#because they literally just said he was unconscious AGAIN

[pttucker]

The Dokkaebi in charge belatedly discovered the unfolding situation and appeared before Lee Jihye. [What the… Look here, you! What's the meaning of this? How can you even…!] And right next second, a powerful storm of Probability's aftermath began slamming into the entirety of the scenario. Also, the noises of massive amounts of Coins being sucked out came from an unknown direction, too. Lee Jihye realized what was happening here. Tsu-chuchuchuchut! [Dear Constellation-nims!! This is a misunderstanding! Director… No, wait! This isn't my fau… The Bureau's inventory… Uwaaaah! Accompanied by the noises of the channel being disbanded, the low-grade Dokkaebi screamed and disappeared.

You know what? I never really thought of it until now, but literally only Dokja ever got close to Bihyung. Well, him and Biyoo.

Of course, his relationship with him was kind of bittersweet since they did actually become something of companions, in their own way, but he is also the one who started this nightmare for Dokja and that's not something Dokja could ever forget. Just like he can never forget that in the end Bihyung gave up his very life to make sure Dokja could finish his story.

But Jihye doesn't even know his name. He's just the random low-level dokkaebi that ruined everything and killed everyone she loved and she hates him.

It's a very strange realization after crying over Bihyung's death only a few posts back.

Also makes me think that maybe I have been unduly unfair to 49% because the POV character really does make a huge difference on how you perceive what's going on.

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

Imagine this

I've been reading some of this good fics about Yandere Batfam x neglected Reader and it got me thinking.

In some of this fic, usually it's Alfred that has given the reader some love and have not neglected the poor thing and I was like,

What if Reader is still neglected by the batfam but Alfred gave them enough love so much that reader just decided to stay just for Alfred and Reader really just treated Alfred as their real Father or Grandfather.

Where Reader just let go of any expectation from getting attention from the others and just strive to make Alfred proud and happy.

How the turns have table

Imagine reader walking pass the others not bothering to greet them as they look for Alfred instead and other stuff.

Dick seeing them practically skipping as they clutch on a medal hanging on their neck.

"Woah hey!-...um whatcha got-". He tries to say but doesn't get any answers because you were busy muttering to yourself 'I got first place! I have to show this to Alfred!' as you giggle while looking down at the medal and sprint away when you see a glimpse of the butler at the distance.

How instead of begging for the others to train you and become a vigilante, you ask Alfred to train you for self-defense (especially the stuff from his spy days).

Jason was the first to arrive at the manor when the team heard about some intruders getting in but halted when he sees you tying up the unconscious thugs on the floor.

"Hey Alfred is this right?". You didn't pay them any mind when some of them pile in as you pay attention to Alfred who was praising you and giving you more good defense tips while you and him pull the unconscious people out.

How you spend healthy family time with Alfred by helping him in cooking and chores that earns you some knowledge of the recipes from his famous dishes.

Tim was trying to grab a coffee when he sees you having a fun time with Alfred as you skillfully prepare for dinner and actually have good laughs with him.

"Okay, then after I fold this I should add some paprika, right?". You ask the butler as he smiles at you while sipping on the tea that you made for him.

"Yes, you're correct once again young miss/master". He said while humming after drinking the tea indicating how good it is.

Tim can practically see you lighting up as you cheered a 'yes!' from Alfred's confirmation.

How you revolved your time and passion to Alfred and actually deciding that only Alfred is the one you should waste your time on.

Damian wonders around the manor when you and him bump into one another.

"And what are YOU doing walking around MY Father's manor?". He asks while glaring at you.

you just sigh and turn while clutching away the art supplies you bought so you can paint in the garden with Alfred.

"Walking away from you that's what I'm doing". you tell him as you turn the other way not even bothering to argue with the boy anymore.

How you do well in your studies and aim to get a good degree/phd and act like a proper man/lady but not because you want to keep up to being a Wayne but to see Alfred's proud face as he watches you stand on the stage as you show him your diploma/degree certificate.

Bruce decided to take a walk from sitting down for too long when he walk pass a framed picture on the hallway near Alfred's room and double takes when he sees you and Alfred standing together with while you were wearing a toga and cap holding not just any graduation certificate but a college one as the both of you look so happy and him seeing Alfred having that loving and well pleased expression something he rarely sees from Alfred after becoming the crusading dark knight.

Looking at the date he couldn't believe that it has been more that a few years since the graduation happened.

All of the family who used to ignore you suddenly took a different turn and started to try and get your attention but they fail to see that you already moved on from them and only cared about the one person that have literally loved you from the beginning.

Bonus:

Imagine Thomas and Martha Wayne was mysteriously revived for a day and met the family but was deeply disappointed to the others and took a special liking to reader because Alfred has said many good things about them and them especially getting many good degrees something that the rest haven't gotten yet or never bothered to get (this is my hot take because my family are hellbent on us cousins to finish school) and you know for a fact that Alfred is really REALLY proud of the kid that he raised preciously

[writersrkive]

Don't shut up | Spencer Reid

summary: Spencer is used to people who constantly tell him to shut up, but somehow, he feels even more embarrassed and sad when he thinks you want him to stop talking after looking at the tired and confused expression you have when he's trying to help you. The thing is you hate when people do that to Spence and would spend years just listening to his voice.

genre: fluff

pairing: Early seasons!Spencer Reid x bau!reader

warnings: mentions of the team shutting Spencer down. Derek and JJ being a little mean to him when he's spreading information. Spencer being a cutie potato. Mention of a stomachache and its causes (mention of miscarriage as one of the causes, but nothing happens). Reader not being a native english speaker, but just a slight mention.

a/n: Dr. Spencer Reid is a genius.... I am not. I literally had to search for information and copy-paste here in some parts, so if there's misinformation, it's Google's fault, lmao. I wrote this yesterday when I was about to sleep, so I'm sorry if something is wrong with the writing (even though I already edited). English isn't my first language, please be kind <3.

Masterlist Spanish ver. On Wattpad (coming soon)

Spencer and you arrived early that morning. He hated being late for anything. He couldn't afford to be late if he wanted to stick as closely as possible to his assigned schedule, especially because he took public transport. On the other hand, you had no choice but to arrive early when you woke up at four in the morning thanks to a severe stomachache and couldn't go back to sleep.

That's how your conversation started. Your genius workmate was surprised to see you, first hour in the morning, when he walked in the office, even before Hotch arrived.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. You couldn't deny that the expression was too cute for your own good.

“Yeah… I think so. It's not even the stomach ache that bothers me, it's the fact that even if I was sleepy, I couldn't fall asleep again. You know? That happens to me a lot. Once I open my eyes, I can't go back to sleep. I've also been feeling mildly unwell for a week, but even though the medication is controlling it, it doesn't stop."

At this point, he already set up his desk, leaving his briefcase on his own chair to walk over to you and sit at your desk, next to the chair you were sitting in, to listen to you attentively and answer.

“The brain works with different phases of sleep: light sleep, deep sleep, and REM sleep. The cycle usually restarts every eighty to one hundred minutes, and we typically have four to six cycles each night.”

Hotch came out of the elevator and walked upstairs after both of you waved at him, and he let out a soft “good morning”. Emily arrived a few seconds later. You greeted her too, as she took place on her desk, but that didn't stop your conversation.

“So, it's completely normal that we wake up in the middle of the night because of that process, but if it is frequent, for three months or more, it may be a symptom of insomnia.”

Your view went to the floor, and your head nodded in a semi-unconscious movement, because although you knew that your sleep cycle was ruined by work, you had not come to that conclusion, maybe that was it.

“Now, the stomachache…” He said, taking one pen from your pencil case to concentrate. He usually never took other people's belongings or shared his own stuff because of the germs, but somehow, after a few years of working together, he had come to have a good amount of closeness with you to borrow some stuff from you. Months ago, it hadn't gone unnoticed by Penelope that Spencer had a box full of pens reserved for you, in case you needed one, nor the fact that he denied JJ one of them once, when the blonde girl needed something to write with quickly.

“The causes can be the most common, such as gas, indigestion, a muscle injury, or stress. Although there are also more serious causes: gastrointestinal infections, inflammatory bowel disease, irritable bowel syndrome, ectopic pregnancy or miscarriage..."

“Wow, what are you trying to do? Scare her?” Derek's voice invaded the place and Emily smirked.

“What? No, I'm just saying the possibilities…” Spencer whispered, looking down, a little worried that he might actually scared the person he cared more, besides his mom.

“It's okay.” You answer loud enough so your friends and coworkers would hear. “Thanks, Spence. I already went to the doctor, so I have none of… those.” I gave him a little smile. “But about stress…” The sentence hung in the air, so Spencer looked up and continued speaking automatically.

“Stress can cause stomach pain because the autonomic nervous system of the gastrointestinal tract reacts to the same hormones and neurotransmitters as the brain. This is because the digestive system is connected to the nervous system, and the enteric nervous system, which is located in the digestive system, is able to send and receive impulses and assimilate emotions.” He started to talk faster.

Your focus on the genius boy and his explanation was sincere, but maybe it was the fact that you didn't rest well, plus the fact that he was speaking too fast and not vocalizing all the syllables, that for a moment your brain didn't process what he was saying.

It was weird. At some point you didn't even hear words, just sounds from his mouth. That didn't happen to you for a really long time because you already had experience with the native speakers, even if english wasn't your mother language. The exhausting feeling of not being able to sleep well was definitely to blame.

While your brain was coming to that conclusion, Spencer could only see your furrowed brow, tense jaw, tilted head, and dissociated look.

“You want me to shut up, right?” That whisper was enough for you to come back to reality. His cheeks were red and his eyes looked a little sad, not to mention the way his mouth formed a line like whenever he felt awkward.

“Yes, please!” Derek answered instead, leaning back in his seat and looking up with his arms outstretched as if he'd had to deal with seven unsubs in the five minutes he'd been there, listening from his place to the information Spencer was giving you.

“Little genius boy got excited… again.” JJ said, looking at some documents in front of her, opening her eyes wide in an expression of tiredness and disinterest.

The young profiler stood up from your desk thinking about returning to his chair, a little embarrassed, but you took his pinky with yours —that way you wouldn't make him feel uncomfortable in case he wasn't in the mood for physical touch, something he refused unless it was you. Again, another special treat—. “Wait. It wasn't like that.” Hazel eyes looked at you intently, still with a bit of doubt. “I'm sorry Spencer. Yes, you got excited, but that's not something bad.”

“It isn't?” He questioned.

“No, but you started to speak fast, and the fact that there are some words that I have a hard time processing in English and I couldn't quite catch what you were saying because I didn't sleep enough, well, that distracted me. Would you mind repeating it again, slower?” This time, you were the one with warm cheeks.

“Oh. Are you sure you don't want me to shut up?” The boy was actually intrigued and a little surprised.

“Why would I want that?” The fact that your teammates often shut Spencer up when he tried to share extra information, or information that he had been asked about, was something you had noticed from the moment you started working with the team. You thought that was rude. You understood that sometimes Spencer got excited, gave information that was perhaps better saved for another time since you were investigating a case, or people could be tired and want silence, but the team either silenced him or made fun of him most of the time. Plus, there weren't many other things you liked more than hearing his voice.

The sweet, soothing tone of his words helped you sleep on the jet after a long case, or made you want to hear more about whatever he was talking about. Feeling like he was sharing with you, a mere mortal, some of the vast knowledge he had was nice.

“I'm always happy to hear whatever you need to say, even if it's about something I don't understand. And, right now, you are helping me a lot, so, please, don't shut up.” The crimson color returned to the tall boy's face, this time not because he was uncomfortable. Your kind and somewhat complicit smile made his heart race, like almost every time he was with you. Spencer knew that no matter how tired he got, he would never shut up if you wanted him to keep talking.

[thekitsunesiren]

Dc x DP #50: Accidentally Kidnapping a (ex) Crime Lord

(I've seen that reverse trope list, so I just had to do it. I might do more in the future. But for now, here's accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss in dc x dp format) Jason awoke with a low groan, slowly lifting his head as his eyes blinked to take in his location.

It had happened so quick. So quick that he couldn't even blink.

There was word going around Crime Alley of a new stray making their way around. Which wasn't new given that it's Crime Alley and Gotham altogether, but there was definitely something wrong with the kid.

Apparently everyone who met him got some odd vibe. Like there was something wrong with him. Many said that he was a meta on the run, but there were others that didn't believe that.

And when Jason found out he was in Crime Alley, it was like something cold walked through him. Like someone was walking over his grave. Figuratively and literally. Something bigger than him was in his territory. Something dangerous. And every bit of him said that it was the new kid.

So Jason set out to look for him. He wasn't going to let the others find out about this, not when it was on his turg. And perhaps if he could figure out what he was, perhaps ask why he calmed the pits in such a way.

He looked into the kid, a Daniel "Danny" Nightingale from the looks of it, and that he was only sixteen. No talk about any parents, but there was word of an older sister, Jasmine Nightingale, that was going to Gotham University to study psychology. But other than that? Nothing. Zilch. As if the two appeared out of nowhere. LIke ghosts.

So, Jason took to tracking him physically. Trying to figure out where he went and if he met with anyone in particular that might raise suspicion. Whether it be some other thugs or a some gang of some sort. But he had no such luck. Not because he wasn't meeting anyone, it was he always lost him. Every corner he turned, he was always gone when Jason walked around to follow him. It was like the kid was a ghost. Did he know that he was being followed?

It was late one night when Jason caught sight of Danny on his own, walking down the street with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Thinking that he was either going to meet someone or head home, he decided to trail him and see if he could finally fill another piece of this puzzle that was Nightingale.

Jason was right on his heels as he turned the corner leading to another street, ready to confront him. But once again, Nightingale was gone.

And before he could even curse or question as to where he could've gone so quickly, a heavy thunk was heard as something heavy hit the back of Jason's head. The last thing he saw before losing unconsciousness was a pair of worn sneakers as as the attacker approached him.

Which lead him to here: tied up in a worn down apartment. Nightingale standing across from him in what he supposed was a threatening manner. A baseball bat with a faded glowing green sticker on its base. Jason could make out the word 'Fenton' on it and made sure to look up that name later once he was out of this mess. But for now, he had to deal with NIghtingale.

Jason turned his attention to him, but with his helmet on he doubted Nightingale could tell whether his gaze shifted to his chosen weapon or not. But the slightest movement was enough to tell Nightingale that Jason was indeed awake from his unconscious state.

But before Jason could speak or make any comment about the situation, Nightingale beat him to it.

"What do you want with me?" He asked bluntly. It was one question that Jason wasn't expecting, so he stared at Nightingale confused.

"What?" Came the robotic reply of his voice filter. Apparently that wasn't the right answer as Nightingale let out a frustrated huff and waved his bat towards him.

"What do you want with me? You've been following me for some time and it's getting annoying? What are you? A thug? A goon? Or are you another rogue trying to make it big. Gotta say; not a good start just by stalking someone if you were."

His words had shocked Jason to his core for various reasons. One: he didn't know who Jason was. Two: apparently he was skilled in knowing when he was followed and Jason couldn't tell. And three: HE DIDN'T KNOW WHO JASON WAS!

Jason let out a dry laugh as he realized that he was serious about his questions. Nightingale has been here for months at least. So how did he not know about the notorious Red Hood? His reputation usually brought fear to those. It was strange for someone in Gotham not to know about him.

"Do you seriously not know who I am?" Jason asked, his eyebrow raised in a question even though his hood covered it, he was sure that Nightingale understood his confusion. His blue eyes shining in confusion as he tilted his head.

"No? Are you a rogue already? Ancients, they keep popping up every week." He groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. And while Jason could agree to the sentiment, he needed to get to the bottom of Nightingale and what he was doing here. And whether or not he was a threat to Gotham, or at least Crime Alley.

"I wouldn't call myself a rogue. Not anymore at least. The name's Red Hood, kid." Jason answered gruffly, eyes still focused on Nightingale as he waited for his reaction.

Nightingale titled his head at the name. Recognition flashing his eyes as he heard it.

"Red Hood? But isn't that guy that runs crime alley? Why would that-"

His eyes widened in dawning horror, his already pale skin seeming to get paler as he came to a realization as he stared at Jason. More specifically, his hood.

Jason expected some panic. That perhaps Nightingale might even try to knock him out again or hightail it out of his apartment. But instead he just continued to stare at Jason in ever growing horror as he whispered,

"Oh Ancients, I just kidnapped a crime lord." Now, there was a lot that Jason wanted to unpack from this interaction, but for some reason the first thing that came out his mouth was-

"It's ex crime lord."

[mxltifxnd0m]

sub! sammy headcanons ⟡ s. winchester

pairings: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader [can be read as gn/afab! reader]

word count: 1.5K

warnings: mentions of sub/dom dynamics, cursing, oral m/f receiving, praise, hair pulling, sam being a brat, pain/marking kink, bondage, pegging, choking, cock- warming, written with early seasons sam in mind, barely edited

a/n: MINORS DNI!! i will use the block button if you do :) anyways i was inspired by the whimper audio of jared in house of wax and it sparked this idea that i got around too lol

also, i will be posting a weekly recap of my week during this semester of school so go and check that out! ik i said i wouldn't be posting that often, but perhaps i lied, but then again its only the first week back lol

anyways enjoy! please like, comment, and reblog!! your feedback fuels me loll!

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

⟡ a preface? idk some pre thots before the headcanons lol

okay so in my mind, sam is a soft dom 100% but can be a switch when the situation calls for it

due to his stature, it can be hard to imagine sam as a sub, but trust me, he can be 

i think he’s more of a sub when he’s younger, like in the earlier seasons of the show  

but in the later seasons, he def would want more control in his sex life (would go more in-depth about this, but this is not the place for that lol)

anyways time for the headcanons loll

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⟡ praise kink

is this even a debate?? The answer is no its not loll 

this goes both ways; he loves giving you praise but also receiving it 

thrives on the pet names you give him “pretty boy”, “handsome”, “good boy”, etc. 

makes his brain turn into literal mush and doubles down on whatever he’s doing to do, whether it's going down on you or fucking you straight into the mattress or thrusting up into you harder as you’re on top of him

⟡ certified muncher

mari did some NSFW headcanons a while back for sam (check that out!) and i mentioned that he was a certified muncher and i stand by it 100% 

sam is a pussy fiend™️

like do we not remember that sam had a sex dream about bela and he “went down” on her??? 

yeah, you can’t sit here and tell me he isn’t one  but yes he loves going down on you!! 

he’s obsessed with the taste of you and how warm you are as he drags his tongue through your slit 

if he gets just a taste, he's a fucking goner  he gets pussydrunk so fast  he’s damn good at it too

ruts his hips into the mattress unconsciously as he goes down on you because giving you pleasure gets him off 

is obsessed when you ride his face, like yes use his face to cum! 

like he loves the feeling of your thighs cushioning his ears as you grind against his face, his nose bumping your clit perfectly as his tongue is as deep as he can get in your cunt and lets out muffled groans, sending vibrations through you, and makes you rut into his face even harder 

could (and has) cummed untouched just by eating you out  there have been times when you had to physically haul him off of you because you were overstimulated to the point where it almost hurt 

“pretty boy, please.” your voice was wrecked as your hands were weaved into his brown hair and tugged him away from your cunt. he whined like a baby when you pulled him off, and sam looked like the poster boy of debauchery. the bottom half of his face slick with your arousal, lips puffy and pink as his hair was standing up in all different directions, and his eyes were glazed over with lust. 

⟡ hair pulling

speaking of his hair standing up in different directions  the man loves and i mean LOVES, getting his hair tugged/pulled at

sam likes it when you play with it, he curls up into your lap as you play with it, but as you start, you tug on it lightly; low moans and whimpers leave his mouth as he burrows into your lap and shoves his face in your crotch 

but he loves it when you tug on it as he goes down you, sending jolts of pleasure through his spine and to his cock 

one time, he came in his boxers when the two of you had an early morning makeout session, and you tugged a little too hard, and he let out a choked moan against your lips. you pulled away from him for him to shove his head in the crook of your neck, riding out his orgasm. when he came out of his hiding spot, he had a red hue on his cheeks as he looked sheepish

⟡ vocal

oh, this man is vocal [this whimper audio is what sparked this all]  at first, he was shy about making noise, only letting out small grunts and groans 

but as you guys were together for longer, you slowly coaxed it out of him 

“come on, make some noise for me, handsome; wanna hear you,” you said as you kissed around his hips and down his v-lines, scraping your teeth along the skin before kissing the tip of his cock. A small groan left his lips before a louder moan erupted from his chest as you took his tip in your mouth and suckled on it. 

But once he got over not making noise, oh god, he sounded beautiful as you overstimulated him and milked him for what he was worth as he let out noises and babbled out nonsense from his cum-drunk mind.

⟡ bratty

we’ve seen the sass on this man; he is 100% capable of being a brat 

but when he is one, he revels in being difficult

but it just means you get to put this 6’4 man in his place (you act like it doesn’t do wonders for your ego, but it does lol) 

when he acts like a brat, you’re rougher with him, and sam loves it  he loves feeling the sting of your hand against his ass or the scraping of your nails along his chest as you ride him 

this also means you edge him for hours, bringing him to the edge, his cock drooling precum and flushed red. tears leak from his eyes as he whines, the noise echoing through the empty motel room. 

“pl-please! I wanna cum.” sam’s voice was higher than it had ever sounded and absolutely ruined from the amount of times that you’ve denied him sweet relief. you clicked your tongue at him, “have you learned your lesson?” your hand was tight around the base of his cock as you planted teasing kisses around his pelvis and thighs, sucking hickeys wherever you so pleased.

⟡ pain/marking kink

sam isn’t one to love pain, considering the life he leads but he relishes in the pleasurable pain of your marks. 

loves to feel the slight sting on his back as he stretches or puts on his shirt from your nails biting into his skin and scratching it up  his thighs being sensitive and tender from the number of hickeys that you left in your wake as you blew him 

sam didn’t think he’d like being slapped, but you asked him if you could and he was surprised that he moaned in response as a red handprint bloomed on his face (you don’t do it often, but its always welcomed if you do it)

⟡ bondage

sam has the innocent facade down to a T, but he’s a kinky motherfucker behind those puppy dog eyes of his 

loves being tied up and at your mercy he doesn’t mind handcuffs, but he’s more partial to the silk ropes you use to tie his arms together and to the headboard and use him in any way you wanted 

he knows that he could get out of the ties if you wanted (you guys have a system in place to let the other know if they want to tap out), but he likes surrendering himself to you and knows that you’ll take good care of him 

when you get him all tied up and when you’re done with him, he’s practically shaking with pleasure and blissed out to the point where he doesn’t know where he is sometimes

sam in shibari makes you go feral (you learned how to do the ties and mentioned it to him one day and pleaded for you to do it on him)

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bonus headcanons!

⟡ pegging

it was an experience that you both thoroughly enjoyed

he finally had gotten a piece of what you were like the day after of an intense night with sam  sam was surprised by the ache he felt, but it was a pleasant one 

this was one of the times when he was the loudest, and it’s one of his favorite things to do with you

⟡ choking

you don’t exactly choke him you either leave your hand on his neck to rest there as your hips swivel around his cock 

or you put the slightest amount of pressure on his neck, not cutting off his airflow but the blood flow, and when you let go, he was catapulted into an orgasm so hard his eyes crossed.

⟡ cock-warming

he loves it when, after an intense session, staying connected to you as long as he can 

sometimes, after you guys clean up and head for bed, he always asks if he could just stay in you since it’s comforting for him  You always oblige him since you love it, too 

It’s slightly uncomfortable at first; his soft cock doesn’t exactly sink in as smoothly compared to when he’s hard 

but the two of you sleep soundly until the morning, where he had grown harder in you as the night progressed, and it usually leads to slow morning sex

[potterrstar]

do you miss us? ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

sirius black x fem!reader

summary: james wants to ask lily out, but she can't because she's always with y/n, so sirius decides to help him a little, that means spending a little time with his ex girlfriend.

warnings: a lil bit of angst! and then fluff! sirius and reader used to date, and a lot of jily!

word count: 2.5 k

a/n: hi everyone, hope you are doing great, this is literally my first post ever! i'm excited but at the same time i find everything super weird, i'm trying to settle in so i'm sorry for any mistakes, i hope to improve!

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Sirius was a bit fed up with James if he was honest, not to be misunderstood, he adores James with all his heart but he just wouldn't shut up about Lily. The worst part was that he wouldn't ask her out, he could talk about her all day but he wouldn't make a single attempt to ask her to Hogsmeade or anything.

"I understand how much you like her, Prongs, I just don't understand why you don't ask her out, it doesn't have to be anything exotic, you know?" Sirius fiddled with his wand, sitting on the couch in the common room.

"Because she's with y/n all the time! Lily's never alone, I can never get to talk to her, you know, alone" James sighed dropping his body into the chair at the table.

Y/n. It was even a little hard for him to think about her, they hadn't ended in the worst possible way, it just didn't work out the way they would have liked it to in the first place. They had only broken up a couple of months ago, sometimes he thought he missed her, the times he didn't miss her it was because he convinced himself that he didn't, but however! They were still friends… Or something like that, at least he hoped so.

"Well, interrupt them, I don't think y/n would mind you stealing Lily away for a bit" Sirius rolled his eyes.

James plopped down at the table, giving an exaggerated sigh "This is it, we're never going to date, or get married, or have kids, or-"

Sirius interrupted him laughing "What are you talking about? Calm down mate, it's not as bad as you think" Sirius got up, sat down next to James and gave him a little pat on his shoulder "Look, at the weekend we're all going to Hogsmeade, there you can buy her a drink or go for a walk, yeah? You're not finished."

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It was already the weekend! You were extremely excited as you hadn't been out to Hogsmeade for weeks, there had been so much homework and exams lately that there was no time for anything. An outing like this was a huge respite.

"Look, sour popsicles! James used to give me these in first year" Lily showed you the little colourful lollipops. Just now you were in Honeydukes buying sweets out of hand. It was going to be Marlene's birthday soon and you wanted to throw her a big party.

You gave a little chuckle. "Yeah, let's take those too" You thought it was a bit funny how much Lily talked about James, she did, even if it was unconscious, James here, James there! It didn't bother you though, it was nice to see her denying it.

"What are you laughing at?" Lily asked you with a frown.

"Oh! James used to buy me these! He's so cute! I want to marry him!" You mimicked her laughing.

"What are you talking about? I never said that, I don't even talk like that! Pretty bad imitation of you, huh?" Lily was completely offended, which again made you laugh.

"Oh, hi, James!" You said looking behind Lily, as if James was there, which he wasn't. You just liked to tease Lily.

Lily turned around quickly, arranging her hair, nervously. "Where did you see him? I can't find him." Lily searched for James with her eyes.

"Come on, Lily" You said laughing as you gave her an obvious look.

Lily turned to you, noticing your stare. "Oh leave me alone." Lily's gaze dropped a little, which worried you a little.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad." You patted her shoulder a little in apology.

You played this way with Lily all the time, it never bothered her, you don't know what her sudden sadness is about.

"Don't worry, it's not that, it's just- I don't know, do you think James likes me? I mean, I know he always jokes about it, but he's never tried to go out with me, we've never even had a conversation alone."

"Lily, are you kidding me? All of Hogwarts knows that James Potter has an absolute and complete crush on Lily Evans" You laughed a little, which caused her to laugh too. "Come on, Li, don't be put off by that! He's probably even around, all of us students came, I don't think he's the exception."

Lily smiled gratefully at you "You're right. Thank you, sweetheart."

Suddenly, James appeared behind Lily, this time in earnest.

"What's up, Potter?" you greeted the brunet, not to mention that your ex-boyfriend was standing next to him.

"Listen, Y/n, I don't think it's funny a second time," Lily demanded.

"A second time of what?" James asked behind Lily, giving her the fright of her life.

"James!" Lily shrieked. "Lily!" James shouted back, imitating her.

As the two of them frolicked around as they always did, you shared a couple of glances with the black-haired boy next to James. You examined him a little better, you hadn't seen him in a couple of days, he was wearing his white shirt with the first few buttons open revealing a bit of his chest, he had half his hair up, a little longer than he had when you were done, his eyes looked greyer than they normally did. He looked good. He always did.

"Hello," you said, giving him an uncomfortable look. It was a little hard to meet those eyes that were once yours.

"Uh, hi…" He responded in kind. He was having a hard time seeing your eyes, which were once his.

You don't know at what point Lily and James ended whatever conversation they were having, but Lily turned to you. "I'm doing some shopping with Y/n, sorry" Lily apologised to James.

"But Y/n doesn't mind, do you?" James said looking at you, you looked back at him wanting to know what the hell he was supposed to be talking about. Maybe, just maybe, you missed a lot in the pale boy in front of you.

"Umm, sorry I- I wasn't listening" you stammered a little looking at them.

"James was just telling me that, if we could go to The Three Broomsticks, but you know we're buying Marlene's birthday stuff and I don't want to leave you alone" Lily said looking at the floor.

You realised that this was the opportunity Lily had been waiting for a long time. "Are you kidding? It's fine, it's perfect, don't worry about me, we don't have much shopping to do anyway." You told them with a smile.

"See? Everything is fine," James looked at Lily.

Lily analysed the situation, it was clear that she wanted to go out with James, but leaving her friend didn't sound like a viable option. "No, James, I'm sorry, I really don't want to leave her alone." Lily said somewhat sadly.

Sirius, on the other hand, also saw the situation. He knew Lily wasn't going to leave her friend shopping for things on her own, and he also knew how depressed James was going to be for the rest of the month if Lily turned him down for the one way out he had risked asking her. He thought about staying with Y/n, not that he wanted to of course, but it was for the greater good, it was definitely for that, he was only going to help his friend, it had nothing to do with him.

"Maybe-" Sirius suddenly spat and everyone looked at him "Maybe I can stay with you" He turned to look at you and you felt your heart skip a beat. Stay with you? Just today was the first time you'd been with him in the same room for more than ten seconds without running out since you broke up. "I mean, to help you finish shopping, after all Marlene our friend right?" Sirius tried not to make it sound like he needed to spend time with his ex-girlfriend, which he kinda did.

Lily and James smiled "Actually, it does sound good" Lily said with a bit of hope and James felt his soul return to his body.

You were paraplegic, saying yes meant spending, Merlin knows how much time alone with your ex-boyfriend who you're probably not over, but it also meant that Lily could finally go on a date with the guy she liked and the truth is that didn't sound bad at all, I mean, you knew how excited she was about that and there's nothing you wouldn't do for your best friend, even go shopping with your ex-boyfriend, why not?

"Sounds good" You gave a genuine smile "I hope you're good at picking out candy" You joked to Sirius.

"I think I am" Sirius gave you a wink. You felt yourself turn a little red.

"Thanks Y/n, I promise I'll make it up to you, I love you!" Lily said as James led her out of the tent. You laughed a little at this and Sirius mimicked you.

"I really hope they get married because I can't stand it anymore" Sirius rolled his eyes and that made you laugh.

"What?" You asked him as you looked at the shelves of candy.

"James!" He expelled as if he was taking a weight off his shoulders "I swear to Merlin that's all he talks about!"

"Is it that bad?" You looked at him, you watched as a couple of strands of hair fell across his forehead, you felt the urge to move them, but you couldn't, not anymore.

Sirius rolled his eyes "You doubt it? The worst thing is that I'm the only one he tells, Remus and Peter are smart enough to ignore it."

You laughed "Poor thing, Sirius. He's just very much in love."

Sirius sighed "Well, I was never like that."

You gave him a somewhat sly look, wondering if Sirius ever talked about you like that with James.

Sirius immediately caught your gaze and stumbled a bit over his words "I mean- Not that I wasn't in love like that- Just that I never bothered him that much about it- Not that it bothered me being in love with you- you know." Sirius cursed inwardly, it was kind of funny, he thought of himself as a confident person, somewhat boastful even but when it came to you, all of that just disappeared.

"Don't worry, I get it" You smiled a little "I think I used to annoy Lily a lot" Remembering when you first liked Sirius.

"Did you?" he asked curiously.

"Quite a lot. I hope she wasn't that bothered" You laughed a little.

Sirius smiled "I don't think so, how could you ever bother anyone?"

You rolled your eyes "Don't do that" You said to Sirius.

"Do what?" he laughed, feigning innocence.

"That thing you do, you're flirting with me, don't do that." You smiled.

"I'm not!" He defended himself offended "I'm just telling the truth, which is different."

"Shut up" You rolled your eyes smiling. For a moment you felt everything like it was before, and for a moment you wished everything was like it was before.

Sirius relaxed his face a little "I mean it, you genuinely are the most interesting person I know, I don't see any way for you to annoy or bore anyone."

You felt a bit of tension in the air so you made a little joke to ease it "I know I'm the best thing you ever had, you don't have to tell me."

Sirius laughed "Hey don't you think that's enough candy?" he said looking at the bag you were carrying, you didn't even realise how much you were carrying from talking to him.

"Oh Merlin, you're right, more than enough, let's go pay."

You and Sirius walked over to pay, so you took out the money you had counted with Lily yesterday, you paid and you walked out of the shop, Sirius helping you with the bags.

There had been a freak snowstorm at Hogwarts a few days ago, even though it was the middle of June. Professor McGonagall at first thought it was a prank by the Marauders, eventually she found out it wasn't them as James told her that they didn't play pranks on that silly level. Then she found out it was a prank by some Hufflepuff second graders, honestly you found it funny, they couldn't reverse the spell so we had to wait a couple of weeks for the snow to stop.

"What should we do? I honestly don't think James and Lily are done." Sirius looked at you.

"Definitely not, I think we should head back to the castle so we can take advantage of Marlene being around and I can hide this well" You smiled at him.

Sirius nodded and took off his coat and placed it on top of both of you so you could get to the castle without getting covered in snow, on the morning you went down to Hogsmeade the storm wasn't this bad.

You grabbed the edge of the coat next to you to cover yourself better and discovered the initial of your name embroidered with red thread that you had made a couple of weeks after you started dating Sirius. A small smile escaped your lips.

This little thing of embroidering your initial on his stuff came about as a silly joke that people would realise he belonged to you, obviously you didn't mean it, but he didn't have a problem with it, so he embroidered a couple himself.

"What's up?" Sirius asked when he saw your smile.

With a small smile you showed him the edge of his coat.

He rolled his eyes with a smile. "Leave it."

"Why didn't you take it off?" you asked curiously.

Sirius frowned "Why should I?"

"I don't know, because we broke up?"

"So?" He turned to look at you. "Just because it's over doesn't mean it wasn't real, you're the realest thing I've ever had."

You stopped walking and looked at him "Sirius, you don't mean that."

"Of course I do" He stopped as well, he picked up his scarf and showed you the corner, where your initial was also and his ring, which on the inside he wore it as well.

" I take you wherever I go." He said to you with a nostalgic smile.

"Do you miss us? Because I feel your absence wherever I go." You asked him directly, feeling your soul leave your body.

Sirius dipped his hand into your neck and you felt your neck crawl.

You smiled "Just to confirm? Will you tell me?"

Sirius moved to your lips and kissed them tenderly "More than you can imagine." He murmured against your lips and kissed them again.

"This is great" You smiled and moved the strands of hair that were in the way of his forehead. "I've wanted to do that since I saw you."

Sirius laughed against your lips. "I have to cut it" Referring to his hair.

You let out a gasp. "Are you mad? You cut your hair and we're done again I swear."

"We're done again?" Sirius repeats. "Does that mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend again?" Sirius asks with a grin.

"Absolutely. Any problem with that?" you smiled back.

"Never" Sirius grabbed the back of your neck and kissed even harder, careful to never let go again.

Though if he did, he'd always take you with him anyway.

[whoviandoodler]

been thinking about pok a lot again and that moment when riz told him sklonda was dating gorthalax (in some capacity or another) and pok just went quiet for a bit before he wished her well and like. he's riz's father to such a degree that it hurts. he died young, got to paradise and then said, ok time to go back to work, chop chop. and he does take breaks to listen to riz at his grave and he works in a beautiful meadow when he's not down in hell and -literally speaking- he does sit down but metaphorically he keeps on going and going.

and i'm just imagining that- obviously he knows that he's dead, right? but the human* brain is weird in that way where you'll know things, and you might even sit with them and think you've processed them, but then something will hit you out of left field and you'll realize there are so many aspects of the situation you hadn't internalized yet, and i think that one of those aspects for pok was sklonda, or rather all the dimensions in which her life branched off after he died. because with riz he'd always been painfully aware that his kid was growing up and changing, but with sklonda it's a bit more complicated, it's a bit easier to process the grief of being apart from her, purely on an unconscious level, as being away for work. he's working, she's working, she probably tells him about her work and about riz and riz includes his mom in his stories and it's like, oh this is horribly painful, that i can't be there, but in a way he and sklonda share a lot of what they used to when he was working abroad, no matter how far apart- they're always connected by their love for each other and the quiet but omnipresent nuptial tie and the state of being riz's parents.

and then he's suddenly hit with the reality of an area of sklonda's life that hadn't been on his mind before, considering they were happily and monogamously married. truly just a matter of like, this is not a space you occupy anymore, you're fucking dead, until death do us part and all that, and she might still love you but she loves you like a dead husband like a source of grief like the man she once knew not a living partner. and it's neither of their faults, it's purely a tragedy, and he genuinely wishes her the best because he loves her, he doesn't want her to be alone nor does he expect her to be faithful past reason and the vow they made to each other. but the grief of it still really fucking stings, doesn't it?

[hazelfoureyes]

A Doe in Fall (part 5)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦 Part 8 - Trust sexual 🥵 Part 9 - Shiny Things Part 10 - Good Deeds Part 11 - Caught Part 12 - Eddie

Part 5 Too Much

Actions famously speak louder than words, so what did you say, exactly, to Alastor with your actions that night? You were briefly rattled by what happened in the park but not for the obvious reasons. Despite everything, despite your fears, you found the situation deepening between you two when he suddenly invites to stay the night at his home. Perhaps he had fears of his own?

「Warnings/Promises: Human Alastor x Fem Burlesquer reader, No smut! That’s next part because this part was already super fucking long 😭 , but we do flirt our asses off and get taken by the hand, crying, panic attacks, discussions of murder, dead bodies, you really have to stop smoking, deer, adorably nervous Alastor, this man owns more than one mug you fucking know it」

19 days later… 😩 please don’t kill me. 5000 words here, Another like 6000 words are posting this Thursday, also tumblr wouldn’t let me post this for like an hour , just gave me error messages, I had to copy and paste 4 times so there may be some errors in here so let me know if you find spelling or format issues🙏

When he came to, momentarily either unconscious or just incapacitated as his brain started up again, he was frantic for his glasses. He could hear the sounds of a brutal death, the crunch of anger, the squish of rage. 

His eyes focused now, slightly askew and smudged glasses helping him see you clearly. 

Leaning over the man, hands red and face twisted in a marriage of fear and wrath, you were bringing a large rock down on the man’s unrecognizable face over and over and over and—

You flinched when Alastor’s hands delicately slipped down your arms and peeled your fingers from the rock.

Full body shaking, “He was going to kill you!” You said it too loud, too fast. “He was going to—,” Your breath got caught in your throat, “He wanted to— He was trying to kill you, Alastor.”

Wet with mud and blood and the rain still left on the grass, you were pulled into Alastor’s lap. He tucked your head into the crook of his neck with a small wince and hugged you. “He was. He almost did.” Low and slow, his chest rumbled when he said it. “You did such a good job.”

You looked down at your hands, but he pulled your face back up to look at his, “Always surprising me in the best ways.”

You’d forgotten already, how when adrenaline wanes you’re left with terrible tremors and a suddenly clear head. Alastor almost died. You hadn’t thought at all when it happened. Everything had taken place so fast, faster than your brain could process.

You had seen Alastor stop struggling against the man, his body went still and your eyes were blinded with tears, there was a horrible sound that may have come from you, and then there was nothing. A flash of running Colors. Distant muddled sounds.

Maybe you saw someone grab a rock. 

You might have hit the man on the back of the head. 

You think he fell down and something didn’t stop moving against him. 

Perhaps you thought if you hit him enough you could make it have not happened at all. If you killed him fast enough, Alastor would have been fine and standing.

But you weren’t sure. You blinked and Alastor was touching you and underneath you was a pulp of a man’s face. 

Alastor’s heart was racking against his ribs. Arms tightening around you unconsciously as his eyes landed on the dead man.

He’d gotten too comfortable. He pushed too hard. He wanted too much. He was too much.

He felt himself spilling over and staining your hands metaphorically and now literally.

You didn’t feel anything. Not during. Now you felt too much.

Your mind was filled with an echoing chorus of, ‘He almost killed him. He almost died. He almost killed him. He almost died. He almost died. He almost died.” 

There was a strange fear that Alastor had died, and any second you’d blink again and be alone in the trees with two dead men. You twisted in his lap,  hands rocketing to Alastor’s face and gripping the sides of his head. You were staring into his eyes, panting.

“You can’t die. I’ll—,” tears poured down your face in streams not drops. Your throat closed around the words. Short and fast, your breath ran wild. Hands tingling, your lips felt like they were pricked with a hundred tiny needles. 

Alastor pushed down his own mess of emotions, “One deep breath in.” His hands settled on yours,  still on his face. He could feel the familiar stickiness of drying blood in his hair. “Keep breathing in.” You coughed, shaking your head no. “You can, I promise it. Would I lie to you?”

You laughed, managing to catch your breath for a moment, “Y-yes.” 

“Well, now you’re adding insult to injury.” He made a show of rubbing his neck. You smacked his chest lightly, breathing in twice in a row.

He held both of your hands in both of his, “Name a time I’ve ever lied.” He distracted you but wounded himself. He could name a time.

You tried to think. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re just a really good liar.” Your voice was hoarse. 

Alastor nodded, “That’s true, there’s actually nothing I can’t do well.”

Another laugh, a cry, “Stop it.”

His warm, clean hands wiped your tears. “You’re being aggressive again, sweetheart. You know I prefer soft spoken women.”

The laughter helped break the cycle of hyperventilating. As your breathing finally got to a manageable speed you felt exhaustion deep in your bones.

All at once the sensations became prominent. Your knees were red and muddy, your hands bloody, your left side and back wet. You were sticky and sore and cold. “Alastor,” his legs were framing you, yours now folded under yourself and digging into rocks, “I wanna go home.” You adjusted his glasses, “Together.” 

If he had a reason to say no, he ignored it. 

“I thought I was the messy one.” He washed your hands with the water cans and settled you into the passenger seat of his car. Alastor took care of filling the trunk and cleaning the ground before sliding into the driver's seat.

He turned to you, his face dirty and clothes worse. You looked down at yourself; knees a color of wine, and blue dress now dyed brown.

“I know you have to get rid of him. So, I won’t ask you to sleep over. Just,” you felt sleepy, mind asking you to let it catch up, “let me take care of you for a little bit. Okay?”

His hand slipped onto your leg, he wanted to make a joke about sex or murder hoping to make you laugh again. But it was obvious he needed to be quiet, so he just nodded.

Alastor left the car on a side street behind your building. The man whose name you never asked concealed under canvas and red oil tins.

Luckily everything was clean in your apartment. It was small, just one room and a bathroom. The other apartments you’d seen had communal toilets and showers so you were quite proud of your space. You’d made it yours, gifted trinkets here and there, walls decorated with hanging dried flowers you'd had thrown at your feet. A shrine to your abilities.

You peeled off his clothes, tossing them in the kitchen sink and wiping off as much dirt as you could with a damp rag. 

Clothing hanging over the radiator, you both got into the shower. Cold and wet now hot and soaking,  you took his hands and sat you both down in the tub while the water ran down. Taking your time, you gently scratched the blood and mud from his hair and let it all wash away.

When fully cleaned and dried off he slipped on the only bit of clothing he had left, a loose pair of boxer shorts. You had a slip, silky and soft, to comfort you. Your mother wore silk, and it always made you feel safe. The way the fabric slid around its self and others, never catching or bunching up, was something you always hoped to emulate; smooth and cool, but always in need of a little caution and care.

A small bed meant for one, but you offered it. When Alastor motioned for you to slide in too, you didn’t hesitate.

Nose to nose, the room was quickly heating up with the radiator's help. 

You hadn’t been in a bed with Alastor in nearly two months, not since that first time. His words stuck to you like embroidered messages lovingly stitched into a handkerchief you didn’t want to lose. So you kept your hands between your thighs, still and away, to make sure he had space to exist in your bed.

“You saved my life.” Alastor whispered, one of you finally bringing up the obvious.

A hummed acknowledgment, “That makes us even.” He saved you before, you did the same in turn. A little piece of you worried the contract was done and he’d disappear.

“No, my dear. I owe you so much more.” A kiss to your cheek.

A terrifying thought took hold of you. “Roll over.” He looked confused but did. You were always asking him to turn away, always trying to hide your face when you said things that scared you. You hooked your arms under his and held tightly. 

“If I wasn’t there, there’s no one to have told me. How long would I have waited,” another torrent of tears into his back you couldn’t keep in if you tried, “at the phone booth for you to call in the morning.”

You were crying like a child, uncontrolled and with your entire body. Pathetic. 

He had never had someone to worry about those details. Everyone truly close to him was dead. Until now, of course. 

Of course.

What a natural addition you provided to him. He thought it like that it was a long standing fact.

He hugged your arms tighter to his chest. 

A shiver of fear in the warm bed as you continued, “I want to be there. With you. Always.” You gathered your courage. Shields completely down, if just for a moment, “I know there was nothing right about tonight but,” you wiped your tears off his back with your palm, reabsorbing that pain before he could soak it in, “Please. Don’t shut me out now. I’ll go to hell tomorrow for you but please don’t damn me to picking up a newspaper and seeing your name in the headlines; Learning you died in block letters for a nickel. I wouldn’t survive it.”

You didn’t want to meet his eyes, worried rejection was waiting for you there, so you’d asked him to turn so you could hide. He picked up your hands and kissed your knuckles one by one. “Please don’t say things like that outloud. Things like ‘go to hell’ and ‘tomorrow’ so close together. The spirits can hear you.” A kiss to your palm, “And I wouldn’t dare shut you out.” He couldn’t. The very idea of going back to how he was before, alone and mumbling to the dead, made his heart race with his own panic. If you disappeared tomorrow he was scared to think what would happen to him. “Plus, I know you’d just find me anyway. You always do.”

Had you not been there, he would have still tried to kill the man. Waiting in an alley or for a walk home through an empty space. You weren’t at fault. He’d been hurt before, but this was by far the worst situation he had been in. But he would have been in it regardless of your participation. Alastor pressed his lips into your hand, smelling the soap you’d washed him with. 

You hadn’t hesitated. He had thought you would run, that he’d slip away into death and you’d book it to safety. Something he never planned to ask you to do, to kill someone, you’d done it for him when it was the most selfless option. Did he mean so much to you? He wanted to ask, but if you said anything other than an immediate yes he feared he would turn to a pillar of salt and crumble.

If you both could find the courage to just look at each other you’d have all your answers. But you couldn’t. The fear still too strong. So you changed the topic for a chance at an escape.

A small confession, to turn the conversation away from death. “After our dates, your cologne always lingers on my clothes. Sometimes I just fall asleep in them. When I wake up, my pillow smells like you.” Your body formed against his back, pressing as tightly as you could. How was that less embarrassing than everything else you’d said when it was arguably more pathetic?

He was quiet. You worried you’d pushed too far. Alastor worried he’d already hurt you too much.

“If you asked me,” he spoke slowly, hands resting on yours above his heart, a deep breath, “I’d stop.” He would. 

But, “I’d never ask that of you.” You said it so quickly, like blinking or yawning it happened without you needing to think about it. Alastor did something he felt he needed to do, you saw that look in his eyes before and understood this was Alastor at his truest. And the people he killed weren’t good people. He provided a service to New Orleans that no one appreciated.

He smiled against your palm, making sure you felt it, “Why are you so good to me?”

Without hesitation, Because I love you.

After a beat of silence, “Because you know where I live, obviously.”

A huff, “And where you work.” 

“And the park where I like to get fingered.”

Finally, his unburdened laugh, “I didn’t expect you to say that.” That sound of his joy bounced off the thin walls around you both. He rarely expected anything you said or did. It was part of your charm. Normally he could predict what people would say like reading a bad story, but you were something else. Effortlessly entertaining, was that a compliment? He was sure you’d say no and make that face you always did, something between a pout and a glare, between sad and angry. 

He had been asking genuinely. Why were you so good to him? Why so patient? Why care at all? 

“Can you sleep? Or do you need to go?” 

Alastor thought about it, if he left early enough he could still get home in time to empty the trunk. He hummed an affirmative, when he didn’t move you understood it was the former. He didn’t want to go. He needed more time. He needed to feel you nearby. An odd sense that if he pulled away now the thread holding you two together would pull him apart at the seams with the distance. 

You would think nightmares would plague you after killing someone in cold blood, but no. You practically killed Tommy, when you considered it thoroughly. And while this night was not a joy, you had defended yourself and Alastor. You didn’t feel bad. You didn’t regret it. You were just scared you did a bad job. That you’d get caught. 

The kind of dreams you had were different kinds of scary. Of Alastor always leaving a room when you entered, of falling off the stage and landing too far down, of waking up to feel Alastor cold beside you. 

When you did wake, your arms were still tight around him and he was warm. Your forehead rested between his shoulder blades. You didn’t feel different this time, you didn’t feel changed like after Tommy.

Alastor always had nightmares so he wasn’t surprised to have them in your bed. He dreamt he awoke on the ground, the man was gone but you were there broken into several pieces.

Had it been a dream though? 

After he dressed, you brushing his hair over a shared cup of coffee (you only had the single mug), you walked him to his car. The sun was nearly up and luckily no one else was. You had just wrapped a coat around your slip, not exactly acceptable clothing for being in public.

A shared kiss, small and chaste, Alastor’s mind elsewhere. He opened the door but stopped and turned back to you. It was always in these moments before you two parted that he felt the most frantic. 

“I know we love talking in circles and making jokes, but I have to ask you, bluntly. You killed a man. Are you alright?” When you only blinked, he quickly added, “It’s okay if you’re not.” His expression was pure worry, furrowed brows and flat mouth. “Nothing will change if you say you’re not.”

When you started to smile, Alastor thought he had lost his mind. The sun was rising behind you, making the shadows on your face slowly shift. He took a second to take in the scene. Ankles naked with sockless shoes. To your right was a trunk full of a dead man. And you just smiling like he’d made a joke. Which he explicitly said he wasn’t going to do.

“I don’t feel like I killed anyone.” You said it with a levity that made him glance around, wondering if you’d hit your head a little too hard earlier, “I feel like I stopped someone from killing you. Which feels,” you fought to suppress your smile from growing any further, “kinda good. Like I’m strong. I’m just scared I made a mistake and police will find out. I’m terrified we’ll be seperated. But I don’t feel bad.”

A normal man would be deeply concerned. You didn’t feel bad? For killing a man with a rock? Arguably one of the most brutal ways to murder a person. A normal man would worry he would be next.

Luckily for you both, Alastor was not a normal man. He stared at your face, trying to discern any hints of deceit there before he fell into the comfort of trust.

Your pinky came out, “I’m fine, and if I’m ever not, I will tell you. Promise.” His eyes left your face to stare at the tiny digit, “If I break the promise, you get to break the pinky.”

“Pinkies are useless, we should use a finger that matters.” He offered his index. You let yourself laugh, hooking your pointer finger with his.

Smile to smile, he exhaled his stress and slipped into his normal demeanor, “No worries, darling! No one will ever know what happened to him.” He leaned beside you and patted the trunk. “Leave it to me.”

Alastor drove away with the man, ready to disappear the body and try to sleep before work if possible. A nagging still sat in his stomach, a little pull that maybe you’d change your mind. 

He asked you the next morning, on your routine call, if he could stop by the theater when he finished with work that night. No reason in particular. He’d pull into the side street, and you could run out to see him.

When he arrived, you were in your stage outfit waiting to greet the crowd. Alastor smiled, “The prettiest bird I’ve ever seen!”

“A bird? Alastor just ‘pretty’ woulda been a fine compliment.” 

He offered an apology by way of kiss, soft hands coming to your cheek as he leaned against the door of his car. “I just wanted to see you. Steal a kiss before you stole some hearts. May I return tomorrow?”

Ah, that feeling again. Stupid school girl with her first crush, her first taste of love. “I wouldn’t complain.” 

That flow of conversation eased Alastor, things felt normal already. For you, they were. A small worry remained he may begin to act differently but the only difference was he seemed to be embracing you deeper. 

After your delivered kiss, you took the stage like a woman reborn. The warmth of the light felt like the sun. Pointed toes as you moved along the stage, hips loose and smile coy. 

As you looked around the backlit crowd you didn’t search for a good mark. The times you did play a man’s attention for Alastor were different, it felt like art when you lured men into Alastor’s claws.

A shake of your feathered fans, a very controlled lowering of your head, you let a hip rock out into view. A little flash of inner thigh. Then, your favorite part. One hand gripped your fans as you them with the aide of practiced fingers. Free hand undoing your still remarkably heavy and glittering bra and handing it behind the curtain.

Surprise reveal, a naked magic trick done behind distracting whirling feathers. Arms open, fans high, you waited for the applause to die down. Deep breaths were not possible, adrenaline and the weight of your costume keeping you from hiding the heaving of your chest. 

The whistles were your favorite. You couldn’t imagine Alastor whistling but you were sure it would be flawless in its ability to capture your attention. 

“Anyone wanna smoke? I don’t want to go into the alley alone.” You asked the room, several girls glancing your way and shaking their heads no as you hurried back in from your set.

“Just take the fire escape to the roof. That’s where we’ve been smoking since Mr. Brady said it was dangerous at night.” Florence was normally a perfect smoking partner, never talking too much. The name Brady made your stomach flip though, you had forgotten about him for a second. You’d managed to avoid him until Tommy’s bloody trail went cold, but you knew he still stalked around the jazz and music district.

A dancer laughed, “Nighttime has always been dangerous for women.”

Someone you didn’t see added, “Fuck, daytimes not safe either.” 

You climbed the creaky and seemingly forgotten-about fire escape to the roof. The breeze hit your face before your feet even left the metal railing. 

It was… a roof. Grey painted floors and brick sides. Nothing special, but you could see the bowl full of discarded cigarettes near the front of the building. You looked over the short wall that edged the front, you were able to see the pigeon shit covered marquee. What an unattractive view, the lights flashing out from beneath actual shit.

There was a metaphor there, you were sure. 

Looking around, there were a few wicker chairs hidden in the shadow of the street’s lights, thankfully upside down to keep them clean from the birds.

If more people used roofs instead of alleys Alastor would be out of luck. Tommy was difficult enough with a staircase, the fire escape would have been the nail in that coffin. 

It had been a lovely night, absolutely jarring compared to the night before. You leaned back in the chair, you knew you weren’t the best at saying what you meant. Especially when the words you offered could be used to hurt you. Words of affection and love, when true, were daggers given handle-first to someone else. 

So you hoped Alastor could guess how much he meant to you. You shouldn’t need to say it, right? Actions speak louder than words. You bludgeoned a man to death for what you had thought was a lost cause. It had seemed Alastor was already dead when you first brought down the rock. 

Diamonds are rocks, you considered. The most expensive costume the theater had was peacock feathered with shining crystals. You wanted to say you felt like a peacock, spirit large and wide and colorful. But those were males. Of course they were. The animal kingdom had males compete for mates with pretty colors and lovely songs. Now ladies pranced around in painted faces and short dresses. You didn’t feel pale or small like the ‘fairer sex’ peacock.

You felt like the swan. Vicious and beautiful, not out shone by anyone.

Well there was someone you’d allow to shine brighter. Someone you’d happily let take the lead. You’d thought letting a man walk in front of you was a sign of subservience. It hadn’t ever occurred to you that there could be respect in trusting someone else to go ahead. That the act of going first could be for protection and not power.

“Hey!”

You hurried to the fire escape, “yeah?”

“There’s a man asking for you. Tall guy named Frank?”

Frank?

Oh, Frank.

You’d forgotten about him. He’d left months ago. He was a whale, rich and generous. You took a moment to consider sitting down with him, smiling and laughing at his jokes, letting his hand settle on your thigh. It had been weeks since you entertained scamming anyone, and now you couldn’t even stomach the idea of faking interest in another man. Frank wasn’t one to scam, he just liked having a pretty lady on his arm to make him feel young and wanted, and in exchange you got into private parties and were gifted jewelry and clothing.

“Tell him I’m busy and send him off.” You hollered down. You could buy your own clothes. 

“Did he leave?” Alastor asked you the next morning, you leaning against the glass phone booth in the early morning light.

Your finger wrapped around the phone cord, “No of course not! They never do. I snuck out the back.”

There was a hum, “Well my dear, you’ve offered me a wonderful transition into my next question.” Alastor was sitting at his kitchen table, nervously turning his coffee cup around in circles, “Would you like to come over tomorrow night? I can pick you up after your show.”

Like a glacier drifting away from shore, you very slowly crouched down in the booth. “To your home?” 

“No, to Alabama.” He waited a beat, “Yes of course my home. I can show you what happens after I drive away.” A cheeky smile evident through his voice.

You pressed the phone receiver into your chest, teeth chewing on your bottom lip. What happens when he drives away? So…where the bodies go. But most importantly, the biggest part of this—where he lives. So much can be gleaned about someone from their home. A bookshelf alone could make or break an attraction. You brought the receiver back to your mouth. “Lovely! Sure thing— Alastor. Yes.” you almost added on an awkward nickname like daddy-o or mister man, like an idiot, because your brain was misfiring like you’d seen him in the sunlight again.

Ah, you could see his bed. 

Where he slept.

Did he ever dream of you?

What if it was terribly dirty? Could you still love him if he was a slob? 

“I’m quite far from downtown, pack an overnight bag, okay?” He stopped fidgeting with the mug. When the call ended he sat at the table for some time, staring around the kitchen. The home was large by city standards, but it was old. His mother’s charm was evident through every part. A finger scratched at the wooden table, heavy and solid. Why was his heart racing? 

He walked to the screened back door, looking from the weathered patio steps to the greenhouse. 

No one had ever been to his home. Ever. A teensy part of him was panicking. Was this a mistake? Was he going to fuck up the budding relationship? Throw off the peace of his safest place?

Budding. Okay that was ridiculous even for him. The kind of intimacy gained through murder did not allow any union to be called budding. He’d shared pieces of himself no other living soul knew of. Your image of him was possibly even more complete than his own mother had held, even though he tried to always be the most sincere with her. Even people he did care for and consider close friends had never knew where he lived. Never heard what kept him up at night. Never learned his distaste for a random lay.

Opening the screen door with a signature creak, the sound many southerners could call comforting, he walked to the greenhouse.

The newest part of the property, the glass walled structure was built shortly after his mother’s death. Double doors: locked. Just beyond the glass was a forest of plants and potted trees. They had no need for a greenhouse, but Alastor had a need for them.

He set about preparing his home for another occupant, a task that brought him such a shock of joy and anxiety he began to wonder who he was. New sheets on the bed, extra pillows set against his wooden headboard. Large glass jar in the backyard full of water and tea bags.

It was also unexpected he was thinking so much of his mother. In a perfect world she’d be there to greet you. Though if she was alive, he wouldn’t have been in that alley that night. He made a mental note to not mention his mother, at least not as much as he was remembering her as he walked around the two story home tidying.

Would he have met you if he wasn’t a killer? 

A flicker of fear was quickly extinguished by romance. Definitely. You both ran in the same scenes. He’d seen you before that night, he just never approached you. He hadn’t anticipated how much more you were than the facade you put on. Nothing about your sweet face said, ‘I have a high tolerance for murder.’

Alastor spent the day at work physically present but mentally pacing his living room. He nodded along to discussions of who was to be live on set next, smile never faltering as he worried if he had breakfast foods. He rarely ate breakfast, did you? How had he not thought to ask. Sloppy.

The only outward sign he was feeling any stress was the tapping of his finger on his desk, which he hadn’t even noticed until the stage manager commented.  

“Alastoooor,” her voice was high, like it seemed many women’s voices were recently. Was it a trend? “Impatient? Hot date with a young lady this evening?”

While she meant well, she always pried, always asked questions he didn’t appreciate. 

Alastor shook his head, smile strained. A perceptive person would have picked up on it, but Brenda was not perceptive.

“Oh.” A noticeable disappointment, “That’s boring.”

Actually on second thought maybe she didn’t mean well.

“I’ve had too much coffee, is all, Brenda.” He pulled his hand into his lap. “Was there anything you needed?” 

“No,” she pouted, much less endearing than you.

If he murdered purely for fun Debra would be dead before sunset. Unfortunately her only crime was being remarkably annoying.

Alastor waited behind the theater, where it was less likely any staff would see him. It was still important to avoid connecting the two of you together, at least at your workplace yet. 

He was quick to grab your bag for you.

“Not the trunk, please.” You said, it took him a second to catch the joke. He set it on the back seat after opening your door for you. You’d only been in his car a few times but he never failed to be a perfect gentleman. 

Your palms were sweating, when his hand rested on your leg while he drove you resisted the urge to hold it. Instead you slipped yours under his. Alastor asked you about your day, about work, about if Frank came back. Typically as soon as you left the theater you were in a cone of silence until your phone call with him the next day. It was kind of nice, having someone to speak to. Before meeting him there were times you worried you’d forget how to talk naturally, how to sound like yourself.

The glowing eyes of deer popped up from the side of the road, startling you. Eerie. You held your breath, would they run, stay still, or sprint into the road.

“Is it true their antlers can break car windshields?” You asked not breaking eye contact with a doe as you drove past.

Alastor nodded, “If a buck hits your car the wrong way, not even the car will make it out of the accident.”

“Are there a lot of bucks around?”

“Will be soon, as fall— wait why am I telling you this,” he laughed, “Miss Autumn Hind already knows what makes the bucks run wild.”

You shouldn’t be smiling, it was a dumb rut joke, but it felt like a compliment. 

The car lights passed over the home as he turned into the dirt driveway. Powder blue. It wasn’t a color you associated with Alastor. He was caramel, honey, midnight blue, red. His sometimes sinister smile didn’t look quite right against powder blue. But, for a home, it was lovely.

“Is someone home?” You saw a light on in an upstairs room.

Alastor reached behind you for your bag, “No, I leave it on when I’m gone. Gives the impression that the house isn’t empty.”

A minor bit of acting, Alastor opening the door and offering to bring your bag upstairs before a tour like a good host. His anxious energy was barely contained by that grin of his. For your part you played the appropriately impressed guest.

But deep down you were very impressed. An actual house. Your mother struggled to keep apartments rented. Alastor had a home. With stairs. That went to more home, not a neighbor. What a lovely thing. What did he do with all this space?

He could probably hide quite a few bodies in there.

Alastor opened his bedroom door and motioned for you to enter.

You took in every detail as shrewdly as you could. Two circular nightstands, a wide dresser with a few framed photos and a radio. One large window facing the yard, you could see the car outside from where you were standing. “Wow a man’s bedroom. I tend to avoid these.”

“What a coincidence, so do I. Bedrooms in general, really.” He placed your bag on the dresser, offering to unpack it for you. Your smile screwed up, shaking your head no. You couldn’t imagine Alastor folding your panties and setting them into a drawer. 

Well.

“Yes please.” You took a seat on the end of his bed, watching him tenderly empty the bag before beginning to put things away like you’d come home from a trip. “A bed big enough for two people. You didn’t tell me you were a fancy man. Ooh la la.”

Alastor laughed, “Your bed was quite comfortable.” He set your dress onto a hook attached to the closet door, hands running down the fabric to straighten out the wrinkles, “But I have a feeling that had more to do with you than anything else.”

The floor was clean, the rug beneath the bed a simple but pristine white. What an odd color for a rug.  

You truly did avoid men’s homes. The power dynamic shifts too much.

“Are all men so clean?”

“Oh god no. Have you really never been to a man’s home?” Without a moment of hesitancy his long fingers flattened out your underthings and neatly folded them. You could call it erotic, knowing what else his fingers could do.

A hum, you swayed side to side, “Too much risk. I don’t know where the knife drawer is, which locks stick, what windows open all the way.” 

He set the empty bag into a reading chair in the corner, “That sounds stressful.”

You shrugged, “My mother taught me to always have an escape. From situations, from rooms, from people. Not terrible advice.”

That was true, he thought. If the few women he killed had considered that, he would be less prolific. Women tended to be easier in some regards.

Alastor finally let himself look at you sitting on his bed. Were you wearing the black garters today? He liked those. He appreciated the red dress you’d worn.

Taking off his jacket and vest, he hung them up while his eyes kept returning to you. Your legs were crossed, thighs soft and pressed together. He remembered feeling them against his ears. A little cough to clear his throat and mind.

“Are you hungry?”

You werent, but you weren’t ready for sleep either, so you asked for some bread and butter. Alastor sat beside you at the table, watching you look around. It didn’t look like a killer's home. 

“Ya know, I was going to rob you. I had been wanting to talk to you, before that guy caught me off guard when I was smoking.” You said it easily. 

He smiled, “Oh, why’d you change your mind?”

“Well, you slit a man’s throat in front of me.”

“Tsk tsk, you give up too easily, my dear.”

Salted butter, soft bread. Simple. Happy. “You were so handsome-,”

“We’re?”

A snort of a laugh, rolling your eyes dramatically, “and you looked well off. I was searching the room for the lights reflecting off of your glasses all night.”

Alastor grimaced, fighting the well of his ego, and leaned on his elbows, “Is it too morbid to say I’m glad that man tried to kill you? I like this timeline more than being robbed and never seeing you again.”

“That’s very selfish. I would have enjoyed chasing you down and finessing your wallet off you.” You set the glass lid back over the butter dish, content with the snack. “Some men come back actually and confront me at the theater.”

He howled. The idea was ridiculous, “Seriously? Why not just tell the cops.”

“Men don’t like telling other men they got taken for a ride by a dame.”

Alastor stood, “What would you have done if you had robbed me and I marched into the theater demanding my cash back.” It took a second to realize he was being serious in wanting you to play along. 

You popped the last piece of bread into your mouth and stood too, “You rake!” A fake smack to his chest, “I booted you to the curb! You had more hands than an octopus!” 

Alastor tried to stay in character but his smile kept cracking through his serious face. “And my wallet? None of my hands can find it.” You took a few steps back, feigning shock at the accusation.

“Sir! You were so drunk I’m not surprised you lost it.” When Alastor closed the space between you with two wide steps and pulled you into his chest you giggled, hitting softly at him, “You should be ashamed of yourself. Trying to take advantage,” his hands wandered down your hips, making your voice catch in your throat, “of a good woman like me.”

His mouth came to your ear, “Well, miss, I think you owe me the opportunity to try again.”

You went stiff against him, the sudden turn of his voice into seduction taking you by surprise, “If you were a real mark, I’d punch you in the face for saying that.”

“But for me?” Breath against your neck.

Your hands slid up his chest and to his collar, pulling him down and into a kiss. His smile spread across your lips. 

His mouth stayed against your cheek as he pulled you into a hug, “Ready for bed?”

“Are you sleepy, hun?” You pulled away, a sincerely worried face. Two nights now you’d interrupted his normal routine.

Alastor’s eyes seemed to sparkle behind his glasses, head shaking, “No, not at all.” You felt the heat rise up your face. Wanting to avoid assumptions, you tried to temper your expectations.

His hand pulled you toward the stairs, you dragging your feet, “Did you want to show me around?”

“In the daylight.” He led you up the stairs and to the right.

“Oh okay….”, your mind was reeling, mouth dry. No dead body in sight. No blood. You hadn’t pressed him or asked for anything. Maybe he just wanted a good cuddle, or some kisses. You often enjoyed necking near the car before he would go home. Right. Let him lead.

You followed him, letting him guide you hand in hand back to his bedroom.

ᡣ𐭩ˋ°•*⁀➷ masterlist

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🏹Alastor stalkers: @celestial-vomit , @amurtan

@faeoffaith , @sailorsmouth , @jeannyjaykaydeh , @jyoongim , @cosmic-lavender , @saturn-alone , @lustylita , @radio-darling , @kaylopolis , @dickmastersworld , @leviskittywh0re , @asianfrustration13 @alittletiredcry @sirens-and-moonflowers @alastorssimp , @angelxx7 , @katgirl05 , @impulsivethoughtsat2am , @sugurubabe , @zzzykiek , @phamtasic

[hyuneskkami]

❪ ⭑ ❫ just a little bit───tsukishima kei.

ꕀ synopsis 𓈒𓈒 a crazy assistant manager/part-time assistant coach + an annoyed blocker on the same volleyball team + only one bed in their hotel room = disaster! (…or maybe not?)

[ ✮ ] masterlist ∿ fem!reader ∿ wc 2.3k ⋆ cw 𓈒𓈒 reader is older than most of the characters (only by a few months). fluff. childhood friends who bicker to lovers. losers in love. no one actually confesses bc they’re both stupid. songfic. both tsukki and reader have glasses. banter. sizzling tension. skinship. cuddling. older!reader x younger!tsukki (age gap is just six months). stray kids and suki waterhouse music mentioned.

ꕀ notes. thin frame glasses wearer tsukki!agenda + jewellery wearer tsukki!agenda <3

[ ✮ ] just a little bit ~ enhypen 𝄢

“god. you’re so insufferable!”

“and you’re kinda stupid! are we complaining? no, we aren’t!”

“who scored higher on last week’s test? hm?”

“…”

“why are you so quiet suddenly? huh?!”

“why do they literally fight like kindergarteners?” suga sighed.

daichi nodded. “we can’t do anything though. she’s our best assistant manager ever, and he’s one of our best blockers. I wish they could get along better.”

“just sit down, guys, please,” asahi begged.

“if you won’t give me the window seat, i’ll just sit on you,” I warned tsukki. he seemed unbothered, as if silently saying ‘as if you’d do that’. his growing smirk was magnificently taunting. “you’ve known me for years, tsukki. you know i’ll do it.” I taunted.

when he didn’t reply, pretending to look out the window of the bus, I shuffled closer and plopped down onto his lap. I felt him freeze below me.

I turned around to face him. “what? didn’t think i’d actually do it? I want the window seat, and i’m not giving it up.”

he looked up at me. his glasses were low on his nose, so I unconsciously pushed them up with one of my fingers. his cheeks were beginning to get dusted in light pink, as he turned away again.

⌞controlling my universe like it’s on my hand… ⌝

“jesus, okay— move— i’ll get up,” he muttered. I breathed out a chuckle of satisfaction, and stood up. I moved out so he could too, and we switched places ending with me in the window seat and a grumbling tsukishima beside me.

“see, I knew you had some sense left in you, kid,” I said, rubbing salt in his wound. he hated when I called him a ‘kid’ just because I was six months older than him.

instead of retorting, he just rolled his eyes and pulled his earphones upto his ears, resuming his music, completely ignoring me. I smirked at the faint blush on the side of his neck.

⌞even people’s hearts seemed to be more obvious yeah...⌝

I took my headphones, reading book and sketchbook out of my bag and tucked it in under my seat after closing every zip.

it was a long bus ride to the training camp in osaka, and I had fallen asleep at some point.

when I woke up, my head was on something soft. I turned a bit to my side to be met with tsukishima’s sleeping face. I realised that our heads had been laying against each other’s.

he still hadn’t woken up, so I put my head back against his, and fell asleep again.

꒰🏐꒱﹒ timeskip ﹒⟢ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

I was still asleep, when I began hearing some buzzing and some click!s. I opened my eyes to see the karasuno boys gathered around me, snapping pictures. confused, I looked around and realised that tsukishima and I were still resting our heads on the other.

his head now lolled on my shoulder, and I glared at the team. I tapped gently on his head to wake him up.

“tsukki? we’re here,” I whispered. in my periphery, I saw the boys exchanging glances.

“5 more minutes, n/n, please,” he groaned.

“we’re not at home, kei,” I grumbled at him. “we’re at osaka already.”

“wha— oh my god, I forgot about the-” he sat up suddenly. “-training camp.”

“yeah, yeah, get your stuff and let’s move.”

the boys started getting off the bus one after the other, and tsukki and I got down last.

we thanked the bus driver, and followed suga.

“how far do we have to walk?” hinata asked, and everyone ignored him.

noya and I were trailing behind most of them, only tsukki and yamaguchi behind us. we were talking about his receives.

“y/n, didn’t you say you played as a libero for your team? so… could you maybe teach me some of your moves?” he asked, slowly.

“oh, you remember that?” I blushed a little at the thought of him remembering something important to me. “and yeah, of course I can! i’d love to.”

he gave me a small grin. “great, thanks a lot, y/n! do you have any plans for tomorrow?”

“well, tomorrow’s your rest day, right? training starts from the day after, so… i’m pretty much free all day today and tomorrow.”

“then, do you wanna hang out tomorrow? we could go to the nishikonohama beach. apparently there are some beach volleyball matches being held there, this entire week. maybe we could play together!” he jumped around, excited.

“sounds like a plan, noya,” I smiled at him.

I told him about his form when he receives oikawa’s serves, and noya listened intently. he was so passionate about his role in the team, and it showed.

meanwhile, I also felt tsukki’s gaze sharply on the back of my head.

we continued talking to each other, and by the end of our conversation, we had also reached the dorms we were going to be staying at.

“okay, guys, heads up. ukai-san, takeda-sensei, and kiyoko-san arrived two days ago already, so they could start preparing everything, and to meet the other teams’ managers. so, those three already have a room together now.” daichi explained.

“daichi, asahi and I are bunking together. plus we still have one more bed free too,” suga piped in.

“the limit is four people per dorm, so you guys can decide who you want to share with. we have two more rooms left.” daichi finished.

everyone started chattering at the same time.

noya, tanaka, kageyama, and hinata decided on a room together.

“tsukki, as much as I love you, you snore a lot. and I need some sleep tonight. i’ll bunk with you from tomorrow, but today, i’m going with suga-san,” yamaguchi commented, skipping away to the seniors.

tsukishima scrunched his nose cutely, and pretended to be annoyed.

“so that leaves… tsukishima and y/n,” suga said, crossing out names from his paper. “I doubt you two would do anything other than kill each other, so you can bunk together, I suppose.”

“please don’t kill each other, though. you’re both valuable members of the karasuno volleyball club,” daichi pleaded.

the both of us side-eyed each other but nodded anyway, grimacing.

⌞a crack called you in my tiny world...⌝

asahi bought us all our favourite drinks from the vending machine, and then we went to our dorms to unpack. we’d be staying here for two weeks for training.

I took out my jersey and hung it on a hanger, along with my other clothes.

“still taking it with you everywhere, hm?” tsukki’s voice sounded from the bed. I turned to find him smiling fondly. “that’s such a y/n thing to do.”

I raised my eyebrows, and went back to arranging my clothes in the tiny closet. tsukki had already gotten his clothes up on the hangers, leaving me little space.

“are you free tonight?” I suddenly asked, turning to face him again. he inhaled sharply, so I reconsidered. “never— nevermind. forget I asked.” I sighed lightly.

“i’m free, why?” he asked.

“nothing. never mind. it’s not that big of a deal.”

“tell me anyway.”

after a moment of thinking, I finally replied. “there’s a free concert very closeby, and I have entry to the vip side because of a friend and… I just thought it’d be boring to go alone. and the other boys would probably never come, so.”

“…whose concert?” he asked.

“will you come?” I asked, suddenly excited.

“sure, but whose concert is it?”

⌞where everything’s easy with a sincere smile...⌝

“oh. my. god! thank you so much tsukki! i’ll repay you somehow, I promise!” I grinned.

he kept grumbling the whole time we were both getting ready to go to the concert.

we notified daichi and suga, and they told both our coaches too. they let us go with a ‘don’t get kidnapped, you’re our favourite assistant manager, y/n-san’.

꒰🏐꒱﹒ timeskip ﹒⟢ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

“you brought me to a suki waterhouse concert.” tsukki stated.

“…yes? is there a problem?” I asked, passing it off as nonchalance.

“let me add some words to that sentence: you brought me to a suki waterhouse, and didn’t tell me to change when I showed up wearing this?” he asked, and looked down at himself.

he was wearing black baggy jeans with grey stars patched across them, paired with a plain white shirt and a cat-ear beanie. he got his cross-body bag which had our phones and his earphones in them. he looked… kind of very cute.

“i’m not seeing the problem yet,” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“look at your outfit, and then look at mine,” he grumbled.

I pointed to my black summer dress and leather jacket, with my favourite boots. “still don’t see a problem.”

“you look like a goddess, and I look homeless,” he stated plainly. I burst out laughing, tipping my head back.

I laughed so hard, I was practically crying. I wiped the tears away, and pushed my hair out of my face.

“two lies in the same sentence,” I rolled my eyes at him. “let’s go, kei, come on.” I tugged on his hand, wrapping my fingers around his, dragging him with me.

he stilled for a moment before trailing behind me. his hand was warm under my cold one, balancing it out. his thin fingers gradually wrapped around my own.

⌞you’re a bit different and you still shaking me up...⌝

we reached the vip section, and I showed the vip passes to the security. they let us in, and we walked around trying to find our seat.

hearing some girls whispering nearby, I scoffed and clutched tsukki’s hand tighter.

the concert began, and I couldn’t help but sway to the music. suki’s songs did have a special place in my heart.

𐔌 . ⋮ tsukki’s pov .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ⨾

throughout the concert, I couldn’t help but watch y/n. the way she sang every song. the way her voice hit the right notes, even if she was just casually vibing. the way her smile showed off all her teeth… because the last time I saw that smile was when we were kids.

maybe I did kind of miss the way we used to be: carefree, and thoughtless.

maybe… if we were still like that, I could’ve just told her how I felt about her. how i’ve been feeling about her, for the past six years.

she turned to me, her eyes glittering under the lights. her smile finally reached her eyes as well.

⌞your eyes and the way of talking in style…⌝

I continued watching y/n as she sang. her voice luring me closer, as if she were a siren.

“the skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all.” she looked like she could sing me to my death, and hell, i’d let her.

I spent the entire concert preoccupied looking at her and listening to her. I could never stop thinking about y/n, I suppose.

she looked drowsy and exhausted by the time the concert was over.

“tired?” I asked.

“nah.”

we were walking back to the dorms, since it was quite close.

“you just yawned thrice in under a minute,” I pointed out.

“maybe a little bit,” she said, squinting her eyes, slowly rubbing them from under her glasses.

I took out a cover from my bag, and unwrapped slippers from them.

“you carried my slippers with you?” her eyes widened.

“take off your boots. the hard soles probably hurt.” I guided her to sit down on a nearby bench.

I bent down onto one knee as she sat down. I slowly unlaced her boots and pulled them off, replacing them with her slippers. I placed the boots in the cover, wrapped them up, and put them back in my bag. I got up and dusted my jeans, and looked down at her.

she was looking up at me, siren eyes and all, as if daring me to lose my mind even by looking at her.

⌞oh, it’s like living in a different world…⌝

𐔌 . ⋮ y/n’s pov .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ⨾

I cleared my throat after what felt like an hour of staring up at him, while he looked down quietly.

“we should… get going. yeah,” I said. “thanks.”

he nodded, grabbing my hand gently and pulling me up from the bench.

I had forgotten my earphones at the dorm, and his were already out of battery, so I opened my spotify and played the music out loud.

‘hold my hand’ by stray kids started playing from my phone’s speakers.

I felt tsukki’s eyes on me as I spun around in circles while walking and skipping. well, he could glare all he wanted, or whatever. I don’t care. I think.

well… maybe I do care. a little bit?

by the time we reached the dorms, my playlist was still running, and tsukki was as tired as I was.

we didn’t bother to lock the door, and both of us fell onto the bed after closing the door. the single bed in the entire room, with no other couches. it didn’t really matter though, I suppose, since we’d shared beds lots of times as kids.

I threw my leg and arm around him, and began falling asleep slowly. he turned to face me, and his hand came to rest on my head. his other hand was rubbing circles on my shoulder.

I guess he still remembers how I used to fall asleep.

“good night, n/n. sleep well,” he whispered, and pulled my glasses off gently, followed by his own.

“night, kei. you too.” I was tracing the outline of his jaw and my eyes started drooping; my hands never leaving his face.

oh, how I wish I could pull him closer right then to kiss him.

his arms wrapped tighter around me, and I found myself feeling warm even during the chilliest hours of the night.

⌞baby, regardless of my head, my heart looks after you, after I met you...⌝

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[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

My baby, my baby… pt.2!

Summary: Leon is a man pushing 40 and you’re a girl in her early 20s. You confessed your feelings but things went south.

Warning: age gap. literally any older version of Leon. reader is young. female reader. smut. mentions of alcohol. unprotected sex. praise. fem receiving. gentle sex. CONSENTED. angst with happy ending?

a/n: I just ate buldak ramen and my asshole is so clenched rn. oh god wtf ts is not for the weak

(pt.1) (pt.2)

“You’re my baby, say it to me” - Mitski, I Bet On Losing Dogs

Days have passed since that kiss you shared with Leon. And it’s been hell. All you could think about was his touch, his cologne, his eyes… you fell hard for a man who could be your dad. And so here you were, drinking in your studio flat. You walked towards the nearest convenience store to buy the cheapest thing you could afford. Alcohol is alcohol, you thought. It all has the same effect in the end.

You were lying on your couch, drunk out of your mind. Crying and sobbing as you listened to Mitski and some other depressing artist you were so sure your neighbors could hear you but you didn’t care. What you assumed was the love of your life turned cold towards you. And you loathed that feeling. All you wanted was to be in his arms again. To feel those muscly arms hug around you as his soft voice whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

You really shouldn’t be trusted with alcohol and a cellphone because you made the mistake of texting Leon.

Leon was confused when he received a spam of messages at 2 in the morning. Who is their goddamn mind is still awake at this hour. Lo and behold, your name popped up on his screen. He let out a sigh as he clicked on the chat and began to read.

“I miiiiiissss uuuuu”

“pls, I need u :(“

“y r u ignoring me?”

“I thinkI committer tax wvasion”

Okay the last text made him worried. He knew something was up so he straight up just called you.

The phone rang in your hand and your eyes bulged out of their sockets, not literally. Your breathing quickened and you felt nervous. But you still answered, you put the phone on your ear and you swore you almost died from how hot and hoarse his voice sounded.

“Y/n…?” He spoke through the phone, his voice laced with sleepiness as he just woke up. If you weren’t wet, now you were.

“Leooooon, hi” you slurred. You mentally slapped yourself for sounding so stupid.

Leon sighed heavily as he heard your voice, “Y/n, you’re drunk. Where are you?” You could hear the sounds of rustling in the back as he got dressed and got his keys ready.

“Huh? Oh- uh… I’m at home,” you mumbled as your face grew hot.

“Text me your address,” he demanded in a serious but gentle tone as he hung up. And you couldn’t help but oblige. You sent him your address and waited patiently for him to come knocking at your door.

You fixed your hair and tried to look presentable even after crying all day. Your face was swollen and your eyes were red. So you went to your bathroom and washed your face, hoping the hyperpigmentation would disappear.

You rushed to your front door as you heard knocking. When you opened the door, Leon stood there looking godly. He was wearing grey joggers and a loose shirt. His hair was neat, given that his hair is straight as a door.

“Can I come in?” Leon asked after you stood there, staring at him in silence for a good two minutes. You mumbled a quiet sorry and stepped to the side to let him in.

When he stepped inside, he immediately spotted the bottles lying about on the coffee table. He let out a deep sigh through his nose and began to clean up your place. You quickly followed behind him and tried to stop him.

“Wait, Leon- I can do it,” you said as you took hold of Leon’s arm. He turned around and gave you a stern look. “Sit,” he commanded as he nodded his head towards the couch.

You wanted to argue, you really did but the way his voice seemed to have reached your head and pussy made you unconsciously walk over to your couch. You sat on it and watched as Leon cleaned your apartment, because that’s what coworkers do, right?

Once Leon was done with getting rid of the bottles, he turned to you and began to check your temperature. To be honest, you felt sober now that he was here.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a soft tone as he put his hand on your forehead. “Checking to see if you have a fever, do you feel drunk?”

You shook your head no, “No, I feel fine.”

Leon sighed and took his hand away from your forehead before settling down next to you. “Why did you text me?” He asked softly. You shifted in your seat as you tried to come up with a good excuse, “I was drunk,” you muttered.

He gave you a skeptical look, he wasn’t easy to fool, “Y/n, I know when you’re lying. Let me ask you again, why did you text me?”

You swallowed hard and focused your gaze in your hands in your lap, “I miss you…” you began slowly and quietly, almost scared to start crying, “I wanted to hear from you again. I wanted you.”

His eyes softened but he maintained his face composed. “Y/n…”

“I know what you’re going to say-“ you began, “That I’m too young and naive for you. But I really cannot help these feelings I have for you…”

Leon sat there looking at you in silence as your words settled in his head. He didn’t know how to tell you he felt the same. He inhaled sharply brought his hand to your chin and gently turned your head to look at him,

“My heart aches for you, my mind yearns for you all the time…”

He whispered softly, “I tried so hard to ignore you, to forget you. But you always manage to make me feel these things for you.”

You sat there, shocked at him. Is that how he felt? Did he actually feel the same way as you?

Leon noticed your shocked face and leaned down to kiss you softly. His lips tender against yours, a kiss so sweet yet full of love. When he parted his lips from yours, he stared down into your eyes with a gentle look.

“Leon, I…” Your voice was just above a whisper, “is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

Leon nodded at your words. He’s been avoiding you because he also loved you, the only difference is that he was scared.

You kissed him back, a little bit harder than when he kissed you but he didn’t mind. He moved his hand to the back of your head and pressed you against him, his tongue glossed over your lips and forced his way inside your mouth. His tongue swirled around against your tongue and moaned at the sensation of your hands moving towards his chiseled chest.

He gently laid your back down against the couch, your head resting on the armrest as he parted your legs with his knee and settled himself between your legs, caging you with his hands on either side of your head. He continued kissing you, moving from the ends of your lips to your jaw as he whispered, “I’ve wanted you for so long.” His lips settled down to your neck and began to suck at each spot, leaving hickeys where he wanted. You wrapped your hands around his hair and intertwined your fingers with his hair. You moaned as you felt him find your sweet spot. He smiled against your skin and began to sink his teeth a little bit, not too much so it wouldn’t hurt you. He continued sucking, lewd sounds being heard in the living room.

He moved on to the other side of your neck and repeated the same pattern.

Hickey, hickey, bite. Hickey, hickey, bite.

Your hand tugged at his hair as you moaned and squirmed under him. He pulled back from your neck and you whined in response. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he admired the masterpiece under him, “so perfect…” he muttered under his breath as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“You’re so perfect, dear,” he whispered as he kissed you once again and let his hands travel under your shirt and caressed your waist and stomach. You let out a breathy moan as your hands explored his chest and shoulders.

He parted from the kiss and laid his forehead against yours as his hands held your waist gently. You stared up at his eyes and admired his features.

“Y/n…do you want this?” He whispered as he looked down at your eyes, trying to read your answer. You nodded, “I do.”

He smiled softly, “I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he leaned down to kiss your forehead before he slowly sat you up to take off your shirt. He pulled the fabric over your head and threw it on the floor. His eyes immediately went to your chest and he gently pushed you down the couch again. His mouth kissed to clavicle and collarbone before kissing the top of your left breast while his hands worked their behind your back and unclasped your bra with ease. He pulled your bra down your shoulders and torso slowly and threw it towards somewhere on the floor.

He pulled back and stared at your breasts, his hands sliding up to hold and massage your breasts in his hands. He leaned to kiss and suck one while his hand groped the other. His thumb and index finger tugging and playing with your hardened nipple as he swirled his tongue in the breasts he was sucking and kissing on. You arched your back and moaned softly. Rolling your head back against the armrest as his mouth worked wonders on your chest. God you tasted so sweet, your skin was soft and sugary. But he wouldn’t say that out loud, he’d hate for you to think he’s a cannibal. He just loved the way your skin tasted and loved the way your body smelled. It only aroused him more.

The bulge in his pants growing bigger against the constraints of the fabric pressed against your inner thigh. You felt his crotch rub against you and it only made you water down at your folds. “Leon…” you moaned out.

He pulled back from your breast, the cold air from the absence of his warm mouth hitting your nipple, causing you to shiver slightly.

“What is it, princess?” He mumbled softly as he caressed his hands down your waist.

“I need more…” you breathed out as you tried to move against his bulge. He held you down by your hips and whispered in your ear, “Patience, I want to treat you right.”

He kissed your lips, your neck, your check and down your stomach before kissing the hem of your shorts. His fingers hooking on them as he slowly pulled them down your legs. He stared down at your panties and saw the wet spot in between your legs, he couldn’t help but smirk as he knew you wanted him too.

He removed your panties gently, watching as the slick of your cunt reluctantly let go of the fabric that separated him and your pussy. He pushed himself between your legs, slowly blowing cold air at your clit and watched as you gripped on the cushions of the couch. He brought his fingers down your folds and slowly dragged them up and down, not entering your eager entrance yet. With one hand, he held your hips down and the other began to gently roll your clit among his rough fingers. He leaned down to kiss your inner thighs, sucking at them just how he sucked on your neck. He made sure you were left marked with his hickeys. Moans and whimpers escaped your mouth as he kept circling your clit until he finally dragged his tongue down your folds. You shuddered in pure delight and closed your eyes in bliss. He moaned as he tasted you, god you tasted even better. He couldn’t help but eat you out like he’s been starving for days.

His tongue delved deep inside your pink walls, swirling his tongue and sucking as much as he could, he pulled his hand away from your clit and held your thighs down so you wouldn’t squish his head. The squelching sounds of him eating your pussy were enough to keep you turned on, it didn’t help that his nose would occasionally bump against your lip and his stubble would crash against your skin, ignoring a fire within your stomach.

Your breathing became more jagged as your walls pulsated around his tongue, he groaned against your cunt. You arched your back and gripped on his hair, pulling him closer to your cunt as he fucked his tongue inside you. He knew you were close to release and he let you cum all over his face. Your moan came out in a high pitched breath as you bucked your hips against his face, riding it as he lapped his tongue to capture your juices. Making sure no drop fell to waste.

He pulled back from your cunt as you panted, your body sweaty and glistening under the shitty lights of your apartment. He slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled down his underwear and let his hardened lengths bounce to his stomach, hitting it with a smack ‘thwack.’

Your eyes widened at his size. The tip was pink and leaned towards the right by a little bit. A being visibly protruding slightly as pre-cum slid down to his base. You were salivating at the sight. He chuckled and caressed your cheek, “Say yellow to stop,” he whispered before his kissed you softly on the lips. You nodded and allowed him to spread your legs just a little bit for a part. He didn’t want to hurt you so he slowly aligned the tip on your entrance and very gently pushed himself inside you. You shifted uncomfortably but also in pleasure. His thick size slowly got swallowed by your walls and his eyes shimmered as he saw you taking him in fully. He was impressed but also felt like he had to be more gentle so you’d grow used to his size.

He pushed until he connected his pelvis against your hip, he looked down at you to make sure you were still on board. He saw the way your mouth was slightly parted as your eyes were tightly shut. “Are you okay?” He whispered as his hands massaged the fat of your hips. You opened your eyes and nodded, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He took that to his heart and slowly began to thrust in and out of you. Not fully pulling out as he still wanted to be gentle with you.

Once he saw that you were enjoying his thrusts, he began to go faster. His hips clashing against yours, the sound of his balls clashing against your ass echoing through your living room. He brought his hands up to your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours. A gesture that meant he was here for you and only you. He grunted and groaned as he squeezed your hands from how crazy your pussy was driving him.

You moaned and whimpered as you felt your second orgasm was on its way. The fire in your lower stomach getting hotter and hotter as your walls clenched around his cock. He shuddered softly as the feeling and cursed under his breath at how well your body felt against him. He whispered sweet praises to help you reach your orgasm, knowing that you may be feeling a little overstimulated. “That’s it, baby, come down on me” “You’re doing so well” “You feel so good, princess”

And it worked. You arched your back, your chest coming into contact with his chest as your cunts gripped and clenched on his cock. Milking him until he felt his orgasm coming as well. But he wouldn’t cum inside of you. He knew better for his princess.

He pulled out and shot his cum on your stomach, his moaned coming out in a husky and low tone. He panted as he stayed there for a moment, while you tried to catch your breath. He got off you and grabbed a tissue from nearby and cleaned your stomach. He then moved down to your legs and cleaned there as well. His touch so gentle, knowing you were still sensitive from him. Once he discarded the dirty tissue, he turned his head up to look at you. You looked so beautiful. He leaned up to kiss you on the lips and smiled softly.

“Let’s run you a bathe, okay?” He whispered and swiftly picked you up bridal style. He walked towards the bathroom and closed the door.

Needless to say, this man is the king of aftercare. After he bathed you, he walked you to your bed and laid you down. Oh and the grown man also loves cuddles, so the two of cuddled to sleep.

[arsonlookers]

Gamble your future with me~

Aventurine x reader

You know how handsome Aventurine right? like man, he can have both girls and boys at the same time it wouldn't be a surprise if he cheated on you.

There are plenty of Fish in the sea and those fishes would be very attracted to a man like him naturally, that applies to you too.

One night at a loud banging casino bar, minding your own business since you just came from your Younger sister's wedding, and having thoughts on when, are you, going to get a man for yourself? since your younger sister already beat you to it. You're already old enough to marry now imagine still being single and a virgin but still no status. Such as a LOVER. You already question Gods and Diety on when are you going to have a lover? is he gonna fall from somewhere? like in a romance anime? or just maybe, if God provides he would miraculously FALL in front of you.

"yeah right" you mumble to yourself laughing at the thought a little

When suddenly, something did fall in front of you technically not a man but chips. Golden Chips. Falling from the sky. burying people down.

'what the hell is going on?' you thought looking at the culprit

A man wearing, a very lavish style that suit him very much, glasses and a hat with a chip at hand playing at it as if nothing just happened.

He does...look handsome, You are not gonna deny yourself that, he is an eye candy if you may say so. A literal Eye candy. With a spade-like open chest window...

"Heyy~ my eyes are up here~" He said teasingly smirking at you as you unconsciously were staring at his boob.

making you look up at him embarrassed being caught on staring inappropriately.

making you just look away and stare at your drink pretending nothing happened even though inside you are dying of embarrassment.

"are you gonna ignore me?" he calls out to you again now sitting in an empty spot beside you.

now looking at him trying to look cool. not embarrassed at all. "umm, Hi? no no I'm not ignoring you, just having thoughts" you said preventing yourself from looking down at his open chest again.

"Hmmm~" he sounds not so convinced, just teasingly checking you out up and down. And with that making you conscious of his eyes, behind his glasses.

"would you care a drink with me? My treat" The mysterious man smiles as he looks at you in the eyes.

And something in his eyes makes you wonder, How pretty it is, without his glasses.

for a moment it's as if time has stopped for a while just by staring into his eyes, that is when he smiles at you and orders a drink from the bartender.

he breaks the contact but it resonates with you, how pretty his eyes are, and having this urge to just take his glasses off and stare at his eyes forever if possible.

"what would you like pretty lady?~" he asked looking back at you with a small smile with his hands on his cheek.

"The usual [favorite alcohol] please, thank you" looking back at the bartender.

"I'm Aventurine, and what would your name be, pretty lady? " he asked still looking at you

you smile a little "Y/n L/n, pleasure to meet you Mr. aventurine"

Since that night the more you visited the casino every night, the more you get to understand and get to know who this Mr. Aventurine is. He is not that bad of a companion every night you see, he does entertain you in his own way.

The more you get interested and fall for his charms, You already sign yourself to him unconsciously.

after another win of his gamble.

"You win again," You said passing him his drink

He just shrugs and smiles at you, knowing to himself that he has become accustomed to your presence and becomes comfortable talking to you. Having this little bubble surrounding you and him. Just You and Him.

You on the other hand already falling for him secretly, you don't want him to know about it because you can clearly see it in him. he is not yet ready to have a relationship or even face his own feelings. You are pretty observant yourself so you held yourself back from confessing since if you confess he might push you away because he is scared or not used to this affection. And possibly ruin this little bubble the two of you love.

Throughout your friendship with Aventurine, you have a fair share of problems and trust issues but you both manage to clear that one up. Since then he has started to trust you little by little starting with his identity you know that AVENTURINE is not his real name but he never tells you his real name, but you can wait. You think to yourself that you are a decent patient person [you think]. another is his person-like details, not really detailed but at least he gave you a grasp of his work and who he really is.

As time passes by you get to know him more and more even outside the casino he starts asking you out as a FRIENDLY outing he says. To the point, that you actually become his closest friend.

You are currently inside his apartment, petting his plenty of share of Cat cake, you just found them so adorable since you first visited his apartment and since then, you always had a habit of bringing foods for them and even sometimes you end up forgetting aventurine and your HANGOUT because you spend a lot of time with his cat cakes.

Aventurine actually secretly envies his cat cakes because he just want to 'hangout' with you but it always ends up you giving your attention to his pets, he envies them whenever you just enters his apartment the first things you would ask is

"where are they?" goes to search his room and after seeing them starts to pet them and feed them on his bed

"awwwww, your soooo cuteee" you cuddle them and nuzzles your face on them.

Aventurine on the other hand had this emotion build up within him feeling all this emotions of just wanting your attention and all not to his cats.

Then you would notice him looking at you and to his cats with his face pouting

"pff" you would secretly adore how his face contorted to jealousy by his own pets.

the day would just end with you cooking for him in his kitchen and secretly taking glances at you or helping you out, even better how you still have both your attention halves on him and his cats since just like their owner they are clingy.

the first one to confess is actually to your surprise Aventurine, It's when you meet Dr. Ratio personally. Well let's say this time he is starting to not like your interactions with the man, and he is starting to understand his feelings for you, after all, he is conflicted between you being his closest friend like family or he having a romantic feeling going on.

But after Dr. Ratio actually complements you. COMPLEMENTS YOU. Do you know to what extent amazing that is?! The most perfectionist man in the world or even in the universe whose pride is the tallest of tall who thinks of people as a waste of space because their " Idiotcy" Complements you?! He starts to think of it as if he was about to take you away from him, not after hearing it from your mouth.

"did you know Ratio asked me to be part of the Genius society? " you said nonchalantly not really bothered by it

On the other hand, Aventurine is shocked?! as if you just dropped a bomb on him with that calm voice of yours, He just can't believe it Plus imagine his realization when you called Dr. Ratio in A FIRST NAME BASIS his mind is overwhelmed with information and cant believe what he is hearing.

"Are you joking? THAT doctor??" tries to be calm when his voice is obviously shaking right now

You just nod to his question calmly drinks your soda

"what did you say? did you say yes??" In his voice, he is shaking waiting patiently on your answer

and you just answered "I haven't thought of it yet, I just said give me time to think" and you shrug your shoulder continuing drinking your soda

he was dumbfounded since that interaction, he just kept thinking of you and the question of the Doctor gonna take you away from him?? is he gonna lose you? that's when he connects all the puzzle of his feelings, answers why he is so attached to you, jealous of his cats spending more time with you, not having your attention on him, and talking to the Doctor. now he knows...now he realizes how important you are to him, even though he has not given you his name and truly trusts you he knows deep down how much he wants to tell you so badly.

"I love her..." he mumble in his breath on his realization

After all of that, The very next day he sets you on a proper date this time... well kind of disguises it as a Friendly Date at first.

But then when you both are in his apartment and finish the 'date' at his house the both of you become cozy with each other and start to talk about each other's day this is when he lets his feelings out and ask you the question he is itching to know the answer of.

"Y/n?" he asks his head lying on your thigh like normal

"hmmm?" you on the other hand entertains yourself on playing with his hair and braiding it if possible

"did you accept the Doctors' offer? of joining the Genius Society?" he asked looking at you in the eye searching for the truth and also admiring how pretty you are right now.

"hmmm? why?" you asked looking down at him and smirking

he looks at you and knows that smirk very well but he lets it slide, he really loves your playfulness secretly. "I just wanna know"

a smirk turns into a smile "No, I'm too tired of dealing with people who will always want to be at the top. and my hands are already occupied with greater work" smirking as your hands keep playing with his hair

"hmmm? " he hummed loving your gentle touch, and feeling relieved about your answer for him, you will be by his side and you chose not to go so that's good.

with the atmosphere, he decided it was time, that he should not run away this time and face his real feelings. Now. So he starts to confess and tells you how comfortable he is with you, how you earned his trust, how grateful he is meeting you, how you made his day, how comforting you are, how he just loves your laughs. he blabbers and talks his feelings out, you on the other hand just keep listening and playing with his hair trying to hide your blushing face away from him and pretends you are chill, when in reality you are a mess right now.

he sits up from his previous position and holds your face with his hands, making you look at him in the eye.

"y/n, You are the only person who made me feel this way, the only person who made me trust somebody again" he smiles gently and his heart pumping hard inside his chest, just wanting to let this feelings out this time

"Y/n L/n, I Love you Love you at your worst love you at your best always loves your smile always Loves your everything" he smiles and looks at you intently

After hearing his confession you just go nuts, you feel so conflicted but at the same time so grateful and relieved that your affection for this same man is reciprocated, Looking at him makes you redder. Your heart goes kabooom inside as if a bomb just exploded and everything around you is blurry except you and Aventurine.

he looks so vulnerable right now, a blush on his cheeks and a genuine smile as he looks at you straight in the eye, waiting for your response.

'He is so cute...so handsome as ever' you thought hearing your own heartbeat against your chest beating and beating as you stared longer at the man

So you touch his face and kiss him on the cheek, already feeling bold. As your heartbeat keeps pumping so hard against your chest looking at him and how he too is blushing mess, smiling and making you blush red.

"mmm, I ...Love you too Aventurine...for a really long time" hugs him tight not wanting him to see you like this, A blushing mess for him and him only.

You can feel him hugging you back, and you can also hear a stifle and a sob from him feeling everything at the same time you just want this moment to not end.

After a moment or two still in the same position of embracing each other now in a much more comfortable spot, you laying in his chest and him hugging you tight in lying position.

"Aventurine?" You whisper his name repeatedly and sweetly to remind him or Yourself that this is true, everything is not a dream or a hallucination of yourself

He hummed at your call making his chest vibrate against your head

"Kakavasha" He says quietly as his hands find their way to your hair and start playing with it.

"kakavasha, kakavasha?" You said his name confusedly. repeating it twice making sure the pronunciation is correct

"hmm, yes darling?"

he hummed, secretly likes it when you Call His Real name, savoring how it rolls in your tongue. How sweet it sounded in your voice. How it made him shiver inside.

You look up at him and smile brightly "Kakavasha" this time confident about your pronunciation and happy to finally know his real name, feeling all this emotion at once you find comfort in putting your head again in his chest and hearing how his heartbeat is beating. You whisper to yourself one last time "Kakavasha" liking how his name rolls on your tongue and decide to close your eyes while only hearing and be in comfort of his touch and heartbeat.

After that eventful night, everything between the both of you did a little change. Not significantly but there are some changes like now you can openly compliments him and shyly kiss him on his cheek, and he too becomes a little more vulnerable around you and clingy.

Nothing can ever convince you that this is the most precious memory you can have ever wanted in your lousy life. A caring boyfriend and a peaceful life. You want this to last forever, with your future hubby.

Well, the only problem now is, your Insecurity. You know better than anyone that he is perfect than all the men you could ever wish for, he is handsome, pretty, considerate, loving, cute, and caring, he may be cunning and all but you know deep inside that he is scared, that behind his mask named Aventurine, there is a frightened version of him, scared whenever he bets and just want all of this to end.

That is why you are scared... You are scared to lose him to another woman or man, you are scared that he will leave you for another, you are horrified to the thought of him leaving you and never ever coming back. That he will never come back and you will never feel his warmth embrace and his teasing jokes, his loving laughter, his eyes, and how it made you feel whole.

You believed that It was just pure luck that YOU, of all people, he got attracted to, and dated one night. You thought that maybe you have already USED all your Luck in this world to get a man like him attracted even interested such as yourself and NOW dating You?!

Like all the Gods in this world must have pitied you for not having a Lover since birth, to present himself and ask you to be his lover!

One day, like normal you visited his apartment and just, spent your time there, waiting for him to come home like usual. When you feel so bored doing nothing, an idea pops inside your head and decide to visit him, you know it's his work time but you just missed him.

So you entertain his cats for a little while and go out to surprise him.

When you were about to go inside the casino, in your luck you saw him outside.

You are about to approach him when a beautiful gray-haired woman is suddenly in the picture and talks to him first.

You can clearly see it in your distance how his smile is, the usual business smile but it's just something about her talking to Kakavasha is making you worried and insecure. So to not ruin their conversation and to calm yourself you just turn around and leave him for the day.

This goes on for weeks, and knowingly inside you know that this is not right but you just can't stop yourself from overthinking.

You know that he is a very busy person and just doing his job, after all, he is also a part of the IPC, but only seeing him come home in the middle of the night and leaving supper early the next day as the routine continues is making you very conscious about yourself and your relationship.

You trust him, but not yourself...

and that's what brings you here now, waiting for him to come home late as usual and him just wanting to rest and go to the dreamland.

You can hear the door unlock, and hear his footsteps get closer. he calls out for you when he sees the kitchen lights are still open, when he sees you he approach you and lazily kisses you on the cheek.

"hi, pretty why are you still awake this late in the hour?" he wraps his arms around your waist and puts his head on your shoulder waiting for your reply.

You sigh deeply and ask

"Can we talk?" You unwrap his arms around your waist and face him.

Feeling the mood Kakavasha looks concerned to you and is very confused

"hmm? Sure we can... are you alright?" He did not like how you avoided his eyes when he said that so he puts his hands on your cheek and makes you look at him

"Please look at me, what's wrong baby?" he asked concern in his voice and sadness over his face

You look him in the eye and avoid a second later, feeling hesitant and guilty for feeling like shit this.

"Can we...." you said hesitantly but he is a patient man and did not complain when you took your time

"I need.....we need a break" You look in the ground feeling guilty and have no confidence facing him for saying it.

'you deserve better, I'm not enough, you're better of without me' you thought unknowingly letting the tears that you held back for weeks fall from your eyes

you dont know what his reaction is until.

"No" he said sternly and silently with no hesitation in his voice

So you look up after fearing it and face him because you just can't believe what he said but you feel deeply relieved inside in your better try to see him clearly you just can't because of the tears making your vision blurry.

You feel his fingers move and wipe the tears away from your eyes and cheeks, with his action you can now see his face.

his eyes look at you sternly and sadly. his eyebrow frowns looking at you you can feel that he is furious and sad about what you said.

"No" he repeats this time his voice is louder and looks you in the eye

"I don't want that, and won't allow that... Ever" he said it like a matter of factly

"but..." you try to explain when he suddenly replies

"NO buts" he said glaring slightly warning you to not continue

and he surprises you with a tight hug, not wanting to leave space because if it's loose then you might just run away and never come back again, or he may not feel your warmth again in his embrace.

He don't like that, not the idea and never in this reality.

you hug him back and cry your heart out feeling vulnerable in this state and feel warm inside

You stayed like that for a very long time as he pats your back trying to comfort you.

only the silence of the room your cries can be heard between the two of you.

until you have calm down.

"do you want a cup of water?" he continues to pat your head and back not letting go as his voice is calm and comforting

you nod in his chest embarrassed and relieved of everything.

when he lets in your embrace, you do not like the feel of loss of contact so what you do is he wraps your hand in his and just stares at it.

he firmly holds your hand without any word and takes a cup of water and give it to you

after everything, the two of you decided to move onto the couch for comfort, after he sat down he yet again wrapped his arms around you and made you sit on his lap hiding his face away from your view.

"Can...can you tell me why?" he said silently not wanting to sound vulnerable when his voice already sounds like it breaks

so you take his arms off, change your position, turn around to sit facing him, and wrap your leg in his back as your head on his shoulders. and his head is buried in your boob area.

And you tell him everything, what you are feeling, and how everything happened and every little detail of your problem for over the weeks.

he just sat there silently hugging you tight from time to time until your rant was over.

He moves his head and looks at you then kindly flicks your forehead.

" I didn't know you felt like that, love" and then he moves closer to you to touch your forehead with his and make you look him in the eye.

His gaze is soft and caring, but also understanding. he looks at you for a good minute to let you know that he is serious.

" I love you, now and forever I want you to know that" he then put his hands on your cheeks kissed your forehead, and then looked at you again, not breaking any contact.

"If You don't believe me" he smirked

"why not take a gamble with me?" with a hint of seriousness and teasing tone in his voice

You look at him with confusion but also you are intrigue on his offer, since you rarely gamble against him after all you know deep down he will win either way.

"and the stakes?" you asked with a small smile in your lips looking at him with curiousness

" my everything, baby" he gently rubs his thumb on your cheek

"If you win then I will gladly offer everything on me, my attention, my love, my body, my mind, my touch, my thoughts, my time, our future, my future. My everything" he said lovingly looking at you and his other free hand twirling a strand of your hair on his fingers like how he usually plays with his chip"

"and if I lose?" now reciprocating his actions you put your hands on his head and massage a part of it. loving how soft his hair in your touch.

"then you got nothing, literally nothing baby" But inside he already decided to let you win in this gamble.

he loves you too much to let you lose this one, he always takes pride when he wins all his gambles but this one? He will Take Pride and even brag it to everyone When he Lost.

"It's all or nothing, love" His gaze in you was loving as if telling you to take it, gamble with your everything, gamble together with him.

"gamble your future with me, offer your everything, my love" he smirked but this time not his business smirk, it's a smirk where you feel secure, you feel you know that he will offer everything for you, a knowing smirk where he will surely make you feel and be the winner.

You move closer, put both your hands on his cheeks, and kiss him lovingly. after a while, he reciprocated your kiss. he licks your lips asking for an entrance and so it starts to become a heated one, tongue, and tongue collide and feel and explore each other's mouths. Your hands move and wrap around the back of his head and pulled him against yours wanting the feeling of him close to you. Not caring for the loss of air, just straight-up wants.

he wants you and You want him, and this fuels this kiss.

after a while of heated kisses, you break it off, breathing heavily but not breaking the contact. You gobble the air around you as if you haven't breathe for a long, long time.

on the other hand, Kakavasha is also at a loss of breath, that was one heated and passionate kiss he had. and looking at you breathless and just staring at him as if asking for another is making him even more worked up. he wants you, and this is reflected in his gaze a flowing desire only for you.

You touch his face cheek this time and he touches yours.

"I'll take it, I offer my everything for you, my Kakavasha" A tear slipped in your eyes so happy to take this love, this relationship to another level.

he moves his fingers wipes the tears on your face, kisses your tears away, and envelops your face with lots and lots of kisses until you feel fine and laughing again.

"Love you kakavasha" you said quietly not wanting to disturb his slumber and just staying in this comfortable moment with him.

The both of you embrace each other on the couch and just listen to his heartbeat your head on his chest and his on top of your head until you fall asleep in each other's embrace. peacefully in the night.

As the night goes on you have a nice dream for the first time... With the man of your life, smiling ear to ear and calling your name, standing in the vast flower garden full of flowers and the soft laughter of a little girl and his. both of them calling your name sweetly as the little girl calls you and hugs you tight. "Ma-" she smiles at you, and her smile resembles his.

Kakavasha...

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[satoruhour]

Nanami, who bakes fresh bread at least once a week probably subconsciously kneads your ass when you cuddle, sometimes even in his sleep. You'll give each other massage often and he'll spend tad longer literally kneading your breasts and ass fghj

a/n: PAUUUUSEEEEE THIS IS SO CUTE !!!! made it a little n*sfw too

warnings: fem!reader, making out, dry humping, p -> v sex, slow morning sex, n*sfw under the cut

bread has always been part of nanami’s life. whether it’s the hindbærsnitter and direktørsnegl his grandparents made him when he was young or when he’s mellowed out into a buttery croissants and cream puffs and now, when all he’s got time for is simple cinnamon bread and sourdough. he’s not complaining — it’s not like he doesn’t have the money, he’s already making bread once a week.

not to say that it’s expensive, but it does take up a lot of time; in the time where it takes him to properly knead everything, he could’ve already made two trips to the bakery and buy his baguette sandwich.

but nanami likes organic when he can afford it, and so ever since he tries his best to make weekly bread on sundays. it’s a habit even after successfully asking you to be his partner with red cheeks, an annoying gojo holding up a boombox and a yuji shaking a banner in the background, and you’re saying yes whilst keeping in your laughter. later they both agreed it was because of them that you said yes, while nanami only asked the older to shut the fuck up.

that habit garners other habits, like how he purses his lips when he needs to get the exact measurements. he does it all the time now when he’s focusing on some sort of task, twisting his mouth here and there. the other relates to the gathering and pushing of dough, having kneaded so much these few years that it’s the only way now to work out the kinks in his body. and yours.

you realise it after date night at home, ignoring every single piece of dialogue in the movie to make out with your boyfriend. you’re sat in his lap, grinding slowly into his clothed bulge as his lips work wonders on yours. you’re sinking more and more into his embrace, leaving him breathless at your hips.

“sorry, i only ever invited you under the ruse of watching a movie,” you grinned, brushing the sweaty blonde locks from his forehead, “i was hoping this would happen.”

“i’ve got a scheming one on my hands, huh?” nanami’s smile is relaxed, letting his hands trail over your ass, but not before he asks and you’re putting them there yourself (“you don’t have to ask every time, kento.”). your ass is so plump and full, he just can’t help but pull and push at the flesh as your lips meet his again. you pull at his hair as the kiss deepens, feeling his hot breath every time you both come up for air. his hands move subconsciously, nudging you deeper into his arms via your ass, but you don’t say anything.

that next morning you’re awoken from the same thing, groggily stirring and blinking through the brightness of the sun, but something else pulls you from your state of unconsciousness — that is, nanami’s hand upon your bare chest, kneading at your breasts. you have to stifle a laugh because you can hear him rouse from sleep, too.

he continues on for a while, grinding his pelvis into yours and now you struggle to hold in moans. you feel dizzy from the bare morning wood pressed into your ass, trailing a hand to your clit to relieve some of the frustrations. you’re wet within seconds, paired with the hand on your chest and the feel of his shaft against your back—

“already in the mood?” nanami mumbles against your neck, pressing feather-like kisses there as he continues to buck his hips into your ass. without much effort, you’re lifting your legs and grabbing his half-hard cock.

“y . . yeah,” you moan softly. with your boyfriend’s help, he pushes past your cunt and in. the feeling overwhelms you as much as it does him, shown in the way his hand squeeze your tits, “f-feels good, kento . .”

where nanami likes to get ready quick in the morning, he likes to take his time when he has you around, hips moving slowly and stretching you out so early in the morning. he flips you over gently as his thrusts stay slow. too slow for your liking, because you’re already fucking yourself back onto him.

“patience, little lady,” he sighs, loving how your ass moves each time it meets his pelvis and the sheer coat of your juices gets him hypnotised. he grabs onto your ass, not sparing you one glance as his hips meets yours halfway and a drawn out moan leaves your lips.

“do you know— you do that . . by the way?” your eyes are scrunched up but you aren’t left to pleasure just yet. you turn your body just right so you could meet nanami’s eyes.

“do what?” nanami grunts out, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“that.” you nod towards his hands, soft pants leaving your mouth at the two contrasting sensations of the gentle morning and your lewd actions. they’re kneading your ass again and nanami doesn’t seem to know what you’re talking about until you voice it out plainly. “you like to knead my tits and ass quite a bit, don’t you?”

he hums, leaning forward over your body to line his chest up to your back, “yeah. yeah i guess i do.” and he laughs, grinding his cock into you and you gasp; he takes the opportunity to kiss you deeply, hands sneaking back onto your tits and he kneads more knowingly, now, smiling into the kiss.

“can’t blame me with how soft you are.”

“not you comparing me — shit . . — t-to bread,” both your laughter mingles even as his hips speed up and your eyes roll back into your head, wrapping an arm around his neck to feel all of him and he whispers possibly the cheesiest line you’ve known to date, making you both clench around him and giggle uncontrollably.

“it’s true . . i need you daily.”

[lilpotatjj]

'Share like a trailer with you' ...Sam you little scottish naughty boy. Well we all can imagine what happened after these words in the trailer but here you go...you can just read it. 😉 (FF Sam x Cait)Warning: 18+ hot and messy lovebirds that enjoying themselves because who wouldn't after all the dirty scenes they have to film🤭🔥

The door swung open with a laugh to the exit of the studio where they had held the interview. Cait looked at him with a smile and walked on with an innocent look, but stopped at the side of the road. Sam looked at her silently for a moment and grabbed his jacket with his hands. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, looking out at the road and thinking for a moment.~share like a trailer with you~ Her thoughts in her mind... "Were you serious?" She didn't turn around as she spoke and swallowed nervously.

Sam gave his typical thoughtful look, mouth pursed and looking serious. Finally, she turned around and gave him a more than innocent look. She was literally crying out for him. Cait didn't have to say anything because her body was louder than her words. He came up to her and stopped right in front of her, his face right in front of her nose. "I have no more plans today...Sassenach..." he breathed almost sadistically on her lips. His breath gave her goose bumps and because that wasn't enough, she felt the strength almost completely drain from her legs. Staying professional in front of the camera wasn't going to work. Away from the cameras, all alone... secretly? A shiver came over her and her whole body shook. A clearing of the throat came from the direction of the parked cars. The Scotsman stood patiently by his car with a cheeky grin at the corner of his mouth.

"But...my car is still back there," Cait said and went to him. "That'll be fine, I'll bring you back here tomorrow, you can pick it up then" She got into his car and buckled her seatbelt, visibly tense. She wasn't nervous because she was alone with him and shy, no, the possibility of losing control of her feelings here and now and jumping on him like an animal was more likely. They've been on set for too long now, shooting scene after scene. Sam hasn't had a girlfriend, she knows that, and Cait herself has also been single for a while now. That explained why the air was literally on fire. He drove off and she just stared silently out of the window, concentrating on everything that didn't look like the Scotsman next to her. Caitriona unconsciously let out a soft sigh, which made Sam smile. She looked at him questioningly. "What is it?"

"Nothing..." he said, looking at her briefly as they stood at a traffic light. "You just look so cute when your mind is messed up. Very different from on set. You're really good at keeping it together when it's not something fun," he said, looking back down at the road. Cait stared at him and the blood rushed to her cheeks. Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ why does this man always have to be so attractive no matter what he says. So he really meant it. Now she was getting a little nervous. Even though he's always so sweet to her on set, it's somehow more intense now. She took a nervous breath and looked out of the window again. "I'm hungry," she said dryly without thinking. He braked abruptly and his gaze immediately fell on her. "For what?" he asked in a serious voice. His gaze was so penetrating that Cait couldn't get a single word out at first. A loud honk behind them startled her and pulled her out of the long tunnel she was stuck in. "I-I don't know," she said abruptly. Of course, his question was meant quite differently. "Just fucking drive!" she almost shouted and looked behind. He hesitated for a moment and finally drove off. She stared at him, now rather annoyed, but the blush was still in her cheeks. Jesus, does this tension ever stop? "Trailer... drive to my trailer," she said, visibly upset and trying to calm down.

Sam suddenly put a hand on her leg.

"Relax Cait" she looked at his hand and almost had a heart attack at his touch. She couldn't look at him anymore. After what felt like an eternity, they finally got back to the set. He parked his car by her trailer, got out and walked to Cait's door to hold it open for her. He held out his hand to her, she accepted it gratefully and got out too. Sam let her go first and followed her to the door. She unlocked it, walked in and stopped with the door in her hand to look at him.

"May I come in?" he asked politely and there it was. Her wonderful and sweet smile. She nodded silently and opened the door wider for him to come in. Once inside, she turned on the light, they both took off their shoese and stood still. Sam came close behind her. The silence was almost unbearable and yet it was loud in the room without a single word. His face was almost in her neck. "You wanted to explain something to me..." he whispered, letting his hand wander to her hip. She closed her eyes in pleasure and turned to him abruptly, staring straight into his soul. The days were long, the scenes they often shot unfairly sexy. The cameras made it strange, at least sometimes, but that didn't change the pleasure they both felt. It was impossible to deny it. They both enjoyed it too much for that. And live it out? How? Without a partner, it was an affliction that put an additional strain on both of them.

Sam just looked down at her with his eyes.

A concentrated, tense look. He didn't move for a second and let her choose how she wanted to spend the evening. Gentleman through and through. Her eyes met his and she paused to soak up every second that they were already connected. She was unsure whether she should take this step. In any case, her brain thought she should stop and not lay a finger on her co-star. But her body was of a different opinion. Her nipples become stiff. Sam's gaze wandered to them and then back to her eyes. Caitriona's breathing was fast. Far too fast, which made it difficult for the Scotsman to keep his hands off her. He swallowed hard.

"May I touch you...?" he asked in a tender voice, softly and carefully. The Irishwoman's heart sank a level lower, but instead of answering, she took a step closer to him. A lightning bolt ran through her as he placed his hand gently on her breast. She closed her eyes to pull herself together and he knew it. He wouldn't push her or go a second too far, but he loved to play with her and tease her. He closed the last few inches of air between them by stepping closer to her and putting his other hand on her chin to lift it. She opened her eyes just a little to look at him dreamily. He knew exactly what he was doing. The 1.92m Scotsman simply didn't care that he was playing with fire now. Cait was his co-partner, but neither his brain nor his body would go along with the idea of shooting another love scene with her without being allowed to have her completely. He kissed her gently, as if time stood still. The Irishwoman responded to the kiss, nothing else was possible. The kiss was tender and only meant to test how far she wanted to go with him and he promptly got an answer in that the kiss became more demanding. She stood on her tiptoes and pushed herself closer to him, that Sam had to hold her so that they didn't fall over.

Her hands were already on his open jacket. She clawed into it during the kiss and was about to take his jacket off when he interrupted the kiss. "Are you sure?" he asked lovingly, looking at her seriously. After all she felt for the blond, she just smiled cheekily and kissed him again. She tugged at his jacket and took it off impatiently, which made him smile again. He hadn't expected the effect he had on her, which made him a little proud. She was pretty, no questions ask. You would think it was both a blessing and a curse to have such a woman as a colleague. He only interrupted the kiss briefly to remove his shirt and continued. She placed her hands on his well-toned upper body. Cait's fingers burned on his skin and she struggled to think clearly. All the adrenaline that had built up every time during the filming of such tingling scenes came up now and made it almost impossible to think about anything other than him and his perfect body.

Now it was the Irish woman who interrupted the kiss to look him straight in the eye and free herself from her top. Dropping to the floor, Sam's gaze fell on her bra. He hesitated for a moment, lifted his hand and slipped it inside. She closed her eyes in pleasure and clung to his arms while he continued to caress her breast. Once again she was involved in a kiss, but it was almost a battle for dominance as they both turned it into a French kiss.

His hands wandered up her back to undo her bra, which promptly fell to the floor. He paused briefly to blink at her bed. Without thinking, he took her by her butt and lifted her up. They both only had their pants on. He dragged her towards the bed and placed her firmly on it, bent over her and immediately kissed her breast. She let out a soft sigh, which gave Sam satisfaction at having her where he wanted her.

His mouth moved further down and stopped at her waistband. With a quick glance up at her and a shy nod to him, he unzipped her pants and took them off along with her underwear. He looked at her proudly, like a lion staring at its prey after a successful hunt, and God she was beautiful. It was the first time he had seen her completely naked without any cover. She wasn't particularly nervous as she trusted him completely. The sight of her almost drove him mad as she layed there with her long, loose hair and her beautiful curves. She rose up to kiss him on the neck and stroked over his erection right between his legs without hesitation. Someone was impatient, Sam thought to himself, drawing in his breath sharply to stifle a soft moan. He already had enough trouble not to lose control completely in order to give her pleasure as well. He wanted to see her, see what she really looked like so devoted to him. He wanted to see what pleasure he could give her. The Irish woman had already opened his pants. He stood up and stopped at the edge of the bed in front of her, removed his pants and left them lying messily. There he stood. Cait sat up and examined him very carefully. Now she took the time she usually never had during filming.

Looking at him like this, also without any annoying protection, made her blush even more unconsciously. She crawled to him on her knees on the bed and looked at his upper body, letting her gaze wander up to him and gripping his arousal firmly in her hand. He flinched gently and gasped softly, but he stood firm and didn't move an inch. Her hand moved very slowly and she let her gaze wander into his soul. He leaned down to her and pressed her onto the bed with a kiss, pushing her legs apart. He broke the kiss to look at her seriously and aroused.

"Are you sure?" his voice trembled and he couldn't say any more as she pulled him towards her to kiss him. He thrust into her without hesitation, moving searchingly and moaning louder than he wanted to.

For a moment, Cait was surprised. She hadn't expected such a sound from his mouth right away, especially not after all the scenes they had both filmed. Now she was proud. They were both turning night into day and they didn't care if anyone could hear. Somehow they would both be able to sort it out if necessary.

He moved vigorously and didn't hold back for a second.

Sensing that he didn't need long, he paused, looked at her for help and she understood. He picked her up and sat her on his lap without sliding out of her. Her hair fell over her shoulders and chest. He thought he had an angel sitting on his lap. Cait stared intently into his eyes and kissed him gently and lovingly without moving. The Scot grew impatient and grabbed her ass to move her. She grinned under the kiss, but couldn't help moaning softly and circled her hips slowly. He clawed at her butt and sucked on her neck without thinking that tomorrow everyone would be able to see what they were doing last night. She would owe her make-up artist an explanation, but neither he nor she cared about that now. She began to move slowly. They were both completely in tune with the night and never wanted it to end. She could feel a wave of arousal building and hoped he felt the same. Cait moaned loudly and clawed way too hard into his shoulders. At least she wasn't the only one who needed an explanation. She had almost no strength left when she came and struggled to keep moving.

"Don't stop...please," Sam begged, realizing that she was already exhausted. He took her and put her almost roughly back on the bed. He was so close to bursting and clawed into the sheets. She enjoyed the sight of him, seeing him so full of excitement that she was the one who could give him this. Finally, a wave of excitement washed over Sam as he came inside her and couldn't stop himself from moaning. Completely out of breath, he looked her straight in the eye and they both enjoyed the silence. The air was soaked in excitement and all the love they could finally live out. He sank exhausted next to her and wrapped an arm around her, burying his face in her beautiful hair.

It was Cait who first broke the silence. "Do you think someone heard us?" she asked in an amused and happy voice. "mhh..." one of his Scottish sounds that she loved so much. "I don't know. But whoever it could be will now know that you'll be very happy to come to work tomorrow," he said with great humor. She blushed and gave him a cheeky slap on the shoulder. "Look who's talking!" she laughed and suddenly stared at him. "What?" he asked curiously and stood up. "Nothing..just. I didn't know you were so..." she paused for a moment. "That I what?" Now he was really curious. He took one of the water bottles from her small water supply and opened it to take a drink.

"That...you can be so loud" she said mischievously as if it was something special and gave Sam a reason to swallow hard. "Well my dear..." He took another sip of water and finally put the bottle down on the table. "There's something about you..." he sat down next to her and stroked his hand through her soft hair. "...that makes me feel different, I am who I am and I can be exactly the same with you. I've always been able to do that when you're with me," he said so lovingly that she couldn't help but smile at him overjoyed. "I can let myself go with you and you were obviously able to do the same with me...Sassenach...you weren't exactly quiet either" he smiled and she hid her embarrassed face against his chest. 'I could look at you like this all day' he kissed her hair and saw the hickey on her neck. He stroked it slowly and grinned.

"Now you're mine...and everyone can see it" he said with far too much pride in his voice but she looked up at him cheekily, letting her gaze wander to his shoulders and Sam followed it only to look at her in surprise. "You cheeky beast..." he murmured and kissed her again.

[wishfulimaginings]

Spoilers for Onyx storm ending ahead.

You've been warned !

Yes it's about the unconscious rider in Xaden's pov

Long post alert.

I'm going to start off by saying it's not Garrick. With all the Garrick and Imogen scenes and his second signet ,his arc is going in a different direction. I have theories there but that's not what this post is about.

It's Bodhi.

If there's one thing I learned about him in this book, it is that he's not jealous of Xaden , not the way people in the book seem to think he might be. His whole life it's been drilled into him that Xaden would be Duke one day and Bodhi needs to protect him.

Bodhi's dream in life is to be Xaden's right hand man. His security detail.

And he says as much in Chapter 55

He has unwavering loyalty to Xaden. Not Tyrrendor.

Exhibit B

Next, lets look at the scene where Violet and Bodhi are fighting Theophanie.

Theophanie might be powerful but a mind wielder she is not. She wrongfully assumes Bodhi wants Xaden's crown. But you know who IS a mind wielder aka a Dream walker- BERWYN. But I'll get to that in a moment.

For now lets look at the fight. Theophanie wields, Bodhi counters. Bodhi fails because his magic doesn't work on her.

The next time we see Bodhi , he's fighting wyvern with Imogen and Dain. Clearly he disobeyed and stayed to fight. And it's raining and hailing, we see this fight both from Violet's pov for a second but majorly from Imogen's pov.

Then Imogen and Dain leave to find Quin. And the next time we see Bodhi, he's throwing up.

I think this is where Bodhi pulled from the ground. Imogen's chapter ends here but I can bet my first edition copy of Onyx storm that this is where he pulls from the ground and then counters Theophine's signet again. And he succeeds this time.

Proof

Violet thinks Theophanie is killing the storm but I'm telling you that was Bodhi.

Now lets talk about Theophanie and Berwyn for a sec. This is important. See Bodhi's comment that Theophanie is the one trying to prove herself really hit me because it seems like she's in competition with Berwyn and Berwyn is winning because he got Xaden to turn. And so she's doing everything she can to get Violet. She literally tells Violet to choose her as her sage when she turns.

Now Theophanie is a shit manipulator. She's so bad at it, its actually funny.

Berwyn on the other hand is a mastermind. He's the venin opposite of Violet and they're both Dream walkers. The irids were aghast when they read what Andarna had given to Violet calling it a really really dangerous signet. And Xaden told her that she doesn't simply see other people's dreams but that she can "meddle". As untrained as she is , she can still meddle. Berwyn is a fully trained maven. He's been trapping and torturing Xaden in his dreams since Resson, until Xaden finally turned at Basgiath.

Who is to say he wasn't doing the same to Bodhi ? I think Berwyn, cunning as he is knows what Bodhi really wants and where his weaknesses lie because he's been in his head. And thats how he got Bodhi to turn, just like Xaden , doing the wrong thing for the right reason.

On an unrelated but totally related note-

Rebecca was recently asked , in an Onyx Storm event, what each character would order at a bar. She said Xaden would order a Beer. And so Bodhi would also order a beer because HE HAS TO DO WHAT XADEN DOES.

Edit: i found the reel. Watch reel here

Edit 2: Timeline breakdown:

Violet- Imogen - Violet - Xaden chapters and the weather.

Vi's chapter ends with Glane going after Cuir, and that is exactly where Imogen's chapter begins. Imogen's chapter ends with pouring rain and storm and a sky full of wyvern. She goes back inside and her order to every rider around is to come and drop of their alloy hilted daggers so they may extend the wards to Draithus. Next we see Violet, she says the rain turned to hail and then vanishes completely. The sun is out now. When Xaden's onyx storm is spreading he mentions blocking out the afternoon sun, no mention of rain.

Tldr, Xaden and Imogen's chapters do not overlap.

Imogen looks up, Bodhi pulls, Bodhi kills the storm, and at some point after that he passes out , then Xaden unleashes his Onyx Storm

Thats all folks.

[that-tmr-girl]

Shut Up and Take It {Part 2}

The more Newt dominates you in bed, the more you like it.

Dominant Newt, vaginal sex, blow job, fingering, overstimulation, degrading

I woke up feeling half dead that morning. I could still barely even move and had to wear a literal turtleneck because of all the marks he left on me. I had to lean against the wall just to take a shower.

Dominant Newt was nice, but damn, it screwed me up. My legs are still shaky and sore. Even when I was sitting, my body threatened to collapse.

Sitting was better than standing though so I'm thankful for that. I just had to sit there for a while and pretend that this isn't the same plan we’ve had since the beginning. As long as they think I’m listening.

So I sat for most of the day. Then, I went and laid down, where my lover had joined me after.

As if nothing was wrong, he had curled up to my side. With his arms around me, he cuddled me as tightly as he could, kissing my lips every now and then.

Until his lips had moved to my neck.

Closing my eyes, I threw my head back to give him full access. As he bit down and started touching my thighs though, it became clear he wanted more.

“Newt, someone could walk in,”I pointed out, slightly pulling away to look at him.

“No they won't,”He said simply, not a hint of worry on his face as he kept his hands on my thighs. “If you don't want me, just back out now,”He commanded.

“I always want you,”I breathed out.

“Yeah. You’ve made that pretty clear,”He grinned, a devilish glint in his eyes. Biting his lip, he looked me up and down before letting his hands travel up my shirt. Shivering at his cold fingers, I shut my eyes for a moment.

Sneaking his hands higher up, he threw my shirt on the ground just as I opened my eyes. Without stopping, he quickly unhooked my bra, throwing it to the ground as well. Grabbing my hips, he picked me up and put me on my back, making me shriek for a moment. Ignoring my sounds for now, he unbuttoned my jeans before looking at me for permission. The second I nodded he tore them off, my panties following.

“You have to be quiet this time. Understood?”He checked.

“Yes, Newt.”

“Good,”He grinned, placing his hands under my chin. Lifting my head, he admired his marks from a few hours ago, tracing his thumb over them. Shuddering a little at his touch, I grasped the sheets in anticipation, unconsciously rubbing my thighs together as wetness dripped down them. “Someone's already so excited to be used, aren't they?”He smirked.

“Yes.”

“You just have no damn shame when it comes to me, do you?”He practically taunted.

“Never.”

“And you never will,”He chuckled, pulling his hands off of me. Looking at the ceiling, I took a shaky breath of want as I listened to him unzip his jeans, letting them fall to the ground. Risking a glance, I saw him strip his shirt off, leaving him naked. My face flushed at the sight of him, already hard and yearning for me, his eyes filled with lust.

Walking back over, he crawled on top of me, aligning himself with my entrance as I spread my legs wider for him. Looking at me, he silently asked for permission to fuck my brains out, something I eagerly gave to him.

Keeping me silent, he crashed his mouth against mine as he slammed into me. Letting out a noise, I moaned and shrieked against his lips as he pulled out only to shove back in. Grabbing my wrists that were at my sides, he pinned my arms beside my head as he pulled his face away to look at me. Pushing my hips up, I bit my lip as I took him deeper inside of me. Grunting, he carelessly railed me as I tried to keep up with the rough pace. My legs shook as he filled me up, the bed creaking under us. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I already clenched around him. His grip tightened on my wrists as he pulled out and pushed in again. Holding in screams, I threw my head back as I came on his dick. Grunting louder, he pushed into me again, filling me up.

“You still take it so good for someone who could barely walk this morning,”He whispered in my ear.

“I could take you for hours.”

“If you insist,”He said in a dark voice. Pulling out, he stood up before gesturing for me to get in front of him. Trying to ignore the shakiness in my legs, I did as he instructed.

Grabbing me, he turned me around and bent me over the bed. A small shriek of surprise left me as he aligned his dick with my soaked cunt. Biting down on my lip, I balled my hands into fists as he kept pulling out and pushing in. Grabbing my hands, he pinned them down as he fucked me to the point of practically losing my senses. At each thrust, he seemed to be deeper and deeper inside of me. I was basically cross eyed as I released. Pretending not to know, he just kept going, twitching inside of me. Letting out a whimper, I buried my face in the mattress as he exploded inside of me, more of his liquids now dripping down my thighs.

“You said you could take it, but you're always going to make some noise. Aren't you, you slut? You just can't help it,”He whispered in my ear as he pulled out. Turning me around, he shoved me on my knees. Ready for him, I grabbed his dick and started licking his tip. Groaning at the teasing, he wrapped his hands behind my neck and shoved himself all the way down my throat. Gagging on him, I swirled my tongue around, collecting his juices in my mouth. Moaning around him, I looked at him as I took him down my throat. With a dark expression, he thrust his hips, making me choke before humming around him.

“All these times and you still gag,”He said through raspy breaths, throwing his head back as he twitched in my mouth. Humming louder, I sucked on him until he shot his warm seed down my throat. The second he was done he pulled out. “And even with my cock in your mouth, you still make noise,”He tsked, a devilish look on his face as he picked me up and threw me back on the bed. “You like that though, don't you? You like it when my dick’s in your mouth? It makes my whore happy, doesn't it?”

“Yes,”I breathed out as he kissed and sucked on my neck. Closing my eyes, I savored the feeling of his lips until he started squeezing my nipple, making my gaps as my eyes shot open. Taking it even further, he started running his finger between my folds, making me squirm under him.

Sinking his teeth into my neck, he started leaving even more marks as he plunged two of his fingers inside my sensitive pussy, making me throw my head back. Pumping and curling them, he used his thumb to rub circles on my clit as he moved his mouth to my chest, his other hand holding my waist. Biting my lip, I could barely see as dots of pleasure clouded my vision. While increasing his pace he grazed his teeth over my nipple. Throwing my head back, I bit back down on my lip as I tightened around his hand. Moving his mouth to my other nipple, he sucked on my breasts before removing his fingers.

I absolutely whimpered in disappointment until he pushed his hard dick into me, making me moan as I released all over him. Thrusting in and out twice, he held my waist as he climaxed, leaving me a wet and sweaty mess.

Breathing heavily, he groaned before slowly pulling out. As I tried to sit up he quickly pushed me back down.

“Lay here so I can put your clothes on. Then, you're just gonna sleep until dinner, where I’ll see you then. Understood?”

“Understood,”I nodded.

“Good,”He smiled, his eyes soft as he cupped my face and kissed my temple, back to his soft self.

I know the circumstances suck, but I could definitely get used to this. Rough sex and then my soft Newt back? That sounds like the dream.

As long as you forget the nightmare part of it.

[samubytheocean]

Osamu body heat hcs

Osamu radiates so much body heat and he’s kind of self conscious about it, especially in the summer. He hesitates to pull you into his arms, because he himself already is burning. He sweats buckets, and it’s a little different from Atsumu because whereas his twin kind of forgets about the fact that he is drenched with sweat, Osamu will visibly be in a bad mood until he is able to take a shower.

He won’t give you hugs after working out, because he doesn’t want you to get uncomfortable. Doesn’t smell bad, because he’s so up in his head about it and does his best to take care of himself, but definitely thinks that he does. I feel like his big hands will be burning, not very sweaty, pretty dry and rough even, but like searing hot to the point he flinches when he touches your relatively cool skin. Builds the habit of randomly placing his hands on the back of your nape when you have your hair up or something, just to mess with you.

All that being said, you bet he’s the best human heater in the winter. Definitely the type of guy who will kick off the covers at night, unconsciously of course, then proceed to crawl on top of you in his sleep when you whine that it’s literally freezing. Also the type to handle cold really well but does terrible with heat. Doesn’t like his hair sticking to his face with sweat, that’s one of the reasons why he liked volleyball so much, because it’s an indoor sport and there’s always ac on.

He will absolutely drive you insane about how he is so fixed on not wearing a coat or a jacket in the middle of winter. He already has a sweater on, and yes it took much convincing to put that on as well because he claimed that his hoodie would be just enough. Also he would take it off, even in a snowstorm, with just the thinnest shirt underneath, if you said you were cold. Not even trying to be a gentleman for you. Just takes it off and puts it on you, asks you if it smells okay, smirks a little at you blinking at him so puzzled about how the hell is this guy not freezing to death, rubs your cheek and say that the sweater seems a little big on you. and proceeds whatever he was doing, in just a shirt, in the middle of December.

Says it was getting hot anyway in the most dead pan face ever, you can’t tell if he’s being ironic. (He really isn’t, and he’s acting even more satire just to mess with you.) What makes you so messed up is that he does not get sick. In any shape or form, it’s pretty impossible for him to catch a cold. He does get migraines when he’s outside for too long, but pretends to not have them just to prove that he does not need another layer. Menace.

Works well for you in some ways in the summer though. Would refuse to put on clothes in the house. Just boxers, and maybe basketball shorts if you’re begging. Maybe. Would argue that he’s doing you a favor, giving you some smexy show for nothing, and yeah you do appreciate the sculpted back and thigh muscles maxed out now with those delicious little bits of fat on full display, only if he wasn’t a complete jerk with the ac settings.

Yeah definitely seems like the guy to unironically hide the controller and actually sulk when you turn the settings down. (Atsumu comes in again here. Anyone with siblings knows what it’s like with the ac settings. Old habits.) It’s always freezing at your house, especially if you come back from work you swear that he is the main reason for global warming (affectionate). He really does try for you, turning it a little higher few minutes before you get home, but secretly loves the way your small frame scrunches up from the chills and huddles up to him, body sticking to him for some warmth. He has always hated how he radiated so much heat, but with your bickering and cuddles, he’s beginning to think that maybe, it was like that all along for a sweet reason. (he’s annoying but he adores u)