes. This is your new home, please… try to get used to it. If you need anything, I’ll… be downstairs. Just call for me and I’ll come. This room is yours, and I won’t come in without knocking unless I fear for your safety.”

She nodded, sinking into her bed and clinging to one of the stuffed animals he snatched from her home. It was a Cinnamoroll plush Kurapika had gotten for her a year ago for her birthday, along with some baked goods from the bakery she liked. He had always been so thoughtful and sweet, just looking around the room he meticulously prepared for her was evidence enough.

“… alright…”

(Name) was still tired and her body felt heavy. She wasn’t sure why, but it felt like she’d taken a muscle relaxer or something of the like. Kurapika watched to make sure she got into bed okay and was off to sleep before he gave the smallest of smiles and closed the door behind him.

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When she woke up, there was a sandwich and a bag of her favorite chips sitting on her nightstand, along with a bottle of water. Parched and starving, she ate quickly, before noticing there was a note under her plate.

‘You’ve been asleep for nearly an entire day. When you wake up, eat this then come downstairs so I can show you around the cabin.’

(Name) finished her bag of chips before throwing the trash away in the strawberry shaped trash can by her bed. It was the same one she had at home, and she wondered how Kurapika was able to find a copy of it, considering she got hers in a garage sale.

She noticed there was another door in her room besides the one Kurapika came from. Feeling curious, she decided to check it out before wandering downstairs.

It was a small bathroom, with a shower, toilet, and sink. When she peeked behind the pink shower curtain, she saw all of the products she used when bathing, down to her favorite brand of shaving cream.

The tooth brush she liked and the flavor of toothpaste she preferred was set neatly by the sink, and when she checked the medicine cabinet she saw her prescriptions, though the bottles were mostly empty. ‘Probably to make sure I don’t… take them all at once.’

The thought was morbid, but she could understand why Kurapika would be cautious. Humans could get desperate when pushed into a corner, and if she broke, she might try and kill herself.

To test her theory, she looked around to see if there was a razor to shave with, but saw none. She wondered why he would give her shaving cream but no razor. Maybe he… was going to watch her when she shaved? That thought made her face heat up in embarrassment.

(Name) washed her face and brushed her teeth, trying to take solace in the mundane. She knew she wasn’t currently in any danger, so she tried her best to relax. Kurapika wouldn’t have gone through all that effort to make her happy and comfortable if he was going to brutally murder or assault her, and… she didn’t want to think the sweet friend she knew was capable of hurting her like that.

Though (Name) had her reasons to be cautious, he was an incredibly strong person with privilege and power due to being a hunter, she didn’t feel afraid, just… confused and a little betrayed. Sad as well, but what could she do? Right now, she couldn’t do anything, so she might as well relax while she could.

By the door to the hallway, there was a pair of pink bunny slippers. She remembered telling him that she wanted to get herself a pair of slippers because of how cold it was getting. It was strangely sweet to know how much he listened to her random tangents about things.

She put them on before opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. Kurapika had said something about being downstairs if she needed something, so she wasn’t surprised to see wooden railing 5ish feet from her door.

(Name) walked down the stairs, holding onto the railing. She could smell the familiar scent of vanilla in the air, mixed with a bit of cinnamon and pine. Kurapika must have snagged some of her favorite candles to make the cabin smell closer to home…

The living room was decorated sparsely, with just a maroon couch, an oak coffee table, and large flat screen TV. She wondered how long it took him to get this place set up and how long he had planned on taking her away.

“(Name).”

She nearly jumped out of her bunny slippers when she heard Kurapika’s voice behind her. Thankfully he was able to catch her before she fell on her butt, the blonde surprisingly strong. He held onto her shoulders, steadying her before letting go.

“Sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She glanced at him, seeing the softness in his eyes as a sign he was telling the truth. “It’s alright, you’ve alway moved so quietly, even… before…”

Kurapika looked away, a frown on his face. “… now that you’re awake, I can show you around. This is your home now, you’ll need to know where everything is so you can fend for yourself while I’m gone.”

He walked past her, the blonde glancing back to signal for her to follow him.

(Name) was lead to the kitchen, where Kurapika stood awkwardly in the center. “You can look around. Open the cabinets, search through the drawers, just familiarize yourself with the place. I want you to be completely comfortable here.”

She didn’t say what she wanted, tht she would never be truly comfortable when she was trapped. (Name) couldn’t say it, not when she wasn’t completely sure she was safe. He may never physically harm her, but there were other ways to deal with people besides hurting their bodies.

Instead, (Name) did as told, opening the drawers. She blinked when she saw all the utensils were hard plastic, like the stuff you’d use for babies. The knives were understandable, but the spoons and forks?

“Why… is everything plastic?”

Kurapika peeked over your shoulder, his expression unreadable. “It’s safer.”

“Safer? How could I get hurt using a metal spoon?”

He didn’t answer, simply closing the drawer. “Just… keep looking around.”

She sent him a concerned look before continuing to look around. There was plenty of food in the pantries, and the dishes were also all hard plastic, with the plates being those plates with sectioned parts to put different sides of your meal.

Every dish was a soft pink, even the pots and pans. He had really gotten everything in her favorite color, and she almost wanted to laugh when she spotted a pink sponge by the sink.

“Well?”

Kurapika was hovering around (Name) again, his eyes looking over her face to see if she liked the kitchen he set up just for her. He went through great lengths to make sure everything was safe and pink, trying to please her.

“Well, everything is very pink.”

Kurapika waited, staring at her with those intense brown eyes of his. “And?”

“And… it’s nice, thank you.”

The blonde wasn’t expecting that, and before he could hide it his eyes widened slightly as a the lightest of pink graced his cheeks.

“I’m… glad you like it,” he said softly, watching her with adoring eyes as she looked in the fridge. It was hard not to stare when she was finally here, where no one but him could gaze at her.

After a thorough tour of the kitchen, he lead her to his room. Compared to hers, it was pretty empty and dull. The sheets were a plain gray color, the walls white. There was not a single decoration in sight, just an empty cup on his nightstand.

The only furniture in the barren room was his nightstand, bed, a dresser, and a small bookshelf tucked away in a far back corner. “If you need anything, just come to my room. Knock if the door is closed.”

He watched as she looked around, smiling a little when she peeked at his books. “There’s nothing you’d find of interest there, (Name). Just a few history books.”

She glanced at him. “Is this all you wanted to show me?”

He shook his head, offering her his hand. “There’s one more thing.”

It hurt a little to see the hesitant in her eyes, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out to take his. Kurapika made sure to keep his grip on her hand as gentle and tender as he could manage.

“I’m… not going to hurt you. You know that, right (Name)?”

She didn’t answer, looking away from him. He felt his stomach twist into knots. Kurapika didn’t want her to fear him, it hurt too much to bear. He would have to build up her trust all over again, if he could even get her to trust him at all after kidnapping her.

“… come on, we have one last stop.”

He guided her to the back of the cabin, taking a key from his pocket and opening the door. She watched nervously as a dark hallway was revealed, making her tremble in fear. Kurapika seemed to notice this, taking out his phone to use as a flashlight. “I… was planning on getting lights installed in this hallway before I brought you here, but…”

He went quiet, shaking his head. “Never mind, come on.”

As he took her hand, she jumped slightly when his thumb brushed against her palm, as if he was trying to comfort her. Before, the action would have made her blush and giggle, but now it only filled her with dread.

The irrational side of her feared he would take her down to a dark basement and leave her there to die, but she had to tell herself that if that’s what he wanted to do, then why would he try so hard to replicate her room and make her comfortable? For gods sake every dish and pan in the house was pink and the silverware was hard plastic, if he planned on keeping her in a basement, why go through all that effort?

But sometimes the brain doesn’t listen to reason. (Name) found herself shaking uncontrollably, audibly yelping when she was suddenly engulfed in a bright light.

The light hadn’t actually been that bright, her eyes had just adjusted to the darkness. She had to blink a few times to get used to the change in light, and when she did she was pleasantly surprised.

She stood in the middle of a lush garden, with flowers, vegetables, and trees bearing all kinds of fruit.

There was a bench, along with a table and chairs so she could rest and eat outside if she wanted to. The only think that made her a little uneasy was the fact that the garden was in a glass dome, the only thing connecting her to the outside world being little vents that allowed the outside air in.

“I… figured you wouldn’t be happy stuck inside at all hours of the day. Humans need sunlight and fresh air to be happy.”

She nodded slowly, letting go of his hand to investigate the garden. Kurapika watched, holding his breath to see if she would like it. “I thought you may like to take up gardening as a hobby. There are many varieties of plants here, meaning fresh vegetables and fruit. I had… a friend make sure these plants will produce all throughout the year, so you don’t have to worry about them going in and out of season.”

With a soft sigh, (Name) picked an apple from one of the trees, looking it over. It was a brilliant shade of red, probably the most beautiful apple she had ever seen. “You… really put a lot of effort into this…”

“I did. I wanted to make sure you were as happy here as you could possibly be.”

(Name) rubbed the apple on her sleeve before taking a bite. It was good, better than any store bought apple she’d eaten. “You… didn’t have to do this, you know. You didn’t have to kidnap me… I don’t… I don’t understand. I was perfectly fine, living a normal, happy life. Why… why, Kurapika?”

He didn’t seem angered by her question, not even surprised. Kurapika only sighed, not meeting her eyes. “I… can’t tell you everything, all I can say is that I did it for you. I’ve already told you how important you are to me. I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

Silence overtook the garden, and (Name) took that as a sign that he was done talking. “Alright… you probably already know I’m not okay with this. I see no reason to fight with you, seeing as we both know who would come out as the winner.”

Kurapika stayed silent for a moment, knowing what she said was true. “… I will never hurt you. You don’t have to worry about that.”

(Name) let the half eaten apple fall the ground, her eyes fixed on the fruit. “… take me back to me room, please. I… want to be alone.”

Kurapika nodded slowly, letting her walk ahead of him. When she was looking, he picked up the fallen apple and dusted the dirt off. ‘I… don’t know if she’ll ever see me the same way again. Do I even deserve her love and trust? I…’

He stared at the fruit, his eyes and cheeks turning scarlet as he pressed a kiss into the bite mark she left.

‘I’m doing this for her. No one will ever harm her, not on my watch.’

As the blonde placed the apple in his pocket, he tried not to think about the more selfish, and immoral thoughts he had about her. The need for her touch, her love, her kiss… these were all things he wouldn’t allow himself to want.

But being pent up like that wouldn’t do him any favors in the future, especially not when he already had his own share of anger issues.

He never wanted to hurt her, never… but as he watched her walk up the stairs and to her room, he had the sickening thought of how much easier it would make keeping her hear if she had a broken leg.

These thoughts weren’t his own, he told himself. It was the result of anxiety and stress. Everyone had intrusive thoughts, he didn’t actually want to hurt her.

Despite knowing this, it still filled him with dread and self hatred every time his mind drifted to ways of keeping her complicit and obedient through fear and pain instead of love and care. It would be easier to hurt and scare her into behaving, he knew that, but he didn’t want to hurt or scare her. He wanted her to be as happy and comfortable as could be, and he wanted her to at least view him in a positive light.

How would he be any better than who he was trying to protect her from if he hurt and scared her? It wasn’t worth it, and just the thought of causing even the smallest wound to her pretty skin made him want to vomit.

This was part of the reason he didn’t want to touch her too much. When he did, his mind ran rampant with obsessive and irrational thoughts. Some were about wanting her to be his, to love him, and others were more on the naughty and immoral side.

It was no secret to the blonde that he had feelings for her of the sexual nature as well, but he pushed those feelings down with the bad thoughts as well, hoping they would go away. He didn’t even know if she would come to see him as a friend again, much less a sexual partner or lover. Kurapika didn’t want to get his hopes up.

But as he laid in bed that night, listening to her soft breathing in the room next to him, he couldn’t stop the hand that drifted below his belt, gently stroking his leaking cock. She was right there, sleeping just beyond the wall, and it made his entire body tingle with excitement. He knew that this was wrong, that it was only feeding into his desires, but he couldn’t help it.

When he came, the obsessive, nagging thought of filling her to the brim with his cum, impregnating her and continuing the Kurta clan through her womb made his brain fuzzy and his body warm.

He had to shake away the thought, hitting his head until the pain got too overwhelming. ‘Stop, stop it! No… I can’t think like that. She may never want that, and… and that’s okay. I did this for her safety, having her around me and being happy about that is only a side effect.’

Kurapika curled up under his blanket, his eyelids dropping. He had trouble sleeping ever since his clan was massacred, the nightmare making sleep almost impossible, but since he met (Name), her presence alone was enough to stave off his bad dreams.

The only problem was being away from her. Before he kidnapped her, when he had to go away for long missions, not only did he have nightmares about his clan’s massacre, he also dreamt of (Name) being brutally murdered or tortured. It was enough to leave him trembling, sometimes even vomiting after waking up.

The anxiety made it hard for him to function and focus on his work. He kidnapped her for her safety first of course, but also so he didn’t have to worry himself to death. Now that he had her to come home to, to protect, he would be much more careful and focused during his missions to collect the scarlet eyes and find the Phantom Troupe.

When he finally fell asleep, Kurapika dreamed of a happy, normal life with (Name), a life he could never give her.

[wandasreallover]

Restless love

Warnings:noneeee

Summary: you want attention, gerri wants to study you both know who is winning this argument. Infact its not an argument. Distractimg gerri from her studies is your forte and she wouldn't have it any other way

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The evening sun cast a golden glow through the curtained window of Gerri's study, illuminating the dust motes that danced lazily in the air. It was a quiet sanctuary filled with the scent of aged paper and ink, a sanctuary where Gerri Fields often lost herself in the realms of knowledge. The room was a testament to her dedication; shelves lined with textbooks, stacks of notebooks filled with her meticulous notes, and the remnants of late-night study sessions scattered about. Each item in the room spoke of her commitment to her studies, but it also whispered of the pressures that weighed heavily on her shoulders.

Gerri had taken on a demanding course load this semester, one that felt unrelenting and overwhelming at times. Each class was a challenge, and she often found herself buried under piles of assignments and exam preparations. She felt like a ghost haunting the library, drifting between the aisles of academia, rather than the vibrant person she knew existed beneath the weight of her responsibilities. Yet, every time she settled down to study, her thoughts drifted elsewhere-usually to the warmth of your presence, the laughter you shared, and the moments of joy that punctuated her otherwise studious life.

You lingered outside the doorway, biting your lip as you watched her scribble notes, the light streaming around her like a halo. Her dark hair was haphazardly tied up, wisps escaping to frame her face, giving her a charmingly disheveled look that made your heart race. You often found her beautiful, even in the depths of her grind-perhaps even more so, because she poured her heart into everything she did. There was something captivating about the way she focused entirely on her work, the intensity in her expression, the way her brow furrowed slightly as she concentrated.

As you leaned against the doorframe, you felt a familiar tug of longing to be closer to her, to pull her away from the confines of her studies, if only for a moment. You knew how hard she worked, how dedicated she was, and you admired her for it. But you also sensed that she needed a break, a moment of reprieve from the relentless tide of information that threatened to consume her.

"Gerri," you called softly, your voice breaking the quietness like fine china shattering on a hard surface. She glanced up, momentarily startled, her eyes wide with surprise before her lips broke into a small smile that made your heart flutter. That smile was everything to you; it was a reminder of the light she brought into your life.

"Hey," she said, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, a gesture that always made you smile. "What's up? I'm kind of in the middle of this-"

"I know," you interrupted, stepping into the room, your heart pounding with anticipation as you entered her sacred space. "But I have a proposition for you. How about you abandon your precious studies for a bit and lay with me?" The hopeful glimmer in your eyes was unmistakable, a playful twinkle of mischief dancing there.

Gerri arched an eyebrow, half-amused and half-exasperated, her lips curving in a way that suggested she was both annoyed and charmed. "You know I can't just abandon them. I have a quiz tomorrow, remember? I'm never going to make it through if I keep getting distracted."

"Just for a little while," you pressed, walking over to her desk and leaning down so that your face was just inches from hers, your breath mingling in the space between you. "I promise I won't fall asleep. You can even quiz me."

She chuckled softly, the sound like a gentle breeze rustling through trees, and you couldn't help but grin at her. "And what if you do fall asleep? You know you always do when you get comfortable."

"Then you'll just have to make sure I stay awake," you shot back with a playful grin, nudging her shoulder gently. "Besides, I just want to be close to you."

Gerri hesitated for a moment, her focus wavering as she scanned the piles of books that surrounded her. The words blurred together, but your warm gaze held her captive, the longing in your eyes making her heart race in a way no number of textbooks ever could. She found herself wanting to give in, to escape the pressure of expectations and responsibilities, if only for a moment. Finally, she sighed, a reluctant yet affectionate smile gracing her features. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Perhaps," you admitted, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement. "But I'm your impossible."

"Fine," she relented with a theatrical roll of her eyes, a gesture that only made you laugh. "Ten minutes. Then I'm back to studying."

You grinned and leaped onto the bed, throwing the blankets to the side as you patted the space beside you with a dramatic flourish. "Deal!"

It took Gerri no time to abandon her case of books. The moment she settled next to you, it was as if the world stood still. The warm glow of the evening sun enveloped you both, creating a cocoon of comfort in the room. She glanced over at you, finding solace and comfort in your presence. You nestled against her, resting your head on her shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of shampoo that lingered in her hair, a familiar aroma that always made you feel at home. The tension of the evening seeped away as you both shared quiet laughter and soft whispers, the worries of the world fading into the background.

"See? Isn't this better than studying?" you murmured, your voice muffled against her.

Gerri chuckled, running her fingers through your hair absentmindedly. "I suppose it is... but I still have an exam to study for." Nevertheless, a small part of her cared less and less about her studies as she felt the beat of your heart against her chest, a rhythm that calmed her racing thoughts.

"Just close your eyes for five minutes," you whispered, lifting your head just enough to gaze deeply into her eyes, your fingers tracing the outline of her jaw. "Please."

She sighed but couldn't resist the pull of your presence. As Gerri closed her eyes, you shifted in closer, resting your head more comfortably against her chest. Time seemed to stretch around the two of you in the cocoon of togetherness, the outside world dimming in importance as she slowly relaxed, your gentle heartbeat lulling her into a light daze.

But ten minutes turned into twenty, and then into an hour, as her thoughts of quizzes and chapters faded away, replaced instead by the sound of your soft breaths. The warmth radiating from Gerri and the soothing tranquility of the moment tugged at you, beckoning you to give in to exhaustion. You fought against it valiantly for as long as you could, but the soothing rhythm of her heart beneath your ear began to slow your thoughts and quiet your mind.

"Don't fall asleep," Gerri murmured half-heartedly, her voice laced with sleepiness, "or else... I'll be forced to study without you."

But your eyes fluttered shut against your will, cheek pressed against the fabric of her shirt. Before you could finish forming a coherent thought, the darkness enveloped you, and you slipped into a world of dreams.

Sometime later, you felt a gentle nudge against your side, coaxing you back to consciousness. Your eyes blinked open slowly to the sight of Gerri smiling down at you, her hair spilling over her shoulder like a waterfall of night.

"Gerri?" you mumbled, still groggy. "Did I fall asleep?"

She laughed, a bright sound that chased away the remnants of slumber, and you couldn't help but smile back. "Just a little. I've been studying for ages now."

"Sorry," you said sheepishly, stretching your arms above your head. "I promised I wouldn't... but you're so comfortable."

"Oh, don't apologize," she replied softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear with a tender smile. "I'd rather have you here than any of those books anyway."

You smiled at her words, feeling warmth bloom in your chest, a sense of belonging washing over you. "Then let's make a deal. I'll keep you company while you study, and we'll take breaks to cuddle. It's the best of both worlds!"

Gerri looked thoughtful for a moment, her eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and mischief. "Alright, you have a deal, my impossible love."

As she leaned in closer, you wrapped your arms around her, and the sunlight poured in once again, warming the room with the promise of shared laughter and whispered dreams.

The evening wore on, and the study became a sanctuary, a place where the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you and the gentle hum of your connection. Gerri reached for her textbooks, but instead of diving back into her studies, she found herself stealing glances at you, her mind drifting from equations and theories to the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed, the way your smile lit up the room.

"What are you thinking?" you asked, noticing her gaze lingering on you.

"I was just thinking about how nice it is to have a break," she admitted, a shy smile crossing her lips. "And how much I appreciate you being here."

You chuckled, your heart swelling. "I could say the same. You work too hard, you know that? You deserve to take a break every now and then."

Gerri sighed, her expression shifting slightly as she fiddled with the corner of her notebook. "I know, but I just want to do well. I feel so much pressure to keep my grades up, to prove that I can handle everything."

"Hey," you said softly, tilting her chin up so that she was looking directly at you. "You don't have to prove anything to anyone. You're already amazing just as you are. Your hard work shows in everything you do."

She blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in your voice. "You really think so?"

"Absolutely," you replied, your gaze steady and warm. "You're brilliant, Gerri. But even the brightest stars need a little time to shine without the pressure."

Gerri smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly at your words. "You always know how to make me feel better."

"That's my job," you said, grinning. "To support you, to remind you to take a break and breathe."

With a soft laugh, she leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder again. "Okay, okay, you win. I'll take a break. But only because you're here."

You both settled into a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the gentle rustle of pages turning and the occasional soft laugh that escaped your lips as you exchanged stories about your day. Gerri shared anecdotes about her classes, her professors, and the colorful characters she encountered at the library, each story painting a vivid picture of her life outside the confines of study.

"And then there was this one time when I accidentally spilled coffee all over my notes right before a presentation," she said, giggling at the memory. "I thought I was going to die of embarrassment!"

You laughed along with her, picturing the scene in your mind. "What did you do?"

"I had to improvise! I ended up making up a whole story about how the coffee spill was a metaphor for the chaotic nature of research," she said, beaming with pride. "Somehow, I think I even got a good grade on it."

"See? You're resourceful. You've got this!" you encouraged, nudging her playfully. "Next time, just keep a spare cup of coffee nearby for dramatic effect."

"Right? The ultimate study hack!" Gerri chuckled, shaking her head. "But really, I appreciate you being here to listen. Sometimes, it feels like I'm doing all of this in a vacuum."

You nodded, understanding the weight of her words. "It can be isolating, especially when you're so focused on your studies. But remember, you're not alone. You have me, and I'm always here for you."

A comfortable silence settled between you again, but this time, it felt different-deeper, more intimate. The golden light of the setting sun bathed the room in warmth, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment. You had always cherished the time you spent with Gerri, the way she made even the most mundane moments feel special.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the room, Gerri shifted slightly, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "You know, I sometimes wonder what it would be like if I didn't have all these responsibilities. What if I could just... be?"

"What do you mean?" you asked, intrigued.

"I mean, what if I could just explore and travel, experience life without the constant pressure of exams and grades?" she mused, her eyes sparkling with a hint of longing. "What if I could just focus on the things that make me happy?"

"Then let's do it," you said, your voice steady and confident. "Let's make a plan. We could take a weekend trip somewhere, just to unwind and explore. It could be a mini-adventure!"

Gerri's eyes widened with surprise, and then a slow smile spread across her face. "You'd really want to do that?"

"Of course! I want to see you happy, Gerri. And if that means escaping for a bit and experiencing life outside of studying, I'm all in," you replied, your enthusiasm infectious.

She considered this for a moment, her expression shifting from surprise to excitement. "That sounds amazing! I've always wanted to explore the coast. Maybe we could go hiking or visit some cute little towns?"

"Absolutely! We could pack a picnic, find a nice spot by the water, and just relax," you suggested, your mind racing with possibilities.

"Yes! And we could take photos, make memories, and just enjoy each other's company," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "It sounds perfect!"

The thought of a spontaneous adventure filled you both with a sense of anticipation and excitement, a welcome change from the routine that had become all too familiar. In that moment, the weight of her studies seemed to lift, if only for a little while, and the prospect of exploring the world together became a beacon of hope.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Gerri turned to you, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you for always being there for me. I don't think I say it enough, but it means the world to me."

You smiled, feeling warmth bloom in your chest at her words. "You don't have to thank me. I care about you, Gerri. That's what love is all about."

With a soft blush, she reached for your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours. The simple gesture felt electric, a connection that transcended words. You both sat there, hand in hand, as the evening deepened around you, the room slowly filling with twilight.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Gerri asked, her voice soft and nostalgic. "I was so nervous about starting my classes, and you just came up and introduced yourself like it was the easiest thing in the world."

"Of course! You looked so overwhelmed, and I thought, 'I have to help her,'" you replied, chuckling at the memory. "I was so drawn to your passion for learning, even then. It was like you had this light about you."

She smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. "And I remember thinking how kind and approachable you were. It made such a difference in those first few weeks."

The conversation flowed easily, memories weaving a tapestry of shared experiences that brought you closer together. You talked about your hopes and dreams, your fears and insecurities, and the things that inspired you both. Every laugh, every shared secret felt like another thread binding your hearts together, creating a bond that felt unbreakable.

As the night deepened, the stars began to twinkle outside the window, casting a soft glow across the room. You turned your gaze to Gerri, watching as she leaned back against the headboard, her eyes shining with warmth and affection.

"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course," you replied, leaning in closer, eager to hear what she had to say.

"I sometimes worry that I'm not enough, that I'm not living up to everyone's expectations," she confessed, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I feel like I should be achieving more, doing better, and it can be overwhelming."

Your heart ached for her, understanding the weight of those words all too well. "Gerri, you are more than enough. You don't have to prove anything to anyone. Your worth isn't tied to your grades or accomplishments. You are brilliant, kind, and so incredibly capable."

Tears glistened in her eyes as she absorbed your words, and you reached out to gently cup her face in your hands. "Just remember, I'm here for you. You don't have to carry that burden alone."

Gerri leaned into your touch, her breath catching slightly as she fought back tears. "Thank you for always seeing me, for always believing in me."

"I'll always believe in you," you promised, your voice steady and sincere. "And I'll always be right here by your side, cheering you on."

The moment hung between you, charged with emotion and understanding. You both knew that life could be challenging, but in that moment, it felt like nothing could come between you. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close, wanting to shield her from the worries that plagued her mind.

As you held her, your heart swelled with love and admiration. You wanted to be her safe haven, a place where she could find comfort and solace amidst the chaos of life. You wanted to remind her that it was okay to take a step back, to breathe, and to simply be.

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence, the soft sound of your breaths mingling in the air. The world outside continued to fade away, leaving only the warmth of your connection and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

But as the minutes turned into hours, the weight of Gerri's studies began to creep back into the room, a reminder of the responsibilities that awaited her. You sensed the shift in her mood, the flicker of anxiety that crossed her face as she glanced at the pile of textbooks still waiting for her attention.

"Hey," you said gently, brushing your fingers against her arm. "We can take a break from studying for a little while longer, right? We have time."

She nodded, a small smile breaking through the tension. "You're right. I just get so wrapped up in everything, and it's hard to pull myself away."

"Let's make a pact," you suggested, your eyes gleaming with determination. "No more studying tonight. We'll focus on enjoying each other's company and making memories. Tomorrow, we can tackle the textbooks together."

Her smile widened, and you could see the weight begin to lift from her shoulders. "That sounds perfect. I'd rather spend time with you than be buried in those books any day."

"Then it's settled," you declared, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over you. "Tonight is all about us."

With that, the two of you settled into a comfortable rhythm, sharing stories, laughter, and dreams. The night unfolded like a beautiful tapestry, each moment weaving together to create a vivid picture of love and companionship.

As the stars twinkled outside the window, you both talked about your aspirations, the places you wanted to visit, and the adventures you dreamed of embarking on together. Each shared dream felt like a promise, a glimpse into a future filled with possibilities.

Gerri's laughter rang out like music, and you felt a warmth spreading through you as you watched her come alive in the moment. She was radiant, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for the connection you shared.

As the hours passed, the world outside faded into a distant memory, and the only thing that mattered was the warmth of her presence beside you. You cherished the way she looked at you, the way her laughter filled the room, and the comfort of simply being together.

Eventually, the conversation began to slow, and you both found yourselves lost in the comfortable silence that enveloped you. Gerri leaned her head against your shoulder once more, her eyes growing heavy with sleep.

"Stay with me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, a hint of vulnerability lacing her words.

"Always," you replied, wrapping your arms around her protectively. "I'm right here."

As Gerri closed her eyes, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. The world outside may have been filled with challenges and responsibilities, but in this moment, everything felt perfect. You were exactly where you were meant to be, and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

But ten minutes turned into twenty, and then into an hour, as her thoughts of quizzes and chapters faded away, replaced instead by the sound of your soft breaths.

The warmth radiating from Gerri and the soothing tranquility of the moment tugged at you, beckoning you to give in to exhaustion. As you promised, you fought it valiantly for as long as you could, but the soothing rhythm of her heart beneath your ear began to slow your thoughts and quiet your mind.

"Don't fall asleep," Gerri murmured half-heartedly, her voice laced with sleepiness, "or else... I'll be forced to study without you."

But your eyes fluttered shut against your will, cheek pressed against the fabric of her shirt. Before you could finish forming a coherent thought, the darkness enveloped you, and you slipped into a world of dreams.

Sometime later, you felt a gentle nudge against your side, coaxing you back to consciousness. Your eyes blinked open slowly to the sight of Gerri smiling down at you, her hair spilling over her shoulder like a waterfall of night.

"Gerri?" you mumbled, still groggy. "Did I fall asleep?"

She laughed, a bright sound that chased away the remnants of slumber, and you couldn't help but smile back. "Just a little. I've been studying for ages now."

"Sorry," you said sheepishly, stretching your arms above your head. "I promised I wouldn't... but you're so comfortable."

"Oh, don't apologize," she replied softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear with a tender smile. "I'd rather have you here than any of those books anyway."

You smiled at her words, feeling warmth bloom in your chest, a sense of belonging washing over you. "Then let's make a deal. I'll keep you company while you study, and we'll take breaks to cuddle. It's the best of both worlds!"

Gerri looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "Alright, you have a deal, my impossible love."

As she leaned in closer, you wrapped your arms around her, and the sunlight poured in once again, warming the room with the promise of shared laughter and whispered dreams. You both knew that life could be challenging, but in that moment, it felt like nothing could come between you. You were ready to face whatever came next, as long as you had each other.

In the days that followed, you and Gerri began to find a balance between her studies and your time together. You made it a point to carve out moments for each other amidst the chaos of life. Whether it was a spontaneous study session with snacks, a walk through the park, or simply curling up on the couch with a movie, each moment felt like a small victory.

One evening, as the two of you worked side by side at her desk, Gerri suddenly looked up from her notes, a spark of inspiration lighting up her eyes. "What if we turned our study breaks into mini-adventures? Like, we could go explore a new café or a bookstore every week!"

You grinned at her enthusiasm. "That sounds amazing! I'm all for it. It'll give you something to look forward to while you study."

Gerri beamed, her excitement infectious. "Yes! And we can try new things, discover hidden gems in the city. It'll be a fun way to reward ourselves for all the hard work!"

"Definitely! We'll make a list of places to check out, and we'll become the ultimate study-adventure duo," you said, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of exploring together.

As the weeks went by, your little adventures became a cherished routine. You discovered cozy cafés with the best pastries, tucked-away bookstores filled with stories waiting to be uncovered, and parks that offered a peaceful escape from the hustle and bustle of daily life. With each outing, Gerri's stress seemed to melt away a little more, her laughter ringing through the air like a melody.

One afternoon, you found yourselves at a quaint little café, sipping on steaming cups of coffee while indulging in decadent desserts. The ambiance was perfect, with soft music playing in the background and the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air.

"This place is amazing," Gerri said, her eyes sparkling as she took in the surroundings. "I can't believe we've never been here before!"

"I know, right? It's like a hidden treasure," you replied, grinning at her enthusiasm. "I'm glad we decided to explore."

As you both savored your treats, Gerri leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You know, I think these little adventures have really helped me. I feel so much more focused and motivated when I come back to study."

"See? You're not just a study machine; you're allowed to enjoy life too!" you teased gently, and she laughed, the sound brightening the atmosphere around you.

"True! You've opened my eyes to the importance of balance," she admitted, her gaze softening as she looked at you. "Thank you for encouraging me to take breaks and explore. It's made such a difference."

"It's my pleasure," you replied, your heart swelling with warmth. "I just want to see you happy. And besides, I get to enjoy these adventures with you!"

A comfortable silence settled between you, filled with the sounds of clinking cups and laughter from other patrons. You watched as Gerri took a sip of her coffee, a small smile lingering on her lips. In that moment, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the connection you shared, the way it had blossomed into something truly beautiful.

As the weeks turned into months, Gerri's confidence began to flourish alongside her studies. She tackled her coursework with renewed energy, and her determination only seemed to grow stronger. You watched in awe as she excelled in her classes, her hard work paying off in ways that made her shine.

And yet, amidst all the achievements, you felt a sense of pride in knowing that you had played a part in her journey. You had supported her, cheered her on, and reminded her of the importance of balance. It felt incredible to witness her growth, her transformation into the brilliant, confident woman you always knew she could be.

One evening, as you both sat together on her bed surrounded by textbooks and notes, Gerri looked up from her work, her expression serious. "I've been thinking a lot lately about what I want to do after graduation."

You felt a flicker of curiosity. "Oh? What's on your mind?"

"I want to pursue a career that allows me to make a difference, to help others," she said, her voice steady. "I've been considering going into research or maybe even teaching. I want to share my passion for learning with others and inspire them, just like you've inspired me."

Your heart swelled with pride as you listened to her words. "That sounds incredible, Gerri. You'd be an amazing teacher, and your passion would light up any classroom."

She smiled, her eyes shining with conviction. "I hope so. I just want to make an impact, even if it's in a small way. I want to help students find their love for learning, just like I did."

"You're going to do great things, I have no doubt about that," you said, reaching out to take her hand. "And I'll be right there cheering you on every step of the way."

Gerri squeezed your hand, her warmth radiating through the space between you. "Thank you. Your support means everything to me."

As the evening wore on, you both settled into a comfortable routine, exchanging ideas and discussing the possibilities that lay ahead. The dreams you shared felt like promises, a glimpse into a future filled with hope and endless potential.

But as the weeks turned into months, the weight of Gerri's studies began to creep back into the room, a reminder of the responsibilities that awaited her. You sensed the shift in her mood, the flicker of anxiety that crossed her face as she glanced at the pile of textbooks still waiting for her attention.

"Hey," you said gently, brushing your fingers against her arm. "We can take a break from studying for a little while longer, right? We have time."

She nodded, a small smile breaking through the tension. "You're right. I just get so wrapped up in everything, and it's hard to pull myself away."

"Let's make a pact," you suggested, your eyes gleaming with determination. "No more studying tonight. We'll focus on enjoying each other's company and making memories. Tomorrow, we can tackle the textbooks together."

Her smile widened, and you could see the weight begin to lift from her shoulders. "That sounds perfect. I'd rather spend time with you than be buried in those books any day."

With that, the two of you settled into a comfortable rhythm, sharing stories, laughter, and dreams. The night unfolded like a beautiful tapestry, each moment weaving together to create a vivid picture of love and companionship.

As the stars twinkled outside the window, you both talked about your aspirations, the places you wanted to visit, and the adventures you dreamed of embarking on together. Each shared dream felt like a promise, a glimpse into a future filled with possibilities.

Gerri's laughter rang out like music, and you felt a warmth spreading through you as you watched her come alive in the moment. She was radiant, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for the connection you shared.

Eventually, the conversation began to slow, and you both found yourselves lost in the comfortable silence that enveloped you. Gerri leaned her head against your shoulder once more, her eyes growing heavy with sleep.

"Stay with me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, a hint of vulnerability lacing her words.

"Always," you replied, wrapping your arms around her protectively. "I'm right here."

As Gerri closed her eyes, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. The world outside may have been filled with challenges and responsibilities, but in this moment, everything felt perfect. You were exactly where you were meant to be, and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

In the days that followed, you and Gerri continued to navigate the delicate balance between her studies and your time together. The little adventures you embarked on became cherished memories, each outing strengthening the bond between you.

But as Gerri's exams approached, the stress began to mount once again. You could see the familiar signs-the way her brow would furrow in concentration, the way she would bite her lip when she was deep in thought. It broke your heart to see her so overwhelmed, and you knew you had to step in.

One afternoon, as Gerri sat surrounded by textbooks, her eyes glazed over from hours of studying, you approached her with a determined look on your face.

"Gerri," you said firmly, catching her attention. "It's time for a break."

She looked up, surprise etched on her features. "But I can't! I have so much to cover before the exam tomorrow."

"Exactly! That's why you need a break," you insisted, reaching for her hand. "You can't cram everything in at once. Your brain needs time to process."

She hesitated, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "I don't know..."

"Trust me," you said softly, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "Let's go for a walk. Fresh air will do you good."

After a moment of contemplation, she sighed and nodded, reluctantly setting her notes aside. "Okay, but just a short one."

You beamed, knowing you had won this small victory. "Perfect! Just what the doctor ordered."

As you both stepped outside, the sun bathed the world in a warm glow, and you took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp air. Gerri walked beside you, her shoulders relaxing slightly as you ventured into the nearby park, a favorite spot of yours both.

The vibrant colors of the flowers and the sound of birds chirping filled the air, a reminder of the beauty that existed outside of the textbooks and notes. You led Gerri to a quiet bench, and you both sat down, letting the serenity of the moment wash over you.

"See? Isn't this nice?" you asked, glancing at her.

Gerri smiled, her expression softening as she took in the scene. "It is. I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Sometimes, you just need to step away from it all," you replied, your voice gentle. "You're doing amazing, but you can't forget to take care of yourself too."

She nodded, her gaze thoughtful. "You're right. I get so caught up in my studies that I forget to take a step back."

You watched as she took a deep breath, the tension in her shoulders easing. "This is what life is about, Gerri. Finding that balance between work and play, between studying and living."

"I appreciate you reminding me of that," she said, her eyes warm with gratitude. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection for her. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm here for the long haul."

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue across the park, you found yourselves lost in conversation once again. You talked about your dreams, your fears, and everything in between. The connection you shared felt stronger than ever, a bond forged through laughter and understanding.

Eventually, the shadows began to lengthen, and you both knew it was time to head back. As you walked hand in hand, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. You had managed to pull Gerri away from her studies, even if just for a little while, and it had made all the difference.

When you returned to her study, Gerri picked up her notes with renewed energy, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Thank you for that. I really needed it."

You grinned at her, feeling a sense of pride. "Anytime. Now, let's tackle those textbooks together!"

As the two of you settled in for another study session, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the connection you shared. No matter how challenging life became, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could face anything.

The days turned into weeks, and soon enough, the day of Gerri's exam arrived. The anticipation hung thick in the air as she prepared for the final stretch of her studies. You could see the nervous energy radiating from her, and you wanted to do everything in your power to help her relax.

"Hey," you said gently, catching her attention as she paced back and forth in her room. "Take a deep breath."

She paused, her shoulders tense, and looked at you. "I'm just so worried."

"I know. But remember all the work you've put in? You're going to do great," you assured her, stepping closer. "You've got this."

Gerri took a deep breath, her expression softening slightly. "You really think so?"

"Absolutely," you replied with conviction. "And no matter what happens, I'm proud of you. You've worked so hard."

As the hours ticked by, you both spent the time before the exam reviewing her notes and quizzing each other. You could see her confidence growing, her nerves settling as she focused on the material.

Finally, the moment arrived for Gerri to head to her exam. As she gathered her things, you felt a mix of excitement and anxiety for her. "You're going to crush it," you said, your voice steady.

Gerri smiled, her eyes shining with determination. "Thank you for everything. I couldn't have done this without your support."

"Just remember to breathe and take your time," you reminded her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You've got this."

With one last hug, Gerri headed out the door, and you watched her go, feeling a swell of pride in your chest. You knew she was ready to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead.

The hours that followed felt like a blur as you waited for her to return. You paced around your room, thoughts racing through your mind. You couldn't help but wonder how she was doing, if she was feeling confident, and if all her hard work was paying off.

Finally, the door opened, and Gerri stepped inside, her expression a mix of relief and exhilaration. "I did it!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with energy.

You rushed over, wrapping her in a tight embrace. "I knew you could! How did it go?"

She pulled back, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I felt so prepared! I think I did really well."

"See? I told you!" you said, beaming at her. "I'm so proud of you."

Gerri laughed, the sound bright and full of joy. "I couldn't have done it without you cheering me on. You were my secret weapon!"

You both settled onto the couch, she leaned in closer, you wrapped your arms around her, and the sunlight poured in once again, warming the room with the promise of shared laughter and whispered dreams. And in that perfect moment, everything felt effortlessly right—the studies could wait, but this… this was what mattered most

[iaminfourthwing]

The Generals Daugther

Chapter XII

The sun stands high as we all line up at the entrance to the vale to walk between the dragon’s formation. Garrick just gave us our instructions and so far, we are (mostly) ready to go in. But there are still some … questionable people who have to make our lives harder.

“Can I ask a question?” Luca says in front of us. Have you ever met the human version of a headache? “Oh, this is going to be good” I whisper annoyed while pinching the bridge of my nose.

Garrick nods, but the ticking of his jaw shows how annoyed he really is. Me too, buddy.

“Third Squad, Tail Section of Fourth Wing already made it through, and I talked to some of them …” “That’s not a damn question” I hiss out.

This is already nerve wrecking without her yapping … why can’t she just shut up? Garrick’s eyes find mine, amusement obvious in them before he turns back to Luca.

“It’s just … some of them said there is a feathertail.” Oh?!

“A f-feathertail?” Tynan shrieks. “Who the hell would want to bond such a thing?”

Amari, please help me survive these idiots. Rhiannon shakes her head in disappointment, but Sawyer looks intrigued. “Professor Kaori didn’t say something about a feathertail” he says. “I have every dragon memorized he showed us, and I didn’t see a feathertail.”

“Nerd” I whisper with a teasing grin. He just shoves my shoulder while smiling. “As if you don’t have everything remembered” he grins back.

“Look. Feathertails don’t bond, so relax. If there is really one, then it is probably just curious. When you are up, stay on the damn path. You don’t walk alone but in your squad. It doesn’t get any easier so whatever you do, not following the rules and instructions for example, you deserve whatever happens to you, kids.”

Well damn, thank you for that. But his “pep-talk” did the job, because everyone is finally quiet. Even Luca, who looks like she is about to shit her pants.

A woman I’ve seen a few times around steps forward and ushers us to stand in one line. I am at the very back, Ridoc in front of me. “Talk” she orders.

“Nice day for presentation” Ridoc jokes. I choke out a laugh. “Yeah, the air is nicely fresh with a lingering smell of death” He joins my snickering.

Sawyer in front of Ridoc shakes his head in disbelief.

“You two need to be studied because how the fuck can you two always be so …” he struggles to find the right word. “Unhinged” Garrick.

“Yes right. So fucking unhinged in the wrong situations?”

We look at each other, then back at our curly haired friend. We shrug. “Amari, give me patience” Garrick mutters while stepping away, shaking his head in disbelief just like Sawyer did moments prior.

“See you after the stroll” the senior wingleader says and steps to the side, revealing the dirt path leading through the vale. Let’s go into the dragon’s den.

The first dragons we pass after a few minutes are red ones, three of them. They’re incredible huge but nothing beats the black beast.

“I can’t see their tails” Tynan shouts from the front. Is he dumb? “Yeah, let’s go, scream into their faces. I am sure they’ll like that” I murmur sarcastically, loud enough for Ridoc to hear me. He snorts but doesn’t turn around.

“I need to figure out which one I am going to approach during Threshing” he shouts again. Amari, give him brain please.

“There is not a single reason why he should bond a dragon. He would get us all killed before he figures out how to get on top of one” Ridoc snaps. I try to surpass a laugh but don’t say anything against it, because he is right.

While Ridoc and Sawyer are talking about who they’d like to bond I let my gaze wander around, accidentally making eye contact with an orange one. Bowing my head, I turn away.

“What the hell?” Tynan, again. “What now fucker?” I hiss to myself.

Violet and Tynan are bickering in the front while everyone stares to the right. What-Oh.

At the end of the line is a tiny yellowish, no – golden, dragon. That must be the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen. “Maybe it’s a mistake” I hear Sawyer say. “Maybe it’s a baby orange.”

Suddenly he lunges at Tynan, grabbing his collar while he hisses something in his face.

“What the fuck is going on up there” I ask Ridoc. “I think Tynan said something to Violet about her being weak and that she should bond the little dragon. Matching her weakness.” he whispers.

Oh gods, he really has no shame.

“Someone should kill it before it bonds” Tynan chokes out, not noticing the feathertail swinging it’s head into his direction. Is it glaring at him? Cute. “Someone should kill you for being disrespectful in front of dragon’s” I hiss at him.

We get back into formation and start walking again. Aaand … Luca is complaining again. Or more like insulting the dragons. And hasn't even been five minutes. Violet and her talk about folklore and about wyvern.

“You don’t know what a wyvern is?” Rhiannon asks with a dumbfounded face. Lucas face is beet red when I catch sight of her, obviously embarrassed.

“Don`t be ashamed of yourself Luca. That`s your parents’ job” I call in her direction, making her gasp, offended. The two boys in front of me can’t hold their laughter.

We are walking near a set of reds who kind of look annoyed. Shit, time to shut up if I want to live. One of them steps a foot forward and open its mouth.

“Fuck” I curse as fire streams through the air into Rhiannon’s direction. Ridoc gasps audibly. The scent of sulfur and … death fills the air as everyone holds their breath.

‘Please don’t be Rhiannon. Please don’t be Rhiannon’ I beg quietly in my mind.

The red one steps back to his prior place and I look to the side, hoping it wasn’t- “You okay, Rhi?” Violet calls forward. “Yes, but Pryor…” she answers with a shaking voice. Thank god, it wasn’t her who got incinerated.

“Oh my god, the smell” Luca complains again which makes Violet turn around furiously. “Do you even have a sense of decency?” she spits, not noticing the two greens stepping in her direction.

“Violet” Ridoc whispers horrified. The girl immediately turns around and comes face to face with the dragons. She bows her head, and I can see her lips moving, talking to them when they start sniffing her. Oh… The armor! Teines scales! I could kiss Mira right now.

They sniff some more while Violet still talks to them and then they are retreating. Before I can ask her if she is okay, I feel something … different.

It’s like a lingering presence at the entrance of my mind. I subtly let my eyes scan over the dragons and the path but can’t notice anything different. The presence still there.

When I make eye contact with the red one from before it looks interested. A loud grumble interrupts us, and I think I see its eyes widening for a second but that could be my mind playing tricks on me.

I didn’t even notice another squad member being torched, only when we are out of the vale I notice Luca missing. Sawyer confirms my suspicions.

“She got … incinerated.”

“Thank god, finally” I breathe out in relief but snort the next second and slap my hand over my mouth as my squad members (minus Tynan) break out in loud laughter. Garrick looks at me in disbelief, again.

I shrug. What a day.

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Adrian Tepes x Reader • I Need You To Help Me Forget

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Includes talking about what happened to Alucard and his assault and his feelings towards it with Reader who loves him dearly.

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Word Count: 1,628. It was only supposed to be 1,000 words but I still went over it so be happy about that y'all lol.

Enjoy the read!

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Her kisses are gentle, careful and he can feel his heart racing in his chest. Hammering.

It feels nice, lovely, and Alucard can't help how warm he feels being under her while she sits above him, holding his face with her hands as she covers his face in kisses. She kisses his lips, once, twice, three times before kissing his cheeks and after that she kisses along his jawline in a way that makes his breath hitch.

He can feel that similar heat in his gut, a feeling that he both loved and hated and just like that he was trembling.

He loved her so much. Too much.

And sometimes he feared her using him, playing him like he's been done before even though she's been by his side for years now. Helping him, keeping him safe.

A sense of guilt rushes over him and against his will he's remembering things he doesn't wish to. He wants her kisses but he feels dirty knowing used been used before. He feels unworthy of her love and of course she notices his tense nature, as she always does, and she pulls away quickly looking down at him with a worried gaze. Worried that she did something wrong and that hurt him more because never has she done him wrong and he needed her to know that.

She opens her mouth as if to apologize but he's quick to shake his head, closing his eyes for a moment as he gathers his breath. He's warm all over, a ball of fire in his gut. He wants her and he needs her to know he wants her.

His trauma annoyed him, made him angry beyond belief at times and sometimes… it came out on her. Sometimes he'd be so angry she'd catch the fire but she always managed to put him out as well… calming him with her smooth voice, holding him in her warm hands, kissing him with her angelic lips. She was his heaven on this earth and he needed her to know that.

“No.” He breathes as he looks at her again with those beautiful golden eyes of his. They're a little teary like he might cry. “Don't stop, please don't love my love.” He says softly as he looks up to her and it's like he's begging.

He needs her.

“Are you sure? Really sure?” She asked seriously as she leaned down, lips hovering over his own as she looked him in his eyes with her own and he loves how much she cares. She's supposed to after all.

He nods eagerly and she watches him for a moment before smiling softly and leaning in to kiss those lips of his again for a moment, hungry for another taste of him.

They press against each other before she nips his bottom lip and with a small moan he opens up for her. The way his tongue slides out to lace with hers is enough to make him rock hard in his undergarments and since she's in his lap, sitting so comfortably, he groans at the feeling of her against him. The heat between their bodies is enough to drive him wild and he needs her, needs her to keep kissing him, to keep touching him and to never leave him. Ever.

He needs it all.

She slides her tongue against his and moans softly as his hands move down to slowly grip her hips. He squeezes them, digging his nails into her skin a little as he holds her firmly against that hot bulge in his boxers. He can feel her through her panties, how warm and wet she's getting as she straddled him and when he gives a roll of his hips as if testing the waters she moans.

The noise makes his eyes roll back a little, before shutting. His hands squeeze her some more and he finds himself having to control himself.

There's a need to flip her over, to grab her by her hair or her throat and ram himself into her over and over again until she's screaming, crying that she'll stay with him, that she'll never leave.

And he's tempted.

Very tempted.

He can wait. He will wait because he's obsessed with her love, her attention and he'd be damned if he didn't receive every single bit of it.

She rolls her hips and he arches his back a little, searching for more… so much more.

He wants to rip their clothes off, to feel every inch and part of her around him… to pin her head down as she pleads for mercy but he doesn't want to hurt her, to scare her, even if she's completely happy with any and all the attention he gives her.

It feels good.

She feels good.

And he can't bother imagining his world without her after all this time. He'd rather die than lose her, then have her leave but he knows that she cares. That she loves him more than this world itself and knowing such makes him hot, needy.

He ruts his hips into her's, she's so pillowy and she grows wetter as she moans above him. She leans up, tossing her head back in pleasure at the grinding. He's hot against her like a burning sun.

His hands hold her tightly and soon he's tearing at her panties. He needs her, needs to feel her and he's practically losing his mind as they move against each other as their noises fill the air around them. Alucard could hardly control himself as he holds her and before he can stop himself he's flipping them over, caging her in under him as he continues to rock his hips.

He holds her legs open and watches as clothed cock rubs over her clothed and soaking wet cunt. He pants heavily much like a wild animal as he grips at the bed, nails digging in as she moans and pants. She whines his name, hands moving to caress and grope his chest before she runs her hands down his sides and holds his hips.

Even though he's not completely naked he feels hot all over and he pants as he looks her in her face as she gasps and calls out his name.

He's lost in her. Lost in her love, in her touches, her cries as she begs for more and Alucard feels an innate sense of relief.

Before he can stop himself he leans down and buried his fangs in his throat and they both explode. The feeling of his fangs send a wave of pain through her for a second and then explosive pleasure and she arches against him as she lets out a loud cry.

He groans hotly against her neck, the taste of her blood on his tongue and her hips shaking sends him into euphoria and he cums hard with a violent shudder as he presses hard against her.

He takes a moment to pull away from her, savoring that taste of hers with a moan before slowly pulling away. He's shivering and there's blood on his lips, his cheeks are red and his breath is ragged and he looks at her with enough love to shatter their reality. She breathes heavily, panting hotly under him, her legs around his waist and her hands on his chest as she looks up at him.

For a moment there's nothing but their panting but after a moment she grins at him, that cute and silly grin that he loved seeing on her so much and it makes his heart leap to his throat as her hands slowly move to wrap around his shoulders.

They kiss again, hot and desperate as she tastes her own blood on his lips.

“I love you.” He breathes, moaning softly as he moves his arms to hug her, squeezing her close as he spoke.

“I love you so much.” He whimpers softly and she purrs against his lips, lacing her fingers in his gorgeous blond hair, pulling him in even more even if there was already no space between their bodies.

“And you know I love you too.” She giggles. “I love you from the moon and back three times over, Adrien.” She smiles up at him after they pull away from a moment and her smile is so kind that he can't help the way it brings a few tears to his eyes. He sniffles, thanking her softly.

Thanking her for loving him, for being with him and she shushes him with kisses as she laces them over his cheeks as she kisses his tears away.

“No need to thank me. You deserve as much love as anyone else does and I'm happy to give it all to you.” She hums softly and as she holds his cheeks now he melts into her hold like a big happy dog. He loved her more than he could ever love anyone else and he was glad to finally have someone like her in his life.

“I want to be with you forever.” She breathes and he sobs softly as he hugs him tight. He refused to ever let her go.

“Then do so. Promise to never leave me.” He says with such a small voice that he almost seems like a small child pleasing for love and affection and she kisses those lips of his again, stealing his breath.

“I promise. I put it on my soul that I'll never leave your side.” She promises as they hold each other close, desperate to feel each other even more.

He loved her more than he's ever loved anyone else and he refused to ever let go and so did she.

They'd be together forever. He refused any other option.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

okay hear me out, what abt a kasha!reader ( https://yokai.com/kasha/ ) w/ the proxies? (separate)

maybe they're just, an absolute little shit and likes to steal fresh corpses of their kills. i saw the one ask featuring a youkai so i HAD to jump in w/ one

Yes! I love mythology and reading stories about different cryptids is a guilty pleasure of mine. Loved the ask, feel free to send in more!

ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ <- kasha

Masky Hoodie Toby and Eyeless jack x kasha Reader

Masky

★ Kasha's are said to carry the bodies of the dead to hell for punishment. That checks out with what he does as a job. You can do yours with less effort if you just follow him from behind and steal the bodies of people when he turns his back.

★ He thought you where a regular cat for awhile, even started feeding you bits of ham from his lunch sandwich. Felt like a idiot too when he realized you where a demon. Still feeds you bits of ham though.

★ You are basically his body clean up. Usually it would take him about two hours to get rid of a bodie. With you it's done in about a minute. This helps you get on his good side.

★ He once tugged your tail when it was in his face and you freaked out. The tail is not to be touched.

Hoodie

★ Like with Masky, you follow him from behind to take away the carcasses he leaves behind. However unlike Masky he is a complete ass about it and tries to get you to stop because he thinks it's annoying.

★ And he has a point, a cat demon that can catch on fire isn't really good when you are supposed to be focused on watching someone. Even if he gets a quick clean up out of it.

★ You where once a house cat and like a cat you get the zoomies at 3 AM. He sleeps through it most nights but he will never forget the time you woke him up by tackling him. He sleeps with a spray bottle on his nightstand now.

Toby

★ Kasha's are pretty interesting yokai, the stories he reads about them lead to him to ask plenty of questions. He's a little pyromaniac so the fact you make fire is amazing to him. He could watch those golden flames for hours...

★ Do not teach him the "Don't be eaten by a baku, don't be eaten by a kasha" chant because he will use it against you for fun. Wanna go to the living room? Think again. His bedroom? Don't even think about it.

★ When you steal body's to animate he will not be going near them. Few things genuinely freak him out nowadays, this is definitely one of them. It's even worse if you use someone he killed, poor guy probably wouldn't sleep for awhile after.

★ He's much happier if you just carry the bodies to hell, like you're supposed to. While we're on the subject, I have a feeling that the way you get to hell from earth is similar to the way he travels from the manner to literally anywhere else in the world. Weird demon magic.

(Bonus) Eyeless jack

★ Kasha's are known to live in populated areas and descuise themselves as regular housecats. When he first met you, you where disguised as a regular cat. He was breaking into someone's house through a window and the whole time a random cat (you) was staring at him.

★ When he finished with the bodie, he left it behind for the police to find. When he started walking back to the manner you used the carcass as a puppet to follow him. He was starting to freak out at this point. Yes, it was kinda funny.

★ Unlike Toby, he would want to get up close with the bodies you animate. Fortunately you have a habit of stealing bodies from him when he's gotten what he needs from it. What are even doing with all the carcasses?

��� When you mention that you used to be a regular housecat he stops for a moment to think. Then he asks if you can remember your past life before becoming a kasha. He can't remember his life as a human, so he's curious if that's a trait shared with all demons.

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.48

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader, (OC) Callisto x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

(Callisto)

Although I normally hate the feeling of this death machine racing through the air and space, it seems soothing for some reason right now. At some point, however, I doze off into dreamland, not caring about anything, but my mind refuses to fall asleep. Instead, I now have to wander through my thoughts, memories, and discarded dreams. It feels empty; perhaps I've forgotten many things, or the space is just not filled enough. Most of them deal with death, decay, and horrors that no one my age should have seen or committed, and it's only when I see these that I realize how damned I truly am. Can a broken boy like me deserve to rule over others?

As I ponder, I am jolted awake, looking around in delirium and realizing I'm leaning toward something or someone. Looking up, I see a smiling Vinok. He looks so goofy. I want to tease him, but my attention goes to his drool-covered shoulder. I raise my hand with some effort and try to wipe it away.

“I’m sorry, Viny, for drooling like that.” I feel dizzy as I finish my apology, and everything goes dark around me again.

As I return to the endless expanse of the memory hall, I feel a little sick. I lean against one of the bookshelves to hold my stomach in place, but as I touch it, one of the books falls out. Still, in mid-air, I grab it and find myself amid a field of flowers. My breath catches as I immediately realize what a moment that has been.

Looking into the distance, I see the love of my life and myself standing there, wreaths of flowers adorning our heads. As always, the golden boy was exceptional with his hands, outdoing me in everything, which annoyed me more than once. The crown on my head looks so much better than the one I created. But his smile—it takes my breath away when I see it again—spreads across his entire face, reveals many of his pearly white teeth, and radiates pure joy. It is close to his death. This field of flowers would soon become a red wasteland. But right now, it is still beautiful.

My lover suddenly lowers his head and gently captures my lips with his while holding both my hands. But the kiss doesn't end; he takes my hands behind his back and lets them go there. Although I try to grasp them again, I still hear his deep, melodic voice, like a haunting whisper.

"Nah, keep your hands on my body," he whispers seductively in my ear. Sometimes, I wonder where he learned all this because we were fourteen, almost fifteen, but he acted much older. "I know you love touching me."

It made me swoon for him more than ever, but I did as he commanded. Only he could make me follow orders. Looking back, I was as fascinated as anyone else by his perfect status, well-groomed appearance, and radiant, if mischievous, attitude.

He swept me off my feet every day, waking me every day secretly because no one was allowed to know that he had been sneaking into my bedroom when we were much younger. He always wanted to be near me, even when I needed time alone. Despite this, I never pushed him away; my love was far too great.

Watching my younger self, I see my first love's hands wandering over to me, one on my cheek and the other down to my butt, where he was happy to let them linger for hours if I let him. The kissing quickly becomes more intimate, and before I know it, I turn around, wanting to give them a little privacy as they bless the flowers with their love.

Just as I hear the sounds of lovemaking, I feel my heart breaking again, but the pain is much worse than the last time. I emerge back into the vastness of my memory library before I can succumb to my emotional pain. The book lies closed in my hands. I put it away as quickly as possible. Holding it on the shelf, I try to breathe, but it's hard. Seeing all of this again is so much worse than just remembering it.

I know I can't go through this again, so I step back and ignore the many books that fall out, begging to be touched. I just keep walking, barely able to contain myself.

Only when I'm so far away that I can't see the bookshelves anymore do I hold my breath, sit on the floor, and wish I'd never seen it. But it at least reminds me why I loved him so much—not because of his blind devotion to me, almost as if I were his god, nor because of the endless sea of love in his eyes, but because of his natural charm and mischievous nature. The rest, especially his beautiful face and warrior's body, was a plus, too.

While Callisto is very similar to him in this respect, it is not because I see my first love in him, but rather the opposite. He could never be serious or strict; my first love was wild and free, open as a book, and someone who wanted to please everyone. Callisto is wild as well; he knows he is not free. He can be serious and almost cynical at times, although he tries to hide it from me, but sometimes I hear him talking to others, especially concerning me. Both are protective, but Callisto's is much more subtle, while my first love was direct, so much so that I sometimes felt imprisoned by him.

In my mind, it feels as if a cloud has vanished, clearing the way for the light to reach me again. Although I feel unworthy of her, I will no longer stand in the way of my love. The realization that I simply have a certain type and not some strange desire to seek a replacement for what I have lost at my own hand is still pretty hard to swallow.

Although I want to stay with Callisto, we have to solve some issues first, but with him by my side, I believe we can do anything. What could anyone do? Crown someone else the next King of Gyonos? 

I smile broadly as I finally accept everything. But suddenly, I gasp for air; a light blinds me, and the next moment, pain rushes through me. I open my eyes, which I didn't even know I had closed. Around me is a modestly furnished room, curtains desperately trying to keep the light out.

“Hey, handsome,” a voice whispers softly to me.

I know that voice all too well. The same one I just dreamed about. Despite the deep pain I feel, a smile creeps to my face. I search for his face with my fingertips and land on something solid. I try to follow my arm to its end, only to find his firm chest with delight. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Callisto's eyes glittering with pure confusion.

"What are you doing?" he asks frantically, his voice a hoarse whisper. It gives me goosebumps all over. “What’s wrong with you?” he asks again, this time in a normal tone, albeit chuckling. 

He doesn't stop chuckling even when he tries to take my hands off his chest. But I feel better because his chest feels so good, much better than last time, and even his face looks nicer than before.

For a moment, I lost myself in his eyes, long enough for him to grab both of my hands with one of his. His raised eyebrow lets me know he's waiting for an answer, but instead of being easy, I grab his hand back and pull him closer.

"Kiss me!" I command him without breaking eye contact, even though I want nothing more than to catch a glimpse of those delicious lips. Even when I see a pink shadow forming on his cheeks, I don't let myself be distracted further.

"What?" he asks again, his breath too short to fully ask his brief question. I've never seen him so flustered. "Stop joking." He sounds unsure.

"I'm not joking."

There is a pause: a tension that threatens to explode into an endless stream of emotions that will shine brighter than the sun. I sit in the front row, watching Callisto's face fall, his cheeks turning so red they rival ripe tomatoes.

“No,” he interrupts the moment, but his voice is nervous, “You are not well; you cannot decide that right now!”

“But-“

“You should go back to sleep!” He cuts me off, quickly getting up from the chair he was sitting on.

I stare at him, sulking, my vision slowly returning to its former glory. But I can't help but grin as something occurs to me. I try to look as innocent as possible.

“Can you give me a glass of water?”

“Of course,” Callisto replies quickly, grabbing a water jug from a nearby table, filling up a glass, and handing it to me in no time.

I take it, drink it, and feel instantly refreshed. Taking a deep breath, I almost feel like a person again. Handing it back to him, I can still see Callisto's nervousness; he obviously wasn't expecting just a glass of water. As his hands grasp the glass, I grin at him. Immediately, his expression changes from slightly hidden hesitation and confusion to open fear, maybe even resignation, but who knows?

Before he can react, I pull him towards me, surprising and throwing him off balance. He tumbles onto me, our faces closer than ever. Still grinning, I stare into his beautiful eyes, searching for the warmth and love he has shown me for so long, but all I see is an unknown conflict. Even though I pushed him away many times, why would he suddenly change his mind?

"Kiss me," I order him again, this time in a much softer, friendlier tone, but he doesn't respond. "Please."

As I witness his walls crumbling, he leans closer to me. I hope for the best, close my eyes, and wish the moment will be perfect. But they suddenly fly open when I feel a slight pain in my left cheek. He pinched me.

"Daniel!" I scream as loud as I can, not letting go of the asshole who dares to pinch me when all I want is a little love.

Only a second later, the bedroom door is thrown open. Daniel is ready to kill with his shield and sword out, but when he sees us, he drops both, rolls his eyes, and tries to get out again.

"No, wait!" I beg him. Daniel stops, his shoulders rising and falling again. He turns back around but still looks annoyed. "Callisto is mean to me; tell him he has to kiss me."

Daniel closes his eyes again, sighing deeply. "Can't you two just get this over with?" he asks, audibly annoyed. His tone stuns me. "And stop calling us when you're in situations like this, or better yet, stop almost sleeping together when we're around, okay?"

As I feel my grip on Callisto loosening, I have no other choice.

“Vinok!” I scream again.

I hear something tumbling somewhere below us, and a moment later, a mouth that is obviously full of food asks what's going on. But before I can say anything, Daniel beats me to it and tells him that Callisto and I are back at it again. Immediately, Vinok, probably with food falling out of his mouth, yells back that he won't help, that he's still traumatized from last time, and begs us not to drag them into our mess.

Vinok's answer leaves me even more stunned. Were Callisto and I that bad? I only need to look at Daniel's face to see they were done with it. I feel my heart sink, and a strangled little sigh escapes my lips, barely holding back my tears. Immediately, Daniel's face softens, but this time, it's me who is done.

"I'm sorry," I whisper in Callisto's ear as I gently push him away from me. He looks hurt, but certainly not as much as I am. When he stands again, I smile weakly. "You should go."

Callisto is visibly stunned; I can see he wants to object, but I tell him sternly, this time, to leave. He nods sympathetically as if he can actually understand what's going on in my heart. But to my surprise, someone puts a hand on my shoulder. Daniel looks at me, smiling reassuringly.

“You should go too.” Although I try to keep my voice calm, even I flinch at the authoritative tone.

"I know you need help, so-"

"Daniel," I interrupt, turning completely to face him. "Get out of here!" My voice is hard and stern. Even though he looks hurt, he still tries to talk back. "Get out of here!" I feel my magic flowing through me again, showing Daniel in a wonderful way that he shouldn't mess with me.

He almost runs out of the room. Maybe he's finally realized that I need time for myself, or maybe he's just afraid I'll rip his head off. Either is okay with me.

As I get up from bed, the fluffy carpet beneath the bed feels pleasant, but as I step closer to one of the windows, the cold of the floor hits me.

Looking outside, I see a beautiful meadow with dozens of animals running around. But my vision quickly becomes blurry; hot tears run from my eyes down my cheeks. Before I know it, sobs break out of me. I fall to my knees, giving way under all the pressure. I can't hold it back any longer.

I cry and sob—letting out all my frustration and pain—so loudly that under normal circumstances, I would be afraid others would hear, but I've been strong for too long. Seeing him again has brought me something else: a sense of peace I never knew I was missing.

[Masterlist]

[bitchlessdino]

TPC: Seokmin's professional party hosting

Full series

Pairing: boyfie!seokmin x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.2k

tags: mentions of alcohol, reader with breasts, fondling of breasts, massages, neck kisses, face sitting, oral

Summary: A party host's work is never done, even with seokmin's help, and trust me, he's helping a lot.

author note: wrote this horny and on my period i need sex read bad

@iwouldbangchan @1uvlywon @just-here-to-read-01 @candidupped @minnie-mouser22

“Where the hell is Joshua with the beer? He should’ve been here an hour ago!”

You knew better than to trust your friend that admitted to going to a party the previous night before, but Joshua couldn’t have been this stupid. Oh, but he was.

It was a party, no big deal right? Wrong.

It was your party and you were hosting it along with your boyfriend and sibling who left to god knows where. You wanted to prove to other people and yourself that you can be more than a boring college student stuck in the history section of the library (but in your defense what was wrong with that if you were)? Fuck the one demensional mindset of the common college tropes that only really exist in YA novels and poorly written fanfiction.

You expel a frustrated breath out of your lungs and chug the cola in your solo cup, completely emptying it out to pour yourself another full one. Seokmin comes to your side reassuringly, taking care of his significant before they have a complete public freak out when things aren’t going their way by taking your non-cola-chugging hand and stroking the back of it with his thumb. If he could, he’d plan the event all by himself to spare you the unnecessary stress and elevated blood pressure but knowing you, you’d never let him.

“Everything is and will be fine. We still have a couple of cases ‘borrowed’ from Seungcheol’s party yesterday, and everyone is enjoying themselves. Let’s just do the same.”

Easy for him to say. Seokmin could have a good time anywhere. He was the light of every goddamn public event. Bouncing around every corner of every room like a golden retriever yoga ball concoction. You were the complete opposite, pessimistic at every given point, while he exuded a happy easy-going spirit. Maybe that’s why you like him so much. He makes things easy, or at least sounded easy, that you convinced yourself with him around it’d be just that. 

Unlikely because now you were scanning the room for any faces of resentment, broken furniture, and possibly Joshua at the front door with that goddamn beer already. You’re grumbling to yourself thinking maybe you should’ve assigned all the tasks to yourself, at least you can promise yourself you’d get it done. Some things were better off done by yourself, you’d say. Never trust a dumb frat boy to get party supplies, you remind yourself. They’re only thinking of themselves. He better be caught in a ditch somewhere or you’ll have his guitar-playing head ass on a stick.

You were not the only one to hear your bitter ramble amongst the unaware 20-something crowd and he’s forced to tug you away from the center of the room. You take notice and nudge back at him in annoyed confusion, quietly protesting in whispers, not trying to cause a scene, “Seokmin, what–”

“I’m getting you out of there you need a break.”

The clusters of party guests become a blur as he pushes past several shoulders and reaches your room at the end of a sparse hallway. The moment the door opens it’s shut once it’s clear you're alone in the comfort of your thoughts. Seokmin exhales in relief, padding away to your bed where he pushes you down in a sitting position.

You shut your eyes, running your brows in a furrow, and dramatically sighing for him to understand the predicament he’s putting you in. “Why are we here? We’re hosting remember?”

He takes a seat beside you, pulling you closer to the center of the mattress, and places himself behind you, hands coming down on your shoulders in a firm yet reassuring squeeze. “Just take a breather, you need this.”

“Should I? Every second I’m in here, it’s every second I’m not out there. Who knows what kind of shit could they be…” you sputter a breath of numbingly good relief as Seokmin worked in your knots, the balls of his palms digging to your back as if he’s kneading dough, “fucking…up…”

“That’s right, relax. That’s what I’m here for.” He presses kisses against the apples of your cheeks and slowly, sweetly trails down to the base of your neck. “Clear…your…mind.”

His kiss leaves a hot trail of awareness on every patch of skin he makes contact with. Your head falls back in savoring it, a low hum vibrating throughout your throat and leaking out the small crack of your lips. Your eyes shuttering to a close and your shoulders slumping, you focus on the warmth Seokmin radiates onto you that only enhances the relief he’s spreading to your sore, tired limbs. You nod your head in a daze, physically melting into a puddle.

“Mmm, better?”

You hum in confirmation, feeling more than just your muscles loosen. Your once clenched legs part from one another and you feel the threat of your arousal as it makes it past your folds, staining your underwear. You would stop him at this point before it went too far knowing about the hordes of people behind that very door, but his hands felt magical, and in no way did you want it to end.

“Mmm, Seokmin…”

The kind man smiles against your skin, letting his teeth graze your neck and let his hands fall to roam against your sides, still placing pressure, digging his digits hard into your flesh. His teeth climb up and up, reaching your ear lobe, a exhale leaving his nostrils that pebble goosebumps on your arms and neck. “You’ve worked so hard for weeks. You need a reminder that you should be enjoying this party too.”

You gasp as his tongue licks a patch of skin and his hands come together up the front of your chest, handfuls of your breasts in his hands with the fabric of your clothes and bra as a barrier. His deep chuckles burn your skin, collecting you in his heavy-handed grasp, collecting bundles of your flesh like he means to massage the entirety of your body. No inch of your body would go untouched. “Shouldn’t we be outside for that to work…?”

You were aware you were slurring your words, but Seokmin being the expert easily translates the jumble in his head and he pressed his firm chest deeper against your back to the point to can trace the outline of every nipple, every pec, every muscle packed ab in the lean yet toned fixture of his torso. “I can’t be in public for what’s about to transpire in this bedroom unless that’s what you’re looking forward to?”

“Seokmin!” you exclaim, turning your head but he captures his lips the moment you do, swallowing the moan that impulsively escapes you. He pushes you into the cushion of the sheets and freely holds you, embraces you, and touches you, anywhere he wanted to.

He licks your bottom lip, squeezing it between his lips, and with squeeze the cups the curve of your ass, and he’s able to taste the coke zero you decided to drink instead of alcohol on your tongue. Your fingers curl up his hair, panting against his mouth, deepening the kiss as his hips meet yours in a blind horny haze.

“Should I make you relax? Should I do the thing you like?”

You whimper hearing his offer and your sex-filled head soars great heights at thought of it. The dark shift of his eyes, his hair was a sexy ragged mess, and his arms–god his arms–bulging as they flex in view. The image had you grinding up into his erection, your back coming up in a perfect arch, and before your logical tendencies came up, you’re whispering anguished, “Yes, god yes…”

He smiles again, now only more sinister, “Alright. Come on. Sit on my face.”

You jump up on your knees gingerly and watch as he gets into a relaxed position. Meanwhile, your hands are finding the clasp of your pants, tugging them off of you with your underwear quick to follow. You move over to him, taking short excited breaths before one knee meets the other side of his head. You glisten a gorgeous sheen, one that’d glossy, vicious, knowingly delectable in his mouth. Seokmin sighs in contentment, licking at his lips in anticipation.

“I’ll never get over how pretty you look with your pussy right in my face.”

You hold up your flustered cheeks in your hands, shutting your eyes as you internally squeal.

“Don’t do that. Your face is part of the view.”

A loud pound to your chest. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Now come here.”

You let your hips fall naturally, hovering over his mouth, meeting your hot, wet slit as he steady your thighs with his reliable hands. His eyes stay open as they lock with yours, ensuring you watch as he engulfs in your scent, your taste, your god-gifted warmth that you have bestowed upon him that makes him feel like he’s on top of god damn fucking world. Your folds hug his wet, pink muscle, and you could feel yourself already squirm as he makes his rounds, sweeping it over inside and outside every sensitive part of your core.

His name is delicious in your mouth, drool escaping out of the corner of your lips, your hands run in the tufs of his hair, staring down at this wonderful man that knew just what you needed at just the right time. His arms come around your legs–incoming the fat and strong flex of his arms (god fuck)–lowering on him, latching himself on your pussy in an aching attempt to taste deeper inside you. Like a rope attached to your chest, your torso pulls forward. Your eyes flutter at the pure carnal movement of his lips and you groan, your hips moving against his mouth in rhythm to him.

“Fuck…Seokmin, your mouth…”

You can’t form real sentences when it came to this side of Seokmin, but it’s not like he was listening. The nectar that seeps out of you was impossibly addictive, mind-numbing, and trance-inducing. He’d inhale you like oxygen, lost in the divide that separates himself from any other men you’d interact with. 

This pussy was his and only his.

He lowers the surface of his face and you feel the structure of his infamous nose, dragging the perfect tip over your clit and digging through your folds much like his tongue. He presses his face up against you, willingly suffocating himself to appreciate you to his highest capabilities with no fear of consequence. He doesn’t care if he loses sight. He doesn’t work about the strain in his neck after lifting his head up to meet your walls. Nor does he care who’s listening or possibly watching. This was his time–your time. 

Oh fuck it. He wanted this. And knowing you, you’d enjoy it.

His moans vibrate between your walls, your name like a spell enters you like you’re being fucked with the thought of his worship. Your legs grow weak, feeling ready to come down at any moment. You were already so close. Moisture escaping your legs, you shake in confirmation, waves of euphoria hitting you over and over again. You rasp his name in the air and finally, it's something he can hear, and he can tell it’s happening with the taste shifts.

What’s essentially clear, almost like nothing, gets savory in his mouth and it’s exactly what he’s been waiting for. He laps in you harder, firmer, clutching your legs around him like safety bars, nodding into you, in demand for more. So much more.

Your face contorts in pleasure, that familiar tension in your stomach comes back its about time to end, but your body yells at you otherwise. “S-Seokmin…I came…”

“One more…for me…take it…for me…”

Harsh stripes lick up anxiously over you, his fingers coming down on your clit to rub swirls into the bead. Your moans get only louder in response, the sensitivity from coming once mere seconds ago not dissipating. You grind down harder, faster, even bouncing on his tongue for a more stimulating second round, and Seokmin drinks in every second, every minute until you’re doubling over again saying his name in the incomprehensive way you do. 

You flood his mouth once more. His nose, his face, his chin, his neck is covered in a layer of thick, gorgeous release and you finally pull away from him, witnessing the pussy drunken smile stretched over his face from having the best goddamn meal of a lifetime. He’s sweating all over despite having only the job of laying flat on the bed while he devours you. His chest comes up and down rhythmically catching his breath, but it’s not long before he pulls you down, having you taste how he made you feel on his tongue. 

His arms and legs cocoon around you, locking you in his embrace as he defiles your face with the mess he’s made. You chuckle into his kiss, somewhat tired, yet completely at peace. He always knew what to do. You don’t appreciate that enough.

“Thank you,” you say in a hushed voice.

A low groan escapes him. “Anytime. I’ll eat your pussy anywhere and anytime for you. Just remember to relax. Or I’ll be forced to show you more of a good time, and it won’t matter what room we’re in.”

[thecameronchronicles]

The Other Co-Star

TW: Smut. language.

SUMMARY: Rudy makes it clear you only need 

WORD COUNT: 1100

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

The Other Co-Star

Friends with benefits always made things complicated. They made movies and songs dictating that very thing. And yet, you allowed those goddamn dimples and dirty words to convince you to blind yourself away from the hazards before you. The confusing red flags  held an unspoken set of rules that Rudy believed you broke. 

"So Tuesday then?" You nodded to your new Co-Star. Although he played an antagonist, he couldn't have existed as more of a contrast in real life. Sweet and funny, he was a breath of fresh air from the recent tension between you and Rudy. Something that shifted upon the new arrival's first day and how you managed to hit it off so well with him. 

But after all, you were simply a lustful convenience for Rudy, just as he had been for you. Therefore he had no stake in you. At least, that was what you believed…foolishly…

"What's Tuesday?" Carlacia asked with a nudge to your waist as you smirked, a slight blush only forcing Rudy's eyes to sharpen harder across the craft service table. 

"He's going to meet me to run lines and then we're going out for drinks.."

"You need that! Get out and have a nice time. Maybe he'll end up being something special…you never know…He is such a nice guy…." She winked as Rudy clenched his jaw before storming away without taking his food. It was clear he was annoyed but you thought little of it as he'd made his point clear with you earlier on in the situation you'd agreed upon. 

Moving to your trailer, hair set into a bun as you prepared to run lines before filming in the coming hour, the door behind you swung open. Before you could turn and ridicule the reason behind the force, you were taken up against the table of your trailer. A familiar yet almost desperate pair of lips at an attack to your own. A feverish grasp to your breast made you gasp in his quick attempt to leave you bare for him. 

"Rudy-"

"I don't care what you come up with, but you aren't doing anything with him on Tuesday."

"You-" He took your face between his hands. "I'll make it so you can't walk if I have to. You know I've done it before." He motioned to the couch as you remembered the moment in question. The way you rode over him, wave after wave of pleasure sending you to arch in need as he collected you to him, only to finish that lust in bending you over the arm for stability. 

"You wanted things this way…"

"That was before he wanted it too…" 

"Rudy…" You shook your head to deny the moment. Well aware that if you allowed even the sweetest of kisses, that it would only blur the already hazy lines between you. But his touch was reason enough to forgive him. At least long enough for your tongues to become twisted as they'd been. 

"You only want me because someone else does…" He lifted you onto the table. 

"I want you because you drive me fucking crazy. I need to touch you every second and I fight it because I don't think anyone on set is interested in making a porno…But if I have to, I'll make it very clear to him that you're mine." He lifted your skirt to your hips to expose your pastel panties, pulling them aside and subjecting your sex with his middle finger, quickly followed by his pointer. 

"And I'll start by making sure he hears what only I can do to you…How I make you come…" 

"Ru-"

"I'm not letting you out of this trailer until you know." He kissed you deeply, setting your thoughts to spin as you were left dizzy. 

"Know?"

He lowered between your legs, kissing where his cheek was set to lie in only a moment before offering a smirk. 

"You're it. You're mine. End of story." You moaned to the sudden connection of his tongue to your clit. The suction made around you contorted your expression as you ran your fingers through his loose golden strands. 

"Harder…" He growled into your sex, pulling you closer to the ledge of the counter as your back arched into the mirror behind you. You obeyed his request, yanking the tresses as he smirked between licks and sucks. 

"Rudy! Fuck!" The feeling of his dimples formed between your thighs made your own mouth pull into a smile as he lifted just high enough to view it. Clenching your jaw in pensive consideration, you tore him to your lips. Your fingers dismantled his remaining clothing as he had done the same to you. Only a melodious chime of a belt buckle at his ankles and the rush of the jean fabric of your skirt still around your waist remained, as he took you to that couch once again. But as he prepared to align himself with you, you crawled to your knees. 

"Yes…" He breathed in approval as you softly stroked him. 

"Oh my God…He thinks he gets this? Not a fucking chance in hell…" He explained as you took him behind your smile. Your cheeks quick to hollow as you pulled him to your throat's limitations. 

"Fuck…yes-YES!" He made a quick makeshift ponytail from your hair. 

"Get up here…right now…" But as he tried to showcase dominance, you set your nails onto his thighs. Eyes cemented do his as you took him in a messy ambition. 

"Oh, you want me to come that way?" You smirked. 

"Sorry, sweetheart…you come with me…" he lifted you over him until you came to a rest over his cock, an unkind thrust amended by the kiss made to your lips. 

"Use it baby, it's yours…shit…" He rested back into the couch, your nails sharp in the fabric. 

"Spank me…Please…" You whimpered as he bit his bottom lip before offering the oblige. Not one, not two, but repetitive strikes that set you to bounce higher over him. 

"You look so good riding me, baby…"

"This poor couch…" You teased as he suddenly sunk you in place as you gasped. 

"You focus on me. On this…" he explained, his cock flexing. 

"Don't clench-" His lips parted. "Stop it…"

"I wanna come…Rudy, please make me come…"

"Not until you say it…"

"I'll say anything!" He scoffed at your desperation. 

"Say you're mine-".

"I'm yours!" He began to move again. "I'M YOURS! I'm all fucking yours, Rudy…"

"Then come for me…I wanna wear you on my cock while filming across from him…having something he never will…" Your lips spread apart as he guided you to that mutual high. 

"Come on baby…I know you can do it…come on…You're so close for me…" You belted out his name, your body plagued in uncontrollable tremors. 

"Yes! YES!" He grunted into your shoulder as you relished in the relief weeks apart had brought you. 

"I mean it. You're mine." He kissed you before you could respond. "And you're cancelling your plans with him on Tuesday…"

"I am?" He nodded, taking you to him by a grip to your jaw. 

"I'm taking you out. Officially." 

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[Tales from the Pack] Soonyoung: Imperfect (Epilogue)

Characters: Soonyoung x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, fluff, mentions of smut but nothing explicit

Word count: 980

Summary: Soonyoung has always been desperate to find his mate, often going out into town at night to fill the void of imprinting that he craves so much. Then suddenly, you (quite literally) appear in front of him. He’d always dreamed and fantasized about what having his mate would be like, but the reality is nothing like he expected.  

a/n: dialogue in bold is meant to be english and whenever someone says reader’s name it’s meant to be reader’s surname

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"Love of my life, can you grab the other carton of eggs from the fridge for me?"

All the wolves loved using terms of endearment for their mates, but everyone could mostly tell who was being called to based off of the voice. Jooyeon only pretended to get confused to annoy Seungcheol, rushing along with Arinya or Suvi and claiming "you call me baby, too" when he'd pout she didn't know it wasn't him. But you found it easy to know it was Soonyoung not just from the voice, but from the too-cheesy pet names he gave you.

"Honey bun, can you come here?"

"Peach cobbler, where are you?"

"Princess of my heart, I need you!"

Another thing was Soonyoung loved to flex his English now that he was essentially fluent. You both were doing well, only not understanding or remembering a few words here and there. But Kyung and Hansol reminded you both that even they needed refreshers on some words sometimes, so you were 'basically fluent now'. Soonyoung loved to switch languages in the middle of a sentence just because he knew how to now. Sometimes it confused you but he let you take a second to process what he was saying.

When he'd called for you after he'd noticed you enter the kitchen, your brown eyes met his golden ones with a raised brow. He was standing at the stove, throwing you a warm smile over his shoulder before he went back to talking quietly with Mingyu beside him.

You had been at the market with Felix, and the younger wolf was currently babbling excitedly to Kyung about the colorful woven-string bracelets he'd spotted.

"Friendship bracelets!" he'd gasped when he saw them, running over to the booth.

You loved hanging out with Felix. As soon as you got to properly meet him and his alpha, Chan, you immediately hit it off. It gave you a similar feeling as to when you would be with Luka. It felt safe and like home. It felt like you were hanging out with your brothers again.

But you were no longer paying attention to the bracelets Felix had bought the two of you -- and one for Chan, of course. You were looking at your mate's back with a raised brow.

"Are you...making breakfast?" you asked slowly.

Soonyoung turned again to face you, "Yeah, why?"

"You're cooking?" you asked, sounding more worried now. "You're being allowed near a stove?"

You heard Joshua off to the side of the kitchen imitate your accent when you said the word 'cooking' but you only threw him a short glare before looking back at Soonyoung.

Mingyu turned to look over his shoulder, promising, "I'm supervising."

Soonyoung just pouted and loudly whined, "I'm not that bad at cooking!"

"I love you, but you absolutely are."

He seemed to have not heard anything you said after the first part, because he grinned widely and chirped, "I love you, too!"

"I'm sorry, but can you fight about it another time?" Suvi whined. "I'm hungry."

"Don't tell them that," Jeonghan quickly snapped. "They will fight about it, and nobody wants to hear it."

You immediately felt your cheeks get hot. You knew everyone in the pack did things like that and never really minded when people heard, but whenever it was brought up, you always got embarrassed. You were always a pretty quiet person when it came to that -- especially in comparison to your counterpart -- but you always forgot in the heat of the moment that at least half the people in the house could hear everything.

Something else about Soonyoung was he was...well...insatiable for lack of a better word. Not that you were against it because you liked doing anything with him and he was always great to you, but you felt like the two of you were getting teased even more often than Joshua and Arinya now.

To be fair, the guy was a hopeless romantic who had been looking for his mate for the last 50 or so years, so you couldn't blame him for being a little excited.

"Give them a break," Soomin sighed, standing up for you, "we all do it. We all hear each other. It's not just them."

Seokmin sat up straighter, turning away from where he was listening to Felix and admiring his bracelet to look toward the conversation, "I beg to differ."

As the pack began to bicker among themselves, Felix turned to look at you, wanting to ask if you wanted to go hang out outside or something and wait for breakfast. Instead, he was met with an empty space, which he found odd since he hadn't heard or sensed you leave. He whipped his head to the other side and then scanned the kitchen, wondering if you'd just moved your location.

"Where's _____?" he finally wondered.

The pack slowly died down and searched the kitchen for you, but Soonyoung burst into laughter. He weaved through bodies packed in the kitchen, effortlessly finding you still in your spot next to Felix as he put his arms around your waist perfectly like he could still see you.

It didn't matter how far out of your shell you'd come since he'd met you, your old habit of unknowingly disappearing when you were embarrassed never seemed to die.

"You'll always be my shy little baby," he giggled before placing a big, dramatic kiss to your cheek.

You faded back into view, face still hot and a shy but grumpy look on your face, "Thanks, I think..."

He placed his fingers under your chin and turned your head to look at him, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips that lasted maybe a little too long for being right in front of the entire house, plus Felix.

"Get a room," Junhui coughed.

And just like that, you were gone again, making Soonyoung laugh even louder.

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[satoruxx]

. RHEYA . i’m literally just abt to fall asleep but i saw your wips and OHHHHHHHHH MY GOD I’M KISSING YOUR BRAIN SO LOVINGLY .

I NEED . TO KNOW . ABOUT say you'll love me to death, because i will. VAMP SASHISU 🥹 RHEYA’S VAMP SASHISU 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I THINK ABOUT THEM EVERY SINGLE DAY YOU KNOWWWWWWWW……. AND ANDDDD ALSO the illusion of a regime!!!! pretty please!!!!!!! that whole au sounds so fun….. prince!sugu my ANGEL boy

I LOVE YOUU . please remember to eat a big meal and drink lots of water if you haven’t today <3333 THE MICE ARE PATIENTLY AWAITING ANY CRUMBS YOU WILL GIVE THEMMM we adore you so fervently <333 mwah mwah mwah !!!!!!!

ARIIIII omg omg pls sleep i will answer all of your questions so you can wake up to them tomorrow !!

okay okay first vamp sashisuuuuu!!!!!! tbh i wanted to write more after that one drabble of the different ways they drink blood (which was born bc of you ty for the brainrot MWAH MWAH) i think i want to elaborate on how reader meets the three of them hehe !! gotta tell everyone how those three get their hands on reader and become lovingly obsessed with them mhm :33

OH EM GEE YES MY ROYALTY AU!!!!!! ari i can't tell you how excited i was when i started writing it last year <///3 i started out with satoru's path bc that's what inspired the whole thing and then i started thinking about what tropes the other silly guys would be. couldn't make suguru anything but a prince !!! but like... i didn't want to make it all sunshine and rainbows so i figured why not make them enemies??

prince sugu and princess reader who hate each other from the moment they first meet as kids. suguru thinks reader is too immature and reader thinks suguru is too stuck up. and then when they both grow up??? suguru is the golden child and he does sweeten a lil bit but reader does not forget how annoying he was when they were kids :// reader just continues to be salty and suguru somehow finds himself enjoying that :33

eventually he's just like oh yeah i might be in love with you (especially when you're annoyed at me......) he is so pathetically silly he's probably just sitting there watching princess reader hate on him with a smile on his face like :>

added in the arranged marriage part just for fun tbh bc imagine how annoyed they'd both be when they're forced to get to know each other before they get married....

anyways THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS ARI!!!! i'm so so excited for the royalty au you have no idea !! i also haven't written a whole bunch of sugu fics so i'm very eager to sink my teeth into this one :33 i am hugging and kissing all of the mice so many times i love you <3333

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