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hiraeth-witch-11 · 8 months ago

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Bond to Happen: Part 15

Trigger Warnings: canon typical violence, magical self harm, technical suicide (feel free to message me for details) Word Count: 3000ish

You call Matt that afternoon. “Do you really think that going to the WBI is a good idea?”

“I think it’s worth the chance, all things considered.”

“And you really think you and Foggy can protect me? At least give me enough time to find a way out if things go bad?”

“I do.”

“Then I’m in. What do I need to do?”

“Paperwork, and a lot of it. Then we go to the WBI, file for a Review of Identification,

submit some of your blood, and a formal reading of your magic.”

“When do we start?”

Matt made room in his schedule so the two of you could begin that evening. It was a lot of paperwork and you were grateful when Foggy came by to help, no questions asked. Much of it had information only you could answer. When your abilities had begun to show up and how they progressed. Family information with as many details about any nonhuman members as possible. Sleeping habits, eating habits, sexual habits, fears, hobbies. Even your favorite color. The more personal things you filled out on your own, but much of it you let Foggy and Matt record in their professional interpretation of your words.

You call Billy before it gets too late. “Hey Bill, would it be okay if I took a few days off? There are a few things I want to get done before I come back to work.”

“Of course, take as much time as you need. My offer still stands, if you want a couple weeks paid time off, it’s yours.”

“Three days should be fine, no longer than a week. I’ll keep you updated in case things change.”

“I’m here if you wanna talk or if you just want some company.”

“Thanks, Billy.”

“Bye, sweetheart.”

You hang up and turn back to Matt who has a strange look on his face.

“What’s that face for, Matt?”

“You and Russo have gotten pretty close.”

“That’s not a question,” you point out.

“He seems… nice.”

“He is. He’s actually a really good guy.”

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you ever think it might be a bit much? The presents, the whole ‘shoulder to cry on’ act, catering to your needs? That inhibitor cuff alone is a pretty big gesture to come from a friend who also happens to be your boss.”

You have to fight the urge to be defensive. “I’ve known him for a while, Matt, it’s not like this all came on overnight.”

“You’re right. You’re right.”

“I’m sensing a ‘but’.”

“Sometimes he just seems off to my senses. Like there’s something I’m missing. I can never catch him in a lie, his heart stays steady all the time. It’s just strange, is all.”

“Maybe you can’t catch him in a lie because he isn’t lying to any of us, Matthew.”

“Maybe, Blue. Just be careful with him?”

“I’m always careful, Matt,” you bristle before softening your tone. “But I’ll keep what you said in mind.”

*********

You wore your most professional outfit that Monday morning as you, Matt, and Foggy went to the WBI New York office. You were grateful that Matt and Foggy never left you alone through the whole process. The investigators took a few samples of your blood and hair, which was the easiest part of all of it. The magic scan was uncomfortable as they asked you to activate your abilities and hold them in that state. You were honest and told them you were magically exhausted. The technician assured you that as long as you could use a small amount of power, the scan would work. It just needed to see what pathways were lighting up and how.

The technology was a beautifully intricate combination of something like an x-ray with complex spells woven into it.

The whole process took the better part of the day and you were dead on your feet when you finally got back to your apartment.

*********

“Russo.”

“Hey, Billy, it’s me. Are you busy?”

“Hey, sweetheart, not at all. How are you doing?”

“Better actually. The cuff has been a lifesaver. I was wondering if you were free to hangout sometime in the next few days? I was thinking of visiting Central Park since I won’t be as overwhelmed anymore and thought maybe you could come with me?”

“I’d love to, are you free tomorrow afternoon?”

“Yup, I’ll just be home relaxing all day.”

“You deserve the rest, sweetheart. I’ll swing by and pick you up at around 3?”

“That works, I’ll see you then.”

“I look forward to it.”

“Me too. Bye, Billy.”

“Bye, sweetheart.”

You smile to yourself as you hang up.

*********

“It’s so nice to be able to enjoy being outside, Billy. You have no idea how loud everything was before the cuff.”

“I’m glad it’s been helpful.” Billy holds out his arm for you to take as you stroll through the busy park. You take it with a little laugh.

“What?” He asks.

“It’s just nice to feel like a real person again.”

“How long has it been that bad?”

“Most of the time I've known you,” you admit.

“Shit, sweetheart. You shoulda said something.”

“I kind of just accepted it. For a while there at least.”

“And now?”

“Now… I’m trying to hope for something better.”

“You deserve the world. One day, someone will give it to you.”

“Maybe. I’m taking baby steps for now. Matt and Foggy are helping me with some witch stuff, I’ll let you know if anything comes of it.”

“Is this walk part of those baby steps?”

“Yup,” you say, popping the ‘p’ as you speak. “Karen says I need to spend more time with people outside of work.”

“And I was the first person on your list. Aw, sweetheart, I’m touched.”

“Don’t let it go to your head.” You roll your eyes at him as he grins at you.

“I’ll do my best.”

“What have I missed over the last couple days? Fill me in on the office gossip.”

“I’m the CEO, I don’t gossip.”

“Of course not.”

“But now that we’re on the topic, I did hear that Anvil has been divided by some strong opinions on the espresso machine.”

“I knew it. Did Josie end up going through with her plan?”

“She did, no one could tell the difference.” Billy continues sharing how everyone reacted once Josie came clean and how it led to a mild prank war the next day. The two of you were laughing and leaning into each other, enjoying the afternoon when the hair on the back of your neck prickled.

“Stop for a second, something feels wrong.” Your words halt Billy’s animated rambling and his expression turns serious. The sun has barely started setting, warm light still breaking through the trees of central park. There are few things that should be able to penetrate the protection of the cuff. The first and only one you think of in that moment, is if your life is in immediate danger.

“I thought you were wearing your cuff?” He looks down at your wrist and you shake your head.

“I am, I don’t know what it is.” You pull off your cuff to try and get a feel for what’s setting the hairs on the back of your neck on end.

“What do you see?” He asks, leaning down to look into your eyes.

“I can’t see anything, but I have a bad feeling, Billy.” It’s pure instinct, something deep in your gut urging you to run.

“Let’s get back home. You stay right next to me. Got it, sweetheart?” His words leave no room for argument and you nod your understanding. He takes your hand in his, keeping his free hand near his hip, where his gun is. You are almost out of the park, you had mostly stayed on the outskirts anyway. You can just barely see the street when a jolt of fear runs up your spine, telling you to hit the ground. With an unnatural burst of strength, you jerk Billy towards you, dropping to the ground as a gunshot pierces the air, the bullet flying right through the spot the two of you had been.

“Stay low, move behind those trees-”

“There’s more than one, others on the ground around us,” you tell him as your Sight flickers in and out. Billy nodded, pulling out his gun. He didn’t seem rattled at all. He was focused, with a terrifying lethal look on his face. You were glad it wasn’t directed at you.

“Go to those trees and hide, text Frank, but stay very quiet and do not move. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” you say and make a low dash for a thick pocket of trees with enough bushes around the base that you would be out of sight. By the time you could peek between branches, Billy had already disappeared. You shoot off a quick text to Frank, including your live location and switching your phone to silent.

We are being attacked, multiple armed assailants, Central Park.

Then you stick your phone firmly into the waistband of your jeans, under your shirt and jacket so you don’t lose it in case of a struggle. It is eerily quiet for only a few moments, but those moments seem to drag on for an eternity. Your breath sounds as loud as thunder to your own ears and you work on slowing your racing heart. Your Sight is erratic, like a TV with a bad signal, only blurry images are coming through and so much of them are filled with blood.

The sound of gun fire ruins any hope you have of calming yourself and now all you can think about is Billy. You can’t see him, in any way, you can’t feel his aura. You can’t hear him, only the occasional unrecognizable yell or grunt mixed in with so many gunshots. In hindsight, you were a little too focused on what might be happening with Billy and not worried enough about your own surroundings. With your Sight, no one with the intent to harm you should have been able to get so close without you noticing.

You guess you have to accept that your Sight is officially broken when you notice the masked man creeping towards you, not even a dozen paces away. He sees you, you know he does when your eyes lock. You move to run, blood rushing through your ears in a feeling so strangely reminiscent of the ocean. Your panic is all consuming. You are weak. Alone. Unarmed. Sightless. Likely magicless. With no self defense training. All you could do was run, and even that wasn’t enough. The man caught you in seconds, tackling you to the ground as you let out a scream. Your attacker wrenches you onto your back and grips your face.

“What’s your name?” He yells. You shake your head, mouth frozen in fear. He doesn’t like that. The man backhands you causing your head to jerk sharply to the left as you see stars, bright blotches of light to contrast with the dark tinge to the edge of your vision. He jerks your head so you face him again, this time, he presses a knife to your neck. You can’t see it, but you can feel it as it shallowly cuts the vulnerable skin of your throat.

“Your name! Tell me your name!” He demands, spittle flying. You give your legal name carefully and it seems to be what he wants to hear as he drags you upright, keeping the knife close to your neck as you stand. He pulls your back to his chest, free arm pinning you as the other shoves the knife until it connects with skin. You don’t think he intends to kill you in this moment. But he isn’t being very careful with the blade and you’ve been cut twice now. You can feel the blood oozing down your throat.

“RUSSO!” He roars. The only thing keeping you from flinching at the sound is that sharp knife.

“Let her go, Mills.” You can’t see him, but you recognize Billy's voice. You’re relieved that he’s still alive. You knew he was capable, likely as capable as Frank when he acted as the Punisher, but you’d never seen him in action before.

“Drop your weapons first,” your captor orders.

“You know you aren’t making it out of here, Alex. Your team is dead. You only have two options, kill her or let her go. You’re gonna die either way. You just get to pick how quick it is.” There’s a quality to Billy’s voice that you have never heard before. Not when he argued with Frank, not when he yelled at his team for messing up, not when he was trying to scare new recruits. It held his usual confidence, but where he usually sounded playful, now he sounded like a predator toying with his food. Confidence, amusement, anger, murderous intent. A combination you had never expected to hear from the man you knew.

Billy slowly moves into your view. You admit, your vision is still a bit blurry, but you swear his eyes are completely black, the color spreading into the white of his eye. He’s holding a gun, different from what you originally saw him with, and it’s aimed carefully towards your attacker- and you, given the position you are in.

Two bangs go through the air and Billy lets out an animalistic snarl of pain as he drops to his knee, trying to see where the shots came from. You struggle as you see blood pooling from his stomach. He moves to stand, to at least aim his gun at the new enemy before they can shoot again. He isn’t fast enough. Another bang and his right shoulder jerked back.

“Not the whole team, Russo. Guess that cozy desk job made you sloppy,” a feminine voice calls out. “Don’t worry, your pretty little pet witch will live. The Boss wants her unharmed, for now at least. You know how he gets. Go ahead and say goodbye before I put you down.”

Time seems to slow to a halt and you are hyper aware of the blood on your skin, the knife at your throat, the throbbing of your cheek. Billy is going to die if you don’t do something. You are going to be abducted and Billy will be dead.

You refuse to lose him. So you end up doing something positively insane. Something that will kill you. Better to use your death to save someone you love, than live with his death. Your magic reserves are low like usual. Not enough to help in this situation. You need another source of life, another aura that is easily accessible in this moment. The man holding you has no exposed skin for you to grab, and even if he did, you quite literally are not strong enough to pull from his aura forcefully. It’s an unfamiliar practice with an unfamiliar aura. No, your would-be abductors are not an option. You need an aura you are intimately familiar with, one you use and manipulate on a daily basis.

Blood magic is illegal, and energy cannibalization is used only by the most desperate, inane witches. Well, you never claimed to be smart. In this moment, this heartbeat drawn on into a thousand, you’ve made your decision. You slowly press into the knife, quickening your blood loss without killing yourself immediately, and you draw on the power of your own life. As soon as the connection via blood is made, you force your magic to draw from your own life force. Electricity runs through your skin and you’ve never felt more powerful. A bright flame that will burn out quickly, so you need to be precise.

A touch of magic to heat the handle of the blade, swiftly catching it as the man holding you drops the weapon in pain. You pull the bangle off your wrist to reduce the block on your energy. You throw a wall of energy in front of Billy, protecting him from any attacks as you whirl around and slash the throat of the man who held you. The knife is light in your hand, the spray of blood warm on your face, the feeling of ending a life a twist in your skull. The woman has opened fire on you, but your magic pushes it off course as you charge her. She meets the same fate as her comrade. You force your Sight to work, checking for immediate threats, before turning to Billy, dropping the wall of energy. You can’t hear his words. You don’t have time to listen anyway. Your heart rate is already dropping. Your hands grasp his shoulder and stomach. You don’t hear the hiss of pain, but you register the movement and order him to stay still. The voice that comes out of your mouth is not your own. It’s empty, emotionless, overlapping in echoes upon itself. The shot to his stomach has done significant damage. Your magic pulls out the bullet and prevents more blood from escaping his body. You are running out of energy, so you take your stolen knife, coated in the blood of your enemies, and drag it against your inner forearm. A movement swift and precise, intended to draw blood, but not deep enough to kill. Your Anima Viverra will kill you soon enough, no need to make it any messier. With the final draw of life from your blood, you place your hands over Billy’s stomach wounds and force every last drop of magic you have into them.

You don’t hear his words. You don’t feel his hands as they try to stop you. As they try to stop the flow of blood from your skin. As they beg you to stop, to focus on him.

The once fatal, toxin filled wounds are now mostly healed. Satisfied with your work, you allow the exhaustion to consume you as your body tries and fails to heal itself. Then you die. ------------- I don't have it in me to keep up with a tag list right now. Thank you for your interest and support.

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ireceived-p8250000 · 7 months ago

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April 13-19, 2014

Sunday, Dom, Walt, and I went jogging in the morning. Later, I went to Azotea Greens to study. In the afternoon, I moved to Patch Cafe and met Mansoor to study together. I also called up Hollmae, and we studied together, though their problem was that they had to redo their experiment since it was currently incomplete.

From Monday to Wednesday, we did the reporting and submitted our write-ups.

Finally, I feel like my soul has left my body; it's finished. I took a risk Tuesday night and dragged my mattress up to the rooftop to sleep there. The weather was warm anyway, and I woke up feeling fine.

I invited Mansoor to sleep over at my house. Roxanne went to her friend's, so we had the house to ourselves.

We decided to go to Quezon City to visit the bookstore at Diliman, then head to Makati and BGC for two days. We will book a really cheap hotel and share a bed. I trust him, so it's fine.

On Wednesday, we went drinking at a bar. Dom taught me how to play pool, and it was a good time.

Wednesday night, we had a movie marathon watching "Invention of Lying," "The Internship," "Source Code," and "City of Angels." I think we stayed up really late into the morning.

During one of the movies, which featured Led Zeppelin, we made out. We were kissing passionately and intensely.

He was breathing heavily, much like when Sir Apollo kissed me. I figured he was turned on.

We talked about sex and if we were both ready. He said he was curious about it but felt a bit nervous. We kissed each other's necks and explored each other's bodies, even though we were still wearing just a t-shirt and jogging pants.

"You can touch my breasts," I told him. His hand was shaking.

"This isn't my first time though, I've touched a breast before but for scientific and academic studies."

I laughed at it and asked more. He touched my left breast.

"They're so soft." He said.

He squeezed it another time and I let out a bit of a moan. It felt good. He was a bit worried that he might had hurt me but I didn't speak. I was wearing my sports bra but the sensation from his hands still made me tingle.

I kissed him and he continued to press it but he was doing quite in a scattered motion. It's not harmonious.

"Ow, ow!" I got hurt a bit.

"I'm sorry!"

He massaged it slowly, and it was starting to feel good. I feel myself getting wet.

"That felt good," he said. We kissed with our tongues twirling, saliva trickling until he his lips latched on my neck and sucking it. His hand still attached to my breast. It was getting heated that he lied on top of me. I was also starting to lose control and being taken away from the motions and emotions. I can feel his boner on my pubic bone as our kiss has been heavy.

He latched away, "I love you." He said.

"I love you, too." I said and we continued kissing.

When he started to lift the hem of my shirt, something in my brain clicked and stopped his hand from going further.

"Huwag, ganyan lang."

He breathed and just laid on top of me. "Sorry," he breathed.

We just laughed at it and slept it off. We woke up a bit late already.

We just cooked inside and ate in the sala.

My parents were coming home, so Mansoor went home ahead. I thought that maybe it was time to introduce him to my parents and me to his. He was happy about that. I’m going to tell my parents about it. He said I can go to their house on Saturday.

My parents arrived in the evening, and I told them about him and asked if they wanted to meet. They agreed and were glad since I had received another certificate and medal.

I didn’t know, but I think Mom was kind of sad. My sister got pregnant at 19 and got married on the day she turned 20. I’m turning 20 this year, so there's that fear in her.

Later that night, my mom talked to me about it. She was kind of crying. I assured her that Mansoor was a different person. He, too, had goals, and so did I.

Friday night, I went out with Hollmae. I had my laptop upgraded, and she helped me shop for new clothes for summer and things I needed for my Vietnam trip.

We ate out at Cafe by the Ruins, which wasn’t great, actually.

We just talked about stuff and about this guy she was seeing. She asked me about sex, and, well, I said I hadn’t done it yet.

It was raining very hard.

At home, Roxanne and Dad seemed to be arguing. I told Roxanne to make peace with Dad since he was older.

Saturday, I went to Mansoor’s home. He introduced me to his family. I was initially nerve-wracked, but it turned out they were just like my parents. They welcomed me. In the afternoon, Mansoor dropped me off, and now it was time I introduced him to my family.

I warned my boyfriend about my parents' quirks. He didn’t mind at all. Dad was a bit engaging, talking to him. When my dad talks to a stranger, his eyes light up. I’m glad that Mansoor was big on family orientation, so it wasn’t much of a problem.

We went out a bit and I dragged Roxanne with me.

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years ago

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You and Charles letting toddler Herve who just started walking explore the empty house you guys just bought

"Do you have the keys?", Charles asked as he stopped the car in front of the new house you had bought, earning a nod from you before he exited the car, opening the door to get his son out of his carseat as he then helped him to the ground, "this, mon ange, is our new house!", Charles announced as he walked up the step while you had the door already unlocked, "you can explore if you want to", he said as he forwarded him, his unsure expression reflecting his unsure feelings, prompting him to remain close to you and Charles, his other hand stretching to meet one of yours so he was holding both of his parents' hands as he walked into the unknown building. The house was bare other than most of the electronic appliances and a few lamps, ready for you to move everything from the old house into the new one and add a few more decoration bits, Hervé finally letting go of your hands as he looked at the island, "yes, are you excited to bake some cookies here with mama?", you asked and that seemed to bring a small smile to his face as the furrowed brows insisted on staying. Charles nodded his head to the stairs, waiting patiently as Hervé managed to climb up the steps until they reached the room destined to be his bedroom, "and this is where you'll be sleeping, it's your bedroom", he announced, the little boy letting go of your hand as he explored the room, the sunlight coming through the window in the late afternoon casting a beautiful colour on the walls as your son made his way into the corridor, now feeling a lot more confident in the new environment and ready to explore.

"I can't wait until we officially move here", you said to your husband, "me neither, I can't wait to make new memories, especially with that little monkey", you said as you noth watched over Hervé, your son now exploring the garden while you and Charles sat in some outside furniture you had already moved to the new place, "I hope this can be our forever home, you know", Charles began, "raising all the kids here, having family and friends over, grow old, grey and wrinkly here", he mused as he laced his fingers on yours, "kids?", you tempted, smirking, "Hervé is such an amazing boy, we seem to create a good combination so I think we should have a few more", he said as he kissed your neck soflty, "hmm, I'll think on your case", you said as you saw your toddler approach, flowers in his hand that, although a little bit matted already, he offered you with the biggest smile on his face, resembling his father's in an uncanny way, "Are these for me, mon petit?", you asked and he nodded, "hmmm, they smell so good, merci", you said after selling them, setting them aside so you could pick him up and sit in between you and Charles, "I see you are already exploring the new house, you even found some flowers in the garden!", Charles tickled him, the most delicious sound ringing in your ears as you looked at your boys.

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lokiskitten · 3 years ago

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hiii can you please do tom as dad's best friend/co-worker where they finally meet each other in her dad's office? and that y/n dad have to take an urgen flight trip thats why he needed tom to look after y/n for a couple of days. lots of sexual tension and dirty talk! (also age gap if that's alright with you?) 😌 make it real smutty and kinky u know the drill :) ty!!

Tom Hiddleston | unique babysitter

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : being a single father, your dad has no choice but to leave you at home with a friend after he has been called for an urgent business travel. Surprisingly enough, you manage to end up enjoying Tom’s exhilarating company.

warnings : smut, age gap, dirty talking, slight dub/con, virgin!reader, innocence kink, dry humping, unprotected sex, slight after care and cuddling.

Around a week ago, your dad had finally agreed to take you to his office in order for you to discover his job. You had never really understood the way he made a living, and it had therefore been the occasion for you to get to learn more about his work whilst earning the chance to spend some extra time with him. Ever since your mom had left, you had allowed yourself to drift away from your father- an unwilling habit which had brought harm to the two of you throughout the years. But now was your chance to do better by supporting the older man through his daily life and by letting him know that he was not alone. Though, your little trip to his office had allowed you to meet with one of his closest coworkers : a so called Tom Hiddleston.

The man worked at the desk next to your dad’s, which allowed you to get a good view of his friend whilst they both worked. The room remained silent- the sounds of the keyboards being put to good use offering a pretty symphony. Your orbs would sometimes divert towards the infamous older man, feeling your cheeks heat up whenever his blue eyes would take notice of your stares and look up at you- leading your embarrassed self to look away. From the corner of your eyes, you could tell that this gesture had amused him due to the way his lips seemed to curl up whilst his chest bobbed upwards gently. Your hands fidgeted together, this little game lasting through the entire afternoon until it was finally time for you and your father to go home. But even after disappearing from one another’s sight, none of you appeared to forget about the other.

The next day, your dad had announced to you that he would be forced to leave for a couple of days due to an important business offer he simply couldn’t push away. At first, you felt okay with it... until this one added up that his coworker and friend, Tom, would be in charge of taking care of you for the few upcoming days. This stroke anxiety within your heart. The man you had desperately stared at for hours yesterday would now be assigned as your babysitter? The thought of getting to spend time alone with him was surely exciting, but also intimidating. Therefore, you decided to use arguments in order to dodge your father’s announcement, and potentially call off this whole babysitter issue which you believed was unnecessary for a girl such as you.

The first argument you decide to pull up was the fact that you were eighteen, and therefore not in need of a babysitter anymore. You could take care of yourself, which you did whenever your father was at work. But to the older man, this wasn’t the issue. He felt pleased to remind you what had happened the last time he had trusted you to be alone for a couple of days, and you had no choice but to remain silent face to his prominent argument, and your lack of snap back. Even though you could’ve probably explained that this event took place a couple of years back, and that you were now a legal adult to society, you decided to submit to your father’s announcement and decision.

Coming back to the present, you were currently sat in the living room whilst waiting for Tom to arrive. Your father had left a couple of minutes ago already, as he didn’t wish to miss his plane due to his coworker being late- who he trusted in taking good care of you. But little did he know, the older man would do much more than simply cook dinner for the two of you before tucking you in for a good night of sleep. When the bell finally rang, your head diverted towards the door in a hurry before your whole silhouette made an effort to get up from the sofa in order to reach for the entry of your home. Nervously, your hand took ahold of the handle before twisting it and allowing the door to open, revealing your dad’s smily coworker. “Good evening, Princess. I’m sorry I’m late.” He affirmed as your eyes slowly slid down towards the postman bag he carried on his right shoulder.

Face to your prolonged silence, he decided to step in one more time. “May I come in?” Tom asked, hoping that this sentence would manage to pull you out of your thoughts. And it did. “Oh yes, sure. I’m sorry...” You responded, an awkward chuckle escaping your lips as you moved to the side in order to let the older man step inside of your house. As soon as Tom laid a foot of onto the floor of your home, you felt a rather uncomfortable sensation take over your organism. It was a mix of excitement- that due to his handsomeness and attractive aura- and anxiety. A single pressure applied on the door was enough to have it close, trapping the two of you inside of the construction. And from that point, things progressively started to get more risky.

If Tom had agreed to sit down at the living room’s table to work at first, he soon caught interest in your silhouette and the things your curves could potentially offer him. During the first evening you spent together, things remained rather quiet and calm. All he did was look at you from the corner of his eye once in a while, and so did you whenever you felt like allowing your hormones to win over your good sense. You had been the one to cook dinner, and the older man hadn’t stopped praising the meal you had taken time to prepare whilst he worked. You got the chance to listen to a few of his personal informations- such as his nice lifestyle as a single man who enjoyed cooking for himself, as a hobby. Tom even promised to be the chief tomorrow evening, a bargain which led you to feel more comfortable in his presence.

The next day was when you finally started to feel more comfortable about your father’s coworker living in your house. You didn’t get to see him during the day due to college, but coming back in the evening knowing you would be able to spend time with the older man never failed to make you feel excited. Tom had progressively let go of his work, claiming he had taken a one week remunerated break in order to spend some extra time with you. The days went along, and you found yourself skipping class as well to attend the man’s offers about going out to various places. Calling your dad to check up on him wasn’t a priority anymore, which easily led you to bump into multiple missed calls when you finally made your way back up to your room after spending a day with his friend.

On this delightful Friday evening, you had been given the honor to taste Tom’s most famous recipe : bolognese. The dinner went on wonderfully, and you soon found yourself bloated with sauce and pasta- a visual proof that you had indeed enjoyed the meal he had prepared. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin, Tom’s blue orbs stared at your exhausted self who still tried to recover from the amount of food you had previously ingested. It had exhaust you. “I guess I won’t be asking you how it went, seeing the emptiness of your plate.” He affirmed with a chuckle before reaching out for both of your stained yet empty plates in order to carry them until the sink. Shifting in your seat, you allowed your vision to divert away from your guest for a moment- which Tom didn’t fail to notice.

With a smirk appearing on the corner of his lips, the man proceeded to rest the plates down on the workspace before silently making his way back to you, sitting down in the chair which was positioned next to yours before leaning in and allowing his lips to collide with your neck. You obviously reacted face to this unexpected sensation, body shaking just so slightly as you tiredly leant backwards in order to break the contact. “What? What are you doing?” You asked awkwardly, earning an amused smile from the older man. His hand travelled up to your hair, blue orbs following his own gesture as he brushed a strand behind your ear. “Just treating you the way you deserve. You’re a grown woman after all, aren’t you? And adults communicate with one another.” He purred seductively, those few words sending chills down your spine.

“So I’m letting you know... I want you.” He finished, hand still toying with your hair as both your heart and mind fell apart on the instant. Had you heard that right? Was your father’s friend truly offering you to hookup under his coworker’s own roof- a man who had given him his trust to look after his only daughter? But the will to rebel and prove to the world that you weren’t a child anymore turned out to be stronger then your good sense and the respect you held for your dad. Your cheeks heated up as you made eye contact with Tom again, a welcoming smile appearing his lips which led you to fall for him even more. “Okay...” you responded to his previous statement in an awkward manner, leading the adult’s smile to intensify. “Okay.” He repeated happily, hand sliding down to your thigh in order to take ahold of yours.

Tom easily managed to get you to stand up, leading you out of the kitchen and upstairs as his thumb gently rubbed against the back of your hand. Again, you felt excited yet anxious- still questioning whether yes or not you should give in his certainly appetizing offer. But before you knew it, the older man had managed to reach your father’s room- the room Tom had been occupying throughout the journey- which possessed a bigger bed for the two of you to enjoy. His first reflex was to turn on the lights before closing the door, those two gestures requiring for him to let go of your hand which allowed you to move closer to the bed without his help. “Ever done this before?” Tom asked empathetically as his silhouette turned towards yours, both his hands resting on his hips as if he was trying to contain certain pulsions.

Even if you felt ashamed of the answer you were about to give, you still trusted the man enough not to make fun of you nor make any degrading remarks about your sexual life. “Not really.” You answered as he moved closer to you, head bowed down to be able to make proper eye contact. “That’s okay.” He reassured, his hand moving up to your shoulder which he squeezed gently. “I’ll make sure to take good care of you.” Finished the male, his fingers now taking ahold of your chin only to lead your head to look up. Your lips aligned with his, his head slowly moving down towards yours until your closed mouths finally pressed against one another. This was the chastest kiss anyone had ever given you- which reinforced the feeling of safety you felt whenever it came to Tom. Though he quickly ended up softly breaking the contact in order to make sure you were okay.

You silently sucked in your bottom lip, as if you wanted to get some extra taste of his lips even after he had decided to break the kiss. Allowing your lower piece of rosy flesh to go, your orbs finally diverted upwards in order to make eye contact with the man who had just filled you with bliss. “I liked this.” You admitted, earning a smile from your partner. His hands travelled up to the first button of his shirt, progressively undoing the links until his bellybutton and abdominals were revealed to your innocent sight. Those assets made you shiver, and Tom could easily tell that you were too shy to step forward and lay your pretty hands onto his flesh. Smirking, the man dodged your silhouette in order to reach for the bed, removing his shirt through the process before allowing it to drop to the floor.

You watched silently as he sat down on the edge of the furniture, inviting you to take place beside him by laying gentle taps on the spot next to his thigh. Your submitted self obeyed, feet leading you towards your master until you finally took place beside him. “You’re such an obedient girl.” Tom praised, seemingly enjoying the way you agreed to follow all of his commands. An intimidated chuckle escaped your lips as his hand once again traveled up to your face, caressing your facial features and brushing your hair back in the loveliest manner. You couldn’t help but stare at his crouched abdominals, the way his skin formed muscular rolls for you to appreciate and praise. After all, it was the first time you ever saw a grown man bare chested in such an intimate situation.

“You want to remove a couple of layers? It’s the least we could do.” Tom offered gently, making sure to use the proper tone in order not to scare you off- and mostly in order to lead you to accept his proposition. Again, you agreed, standing up from the bed before removing your sweatshirt by pulling it over your head. Your bare breasts were revealed to his sight, though his blue orbs remained mainly focused on the skin of your waist and stomach. He found the bellybutton and stomach as a very attractive part of the female anatomy, and couldn’t potentially get enough of staring at this area of your body. Of course the grown man also felt grateful to be able to get a peak of your breasts- which he would make sure to cherish and praise later on.

His hands bluntly moved up to your waist as you took place between his legs, blue orbs still looking up at you before Tom allowed himself to lay a kiss onto your stomach. You abdominals contracted due to the small tingle you felt within you skin as the older man now took care of laying trails of gentle kisses down your belly. Looking down at him, you allowed your digits to travel up to his perfectly groomed hair before passing your fingers through the strands, messing up his mane in the softest manner. You were able to feel his lips perk upwards, indicating that your gestures were visibly making him smile. It reassured you to be aware of such a positive reaction.

After reaching the waistband of your joggers, Tom stopped himself through his track in order to take another look at your facial features- which in his humble opinion were perfect. Besides, spending time with someone who was younger than him somewhat sent the man back to his youthful days as well; which provided Tom a very blissful feeling. Without breaking eye contact, he began to unbuckle his belt before undoing the button of his jeans without even taking care of sliding the leather material out of the confines of his pants. Though he unfortunately found himself forced to look away after struggling to undo his button, your orbs still staring down towards his veiny hands which worked hard to reach their goal.

Once this step was finally over with, Tom placed a hand on your hip in order to gently move you backwards so that he could stand up from the bed. You could tell by his frustrated appearance that he seemingly couldn’t wait to end up in bed and fully naked with you. Though he always kept a reassuring smile on his face, even whilst pulling his jeans down to his ankle before stepping out of the piece of clothing. The grown man now stood in his briefs, feeling no form of shame nor embarrassment face to your younger self. Besides, there simply was nothing he could’ve potentially feel ashamed of. His body was perfect. A chuckle escaped his lips upon witnessing how clueless you appeared, a sight which could only make him feel more confident through the overall process.

“Well, kitten... there’s nothing you should be ashamed of. Real men are nothing like the boys you see at school.” He insisted, referring to how male teenagers often found many reasons to criticize the female anatomy and make young girls feel insecure. And his tone sounded extremely genuine- which was what led you to finally unleash your silhouette from all these pieces of clothings. You nodded silently, hands moving down to the waistband of your joggers before you slid the material down to your ankles. Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, you proceeded to remove the cloth from your ankles, now revealing your underwear to a rather eager Tom.

He jumped on this handy occasion to gracefully climb on the bed and lay down on the spot where he usually slept, waiting for you to be done and hand out the green flag like the gentleman that he is. Looking back at him, you once again felt your cheeks heat up due to crossing another line of the process. He smiled. “Don’t be shy. I want you.” Tom begged, arm extending towards your chest as an invitation for you to get closer- which you did. Now laying down next to each other, your hands rested against his chest as your bodies faced one another, feeling the warmth which emitted from his skin. He looked down at you, head leaning down and once again seeking for your lips before he was finally able to press them against yours.

You kissed back, now feeling more comfortable as his arms wrapped around your back in order to gently get himself on top of your body. You were consensually overcome by his much larger silhouette, one of your hands moving up to his shoulders as you carried on giving back what the man was generously offering you. As soon as grunts and low moans began to escape his lips, you could tell that things were about to move faster from this moment- legs spreading a little bit wider as you allowed the man to grind his hips against yours. You were able to feel his hardening member collide with and rub against your own clothed genitals- movements which soon led your entrance to leak juices and stains your panties.

“Look at you..” Tom began, breaking the kiss for a few seconds in order to catch his breath and finish his sentence. He was panting. “Legs already spread wide open for me.” The man stated, speaking nothing but obvious facts. You blushed. No one had ever spoken to you in such a way, and especially not on that specific tone which turned out to be quite exhilarating. Now moving his head down against the crook of your neck, you were able to feel warmth take over both your chest and crotch due to Tom still grinding his hips against yours. The movements stimulated your clit, sending chills down your spine and leading more love juice to leak out of your throbbing core. And even if the older man appeared more eager about the situation when it came to visuals, your soul was definitely suffocating with pleasure even if you remained slightly motionless and silent.

Sitting up on his knees, a smirking Tom made eye contact with you as he allowed himself to slide off your panties; taking them off your legs before carelessly dropping them to the side. Such a small piece of clothing certainly wouldn’t be a bother through your shared intercourse, which was the reason to why he decided not to pay much attention to where it landed. Besides, your father’s coworker felt too excited about what was to come to even care about such an irrelevant detail. You were panting, still trying to recover from this first contact which had left you damaged with pleasure and excitement. Though, little did you know, the real fun was only about to begin.

“My pretty girl’s got a pretty little cunt.” He praised, his fingers sticking together as he brought his hand down between your legs. You shivered, sucking in your bottom lip in anticipation to his upcoming touch. It would be the first time you would get touched by a man, by someone else than your own self. A part of you wondered how it was going to feel, though the second one couldn’t help but grow anxious and worried. However, before you could even think any further, you felt Tom’s fingertips collide with your sensitive core- sending chills down your spine and easily leading your hole to squeeze and contract. He chuckled, appreciating his good work and feeling satisfied about the way he managed to make you feel. Though, it wasn’t like Tom had ever disappointed a woman in bed before.

One of the older man’s hands landed beside your face, Tom holding himself up with the help of his left arm whilst his other hand took care of pleasing your core. His fingertips rubbed up and down your clit, sometimes pinching the hardened bud and manhandling it perfectly. His aim was to get your entrance to loosen up for him; and that especially after he took notice that you were a virgin. Tom wanted this intercourse to be pleasing for you too, and he was willing to use any tactic in order to help you to relax. His lips landed against yours again, trapping your moan within his cavity and pushing it back inside of your mouth with the help of his tongue penetrating your moist entry.

Once your moans began to get progressively higher pitched, Tom felt like it was now the right time to initiate you to the pleasures he was certainly going to provide you. Taking his soaked fingertips up to his lips, he allowed his tongue to taste the sweet juices before both his hands took ahold of the waistband of his briefs which was soon to be slid down to his mid thighs. You didn’t dare to look, eyes still staring at the ceiling until your view was blocked by your partner’s facial features. He smiled and you smiled back. “Well hello.” Teased the older man, a few words which easily led you to chuckle. In the position you two had adopted, you were able to feel his rocking hard shaft press against your clit- a sensation that didn’t fail to make you feel nervous.

“You ready, Princess?” Questioned your dad’s coworker, your legs immediately spreading a tad wider upon hearing those few words. Another kiss was laid on your lips, probably in order to distract you from the slight pain which was about to follow. And before you could know it, a warm mass was pressed against your cavity, soon penetrating your entrance and pushing past your hymen that broke on the instant. A high pitched groan escaped your lips which led Tom to intensify the kiss, his hips jumping on the occasion to move closer to yours until his cock had reached balls deep. Slowly pulling away from your face, his ocean blue orbs made eye contact with yours, analyzing your facial features in order to find out whether you were truly suffering or not.

“This is just temporary.” Promised the man, your entrance unwillingly clenching around his shaft which led him to let out a guttural moan. Taking his attention off you for a minute, Tom’s face looked down at your rubbing crotches- as if he wanted to make sure he was properly inside- before his head tilted upwards again. Noticing how you now appeared more relaxed, he was soon to begin the thrusting process- slow movements at first which progressively increased in pace with time. The friction created by the intercourse felt absolutely blissful- filling your soul with excitement and leading your heart to race. You were able to feel the muscle pump blood through your entire system as Tom continued to grind his hips against yours, happy grunts escaping his lips.

Both his arms slid underneath your shoulders, taking ahold of them in order to keep you more still through the pleasant process- and make it easier for him to thrust. Tom felt entirely satisfied with the situation that had taken place- taking notice of how you appeared to enjoy it too which could only make his member throb out of pleasure. Though his masculine ego still pushed him to check in order to receive a verbal confirmation. “You enjoyin’ this?” The man asked breathlessly, earning a single moan and nod from your exhilarated self. The man then proceeded to unexpectedly pull out, offering you no time to understand before you were flipped over onto your stomach. This once his hands landed on your bum, spreading your cheeks apart and admiring the way your entrance leaked with love juice. It looked extremely welcoming, and Tom was soon to step inside of your intimate home for the second time.

Feeling his cock penetrate you again brushed all of your worries away, eyelids shutting close as you began to be rocked back and forth against the bedsheets. Even without being able to see his face, you still managed to enjoy everything that Tom was providing you with on the instant. You could feel his pubic bone collide with your skin of your bum, your nipples perking up against the confines of the bedsheets. “Fuck baby.. So tight and juicy for me.” He praised, leaning down in order to offer your neck rough kisses and gentle bites. You moaned tiredly, rubbing your cheek against his like a cat would do against his owner’s legs. He had managed to take possession of your soul, and there was now only one way out.

Time passed, and Tom’s thrusts progressively began to grow sloppier. Being inexperienced, you couldn’t exactly tell that this indicated he was about to reach his high, though the way he appeared more tired and less energetic than before certainly gave you a clue regarding his state. Frowning out of exhaussement, the grown man was finally filled with temporary satisfaction upon sensing his shaft throb and pump semen out of his testicles in order to have the liquid spray out of his sensitive urethra. His semence stained your walls, giving no chance to the flesh of your cervix which was drowned in the thick liquid. You two moaned in harmony- this warm sensation providing you with one last bit of pleasure before your dad’s coworker agreed to pull out of you.

He collapsed on the bedsheets next to you, hand resting on his chest as he panted in order to recover from this intense moment. With the bit of energy that you had left, you managed to crawl until his silhouette in order to offer him a well needed hug, your arms burying against his ribcage as Tom was soon to turn to his side and secure your naked self with his large and muscular members. Feeling the warmth of his flesh in a whole other way still felt as satisfying as before, this cuddle providing you with as much happiness and bliss than the previous intercourse had.

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pyonyonmomo · 3 years ago

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My heart will go on ~ ❦

Part 1

꧁ Synopsis: Wataru and Reader play the main characters in the theater club's Romance play, which will be shown after dusk at Yumenosakis theater. How would the reader respond to the play's kiss scene given that the person they will kiss is none other than their long-time love interest Wataru? ꧂

♬ ♬ ♬ ♬ ♬ ♬ ♬ ♬~

Yumenosaki Academy is experiencing a sunny, warm and peaceful afternoon. Students are free to do anything they like at this time. Whether to use their time to practice with their units, set aside time for studying, or even sleep. The majority of students' favorite time of day is undoubtedly the afternoon.

"Please make it please make it ! ", All you could think about was getting the last paperwork in so the student council could approve letting the theater club's play be shown to the public rather than just letting it be seen by the students. You appreciate the fact that Eichi had extended the deadline for the final documents to be turned in today by you, but because of your classes and the fact that you kind of over slept in your supposed 10-minute sleep. You're beginning to wonder if you'll ever be able to make it. Even with a longer deadline, who knows what would happen if you were to be late. That would be rude and embarrassing. You continue to run, passing by students, maybe tripping on a few stuff and even receiving a warning from a teacher to stop running. But it cannot be done now.

As you entered the student council room, Keito and Eichi, who were busy working on a few tasks, were startled by your sudden appearance. "I-I’m sorry for not knocking - but I've brought the documents for the theater club's public play! " you held out the folder containing the documents, peaking at the clock to check the time. “phew , I made it just in time“ , you thought to yourself. Eichi chuckles and grabs the folder from your hands , scanning it a bit page by page. "It seems you went through a lot in order to finish these documents, thank you for being punctual enough to submit these on time. Usually other students would make us wait for minutes , even hours. Its a pain we go through , we , the student council , are constantly busy after all". Hearing those statements made you wonder if the extended deadline bothered them too. He passes the folder to Keito, who appears almost certain to collapse if another document is handed to him for him to review. "How's the play going? The theater club has been so secretive about its theme that Wataru has even kept it a secret from me; normally, he would tell me everything that happens in his club if I were to ask, but not this time," he inquires, keenly interested in their progress.

>> The theater club's poster promoting the play declares that "it's a show worth watching" People are unlikely to be interested in a play if the concept is not revealed, yet Wataru has earned a reputation for producing and performing in plays that shock the audience. People would still attend even if that was the only thing on the poster. This is Hibiki Wataru for you! <<

you explain to Eichi that everything has been going smoothly with their play, Not revealing anymore of its plans. Everyone in the theater club as well as other clubs affiliated with the performance has been working extremely hard , from the props to the costumes , even the lines are worth to listen to. Adding to your statement, the reason why Wataru, the club president of the theater club , has kept it a secret is cause he didn't want people to see the "amazing" surprise he has worked on. Like a Christmas present. If you knew the contents of the gift box before Christmas, the joy and surprise would wear off, leaving you less excited than you should have been when opening it. “If Keito completes all of his papers, we will definitely attend the theater club's performance.” saying with a smile. “How about you help me out instead of constantly handing me work , Eichi. You look like you have time anyways ” pushing his glasses back with his fingers as Keito glances at the stack of papers he still needs to go over. To avoid another quarrel with the two, you thank them for their efforts and excuse yourself to return to your practice. "Those two really get along, but it'll be a pain if I got caught up in their dispute; not now, I still need to catch up with rehearsals," you say as you exit the student council room and run back to the theater.

Students working on props all around the place, some are fitting costumes, while others are learning how to use the lights and sounds. The theater is quite busy, so you make your way to the stage where the main cast is rehearsing. “Perfect !! finally you got the emotions I wanted you to portray in those lines hokuto-kun , after 4 attempts ~” , “you didn’t have to say that”. Their chat made you laugh, and Wataru is overjoyed that you've finally returned. "We are finally all together! Thank you for submitting those documents, my fellow partner, and now everyone can watch this magnificent, amazing play!" he exclaims as the spotlight shines on him. "He's really excited about the play," you and Tomoyo agreed. “Im sorry ! But here’s the final part of the play” a member of the theater club says whilst running to Wataru.

You were perplexed and questioned Tomoya why the ending had been modified for the third time. “Actually, hibiki-senpai had changed it more than three times. He never really explained why, other than that he wanted it to be ‘the best, most stunning, and amazing’ play he had ever done.”. You considered it for a moment. Both of you are graduating, and he will no longer be a member of the theater club after that. Perhaps he's going all out right now to make memories? You don't really know, but seeing how hard he works for everyone made you smile a little. Wataru never really changed, constantly ensuring that people had fun and were entertained. If they're happy, he'll be happy. Tomoya eyes at you, wondering as to why you're smiling. "Just enthusiastic for the play, it's not everyday we get to be in the main cast, right?" you nudge his shoulder playfully. "Beloved y/n!" Wataru exclaims as he appears behind both of your backs, surprising Tomoya. "The play's ending is finally finished! All you have to do is read it," he says as he hands you the notepad. He also promises to check in on you after you finish reading it before dragging Tomoya back to practice.

You read the script from beginning to end, it has been updated to something much better. The phrases used really spoke to you, and it also includes notes on how the props should look, as well as the lights and sounds. You're almost there, and you're wondering what the conclusion is like.

You are anticipating something exciting, and when you finally read the last section, you froze. You were as frigid as a Roman statue. “ME ? KISS WATARU ?!” , you fell from the stage. You weren't expecting the ending. Never in a thousand, no, million years would you anticipate your first kiss to be like this, especially given it's from your long-time crush, who is now your play partner. You definitely struck gold! Several members of the theater club walk over to check on you, asking if you were okay, if you had struck your head, or if you were dead. Your senses return, and you bolt up, apologizing for causing a commotion and explaining that you fell due to being too clumsy and not paying attention to where you were walking.

You look up to check if Wataru has noticed what has happened. He was giggling to himself and staring at you. You averted your gaze away in embarrassment. Did he notice you falling? He had to have. You considered asking him if he approved of the kiss scene.

“ A kiss scene , seriously ?! who in their right mind thought of it ?? Besides Wataru makes sure the script approved is approved by him. There’s no way-“, You realized something, something that could have answered your question. Wataru had lent you the script after reading it, therefore the kiss scene must have been approved by him. You collapse down your back, startling your clubmates once more. The thought of a kiss scene floods your mind; how would it look? What would the audience think? his admirers?

“y/n ! are you alright ?? Do you need water ?? “ Hokuto worriedly asks , “y-yes , l-loads of it..“ “eh?“.

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Part 2

#enstars #ensemble stars #happy elements #fine #ensemble stars x reader #wataru hibiki #eichi tenshouin #keito hasumi #wataru Hibiki X reader #part 1 #enstars x reader

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lightlycareless · 3 years ago

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First, it hurts— Chapter XVI

Naoya Zen’in x Fem!Reader

While arranged marriages are not uncommon in the jujutsu community, it was strange to receive a proposal from none other than the Zen’in’s, nonetheless your clan accepted and before you knew it, you were married off to Naoya.

Your new purpose was clear: to serve and submit, to be seen and not heard. To forget any sense of individuality in favor of obeying your husband.

Will this marriage ever flourish into something else? Will it change…for better or for worse?

Chapter warnings: mentions of curses, a bit of humiliations. But other than that, nothing.

A/N: Hello!! I'm finally back, and with a new update! (my personal favorite)

Thank you for waiting for me on these 3 weeks—that felt longer yet shorter than I expected (if that makes sense)

I wanted to update last week, and I tried my best to do so, but at the end of the day I decided to take the week off for my birthday lol. I was very tired as well, that might've been a deciding factor as well.

Also, just to let you know that the rest of the chapters are posted in my Ao3, but I'll be importing them here eventually :> you can choose whatever platform is best for you.

Well, without further ado, thank you for your patience, and happy reading!

Masterlist ➸ Chapter 17

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Sleep had vanished far earlier than you anticipated, leaving you to lay on your back, eyes wide open, as you stared at the ceiling with nothing but your thoughts, which as of lately, have proven themselves to be siding with your enemy rather than offering a place to seek solace.

To have woken up at such early hours of the morning was an uncommon occurrence, you noted, considering that your body had previously elected to stay asleep as much as it could—the earliest waking time being midday, when your ladies would attempt to serve you lunch (only to be dismissed, or barely feasted upon), and the latest being late afternoon/evening, when dinner was to be served (and the moment when you would eat a few more bites than usual, but not enough for them to be considered a full serving.)

You gave no thought to your body’s unusual behavior, asides from writing it off as a natural response to your lack of food consumption, since nothing seemed to earn your craving, as well as the spiraling depressive state you’ve constantly find yourself in, and all thanks to Naobito effectively destroying your will to live by placing you on death row.

But something had caused you to wake up before the first ray of sun was out, and way before your staff even arrived at your doorstep to begin preparing you for the day.

Perhaps it was the continuous efforts of your ladies to keep you distracted finally taking a toll on you: peaking at Hitomi’s paranoia and ending on the discovery of your husband’s decision to tighten the restraints of your prison cell.

You didn’t even get the chance to regain your breath as these occurrences continued to happen one after the other, effectively disturbing whatever ground you were standing in, reminding you that there really is no hope for you.

You held no desire to start any blasphemous rumors, but you were absolutely sure that the gods were getting a kick out of your misery—and to prolong such entertainment, they had decided to grant you the sickest wish of them all. A desire that came from the deepest pits of your desperation and hatred for Naoya, something that slipped through your lips in the heat of the moment, something that shouldn’t have more weight than a simple hurtful remark you didn’t really mean, for you appreciated your life too much to hand it over to the likes of your husband.

They could’ve easily granted any other wish from your list, something like seeing your sister again, or the possibility of getting along with Naoya…anything but the deadly stunt from that day.

But no.

Of course not.

Nothing is ever a joke for the Zen’in, and such warnings would come in the form of your father-in-law setting you both back in place—with you being held as the agitator, or so you assumed by the weight of your punishment.

It was safe to say that you held no motivation to keep moving forward, even if you tried your best to follow Hinata’s advice of not giving up, since there were still people out there who haven’t renounced to you.

She’d been a constant memory in your psyche, a feeble attempt to assuage the enormous pain you were going through. You knew she would be raging with disbelief at the notion of your abuse, after all, she figured out almost immediately that your conditions were less than ideal and started working on a way to get you out of there.

Yet, such promises didn’t bring you hope anymore. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe she was doing her best to complete such a task as fast as possible, of course not. Hinata was one to see things through once her mind was set on them. You were simply…frustrated, disheartened that you’d have to wait for an undetermined amount of time to get her help, a period you didn’t know if you’d even be alive to see its conclusion.

You look up towards the window above you, finally managing to see a ray of sunlight coming through the drapery, signaling the beginning of a new day.

Tomorrow has arrived, and much to your dismay.

Yet, the morning carried a different feeling—a silent premonition of a new event to occur, and the alleged reason why your body was having difficulty lunging back into slumber.

That assumption eventually became clear when the presence of an enigmatic figure you've long forgotten stepped inside your room: none other than the indecipherable Junko.

Having kept your mind preoccupied with your survival, you had barely noticed her absence. And when you did, you simply relegated it to her occupying her time with more…important matters. In a way, you were grateful that she’d kept away from your gaze, for you blamed her for the development of your misery. After all, she was the one that informed the estate of your pregnancy , the one that went ahead and assumed you were with child simply because you were late , without bothering to take a test for further confirmation—eventually shattering her credibility once your period arrived in its outrageous manner.

The last recollection you have of seeing her was during the family doctor’s visit, who came to check on you as soon as your staff informed her that your bleeding was lasting longer than usual—and your pain had not diminished, not even in the slightest.

She remained until he finished the diagnosis, attentive as she hummed along to his every observation, even asking him to elaborate further on certain details that she didn’t understand—showing a clear purpose of continuing your treatment.

After he gave his final testimony, and once she thought her presence was no longer needed, she left you to the care of your staff.

You didn’t know where she excused herself to, limiting yourself to assume she had gone to set in a new order to obtain your new prescribed medicine or call the expert the doctor suggested you contact, all with the intention of coming back to your side—but she never did. And that had been the end of it.

However, a quick glimpse at the wounds on her back, given by the hand of a furious and humiliated husband, would be enough to give you the basic understanding of what happened to her.

“You’re awake” is what she says as soon as she notices you pulling yourself up to sit on the futon, eventually closing the door behind her once completely inside. You notice she’s carrying something in her hands—a kimono.

Her eyes move from your face to around the room. Junko’s face contorted from an emotionless stance to one of disapproval, with her lips twisting, and her brows pressing together, it was obvious that she thought your room to be a mess—which had been somewhat of an exaggeration, for your maids had done an exceptional job of keeping your room in an impeccable condition, the only thing out of order being a pair of books which laid besides your futon, almost unnoticeable, but enough for Junko to consider your room a wasteland.

“Where is my staff?” Her appearance was unannounced, and this rightfully gained your curiosity. You were sure Mariya would’ve told you something regarding this change, but she hadn’t. She, in fact, had bid her usual goodbyes just like any other night, leaving with the promise of seeing you the next day.

You didn’t want to admit more than necessary, but having this unexpected switch made you feel —more than curious— apprehensive. Perhaps out of fear of having to face a new day without the presence of the women who had continuously kept you company, creating a safe space for you to dwell in.

“I ordered them to take the next few days off” Junko says as she lays down a dark blue kimono she was holding in her hands onto the foot of your bed.

Your heart sank to your stomach.

If your understanding of basic hierarchies was right, the only one that could change the working hours of your staff was none other than yourself—or the housekeeper.

It felt rather…abusive for Junko to go ahead and make that decision without consulting you beforehand. But…not out of character. Nobody has ever bothered to check what you wanted, what you truly wanted.

It was foolish to expect a change now .

“I see” You responded, accepting your defeat without reproach.

“We’re going to continue where we left off” The black haired woman adds whilst she goes through your vanity table’s drawers, eventually taking out a hairbrush and some clips before setting them alongside your clothes “You’d had more than enough time to sulk around your room and sleep, and now, it’s time to continue your responsibilities”

You ignored the condescending nature of her words by taking a deep inhale and pushing yourself up to your feet. Once at full height, you stretched your arms all the way upwards, as if trying to touch the ceiling, and released a loud yawn that earned you another judgmental glance from Junko.

“Your responsibilities also entail behaving lady-like” she warns “I’ll make sure to go through those details today as well”

You didn’t fight back, and instead, proceeded to pick up the items from the futon and head towards the bathroom to start your wake-up routine.

This would be the first time you’ve had a morning completely for yourself, without the interference of your ladies.

You felt free to clean up after yourself however you wanted, in whatever order you desired. Not that they did a bad job, it’s just that it felt so…meticulous sometimes.

Everything around you seemed to forcibly follow a precise set of instructions to ensure the perfect appearance of the estate and its residents—even when the reality couldn’t be further from the truth.

You missed the days where you would be able to simply detangle your hair, style it however you want it, and call it a day—instead of spending time correcting loose strands by using heavy amounts of gel or clips to keep them in place and out of your face, seemingly giving the appearance of a well put-together woman, and most of all, not having to worry what other members of the family would think of your arrangement had you decided to not follow what was considered suitable.

Sadly, those days were long gone, and knowing that Junko was expecting you to follow tradition, you fixed your hair just how Mariya would’ve done so, discarded your nightgown and folded it before dressing up in the dark blue kimono and heading back into your chambers once done.

Junko was standing just outside the bedroom door, waiting for you, and as soon as you came into the picture, she eyed you from head to toe.

You expected another one of her nasty glances however, or a critical comment, but much to your surprise, she only left out a hum of approval.

“I’ll just leave this…inside” you say, unsure of how to react to her somewhat positive feedback.

“Hurry up, we have a long day ahea—”

Your stomach suddenly growls, and your face immediately turns red out of embarrassment.

You kept staring ahead as you focused on leaving the folded pajamas on your futon before heading back to Junko, desperately wishing she hadn’t heard your stomach’s performance, nor for it to follow-up with an encore.

Her face held a frown, and it was then when you came to the realization that she heard everything.

“Let’s get breakfast” Junko states, not bothering to finish her previous sentence. “You need it”

You didn’t have to look at the mirror to understand what she was referring to.

Just as Haruko noted, your cheeks had gone a bit hollow and your eyes were now accentuated with dark circles. Your skin is even beginning to pale, but they, far from commenting on it as Junko had done so nonchalant, focused their energies on doting you, showering you with compliments of how beautiful you were and how great you would look with whatever kimono or accessory they would bring in that day.

Deep inside, there was no denying that you were knowledgeable and grateful for their attempts. But even if their words held nothing but genuine concern for you, their constant positive attitude (which you had begun to think as forced) as well as their inclination to drop the act once they left your room and gloomily speak of your predicament behind your back, was beginning to irritate you.

You knew they were treating you differently out of pity….and you disliked it.

It made you feel isolated, when all that you wanted was to be treated normally. Like a human deserving of basic decency and comprehension, not acts of ignorance for appearances sake.

To be treated as Y/N , not Naoya’s wife.

Don’t we all? You thought to yourself once Junko ordered you to follow her towards the kitchen.

Deep in thought, you failed to notice a pair of dark eyes following your every movement.

Having been locked away for so many days, combined with the fact that the estate was huge , you almost got lost on your way to the kitchen. Had it not been for Junko’s glancing back at you every few seconds, and you trailing closely behind her, that might’ve been your reality.

You really didn’t find any reason in having built so many halls and so many rooms if it wasn’t to serve as some kind of labyrinth. Until now, the only members you’ve seen lurking around the estate were the same ones you saw at your wedding, with the introduction of a few new ones on the first dinner you had upon your arrival here, but other than that, it was the same people.

Were they used as storage? Perhaps.

A clan as big as the Zen’in was bound to have an endless amount of cursed tools—even getting to the point of using your school’s basement as storage as well. You remember this well, because during your time as a student, you had the fortune of using one of their tools during (unsupervised) training.

Their relation to the Zen’in was not an influencing factor on your decision (asides that you were also ignorant about it) only discovering it’s worth and ownership through a teacher who wasted no second to reprimand you and tell you to be extremely careful with it, since it’s value exceeded your life—a silly statement that made you roll your eyes, but nonetheless agreed to place the weapon back into storage.

Taking that into consideration, there was no way they would use a common every-day room to store cursed tools, especially ones that had the possibility of being stumbled upon by civilians, break them, and render them useless.

Then what are all these rooms for?!

Ah, whatever . You sigh as the entrance to the kitchen comes into view. With a growling stomach earnestly demanding for food, you no longer had the intention of entertaining your investigation regarding the seemingly endless rooms and their purpose.

It’s not like I’m being tasked to rearrange the whole house either way . You conclude as you step inside the kitchen.

The hectic ambient you remembered from last time was long gone, and instead, was replaced with one of tranquility, portraying what it is to be the calm beginning of an early Tuesday morning.

The present staff members were taking their time to clean the facilities, scrubbing and rubbing the surfaces until they were dust free, as well as dividing the ingredients by their freshness, tossing aside those who didn’t survive the night, for the cooks that would eventually clock in a few hours' time.

Their calmness could only come from the fact that the sun had just come out, and taking into consideration your trip from the living quarters to the kitchen, not many were awake at this hour: asides from a few patrolling members of the kukuru unit (whom you assumed to be assigned the graveyard shift and were soon on their way out) and some other servants who had just woken up, judging by the sleepy look on their faces.

Makes you wonder why Junko wanted you awake so early in the morning.

Another fact that was quick to catch your attention, hidden underneath the tranquility of the atmosphere, was the sensation of being observed, no—criticized.

One look around the room, and you were able to catch at least a few pairs of eyes fixated on you, with some glancing away as soon as they noticed you staring back, while others remained unbothered if you caught onto them or not, keeping still as if they had nothing else to do.

And even if the rest weren’t literally set on you, you didn’t have to be a telepath to assume their thoughts were about you.

The serene air soon turned into one filled with awkwardness, but before you could delve further into their looks of contempt and the reason behind it, Junko circled back your attention to her.

“Do you have any dietary limitations?” She asks as she leads you towards a spot on the back of the kitchen, where a wooden table with chairs of the same material stood. On the surface, were a few ceramic places and utensils delicately placed for future use. “Anything that might affect your treatment?”

For a quick second, you are able to catch a whisper or two of the nearby staff as you pass by; their words were unintelligible, and not directed at you, so it makes it harder to decipher their message, but from their tone you’re able to catch the faintest intentions of maliciousness.

“No” you shake your head in hopes of reaffirming your answer, as well as to shake off the leftover uncomfortable feeling the servant’s murmurs managed to place upon you “Not that I know of…”

“Then we’ll make the usual”

“But I do need to take my medication before I eat” you say, remembering that your ladies were the one in charge of storing and administering your medicine. “I don’t know where it is”

“I have it” Junko’s hand then reaches inside her left sleeve and takes out a small blue plastic container, a pill organizer with the letters Tuesday imprinted across its top surface.

Stored inside it, there are two white pills: the same ones you’ve been asked by the doctor to follow as treatment for 2 weeks, having already completed 1 week and a half of it. “Anything else?” She asks, her voice hints a subtle willingness to submit to your requests but only extending to your health, and nothing more.

“No”

“Do you know how to cook?” Junko shifts the conversation onto another topic, and her question earns your confusion.

You don’t remember her asking you that before.

The last time your cooking skills were brought up was when she ordered you to prepare Naoya’s breakfast, which in the end, Mariya took on as her responsibility. Junko eventually returned and simply assumed you’ve done it. Naoya’s satisfaction also played a part in her silence, and she’d let the topic die.

But at this moment, it seems that her question held presumptions you were kept away from, and upon noticing your bewilderment, she proceeded to clarify.

“I know you didn’t prepare Naoya-sama’s breakfast that day, it had been Mariya all along”

You raise an eyebrow, ignorant on how she came to that conclusion

“She has a peculiar way of serving the rice.” Junko continues.

What the hell? You question out of shock, isn’t it a bit petty to notice such a thing? Is she seriously reprimanding me for that?

“Now, tell me. Do you know how to cook?” she emphasizes once more, urging you to answer.

“Only the basic things” you eventually admit, although reluctantly since Junko’s demonstration of her observing nature made you feel a bit this wasn’t the right word to go with.

“What do you know how to do?”

“It’d be easier if you tell me what you want me to do” you counter.

“Today’s breakfast” she responds, her answer leaving you in the same position.

Nonetheless, after a few seconds, realization hits you.

You managed to figure out that this was part of a test , an examination to see how your cooking skills fared and get a better picture of what she has to work with. From there, she would either polish what you already knew to perfection, or start from 0.

Tests weren’t anything new to you. You’ve dealt with way worse, and more dangerous situations. Surely preparing that day’s breakfast would be an effortless endeavor, right?

“Is there anything you don’t like, Junko-san?” Your question poses your intentions to take her examination head on, and she quickly catches onto it.

“Fish” You held back the urge to scoff.

How… convenient. Junko doesn’t like one of the main ingredients in Japanese cuisine. If this wasn’t to push you into a tight spot, then you didn’t know what it was for.

This must be another one of her tests. You concluded. But is she testing my creativity?

And it was, since Junko wasn’t known to be a picky eater.

After all, she was taught from a very young age to be grateful for all of the food placed before her. She never once complained, even if it was food she didn’t like, and she’d turned out to be the cooks favorite diner.

The reality was that she enjoyed fish very much, and in fact, was her favorite part of the meal, but her decision originates from her in-laws being vegetarians , a fact she’d dexterously let out to make your examination a tad bit harder. It was something she’d let you know in time, if you hadn’t figured it out by then, but for now, she wanted to see what you’d be able to pull out without meat.

“Can you show me what things I can use?” you ask as you get ready to work by rolling your sleeves up to your elbows.

“Over there” Junko’s finger points to a set of cabinets and a countertop, conveniently cleaned and set aside for you to work in. “And all the food is inside the refrigerator” she adds whilst pulling out a nearby chair and sitting on it.

“Thanks” you make way to your new workplace and begin looking around for inspiration on what to make.

Your options to make today’s breakfast were limited due to Junko’s preference, and it’s not that you haven’t faced something similar in the past —since you remember being somewhat of a picky eater when you were younger and how your mom would make all kinds of food so as to find something you’d like— but due to the nature of her examination, you came to the conclusion that preparing a traditional dish would’ve been the best and easiest option to avoid Junko’s disapproval.

But now that that possibility was out of your reach…you had to get creative.

Sighing, you headed towards the refrigerator and gently pulled the door open. The first thing that you noticed was how jam-packed it was with food. From milk, to vegetables, to bread—they had everything, and in great quantities.

“Well, now we know the Zen’in won’t be starving any time soon” You whisper as you keep looking around. “Now, I just need to find what to use…”

Your stomach was very much in need of food, so anything that you glanced at was enough to have you salivating.

Still, you had to keep your focus and zero out on a recipe to make. You knew that you wanted to prepare something simple, and fast, something that wouldn’t have your hunger waiting any longer than necessary but still enough to replete your stomach to its fullest.

And that’s when it comes to you.

It was a recipe your mother had stumbled on in a magazine when grocery shopping—she wanted to try something different, since the past few days you and your siblings had been in some kind of hunger strike, demanding for something different: apparently miso soup wasn’t your favorite anymore.

Looking through international cooking magazines is when she found the western version of a dish she’d prepared before, and taking into consideration her children’s fondness for them, she knew she was going down the right path.

It was fairly easy to do, since it didn’t have those damned vegetables neither of you liked (asides from Hinata, who was basically brainwashed to think that vegetables were the best thing ever, much to your younger’s self disgust) and nor were they as fluffy to be mistaken as dessert.

Your mother agreed to try them out, and as she assumed, they turned out to be a total success!

Such accomplishment led you to memorize the recipe in hopes of replicating it in the future, one that was constantly refreshed due to it being your go-to meal when you didn’t feel particularly inclined to eat the breakfast served at your high school, or when you wanted to show off to Nanami (since he was considered the best cook of the two).

“All I need is flour, baking powder, sugar, eggs…butter and milk” You whisper to yourself as you begin to take out the things in the order you found them, setting them on the countertop aside “And a bowl to mix them, of course. But where can that be? There’s so many cabinets…”

With your hunger building up, and your adamancy in keeping your time limited, you opted to ask one of the servants instead of going through each and every drawer.

“Excuse me” you called to one of the nearby cooks, a woman with long brown hair tied into a ponytail, whom you had been diligently scrubbing one of the stoves for the past few minutes. Regret seemed to strike you upon realizing that her efforts would be for naught once it was time to use the stove. Well, it would be naïve of her part if she believed that kitchen utilities weren’t expected to get dirty all the time. Either way, you hoped she would understand.

It appeared that she did not listen to you calling her the first time, or perhaps she assumed you’d spoken to someone else, and after a few seconds of silence, you decided to try once again.

“Excuse—”

“I heard you” she groans as she scrubs harder against a specific corner covered in grease that was giving her more trouble than anticipated. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Her animosity catches you by surprise.

You managed to sense the well hidden tension in the atmosphere seconds after you stepped inside the kitchen, but you never imagined it being directed towards you—since you really hadn’t done anything besides…well, be there.

Where could her disdain possibly come from, and what could you have done to earn it?

“I know” you reiterated, trying to avoid confrontation by showing your acknowledgement of your… intrusion . The quicker you got the information you needed, the faster you would leave her alone. You hoped she would notice this and agree to work with you willingly. “I just wanted to know where I can get a bowl and something to pour batter with, as well as a pan”

The woman abruptly stops her scrubbing as she straightens her posture, she releases a sigh, one that you identified as annoyance before she turns to face you “...over there” she nudges with her head to a bottom drawer just a few feet away “And the utensils are on the one on top—I’ll leave the pan here once I’m done”

“Thank you” you’re on your way to leave, but the cook somehow finds it necessary to let out another unnecessary comment.

“Do not interrupt me again” she hisses, eyes back on her previous task. “Unlike you, we have things to do”

“Oh, ok ” you snap, clearly offended by her implication. Your mouth twisted with displeasure as you headed towards the location she pointed at and took out what you needed. You tried pushing down the indignation her words brought upon by throwing yourself to the task at hand, but no amount of distraction could refute the fact that you’ve been insulted and minimized. And the respect they once held for you —or for the rank you represented— was now unexisting.

You could only guess this was Naoya’s doing as well.

Or perhaps Junko’s?

Knowing well that clarification was never to arrive, you grabbed the materials and headed back to your workplace, where you started to pour the ingredients together and mix them into a smooth and silky batter, just the way you liked.

Once ready, you made way to the now empty but very shiny stove, which you noted to be particularly larger than the one you had back at school (or even home)

Thankfully, the resentful cook was no longer around to snap at you, but as promised, had left a pan in place.

You proceeded to pick it up and move it to the nearest burner to you and start pouring the batter once the stove reached the adequate temperature.

The cooks, even as tainted as they were by Meiko’s resentment towards you, couldn’t help but admire the tasty smell that came out from the melting butter—effectively stopping any ornery glances and comments heading your way in favor of voicing their delight for the appetizing delicacy you were preparing.

After all, when was the last time they smelled something so sweet coming from the kitchen?

The mix you created allowed you to make 8 servings. Servings that as soon as they reached the warm golden color that let you know it reached its optimal baking point, you placed them on a nearby ceramic plate, putting them one on top of another as some kind of tower.

Everyone stared at the unusual dish as they held back the urge to reach out to get a taste of it, a sentiment you understood all too well since you were currently dying of hunger. You even began to believe yourself capable of eating all 8 pieces, but remembering Junko’s task (as well as her glance being a constant dagger stuck in your back) you composed yourself and seized the last ingredient that would make the plate come together: a jar of honey.

Considering yourself done, you picked up the dirty utensils and placed them on the nearby sink, grabbed the plate and the jar of honey and headed towards Junko’s table, finally revealing your work before her.

Junko, who had kept a close eye on you from the very moment you peeled away from her, couldn’t deny that she too, had been enthralled by the rich smell of bread enveloping her senses. She was holding back the urge to fetch her fork and dive into this soft delicacy, but remembering that she is to portray the distant unrelenting judge, as well as the point of reference of what is to be a proper wife, she clears her throat to compose herself, proceeding to look down at your plate with a critical eye.

“What is this?” Junko questions disapprovingly “ Dorayaki ?” She attempts to guess, but she knows her speculation was erroneous since she does not recall seeing you stuff them with anything.

“No” You sit down on the chair before her “Just…pancakes”

“Pancakes?” Junko replies with suspicion “ Just pancakes?”

“There’s no vegetables in it—or any filling. But if you want something extra, honey is usually the way to go” you gesture at the honey jar.

“And where did you get this… idea ?”

“My mother” You remember fondly “She wanted to try something different when we were younger—a bit more western if you must. They’re on the sweet side of the spectrum, but they’re still good. Try them”

“No” Junko unexpectedly stands up as the scowl on her face becomes more apparent. This, alongside her voice, are gestures that you quickly began to recognize at the beginning of a sermon “This is no good. This is a dessert , not breakfast. This won’t give any nutritional value to your husband, or children, if you’re even capable of making one ”

“I beg your pardon?” you frown, her reason to attack you on a personal level makes you tense up.

“It’s just a bunch of sugar mixed with flour and eggs. It’s bread!”

“It’s still good—enough to start the day” You attempted to defend your work, but she was not interested in listening.

“Try again” And then, Junko reaches out to grab the plate where your pancakes were and walks towards the trash bin. Without batting an eye, she tips the plate forward and the pancakes begin to slide down onto the black trash bag, ending with a thud as they hit the bottom of the trash can.

Her actions cause you to gasp in disbelief, but as well as being shocked by her audacity, you’re angered.

Your chest aches at the image of Junko discarding food in perfectly good condition in favor of…whatever it was she was thinking! To you, her actions didn’t have justification—and the servants seem to think the same way as you swear you heard one of them gasp, although there were a few others who snickered at your reaction.

“Wha—what is the meaning of this?!” You cry, reaching out to grab her wrist in hopes of stopping the last piece from sliding onto the trash, but she proves to be faster than you (and more determined) and before you could move closer to a few inches away, the last pancake slides into the trash, with her following suit by closing the bin.

“Nobody is going to eat these” She nonchalantly dictates, as if it were the most obvious explanation in the world and you were simply overreacting “You’ll have to try again, and with something healthier this time”

“I—that was incredibly rude” You attempt to make a stand for yourself, but she, once again, doesn’t listen as she makes way to the countertop you were using. “Uncalled for”

“Being assertive doesn’t make me rude, Y/N” she retorts “I told you from the very beginning that I was to mold you into a proper wife, did I not?”

You remained silent as you clenched your grasp together, unwilling to give her an answer.

“Now, stop your tantrum and follow me closely” Junko scolds you as a daughter of her own “Or do you want to humiliate yourself further?”

You look around and notice the overwhelming silence, as well as their fixed glances of each and every servant on you, a deadly combination that makes you feel impossibly smaller, insignificant—if that was even possible.

Looking down to the group to avoid their judgment, you murmur a defeated ok as you make way to Junko’s side, while the rest of the servants, having earned their daily dose of entertainment, go back to their duties.

After two hours of constant mistakes and scolding, alongside endless attempts to make food to Junko’s approval, you finally take the first bite of breakfast.

Hungry and humiliated, you’ve been pushed to the point of willingness to take anything, even if it wasn’t to your liking, as long as you’re able to put something in your stomach.

You remained quiet as the two of you ate the food you prepared. It wasn’t…bad, it was still edible in a certain way, but it was, by far, the nastiest dish you’ve had the misfortune of eating here, leading you to further appreciate the exceptional cooking skills Haruko held—promising, through enormous gulps of water so the nasty aftertaste could dissipate down your throat, to never reject her meals from now on.

Once breakfast was over, you were ordered to pick up the plates and clean them up, something you completed with much hesitance in fear of earning another scolding from her. Luckily, she remained quiet, and after that was set Junko informed that the next task to complete was to be in the laundry room.

You didn’t need any further explanation to understand that you would now be washing clothes, you simply hoped she wouldn’t push another test onto you, one where you would be forced to partake in simultaneous humiliations all because she didn’t like your method of doing things.

You knew whatever was left of your sanity was hanging on a thread, although…if you were to snap and lose all inhibitions…you concluded it wouldn’t be that bad. Maybe that way you could lose consciousness and forget all the atrocities you’ve involuntarily to go through.

The stroll to the laundry room, which was located on the other side of the estate, near the living quarters and on the east wing, was silent and quick thanks to Junko’s pace.

This had been a section you hadn’t had the fortune to visit on your previous tour with her, but in all honesty, you weren’t dying to see it: your presence there was only to ensure the role of servant was casted, and not as an asset for your future personal use.

Now that roughly 3 hours had passed since you’ve woken up, the halls appeared to be fuller with the attendance of servants and clan members alike—some which you didn’t recognize, others that you remembered from previous encounters.

Contrary to your kitchen encounter, you were grateful that their attention was set on getting ready for the day, for they didn’t even bother to glance at you when passing by alongside Junko. However, that false sense of security was quickly disrupted once you moved onto the next room, when those present let all their nefarious feelings for you out in the open.

Was that Naoya’s wife?

Look who finally decided to leave their den.

Ugh! She looks…terrible.

Don’t you mean pathetic? She’s following Junko around like some kind of lost puppy.

I’m glad that glorified mare was given a purpose, did she really think she would be able to live here without contributing anything?

Their comments, although not unexpected due to them branching out from the antipathy you’ve seen in some hours before, still managed to overwhelm you to the point of leaving you hollow with nothing but a sense of…worthlessness.

You knew the biggest reason your marriage was effective was because of your blood and background—the promise of birthing strong children was too attractive for any clan to let pass. And even if that wasn’t the main reason why Naoya first set his eyes on you, there was no doubt in your mind that this fact was purposely brought up during negotiations by the elders, with intentions of getting a higher monetary compensation for your availability, or…whatever is was that your family got in exchange, you didn’t know—your father refused to discuss details of your marriage outside the date of the ceremony.

But now that you’ve seemingly proven yourself to be useless … it’s like you were brought down from a pedestal you were unknowingly placed on, and as punishment, forced to listen to their demeaning commentaries—which, even if they held some ounce of truth, they had absolutely no need to voice them out loud.

They could have their opinions and keep them to themselves.

Yet, this only proved how malicious the inhabitants of this estate were.

Surprisingly, the one that you never expected to remain silent this long was none other than your husband, which you had managed to catch a glimpse of through your walk across the estate onto your new destination.

He too, had noticed your presence, but unlike last time (where he smirked and showed you off to his training partners) he simply took no more than one second to look at you and retract his gaze and attention back to his accompanying staff, effectively ignoring you.

Naoya seemed…different, aloof, and completely focused on another topic that wasn’t your misery. He was never one to hold back on comments regarding your appearance, so to see this change…unnerved you.

But why? Why was he acting as if he got the shorter end of the stick, when he didn’t even bother to stand up for you?

Only God knows, and you weren’t about to spend your prayers on him.

“Naoya-sama is to depart once again” Junko, almost as if she was reading your mind, comes in representation of God to answer your question. “His promotion to grade 1 is happening very soon, and he wants to get everything done before it”

You hum, barely giving her words any attention besides acknowledgement as you kept trailing behind her.

Even with your silence, Junko proceeded to brag about Naoya’s impressive endeavors and how he has the weight of the world on his shoulders to complete this exam and prove himself worthy of being the heir. Her words gave you the impression that she was trying to make you feel regretful for your lack of appreciation of having such a wonderful husband and all your necessities met, undoubtedly trying to paint him as some kind of saint and provider, instead of what he was: your abuser.

“You should also consider yourself lucky that you have a husband who is willing to take you personally to the doctor—no other would’ve done so, specially after your past behavior which must not occur again when he comes back, and consequently, passes his exam”

Ah, there it is. You could see it now.

Junko believed that your unruly behavior will distract him from passing his exam with flying colors, because apparently, that’s what happened when he abruptly came back from his missions (which he had to hurry to finish once news of your pregnancy became known around the estate) only to be disappointed by your medical diagnosis, which led him to be rushed once more.

At one point you think you heard someone say (or was it a product of your imagination?) that this would have easily been dealt without your husband's interference—a letter being more than a capable informant to pass your care over to someone of a higher rank, and giving him time to deal with far more important obligations.

And even if no one had said it, you didn’t think it was too far out of their vocabulary.

“It won’t happen again” You unapologetically responded. Knowing well that you weren’t the one to cry wolf that time, but what were you to do?

Nothing, I am to do nothing . You bitterly came to a conclusion, and said anger brought you to toss aside any intentions you had of getting along with Junko out the window.

Unbeknownst to you, the seeds of the Zen’in disease, the same one that ushered them to hate and demean one another, was starting to take root in your heart.

Arrival at the laundry room—putting aside how sour the travel turned out to be—had been rather uneventful.

Just like most households, the laundry room carried a washing machine and a dryer, and just a few feet away, there were 2 large baskets filled all the way up to the brim with dirty clothes.

There was a window on one of the walls, and a door beside it. A quick glimpse and you could see it lead to a large backyard, surrounded by trees (which held clotheslines hung from one to another) and bushes that did well in covering the walls that delineated the Zen’in property, with grass covering every inch of the ground.

It was a peaceful ambience that you wouldn’t definitely indulge in by taking a nap under the shade. But that was just foolish thinking.

“I won’t ask you to show me how you wash your clothes, since these garments can’t be afforded to be discarded” Junko begins as she reaches out for a few bottles, which you assumed to be soap, detergent and softener by the labels stuck on them, before leaving them on the nearby counter and proceeding to pull out a handful of garments from the baskets. “Just shadow me for the first load, I’ll then let you take care of the rest”

You uninterestedly watched her turn out each garment and toss them inside the washing machine as she spewed out the specific cares and details for each fabric that were seemingly of utmost relevance for you to remember—you noted her repetitive use of softener, which lead you to come to the conclusion that the members of this family were overly fond of soft clothes, a fact that you couldn’t blame them for, since you were also an avid fan of comfy garments, but at the same time, you couldn’t stop yourself from judging them.

If they liked their clothes to be treated a certain way, why couldn’t they bother to learn how to do it themselves? Junko might’ve done an excellent job in keeping her opinion buried deep within, but there were moments where she would crack, and you were able to see that this is something that bothered her as well for it meant having to take extra steps.

It only highlighted how good-for-nothing the men of this estate were. Ironically priding themselves as the one in power to terrorize others, but without the basic knowldege of how to maintain a house.

When it eventually became the time for you to prepare the second load, Junko asked you to get an empty basket from the bottom drawer and set the wet clothes there, for they were to be hung outside instead of machine dried, as she continued to pull out more clothes from the laundry hamper.

You did as requested, and began to pull them out of the washing machine. You would dart glances at Junko from time to time, not really asides how mundane her life must be if this was her everyday occurrence, however, your thoughts were immediately halted when you noticed her staring intently at one pair of black pants.

Junko had sensed that something was off when accommodating the garment for washing, but she couldn’t figure it out just yet. She would carefully go through every inch of fabric, trying to catch a glimpse of what initially stopped her tracks, until she finally did.

Just on the left side of the pant, by the pocket area, Junko stretched the fabric to its full capacity, and low and behold, there was the reason of her concerns:

A hole.

This was, without question, the time you’ll remember as the moment Junko allowed herself to show a wider range of emotion that didn’t involve your interference: an exasperated exhale, followed suit by a string of whispers, which she intended to only be heard by her.

“How many times have I told them to place these in a separate basket?” Junko silently complains as she tosses the garment to another table, plunging her hand into the laundry basket and pulling more garments for further inspection, which turned out to be filled with holes as well. “I expect this kind of behavior from my daughters, not from my nephews or husband. Throwing them into the washing machine in this state will only make the hole bigger, and then they’ll blame—”

“Is everything alright, Junko?” your voice calls her out of her trance as she realizes that she’d been louder than she would’ve liked. The reason behind your action was not only to stop her and calm her down, but to avoid the possibility of her redirecting her anger onto you.

By taking into consideration the tone of her voice, you could denote that this was somewhat of a common situation, one that had occurred far too many times that now earned her passionate dislike.

As expected, your question seems to halt her ranting and you see her deflate her tense shoulders with another deep sigh before turning back at you, eyes now reflecting a new motive.

“Are you almost done?”

“This is the last one” you say as you pull out a shirt and place it on the basket “Why?”

“There’s been a change of plans. But first we’ll hang those”

After all the garments were set up to dry under the sun, the two of you came back to the laundry room, where she asked you to pick up the pile of clothes located on top of the counter while she took out a small metal box, a cardboard one, and a thin blanket from a nearby cabinet.

Once done, Junko led you to another section of the state, somewhat close to the laundry room, one that held a camellia-filled garden, alongside an engawa to sit on, seemingly to admire the view.

The black haired woman unfolds the blanket she picked up and places it over the wooden floor, motioning you to place the pile of clothes with utmost care onto it.

“Do you know how to sew?” she asks as she sits down, proceeding to reach out for the metallic box, revealing to hold a set of needles and threads of various colors.

“No” you admit, sitting besides her on the other side of the blanket “Not…much, aside from fixing seams here and there”

With the information you’ve given her, Junko reaches for the cardboard box. It is here when you realize that it’s a bandage kit—one you quickly came to realize its purpose: she expects you to constantly prick your finger while figuring out how to thread a needle and therefore, make stitches.

It’s preventive, I’ll give you that .

“I’ll start with something simple” Junko gestures at the first hole she encountered “These have to be sewn with a specific stitch since it’s a training uniform. They endure all kinds of friction, so sticking them together with a simple stitch won’t do the work”

“I see”

“Grab the black thread” She instructs you “Pull it until it’s the same length of your arm—see?”

You nod.

“Here, cut it” she hands you a small pair of scissors, and with one swift movement, you cut the thread. “Now, you’ll have to do a knot at one of the tips, just like this” she grabs the tread with her index and thumb, rolling it against each other until a small knot appears.

You tried your hardest to pay attention to her gestures, but having to learn these things out of service for others was boring you to an unfathomable extent. Had it been for your personal gain, you wouldn’t complain.

It’s the second time you find yourself reproaching your past decisions, regretting not accepting Hitomi’s offer on teaching you the basics of sewing—however, the knot seemingly falls into place by itself, and it's a gesture that partly removes the weight from your shoulders (one that came from fear of messing up) and replaces it with amusement.

“Well, now that that’s set, follow me closely. And be sure to not prick your finger, I don’t want you staining your husbands’ clothes” You look down at the pair of pants and you realize that she’s telling the truth. You’re successful in holding back the urge to toss the pants away, as well as hiding your disgust from appearing on your face, but the slightest twitch of your lip still manages to escape. “Even if it’s getting washed later”

“...yeah” You murmur, now barely touching the fabric with the tip of your fingers. Junko grabs another garment and proceeds to begin her teaching by pushing the ripped fabric together and pierce it with the needle, pulling it out through the other side and tensing the thread to its limit, before going back in.

She quietly glances at you from time to time, expecting to hear a sharp gasp escape your lips caused by you puncturing your finger with the fine part of the needle, but instead, is received by the image of your confident hold on the tool as you do the same motion over and over again, until you’ve effectively sewn both pieces together.

While many would be pleased by your seemingly fast advancement, she can’t help but feel…deceived.

“If you already knew how to sew, you should’ve told me” She scolds, feeling embarrassed for glossing over an explanation you evidently already knew.

“What?” you raise an eyebrow, genuinely confused by her remark “I don’t…know how to sew”

“Then why are you holding the needle so confidently? You haven’t pricked your finger, not even once ”

You stare at her for a few seconds before enlightenment suddenly hits you. The answer was easy, you were already accustomed to work with sharp objects since it was heavily intertwined with your cursed technique—it was exactly the same thing (or so you thought) but on a smaller scale.

However, would this be an answer Junko would be entertained with? Considering her disdain for you acting out of what she considered the norm , you knew she would minimize your knowledge with a snapping remark of a woman’s role and how that is unlady-like .

So instead, you lie.

“Hitomi taught me something while I was away” You shrug “Nothing more, nothing less”

“I see” Junko squints her eyes, debating whether to believe you or not, for this would be the first initiative she sees from you. Yet, the workload before her reminded her to not stray far from her duties and begrudgingly accepted your response. “It’ll make my job easier then”

After the tension was cleared, and she’d taught you how to finish the stitching, Junko began to feel…comfortable enough to partake in small talk with you—a succession that had you both amused and uneasy.

“What did the doctor say about your condition?” she questions, eyes set on the garment she was fixing, prohibiting her to notice your raised eyebrows.

“What?”

“I said, what did the doctor say about your condition?”

You blinked, unfamiliar to the sight of Junko seemingly opening up to you.

There was an impulse inside you that wished to question her as to why she was acting that way, but held back upon realizing that this would be considered rude, for anyone really. Even if they were close friends.

However, you didn’t stay much under the dark, for there was one theory you’ve been working on from the very moment she picked you up in the morning, one that also related to her sudden presence at your room:

Junko felt comfortable with you, because she believes you’ve finally been kicked down a notch.

Think about it.

Back then, even if Junko didn’t hold back in calling you out on your mistakes, she still held certain decorum when talking to you. As if she knew that her rank was beneath you. After all, you were a kind of novelty for the people here, as well as being the wife of the heir , it was common sense that she was expected to treat you as some kind of fragile china doll.

That is, until it wasn’t,

And you weren’t entirely wrong from your assumption.

Junko was knowledgeable of what happened when you and Naoya returned to the estate, and what happened with Naobito. Putting all this together, alongside the fact that her first thought upon seeing you was that of relief, for she no longer had to face her suffering alone, her comfort began to surface and she now began to see you as her equal , or even as her subordinate.

Well, at least she’d had someone to relegate her tasks, which as of lately, had begun to overwhelm her. If you began to carry part of the weight, she’d have more time to do other things.

It’s kind of shitty, but that seems to be your truth.

Junko’s expectant face brought you back to reality, and you began to recollect your words to give her an accurate and informative response.

“...The doctor said I was currently infertile , so to speak. I won’t be able to have children for around 3 months, that is, if my hormones aren’t—”

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Junko and you looked at the direction of the high pitched signal.

“It's the washing machine” Junko says before you can ask as she stands up “I’ll take them out, stay here to finish fixing the clothes”

You look over at the pile of clothes and realize that there are at least 5 more garments to go through. You sigh in acceptance as you look up back to Junko, intending to acknowledge her words, but before you were given the chance to say anything else, she’s already out of sight.

And just like that day, you find yourself alone once more.

A situation that has you sinking in déjà vu.

The weather was relatively the same as that day, slightly warmer, but the same nonetheless.

There were even a few birds singing (which you questioned if they were also the same ones as that time, or if they were others entirely) and wind blowing against the leaves, giving the impression it was whistling.

Eventually your mind wanders back to the apparent curse encounter you had, and you couldn’t help but scoff at the silliness of it all.

You never gave it much thought after that day, since there were more…dangerous topics to worry about. But now that you’re able to commence its dissection, you realize that it is virtually impossible to have curses lunging around a house filled with sorcerers, especially ones that are apparently highly skilled, without them noticing.

Yet, you still believe that this place would be perfect to spawn all kinds of nasty curses. After all, this was a viper’s nest in every sense of the word. There was no doubt that this place was crawling with negative energy.

“They must have very powerful seals protecting the estate” you conclude as you continue to stitch the next piece, this time, a white shirt. “Besides, curses are the least of my concern right now—What's that saying? Don’t fear the dead, fear the living?”

Naobito was, without a question, the biggest threat you’ve faced in many years, and no amount of jujutsu training could’ve prepared you for this.

Still, the question of what you saw that day came back to haunt you.

If there were no curses around, aside from the ones locked away in that mysterious basement, then what was that?

And what were the chances of you seeing it again, just to get a better understanding of it?

Tap tap tap

You tense up.

No way . You skeptically think, ears perking as you proceed to decipher its origin. The chances are too high…

The noise falls into your earshot once more, but this time, you’re quick to realize that it came from a little bird jumping on the edge of the roof.

You stare at it for a few more seconds, hoping to see it replicate the noise, and when it does, you let out a sigh of relief, relaxing your shoulders as you reaffirm your tension as an over reaction to the presence of an unsuspecting animal.

"You really need to relax, Y/N. You were right, what are the possibilities of living in the same situation two times?"

THUD!

It’s louder, heavier—there’s no way that bird could’ve made that noise.

THUD!

Another bang, this time, you realize it came from the far side of the garden, opposite to where Junko had disappeared to. It somehow feels familiar to the noise you’ve heard before, and the hairs from the back of your neck stand up.

You’re caught off guard when, instead of seeing the same pale white hand sliding one of the doors open just as it did before, are received by a succession of feeble whispers.

" St….k..p…qu…e"

"I…s…y"

You rise to the occasion by putting all of your training in use.

One way to detect a curse’s purpose, or to categorize its intelligence, is by deciphering its speech, if it was capable of being understood.

The first thing you realized was that the whispers came from two distinctive voices, and they seemed to be in response to the loud noise and one another subsequently.

Curses rarely interacted with each other, if there wasn't a hierarchy stipulated beforehand. And even then, those cases were extremely rare for they presented a high level of organization and intelligence, traits reserved to the most dangerous curses. Ones you would've detected by now if that were the case.

The possibility of them being curses is very low, for this situation occurred in another location: curses only haunt one place, since they’re incapable of roaming. That is, if they’re highly powerful (such as stated in the previous point)

The other thing that you noticed was that these occurrences only made themselves present when you were alone, specifically after Junko left you to your devices, which leads you to assume…

"Did Naoya…order someone to follow me around?!" You cry. The mere thought is enough to send you spiraling with anger. "As if it wasn't enough to keep me limited in my supposed house!"

Propelled to obtain an answer, you quickly reach the decision of confronting the mysterious follower(s) by acting as if you're leaving onto the next area, deciding to temporarily stray away from your duties by going in a short walk, when in reality, you're hiding around the corner in hopes of ambushing them once within your reach.

It was a foolproof plan, one that would give you the chance to either confront them face to face, or at least get an eyeful of their appearance so as to avoid their presence in future altercations.

Thus, without time to waste, you stroll towards the room behind you, going around the corner and sticking your back to the wall as soon as you’re out of sight.

You hold your breath to avoid any disruptive noise coming from your part and patiently wait for your stalkers to finally notice your disappearance and reposition themselves to your new location.

You wait…and wait…clocking ticking as your anxiety rises from the frustration of not seeing your plans unfurl as predicted.

For a few moments you considered carefully leaning over the edge to see if any changes had occurred, knowing well that this would reveal your location if not careful enough, but before you could make a decision, something finally happened.

Quiet footsteps begin to echo against the wood, as they start heading none other than in your direction.

Your heart seems to skip a beat at this succession and you immediately snap your head back into place as you scrupulously analyze their pace, coming to the conclusion that noise belonged to 2 people, further evidence to tie into your theory of dual followers.

A few more seconds pass and you sense their presences to be far more closer—now only a few inches. Their trail seems to slow down when approaching the corner, and this is the moment you decide to strike.

Taking a deep inhale, you swallow down your uneasiness and jump in front of your stalkers, more than ready to confront them once and for all.

But when you were expecting the image of 2 startled men, whom belonged to the infamous kukuru unit Mariya had casually told you about one day, you were received by a completely different picture: that belonging to a pair of shock-stricken young faces with round dark eyes staring back at you as they stood dumbfounded by your impromptu confrontation.

The longer you admired them, the more you began to notice eerily similarities, from their hair color, to their matching outfits…you didn’t need more than that come to the conclusion that they didn’t present any reasonable threat, and that they were in fact—

“Twins!” you exclaim as a grin parts your lips, overwhelmed with delight for it was the first time you’ve ever seen identical sisters in person.

But the girls didn’t share your same sentiment, and upon realizing they had been discovered, they began to sprint into the opposite direction. “No!” you gasp, attempting to reach out for them but their speed outsmarts your reaction “W-wait! I didn’t mean to—”

Your mind believes this to be the last time you were ever to see them…that is, until the one with wavy hair stumbles on her feet and falls forwards, face first onto the floor.

The sight shocks you back into reality and you take no second to rush to her aid.

“Are you ok?!” You ask as you kneel down to her level and attempt to pull her up back to her feet, but her sister —the one with straight hair— is quicker and defensively pulls her away from you. “No, wait, I won’t hurt her” you hold back the need to coo at her adorable scowl, one that you unconsciously found eerily familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it at the moment.

“I’m sorry!” The fallen one fearfully pleads against her sister's arm “Please don’t tell Naoya about this!”

“What? I—I’m not about to go and do that” You frown at the mention of your husband, but you don’t allow an ounce of anger to surface. There was a little girl before you who had just tripped over and hurt herself, you held no doubt that she must’ve scraped her skin a bit, who needed your attention, far more than your pathetic husband. You wouldn’t waste your energy on someone who held less worth than this child.

“How…do we know you’re not lying?” The other demands as she continues to tightly hold her sister away from you.

“I promise” You reassure her “Please, let me help her—I have some bandages nearby”

The girl presses her lips together as she seemingly considers the veracity of your words, a decision that was taken for her the second as she hears her younger sister cry in pain from the blow her knee received.

“Ok” She eventually agrees with a nod “But I’ll keep a close eye on you!”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way” You smile as she releases her sister from her harsh grasp and allows you to help her stand up, this way, you’re able to see if she has any wounds: which she does, right on her knee. Luckily, it doesn’t seem that deep, being nothing more than a superficial scrape, but still needed to be cleaned.

Unfortunately, you don’t believe you have any water in your possessions, and are ignorant of the location of any nearby restrooms. However, there is a clean pond just a few feet away and that enlightens you with a new idea.

“Follow me, I have to clean your wound so it doesn’t get infected” The sisters dart nervous glances at each other before simultaneously nodding and following you.

At the edge of the water, you roll up your sleeves and bend down to cup a handful of water and carefully apply it over her injured knee. You feel a drop trail down from your palm to your arm, but you give it no more attention. You’re completely focused on cleaning the wound, hoping to not hurt her as you lightly rub any remnants of dirt. She winces from the cold, but other than that, she does not complain.

“Can you bring me that box over there?” You look at whom you assume to be the eldest of the twins and she immediately does as instructed, going the extra step by handing you the box already open so you could just take out any of the bandages needed. “Thank you”

You take out a bandage roll and progress to thoroughly wrap her knee with it, tight enough to absorb the blood, but loose enough for her to move comfortably. Once done, you rip the bandage and seal it against it.

“There, it’s all done” you look up and smile at the teary eyed girl, who returns your gesture by giving you a short nod. You then stand up. “Does it still hurt?”

“No…” she mumbles while rubbing her left eye.

“Thank you—But we have to go now” The other adds as she swiftly grabs her sister's hand, legs more than ready to run away from you once more.

“Wait!” You’re quick to notice this, and intending to not let them go, you quickly reach out to grab her wrist, jolting her back into place “Don’t go”

She tries to tug away from your grasp, but sees no success in doing so.

“We’re not supposed to be here” She explains, but her words, far from serving as a concluding justification to let them go, only cause your curiosity to rise.

“Then…why are you following me?” you softly ask, hoping to ease their nerves and motivate them to stay.

“...We were…curious about Naoya’s wife” The wavy haired twin eventually admits, causing her sister to snap.

“Shh! Don’t say anything, Mai!”

“She’s asking us! And she helped me…it’s the least I can do, Maki” she pouts.

Mai, Maki . You repeat to yourself with admiration. They must be written with the same kanji’s, how adorable!

“...I guess” The one named Maki reluctantly admits “Still…we’re not supposed to be here”

“Why not? I promise not to tell” you wink, and Mai chuckles in response. “I’ll also tell you more about me if you tell me more about you”

“Anything?” Maki whispers through furrowed brows.

“ Anything ” you reiterate with a nod.

“How old are you? What’s your name? Are you really Naoya’s wife? Do you like him? Why haven’t we seen you around the estate anymore?” Mai takes your answers as her cue to release all the questions she’s been holding on from asking you—a sight that made you feel overly fond of her, and overwhelmed at the same time.

“Wait, wait—hold on” You giggle “One question at a time”

“You’re irritating her, Mai!” Maki lightly scolds as she crosses her arms—her demeanor reminds you of a young Ran when he tried to act all tough and cool towards you and your sister, but inevitably failed for he was too much of a softie to be aloof with his younger siblings.

“I’m not irritated” You explain “But…I would like to introduce ourselves first. I’ll start—I’m Y/N” you bow.

“Mai” The one with wavy hair and messy bangs bows next.

“Maki” the one with straight hair and straight bangs bows in conclusion.

“Nice to meet you” you add with a wider smile “Now…what do you want to know?”

“What I asked!” Mai reminds you with a cry, hoping to bask in your attention longer before you eventually move onto her sister.

“oh—well…I’m 18, uh…you know my name already. Yes, I am his wife. And do I like him…?” you trail off.

You’ve been told that it was never a good idea to discuss one's relationship problems with children for it can warp their image of those involved, but at the same time, the problems you had with Naoya weren’t what many would call… easy to digest . And certainly not something to discuss with these starry eyed twins.

But the silence you’ve left out could also be a type of response, one that could be interpreted as negative and you didn’t want to involve these adorable young girls into it…you urge yourself to speak, to lie and act as if you and Naoya are in good terms, however, Maki beats you to it and with a surprising answer no less.

“It’s ok” She shrugs indifferent “Nobody likes him anyways”

“Oh, wow” your eyes go round at her boldness and you chuckle, for you expected them to be more reserved when it came to expressing their feelings for the man that everyone seemingly respected—or feared?

Well, they were telling the truth when they said that the only two beings in this world that were absolutely honest are: drunkyards, and children.

It’s a nice change of pace.

“But don’t tell him that” Maki continued “He gets very angry”

Tell me about it . You think.

“Going back to your last question…You haven’t seen me because…well, I was sick. That’s the easiest way to put it, I guess” you shrug.

“Are you ok now?” You notice Mai's voice to be threaded with genuine concern, and it forces your mind to remember how terrible your future predicament is, but you weren’t about to go and tell them either. So, as you’ve done before, decide to lie.

“Yeah. I’m fine now—it wasn’t anything serious. Thank you for asking”

You were sure the whole incident with Naoya traveled around the estate faster than a wildfire, and the twins must’ve heard rumors about it by now, unless the adults made the great job of keeping shut whenever they were around.

If that were the case, then it was good to see that they at least respected someone , and who was more deserving of that protection than children, the epitome of innocence.

“I have a question now” you begin, intending to seek out what else they know about you so as to be prepared and avoid certain topics “How long…have you known me?”

“Since we saw you going around the estate with our mom”

Mom?

The only one you’ve been around with was Junko…and your staff. Haruko and Hitomi looked far too young to have a child of their age, and Mariya…well, maybe she could.

Junko was certainly older than your staff, she was without doubt the #1 suspect to be their mother…

However, her words cause another concern to surface, completely overwriting the importance of uncovering the mystery behind their mother.

“Since I was around…the estate?” you encouraged further.

“We saw you go to the cursed basement” Mai spills “Mom wasn’t very happy about it”

Wait—cursed basement?

“Wait a minute, you saw…” you began to place the pieces together.

Starting with how you encountered them today, coincidentally soon after you were inquiring about the paranormal successions you experienced that day, the thuds you heard, the sensation of being followed, the small hand you saw that looked oddly familiar to Maki’s now that you think about it—

“Wait, was it you girls that—”

“Y/N!” Your head, alongside the twins’, swirl towards the direction of the familiar voice calling out your name; your eyes gloss over with alarm, which became more evident in the girls whose body tensed up upon realizing the possible apparition of someone else. “Are you done stitching the holes?!”

“We—we have to go!” Maki grasps her sister’s arm and rushes to the opposite direction of where Junko’s voice was heard “Bye!”

“Wait, Mai, Maki!” You cry, arm shooting forward as you attempt to stop them, but once again, they prove to be faster than your reflexes “I still have questions!”

But you’re held useless when all you can do is stare at the halls as their footsteps seemingly vanish into thin air, the same time Junko finally steps into frame.

Too distracted with dealing with the lingering emotions of the twin’s sudden visit, you fail to notice Junko’s disapproving face upon noticing you standing far away from your duties, making haste to comment on your situation.

“Why are you all the way there?” she asks, confusion intertwined in her voice as she eyes your kimono. “And you’re…wet?”

You flinch, lowering your head to see your clothes, eyes landing on the edges of your sleeves which were slightly darkened and dampened, undoubtedly from the water you picked up from the pond.

“Oh…uh…I got…thirsty” you spurted the first thing that came into mind, earning Junko’s face of disgust as reward and an internal curse from you.

Real smooth, Y/N.

“What the…couldn’t you have waited to tell me you were thirsty?” She sighs as she shakes her head in disappointment and presses her fingers against her temples. “You’re lucky that the water we use for the ponds is clean! What were you thinking…you could get a stomach infection!”

“I’m sorry” you bow “I was just…really thirsty”

“...I guess we’re long overdue for a break” Junko concludes as she makes way to the clothes and thread box located on the engaway . She suddenly stops as she stares at the items for a few seconds, seemingly getting lost in them.

You think she’s judging your craftsmanship, lowering your guard, that is, until she finally voices her observation.

“Where is the box of bandages?” you run cold.

Fuck! Maki must’ve taken it with her!

“I—I…don’t know” you feel your throat constricting as you attempt to persuade the very observant Junko with a blatant lie. “Did you bring one to begin with?”

“Y/N…” she warns.

“I—I really don’t know, Junko-san. I haven’t moved from here” you shrug.

The atmosphere quickly grows awkward as she keeps her eyes fixated onto yours, almost as if the answer was hidden in them, and judging by her unmoving stance, it seems she’s an avid believer of this being the best way to get a response.

Your hands begin to tremble as seconds pass and she remains still… which begins to nudge you over the edge of admitting what had just occurred and breaking your promise you made to the twins of not telling anyone of their presence just to get out of this situation unscathed.

Swallowing, you take a deep breath as your lips begin to part, mind scrambling to get the right words to say—

“Hmm, I swear I did”

You hold back an exhale, for that gesture would’ve painted you far more guilty that you were already letting on.

You can’t believe Junko believed your words—you really didn’t expect that to work! She must’ve been too busy with something else going on in her mind, or has your pathetic overview finally given you an advantage?

“Pick up the things” Junko didn’t give you time to dwell on your new power as she proceeds to direct you onto the next set of tasks “We’re to continue later”

From that point forward, as you kept working on whatever Junko dumped on you, all that your mind could focus on is the improbability of seeing the twins again. You truly believed that to be the last time you’ll ever see them, but you were wrong.

For wherever you went, you would see them in the corner of your eye.

From observing Mai and Maki peeking over the walls, giggling to themselves once you catch them staring and immediately hiding away from your sight, to going onto the next level and hiding things from you and Junko, something that you found incredible amusement in, but the former could only see as irritation, you knew they haven’t given up on getting to know you better.

“Where is the soap?”

“I don’t know, wasn’t it in the sink?” You point.

“This isn’t funny, Y/N” Junko attempts to scold the nonchalant attitude out of you, but it’s for naught for you feel more prepared to hide Mai and Maki’s trail, and you confidently proceed to stand your ground.

“Where would I hide it, Junko-san?” You frown, trying to show the incredulous nature of her accusations “I’ve been with you all day, besides, my kimono doesn’t have pockets and to think I would hide it under my skirt and by my—”

“That’s enough!” She snaps back, a slight tint of pink on her cheeks “You don’t have to be so vulgar to prove a point”

You held back a snicker as you saw Maki holding the bottle of soap in her hands, waving it at you as if to show off that she was able to take it right from under your noses.

Their mischief had grown to the point that Junko thought it too tedious to continue dealing with, so she decided to call it a day and return you to your room (once you’ve eaten dinner) but not before informing you that whatever was left unfinished today was to be completed tomorrow.

It wasn’t something you look forward to, but due to your lack of say in these decisions, you simply bid her goodnight and made the promise of seeing her tomorrow at the first hour.

As you get ready to go to bed, you hear a pair of small pitter patters traversing outside on the hall and ceasing by your door, the same noise you’ve come to quickly recognize as belonging to the twins.

“Just slide the paper already, Mai”

“Wait, I have to write something!”

“Hurry up then, before anyone sees us”

“You’re making me nervous, Maki! Leave me alone…”

“Just hurry!”

After a few seconds, the sound of something sliding against the floor makes itself apparent, alongside a small white square, no bigger than 2 inches, finally appearing underneath your door.

You waited for the girls to leave before picking it up and reading its contents, but judging from their non-relenting presence, as well as their urging requests for you to read it, you wasted no second to read it.

In messy penmanship, suitable of a child, read the next words:

Thank you for not snitching on us, Y/N.

You smile.

“I made a promise, didn’t I?” you whisper in response.

“You could’ve told on us anyways” Maki counters “But…you didn’t”

“You’re different from what we expected for Naoya’s wife” Mai muses.

It’s a sentence you’ve heard many times before, but somehow…this time…it feels different.

Their words don’t have that sharp edge intended to reprimand you and limit your worth to a failure of a wife.

It’s a genuine perception, one that came from admiration, and perhaps…longing for a difference in their lives. A change that came in the form of your existence.

“Thank you, Mai. Maki” you thank them from the bottom of your heart, receptive to their kind words.

“We have to go now, but we hope to see you tomorrow” Maki yawns “Good night” the twins say at the same time.

“Good night”

Their footsteps vanish into thin air and you jump back to getting ready for bed. Once you hang the kimono in place, and slide yourself under the sheets, you find yourself in a similar position as in the early morning.

Today has been a mixture of emotions, from being humiliated, to surprised, to esteemed…you never thought your day would end like this.

To feel…admired in a place like this, and that feeling coming from 2 children who knew nothing of you, and even if they did, they still decided to get to know you first instead before allowing themselves to be influenced by the surrounding adults…

You felt almost foolish admitting you considered the Zen’in incapable of harboring something so…innocent, so pure inside their walls.

After all, you’ve been received with nothing but hatred from them, and constant reminders of the failure you were.

It was safe to assume that you simply…thought them capable of corrupting anything in their way.

You were glad Mai and Maki were that exception.

If the next day held the promise of seeing them again…then…it wasn’t all that bad.

For the first time since your arrival at the estate, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow to arrive.

#jjk naoya #naoya zen'in #naoya zenin x you #naoya zen'in x reader #naoya zenin #jjk fic #jjk x you #jjk smut #series: first it hurts—

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hardlyinteresting · 4 years ago

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Risks Worth Taking 2/2

This is the second half, part 2/2 of the story, thank you to everyone who has read it! Professor!Zemo x Student reader Part 1 here The reader takes Zemo’s philosophy class focusing on Machiavelli. Posted in 2 parts because it exceeded the textbox limit. Apx 3k words.

Warnings: student-teacher relationship (the reader is of age, no real focus on power imbalance), implied age gap, consumption of alcohol, implication that the reader is sleeping with Zemo for better grades (she's not) and of course let me know if you want me to add anything else!!

Week five, he is not shocked to find she’s once again the first one in class. “Good evening,” he greets warmly, unwrapping his scarf from around his neck as he makes his way to his desk. She smiles back, “I left my paper on your desk there, I figured I’d get the pile started”. He laughs setting down his coat and bag, “Something tells me there will be few submissions for this class”.

He’s right. Less than half the class bothers to show up. Most of her peers seem to be getting a head start on winter break, at least the class is quiet she thinks content listening to Helmut summarize the most recently assigned chapters, providing historical context where needed.

“Enjoy your break Helmut,” she says softly as he shuts the lecture hall door.

“You as well. Do you have plans?” She shakes her head, “No, just reading”. He smiles, “Then I am sure it will be a good break indeed”.

The cafe is warm and cosy. She settles comfortably into her favourite booth with her favourite book and a second cup of tea.

The bell at the front door dings as a man enters in a long black coat and leather gloves. Fancy she thinks to herself as he approaches the counter to order. It's usually other students dressed in sweatpants and hoodies, the man’s put together dress piques her interest. He orders and then she watches over the top of her book as he drops a $10 bill into the barista’s tip jar. Oh, well dressed and exceedingly well mannered. She can't help but watch him as he waits. Removing his gloves he tucks them into his pockets and unbuttons his coat, she swears she can smell his cologne from where she sits; it's incredible!

“Cherry blossom tea for Helmut?” The barista calls sliding the cup across the counter.

Helmut? It isn't. Is it? He turns after saying a polite thank you, and she can feel her heart hammering as he turns and she sees his face. It is. She's not sure why she's shocked, she did tell him about this place after all. Do I say something? She wonders, weighing the pros and cons, but her thoughts are halted when she hears his voice,

“Hello,” he smiles softly, “I didn't expect you to be here--I know you pointed this place out, but I wasn't--”

He's worried he's intruding. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“No, no. It's okay! I don't own the place-- did you want to sit? You don't have to--”

He chuckles as her nerves get the best of her.

Silently he sets down his cup shrugging out of his coat, putting it over the back of the chair before sitting down.

“What are you reading?” He smiles, trying to peak at the cover.

Again, after their initial stiffness, the conversation flows smoothly, just like it had in his office. After several warm drinks, and a couple croissants ordered between the two of them it’s grown dark outside. Neither had noticed the cafe empty out slowly over the hours, the barista cleaning up for the night until she clears her throat from behind the counter. They both turn to look at her, finally noticing how quiet the shop is.

“Sorry, we’re closing now,” the barista smiles sweetly. “Not a problem. I apologise, we lost track of time. We’ll get out of your way,” Helmut apologizes. The pair collect their things sliding back into their coats and gloves. Helmut waits patiently for her to be ready to go his hand resting gently at the small of her back as she slips out of the booth and past him.

Helmut stops and puts another bill in the girl’s tip jar.

“Sorry for keeping you,” he apologises again.

Outside the winter wind is cold against their faces.

“Are you hungry?” Helmut asks.

“I could eat,” She responds. “Ever been there?” Helmut asks pointing to the pub across the street. “I don’t know if it’s your speed. It’s not super nice or anything, but their food is decent,” she says honestly. He laughs, “‘Decent’ is better than what I can make at home by myself”.

She bites her lip thinking about it, does he want to spend more time with me?

“Okay,” she smiles as they make their way across the street.

Settled at a table, they wait for their server, she asks, “Was that a fifty dollar bill I saw you put in that tip jar?”

He shrugs, “Yes”.

He says that as if it’s normal, she thinks.

“I know you’re not from here, but you do know that’s a lot of money right?” “Yes,” he shrugs again, “But she made excellent tea all afternoon, she let us stay as late as she could and she was polite. And I have been here long enough to know that servers of any kind don’t get paid fairly. I can afford it, she deserves it”.

She feels the smile grow across her face, she considers gushing that he’s such a good person, but instead what comes out is, “I’m really starting to consider becoming a professor”.

He laughs, “I told you, it’s family money, not my facility pay”. God, that laugh, sets off butterflies in her stomach, the warm, genuine sound of his laughter.

He continues, “Before Sokovia fell, my family were royalty. I was a Baron there”. “I knew your name sounded familiar,” she sighs, “I remember hearing about Sokovia on the news. I remember your name, you were building orphanages and relief centres”.

He nods sadly, “Many of us thought we could salvage what we had left after everything. We couldn’t”.

“I’m so sorry,” she says, without thinking she reaches across the table to place a comforting hand on his arm. His hand comes to cover hers, so much larger than her own.

There’s a silence between them for one of the first moment since he sat down with her earlier at the cafe. But it’s not uncomfortable, it’s the opposite -- a silence of understanding, both parties knowing there’s nothing they can say to make things better-- they can only ruminate.

The peace is broken by a waiter coming to take their orders. “Do you drink Helmut?” She asks with a mischievous smile. “I have been known to indulge,” he confesses, his eyebrows furrowed. “Two shots of ?” she turns to look at Helmut expectantly. “Vodka,” he replies. “Two shots of vodka, and an order of cheese fries to share please,” she orders, “thank you”.

The waiter returns not before long, placing the drinks and food on the table.

She holds her shot glass up waiting for him to do the same. “Prost,” he says raising his glass towards her. “Cheers,” she responds clinking her glass into his before they both tip them back.

And that’s how their night begins.

It’s nearing midnight when they settle their bill, Helmut insisting he pay-- though she put up a good fight. “Can I walk you home?” He asks looking at her under the light of the street lamps. She nods, her face feeling warm both from his attention and the alcohol coursing through her bloodstream. Her apartment is only three blocks away, but time seems to slow down as they walk arm in arm through the freshly fallen snow. At her door they stop, she looks up at him, him down at her. Without a thought, lips meet. It’s not rough or particularly sexy, but she feels her knees go weak when his hand comes to cup her cheek, his other splayed across the small of her back pulling her closer. This kiss deepens and she clutches the lapel of his wool coat before they both pull away. “Sorry,” he mumbles. “Don’t be,” she sighs.

Then the thought hits her, “How are you getting home?” “Oh-- I was going to get a cab and go back to the cafe to pick up my car in the morning,” he explains. “Nonsense-- you can stay here,” she offers unlocking her door and stepping inside, he doesn’t follow. “Not in my bed,” she laughs flicking on the light, “I’ll set you up on the couch”. He steps inside.

In the morning he wakes to the sun shining through the window. It takes him a minute to orient himself remembering he crashed on her couch. He sits up taking a moment to look around the apartment, it’s cute. Books and textbooks and notebooks strewn about the place. It’s homey and inviting and every bit what he’d expect her space to look like. Carefully he grabs one of the open notebooks tearing out a page he writes a quick note:

Good morning, I find that I feel very sorry for having to leave before you wake. Alas, I have much to get done, and I do not wish to trespass in your home longer than needed. I am grateful for your hospitality, and even more, your company. If my memory serves correctly I must also apologise for making that advance towards you last night. It was ungentlemanly, and you are unquestionably deserving of much better. I hope you can forgive me, and that you might allow me to make it up to you. -Helmut

Week six.

“He should appear to be compassionate, faithful to his word, guileless, and devout.” Is written across the board. When she settles into her seat. She’s not early this week, rather just on time. Helmut notes the heavy rise and fall of her chest as she tries to catch her breath, he holds back a smile at the thought of her sprinting to his class. When the class is settled, he proceeds to hand back all of the submitted essays, now marked. He smiles as he sets hers on her desk, “Bravo,” he says quietly enough that just she hears it as he shuffles along to the next row of students. She anxiously flips to the last page, red pen scrawl reads 100%. Her jaw drops. There’s no way. She thinks back to the rumours she heard on campus at the beginning of the year, about how difficult a marker he is. Bullshit. Her blood boils, rage sizzling beneath her skin. She avoids his eyes for the rest of class staring down at her notebook as she notices the indents in the blank page-- indents left from where he had written her a note that morning. Her anger freezes replaced by the cold sinking feeling in her chest. All his kind words, all those moments shared-- did he really think she was just spending time with him for a better grade? What kind of handout does he expect to get from her? She scolds herself now for the little crush she’d developed-- how stupid could she be? The prince must appear to be virtuous in order to hide his actions, She remembers from her reading, a dagger to her chest as she thinks bitterly that she’s not shocked that the professor is practising what he preaches.

The class ends and he moves to collect his paperwork, sorting it back into his bag. She stays. “I’m glad you stayed behind,” he starts. “I’m sure you are,” she says sharply. Confused he puts his things down turning to face her. “Have I done something to upset you?” He asks seriously his head tilted to the side as he racks his brain for anything he may have done to make her so cross. Perhaps his note was not sufficient in conveying his apology? “Do you think I’m stupid? Or that I’m naive?” she asks arms crossed, “I’m not sleeping with you for a good grade,” she states firmly, sliding her essay back across her desk, “feel free to adjust my grade accordingly”. Is that what she thinks? His mouth goes dry, his mind and heart racing with all the different ways he wants to apologise, to tell her that she has it wrong. He approaches her, finally making eye contact with her, “Your grade will stay as it is. I mark all of my student’s work without looking at the cover pages. I have always strived to remain impartial. Your essay was marked no differently,” He explains calmly, “I would be wrong to say that I don’t hold any affections for you-- it is quite the opposite. I enjoy the time we have spent together, and I would like to continue to remain in your company; I hope to eventually find myself in your affections-- but none of this has any bearing on your grade. I am sorry that I have acted in a way where this was not clear”. Her throat clenches, oh. “I’m sorry--Oh my god--I’m so stupid!” her hand flies to cover her mouth. “You have nothing to apologise for-- I should be the one apologising,” he insists. She shakes her head standing to stand in front of him, “We’ve both been obtuse”. “I’d like to make it up to you. I’d like to take you out for dinner-- a proper meal. If you’ll allow me”. She nods her hand coming to rest on his cheek, thumb running gently across his cheekbone, “I would like that,” she says quietly, her eyes glazing at his lips, “But only after the semester is done and I’ve graduated”. “If that is what you want,” he nods understanding. She can feel him leaning in, her eyes flickering up to his caramel eyes and back down to his lips, his hand rests on her hip, but he waits for her to close the gap between them.

Last day of the school year.

She waits by the door to the lecture hall as he speaks to his class. She listens to the back and forth of conversing ideas from the students, her heart beating faster every time Helmut speaks. It takes a while for everyone to leave when the class is over, but he does his best not to make her wait too long, gathering his things as quickly as possible, he makes his way over to her.

“Maybe I should’ve taken this course, the conversation was much more lively!” She laughs. “Your intelligent thoughts would have been wasted here, my dear” He smiles shutting the door behind him, “your class needed a brilliant mind in it”.

The summer goes by quickly. Fine dining, nights in. reading during rainstorms. Nights of soft romance, followed by nights of passion. Pasts shared. Futures envisioned. In his bed the night before the new school year she rolls over to lay almost on top of him, laughing when he lets out an oof. “Old man she teases,” earning a playful pinch on the thigh from him.

She glances at his nightstand, a copy of The Prince laying there.

“And what are your personal feelings about Machiavelli anyway? You never speak about your own thoughts”

“You're so clever,” he laughs, “but you're right”.

He sighs pulling her closer. he tries to focus on his hand running up and down her arm, how soft her sweater is under his fingertips. He takes a deep breath before speaking, “every time I read it, my opinions change,” he confesses, “there was a time when I was young and stupid; thought I was invincible that I agreed with a lot of his ideals. Then I grew older, fell in love--I thought him stupid and lonely. I experienced an incredible loss--”

She squeezes his side as she hears his voice grow tense with tears, he swallows and continues, “and then I thought I understood him. I learned how to grieve and I thought him intolerable. In the end I learn more about myself than I do him”.

She smiles, “and have you read it lately?”

He nods kissing her softly, “I have”.

“And?”

“I learned to trust my instincts. To take the risks that are worth taking”

“You're kind of a sap,” she laughs, her face getting warm she buries it in his chest. Part 1 here

#zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #professor!zemo #daniel bruhl x reader #zemo #daniel bruhl #baron zemo x reader

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 4 years ago

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Words: 4,577 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria Warnings: Language, mentions of abuse, violence, sexuality, nudity, typical TWD A/N: STUFF. IS. HAPPENING! A/N: This is part of a series! Find the previous parts on the Masterlist! Summary: The Hilltop and Alexandria are well into preparations for the war against the Saviors, and someone goes missing.

Your name: submit What is this?

A couple weeks later

It had been an eventful couple of weeks. Alexandria and Hilltop were well into preparations for the first hammer blows to fall against the Saviors, but the Kingdom, the latest community Jesus had introduced you to, had just decided to join in the fight after shit went sideways. You and Daryl had stayed there for a few days to help before heading back to Hilltop. The biggest relief was finding Carol safe and sound, although changed from how both you and Daryl remembered her. You knew it was weighing on the archer, but there was simply too much to do to spend more time there and try to figure out exactly what was going on...

The intel from Dwight so far had been untested but consistent. He was keeping you all apprised of the Saviors movements and what Negan seemed to be focused on. There had been some concern after the discovery of the bodies that you and Daryl had been responsible for out by the survivalist cache, but the Saviors seemed to think it was a chance one-off skirmish with some other group and no more heat had come your way. Of course, Negan continued to pressure and terrorize Rick and Alexandria, but they had been able to keep him placated so far with supplies. But that wasn’t going to last forever, and it was almost time to kick the hornets’ nest.

The fine weather, moderate temperatures and ample sunshine, were in harsh contrast to the anxiety and worry plaguing you as you all prepared for a war that you were sure would result in heavy losses. That particular day, Daryl found you down by the armory, helping to sort and finish weapons that had just come from the blacksmith. His tall frame darkened the doorway, and although Daryl was well aware of how worried you were, you still always had a smile for him. He stopped and leaned on the table across from you, drinking in the sight. “Hey.”

“Hey. What’s up?” you asked, setting aside some broadhead arrows.

“Ya still wanna do that pick-up from the ammo cache today?” he asked.

You nodded. “I think we have to.”

He straightened up and nodded. “Yeah. I think so too. I’ll get the gear and my bike. Ya about done here?” he asked.

“Done. Let me just drop these few off to be sharpened. I’ll meet you down by the gate.”

Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod and headed to your trailer to collect the gear you would need. He was just about done, zipping up his pack, when he heard hurried footsteps coming up to the door, followed by urgent knocking.

Daryl spun and rushed to open it. Jesus was standing on the top step looking deeply concerned. “I think we might have a problem,” he said.

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Well, when was the last time anybody saw the little weasel?” you asked, pacing the length of the trailer anxiously. Maggie, Sasha, and Enid were gathered too.

“That’s what I mean. I’m not even sure,” Jesus said. “He’s just been holing up in his office drinking lately. By the time I realized he wasn’t around anywhere I couldn’t even tell how long he’d been gone.”

Daryl let out a low growl. “We shoulda locked his ass up. Guarantee he’s runnin’ off to find some Saviors,” he roared.

Jesus looked dumbfounded. “I never thought he’d actually try something like this. He’ll be lucky if they don’t kill him.”

You rubbed your hands over your face and shut your eyes for a moment. “It doesn’t matter. We can’t go back and stop him, if that’s really what he’s up to. The only thing we can do now is prepare for what’s going to happen.” You met Daryl’s eyes. “Our timeline just accelerated. We need to get word to the Kingdom and Alexandria ASAP.”

Daryl nodded gravely, a shadow over his narrowed blue eyes. “Did he know ‘bout that radio of theirs we’ve got?”

“No. He definitely didn’t,” Jesus said.

“Well, at least there’s that,” Maggie said. “I’ll handle gettin’ the volunteers here all armed and come up with a final defense plan. I’m sure they’re gonna be knockin’ sooner rather than later.”

Sasha shook her head, anger plain on her face. “I’ll set extra watches on the wall. Thank God we didn’t cut him in on our plans.”

“Yeah,” Daryl agreed, straightening up. “Never trusted the bastard. If I see him, he’s a dead man. We’ve got one thing goin’ for us at least. They’re gonna think we ain’t armed or prepared at all. They’re gonna think they’ll be surprising us, but they’re wrong.”

Jesus sighed heavily. “I’ll contact Rick and The Kingdom and then stay glued to that radio. If I hear anything, anything at all, I’ll make the rounds.”

You all had your plans and you watched as everyone cleared out of the trailer. Daryl turned to see you frozen and your face dark with worry.

He moved around the table and stopped in front of you, his hands reflexively landing gently on your hips. “Hey. This ain’t it. It ain’t over,” he said.

You nodded and met his blue eyes. “I know. That’s what scares me. It’s just starting. All the—all the death and destruction is coming. It’s like being on a set of train tracks with a locomotive bearing down and nowhere to go.” Your eyes turned downward, but not fast enough to hide the glassiness in them.

“Hey.” Daryl gently clasped your face and your wide eyes met his again. “Everything is gonna be alright.”

“You don’t know that…”

Daryl nodded and brushed a strand of your hair away from your face. “Ya. I do. ‘Cuz we’ve been makin’ these plans, and they’re all good. Smart. It’s like ya said. Timeline gets bumped up, but they ain’t winnin’. And I will do everything I have to, to keep ya safe. You and every one of our people.”

There was still some seed of doubt in your eyes, but your fear seemed to have diminished some and you nodded before looping your arms around his neck and hugging him against you tightly. Daryl sank into you, breathing in the semi-sweet scent of your hair and smoothing his hands over your back. “I’ve got you,” you murmured into the crook of his neck. Even despite the bad news, Daryl couldn’t help but smile.

“Mhm. And I got ya.” He was still bewildered by your constancy and how each of you seemed to carry the other when you most needed it. It was a give and take he had hardly known in his life. There were no strings attached, no deals or bargaining. You were just there.

The rest of the evening was chaotic as you rushed around preparing for what could come at any moment, but it was almost midnight and still there was no word over the radio that the Saviors were moving.

“If he went on foot, he won’t be anywhere near the closest Savior outpost until tomorrow. And that’s assuming he somehow manages to survive,” Jesus said.

You glanced toward the gate and the inky blackness beyond. “Closest ones we know about…” you said quietly.

Daryl shifted a little anxiously, your worry being his. “Jesus is right though. We best try and get some sleep while we can. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.”

You sighed, but Daryl saw you soften. “Yeah.” You placed a friendly hand on Jesus’ shoulder. “Wake us up if you hear a single peep over that radio.”

He gave you a tight smile and nodded. “You got it. Goodnight.”

“Night,” Daryl drawled, falling into stride behind you back to the trailer. He shut the door behind himself and simply watched you drifting about the space for a moment, getting ready for bed. You felt his eyes on you and paused, turning to read his expression.

“What are you thinking?” you asked the archer.

He shrugged and drifted toward you. “Nothin’. Tryin’ not to.”

You nodded and turned to face him, unable to stand the space between you any longer. You pushed the curtain of dark hair framing his face out of eyes and gently rested your hand lightly along his jaw. “You’re so strong, Daryl. Whatever else happens, I at least know you’re gonna come through this just fine. Hell, you’ll probably be the one to put Negan in the ground.”

“Hey.” He grabbed your hand in both of his, and marveled at how small and fragile it felt, despite how strong he knew you were too. “ What’d I tell ya? We are gonna be just fine.” He pressed your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it. You smiled at the forcefulness of his assertion followed by the tenderness of his action afterwards. “C’mon. Let’s at least try and catch a little sleep.” He tilted his head in the direction of the bed and you were eager to comply, falling down heavily with your head on the pillow. Daryl moved behind you until he could press his body against you. This time he was the one who moved until he could tangle his legs with yours. He draped an arm over your waist and his fingers tickled against the bare skin of your side, exposed by the way your t-shirt was draping. His hand suddenly sought more of that contact, pressing lightly, skin to skin.

You smiled at the sensation and your heart raced a little with him seeking that intimacy.

“S’this alright?” he asked softly, his breath tickling your ear.

“Mhm,” you hummed, smoothing your hand over the back of his and pulling him more tightly against you. You shut your eyes and breathed out your tension. You felt Daryl relaxing against you too, and despite all the fear and anxiety of the day, you both were soon fast asleep, feeling safe and like you were safely at home.

_ _ _ _ _ _

By the time the sun was up, you and Daryl were both awake and busy. And it wasn’t long before Jesus came striding up with a grave expression on his face, the radio in his hand. You felt your stomach twist. “What is it? Are they coming?”

He only nodded. “They’re moving out this afternoon.”

“To where?” Daryl asked gruffly. “Just here?”

“I think so,” Jesus said. “I haven’t heard any mention of Alexandria. But if Gregory did make it and did spill everything he knows, they’ll be heading there eventually.”

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you for a brief moment before you steeled yourself again. You brought forward the image of your brother in your mind. You thought of the workers trapped in the Sanctuary with no way out, of Negan’s ‘wives’, of everything he had done to Daryl and to you and countless others… And your fear and anxiety didn’t dissipate, but it took a backseat to determination and anger. You gulped. “Fine. Good. Let them come. We’re ready.”

Daryl felt a swell of admiration for you and he nodded. “We are. That’s what all these plans have been for.” He glanced back at you, knowing you weren’t going to like the next thing he was going to say. “I gotta go check the drop-off location. Dwight might have more info,” he drawled.

A shadow darkened your expression. “What? Now? Daryl, they’re headed our way!”

“I gotta check. It was the plan. He’d get us word if shit was kicking off.”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t like it. You’re gonna go out there? What if—what if you can’t get back in time. What if—”

Jesus seemed to sense that the two of you needed a moment. “I’ll go start spreading the word, get everyone to their assignments.” He rushed off, leaving you behind staring at Daryl with renewed worry.

“Daryl, you can’t—”

He gulped, admittedly not liking the idea of separating from you while you were all seemingly standing on the threshold of potentially the hardest fight of your lives. But he had to go. He had to check. What if there was information waiting that would save lives? What if the Saviors somehow had found out you had that radio and this was going to be misdirection? “I gotta go. This was the plan.”

“Fine, then I’m coming with you!”

“Nah. Ya can’t. Everybody needs ya here. There’s too much to do to get ready.” He paused to read your expression. You looked pissed. “Ya know I’m right.”

You were wrestling with another upwelling of fear. But this was Daryl. He was a warrior. And he needed to do this. It wasn’t fair for you to try and selfishly keep him behind the walls with you when there could be critical information waiting out there. You sighed and shut your eyes for a moment and nodded. “Okay… alright.” You pointed at him vehemently. “But you come back in one piece, Daryl Dixon! I mean it!”

He couldn’t help but smile a little at you. Your tone reminded him of so many times you had scolded him for ignoring an injury or being stubborn. He nudged his nose up at you. “I will. I’ll come back to ya. Promise.”

Your anxiety wasn’t relieved but you nodded. “Okay… Come here,” you said, your tone softened.

That was all Daryl needed. He paced over to you, chewing his bottom lip a little thoughtfully, and just waited for your touch. Your hands rested lightly on his sides and you looked up and met his blue eyes.

“I mean it. Come back.”

“Mm,” he hummed. “I will.” His arms looped around your lower back and pulled you against him. He watched, still amazed every time, as you shut your eyes and arched up onto your toes so your lips met his. Your kiss was gentle and soft at first, but he deepened it, tangling his fingers in your hair and relished the way your lips moved effortlessly with his, the taste of you and feel of you all he needed. When you finally broke apart, your eyes stayed linked with is for a long moment.

“Be careful,” was all you could whisper. Daryl nodded and slipped from you, heading for his bike by the gate. You crossed your arms over your chest like a shield, still feeling the ghost of his hands and lips on you, and watched his broad shoulders until they disappeared.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You purposely kept yourself so busy you hardly had a moment to think while Daryl was outside the walls. You were stocking ammo at strategic locations around Hilltop when Maggie came bounding up to you with a relieved smile.

“He’s back,” she said.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding since he left. You nodded and murmured a thank you, before glancing at the pile of supplies you were sorting. She laughed. “I got it. Go on,” she said kindly, taking your place.

You reached him as he was climbing off his bike and Daryl gave you a smile that made your heart jump. “How’d it go?” you asked, nervous to hear what info he had, if any.

“No problems. Couple walkers,” he said with a shrug.

“And nobody saw you? And you didn’t see anyone?” He shook his head.

“Not that I know of. I was careful,” he drawled. “Got somethin’ though.” His tone changed. There was tension in his voice and it made the gravel more pronounced.

You felt your throat constrict with nerves. “Okay. What is it?”

Daryl pulled out a small piece of paper, left in the agreed upon location by Dwight. “He’ll be here.”

“Negan,” you said. It wasn’t a question

Daryl nodded. “Mhm,” he hummed. He looked about how you felt. Determined, disgusted, and angry.

You nodded. “Okay. So, he’ll be here. So, what? Doesn’t change anything,” you said. Daryl was watching you carefully, worried with the realization that this would be the first time you’d have to see him since busting out of the Sanctuary. It would be like if his own father suddenly showed up at the gates. It would be understandable if you were a bit apprehensive or shaken up at the idea. But instead, to his continued amazement, you just looked pissed. Maybe you were trying to hide how much it was affecting you, but Daryl couldn’t see anything other than determined anger. He licked his lips a little nervously and nodded. “They ain’t comin’ to fight. This time. They’re comin’ to give us a chance to give up. Probably think that once we realize Gregory has snitched that we’ll fold.”

You scoffed. “Not gonna happen.”

Daryl glanced down at the paper in his hands one more time. “They’re goin’ to Alexandria tomorrow. Same thing. After that, they’ll get ready to fight us if we don’t give up.”

You nodded. “I guess it’s really starting then.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah.” He reached out and laced his fingers with yours. “But we’re ready.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

“I don’t understand why we’re here to chat instead of hitting them before they know what’s coming,” Simon said vehemently, matching Negan’s long strides as they approached the heavy wooden gate to Hilltop.

Negan turned a piercing glare to his lieutenant. “People. Are. A resource,” he growled. “Dead people don’t work for me, do they, Simon? They don’t gather supplies. They don’t work in the Sanctuary. They don’t do a damn thing except rot in the sun or feed the dead, do they? There is a goddamn good reason why I am in charge instead of you. And this is the last time I’m going to remind you of that. In fact you should be grateful you aren’t out on the fence after all of this was happening right under your oversized nose.” The look on his face was dangerous, vicious, his lip almost curling.

Simon hung his thumbs in his belt and averted his gaze down toward his boots. “Right. Sorry.” But he was biting back anger.

“Don’t question me again,” Negan growled, pointing at Simon with his trusty sidekick, the barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat he called Lucille. Negan of course knew that all of you inside knew he was already there, but he raised a cheerful sounding hello at the gate. “Hello! The Saviors are here!”

Two guards appeared over the top of the fence, glaring down at the convoy of trucks and assembled men. “Ah, there we go. Would you mind opening the gates and letting us in?” Negan asked, keeping his manufactured charm thick.

“We won’t be letting you in. Not today. And not ever again.” This was a new voice, and Sasha appeared over the top of the fence now too, her trusty rifle clutched in hand.

Negan laughed and grinned up at her. “Oh, I remember you,” he said. “Well, is there someone else here I could have a civilized conversation with? There are some very important matters that need discussing.”

“Everyone in here will tell you the same thing,” Sasha spat back at him. “And that’s ‘Go to Hell.””

There was a quick flash of rage in Negan’s eyes, like a lightning bolt, but it was gone immediately and replaced with another charming smile. He laughed loudly. “Oh, come on, now! I know just who you have in there that I would just love to talk to! WHERE’S MY DARYL AT?!” he roared. “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”

Sasha only glared down at Negan in disgust.

“Huh. Not very friendly, are they, Simon?”

“Not friendly at all, Negan,” Simon answered.

“I don’t know what you think you’re hiding back there,” Negan said, gesturing toward the gate with Lucille. “Because I have all the inside information I could possibly want courtesy of one of yours.” Negan snapped his fingers. “Dwight! Bring my best friend Gregory out here!”

Gregory was pushed forward through the crowd and Dwight grabbed his elbow and led him forward.

“You see, Gregory here has already told me that The Hilltop and Alexandria are working together. And I know that there are some more of you Alexandrians hiding out here while Rick the Prick is back there plotting my downfall with enthusiasm. But the thing is you can’t win. We are better prepared, and better supplied, and there are simply more of US. So, I thought we’d come on down here and give you one. last. chance. to do the right thing and fall back in line.” He paused and looked thoughtful, keeping up his charming, amiable act up until this very last part. “Because if you don’t, we will rain death and hellfire down on you. And believe me when I say that I do not want to do that. But I will.”

You and Daryl were backed up against the outer wall on the guard stand, right beside Sasha, keeping out of sight. But Daryl saw just a split second before you did it that you were barely keeping your anger in check.

“Y/N—Don’t—” he whispered harshly.

But you couldn’t just hide anymore. You stood up and peered over the wall, immediately meeting Negan’s eyes.

You were surprised to see that he looked surprised. “We’re not taking any more of your bullshit, Negan. You’re done. This is your last chance to walk away.”

But instead of responding to what you were saying, Negan was simply peering at you for a long moment before he resumed his usual persona. “You have got to be kidding me! Y/N? My wife is with you people?” He clicked his tongue and clenched his jaw. “Ain’t that just a kick in the crotch? And here I was thinking that you just took advantage of the chaos of my Daryl breaking out to escape again… You always were the type to get restless. But it seems maybe I need reevaluate that chain of events!”

Negan seized the back of Gregory’s neck hard and yanked him forward. “You know, it’s funny, because I specifically remember asking for the names of everyone hiding out in Hilltop and Y/N, your name, never came up,” he growled.

Gregory was shaking from head to toe. “I—I’m sorry! I got her name wrong! I didn’t remember—”

Negan looked like he was ready to strangle Gregory when your laughter broke through his pleading. Negan’s eyes shot back to your face. “That should give you some idea of the quality of information you’re working with from him. You might want to rethink things,” you said, leaning on the top of the fence casually, like you were discussing the weather.

You knew that if there was one thing Negan hated more than anyone defying him, it was being made to look weak.

He ran his thumb thoughtfully over his bottom lip as he stared up at you.

“You cocky little bitch,” Simon suddenly drew his pistol and pointed it straight at you.

You didn’t even flinch, but Sasha and the two other guards all had their guns to their shoulders and aimed right back at Simon.

Negan was furious as he turned toward his lieutenant. Simon felt Negan’s eyes like they were burning a hole in his skull and he waivered. Negan spoke to him through a growl. “Put your goddamn gun down. Now. I told you, she comes back to me alive.” Simon lowered his gun.

You felt your stomach twist. You weren’t sure whether Negan had meant for it to be heard or not, but the effect on you was an instantaneous, overwhelming sick feeling. You managed to keep your expression blank, but you knew that if Negan did ever get you back alive, you would be in for a fate worse than death.

Daryl’s hands landed lightly on your hips from behind and he gently pulled you slightly back, stepping forward, protectively putting his body in front of yours, glaring Negan down.

Negan noticed and it was like he suddenly flipped a switch back to his old persona. He grinned and chuckled. “Daryl, Daryl, Daryl…” He took in how close the two of you were standing, how Daryl was guarding you, and he realized… “So, what’s this? You two? You’re together? Really? Daryl, you and Y/N? I mean, I don’t know, but that doesn’t seem to make any sense to me.” He chuckled again as he watched Daryl’s chest heave with angry breaths.

“Wow. Alright. I don’t get it but, hey, some women like dumpster diving.” You watched Daryl’s entire body tense and you laced your fingers with his, resting your other hand on his arm, wishing more than anything that you could just shoot Negan in the fucking head right at that moment.

Negan knew what effect he was having on Daryl. He saw it. And he went on, grinning. “Did she tell you about all the things we did together? Dirty, dirty things…” He bit his bottom lip and cultivated a starry-eyed and vague smile on his face, remembrance. “And she is either a fantastic actress, or she was having just as much fun as I was, because I really didn’t have to do any convincing. I mean, she is good… I still dream about it and wake up rock hard…” he trailed off, grinning widely as he saw your face burning with anger and humiliation. You couldn’t help but be extremely aware of the fact that the entire Hilltop community was standing right behind the gate, listening to every word exchanged. You felt like you’d just been outed. Daryl shifted uncomfortably, his fist clenching.

“Oh my God,” Negan laughed, his eyebrows lifting. “Don’t tell me you two haven’t fucked yet?” He chewed his bottom lip, nodding, knowing exactly how much this was torturing both of you. “Oh, Daryl. You don’t know what you’re missing! This is some biblical level shit. I’m talking Whore of Babylon! I mean, really, you have no idea what—” But Negan had to duck as Daryl pulled his gun and fired a shot that whizzed just past his head and struck the truck behind him. Instantly, about fifty guns were aimed your way. The archer’s chest was heaving with anger as he glared through the drifting cloud of gun smoke. And this time when Negan straightened back up, the cocky smile and manufactured charm was gone. His eyes were dark and cold with rage. “Now, that—that was a mistake, Daryl.”

“Nah. You made the mistake,” Daryl growled. “And ya will pay for it.”

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britishassistant · 4 years ago

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@emyluwinter submitted:

It's me again and I'd like to write a few more points if you don't mind I want to hear more about the beautiful Uncle Divus.

His red car is parked at one of the empty intersections on a dark, late night. Crowley gave them experiment # Y26. The baby was fast asleep in the cradle in the back seat. Divus glanced nervously in the rearview mirror. Nervously tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, Divus tried to control his intense irritation and anger. His car was at the traffic light for 40 minutes, the green light has already lit up more than 8 times. - leave the baby under the bridge to go through all the hardships... What were you thinking, Crowley?! - Cruel swore. Divus hears a soft hoot from the baby. His expression softens. - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. - Divus turns and adjusts his blanket. A small, completely helpless and such a cute child. What did he deserve at the birth of such a stupid biological father? - you are not to blame for anything, baby...I promise you, you won't end up under the bridge all alone. - Cruel gently touches the baby's plump, rosy cheek with his fingertips. - not today, not ever. But what can I offer you? - Сruel frantically considered all the options he could do in such a situation. Putting them in a shelter was too risky. He will not give his creation to any outsiders. What if they treat them badly? Divus leaned back wearily in the driver's seat, running a hand over his face. - there aren't many options, are there, little one? It's more complicated than all the chemical formulas I know. - Сruel chuckled, and then it hit him. His sister. His sister and her husband really wanted a child, but they could not do it. A soft and sly smile blossomed on his face. - I think I have a solution! - Cruel said smugly, settling himself more comfortably in his chair, and immediately jumped in surprise as the baby began to sob and cry softly. - sorry, sorry, kid. Well, well.don't cry. I give you my promise, you will be in the most beautiful family, I am sure they will love you with all their heart. How can you not love such charm? And I'll be your cool, adorable, and unique Uncle Divus. I will pamper you with gifts for all holidays and birthdays. Cruel froze for a moment, realizing his own words. - Uncle Divus..hah..who knew that under such circumstances I would become an uncle. Divus chuckled and finally turned the car in the direction of the desired turn *** TWST Anita looks in amazement at her brother in the middle of night and the baby in the baby's cradle. - Divus are you serious?! She still couldn't believe it. - More serious than ever. You'll make an amazing mother, I'm sure of it. - oh...Divus.. Can I see them? - His sister curiously picked up the baby blanket and looked at the road-weary Yuu, who was dozing peacefully with his arms and legs spread out as comfortably as he could. - Of course. So...If you need time to think, I'll understand. - I agree, Divus. But I must discuss it with my husband. Will you stay the night?" And we'll give you an answer this afternoon. A heavy stone was suddenly lifted from Kruel's shoulders, and a glimmer of hope was all he needed. - I'll be happy to stay with you.

Over the weekend, Divus visited his Yuu. Such a good and intelligent child, full of curiosity and mischief. Let Crowley suffocate at the very thought that he missed such a rare opportunity to educate and see a child grow up. Although what the thought was, Crowley hadn't even mentioned the baby in so long. - Uncle Divvy? - Little Yuu looks with interest at the man in the housecoat and the glass of wine in his hand. - What's wrong, puppy?- Divus gently pats the child's head. Yuu quite calmly climbs on the sofa, although not at the first attempt due to inexperience how to manage his body, but Kruel melted at the sight of the child carefully climbs on the sofa, and then sit on his knees. Especially since this little brash child allowed himself to behave like this with the great genius Kruel, whom Crowley himself was sometimes afraid of because of his experiments. And this fragile child would climb on his lap without asking. After fiddling with his pocket, Yuu handed Cruel a small bundle wrapped in a child's handkerchief. - I brought you some cheese and a couple of grapes. Dad said you'd like the taste. Cruel had to take all his fortitude not to burst out laughing at this cute action. "Thank you, little puppy, but I think this small dinner will be just a small snack for me.

Yuu's nose furrowed slightly - Mom said you can't eat like a hamster before dinner. - And she's absolutely right. By the way I heard that you are already learning to play the piano? Yuu lowers her head in embarrassment. - Uh-huh...Only I'm still small and I can't reach the pedals at the bottom. Putting the glass of wine on the table, Divus lay down on the sofa and put the baby on his chest. - all in good time, pup. TEST Anita comes into the room. - Divus you accidentally not saw. M? - she sees that Cruel dozed off on couch and curled up have uncle on breast peacefully sniffed in its fist Yuu. A small sleeping idyll in all its beauty, peacefully dozing on the sofa. What Cruel wanted Yuu to have.

Years later, Divus always watches every report, every interview or article from Yuu and his cameraman Yuuken. He is a good guy and takes care of Yuu like a great friend, which was to the delight of Divus. - Today we will conduct an interview with you at the national museum to personally see the main exhibition of this year! - Yuu spoke happily and full of admiration on the screen. - Beautiful work. Amazing exhibits and the most interesting stories are waiting for you today! - Yuu is suddenly interrupted by the Poison Queen, who bursts into the exhibition along with her minions and lieutenants. - Behold the greatest beauty!! Yuu sighs heavily and gets annoyed. - Why, all of you!!I have a live broadcast here!!Pick up your Poison Queen plume and let me run the story in peace!!I waited for this exhibition for six months and begged the boss for two more months to hold the broadcast here!!!Come on!!Shoo-shoo-shoo!!Not today!! Yuuken from the side of it is not visible on the screen. - In fact, the Poison Queen, let's at least today without incident!! The Poison Queen was in amazement that they were talking to him like this - you two don't know manners and decency?!? Yuu and Yuuken - Get out of here and let the others do their work!! Cruel was choking with laughter on the other side of the screen. - still the same cheeky pup. I can do a lot of these little scenarios, to be honest. And thank you for reading it!

aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Soft uncle Divvy!! Being so proud of his little sassy experiment!! I love this so much!!

Thank you so much for writing more!! I am HONORED that this AU inspires you enough to write about it!!

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bruhlsbees · 4 years ago

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sweet disposition: 1/? || femaleprofessor!reader x modern!alex kerner

hi bestie hehe i’d like to request a little series for you, sub! a little jealous modern alex keener (of age) x professor! f reader (late 20’s) - shes an english romantic lit professor & her “love interest” is a film professor who is one of alex’s shared teacher. alex has a little crush on her, and knows the film teacher is after her. super fluffy, smut maybe??? u decide baby, im just so excited eeeeek!!!

summary: alex kerner is a senior film student and develops a crush for his friend, denis, english professor

pairing: modern!alex kerner and professor!reader

warnings: age gap (alex is 22 and reader is 32), wet dream, sweet sweet pathetic boy, nsfw, 18+, minors dni

word count: 4,387

a/n: thank you for the request @gotmadison ily sweet gal!! this will be a short fic series i write and will post probably throughout the coming weekend! :) please enjoy and if you have any requests or asks please send them in!!!

For Alex Kerner, a senior film student, nothing bored him more than the first day of a new unit. He knew what to expect - twenty plus slides about some dead, or borderline dead, director while connecting their life to the style of films they did and how it related to whatever political controversy was going down at the time. Alex knew that there was a reason for going into so much history to better understand the meaning of the films, but jesus did it have to drag for so long?

The auditorium that Alex’s class was held in was larger, although the class was rather small. There were maybe, at most, thirty students in his class, including him, which felt empty as the auditorium they were in was meant to hold almost double that. Alex didn’t mind though, of all the rows, he was the only one in the back, taking the middle seat - of course, the best view to see a film. He recognized a lot of the faces in his class, as it was a senior level class, but he didn’t bother to converse with many.

It wasn’t that he was shy, not overly at least, he just didn’t care to make friends. It was an afternoon class, he was just getting out of work to rush to his class, and far too exhausted to try and fake being friendly…hence him sitting in the back, all alone.

The ‘Authorship in Cinema’ course he was currently in was held twice a week - both two hours long. The first class of the week was held for lectures and the second class was held for the film screening. The university was just getting back from winter break, continuing into the last half of the semester. In Alex’s class they had finished their unit on Roman Polanski before the break and they came into the next covering Krzysztof Kieślowski. Alex was thrilled to say the least about not having to listen to his film professor rave on Polanski. Even after discussing Polanski’s case, his professor still seemed to idolize the man.

Alex was not fond of his film professor. He was a younger professor, maybe in his late thirties, early forties, and he seemed to praise the worst directors he could find. His name was Jaxon Thorne and was the staple image of a douche. He always wore faded jeans that were tight in the crotch, scuffed up sneakers that he always tried to pass as being cool, and a sweater with a scarf - even though they were inside. He truly didn’t get how girls liked the man. Alex wouldn’t lie though, some of his opinions were interesting, but the guy loved to hear himself talk, that much was obvious.

They weren’t even at the tenth slide yet when Alex felt himself beginning to doze off. Work had been busy today, fixing satellites and dealing with prissy wives and their drunk husbands. He was almost late getting to class with all the traffic that was on the highway. The last thing he wanted to do was attend class. It took everything in him not to put his head down and go to sleep right there. He had done it before, and that was a mistake he would never make again. Waking up to everyone staring and snickering while the teacher was hovering over you meant for a lasting effect.

But Alex just couldn’t take it, he was so bored with Kieślowski’s early work. The documentaries of everyday lives for city dwellers, workers, and soldiers could not keep his attention even if he wasn’t tired. He sunk down into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest, before craning his head to the side on his shoulder. His blinking became slow, desperately trying to stay awake and pay attention, but his eyes grew heavy, and before he knew it, his mouth was gaped open, drool slipping out of the corner of his lips.

He didn’t know how long he had dozed off for, but when he woke up he heard the projector screen zip up and the lights click on. Jumping slightly, Alex sat back up, feeling the stickiness of his drool on his face. With a groan, he wiped his face with the sleeve of his jean jacket before beginning to pack his things up into his bag.

“On Wednesday we will dive into his documentary, Workers, and discuss the censorship aspect of it. Come prepared to watch the screening and discuss afterwards. If anyone has any questions or comments, I’ll be staying after for a few minutes.”

Rolling his eyes, Alex pushed himself out of his chair, swinging his bag over his shoulder before rushing out the back door at the top of the auditorium. He couldn’t have gotten out of there fast enough to avoid his teacher from going off on an ‘intellectual conversation’ on their new unit. Barf.

Alex was happy though to finally be out of class and to enjoy his hour and a half break before his next class. He knew he should have been finalizing what project he wanted to submit for critique in his senior portfolio, but he needed something to wake him up.

As he turned the hallway, going to leave the building, he stopped by the vending machine and pulled out a crinkled bill from his pocket, pushing it into the machine before pressing the buttons to get a bottle of Coke. To his luck, however, the machine stalled, the bottle retriever getting stuck in front of the row and producing an obnoxious ‘whirring’ noise.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Gripping the side of the vending machine, Alex shook the machine roughly, rocking the broken vending machine back and forth until setting it back, sending a punch to the front of it.

“Woah, woah! Jesus man what did that vending machine do to you?”

Turning his head, Alex’s glare softened at the sight of his friend, Denis, approaching him. Denis, with his books still in his hands, tucked them under his arm as he stood in front of the machine, watching as the machine stalled with Alex’s bottle of Coke.

“The stupid thing got stuck! Is it too much to ask for a bottle of co-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the machine began to work again, grabbing the bottle and dispensing it below. Staring blankly at the bottom, his lips pulled into a tight line, Alex could only feel the embarrassment settling in - and it didn’t help to hear Denis laugh at how ridiculous he reacted.

“Oh my god, dude, you seriously need to take it easy. Did work kill you that bad?” Denis asked, watching as Alex bent down to pull out the bottle, standing back up as he began unscrewing the cap, guzzling the pop down.

Nodding his head, Alex screwed the cap back on before tucking the bottle in his bag, hiccuping at the carbonation before sighing, “Yeah, and it doesn’t help that I gotta go to Professor Dick’s class right after.”

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Denis nodded, listening to Alex as he vented, “Yeah, Thorne’s a real piece of work. But hey! Only gotta deal with him for another semester after this. Who knows, maybe he will knock a student up and ditch down?”

The fantasy would have been nice to come true, but Alex knew that it would stay just that - a fantasy. Thorne was a questionable guy, with interesting ideas and made borderline inappropriate comments towards the female students in all his classes…but that was just it, he could charm anyone he wanted, and that’s how he stayed around.

“Yeah, maybe when dogs walk on two legs…” Alex mumbled, pressing his knuckles to his eyes and rubbing the sleep out of them, a yawn escaping his lips.

As he dropped his hands down to his side, he felt Denis nudge him in the arm, groaning at the contact as he was too tired to have any contact, “You got class at seven right?”

Nodding, Alex blinked, a tired smile on his face as he smacked his lips, “Yeah…seven to nine, best time of day to have a senior portfolio workshop.”

Denis laughed at the sarcastic comment, mentioning that it could’ve been worse and be at seven in the morning than at night. Alex, however, couldn’t see how anything could be worse than an evening class after a long day of work.

“Listen, I got my ‘Romanticism in Literature’ class in a few…why don’t you come with me? My teacher’s pretty cool and I’m sure she won’t mind if you sit in. I’m in the back anyways so she probably won’t even realize. She’s got pretty bad vision I’ve realized. I think she said that her glasses don’t got the right prescription or somethin. She’s always runnin late and claims she never has time to put her contacts in.”

The detailed explanation of the professor’s vision made Alex laugh, shaking his head as Denis looked at him confused, cheeks red, “What? It’s what she’s told us! She’s always coming in late. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came in late this time around. She’s got office hours before class, so she probably gets held up with a student.”

“Sounds like you’re in love with her, is that right, Denny Boy? Someone’s gotta crush on the teacher? Ain’t that every high school kid’s fantasy? Get the hots for the teacher?”

Scoffing, Denis rolled his eyes at Alex’s teasing and shoved him in the arm, “No man, come on now, it ain’t like that. Look if you don’t wanna come I don’t care, but I gotta go before I’m late.”

Holding his hands up in defense, Alex trailed behind Denis, going back in the direction he originally came from, “Hey, hey, I was only kidding, don’t gotta get defensive. I’ll take along, hopefully I won’t fall asleep in this class. Why you even taking this class anyways?”

Following Denis into the class, the auditorium setup similar to the one he just came out of, except smaller, Alex sat beside Denis in the back row, watching as the class filled up, only a few seats not filled.

“I guess I gotta earn some more credits outside my degree, this was the only one that wasn’t completely filled up yet and it worked with my schedule. It ain’t too bad, she gives us a lot of free time to work.”

Watching as Denis set his bag down beside him, opening his textbook to where they left off the other day, Alex watched Denis prep for the class, the teacher not in sight. Alex figured that the teacher must have been running late, like Denis said she always did, but he couldn’t help but wonder how long it’d be before she even showed up.

Fifteen minutes after class was supposed to begin the front door ripped open, slamming shut seconds after while heels frantically clicked towards the desk in the front of class.

“Sorry I’m late! I got caught up with another professor. I hope you all enjoyed your winter breaks and are happy to be back. I know I’m thrilled to be back!”

The sweet voice caught Alex’s attention, his eyes pulling from his cell phone and to the front of the class where the professor had just walked in. He felt his mouth fall open slightly, catching it before Denis noticed his reaction.

He was expecting an old lady for Denis’ class, someone who was on the edge of death and smelled of cats. What he found, however, was someone the complete opposite. Younger, curvier, and the scent that filled the room when she entered was warm - like she just finished drinking a cup of coffee.

Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, bangs hanging low over her eyes, covering the tops of her crooked frames. She couldn’t have been all that older than him, maybe mid-thirties at max. He didn’t notice what she was wearing below, but the shirt she wore clung to her so well, the outline of her fuller chest displayed with her necklace dipping into her cleavage.

‘Good God, Alex, get a hold of yourself.’

Alex watched the professor, noticing her speaking although his lusted thoughts deafened his ears. He assumed she was asking how the break went and if anyone did anything fun because a few people raised their hands, a kind smile on her face as she listened to her students.

“That’s great to hear, Polly! You’ll have to show me the photos you took sometime. I have never been to that side of the country before,” Her head shifted towards the other side of the room, looking up at the higher rows. “Did anyone else have anything to share about their break?”

Denis’ professor sat patiently and listened to everyone who wanted to share, giving everyone the opportunity to discuss their breaks before she opened up her laptop to get started with class. Alex watched as she picked up the remote and pointed it to the projector box, the screen coming down beside her with her computer screen displayed.

Her home screen featured what he assumed to be her and some friends. He recognized a few of the people in the photo as they were also professors at the university - what made Alex turn his nose, however, was right beside her - in all his douchebag glory, Jaxon Thorne. Before he could make a cohesive thought, the photo went away and a slideshow on Mary Shelley appeared…and maybe for the better.

“Okay everyone! As mentioned in the email, we are gonna be diving into Mary Shelley’s novel Frankenstein for this part of the semester,” She began, her warm smile still ignited, chuckling lightly as some of the students up front became uneasy in their seats, excited for the novel, “I’m glad to hear we have some fans. Now, I promised that I wouldn’t give you any reading over break, but because of that we will be reading quite a bit over the next few weeks.”

The slide shifted to the reading guide and what chapters were due when. Alex watched as some students scribbled the due dates down while others pulled out their cell phones, snapping a photo before stuffing their phones away.

“For Wednesday I would like you all to have read the preface and letters one through four. Come prepared to discuss your analyses of the text and any questions you may have. Of course, I’ll have my office hours open tomorrow and Wednesday before class, but if there are any questions, you can send me an email and I’ll try to get back with you in a timely manner.”

The rest of class seemed to lull by, Alex’s gaze fixed on the professor that continued to go over what the last half of the semester would look like, answering the occasional question, before finally it was time to pack up and go. Frowning, Alex shifted in his seat, looking at Denis who was packing things up in his bag.

“It’s over?” Alex asked, eyebrows furrowed, a pathetic frown on his face.

Looking up from his bag, Denis smiled, nodding, “Yeah man, it is. Why? You fall in love with Mary Shelley?” Standing up, Denis pushed his seat under the table and shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, if it works for your schedule and you’re interested, maybe go up and ask if you can enroll. I don’t know if you’ll be able to with it being so late in the semester, but it’s worth a shot,” Glancing down at his watch, Denis sighed, “Look, I gotta run, but let me know how it goes, okay?” Patting Alex’s back, Denis rushed up the stairs and out the back door, fleeing the auditorium to get to his next class on time.

Meanwhile, Alex kept seated, watching as the professor talked with some students who approached her desk after class, laughing and admiring the editions of Frankenstein that students presented. Was this how professors could be with their students? Actually caring and involved? It seemed like Alex had poor luck with his own professors - either they were old as a bat and didn’t know how to work the computer, or they were a presumptuous dick.

When the students began to flock out, already discussing how they were looking forward to Wednesday’s class, Alex finally stood up, pulling his bag over his shoulder and making his way down the auditorium steps. She hadn’t noticed him as he walked, writing something down in her planner. As he stood now in front of her, he cleared his throat awkwardly, gaining her attention as she looked up, squinting before taking her glasses off.

“Hello,” he began shyly, adjusting the strap of his bag, “I’m Alex. My friend, Denis, he’s in your class.”

At the mention of Denis, she smiled and nodded, “Yes! Denis, nice boy he is,” She adjusted her position in her seat, leaning back slightly, “I-I’m sorry, are you in my class? I don’t believe I’ve ever see-”

“No! I mean, no, no I’m not in your class. I have a free hour before my next class and Denis invited me to sit in for this one,” He rushed, cheeks red as he realized how abruptly he had interrupted her, “I’m sorry, um, yeah I just came down because I really enjoyed your lecture today. I was curious if there was any way I could maybe enroll? I know it’s late in the semester, but I did enjoy today.”

The cheeky smile faded into a sadder, smaller smile. She chewed on her bottom lip before leaning forward again, crossing her arms over chest, accentuating her cleavage that Alex desperately tried not to stare at.

“Oh, I’m sorry Alex, but I don’t think I can convince the department to let you in this late in the semester. I love your enthusiasm with the course and would love to have you in my class, but I don’t think I can make that happen.” Her smile dropped to a frown when she saw the visible disappointment in Alex’s face before bending over to open her bag, pulling out a copy of Frankenstein, handing it to Alex.

Looking down at the copy, Alex opened the cover, reading what he assumed to be her name in the cover, before flipping through the pages, a weak smile on his face, trying his best to not look so pathetic in front of her.

“How about this? I probably shouldn’t, but if you want to sit in on the days you’re free, you’re more than welcome to. I’ll forward you the reading guide so you can keep up with us, but you won’t earn any credit in this class. Is that okay?”

His frown turned into a grin, looking up from the book, Alex nodded, his cheeks pink as his toothy crooked grin spread across his face, “Yeah, yes. Thank you,” Tugging down the front of his striped blue shirt, he cleared his throat awkwardly, looking down at the book before back up at her, “Um, so when are your office hours? Just in case I have any questions?”

Letting out a faint ‘ah’, she opened her notebook and scribbled some notes down, tearing off the paper and handing it to Alex, “You’re more than welcome to shoot me an email though if you need help outside of my office hours. Or you can call my office number, sometimes I answer it.” She admitted, her own cheeks going pink at the confession.

Smiling, Alex looked down at the paper and made a mental note to remember all that she had given him.

My email,

My office number,

Office hours are M&W: 3-5:15 and T&R: 1-2

Class takes place on M&W from 5:30-6:30

The smile she left on the page made Alex’s stomach flutter. His thumb ran along the smiley face before he looked up, thanking her quietly for the note. She was sweet, almost too sweet for Alex to absorb, like he was in a sugar coma and begging for more.

“Of course, it was nice to meet you Alex. I’m looking forward to seeing you in class. I don’t mean to run off, but I’m to meet another professor here in a couple minutes and don’t need to be lectured on being late.”

When she stood up, Alex’s face went hot. The flowy flower blouse that showed more cleavage than he had seen on a professor before was tucked into a tight jean skirt, clinging to her hips in all the right places, a thick black belt holding it all together. If it weren’t for the fact that he was right in front of her, he probably would have started drooling.

Packing up her desk, she stuffed her things in her bag, throwing her sweater over her shoulder before throwing her bag around her, moving around the desk to stand beside it now, looking up at Alex. He noted how she was shorter, the heels helping her with height, and how good her legs looked in them. Clearing his throat, he shifted his bag around him to sit in front of his pants, attempting to hide any possible pop-up in his jeans.

“If you’re free tomorrow, stop by my office hours. I’ll even buy you a coffee if it’s too early for you. I know you college boys stay up far too late. I can only imagine what your mothers think.” She teased, shaking her head and she turned and began to head out of the room, hearing Alex keep tight on her trail.

Turning off the lights and letting him leave first, she shut the door behind her and stood beside Alex, motioning towards the English department office, “I’ll see you tomorrow, or Wednesday, my office is the last one on the right. I’ll be sure to leave my door open!”

Nodding, Alex smiled and waved goodbye as she waved back, rushing down the hall and weaving through the students to get into the office. Letting out a sigh, Alex leaned against the doorway, processing his first encounter with the professor, the boyish lust grin stuck on his face.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Panting hard, Alex gripped her hips tight, his fingers digging into her plush figure, grunting as he snapped his hips into her from behind, her pillowed ass meeting him with each thrust. The sweat that built up on him was beginning to fall down face, trailing down his neck and chest.

Tangling his right hand into her hair, his left still placed on her hips, Alex pulled her locks gently, smiling at the sound of her wanton moan, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“A-Alex! Oh god, Alex, I don’t think I’m going to last. F-Fuck!”

Feeling his own climax build, Alex let out a shaky breath as he bent down craning his neck to kiss her lips as he continued to rut inside of her, his thrusts becoming sloppy and quicker.

The sensation became too much too quickly, his legs shaking as he kneeled behind her befo-

Jolting awake, the obnoxious phone alarm woke Alex from his dream, resulting in a now completely frustrated mood. While still on his back, Alex reached behind him on the shelf that rested behind his bed frame, pulling his phone up and looking at the screen, squinting to gain his vision from waking up, the bright screen burning his eyes.

When he unlocked his phone and opened it, prompting him to his email, his frown lit up and turned into a smile, seeing her name in his inbox.

Good evening, Alex!

I’m sorry this is so late, I’m finally getting back to my apartment and wanted to send this your way before I forgot. Here is the reading guide for the rest of the semester and that information I shared with you earlier in case you lost it.

I look forward to seeing you in my office tomorrow or Wednesday. I hope you have a good night! :)

Best!

Alex’s mood quickly shifted after reading the email. While he was disappointed that the wet dream he was having with her ended so soon, he was more than pleased to see that he had an email from her. Clicking his phone off, Alex tossed his phone onto his bed, sitting up with his hand behind him to keep him up.

His room illuminated a red/orange hue from the lava lamp that sat on his dresser in the corner of his room. Turning his attention towards the window, he looked behind the blinds to see the city life outside his apartment lit up, the sound of music coming from the club down the road and laughs from those partying.

Letting out a yawn, Alex shook his head and rubbed his face, shifting his legs before stopping quickly, feeling the mess in his boxers. Looking down, Alex groaned seeing the stain in his boxers, pressing his hand to feel the wet spot before sighing, standing up. He pulled his boxers carefully off, tossing them into his laundry basket before making his way into the bathroom to clean up.

When he entered the small bathroom that was connected to his room, he hissed at the bright light as it came on, looking at himself in the mirror. His hair was tangled up, sticking out on the sides and his eyes were squinted, too tired to open them fully. Shaking his head, Alex climbed into the shower and started the water, the cold water hitting him both waking him up and cooling himself down.

He was absolutely and pathetically smitten over her. There was no doubt about it. Since leaving her class, the only thoughts that occupied his mind were of her. He had already planned out what he would wear tomorrow when he went to her office hours. It was pathetic, truly, with how quickly he was letting the woman ruin him. It was ridiculous to say, no doubt, because what would happen between them? Nothing. Not a single thing would come between the two other than a conversation about Frankenstein, maybe a personal question here and there.

Or so he thought.

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smutsonian · 5 years ago

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unlawful professor

Pairing: Dark!Peter Parker x Professor!Reader

Summary: reader has to deal with the obsession one of her students got for her

Warnings: dark fic, teacher x student, noncon/dubcon smut, violence, injuries, manipulation, blackmail, obsession, stalking, not proofread, please don’t read if you’re not into it and please do proceed with caution :))

Word Count: 5k

an: to that anon who asked for a prof reader x p parker, here ya go ;)) i also realized that this sounds like that stalker bucky drabble i wrote back then but what the heck fuck it. i suck at smut so yeehaw mfkers

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Professor Y/L/N was grading papers on a late afternoon in her office when a knock sounded from the door. She didn’t hear it at first because of the focus she currently had on the essay she’s grading but when the knock came again, she looked up and shouted a soft ‘come in’ towards the faceless knocker.

Peter Parker came in with his usual friendly yet shy smile. His shoulders were stiff and his head was tilted downward as if it’s a crime to visit his professor at that time. “Mr. Parker! What can I help you with?” she points at the chair in front of her desk, motioning for him to take a seat with a friendly smile. A smile that he always loved, a smile that he’ll forever love and he’ll do anything to wake up to that smile every single day. He wants to be the reason for that smile. He wasn’t that much younger than his professor. It’s also his last year so the idea of them being together wouldn’t be that taboo. He’ll have her sooner than later.

“Peter?” her soft voice interrupted his thoughts and he felt his heart flutter at the genuine look of worry that appeared on her face. Another trait he loves about her. So thoughtful and caring. He could give her the same thing if she’d just let him.

“Umm… yeah. Sorry for interrupting you but I just wanted to ask about the essay I submitted. I didn’t have much time to write it so it might seem a bit rushed and senseless,” he lets out a sad sigh before looking up at her thoughtful eyes before continuing. “I just wanted to ask if there’s a way I can fix it? I can do some extra work for extra credits. I just don’t want it to affect my final grade. I totally understand if you refuse tho—” he was rambling at that point and the professor cut him off by reaching across her desk and grasping both of his shoulders with her small hands before shaking him gently. “Relax, Peter. You’re not interrupting anything. As for your essay, I’m currently reading it and it’s not as senseless as you say it is and it doesn’t seem rushed at all. Don’t tell anyone I said this but this is the best essay I’ve read so far,” she gives him a cheeky smile and a wink before handing him the paper that had a huge red letter ‘A+’ on the upper right corner of it.

Peter sat frozen on the chair. From the moment she touched his shoulder up to the moment that their fingers brushed when she handed him his paper, not to mention the wink she just gave him. He couldn’t believe what he’s seeing right now. Is she flirting with him? Not being able to hold back any longer, he shoves the paper inside his backpack before lunging towards her and grabbing the back of her neck to gently push her towards his face.

“Peter—” she was cut off by his lips pressing against hers in a hungry kiss. Her hands found their way back to his shoulders, trying to push him away but he was stronger than her and the grip on the back of her neck just got tighter. Peter moaned through her lips as he plunged his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her. The whimper she let out went straight towards Peter’s cock. He grinds his hips against her desk and this time, she was able to push him off.

Her eyes were wide and terrified as she watched one of her students in front of her with reddened and plumped lips staring back at her. He tries to walk around the desk and towards her but she steps away and raises an arm as if to keep the distance between them. “Mr. Parker, that was very inappropriate. We could both get in big trouble and you’re almost done with college, you wouldn’t want to—” she was cut off by Peter slamming her hand down her desk, producing a loud bang to echo around the office.

“I don’t care about any of those things! Y-you like me! Maybe not as much as I like you but there’s something between us! I can sense it! Tell me you do too!” he quickly reached out for her wrists, pulling her closer towards his chest. She struggles in his grasp as she tries to pull her hands away from him. “Keep your voice down, Mr. Parker. You’re out of your mind—”

“You flirted with me!” he hisses, eyes becoming glossy every moment that passes by. “Y-you touched me, gave me a suggestive smile, and even winked at me! You clearly have feelings for me too!” his voice sounded like a child begging for something.

The professor’s eyes widened in shock and terror. The way he announced her actions towards him a few seconds ago was exaggerated and tampered with to make her sound like a child molester. He made her sound like she was seducing him when all she did was be friendly towards him to help him calm down from his upcoming panic attack due to his unending rambling.

“You got it all wrong, Mr. Parker—” she starts but gets cut off by a now fuming Peter Parker.

“Will you stop fucking calling me that?!” his eyes were dark as he stared down at her but it softened when he saw her flinch at his actions.

“Please stop calling me like that. Stop acting as if I’m just another student. Please don’t act like you weren’t making moves on me.” he breathes heavily and desperately reaches for her hands once more. The professor’s eyes popped out of its sockets as her student mentioned another jab at her innocence. She was certainly not making moves on her. He’s manipulating the story and they both know it.

“I’m afraid I no longer have time for this nonsense. I’ll have to ask you to leave, Mr. Parker.” when he didn’t make any effort to move, she slammed a binder down her desk before motioning towards the door.

“Now!”

After that incident with Peter Parker, Professor Y/L/N didn’t get to see the said student again. Even if he failed to attend the remaining classes before graduation, he’ll still be able to pass because of all the previous marks he’s got in her subject. She didn’t even know why he took up her subject. He was taking biophysics and she teaches literature. Remembering the incident that took place a few weeks ago, she somehow had an idea as to why a biophysics student was taking her classes.

She couldn’t deny that she was thankful for his absence because it gave her relief and time to think. It also gave her the sense of safety from his manipulation and somehow the blackmail he’s got on her. It’s not really valid blackmail but she didn’t like the idea of having to talk to the authorities about it. She didn’t appreciate inconveniences.

Seems like luck isn’t on her side because as she was walking home from a late night at the office, a knife found its way towards her side as an arm looped its way across her neck. “Make a sound and I’ll plunge this knife deep into your fucking skin,” the knife pressed harder on her side and she lets out a whimper in pain. “Now be a good little lady and hand me your bag,” he didn’t even wait for her to hand it to him as he already plucked it out of her grasp. He pushes her away from him and she sighed in relief until he reaches for his back pocket before pointing a gun at her.

“Wouldn’t want you to tell the cops about me now, do we?” he cocks the gun before grinning at her terrified and tearful eyes. Well, so much for not liking inconveniences.

A small whipping sound was heard and she watched as a bunch of what seemed like white goo stuff stuck its way towards the barrel of the gun before flying out of the perpetrator’s hand.

“Pointing a gun at an innocent lady isn’t nice, dude,” a flash of red whips past her peripheral view before soft thump land in front of her and the back of spiderman himself fills her vision. He skillfully dodges the man’s jabs with the previous knife before stealing it with his web slingers as he did with the gun. He easily knocks the guy out with one punch. The hero turns around to face the professor before handing her bag back.

She managed to whisper a quiet thanks before gasping when he grabs a hold of her waist in a gentle manner. “Fuck! You’re bleeding!” he says through his mask, making you look down at your white blouse only to see a patch of red liquid staining it. That douchebag actually managed to penetrate the knife deeper than she thought. Her vision darkened at the sight of her own blood and she stumbled towards a nearby wall for support. The hero was quick to help her, moving an arm around her back before bending down to grasp the back of her knees to lift her up.

“Hold on. Stay awake for me, please. I’ll take care of you,” his voice was somehow familiar but she blamed it on the loss of blood she’s currently experiencing. A situation that she was somewhat thankful for because if she wasn’t trippy from the loss of blood, she would be freaking out because spiderman was swinging through buildings while her arms were absentmindedly gripping around his neck for dear life. She didn’t get to see much more because she found herself being lulled to sleep by exhaustion.

The hero looks down at her before cursing under his breath. “Shit! We’re almost there. Please, just hold on a little longer,” he curses as he felt her grip around his neck loosening. He uses one hand to support her weight and pulls her body closer against his, avoiding her wound as much as possible and using his other arm to swing them both through the buildings.

The professor felt pain before she could even open her eyes. She lets out a grunt before trying to sit up when a pair of hands helped her up. Her eyes widened in realization as she remembered the events before she passed out. Her eyes were met with white ones as she came face to face with spiderman. She looks down to see her side patched up and bandaged. She looks back up to her hero before whispering out a ‘thank you’ with a shy smile and turning her face back down to inspect the bandage.

She felt a soft touch under her chin before coming face to face with the hero once more. “You really scared me there, Y/N,” his voice fills the small space between them and her eyes widened at the sound of her name coming out of the hero’s mouth. “Y-you know who I a-am?” she stutters as her eyes flickered towards the hero’s other hand that was reaching under his mask.

The professor tries to look away but her face was kept in place by the hero’s hand as he continues to lift his mask up with his other hand. “What are you doing?” her smooth small voice asks and his heart palpitates at being able to hear her voice again. “I’m showing you that I trust you and I want you to trust me as well,” he continued to lift the mask off until his face was no longer a secret.

“P-peter?” she stared gawked at him and he looked at her with a big smile on his face. “You don’t know how happy you make me feel by simply saying my name,” he moves the hand that was on her chin to caress the side of her face. “You don’t know how scared I was when you passed out on my arms. I could never forgive myself if something worse happened to you,” he leans in to press his forehead against hers.

“Peter, this is wrong. I’m your professor,” she pulls his hand away from her face before standing up and walking a few steps away from him, an action that made him frown. “Why do you think I stopped going to your classes?” he stands up to walk towards her, reaching for her hand as he did back at her office. “I figured that you were holding back from me because you couldn’t bear the idea of being taboo but you see—” he pushes her gently until she the back of her knees hit the bed, forcing her to plop on the bed. “I’m no longer taking your classes so that means I’m no longer your student! There’s nothing else in the way!” his face was cheerful as a kid opening presents on Christmas but the professor’s reaction was the opposite of his.

“T-that doesn’t count. This is still wrong! This is just a stupid crush!” she was getting frustrated with his lack of understanding and it was really starting to show. Peter’s cheery face turned into a frown as well. “You know, I really don’t appreciate it when you shout at me. I let it pass the first time when you did back in your office but now? Now you’re just being really rude. I also don’t appreciate how you’re belittling my feelings for you. I fucking love you and you’re about to learn that. You know, you should be glad that I didn’t report your advances on me. Imagine how the dean would react when one of his pride and joy was being seduced by one of his professors?” he smirks at her reaction, eyes wide in disbelief along with horror at his words. He leans down towards her face before brushing her hair away from her face.

“If I wasn’t following you around to make sure you’re safe all the time, a bullet would’ve pierced through your head,” he brushes her forehead gently before smiling at her and raising an eyebrow. “If that isn’t true love then I don't know what is,” he raises an eyebrow when she shakes her head. “You’re not thinking straight, Peter. You can’t love me! Y-you’re just confused. Me being here isn’t right! I can’t be here!” she tries to stand but he pushes her back on the bed with a little bit of force this time.

“I told you how I don’t appreciate you shouting, Y/N,” his voice was taunting as he gently pushed on her shoulder until her back was pressed against the mattress. He crawls up her body until his elbows are pressed on the sides of her head. “I also hate it when you keep saying how my love for you isn’t real. It’s fucking real! I know that because I’m the one feeling it!” he shouts at her face leaning down to press his lips against her. She pushes on his chest but when he refuses to pull away, she bites his lip hard enough to make him pull away. Peter sits up before wiping the blood off his lips. “Not gonna lie, that was hot as fuck!” her eyes grew when he leaned back in for a kiss, immediately forcing his tongue inside her mouth and making her taste his blood through the kiss.

Peter carefully reached for the buttons of her blouse and started unbuttoning them one by one. It was a bit hard for him because his professor was squirming under him and pushing on his hands as much as she could. “Don’t move too much, you’re going to reopen your wound!” he smacks her hand away before gripping her shoulders and pushing her against the mattress. “Don’t do this!” she cried out as she watched his eyes get darker as his pupils dilate. His hands found its way to her face, his palm covering both her nose and her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. “I don’t know how many times I should tell you that I don’t like it when you shout at me so I’m going to teach you a lesson. Isn’t that cool? You used to be the one teaching me a lot of things but now, I’ll be the one to do so!” he laughs before pressing his palm harder against her face. “If you keep on shouting, I would have to cover this pretty mouth of yours and I don’t like doing that because I love seeing your whole face but if you keep shouting at me, I wouldn’t have a choice,” he watches her eyes as it starts to tear up and kisses the ones that decided to fall.

Her hands were scratching his arms, silently begging for a chance to breathe again but he didn't budge. When her attempts to pull his arms away gets weak, he softens his hold against her so she could take a few breaths only to be stopped by his hardening grip against her face again. Her feet were going wild under his weight and her arms were scratching harder on his arms. Making a swift motion towards her hands, Peter had her wrists stuck to the headboard with his spider webs in a blink and he grins when he finds her completely frozen under him.

“Isn’t this so much better?” his grin turned into a frown when he saw her face covered with tears, making him breathe out a sigh. “Do you promise not to shout at me again?” he looks at her with hopeful eyes, eyes that she used to think of as innocent and beautiful brown orbs but now they are going to be the eyes that will forever haunt her.

She nods eagerly against his hold, making his face shine in adoration before lifting his hand away from her face. She gasps for air while Peter strokes the side of her face gently. “Such a good girl,” his voice was filled with so much love that matches the glint in his eyes. “I promised that I’ll take good care of you and I’m going to do just that,” he wipes her face clean before maneuvering her body carefully until she was no longer wearing her blouse.

Peter leaned down to kiss over the bandage carefully before moving to kiss the spot under her bra. His hands gently massage her breasts over the bra before moving towards her back, gently lifting her up and skillfully unhooking her bra and tossing it to the side. He leans down to press a wet kiss on her right nipple while he massages her left one, pinching the nipple teasingly until they were erect. He repeats the motion with the other one before looking up at her to see her watching his every move. He moved up so he was kissing her lips again, moaning in delight when he felt her lips moving against his.

The professor couldn’t do anything but watch as Peter peppered her skin with kisses. He made it clear that he could ruin her career with just a snap so she decided to give him what he wanted and kissed him back, earning a low moan from him. Her only thought was the faster he gets what he wants, the quicker this nightmare would end.

One of Peter’s hands made its way under her skirt, running his fingers on the inside of her thighs before moving her underwear to the side and running a finger up and down her slit. “Hmm, so fucking wet for me,” he mumbles against her lips. He wasted no time in inserting a finger inside and curling it every time he would pull it out before inserting it again. He smiles through the kiss when she starts grinding her hips against his fingers when he adds another finger. He watches as her eyes start fluttering when he starts rubbing her clit with his thumb.

He swallowed her moans and grunts when he felt her clenching around his fingers. “Cum for me,” he hisses against her lips and pulls away from the kiss to watch her reaction as she releases her first orgasm. Her eyes were slammed shut while her mouth was slightly open. Her back arched under him while her legs shook in delight. “Such a pretty sight,” he smiles at her before moving away from her to stand in front of the bed.

Mind still foggy from the orgasm, she waits for him to do something but he continues standing at the end of the bed, watching and observing her. She wanted to cover herself so bad but her wrists remained stuck on the headboard. She watches in anticipation as his fingers start pulling her skirt down at a very slow pace followed by her underwear. Completely naked in front of him, he gets on his knees and carefully places her legs on her shoulders, his head in between her legs. He starts placing wet kisses on her skin, from the inside of her ankle to the inside of her thighs. He admires the goosebumps on her skin before placing a kiss on her sensitive bud.

Her body jumps at the sensation of his tongue licking their way up her wet slit. His soft laugh causes air to hit her sensitive cunt making her gasp at the feeling. He starts lapping on her wet cunt, groaning in delight at the taste of her juices. “Taste. So. Fucking. Sweet,” he says in between kisses and laps on her slit. She loses control of the situation and starts bucking her hips up against his mouth, begging for more and that’s exactly what he gave her.

He inserts a finger while his tongue works its magic on her clit, adding another finger inside when he hears her wanton moan above him. His fingers were making wet and sloppy noises while his tongue made slurping noises against her clit. He felt her hips spasming and before he knew it, his face was wet with her juices. She let out a cry when his tongue slurped all of her juices, licking one last swipe on her slit before pulling away.

She feels a wave of embarrassment when she sees his chin glistening with her wetness and tries to look away but Peter was quick to get on top of her, gripping her chin gently to make her look back at him. “You’re fucking amazing and don’t you ever be embarrassed about it,” he kisses her lips hungrily, making her taste herself in his lips and shoving his tongue down her throat. “See? You taste so fucking delicious,” he pulls away, his voice was hoarse against her mouth, reminding her of all the things he’s done to her.

She knew he was far from getting what he wanted and she was proven correct when he situated himself between her legs before pressing a palm on his chest, making his suit fall limp on his body. He quickly steps out of the suit as he rubs his hard cock with one hand while the other hand places itself gently on her hip, pinning her body down the bed. He rubs his tip up and down her slit, mixing his precum with her juices before moving the tip to tease her clit.

The professor gulped as she felt his tip pressing against her opening before slowly slithering in only to be pulled out once the whole tip was inside her cunt. He continued to do this for a while before he couldn’t anymore, the veins on his cock were pulsating so hard, begging for him to find his release. He leans his face down to her face, pressing a kiss on her forehead and wiping some of her hair away from her face with his free hand. He places a soft kiss on her lips before plunging his hard cock inside her to the hilt, shushing her with another kiss when she hissed in pain. “I got you. Don’t worry, I got you,” he says against her lips, staying in place to let her adjust to his size when all he wanted to do was ruin her tight pussy that was currently clenching around him but he wanted her to feel great. He wanted her to love and enjoy every moment of this so he waited.

When her body started to relax against him, he pulled out before bottoming out once more that earned a loud wanton mewl from her. Grinning at her reaction, he continues the slow pace, savoring the feeling of her walls around his cock. He feels her grinding against his hips and mumbling words under her breath. “What is it? I can’t hear you,” he grins at her face. “P-please go faster,” she says a little louder and he beams at her words before slamming his hips against hers at a devious speed. The sounds of skin slapping each other fills the room and Peter moves his lips to her neck, licking and sucking and nipping at the skin until she’s a moaning mess underneath him.

“You love this? Tell me you love feeling my cock ruin this gorgeous tight pussy of yours,” he sucks harshly at the skin on her neck before pulling away to wait for her response. She looks at him with tearful eyes before nodding eagerly. “Y-yes. I love it so much!” she yelps when he places one of her legs on his shoulder before slamming into her at an even faster speed, fishing for another orgasm from her.

“Fuck!” Peter groans in pleasure when he feels her clenching tighter around him. He doesn’t let his pace waver, determined to make her cum around him. He reaches for her clit before rubbing it with a vigorous speed that earned a loud wail from her. “That’s it, Y/N. Cum for me. Please, please cum for me,” he pressed on her clit before letting out a shout when she finally cums around him, strangling his cock with her walls.

She feels her vision darken from another orgasm. Her back was still arched when she started to come down from her orgasm but Peter’s thrusts weren't stopping. He continues his penetration, grunting here and there at the feeling of her cunt pulsing around him. His elbow fell beside her face and he was looking at her with glossy eyes, begging for something. She soon finds out what it is he’s begging for when she feels his fingers on her clit once more. She tried to tilt her hips away from him but was stopped by his hand gripping his hip and pushing it down the mattress. “Just one more, please. Cum for me one last time,” he pants above her face before moving his hand back to her oversensitive clit and rubbing on it at a normal speed. It didn’t take long for her to build up another orgasm because she was already sensitive from her previous orgasms and he could feel her getting close because her walls were starting to flutter against him.

“That’s it. That’s it, Y/N. You’re doing so good for me,” he continues slamming his hips into hers and in no time, she has reached yet another orgasm. “Fuck fuck fuck. FUCK!” his eyes slammed shut as he slams his full length deep inside her cunt before spilling inside of her. He gives a few more thrusts, making sure that she’s got all of his cum before falling beside her carefully so as to not hit her wound.

He stares at her tired face and watches as her eyes slowly fall shut, falling asleep from exhaustion and he couldn’t help but smile at the view. He presses a wet kiss on her forehead before pulling her closer to his chest and falling asleep as well, his cock slowly falling limp inside her.

The professor was shaken awake by a smiley Peter who was staring down at her. “Hey there, sleepyhead,” he says in a teasing tone before bending down to press a kiss on her lips and helping her stand from the bed. “Let me check on this real quick and then we can eat the breakfast I cooked for you. Does that sound great to you?” he kneels down in front of her, fumbling with her bandage before looking up at her with a raised eyebrow. She nods absentmindedly before watching him stand up after checking on her wound. He helps her put on a shirt that was probably his and a pair of sweatpants. He stepped a few steps away from her before grinning at her. “You look really cute in my clothes. Comfy really looks pretty on you,” he blushes before taking her hand and leading her out of the room and into a kitchen.

She was enveloped with the sweet smell of pancakes and she finds herself being gently pushed down on a chair while Peter places a plate that was stacked up with pancakes covered with syrup and blueberries. Peter watches her with a smile as she munches on her breakfast before munching on his own.

After a few bites, she hears the jingling of keys and looks up to see him sliding a chain of keys on the table. “W-what’s that for?” her morning voice sends an electric line straight to his cock but he ignores it before giving her a sweet smile. “Your key to our penthouse,” he states nonchalantly.

“P-penthouse? O-our?” she stutters and looks at him cautiously as he laughed at her reaction. “We don’t have to move now. It’s just something I bought with the help of Tony,” her eyes widened at the realization of him having connections with the Tony Stark. Peter Parker would be able to ruin her name easily.

“We can move after I graduate. Don’t give me that look. I’ll never do anything to hurt you. I’ll only do what’s best for you. This is just the start of our forever,” he stands up and walks over to her, helping her out of the chair before pressing a long kiss on her lips. “You deserve the best and I’ll make sure that you get just that.”

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obsidiangst · 3 years ago

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Congrats on 100 followers! Could you do a thing for #47?

47: “How many more innocent people have to die?”

WARNINGS: Manipulation, vague nudity, non descriptive sex, body horror(?), stabbing, and open end.

Part 1 | Part 2

Zelda had to get out of this. The longer she stayed there, the more she realized she couldn’t just pretend that everything was so hopeless that there was no point in trying. She couldn’t abandon her people- Link didn’t die for her to do that. Though every plan she thought of to do something about her captivity was riskier than the last. If she was the last thing standing between Hyrule and mass destruction, she had to try to find something that wouldn’t kill her.

First thing: She needed to recover the Master Sword. Which would be difficult because the demon was keeping the sword in his quarters and despite being allowed to wander through the fortress, though she hardly did, she imagined she wouldn’t be allowed into his room for no reason. How would she manage to retrieve the sword then? What would come next when she did manage it?

While she sat in ‘her quarters’ deliberating internally about her plan, she looked over as the door opened, the demon entering as he did just about once every day. Whether he was checking on her or just coming to taunt, Zelda had no idea, but she kept her face flat. Link’s skin had long since turned a deep shade of charcoal grey and his hair was entirely silver. If his face hadn’t been the same and she hadn’t witnessed the slow transformation into this new appearance, she wouldn’t have known it was her Link at all.

“What do you want?” Zelda bit out, looking back down at her hands resting on the empty table before her.

“Well, that’s an awfully hostile way to greet someone who came to offer you a way to save the scraps of your kingdom.” He said dryly and Zelda looked back up at him sharply as he made his way to the chair opposite from her.

“You mean trick me into giving you something you want?” Zelda asked and the demon laughed.

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” He said, pulling the chair back and taking a seat. “I have Castle Town under siege. At any moment I can say the word and have it razed to the ground.” He said, giving her a look like he’d just locked her into a checkmate in an invisible game of chess on the table before them. Zelda glared at him. “Or- I could call it off entirely.”

Her heart both sang and dropped into her stomach at this. So he was here to trick her. Wonderful. But- If it meant saving her kingdom, she would do whatever it took. Even if he wanted her head on a platter, she’d do that if he promised to end the attacks on villages and innocent people trying to live their lives.

“What do you want from me?” Zelda questioned, less harshly this time. Escape be damned, if she could at least do this one thing for her people-

“Marry me. None of your people will respect me as a ruler without a legitimate claim. If I marry you, then I will gain the right to rule.” Zelda stared at the demon dumbfoundedly. Was he serious? Just like that? When he had quite literally just admitted that he was doing so as a grab for power? As if she would-

She could trick him into allowing her into his quarters if she agreed. She would have easy access to the Master Sword then. She’d just have to lay with him- The thought almost made Zelda want to retch right there. If she gave herself to him under the guise of giving into his advances she could take the sword while he was asleep. It- Wasn’t the best situation, but- If she closed her eyes it could at the very least be Link in her head. And then she could kill him with minimal fuss. Zelda took a deep breath and closed her eyes, struggling with the idea of this plan. It seemed simple and yet-

“Think about it, Princess. I get what I want and you get to save your people. And you’ll get to be married to the person you love in a sense.” He edged her on, trying hard to convince her to accept his proposal. Oh- He really wanted this didn’t he? The demon who hadn’t even bothered to tell her his name since he had taken over Link’s body all those months ago-

“That’s-” Zelda stopped, unsure what to say still. She wanted the violence to end, but- She also didn’t want to use her own body in such a way. It was low and manipulative. But she had been being manipulated this entire time, so why should she care if it was or not?

“Come on, Princess. How many more innocent people have to die before you swallow your pride and submit?” He taunted her again. Oh, she wished she could slap him again right then- Her unease was cut through with anger. How dare he question her loyalty to her people- She’d show him.

“Fine.” She answered finally. “On the condition that you stop all violent activity against my people by this afternoon, I will agree to marry you.” He grinned wickedly.

“Consider it done.”

The demon was beyond pleased with himself and his guards had celebrated loudly for the rest of the day and well into the night at this ‘victory’. Oh, if only they knew the hell they would pay when Zelda got a hold of the Master Sword. Of Link’s sword. She’d make them wish that Link had killed the demon when he came to the fortress in the first place. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and she was a goddess and was fucking livid.

It was late the next evening when Zelda exited her chambers, padding her way barefoot down the hallway to where she knew the demon slept. Her heart was thudding loudly in her ears as she approached the door between her and the demon. Was this really about to happen? Would he be rough with her? Would she bruise? Would he talk down to her like she was nothing but a whore or would the tiny remnants of Link that remained in his behavior towards her come through and he would be gentle with her during her first time? She steadied herself before opening the door to the demon's chambers.

His crimson eyes fixated on her from where he was laid out over his bed that was much like her own. Odd that it wasn’t more lavish, but she supposed that wasn’t important.

“Oh? And to what do I owe a visit from my wife-to-be?” He teased her, propping himself up on his elbow and draping his other arm across his midsection. Damn him- He knew that was something LInk would do when she got his attention. Zelda slipped in and shut the door behind her.

“I’m- Tired of resisting.” She said, making sure that her voice had a tiny whine at the end of it. Like she was close to tears. Lady Impa would have been proud of her acting skills right now as the demon was eating it up. He raised a brow at her and smirked, gesturing her closer with a curl of a single finger.

“Are you now? Well, it’s about time.” He said, sitting up and watching her as she made a show of hesitantly locking the door behind her and ever so timidly making her way to the bed. “Don’t be shy, I won’t bite… Not that hard at least.” He teased, chuckling darkly and Zelda blushed.

Holy Hylia above, she was really about to do this. She didn’t have to fake the nerves as she crawled into his bed and let him touch her and disrobe her. The tremor in her hands as she started to touch him back was as real as the situation she was in. For all the demon’s aggression towards her in the past, he made sure to at least attempt to soothe her nerves, but every thought she had was plagued by the knowledge that this wasn’t Link like she was trying to pretend it was. This was a demon.

Thankfully, Link, or at least his physical body, was also inexperienced and wasn’t able to last too long. It had felt… Alright. Zelda would have been much more relaxed and emotionally fulfilled if she had been with Link instead of this spirit piloting his form.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” THe demon rumbled into her ear when they were finished. He laid against her back, holding her naked form against his own. “I even made you finish~” He had, in fact, not done so. She had faked it to stroke his ego a little bit more into relaxing. She had been trying to focus on anything other than the demon the whole time: her plan to escape, going home and celebrating the end of the war, mourning everyone they had lost, mourning Link- But it was done now at least, she could turn her attention to her next step.

Of course, he didn’t make it easy.

With his arms around her waist and his face pressed against the back of her shoulder, it would be very hard for Zelda to get up out of the bed without waking him up. Especially because the way he held her wasn’t just a loose hold, he was gripping her firmly. Fuck, this may have been a mistake.

Though- She did have time to look around the room now. She didn’t know where exactly the sword was located or hidden, so she glanced around the parts of the room that she could see. There were weapons and baubles everywhere, but finally, Zelda was able to make out the golden triforce on the scabbard of the Master Sword in the corner of the room, concealed partially by a few other weapons.

Zelda shifted once. Then twice. Then a third time to see if the demon was awake or not. When he didn’t respond to her shifting in any way, his grip even loosening unconsciously around her, she knew it likely was safe to try and get up. If he woke up she could say she needed to use the bathroom or to… clean up from their activities. Carefully, Zelda squirmed and twisted from the demon’s grasp, finding the dress that she came in, not liking the bite of the cold air on her bare skin before picking her way carefully over to the corner where the Master Sword was.

There was no way this was going to be this easy- Surely this demon wasn’t so oblivious to think that she would just- Sleep with him without an ulterior motive. She had resisted doing it for months now, that wasn’t just going to change overnight.

She gripped the hilt of the Master Sword and carefully tried to move it from behind the other blades trapping it against the wall. Finally, Zelda was able to pull the hilt from behind the other blades and then carefully extracted the scabbard and blade from the tangle of weaponry.

That’s when a movement caught Zelda’s eye and she looked at the stack of blades on the wall. One of the swords crossguards caught on the Master Sword’s own crossguard as she freed it and it tilted precariously to one side, then started falling, falling- And clattered loudly on the ground, hitting two more on the way down, adding them to the noise as they also clattered against the stone floors.

Zelda whipped around to face the bed- Sure enough the demon’s eyes were open and fixed on her in a dangerous way.

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing Princess?” The demon questioned as he got up, not bothering to put clothes on as he put his feet on the ground and began making his way to her. This was bad! Very bad! But she had the sword! She had no idea how to use a sword, but! How hard could it be??

Panicking, Zelda yanked the blade out of its scabbard and sent a quick prayer to the Goddesses to help her as the demon paused in his advancements. Then he started to chuckle.

“Ohoho, is this really what you want to do, Princess?” He taunted, narrowing his eyes at her. “What are you going to do? Kill me? Kill him?” He said, edging around her, trying to circle so that he was between her and the door. Zelda stepped closer to the door, keeping her back to the wall and the point of the Master Sword towards the demon’s chest.

“You think this is all a game. You want to use me and him like pawns. It’s going to end. Tonight.” Zelda said. The demon tilted his head to one side and scoffed.

“Perhaps it will.” He said, raising a hand as a myriad of shadows congealed into the form of a blade not unlike the Master Sword but pitch black. “I should have guessed that you weren’t going to concede that easily, but- You put on a convincing show. You were rather determined to do this, weren’t you.” He said, gripping the blade tightly. Oh shit- Oh shit, they were really about to fight weren’t they? Oh this was bad- This was a horrible plan, oh goddesses help her-

The demon swung and by some divine fluke, Zelda parried the strike. How? She wasn’t entirely sure. She’d never used a sword in anything other than formal ceremonies before, by all means he should have just stuck her like a pig- Another strike and she parried again, her feet taking her back half a step, but she wasn’t dying yet so that was fine.

“What-?” The demon furrowed his brow and eyed her, clearly seeing the surprise on her face. “Stop doing that!” He snarled as he struck again. Once again, Zelda blocked. The demon snarled at her now and began rapidly trying to strike her. And as if the Master Sword had a mind of its own and control over her feet, Zelda blocked, parried, and pivoted away from each strike, much to the annoyance of the demon.

When Zelda thought that there was going to be no end to this cycle of strikes and deflections, she saw an opening. The demon raised his sword up as if to bring it crashing down upon her head- and left his entire abdomen open. Zelda pointed the tip of the Master Sword directly at his stomach and stepped forwards, putting her weight and everything she had in her behind the thrust.

The sickening sound of the blade cutting through flesh and sinew was far louder than Zelda had been anticipating and she let go of the sword, staggering backwards as she processed what she had- somehow managed to do. Waves of nausea overcame her as she heard the noise on repeat in her mind. Goddess above, what did she just do? The demon stared at the hilt of the sword as it stuck out of his midsection. The sword was buried so deeply into him the tip was also sticking out of his back.

Then a barrage of disturbing noises and gargles exited Link’s mouth as the demon shuddered, dark black liquid beginning to drip freely from his mouth, nose and eyes and then evaporating quickly away into the air like black little puffs of smoke. He dropped the jet sword, which also faded into smoke before it hit the ground.

“Damn, you- No! I-” The demon gargled out and more and more of the shadowy smoke began to leave Link’s body. Zelda watched in horror as Link’s charcoal grey skin lightened and his ash colored hair grew golden brown again and as his body wretched the last of the shadows out, crimson eyes blinked shut and finally opened blue once more.

Zelda could have cried seeing that beautiful blue.

“Link!” She cried, overjoyed that he seemingly was back for a split moment before a pained grunt left him and he went down to one knee, clutching at the Master Sword lodged in his abdomen. Zelda blanched as she realized that she now had to save Link a second time from something a lot more dangerous than a demon piloting his body. Oh- Oh shit-

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marvelouspeterparker · 4 years ago

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webbed down [2]

pairing: dom!peter parker x reader

summary: the morning after webbed down

notes: the long awaited sequel (literally over a year) is finally here!!! i hope it doesn’t disappoint––

give me feedback! please :)

so peter was never one to back off on his word

and you knew that of course,

but today you would really know that

so you woke up in the morning to pee and somehow managed to wobble your way over to the bathroom while peter was still asleep

you had a feeling that it was going to be a long day since peter said he wasn’t going to go easy on you today so while you were in there you brushed your teeth and washed your face

then you slipped into the kitchen and drank some water and got a quick breakfast before making your way back into bed for a quick nap

(you were tired, what can you say)

as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were basically out

it wasn’t until around noon that you woke up again

you heard a slight buzzing noise that made you stir a little bit in your sleep

then you felt a buzzing make it’s way up your thighs slowly

you opened your eyes to find peter in between your thighs, his dark eyes gazing over your naked body with a smirk on his lips

“oh good, you’re awake.” he said nonchalantly

“i was starting to get impatient––”

he had one hand on your inner thigh, stroking it deceivingly soft as he moved your vibrator closer to between your thighs

you subconsciously tried to shut your legs closed and couldn’t

realizing that both your legs were webbed to either side of the bed

then, glancing up, you noticed your hands were webbed up as well

you looked back to peter and his smirk only deepened

“these are my new webs i just made, baby.”

you waited for him to tell you the catch

“let’s just say you’re gonna be tied down for a good while––longer than usual”

he finally pressed the vibe to your clit, but not enough for it to feel as good as it could

he ran it through your folds, up and down, only letting it lightly graze your clit until your hips began chasing his hand

and you could tell he was getting hard at the sight of you

(he was wearing the grey sweats that you loved on him and that alone was a tell that he felt like being a huge tease today)

he always loved seeing your body submit to him, so much that you could barely control your movements

peter told you his plans for the day and just the thought of them had you squirming already

well as much as you could in the restraints anyway

“i’m gonna leave you all tied up here today, pretty girl.”

“gonna go run some errands, stock up on some food since i know you’ll need lots of it when i’m done with you.”

“then ned’s gonna come over and we’re gonna hangout for a few hours while you’re in here,”

“quiet,” he looked at you sternly, pressing the vibe directly onto your clit, making you yelp before he resumed his original teasing pace

“cumming over and over, as much as you want.”

you gasped and he laughed, “oh did you think i was gonna edge you today, princess? no today we’re gonna overstimulate that little clit of yours until you’re crying, shaking and begging me to stop.”

he leaned over you, his breath hitting your lips as he looked into your eyes, his hand still moving the toy between your legs

“so you gonna be a good girl for me today?” he asked, his queens accent prominent as ever

you nodded, swallowing thickly as you looked into his piercing stare

“promise”

he locked your lips with his, intending for it to be a quick peck but once he got a taste of you, he could never get enough

plus, he would be leaving you here all day so he decided he had to make it count

he laughed when he saw you craning your neck for more and grinned, leaning down to bite your lip before pulling away completely

he moved so he was back between your legs and you jolted when you felt the vibrations directly on your clit again

he pulled a web cartridge out of nowhere and webbed the toy to you somehow so it managed to stay directly on your most sensitive part

with a kiss to your thigh, he got off of the bed

he made sure to ask your color to see if you were okay with all this

when you responded green through a small whimper, he grinned, winking as he walked out of the room

“i’d say see you soon,” he bit his lip looking at your pussy clenching under the vibe, “but that’s a lie.”

and with that he shut the door

you don’t know how long peter was gone but you were sure he was taking as much time as he possibly could

you honestly lost track of how many times you came

since you were alone you could have been as loud as you pleased, but you didn’t want the neighbors to complain, especially since you weren’t exactly able to get out of bed if they knocked on your door––

so you were biting your lip and trying your best to muffle your moans, knowing that when peter came back with ned, you’d have to be quiet anyway

and honestly that made you even hornier

by the time he came back, it was late in the afternoon and the sun was setting

and he didn’t come to you immediately

no, he made you wait even longer

he knew you were just aching for him to see you, to touch you and kiss you

which is why he took his time

well that and, he was also playing video games

ned was going off on one of his many tangents when you let out a particularly loud whine

luckily, ned didn’t notice

but peter did

he subtly turned up the volume on the tv before excusing himself

you faintly heard him say something about how you weren’t feeling well and how he had to check up on you real quick

he made his way into the room, shutting the door so ned couldn’t peak inside in case he got curious

as soon as he saw you, his gaze darkened

you could practically feel his eyes heating your skin as he scanned your body up and down

your lips were plump from all the bites you’d been giving them all day

your chest was shining in the light, a sheen layer of sweat coating your skin

your nipples pebbled, straining for attention

and you were dripping

he took his time admiring you as he slowly walked to the end of the bed

he took a seat between your legs and you couldn’t help but moan when you felt his hands rub up and down your thighs

he waited a moment before reaching over and turning off the vibrator

you weren’t sure if you were relieved or if you wanted more but you didn’t have much time to think about it before peter moved the toy out of the way, wrapped his lips around your clit, and sucked hard

you jolted and couldn’t help but let a particularly loud moan of his name out

though he groaned at the sound of you and couldn’t help but grin into your heat, he scolded you teasingly, his voice like velvet

“bad girl“

he pulled away and smacked your pussy, making you whimper, your back arching

“don’t want ned to hear, do we?”

he raised a brow and you shook your head in agreement, letting out a quiet “no”

“had to turn up the volume since you were so loud,” he tutted, shaking his head in mock disapproval

he dissolved the webs holding the vibe and threw it aside before lying down and burying his face in you

you almost screamed but you bit your lip, not wanting to scar ned for life

and even though ned was right outside, peter was not holding back one bit

he put one hand on your stomach, holding you down as he licked up your wetness, spreading it all over your pussy

“so fucking wet, princess.”

“m’sure you don’t even know how many times you came––”

“i’d say at least 20 with how long i left you here.”

“you’re practically dripping onto the sheets, fuck––”

you were so sensitive and so so wet, you felt like you were going to burst out of your skin, you felt like you were on fire but you’d never felt better in your life

peter slid two fingers inside you and you mewled when he sucked on your clit while scissoring his digits inside of you

he quickly found that spot inside of you that made you melt and you let out a quiet but desperate string of curses

“shit pete, oh my god! fuck––”

you were so so close and you were about to tip over the edge when you heard ned speak up

“dude i finally beat the level!”

peter lifted his head and looked up at you, his mouth slick with your wetness, fingers still pressing against your spot

“dude no way! i’ll be right out, just helping my girl for a second.”

it was honestly impressive how peter could switch the tone of his voice so quickly

“no problem! also it sucks that you’re sick y/n. i hope you feel better!”

you cleared your throat and shut your eyes tightly, about to answer when you felt peter’s tongue back on your clit, his fingers going faster than ever as they repeatedly hit your spot over and over

your eyes shot open and you looked down, eyes wide, to see peter looking right at you, a smirk on his face

“well don’t be rude, princess. answer him.” he commanded before wrapping his lips around your clit again, coaxing you to the edge

“th––thanks ned!” there were tears in your eyes and your voice cracked as you replied to him but you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed when you were so close to cumming

peter slid his hand up to your breasts and pinched your nipple hard just as he slipped a third finger inside of you and you came without warning, your eyes rolling back as your whole body tensed, your mouth dropping open to let out a silent moan

it felt like your soul was leaving your fucking body

“such a good girl for me” peter said, licking up your juices

the noises your pussy was making were borderline obscene but you couldn’t control it

you shut your eyes, taking deep breaths as you felt peter get off of the bed

it was a couple of minutes later when you heard him moving something

you open your eyes and he’s setting up a “fucking machine”

he placed it on the bed and turned it on,

setting it on the slowest setting so that he could make sure it’s positioned properly

and as soon as the dildo slid into you, you let out a broken moan

“oh my god––”

peter could feel himself swelling in his sweats and how he was going to hide that from ned, was beyond you

you and him both knew that this was going to be torture since you couldn’t cum from that alone

but peter was more than ready to have his fun with you

and just when you thought things couldn’t get any “worse”, he pulled out a remote

he was going to fuck you from the other room

he smirked as he watched the realization set in on your face

“i’ll be right outside, princess.”

he leaned down to kiss your clit and you couldn’t help the moan that you let out

his eyes turned a shade darker,

“i’d say scream if you need me...” he paused, glancing over your body, “but if i hear anything from you while i’m outside,” he turned up the speed on the machine and your eyes widened, your mouth dropping open only for you to quickly bite it closed, “this stops.”

with that he walked out of the room, slipping the remote into his pocket

you could already hear him joking around with ned, shouting excitedly and laughing but it soon drowned out as he the speed picked up on the machine

you were slipping further into your headspace––you’d been slipping all day, but now that peter was here when you really needed him and he wasn’t touching you, that’s what pushed you further

you were so fucking sensitive

peter kept alternating the speed and it felt so good,

but it wasn’t enough to make you cum

you felt the bubble in the pit of your stomach expanding wider and wider but it just wasn’t enough for it to burst

you felt so drained that you couldn’t even scream if you wanted to

the sun was completely gone by the time ned had left and it seemed that peter did every other possible thing he could have done before coming to you

you weren’t even sure when peter actually stepped into the room

you were so far gone that when you shut your eyes it felt like you slipped into another dimension

but as soon as you heard him speak up, your senses went into overdrive and you were completely aware of him and where he was

you just needed him to touch you

“look at you, princess...” he clicked on the highest speed, the remote still in his pocket and you let out a long whine. “all fucked out for me and i haven’t even fucked you yet.”

he picked up the vibrator, set it on the highest vibration and pressed it directly to your clit

you let out a gasp and your legs weakly strained against the webs as you came

the sight of you struggling through your pleasure only made peter want you even more

without even letting you settle down from your high, peter put the vibe on the bed, dissolved the webs on your legs and hastily threw the fucking machine aside

(you were honestly surprised it didn’t break)

he practically ripped his sweats off and positioned himself between your legs

you were honestly out of breath but once peter slid into you all at once, his thumb immediately finding your clit with no warning, he managed to knock what little breath you had left out of you

he started deep and hard, letting you feel every inch of him as he slammed into you over and over

“had me. so. hard. all. day.” he said between thrusts.

“you know that?” he asked rhetorically, not even letting you think of a response

“unlike you, cumming in here as much as you pleased, i was out there leaking in my fucking boxers at the thought of you.”

you regained strength of your legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him into you and he laughed breathlessly

“you got to cum all. damn. day.”

“what do we say, angel?”

when you struggled to respond, he stopped, his cock buried all the way inside of you, throbbing as your pussy clenched around him

“what do we say?” he repeated himself, moving so that he was leaning over you menacingly, his breath hitting your lips

you whined loudly before looking into his eyes that were the darkest you’d ever seen them,

“th––thank you, sir.”

he grinned, moving so his lips were by your ear, before whispering “good girl.”

with that he picked up his pace and began thrusting at a pace that was almost inhumane

your mouth dropped open, your body aching to scream, but all that came out was a weak gasp

peter slid a hand down and raised one of your legs, opening you wider and you groaned at how the change in position felt

he growled, leaning into you to kiss and suck at your neck

he felt himself getting close but he didn’t want to cum yet so he pulled out, ignoring your whines

the webs on your hands were loosened up by now so peter ripped them off of you and your eyes were quick to find his

you looked so innocent but the wet spot between your legs on the sheets and the smell of the room said otherwise

“can i please touch you?”

he smiled before flipping over so you were on your hands and knees and you pouted, your face hidden in the sheets

but it was soon replaced with a smile as peter grabbed your arms, twisting them behind your back so he could interlace his fingers with yours

you sighed contently and he laughed, leaning over to kiss your shoulder before asking

“you ready?”

you responded a quiet “always”

and he replied “so good for me” before sliding his cock into you and slapping your ass

he went fast and hard and with each thrust you let out a small moan

he felt himself getting closer and closer before he knew it

he was so overwhelmed by you he couldn’t even think straight anymore

deciding he wanted to see you while he made you both cum, he flipped you over again, his cock still snug inside of you

you gasped for what felt like the tenth time that day/night

peter kept thrusting into you, leaning forward so he could kiss you

you moaned and melted into the kiss, finally getting what you ached for all day

you dug your fingers into his hair, pulling just the way he liked, making him groan into your mouth as he brought a hand up to pull you closer to him

your smiled cheekily, your tongues still rolling together, barely noticing when his hand slipped away

but you soon dropped away from the kiss when you felt the vibrator back on your clit at the highest level

peter started thrusting faster you moaned breathlessly, your eyes fluttering shut as your back arched

“want you to cum one more time on my cock so i can fill you up...can you do that for me, baby?”

you nodded, tears pooling and rolling down your cheeks “y––yes...”

peter held out as long as he could, still pounding into you and as soon as your legs tightened around him, he knew you were about to cum

he just didn’t know how hard

you finally let out that scream that had been inching it’s way out of your throat all day, seeing white as you came all over peter, your legs shaking

he groaned, releasing his load inside of you “holy shit baby, fuck that’s it––”

he turned off the vibe and threw it aside, thrusting inside of you a few times until your hands came down to push him weakly

“no please please––”

he grabbed your hands and kissed your palms, soothing you

“it’s okay baby, you’re okay. we’re done.”

he slowly pulled out of you and watched his cum slowly make it’s way out of your used hole

“god you’re perfect...”

normally he would bury his face between your thighs to clean you up but he didn’t want to hurt you so he let you be

he kissed your forehead before lying down next to you, pulling you over to him to rest your head on his chest

the both of you were panting hard as peter’s hands caressed your body, coaxing you back to him

“you did so so good for me, princess.”

you took some time to respond, still in shock from your orgasms

“yeah?”

“of course,” he kissed your cheek, “always so good for me. my best girl.”

it was a while before he spoke up again, wanting you to fully be able to process his words since you were a little out of it

“gonna clean you up soon, take a warm bath.”

you sighed, happy with those plans

“then i got you takeout from your favorite restaurant, which we’ll eat after you’re nice and clean.”

you leaned up to kiss him on the lips, “thank you baby.”

he smiled when you pulled away, looking at you fondly, wondering how he got so lucky. “anything for my best girl.”

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AgedUp! Kuroo x Reader Roommate AU

Summary: Kuroo discovers his roommate is a cam-girl.

Warnings: SMUT!!!

Author’s Note: I figured we were due for some Kuroo smut since we didn’t get any in First Love / Late Spring

Taglist: @caxsthetic @vventure @ardorwrites-hq-mha @cmllnc

Kuroo never saw any issue with having a female roommate.

He had known (Y/n) for years, he trusted her and was comfortable enough to approach her about being roommates after he learned they would both be attending the same college.

She didn’t seem phased by the proposal at all. She was excited more than shocked.

Their families gave them some grief at first, insisting if they were ever to live with someone of the opposite gender, they should be engaged. No, the two didn’t pretend to be engaged to get their parents’ blessing to live together, it just took a lot of convincing.

Now here they were, living together now almost two years, and without any awkward incidents. They were good about respecting each other’s privacy and knocking before they entered bedrooms.

Everything was perfect until Kuroo decided to try something new and check out a NSFW livestreaming website when he got home from class.

(Y/n) had been home for a few hours now, her Friday schedule ensured she would be home by noon.

He didn’t feel the need to announce he was home, she knew his schedule. Plus, he was sure she was still in the middle of her afternoon nap.

Kuroo settled into his bed once he made sure his bedroom door was locked. He clicked onto the site as a guest, not fully committed to the idea of creating an account and subscribing to someone.

He began looking through the different feeds for the tags he took interest in, but nothing was really catching his eye until he recognized something in the thumbnail for a livestream.

The streamer’s bedroom looked oddly familiar. Maybe it was the placement of the furniture, or the posters on the wall. Kuroo couldn’t shake the feeling he had been there before.

He clicked onto the stream, immediately a banner popped up saying he could only watch a couple minutes of the stream without a subscription. He clicked past it and began watching the video.

A cam-girl sat on her bed, a see-through, lace slip just barely covering her body as she reached somewhere out of the camera’s view for something.

“I have a few toys here we can use today,” something about that voice was so familiar... what was happening? “But I wanted to use something new for my subscribers today!”

She settled back into her spot, a few of the users in the comments section now complaining that they didn’t have a good view of her ass anymore. Kuroo’s jaw almost dropped to the floor as he covered his mouth and screamed into his palm.

The cam-girl was wearing a mask, but Kuroo recognized her instantly as his roommate.

“This came in the mail yesterday!” she smiled, holding up a vibrator. Kuroo remembered taking a package to her room yesterday... was that what was inside? “We all know my old one broke, and I haven’t been able to cum the same without it! Should I use it?”

Kuroo watched, mortified as the comments section blew up. (Y/n) giggled before leaning closer to her camera, giving the viewers a nice look at her cleavage.

“You’re all so eager today! I’ll have to put you in slow-mode!”

Kuroo felt ashamed at his staring, ripping his eyes off her chest to look at the comments instead. He couldn’t stop himself from watching her sit back and take off her lace panties, leaving them to rest on her ankle. She spread her legs, and Kuroo almost flinched away. Almost.

HIs masked roommate turned the vibrator on, and leaned back against the wall her bed rested against. She pressed the toy to her clit and sighed shakily, closing her eyes in bliss.

Just as she tilted her head back and moaned, the stream paused. Kuroo groaned, glaring at the banner that popped up over (Y/n)’s body.

Want to keep watching? Create an account and subscribe to this Streamer!

Kuroo’s fingers were like lightning as he created his account and submitted his card information. It was 15 bucks a month to subscribe to (Y/n)’s channel, no wonder she could afford to get takeout all the time.

He clicked back onto the screen, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding once the stream resumed.

It felt so wrong watching his roommate play with herself, but hey, at least he was supporting her work!

She slowly rocked her hips against the vibrator, her moans like a symphony. (Y/n) bit her lip and began teasing her vibrator against her slit, moaning louder at the sensation.

Kuroo didn’t know when he began rocking his hips against the laptop rested atop the bulge in his sweatpants, but he soon started moaning in sync with his roommate.

(Y/n) eyes shifted over her screen and she sighed shakily, grinding against the vibrator faster. Kuroo curiously looked away from her and at the comments section, freezing in place when he saw the red text that caught (Y/n)’s eye.

Getting a little loud, doll. Won’t your roommate hear you?

Kuroo gulped at the thought of that comment turning her on. He had to be wrong. His fingers twitched, feeling a sudden urge to type out his own message. He would never know unless he tried...

HIs fingers flew across the keyboard, his hormones doing the typing for him and hitting the ‘enter’ button.

It would be such a shame if your roommate walked in on you, kitten. What if he likes what he sees?

(Y/n) was very obviously staring at the comments section now, her moans sounding less staged and more genuine by the second. Kuroo felt his lips twitch into a smirk and he continued typing.

What if he climbs on top of you and fucks your brains out right in front of us, kitten? Takes you as his without a second thought? That would be such a shame...

(Y/n) moaned louder, this time he heard her through the wall, and she turned up the speed on her vibrator. Kuroo moved the laptop onto his bed and shoved his hand down his sweats, pumping at his hard length while typing with his free hand.

Kitten doesn’t have any other toys to play with for us?

(Y/n) panted hard and reached for something out of the camera’s view. In her free hand, she now held a slim, curved vibrator. She turned it on and began teasing it against her slit while the other worked her clit.

The rest of the comments section were either ignoring Kuroo’s comments or egging him on. He wrote out another comment, rubbing himself faster.

That’s it, kitten. Your roommate’s teasing his cock inside you. He wants you bad but he just wont let you have it.

(Y/n) shook slightly as she prodded the tip of the toy inside herself. Kuroo felt his cock twitch at the sight of her wetness. He continued to watch her tease herself for another few minutes, unable to keep this up once he felt his orgasm approaching.

He typed out one last message, hoping it would push her over the edge.

Yes, kitten. Take that cock. Your roommate’s about to cum, cum with him.

(Y/n) squealed and shut her eyes, finally pushing the vibrator inside herself and cumming hard with a loud moan. The sight of her squirting onto her toys had Kuroo cumming in his sweatpants, his own deep moan bubbling from his chest as he stared at (Y/n)’s flush body.

The two laid on their beds, panting hard as they came down from their orgasms. Kuroo didn’t realize he had closed his eyes until the sound of (Y/n) sitting up and speaking brought him back down from his high. He opened his eyes and watched her set her toys aside.

“Sorry guys, I kind of lost myself there.” she smiled shyly, reading through all the comments being left for her.

He decided to leave her one last comment before leaving the site and taking a shower.

You did so good kitten.

(Y/n) giggled softly and thanked him, then bid the viewers goodbye before ending the stream.

Kuroo quickly left his room and made his way into the bathroom. He threw his dirty clothes in the hamper and took a hot shower.

He left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and began the trek to his bedroom, only to run into (Y/n) on his way there.

“Hey Kuroo! How was class?” she asked, sipping on a juice-box at the kitchen counter. She was wearing sweatpants and a tank-top, her typical relaxing clothes.

Kuroo felt his cheeks burning as he tightened his towel around himself. She had seen him in a towel before, but it was a different experience now that he had masturbated to her.

“I-it was good! Slow as usual but oh well! Just glad to be home!” He was about to retreat to his bedroom when he opted to join her in the kitchen instead. “How was your nap...?”

(Y/n) shrugged, watching him retrieve his own juice-box from the fridge. “It was fine. Usual nap stuff, y’know?”

Kuroo took a sip of his juice, sighing happily as the cool liquid ran down his throat. “I thought I heard your voice earlier, were you up?”

He noticed (Y/n) shift in her seat. “I dunno, I might’ve woken up and yelled to see if you were home. I woke up when I heard you get in the shower.”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at her before finishing off his juice and tossing the box in the trash. “Well, I’m gonna get dressed and go meet the guys for some drinks! See you later tonight!”

“See ya! Tell Kenma I say hey!” she called after him, relaxing into her chair as he left.

Kuroo shut the door to his room, breathing a sigh of relief once he was in the privacy of his own bedroom. If things weren’t awkward before, they would be now.

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Kuroo went straight to bed when he had arrived home from his night out. He hadn’t seen (Y/n) in the livingroom, so he assumed she had gone to sleep early that night.

The next morning, he woke up to a knocking at his door. He dragged himself out of the warmth of his bed and opened the door to meet the icy daggers (Y/n) was glaring at him.

“Morning...?”

“Are you KittenMaster204?”

Kuroo froze at the mention of the account name he set for the streaming website.

“Uhhh... no?”

(Y/n) crossed her arms and tightened her jaw. “I have a subscriber who’s good with computers. I got curious yesterday and had him trace the IP for that username and this address came up!”

Kuroo couldn’t keep his cheeks from turning a deep shade of red. “Okay, yes. Im KittenMaster204...”

“Ugh! You were watching me yesterday?!” she shrieked, tightening her robe around herself.

Kuroo bit his lip, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “I-I couldn’t help it! I clicked on cuz I saw your room looked familiar and then I couldn’t stop watching! It was only yesterday, I swear!”

(Y/n) groaned and blushed darkly, turning away from him. “God! You could have totally not watched!”

“I’m sorry,” he frowned, “Im a weak man... and you’re a beautiful woman. I thought since I paid the full 15 dollar subscription it wouldn’t be too skeevy but it was...”

(Y/n) seemed to perk up for a second and she glanced at him over her shoulder. “Well... it kinda was...”

“Only kinda? I watched you masturbate...”

(Y/n) turned to fully face him, avoiding eye-contact with him. “You did... but you also gave me an idea...”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at her, looking her over as the played with the tie on her silk robe. “Forrrr...?”

“An idea for my 2,000 subscriber special...”

“You have 2,000 subscribers?!”

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(Y/n) had been moaning away in her room for a while now while Kuroo watched on his laptop in his bedroom. He struggled to keep himself from touching his erection through his sweatpants while he studied the way her chest heaved and her hips jutted while she played with herself.

Then she looked at the camera and licked her lips.

Kuroo sighed deeply before setting the laptop aside and leaving his room. He got over his nerves, took a deep breath, and opened the door to (Y/n)’s room, trying to hold back a laugh as (Y/n) shrieked.

“Toshi! Oh my god!”

Kuroo had made fun of her when she suggested the fake name for him, but he would be lying if he said the roleplaying wasn’t a turnon.

“Ai! What the hell?!” He shouted from his side of the room, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Toshi, out!” she huffed, covering herself with her sheet.

Kuroo took the mask she had left on her dresser and put it on. “What are you doing!” he insisted, moving to the edge of the bed.

(Y/n) squirmed, biting her lip and glancing between him and her webcam. “I’m livestreaming...”

Kuroo looked deep into her eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation, but found none.

“You don’t need any help?” He pressed, pushing off his pants and kicking them aside.

(Y/n) looked him over, pressing her thighs together at the sight of his naked body. “N-No...I can manage...”

Kuroo climbed onto the bed and slowly crawled towards her like a predator stalking his prey. Once he was in view of the webcam, Kuroo grabbed (Y/n) by her ankles and pulled her towards him.

He saw her lips quirk up into a smile for a moment before she pouted at him. “Toshiiii!” she whined, looking at the webcam, “at least let me turn it oooff!”

‘Toshi’ shook his head and took hold of ‘Ai’s’ wrist as she reached for the laptop. He pinned her wrist above her head and steadily ground his hips against hers.

“They get to watch, Ai. You can’t let your fans miss out on the show, can you?”

(Y/n) whined softly and squirmed against him, biting her lip and batting her eyes at him in a plea to continue.

Kuroo slowly leaned down and dragged his tongue up her neck towards her lips, which he captured in a heated kiss. (Y/n) stopped squirming and moaned against his lips, arching into him so the lace of her lingerie brushed against his bare chest.

Kuroo nipped her lip before slowly pulling away, smirking down at her as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Why don’t you show me what you were doing kitten?” he cooed, releasing her wrists and sitting back on his haunches.

(Y/n) shivered at the pet-name while reaching for her long-forgotten vibrator. She turned it on the lowest setting and pressed it to her clit only for Kuroo to snap his fingers in her face.

“Nuh-uh,” he shook his head, “It was higher than that, kitten.” His stern tone sent a jolt of electricity to her clit.

She reluctantly turned up the speed, moaning shakily at the sudden vibrations. Kuroo smirked down at her and slowly ran his slender fingers up her calves and over her thighs, resting them on her hips.

“That’s it, good kitty... Keep working that pussy...” he murmured, his fingers trailing down to her slit.

(Y/n) gasped at the feeling of his fingertips teasing her lips open. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t fantasized about Kuroo touching her like this. But she never imagined doing it in front of an audience.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Kuroo pressed the tip of his finger inside of her, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. He slowly eased his finger inside of her, then a second finger.

(Y/n) bit her lip to suppress her moans, but Kuroo was having none of that. He took hold of her chin with his free hand and roughly tilted her head to look up at him. “Hide your moans from me again and you’ll get the belt. Got it?”

(Y/n)’s cheeks were on fire. This was heaven. She had died and gone to heaven. That’s what happened.

She moaned at his words, hotter than she had ever moaned on camera. Kuroo brushed his thumb over her lip, pleased with her obedience. He began pumping his fingers into her faster to reward her. “Good kitty...”

(Y/n) moaned louder and began rocking her hips to meet his fingers. Kuroo traced his fingers down her throat and cupped her breast through the thin lace of her lingerie. His fingers teased at her nipple, only pulling away to push the sleeve of her slip down her shoulder to expose her breast.

He leaned down and captured her nipple between his lips, eagerly suckling on her delicate skin and drawing more wild moans from her.

“T-Toshi, I’m so close...” she whined, arching her back and closing her eyes.

Kuroo traced his tongue up her chest, along her throat, and to the shell of her ear. “Master.” He corrected.

“Master...” she sighed, “I’m so close...”

Kuroo gripped her shoulder, holding her in place as he pumped his fingers into her harder. He glanced down at her legs, making sure the webcam had an adequate angle of her pussy.

“You’ve been so good,” he cooed, brushing the tip of his nose against hers and teasing her lips with his. “You have my permission to cum...”

(Y/n)’s eyes flew shut as she came on his fingers, moaning loudly at the feeling of squirting onto his fingers. Kuroo peppered gentle kisses along the curve of her jaw, whispering soft praises only she could hear against her skin.

“Awww, I make my kitten squirt so much. I bet I’m the only man to do that to you, huh?” he purred, laying her on her side.

(Y/n) whined softly and watched as Kuroo grabbed her legs and pulled her against his thighs. He lifted her leg and bent it at the knee, giving him adequate access to her pussy.

He teased his cock against her entrance, sighing at the feeling of her wetness.

“Master pleaaaase go gentle. I’m still sensitive...” she mewled, batting her eyes at him.

Kuroo licked his lips and eased his length into her, earning a long, deep moan from her that was cut off when he had pushed in to his hilt. Kuroo moaned at her tightness and rolled his hips against her, glancing towards the laptop. He smirked at the comments, groaning as (Y/n) seemed to tighten around him once she realized what he was doing.

“They don’t like that I’m doing this to you, kitten.” Kuroo chuckled, slowly rocking in and out of her, his words almost drowned out by (Y/n)’s moans. “Do you like it, kitty?”

(Y/n) gasped as Kuroo gave a solitary snap of his hips, urging her to answer. “F-fuck, I love it! God, no one ever fucks me like this!”

Kuroo smiled evily towards the webcam, happy that the screen cut off the upper half of his head. He looked more threatening that way, in his eyes. “Say it to the camera, kitten.”

(Y/n) looked into the webcam, opening her mouth to speak only to be cut off as Kuroo thrusted into her harder. “F-Fuck! Fuuck! Uuugh! I love it! Fuck! I love it when my roommate fucks me like this!”

Kuroo growled softly, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

“Fuck this...”

He pulled out and flipped (Y/n) onto her stomach, then roughly pushed back into her heat.

(Y/n) shrieked and clung to her sheets tightly, arching her back at the feeling of Kuroo filling her pussy completely. Kuroo took hold of her hips and pulled her to meet his hard thrusts, his moans harmonizing with (Y/n)’s.

“Kitten’s so fucking tight... Kitten’s gonna make me cum inside of her...” Kuroo said, earning something between a whine, a moan, and a scream from (Y/n). She buried her head in the covers and screamed shakily.

He smirked and slowed down his thrusts, opting to thrust into her deeper and hit her g-spot. “Ooooo, does kitten want me to cum inside her?” he teased, punctuating every other word with a deep thrust. “Does kitten want master’s cum?”

Kuroo grabbed a fistful of (Y/n)’s hair and lifted her head so she could speak. “If kitten doesn’t speak up, she won’t get master’s cum...” he tsked.

(Y/n) whined shakily, her voice hoarse as she begged. “Pleaaaase, master! Pleaaase! Cum inside meee!”

Kuroo released her head and took hold of her shoulder, digging his fingers into her as he sped up his thrusts. He pulled her to sit up straight, her back flush against his bare chest. Spit dripped past her lips as he took hold of her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks.

Kuroo pressed a kiss to the shoulder the webcam had no view of. He peppered kisses on her earlobe and whispered against her flesh. “Let go, (Y/n)... I have you...”

(Y/n) let out one more scream as she came on Kuroo’s cock. She gripped his arms and shook hard, whining loudly as he continued thrusting into her.

Kuroo felt his dick twitch inside (Y/n) before he buried himself deep inside her heat and came. He moaned, growled, and cursed as he pulled her body flush against his, emptying himself inside her pussy.

They both sat there, winding down from their orgasms together as the comments section blew up. (Y/n) grew tired of the notification noises and turned off the stream before shutting her laptop.

Kuroo took off her mask before taking off his own. He peppered gentle kisses on her shoulders and the back of her neck before hugging her waist and pulling her to lay down beside him.

“Holy fuck...” he murmured, closing his eyes as (Y/n) cuddled into his side.

“Yeah...” she sighed, “holy fuck...”

Kuroo pulled her into a lazy kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair as he moaned against her lips.

When the two parted, (Y/n) had a coy smile playing on her lips, despite her fatigue. “Can you be a regular on my stream...?”

Kuroo chuckled before planting another kiss on her lips. “Anything for my kitten...”

#Kuroo Tetsurō #Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurō x reader #Smut #Kuroo Smut #Kuroo tetsuro smut #Im sweating...

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