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dark-mnjiro · 6 months ago

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speaking in tongues ::: .02.

Author’s Note: hello everyone. I apologize for such a long wait. Personal things (as some of you may know) have had to take priority like my health. I had to put a lot of projects on hold. I do hope you enjoy part two. I attempted to make it a bit longer than the others that I’ve put out to make up for it. 🥰 as usual, please refer to the masterlist for a general list of content warning for this fic, and I will post part specific below.

Content Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, dubcon, dub/noncon touching, fingering, groping, invasion of privacy, violence, mentions of trauma/sexual abuse/physical abuse, bratty!cashmere, cat and mouse games, gaslighting, emotional manipulation… fun stuff.

part two

i’m standing here until you make me move

Snapping his fingers, a golden portal appeared behind Adam before he stepped through it still carrying Cashmere. She took her fists, pounding his back, demanding still to be put down. Adam only seemed to offer a mocking reply by raising his voice an octave and mimicking her comments. This only seemed to enrage Cashmere more as she began kicking her legs and intensifying her hits to his back.

“Fucking hell!” he snapped at her.

“Satan in Hell,” she snapped. “Put me DOWN!”

Adam tossed her onto the couch. He pulled off his mask, throwing it to the floor before walking away from her. “Don’t fucking say I didn’t do anything for you,” he complained, loudly as he walked into the other room.

Cashmere sighed, moving her fingers through her hair. She looked around… Where was she? It looked like a fairly average apartment that any living person would have, but not one in Hell. A loud slurp disrupted her thoughts as she turned to look at Adam, standing in the entryway with a drink in hand… drinking loudly.

“Where are we?”

Adam pulled the straw from his lips before leaning against the wall. “My place.”

“In Heaven?”

“Fuck no,” Adam scoffed. “I wouldn’t bring demonic scum like you to that paradise.”

Rolling her eyes, Cashmere pushed up from the couch to sit up. “You have an apartment in Hell?”

“Embassy,” he corrected. “It’s my temporary place.”

“So why here?”

Sighing, he set the drink in his hand down on the table in front of the couch. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you enjoy getting assaulted?”

Her eyes narrowed.

“What?” he snapped, annoyance crossing his expression. “You sure seemed to like trying to fight a man three times your size who was trying to grope on you.”

“Satan help me,” she groaned. “How long were you there? You saw all that?!”

“I told you,” he replied as his voice went flat. “Long enough.”

She closed her eyes for a moment before letting out a sigh of frustration. She stood up from the couch and decided that she would just leave before she was caught in another argument with this man…angel? Whatever. She tried to move past him before his arm shot out and stopped her from passing him.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Fuck you,” she said, shoving his arm down.

“You got a filthy, fucking mouth on you,” he sneered.

“Fuck. You.”

She managed to push past him but didn’t make it far before Adam snatched her by her hair and tugged her back. She yelped as tears burned at the corner of her eyes.

“Do I have your attention now?”

He was uncomfortably close to her now as his breath brushed against her ear. She tried moving away but he only tugged harder causing her scalp to burn.

“Are you going to be a good girl and listen?”

Her face fell. “…yes.”

He tugged on her hair again, causing her to wince. “I don’t believe you,” he hissed into her ear. His free hand slipped to grasp her waistline before forcefully guiding her toward the wall of his apartment. The grip tightened as he pressed his chest against her back, forcing her chest to push against the wall. Cashmere turned her head to the side, catching a glimpse of Adam smirking from behind her. “I’ll ask again,” he whispered. “Are you going to be a good girl and listen?”

She wasn’t sure what he was asking as a response. Her eyes darted away toward the white wall. Anything to avoid his gaze at this point. Anxiety began filling her chest, wondering just what she could do in this instance, against an Angel? Nothing. He could kill her easily if he truly wanted to… and permanently. It was a well-known fact that Angelic steel could permanently rid Hell of any sinner.

Adam’s other hand finally let go of her hair, but it joined his other hand gripping her waist. He used his size alone to pin her against the wall now. She was stuck. Squirming, she attempted to slither her way out from him and the wall, but it only seemed to cause him to tighten his grip.

“I want to hear you say it.”

She scoffed. “Say what?”

“That you’re going to be a good girl and listen.”

Cashmere cursed under her breath before scowling at Adam. “I’m not indulging in your sick fantasy.”

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me,” he teased. “So don’t flatter yourself.”

Offense flashed over her eyes almost as if she took what he said as a challenge. Couldn’t handle him? Was he joking? She glanced at him over her shoulder, shooting a deadly glare at the sick smirk he wore on his face. His golden eyes were still fixed on her as he moved impossibly close.

“Say it.”

“...no.”

Chuckling, Adam’s hands moved further down before squeezing her hips. “All you women are the same,” he commented. “Fucking little, bratty teases.”

“I-” she paused. “I’m not teasing.”

Remaining silent, Adam’s hands slipped past the edge of her skirt before toying with the fabric. Her breath quickened as his fingertips brushed against her bare thighs. Goosebumps spread across her skin before Adam chuckled. His fingertips moved up her thigh, slipping under her skirt.

“L-let go,” she hissed, trying to squirm away.

“No.”

She didn’t understand what his end goal was. He couldn’t possibly want such a filthy sinner. Not after all the insults he seemed to hurl her way. His hands brushed against her panties as they slipped under the elastic. Excitement blossomed in her chest and she hated her body for practically begging to be touched.

His hands slipped her underwear about midway down her legs. “Tell me you want it,” he whispered as his left moved between her legs and brushed his knee against her bare core.

A strangled gasp moved past her lips. Her mind went fuzzy. “But,” she whispered. “I’m a sinner.”

“I’m already in Heaven,” Adam snorted. “I can fuck whatever pussy I want.”

Satan’s left tit, he was going to go through with this… Cashmere felt another jolt of excitement shudder throughout her body, cursing herself for almost enjoying this… almost.

“Let's see,” he whispered, his lips against her ear. “What gets you going…”

One hand slipped between her legs as the other moved up to grope her breast. He pinched her clit between his fingers causing her to gasp again. He slowly slipped two fingers against her dripping core, making sure both fingers were coated in her juices.

She squirmed at his touch as soft pants left her lips. Her voice stuttered, “A-Adam…”

He hummed in response before plunging his two coated fingers into her. Her body tensed for a moment before adjusting quickly. He nipped at her ear as he curled her fingers against her, forcing her to clench. A gasp left her lips, bracing herself against the wall.

The rough pads of his fingers probably formed from years of playing guitar only gave way to delicious friction as she felt her juices slip down her legs. Her body squirmed as her legs clenched.

Adam tutted. “Nah uh,” he teased, using his knee to keep her legs apart.

His pace intensified.

“A-Adam,” she managed to say between breathy pants.

His tone mocked her voice as he increased his pace. The coil in her gut was winding tighter as she felt the palm of his hand press against her clit, causing her to moan again. Wetness pooled in his palm before his fingers were scissored inside of her.

“You wanna cum?” he whispered into her ear.

He suddenly slowed to a tormenting pace. “Adam please.”

“Use your words.”

She wanted to glare at him but her body wouldn’t allow her to move before tried to move her hips against his hand. His free hand managed to find its way back to her hair and yanked her head back. A pained yelp left her lips but she stilled her movements.

“Please,” she managed to get out in a desperate tone. “…please let me cum, Adam…

An audible groan left his lips before the pace of his fingers became unrelenting. Cries of his name tumbled from her lips as her legs began quaking. How such a Holy man’s touch could be so sinful, Cashmere could not understand.

She cried out his name one last time before pleasure electrified her skin and spread throughout her body. Her legs shook again, losing their strength so Adam had to keep her on her feet. He slowly removed his fingers before she felt her juices dripping down her legs.

He chuckled before taking his two fingers and forcing them into her mouth. “Be a good girl,” he teased. “And clean the mess you made.”

For a brief moment, Cashmere sputtered, struggling for air before quickly adjusting. Her tongue circled his fingers, tasting herself on them. A soft moan managed past her lips before he removed his fingers.

Adam pulled away, letting her stumble a bit but managed to steady herself against the wall.

Quickly, Cashmere pulled up her underwear and readjusted her skirt. Words failed her. Her eyes darted up to him before falling back to the floor. What could she say? It’s not like anyone would believe this happened. “…I should go home.”

Confusion filled his golden hues. “What the fuck? Why?”

“…this never should’ve happened.”

“Are you saying you didn’t want it now because you sure changed your mind fast—”

She closed her eyes in frustration. “You’re an Angel, Adam.”

“…so what? I can fuck whoever I want,” he said.

“I’m a demon, you idiot.”

“I’m not following,” Adam countered. “What part of I fuck whoever I want, don’t you understand?”

Cashmere stared at the Angel in front of her with her mouth agape. Was he serious?

“I-I’m going home.”

He seemed to back down before letting out a frustrated sigh. “Just fucking wait a second,” he said quickly. He took a few steps away from her before raking his fingers through his hair again. “Just stay here. Until you’ve sobered up.”

Confusion filled her face.

“You need to sober up,” he said, shooting a glare in her direction. “Some fucking freak could take advantage-”

“What the fuck do you think you just did?!”

“You didn’t fucking say no,” he snapped back. “You’re just pissed that you fucking enjoyed it.”

Her mouth shut.

He was right.

As disgusting as he was, she hated to admit that she had enjoyed that…

“…where should I stay?”

Adam sighed again before turning and motioning her to follow him. She followed him into a bedroom… it was clear it was his bedroom. Her eyes fell to the floor before Adam tossed a shirt to her. She glared at him briefly before noticing it was a band shirt.

“Wear that. Sleep here. Leave me the fuck alone,” he said before turning to head back into the living room.

Sighing, she waited for Adam to leave before shutting the door and stripping off her clothes. She slipped on the band tee that managed to cover just above her knees. Grimacing, she inspected the bedroom. It was clear he was a bachelor with how messy he was and the trash just strewn about. Sighing, she climbed into the bed and quickly shut the light off.

“Goodnight,” she mumbled mostly to herself.

The screams from the street managed to jar Cashmere awake as she sat up in bed and grimaced. Perhaps she had too much to drink and snort last night. Her head was practically spinning now. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around trying to remember where she was…

“Oh fuck.”

That’s right, Adam had snatched her up and brought her here the night before.

Her fingers pushed the stray strands of hair from her face, straining her ears for any sound, any movement from outside the bedroom. Snoring. He was still asleep. She forced herself out of the bed grabbing her shoes and her clothes. She would have to make a break for it.

Her hand came to the doorknob, slowly turning it and gently pulling the door open. Her eyes caught a glimpse of Adam still snoring from the couch before sneaking to his front door and silently slipping out of his apartment. A sigh fell from her lips, relieved she escaped without being detected.

“I’m going home.”

She pulled out her cell phone and saw a slew of texts from Cherrybomb and Angeldust. She responded to the group chat that she was fine and heading home and she would explain later.

Cashmere managed to make it to her apartment before reaching into her purse to grab her apartment key. “Home free,” she told herself, sighing with relief as she started opening the door.

“Bitch!”

Her head shot up as she noticed Angeldust rushing toward her. “…oh no.”

“Where the fuck did you go!”

“Angel - it’s fine I’m just going to go change,” she said, walking into her apartment but he managed to sneak his way past her and into the apartment as well.

He threw himself onto her bed before tilting his head at her. His eyes narrowed before the corner of his lips curled upward.

“Angel…”

“…who was it! Spill it!”

Groaning, she threw her clothes and purse to the floor. “Whatever you’re thinking it’s not true.”

Angeldust scoffed before sitting up on her bed. “That’s not your shirt, babe.”

A lump formed in her throat. Fuck.

“…it was nothing,” she hissed.

“You ran off with some fucker. Him?”

Glaring, she crossed her arms. “I fucking hate how observant you are.”

He shrugged. “A gift! Now tell me.”

“We didn’t fuck. Just screwed around a little,” she replied, shaking her head. “It should’ve never happened. It was a mistake. I was too high to go home so he let me crash. I left before he woke up.”

He looked unimpressed. “That bad?”

“Sure,” she was too frustrated to continue this conversation.

“Whatever you say~”

Rolling her eyes, Cashmere made her way into the bathroom and stripped off Adam’s band t-shirt. She inspected her reflection in the mirror before cutting on the water in the sink and splashing her face with cold water.

A nightmare.

This was just a nightmare.

Her phone began buzzing. A groan left her lips before she snatched up the phone, assuming it was either Cherrybomb calling to tease her or even worse - Valentino to demand she come into the strip club.

“Yeah?”

“Morning to you too, doll face.”

Her face paled.

“How the fuck did you get my number?!”

Adam snorted on the other line. “You’re the stupid ass that left her phone out and unlocked.”

“You went through my phone?!”

“Nice nudes in there by the way.”

How could she even begin to form a response to that? She pinched the bridge of her nose before taking a deep breath to calm her growing irritation.

“I’m not even responding-what do you want, asshole!”

“You fucking left.”

Was this serious? “Of course, I left,” she said, confused. “What were we going to do? Cuddle?”

He scoffed. “I want you to know I was being nice by letting you crash with me after you got fucking high as fuck,” he countered. “And you just leave? No fucking thank you? Nothing!”

This was serious.

Cashmere rubbed her eyes. “Being nice? That’s the bare minimum!”

“You were a fucking cock tease!”

“Tease?!”

“You were fucking putty in my hands,” he hissed. “Couldn’t even return the favor. A fucking tease.”

She couldn’t find her words. The tone of his voice was similar to the night before and sent shivers down her spine. She cursed under her breath. Was this reality?

“Where the fuck did you go?”

A sigh fell from her lips as she tried to center herself. How someone could be this dense, she had no idea… Clicking her tongue, she glanced at her bathroom door and made sure to lower her voice. She could not afford Angeldust finding out she had an Angel on the phone, and not just any Angel - Adam.

“I went home.”

“You didn’t even wake me up.”

“What the fuck were we going to do? Cuddle? Christ, Adam.”

He scoffed on the other line. “Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain.”

“I can’t do this right now,” she said, rubbing her temples. “I’m taking my shower.”

“Fucking fine,” he said. “Just come to the embassy when you’re done.”

She hung up on him.

She could not handle his bullshit now.

Her phone lit up with a text that said: did you just fucking hang up on me?

Choosing to ignore it, Cashmere turned her attention toward her shower, cutting on the water and making sure the temperature was as hot as she could stand. She slipped off the rest of her clothes before letting her hair down. Stepping in the shower, she let out another breath before stepping under the hot stream of water.

She let the water slip over her head and down her body. The heat offered some relief to her tense muscles. How the fuck had she ended up in this situation? Her fingers raked through her wet hair.

Did she even want to go back to the embassy and face him?

It wasn’t as if she had a choice. He had paid off Valentino, who believed this was some prostitution setup - no questions asked. The entire situation was beginning to weigh on Cashmere as she couldn’t be honest with her two closest friends.

And now?

Now, Adam had managed to worm his way into her pants, or at the very least his fingers between her legs.

Disgust filled her gut. Was she that desperate? Did she make it that easy for him?

She recalled her life when she was alive. While she could not remember everything now that she was dead, she could recall flashes and small glimpses into why she was such a disaster.

Prostitution had kept her off the streets, but at what cost?

She had disgraced her family, despite leaving and joining the profession for the sake of their survival. She had been battered, beaten, and bruised throughout her career by not only “customers” but by police and even other prostitutes.

Over the years, it hardened her. Numbed her.

“Cashmere?”

It was Angeldust, knocking on the bathroom door.

“Yeah?” She called out over the sound of the shower.

“You good?”

Pausing, her eyes fell to the drain. Was she?

“I’m fine!”

Straining her ears, she heard Angeldust retreat from the door as she slowly cut off the water. Snatching the towel from the rack, she wrapped the plush fabric around her body.

Her phone screen lit up again.

Another message… from Adam.

A sigh fell from her lips before scanning the text. “You can’t fucking ignore me forever?” She scoffed and turned off her phone in response. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

Walking into the embassy, Cashmere finally decided to turn her phone back on. She awoke to several messages to log her up on her phone from the night before - and she was right. A flood of messages from Adam filled her phone, a weird mixture of gaslighting and compliments and a sprinkle of disgust was an ongoing theme in each message.

She mumbled “idiot” under her breath before she reached his office and raised a hand to knock. But the door swung open.

She halfway expected him as she opened her mouth with a quip but quickly her eyes went wide as a fellow dancer left, adjusting her clothes. Cashmere stepped to the side observing before walking inside.

He was sitting in his chair as she shut the door. With her back turned, she felt his golden eyes on her - as if trying to burn a home through her.

A game… she suspected.

“…aren’t you supposed to be keeping a low profile?”

“I told you,” he said, loudly. “I do whatever the fuck I want.”

She stepped into the office and shut the door before finally turning to look at him. He was adjusting his clothes and she could only imagine what had taken place just moments before she knocked. She studied his expression for a brief second before noting the smirking just barely ghosting over his lips.

He was playing a game.

She took a seat and kept her expression even.

“So what now?”

His golden hues narrowed at her blase response. “What now?”

Cashmere nodded. “What are we doing now?”

“Don’t you wanna know who that was?”

“Not really,” she said, shrugging. “I know enough about her from the club to know that you may want to get checked afterward-”

“Don’t be a fucking smart ass.”

Cashmere merely shrugged in response, noting the annoyance in his voice was growing. If he wanted to play this type of game with her, she would make him learn that she was ten times better at it.

“So I’ll ask again,” she continued. “What are we doing now?”

Adam slumped into his chair. His eyes scanned over his paperwork before glancing back at her. “She was boring,” he commented, offhandedly. “Talked too much.”

Her gaze cut to him. “Okay?”

“Okay?” he repeated as his brows fell into a scowl. “That’s all you have to fucking say?!”

Cashmere tilted her head to the side.

“You are so fucking infuriating!”

She glanced down at her nails, inspecting the color carefully. “Sucks when people play mind games, doesn’t it?”

His fists slammed against the table, catching her attention briefly.

“Are you seriously going to sit there and throw a tantrum when you snooped through my phone and thought bringing a coworker here would upset me? I’m not an idiot,” she said, raking her finger through his hair. “This entire trip is just an excuse for you to torment a sinner here and try to get your scrawny dick wet.”

Adam fell silent as his eyes narrowed.

Cashmere sat back in her seat. “Play stupid games,” she said. “Win stupid prizes.”

His fists tightened. His knuckles turned white.

Satisfaction was evident on her face, knowing that she had pegged him exactly for what he was trying to do. “Now if you’re done being an insufferable wannabe rockstar,” she continued, turning her attention back to inspecting her nails. “We can work on what you were sent here to do.”

Adam opened his mouth to speak.

Cashmere reached across the table and snatched one of the pieces of paper scattered about. She wanted to look over the notes that he had supposedly taken during their last meet-up, but when she looked upon the paper…

“Are you fucking joking?”

Adam scowled again at her. “What?!”

“This is fucking stick figures fucking!”

He looked away from her.

“You didn’t even take notes?!”

Adam scoffed. “I have a brilliant memory. I don’t need notes. All I have to say is bitches like you deserve to be sinners-”

“Aren’t you supposed to understand why!?”

“Does it even matter?”

Cashmere balled her fists. “You know what,” she said, huffing. “It doesn’t to me. But won’t it get you into trouble up there?”

“I’m the original dick,” he snapped. “I’ll never get into trouble.”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t have to as her expression slipped into a judgemental stare.

“I don’t have to fucking answer to the likes of you,” he scowled. “Don’t you fucking judge me!”

“Men are always so sensitive,” she added, sighing.

His golden hues narrowed once again.

“What?” she questioned, leaning back in her chair. When she received no response, she let out a frustrated sigh. “If you’re an example of the angels in Heaven… I would rather be thrown into Hellfire. I’ve dealt with enough misogynist, pig men while I was alive to serve me an entire lifetime of suffering.”

She hadn’t noticed Adam standing up from his desk and slowly making his way toward her. As she continued to rant about pig men, Adam stood behind her chair before quickly grabbing her by the back of the throat, lifting her from her chair, and slamming her onto the desk.

A yelp of pain erupted from the sinner as she felt the weight of his body press against her much smaller frame. She squirmed, trying to break him of his grip but the sheer size he had on her alone - he would overpower her.

“Let me go you fuckface-”

His hand left her neck and slid into her hair before gripping her locks tightly. “You’ve been acting like a fucking spoiled brat all day,” he hissed, leaning into her ear. “Tell me you don’t want this… and I’ll disappear.”

Fuck him. Fuck him.

The tone of his voice sent shivers all the way down her spine before causing her thighs to clench together. Her mind drifted back to that moment of weakness in his apartment.

“Fuck you!”

His mocking laughter filled her ears.

“I’m not hearing no.”

“Let me go or I’ll scream!”

“I’d prefer if you did.”

Cashmere glared at him in response.

“Now be a good kitty cat and listen…”

She scowled under her breath. Was he mocking her demonic, lioness form now?

“I’m not a cat-ow!”

He had tugged on her tail earning a yelp. “Lion… tiger… aren’t they all just oversized house cats?” His gloved fingers slid down the length of her tail. “But it seems I’ve found a way to make you listen.” His fingers grasped her tail again and immediately he sensed Cashmere’s body tense.

“Now,” he said gently. “You’re going to show me exactly why you were sent to Hell in the first place.”

“Let go-” she gasped mid sentence as he tugged on her tail.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like this,” he scoffed before he let go of her tail and the free hand slipped up her skirt.

Cashmere was quiet for a moment before quickly elbowing him in the gut, sending him into a string of curses. Wincing at him tugging her hair before letting her go, she quickly moved back to her feet.

A mixture and crimson and black glazed over her eyes as her fangs grew longer. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”

A hand raked through his shaggy, dark hair before his lips curled into a sneer. His tongue ran along his lower lip. He took a step toward her.

Cashmere hissed at him.

He opened his mouth to respond but Cashmere took her clawed hand and swiped at his face before Adam lunged forward, snatching her wrist. Quickly, she swiped with her opposite hand but Adam stopped her again. Cashmere tugged, trying to break his grip but instead Adam used his size to pin her against the desk again.

His lips curled into a sneer. “Nice try, kitty cat.”

“Fuck you!”

He leaned in closer. “Gladly.”

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toorusluvr · 3 months ago

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❥ ҉ CHAPTER SEVEN - BACK IN THE GROOVE

❥ ҉ CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions of reader having anxiety in earlier paragraphs + smut in chapter + penetration sex + p in v + protected sex

❥ ҉ NOTE FROM NIS: hello it's me again omg it's been so long since the last update i truly apologise for the late updates! i'm trying my best to finally finish this series! anyway, enjoy chapter 7! i felt like i have forgotten how to write good lord please bear with me.... as usual, reblogs, likes, and comments are very very much appreciated! <3

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After you have been discharged from the hospital, nothing has really changed. Everything feels numb, and you can’t feel any emotions at all. Literally. It always feels like life is on loop. You go to school, eat, cry yourself to sleep, and repeat. Your eyes are begging you to stop crying but you just… couldn’t .

Iwaizumi witnessed you being trapped in your soulless body. Sometimes you just spaced out with no expressions at all. It’s heartbreaking to see you this way because it reminds him so much of himself, which is why he doesn’t want you to be this way for any longer. Breakups happen every time but the post-breakup? It’s like your entire soul is being tortured. He does not know how he can console you because he himself was struggling for a long time until he realized that his life didn’t end when his relationship was over.

Sure, some people would say high school relationships don’t matter but to him, it was the first time he discovered that he is indeed capable of loving someone. But the grief of losing them afterwards… Iwaizumi was almost sure he didn’t want to fall in love again if it hurt this bad.

Iwaizumi would say he has moved on from his ex-girlfriend. To be saying he didn’t feel any ounce of hurt after finding out that Semi cheated on you with his ex, that would be a big slap to the face. Fuck it, he was deeply offended and hurt at the same time. If anything, he’d be sure to destroy the man in the face for cheating. Semi and his ex-girlfriend – God knows what business do they have with each other, can go to fucking hell for cheating. Iwaizumi did not want to play the victim here, shit– he was indeed a victim, but his ex-girlfriend went out of her way to cheat with multiple guys while they were in a relationship. In the end, Iwaizumi would still take her back because he has always thought every relationship has its ups and downs. That was solely his mistake for being so naive.

You stared at the blank blackboard in front of the class, not hearing Oikawa and Iwaizumi have been calling your name several times. Then, you felt a hard smack on your shoulder, snapping into reality. “OW!” you groaned in pain. You looked over to your right side, where you could see Oikawa was fuming mad (well, not really) while glaring at you.

“We’ve been calling your name for the past few minutes,” Oikawa enunciated the last three words. You could sense he was a bit annoyed that you didn’t hear him calling. His expression proved it all. It’s not exactly that he could hide his expressions well. He just loves being dramatic sometimes.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” you cleared your throat as you turned your body to face him.

Oikawa rolled his eyes at you, “Iwa-chan was asking you if you wanted to be his partner for the project. I am teamed up with someone else because we did our last project together. Iwa did it solo but this project needs to be a pair work. Can you partner up with him?”

You looked at Iwaizumi, who was sitting behind both of you in class. He raised his eyebrows at you, waiting for your answer. A glimpse of his tan skin and the luscious lips… wait . Hooking up with him is one thing and partnering up with him for a project is another. But what could hurt? Your soul is already damaged, anyway. This decision can go straight to your list of disappointments and regrets.

“Sure, why not?” you answered with a smile. “You good if we start working on it after school, Iwa? I want to get it done as soon as possible. You don’t have to skip practice, just come to my house after practice ends. I’ll text you my address later.”

“I was thinking of asking you that earlier. Sure, I’ll come to your house later,” Iwaizumi agreed with the plan you made. The earlier you get the project done, the better. He needs to focus on the assessments, the upcoming exam, and also the preliminary. The pressure he has on himself is crazy. But, people don’t always see that because he hides it so well.

Oikawa wiggled his eyebrows at Iwaizumi, “Oh, alone times,” he sing-songed. Iwaizumi glared at him before he continued to work on the task given by your teacher. This dude never gives up on teasing both of you just because you guys were each other’s one night stand. He once told Oikawa to grow up because he was annoying him too much.

“Go find someone to get laid, pretty boy,” you snickered at Oikawa and the last thing you saw before facing forward was his jaw dropped open at the comment you just made.

After his practice ended, you waited for Iwaizumi in the living room when he texted he was almost there. The doorbell rang; it was none other than Iwaizumi himself. “Come in!” you said cheerfully, even though there was barely any energy left inside of you. You didn’t want to make Iwaizumi worried over your worsening mental state. He’d probably nag and call you stupid but hey, you’ve heard him called Oikawa worse.

The raven-haired boy gave you a light smile once you opened the door for him. He was freshly dressed in a white t-shirt and black sweats. The outfits combination that makes every girl drool.

“Is no one home?” Iwaizumi asked as he stepped into your house. He looked around your house and followed your steps to your room upstairs. It was his first time coming to your home and being in your bedroom.

“I told you before that my mom is barely home at times like this. She'll be home late at night,” you answered while leading him to your room. You opened the door to your room and invited him in. He followed after you and his eyes did a quick scan of your bedroom.

“Oh, I forgot about that. Send my regards to your mom when she's home soon,” Iwaizumi said.

You let out a soft chuckle and nodded to his request. Both of you started working on the project, laying out all the outlines and possible drafts. You divided the tasks that needed to be done fairly between Iwaizumi and you. Iwaizumi contributed the ideas and points needed for the project. Both of you had a discussion over it for almost an hour when your stomach suddenly made a loud noise. You glanced up to see Iwaizumi was already staring back at you.

Iwaizumi raised a lone brow at the sound. “Hungry there, princess?”

Princess . Never thought you’d get butterflies being called that. What a funny thing. Though his tone showed mockery but hell the butterflies were swarming until it left no room in your stomach.

Iwaizumi caught the brief flustered expression that was all over your face. But you turned expressionless immediately. Huh . Good to know he is capable of making you flustered, then.

“Let’s order some food. Are you okay with that?” You asked as you grabbed your phone beside you. Iwaizumi immediately said yes as he was hungry too. He didn’t have any time to grab any snacks right after practice ended.

Both of you perused the online menu and soon the food will be delivered to your doorsteps. While waiting, you and Iwaizumi picked up where the project was left off – to wrap it up for the night before the food got here.

When the food was finally delivered, you and Iwaizumi sat in your kitchen to dine in. You told Iwaizumi to make himself comfortable as he looked so awkward standing there. “Is it your first time being at a girl's house?” You let out a laugh as his expression turned sour.

If there’s one thing that Iwaizumi dislikes, it is being accused of things. He HAS been to a girl’s house before. Yes, for hooking up and whatnot. But, not for having meals together, that’s for sure!

“Not really. It just feels too domestic, no?” Iwaizumi replied in all honesty. He sat on the barstool and you slid a glass of water to the man. You paused to look at him briefly. Well, he got a point there!

“Damn. You’re right. But hey, that’s what friends do too. So we’re good,” you retaliated with a downturned smile. Iwaizumi just let out a snicker to your response. Both of you then devoured your food because hunger took over your consciousness.

He was not much of a talker at first but after practically forcing him to talk, he finally did. It wasn’t much because this man is indeed great at keeping his secrets to himself. You wondered if he told Oikawa enough about himself and his emotions when things get tough. Does Iwaizumi ever do that? Curiosity definitely gets the best of you sometimes but that’s another topic for another day.

“It’s getting late. It would be best if you go home now. Your parents must be worried,” you yawned. You peeked over the clock hanging on your wall, and it’s almost 11 p.m. but your mother wasn’t home yet.

“Yeah. I should go home. Hey, you should take a rest. You look tired. You okay?” Iwaizumi asked as he stood upright. He slung his backpack over his shoulders while looking at you, expecting your reply.

You nodded, “I’m good. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Sure. I’m going home. Make sure you aren’t staying up too late,” Iwaizumi advised. He wasn’t sure of what he was feeling, but he had this instinct that you were hoping he would stay with you through the night. He didn’t want to seem like he’s a know-it-all – worse, a pushover so he chased his instincts away.

“Take care, Iwa. See you tomorrow!” you bid goodbye as you watched him entering the cab that was waiting in front of your house. Iwaizumi paused as he grabbed the door handle of the cab, looking back at you.

“See you tomorrow,” he said with a curt nod. You waved him goodbye and waited until the taxi took off.

One thing about getting anxious is that it comes uninvited. Your anxiety came creeping in later that night. You laid on your bedroom floor helplessly, gasping for air to breathe normally. Your tears were streaming down your face non-stop while you tried to reach your phone to dial for anyone in case things went south. It felt like you went back and forth to hell while battling the anxiety alone. You wished you had asked Iwaizumi to stay with you earlier. But then he would find out your weak point and the fear of him using it against you was enough to snap you out of reality. Cynical or not, you are done with people using your weakness against you.

About a week later, you and Iwaizumi promised to have another discussion. This time, he asked you to come to his house. You agreed to it without thinking any further because the deadline was getting closer! Iwaizumi wasn’t able to contribute over the weekend due to his volleyball practices. But, you covered his part and explained what he needed to do later on. He was super grateful for your understanding.

“Wait a second. Shit , I forgot that I ran out of my sticky notes. Do you mind if we drop by the book store?” Iwaizumi stopped walking and your steps faltered as well. You looked up at him and nodded.

“Yeah, sure. There’s the book store,” you said as you pointed a finger to the bookstore that has the navy blue signboard outside. It looks quite old but surely they have a lot of stuff there.

Iwaizumi shook his head, “I need to go to the bookstore that I always go to. It’s like 15 minutes from here. Do you mind?”

That’s one thing you didn’t see it coming. The Iwaizumi Hajime has a favorite bookstore? Surely his secret admirers would love this and go batshit crazy with the news.

“You have a favorite bookstore?” You asked. Iwaizumi bit the inside of his cheek, “Yeah, is that a problem? What? I cannot have a favorite bookstore because I am not smart enough for you?”

His defensive reply definitely got you laughing, wait no , howling of laughter. You couldn’t believe that he gets so defensive over something so trivial! Surely everyone has their favorite bookstore. Having a favorite bookstore does not make you a nerd. If anything, it makes you look smart. And God knows that leaves a good impression.

“Good God, do you need an exorcism?” Iwaizumi asked while rolling his eyes. Man, the last thing he needed today was you howling of laughter. It took a hit on his pride and yeah, he was offended a bit.

Your laughter slowly faded away. Iwaizumi was still staring at you with that scowl that could leave a permanent mark on his beautiful face. “No, dude. You should have seen the look on your face when you got so defensive just now. Chill, man. I was just asking you a question. Did someone used to make fun of you or something? Geez, seek therapy then.”

Iwaizumi heaved out a deep breath. You like to test his patience sometimes and God, he doesn’t need another friend to give him constant headaches. “Alright, I was at fault for getting too ‘defensive’ then,” he did an air quote with an annoyed expression.

“Take a joke, babe,” you groaned and he put you in a headlock that had you gasping for air. Iwaizumi didn’t use much of his force and let go when you squealed, begging him to loosen the headlock. You quickly brushed your hair using your fingers, “Remind me to not piss you off because I almost died. I wonder how Oikawa is still alive when he’s getting headlocked by you at least 3 times a week!”

“I don’t do it that often,” he said in the same defensive tone again. His eyebrows all scrunched, lips almost pouty.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “ Really? ”

“I’ll leave you here if we don’t start moving in the next 3 seconds. I’m not joking,” Iwaizumi said determinedly. He once left Oikawa at a bus stop because he was taking too long to do his hair. He hated being stalled because he’s always punctual! Why can’t other people do the same?

“I’ll report you to the police for negligence,” you huffed a reply as you fell into his steps side-by-side. Iwaizumi snorted with laughter, “That was merely a threat, princess. Take a joke, babe .”

He said the last line so casually while giving you a smirk. Damn him and that attractive as hell smirk because it could kill people! Damn him and damn the universe for trying to fuck you up with this weird feeling.

You shook your head with an annoyed smirk, “I hope the bookstore is closed. You better hurry!”

“Nah, not funny, princess. Let’s go,” he said as he dragged you with him. Thank goodness he didn’t run or sprint or else you’d have tripped on the pavements.

Once you guys showed up in front of the bookstore, Iwaizumi didn’t waste any time and headed straight to the sticky notes section. He didn’t think twice about picking the sticky notes and some highlighters. You were off to the next aisle just to check out some books. Iwaizumi then appeared by your side.

“You looking for anything?” Iwaizumi asked as his eyes carefully scanned the books shelves.

You shook your head, “Nah. Let’s go if you’re done. It’s getting late.”

Iwaizumi hummed and just when he turned his heels around, he saw two familiar individuals that he never expected to meet at all. At this place. Your gaze diverted to the same two familiar individuals when Iwaizumi stopped in his tracks.

Just like a deer getting caught in headlights, the two individuals stopped talking to each other as well.

Your heart dropped at the sight of the two people who ruined your life just a few weeks ago. Now that they’re here in front of you, you feel nothing but pure rage. Your eyes were locked on the ash blonde guy that gave you nothing but a stab in your heart. A 3-year relationship went down the drain just like that. He threw you away as if you were nothing to him.

Semi looked at you for what felt like a minute and then he moved his gaze to the man next to you. The girl next to him had her eyes locked on Iwaizumi. Her ex boyfriend of 2 years. Your breathing became ragged and what felt like anxiety spreaded all over your system like it was a virus.

You tried to control your breathing, kept your cool but fuck was it so hard to do even just that. Shit. Semi still has his power over you and you fucking hate it. This is not attraction or admiration. This is just pure hatred and disgust. Cheating was your final wake up call and no more tolerance over this son of a bitch!

Overwhelming rage almost took over you and only the thoughts of being violent were playing at the back of your mind. Maybe Iwaizumi saw your clenched fists and the fact that you almost lurched at his ex-girlfriend, he instinctively held your hand in his. His touch woke you up from the violent vision from clouding your mind.

You looked down at where his hand was holding yours. Slowly, you moved your gaze to meet his dark green orbs. His gaze showed genuine concern. “We’re better than that,” he whispered quietly. Your breath hitched. Right. You don’t like to resort to violence unless you really need to.

“Huh, fancy meeting you here, Hajime,” the girl with the shoulder-length hair spoke up, arms to her chest as her eyes stared at the man next to you. Iwaizumi’s jaw ticked at the sound of his ex-girlfriend's voice. Well, it was once his favourite. Emphasis on once . Now it’s just this annoying noise that he is starting to despise so much.

“New girlfriend?” The girl snickered when her gaze met yours. Iwaizumi might not want to start a fight or worse, a brawl or hair pulling, but you were so damn ready to punch this girl in her smug face. You do not know what kind of woman Iwaizumi is into, but this bitch was obviously nowhere in his league. Yes, she might have a pretty face but a nasty attitude mirrors her whole appearance.

You were disgusted at the sight of her and your blood level rose tenfold when you saw Semi’s hand trying to pull her back. Semi shook his head slightly when she noticed his hand on her forearm.

“As far as I’m concerned, who I am dating at the moment is none of your business,” Iwaizumi said – his voice stern, subtly indicating that both of you are currently dating. You didn’t oppose the idea. Amused, more like it.

His ex-girlfriend stifled a laughter. “Impressive work, Hajime. I didn't peg you to enjoy someone’s leftover,” she mocked.

Cheating with Semi is one thing but calling you as his leftover? This bitch knew how to push your buttons. Your eyebrows furrowed at her sudden insult.

“Well, guess I shattered your expectations. Don't worry, I'll make sure to savour every last bite of something her ex will never get a taste of,” Iwaizumi glanced over you and pulled your waist closer to his side.

You slowly smiled at both of them. “Pretty bold of you to make such an accusation. Hell, one thing that I know is that I sure as hell don’t go after someone else’s boyfriend. One of us is a fucking slut and Hajime, just between us , it is sure as hell ain’t me or you.”

Her sinister smile slowly faded from her fucking smug face.

“I don’t think so you need to go that far, Y/N,” Semi’s stern voice broke the temporary silence. Iwaizumi’s eyebrow furrowed in confusion. If anything, his ex-gf or Semi’s current gf or whatsoever started it first. He dared to spin it against you now? The audacity that some people have is unnerving!

“You don’t get to talk, cheater,” you sighed loudly. “You know what? Both of you deserve each other. I truly hope both of you rot in hell happily ever after.”

You gripped on Iwaizumi’s wrist and made your way to the cashier. You stopped in your tracks when the girl had an iron grip on your other wrist. “Where do you think you are going?”

Iwaizumi let out a sigh at her stubbornness. She is in for it and Iwaizumi knows too damn well you are not going to let this slide easily. How hard it must be for you to encounter these two people who kinda ruined your life in one day. For what it’s worth, Iwaizumi would love to see you destroy his ex-girlfriend. She deserves it.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to touch me? Eita, I do not peg you as someone who enjoys fucking crazy girls,” you looked at the girl dead in the eyes before looking back at Semi. “Fucking touch me one more time and your pretty face will be covered in bruises next. Tell your pretty girlfriend to not cause herself any harm, will you?”

You loosened her grip on your wrist and shoved her shoulder away from you. Iwaizumi gave the two people a once over and caught up with your pace.

After Iwaizumi paid for his stuff at the cashier, he followed you out of the book shop. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed loudly. “Fucking damn it. They ruined my day again!” You said frustratedly.

Iwaizumi examined your expression. Yeah, you were mad as hell now. He would be too if he was in your place. “You need to cool down first?” Iwaizumi asked.

You turned to look at him with tears welling up in your eyes. “ Shit , I don’t know. Let’s just go to your house, okay? I’ll be fine,” you said as you patted him on the arm. Iwaizumi watched you step away from the book shop area.

“Actually, we are going this way!” Iwaizumi raised his voice a bit and you cursed yourself for being too distracted. You immediately turned back and grabbed him in the arm. “Let’s go!” You said determinedly. Iwaizumi couldn’t help but laugh at your demeanour.

The moment you arrived at Iwaizumi’s neighbourhood, your jaw dropped. The houses here are almost elite . You immediately turned to look at him, “You never told me that you are rich.”

“I’m not rich,” Iwaizumi shrugged his shoulders. You eyed him suspiciously while following him from behind. He opened the door for you and the moment you stepped into his house, your jaw dropped again. His living room is huge and well-decorated! Surely his parents are loaded.

“You’re rich, Iwa. Just admit it, man. Good lord, you have such a beautiful house!” You gushed– your eyes wandering around the living room area. Iwaizumi shook his head at your gushing and endless praises of how beautiful his house is. Well, it’s his parents’ house not his .

Iwaizumi turned to look at you, “Done gushing? You need anything? Water? Snacks?”

You shook your head. “Let’s get it started.” The earlier you can get it done, the better.

Iwaizumi then showed you his room, where the discussion took place. He told you that his parents were working so they might come home later than expected. You were fine with it. Having Iwaizumi as your partner in this project is a blessing, you gotta admit. He is so fucking smart. Obviously, everyone has a thing for the smart guys. A bonus point, he looks very handsome as well. With the tan skin, the perfect height, athletic, everyone drools at the sight of him. Sometimes hilarious. Yeah.

He had the upper hand of knowing the subject teacher so he knew what the teacher needed despite being given the question paper. It was like he read the teacher’s mind. You were impressed with his sharp observational skills. Even though he missed contributing some of the parts, he still managed to do everything quickly. A smart and athletic man? Yes, definitely a huge 10/10!

“Why did you break up with your ex? What was her name again?” You broke the silence. Iwaizumi stopped twirling the pen with his fingers and shot you a puzzled look.

He cleared his throat and sat upright. “Why did you ask?”

You let out a soft sigh, “Just curious, that’s all. Mind telling me? Please ?”

Iwaizumi’s interest was piqued. The way you added please at the end of your sentence did something to him. Something unrecognisable that made his stomach swirl . Huh. What a weird feeling.

“You really want to know that bad, huh?” Iwaizumi asked again.

You nodded as your eyes scanned the interior of his room. Like expected, his room is well-kept. Tidy and minimalistic from little to none decorations around the room. His study desk – where the books are arranged neatly, unlike yours back home.

Your eyes then caught the Godzilla plushies sitting next to his bed. “You have plushies?” You couldn’t help but ask the question because having a plushie is a bit out of character for him.

Iwaizumi let out a soft sigh– his shoulders slumped. “Guess who got it for me?”

The way he worded his question answered everything you needed to know. “She gave it to you?”

Iwaizumi nodded weakly, “Never a fan of plushies. She just gave it to me because she saw how much I like Godzilla. That’s all. It was a nice gesture until she went and cheated on my cousin’s friend behind my back. The worst thing was, my cousin’s friend had a girlfriend too at the moment. It was messy as hell because the girl decided to attack her and I just stood there, clueless. That was not even her first time cheating behind my back! So, mine is quite similar to yours, I assume.”

The end of his sentence got you rethinking your entire breakup. Now that he said it out loud, yes it was similar. Except that Iwaizumi found out too late and yours was at the perfect time. Worst, planned by the bitch herself. Oh she’s definitely not a girl’s girl. A homewrecker at the age of eighteen. Yucks.

“Well, look at us. A product of someone who got cheated on in their relationship. Welcome to the club. Do you want to be the leader? I’m comfortable being the co-leader,” you joked. Iwaizumi just shook his head with a slight smile on his lips. He then dismissed the joke with his hand.

You took it as a cue to continue doing your discussion. Most of the time, it was just you getting distracted by his veiny hands and his raspy voice. You kept on remembering the sex you guys had before this. Slowly exhaling a deep breath, you tried to focus.

“What’s the matter with you?” Iwaizumi asked confusedly. He was busy mapping out your discussions and you were exhaling a few times– louder than usual. You looked like you were growing agitated.

You looked at him apologetically, “Well, can our friends with benefits arrangement still go on? Or have you found someone else?”

Iwaizumi’s jaw ticked. He couldn’t believe such a question got him all hot and bothered. Maybe it was a joke but you did not look like you were joking either.

“What do you have in mind?” Iwaizumi asked.

“Wanna fuck?” You asked sheepishly. Well, blame it on the hormones and the man himself. How dare he look all gorgeous and sexy while holding a discussion on an important subject?

Iwaizumi was almost sent to the emergency room at that moment. He let out a raspy laughter, “You really wanna do that right now? Good lord, you’re unbelievable.”

He was saying that as he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. You smirked knowing his tactics. Iwaizumi then reached the front of your shirt, almost popping all of your buttons in one go. He pushed your body on the carpeted floor and you broke into giggles.

The man then snaked his hand under your skirt. His palm slowly caressing the inner of your thighs that made your blood run cold. Your chest rose heavily, breath staggered at his every touch.

He pressed his thumb over your dampened cotton underwear. With a slow caress, you took a deep breath as you tried to ease yourself. Iwaizumi’s lips ghosted over your neck, gently nibbling on your skin. His free hand crept to your wrist and pinned it down beside your head.

“One touch and you’re already wet, princess?” His words hung over the air – his dark green eyes held your gaze.

You looked at him with a dazed stare, “Well, you were busy sitting still and looked pretty for me. I guess it made me feel something.”

One of the things that Iwaizumi likes about you is that you kinda match his snarky remarks. It’s not easy to match his kind of joking around without others taking it to heart. Trust him, he has tried.

A small grin appeared on the corner of his lips. His two longest fingers brushed over your wet slit. A small whimper came out of your lips, earning a smug grin from the man. “A mere touch got you whimpering? You need to learn how to last long, princess,” he said in that raspy voice of his.

What he said just now turned you on. Damn him and his dirty talk that got you all worked up. The rough feel of his fingertips lightly scratched against your sensitive pussy down there.

His fingers worked their way up to your entrance, slowly circling around your entrance before he made it up to your clit. Iwaizumi dragged his fingertips around your puffy clit that got your body jerked in his hold. You breathed heavily, trying not to make any noise like he said earlier.

“Want me to continue, princess? You’ve been real quiet,” he got up on his knees just to say it into your ear.

Your eyes locked with his gaze, “Yes, please .”

Iwaizumi’s sharp gaze bored into yours before he spoke up. “Pleading looks good on you, princess.”

His lips caught yours in a split second, nibbling on your lower lip. His free hand cupped the column of your neck before moving it to your nape, pressing your lips harder against his. You tried to breathe but he was quick to shove his tongue into your mouth.

You got impatient and immediately unbuttoned his slacks. His pants were getting tighter each second, especially the groin area. It’s amusing how easily you can affect him. The things that you make him feel, gosh.

One of Iwaizumi’s fingers crooked on the waistband of your skirt and pulled it down, revealing you in your cotton underwear. You sighed when he brought the same finger and let it linger on the wet spot a tad bit longer. The rough feel of his fingertip created a friction you never knew was so daunting.

Both of you now half-naked in each other’s lap. Iwaizumi positioned you in his lap. His face was just the right level with your clothed breasts. You unbuttoned your school shirt for him and he watched it with a thirst that almost burnt his throat. Sharp breaths accompanied his impatience while watching you get undressed.

You reached the back of your bra to unhook it. Iwaizumi got aroused just seeing how fucking pretty your tits are. He gulped hard. So hard that it was audible to both of you.

Iwaizumi is a patient man. Maybe not to a bunch of people but he sometimes has the patience of a saint. But now, he is being tested as a man. Well, he finds himself enjoying watching you stripping out of your clothes but right now, he’s like a man being starved for so long. His patience was running thin and it was very fortunate he didn’t rip your bra apart.

“Fuck, I love your tits, princess,” he sighed breathily as he buried his face in your breasts. You bit on your lower lip, suppressing the moan.

A warm feeling coated your pert nipple as a strong hand massaged another breast. You sighed when Iwaizumi gently sucked on your sensitive nipple. His other hand was busy kneading your other breast. His touch is magical, if it makes any sense. Any other stress that you were having before, they have disappeared.

Your nails scratched his scalp while your hips were busy grinding back and forth on him. Iwaizumi groaned every time his dick twitched in his pants. Not now , he grunted to himself. He wanted to savour your taste firstly first before he fed his hunger and lust.

“Your mouth feels so good, Iwa,” you half-whispered. Iwaizumi’s hand travelled to your ass and gave it a hard squeeze. You chuckled under your breath, knowing it was his silent way of acknowledging what you just said.

His tongue circled your nipple, saliva coating your sensitive nipple. Iwaizumi’s both hands were now pinned on your waists. His face glanced up at you and you gave him this pleading eyes that got him rock hard again.

Shit, the voice at the back of his mind said. Iwaizumi didn’t say anything but caught your lips with a hard and punishing kiss. You were caught off-guard that you almost stumbled backwards. But his strong hands stopped you before it even happened.

The kiss was making you feel lightheaded, not even realising both of you were undressing each other in the light of speed. Your shirt, his shirt. Your skirt, his pants. Your underwear, his boxer. Both of you are now fully naked on his carpeted floor.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get inside you,” he whispered against your lips and you nodded without any doubts.

“Condoms,” you gasped softly and Iwaizumi immediately reached for the drawer beside his bed. He tore the foil with his teeth and rolled the condom on. You found it hot that he was getting impatient and so did you. Your mouth also watered at the sight of his dick. He always stretches your pussy so good and that’s a memory you cherish forever. But he doesn’t need to know it.

Iwaizumi then looked at you. His eyes were questioning you whether you’re ready or not. You nodded as if both of you could read each other’s minds. He then suggested getting on his bed or else both of you would get back pain.

Your weight dipped into his soft as hell mattress. Wow. It felt like clouds laying down on his bed. You just prayed his bed is also… soundproof and less creaking. “Shoot. Your mattress is comfy as hell,” you complimented as he got on top of you. His body caged your body.

Iwaizumi’s eyebrows scrunched a bit. Man, you are so random sometimes. “Princess, you do love to think your thoughts out loud, do you?”

A chuckle filled the momentary silence. You then circled your arms around his shoulders, bringing him down nose-to-nose with you. “You’re getting impatient, aren’t you? Well, come on now. Show me how bad you want to fuck me,” you said seductively against his lips.

His cock nudging between your legs. Iwaizumi’s smirk slowly plastered on his lips. He bit on your lower lip until you winced in pain. “Such a vulgar language,” his voice rasped. He propped an elbow as his other free hand lined his cock along your entrance.

The tip of his cock slid inch by inch – your mouth gaped open, back arching as your pussy stretched to his size. Iwaizumi let out a soft groan as he bottomed out. Your nails were already clawing into his back.

His fingers clawed onto his bedsheet, hips slowly rocking forward. Fuck, he felt like he was in pure bliss once he was inside you. Your pussy was so warm, so inviting and so fucking tight that it hurt. He almost came the second he was inside you. Bless the universe for not fucking with him that moment.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in. His hand then squeezed your breasts in both of his hands. Looks like you finally figured out what kind of man he is.

The truth is, Iwaizumi leaned more towards the guys who prefer ass. He was not a douchebag. He simply has preferences but it’s not like he is going to announce it to the real world. Why couldn't his hands leave your tits? Because your tits were on his mind all day. Especially the way your sports attire you were wearing earlier hugging every curve of your upper body and the sports bra you were wearing definitely triggered some of his primal instincts.

His thrust was hard and punishing. He fucked you so hard that your tits bounced wildly in his face. The man was so lost in how lewd his sight was right now. Your breathless moans, the continuous whispers telling him to keep going. Fuck. He missed this. He missed fucking you and being inside you.

“Princess, your pussy is so fucking tight,” he leaned down to whisper. Your eyes slowly opened, revealing his handsome face and the sweats that glistened on his forehead and abs.

The man has a set of abs that was carved by God himself. Every line and crevice is deep and curved to perfection. His V-line too. Good lord. Suddenly, you were hit with a pang of jealousy. How many women did he sleep with? How many nudes did he send before you? Ugh! Jealousy couldn’t have come at the worst time.

Iwaizumi glanced over your fucked out expression. Eyes closed, lips swollen and glossy from the kiss. He cupped your cheek, “Did you hear me, princess?”

You nodded hurriedly, “Don’t stop, Iwa. Fuck. S’so good.”

Your words were all over the place. Not even your mind could be able to function properly with how good his cock was stretching you out. The tip of his cock nudging your spot, bringing you closer to climax by each second. You clawed at his shoulder at the slow sensation building up in your core.

“Fuck!” You hissed when you felt it coming. Iwaizumi groaned when your pussy clenched around his cock like a tight vice.

One of his hands found your clit. His thumb rubbing circles on your weakest spot that left you crumble like a broken vase. All of your senses heightened. Goosebumps prickled and your core tightened into a twisted knot. Your breath started getting heavier but Iwaizumi wouldn’t stop his thrust – from fucking into you harder.

It was all too much. If he kept going, you might scream at the top of your lungs. You didn’t want him to stop either.

The man himself was losing his composure. He couldn’t last long but fuck, you were so close. So close to the brink of an orgasm. That’s a thing he wouldn’t let slide so easily.

His thumb found your clit again, his cock thrusting in and out of you mercilessly. You were so wet that there was no restriction. His thumb circled your clit, building the rhythm to make you come.

“Come on, princess. Give me all you got, hm? Don’t hold back. Let go, beautiful,” he leaned down next to your ears, panting heavily. His eyes shut closed, trying to last longer than you. Your bodies were so close, chest-to-chest. The noises were so lewd you were afraid if someone was outside, listening to everything.

You moaned again. Your sweet moans lulling the sound of the skin slapping against skin. It was only a matter of time before your orgasm crashed.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so so close!” You pleaded. Iwaizumi kept going, his thrust didn’t stop or get any sloppier. He kissed you hard on the lips that had you gasping for breath.

You gasped for air, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!”

Your cries were his cue that your orgasm was in a matter of seconds. Iwaizumi shut you up with his mouth again. The tight knot crashed. White spots covered your vision as your breath slowly became normal again. Iwaizumi pressed his forehead against yours and gathered his breath.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he slowly pulled out of you. You felt empty without him being inside you.

You let out a soft gasp watching him tying the used condom and tossing it into his dustbin. The man then grabbed a pair of shorts to wear. He rummaged through his closets to find a clean towel to help you clean up, though there wasn’t really any big mess to clean after.

Iwaizumi tossed the clean towel to you. “You need to take a quick shower? You can use my bathroom.”

You let out a disgruntled sound, “Thanks.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes trailed after your movements as you made your way to his bathroom. He was fortunate enough to have his personal bathroom. It makes it easier every time he has company over. Girls, especially.

You are the second girl he has ever invited to his room. His bed , vis-a-vis. Most of the time he prefers to do it at their house instead. But he is not the type to fuck around a lot. It’s a waste of his time to focus on the wrong thing when he could be focusing on his final year and volleyball.

The man then threw his weight on his bed the second you locked the bathroom door. He placed an arm over his eyes, reminiscing the whole sex fiasco just now. How pretty your moans and cries were. Just by remembering the tiniest part of it got him hard again. Double shit.

Your eyes widened at how fucking beautiful his bathroom was. The interior was to die for, and you meant it literally! It could be one of your dream bathrooms! Just how rich is he?!

Iwaizumi is a very organised man. He arranged all of his products where they were supposed to be. You gawked at his bathroom before finally getting into the shower. It was spacious as hell, enough to fit both of you.

Nope ! Not going there!

Just when you were about to get dressed, your mind finally clicked that you did not bring any of your clothes inside the bathroom. That also meant you had to go out and re enter again. Shit and shit!

Without thinking any further, you just came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body. It was a bit short but enough to cover your everything .

Iwaizumi’s eyes brightened with amaze once his gaze landed on you. “Forgot your clothes? You know you could have called me to bring it to you, right?”

You huffed, “Obviously my brain cells weren’t working! Geez.” You looked at your clothes scattered on the floor and you sighed. Great! Now you needed to crouch to pick them up.

“Hajime!” A woman’s voice suddenly boomed outside of his door. Both of you jumped in surprise at the sudden presence.

“Your ex came back?” You gasped.

Iwaizumi looked at you with the “ are you fucking serious? ” expression. Duh ! It was his mother! The only thing that should have been the first thing on your mind! Iwaizumi hurriedly asked you to put on your clothes but damn it, it was so hard to focus on the simplest task at times like this!

“Hajime! Do you have your friends over?” His mother knocked on his door countless times. She even tried to hear what was going on inside of his room.

Iwaizumi tried to breathe normally, “Yes, mom! We’ll be out in a second! Just- finalising our school work!”

Mrs. Iwaizumi let out a huff, “Sure. Come out when y’all are ready. I ordered some takeouts.”

“Okay, mom!” Iwaizumi said loudly. He listened to his mother’s footsteps fading away into the distance. He let out a relieved sigh, “Shit. That was close. Okay, get dressed.”

You hurriedly hooked your bra when he wasn’t looking. “What do you think I am doing right now?” You replied sarcastically.

“Always a fun time with you, princess,” Iwaizumi shot you a glare as he put on his sweats and hoodie. He ruffled his hair so he looked at least presentable in the presence of his mother.

Couldn’t afford getting caught red-handed by his mother. Truly a nightmare if it ever happens. Iwaizumi shuddered at the thought.

You carefully smoothed your hair using your fingers. After ensuring you looked neat, you told Iwaizumi that you were good to go! He unlocked his door and asked you to step out first.

Iwaizumi walked ahead of you. In the living room, there sat his mother waiting with a magazine in her hands. Her eyes shot to where both of you were standing like deers being caught in the headlights.

“Oh, it’s not Oikawa! Hello!” His mother chirped. She rose to her feet and walked towards both of you. You shied behind Iwaizumi but he slowly pushed you to the front.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Iwaizumi. I’m Hajime’s partner. Study partner, I meant,” you immediately corrected yourself after the vague meaning. Wouldn't let his mother think otherwise.

Weird. Being friends wouldn’t even justify that you guys are fucking.

You shushed away the tiny voice in your head. Iwaizumi’s mother extended her hand to you and you shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you too, Hajime’s girl friend,” she chuckled and glanced over to his son.

Iwaizumi let out a soft sigh, “Mom, please.”

“I was just kidding, sweetheart. What’s your name, sweetie?” Iwaizumi’s mother asked.

She looked friendly and so warm. There’s something about her aura that made you comfortable being around her.

“Just call me Y/N, Mrs. Iwaizumi,” you smiled politely.

His mother’s smile reached her eyes, radiating positive vibes. “Alright, Y/N sweetie. I actually bought some takeouts. Please have some before you head back. Come on, let’s go to the dining room.”

She said and took your wrist with her. You looked back at Iwaizumi and he just shook his head in defeat.

“Just play along,” he mouthed. Your lips formed into a thin line. His mother seemed nice and you did not have the heart to turn her down.

Well, a dinner wouldn’t hurt! At times like this, you weren’t sure whether your mom was already home or not.

Mrs. Iwaizumi loved to tease her son a lot. Iwaizumi kept getting his ears red because of how much his mother liked to poke him around. You couldn’t help but stifle a silent laughter. He’d destroy you if you enjoyed this too much. Well, he already gave you a sign by glaring at you. Before he puts you in a headlock, you better take a step back just to be safe!

Iwaizumi was not having it. Thank goodness his father was not around or else it’d be double the trouble. His father’s overseas meeting spared him the headache. He kinda enjoyed the dinner but maybe there was no need to admit it to your face. You’ll gloat and he cannot afford another petty human being in his life.

God knows how handful they can be at times. But to him, it almost felt like he had met his match.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! smut #hq smut #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime smut #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #[💭]. ain’t my fault

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yelena-bellova · 5 months ago

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Let me first say that I hold absolutely zero hate for any community, any minority, any gender. While I know it would be convenient for whoever disagrees with this post if I were a hateful, racist, homophobic asshole, that’s not the case. I also bear no ill will towards Masali Baduza. These are my opinions that no one else has to agree with.

I don’t like the Michaela/Michael change.

1: It’s a direct f-you to the book fans.

I have read only one Bridgerton book and didn’t get into the show till 2022 but I have known for a long time that Francesca and Michael are one of the most popular couples. I’ve known WHWW is tied with AOFAG for the most popular book. I know that Michael Stirling is a sacred name in this fandom. People have been waiting years to laugh at him, to be charmed by him, to swoon over him for years.

And now…he’s never going to exist.

Imagine if a queer character were made heterosexual. The community would be screaming. It’s not the gender politics influencing people’s emotions on the subject, it’s losing a character as they were written. We trust those who adapt literature to stay on the basic path of the story with the usual minor changes. Michaela having the same general vibes as Michael is not the same thing. This creative choice is relegating WHWW essentially to just general inspiration.

2: Jess Brownell comments while discussing the change were bad.

“I know for people who love the book When He Was Wicked that Michael Stirling is one of their favorite characters. I understand that people are going to have feelings about the fact that this character won’t appear exactly as they expected.”

“I would also just say that the book still stands. Michael Stirling still exists in book world.”

So…that’s it? Go read the book? That’s supposed to be enough? I’ll say it again, FANS HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR MICHAEL FOR YEARS. They deserve more than “lol sad for you. Go read the book!” As the show runner for a popular adaption, it’s a poor answer.

Jess also included comments about how she related as a queer woman to Francesca feeling different from her family in WHWW. Ok, great! By all means, write a personal queer storyline for your show. Please do not take a beloved character and erase them because you felt a certain way reading the book.

The fans are the only reason why the show is so popular. While no creative team should let the fans dictate every move they make, it’s very clear they ignored them entirely when it came to the love for Francesca’s story. Going this much against what the fans have 100% reasonably expected is a move that kills successful shows.

3: It’s poor representation.

Genderbending a role is the absolute laziest way to bring representation to a project. Rather than craft a new character, studios take pre-written material and give it to a woman, a POC, someone disabled or someone from the LGBTQ community to appease those asking for representation. In this case, the amount of changes they will have to make for Francesca’s storyline will create more work than it would have taken to just create a new character with their own story. The entire basis of Francesca’s season requires a male lead.

If you want representation, if you want the audience see themselves in the characters, WORK FOR IT. Don’t put forth the least effort possible and upcycle a pre-existing story. As a member of multiple of the aforementioned communities, I don’t want the bare minimum when it comes to feeling represented.

Not to mention that Francesca is one of the strangest choices of characters to make queer. Whether or not they tried, the Bridgerton writers created two brilliant opportunities for LGBTQ representation with Benedict and Eloise. Both have been theorized about (and Benedict was confirmed this season) for years and they could have written both/either a full queer storyline and it would have made total sense. Fans would have loved it! Francesca’s sexuality being changed from the book feels forced.

4: It cancels out the depth of John and Francesca’s relationship.

To spend a whole season building up John and Francesca’s love story only to end it with laying groundwork for another relationship is…so bad.

John spent the season putting in effort to come out of his shell for Francesca. He is the first person outside her family she’s comfortable enough to connect with. They find something in one another that cannot be duplicated. With Francesca utterly flustered by another person after JUST MARRYING John is a disservice to both of them. It takes away so much of the relationship’s meaning if Francesca now has an eye, even fleetingly, on someone else. Not to mention her face after kissing him? That is so far from book Francesca’s devotion and love for her husband. By initiating Francesca’s draw to Michaela, especially through the foreshadowing of Violet’s speech leading up to their meeting, the show has made John a present afterthought.

Let me finish with this…

It is NOT homophobic to dislike the change.

It is NOT racist to dislike the change.

It is NOT misogynistic to dislike the change.

Unless someone is spewing direct and discriminatory hate, they are simply a disappointed fan. 99% of the comments I’ve seen are people saying yes to queer storylines, yes to representation in Bridgerton itself, but begging not to dismantle another storyline to bring those things forth.

#i’m also turning off anons so if anyone sends me d*ath threats they’ll have to do so publically #bridgerton #bridgerton spoilers #francesca bridgerton #michaela stirling #michael stirling #when he was wicked

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autisticlilith · 11 months ago

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Something that always struck me about this 'fight' is that it felt really one-sided. Not because the Raven Beast is bigger, but because she's also way more aggressive. We see throughout the show that Eda in her Owl Beast form acts mostly on instinct (and her inner beast, once she starts talking to it, seems to just be hungry or cranky most of the time). We don't get much insight into how Lilith copes with the curse (like none at all after this), so this is going to be a lot of inference.

Off the top, I would like to reiterate that Hayley Wong has repeatedly asked that nobody repost or edit her art without permission. I'm going to be referring to stuff from the boards in this post, so here's the link if you want to look for yourself.

So, in this episode, Eda and Lilith are both angry—specifically at Gwendolyn, and with good reason. They both end up turning into beasts due to a combination of that anger, stress, and the fact their mom thought she was "helping" by taking away their medication.

But here is where they differ. Eda was angry about the current situation: her mom refusing to respect her choices, and causing unnecessary harm to her all day. And Luz even joined in. As Eda says, she has a right to be upset, though I don't think she meant to lose control over the beast.

That's just what happens when she reaches her limit. And she knows her limits, she's been dealing with this curse for 30 years!

Meanwhile, Lilith has been dealing with the curse for... a few weeks, at most? Unless you count dealing with the guilt of cursing Eda as part of that. We see that she's quite unaware of the effects of the curse, as she experienced some symptoms for the first time this very day. She essentially gets told to take an elixir if she starts feeling stressed, and then is left in the house to stew in her guilt and insecurity all day.

Gwen's lukewarm greeting, and the realization that she's paid consistent visits to Eda over the years, is enough to send Lilith into a downward spiral. She starts stress-eating ice cream, and makes cruel comments about King's dad abandoning him (a clear case of projection, and I don't think he really internalizes it after this episode, but seriously that's no way to talk to your 8-year-old nephew), and unfortunately the only voice of reason around is Hooty. Well, he tried.

I want to note here that she doesn't cry. She mopes, she complains, she gets rude and cynical; these are all things we've seen her do before. But she doesn't allow herself to honestly express her feelings, her wants and needs. What's she gonna say? "Hey Mom, can you please pay attention to me?" You can't just ask for things like that. And she's a grown adult, she's more mature than this. She was the head of the Emperor's Coven, for Titan's sake. Didn't she get enough attention there to last a lifetime? And didn't she learn how to repress all her useless emotions and craft a perfect persona to hide behind until she could no longer tell the mask from her face?

She realizes she's indulged her worst thoughts a little too hard when the feathers start popping up, and goes to take an elixir and calm down...

And there are no elixirs.

And she panics. She has no coping strategies for this. She doesn't even know what's going to happen to her, only that it's going to be really, really bad.

It has to be terrifying, and painful... and maybe, just a little bit deserved? This is the fate she forced upon Eda, after all.

We don't see any signs that she damaged the house after she turned, unlike the havoc Eda caused back in The Intruder. King runs to get help, because Eda or Luz would know what to do better than he does, and Raven Beast Lilith seems to pursue him, but she's not after him. She goes after Eda directly. There is no distraction (King also notes that light glyphs had no effect on her), there is no behaviour that can be explained as animal instinct. There is a violent, visceral anger, and instead of addressing its source, she flies out there to take it out on Eda.

This is why I don't buy the interpretation that Gwen started favouring Eda only after the curse. By that point, Lilith was an older teenager almost out of the house, and it's completely reasonable for the parents to be focusing more on the younger kid with a new mysterious illness. I think Eda was always the favourite, or at least got more attention in ways that made Lilith feel overlooked. Part of it was that Eda got in trouble more, whereas Lilith was usually quiet and well-behaved, so everyone just decided that Eda needed more help (which she didn't necessarily want) and Lilith needed none. Lilith got very good at needing nothing. So good that instead of talking to her sister about their impending duel, she decided to curse her in the dead of night instead. And then to keep it a secret until she found a way to undo it, because she never wants to upset anyone or cause a scene. And then to give 30 years of her life to an evil man's crooked system for nothing—less than nothing, she's only going to realize later.

Lilith's breakdown isn't about the fact Gwen is paying attention to Eda again. That's just the trigger for a lifetime of repressed emotions bursting to the surface all at once, and it's been coming for a while.

The Owl Beast seems to be mostly defending herself. At a few points she tries to flee, but the Raven Beast catches her. The Raven Beast is malicious, with exaggerated expressions of rage and what can only be described as cruel glee when she inflicts pain. This seems to come out of nowhere... but only if you haven't been paying attention to Lilith.

We know what Lilith is like at her worst. It wasn't even that long ago she threatened Luz's life in order to capture Eda. All while convinced that she was doing the right thing. She doesn't even have that shield now. She doesn't have much of anything, really, except her sister who refused to leave her out in the cold even after everything she's done. And this is how she repays that trust...?

We also know that Lilith wasn't in control of her actions as the Raven Beast. But that doesn't mean the beast was just doing beast things. I believe it was acting directly on Lilith's intrusive thoughts. Hurting Eda was her greatest shame, and the idea that she could do it again is a constant fear that she has. Unlike Eda, who has long been seen by others as a monster and had to fight her internalized shame about it, Lilith considers herself a monster while everyone around her is unaware of her inner turmoil. She's afraid of herself; she thinks her feelings are ugly and violent and unmanageable. And so that's what they became.

There was a sequence in the storyboards that was cut from the episode, presumably for time, where Gwendolyn tries to use a beastkeeping spell in order to communicate with her beast-daughters. It proves completely ineffective, so she goes to plan B, which is just trying to talk to them like a normal person (also in the boards, Gwen summons firebees to lift roof tiles for her to walk on, which I'm glad got changed to the tiles themselves being flying creatures. it's less distracting). There was something really affecting about watching her try to do things her own way one last time before finally admitting that she's failed the both of them. It painted the picture of this whole family who never talk about anything that's difficult or painful.

Then the scene plays out the way it does: Gwen's words get through to Eda, and allow her to finally face the beast and have an important revelation about herself.

And Lilith? Well, for all the violence she just showed, she breaks down in tears the second she is shown loving care.

When they've changed back, her anger is gone. There is no sign of the monster; there is only a sad, lonely woman who hasn't allowed herself to cry in so long that she almost forgot how. But she's safe now, and she's seen, and she's allowed this healthy expression of emotion. She collapses in the arms of her mother and sister.

After this, Lilith and Gwen had an off-screen conversation, where Lilith admitted she was the one to curse Eda, and decided that she was going to move back home. I could write a whole other post on that first point, but we've reached the end of the episode. I think a major reason why Lilith wanted to stay with mom and dad instead of with Eda is because she's afraid of hurting Eda again. Any time the curse acts up, she becomes a danger to the people around her, but especially to Eda, because of how much of her energy and guilt and shame has been focused around Eda over the years. She needs some time away while she figures out how to deal with the curse, to recover and build up her own identity. And of course, to build the relationship with her parents that she needed as a kid. Better late than never.

#toh #toh meta tag #lilith clawthorne #some kind of a beast was unleashed within me

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sasseffects · 2 months ago

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Writer Interview Game!

Thanks for the tag @atsadi-shenanigans!!!

When did you start writing?

God, as soon as I could piece sentences together. I'm pretty sure I still have my first original short story hidden away somewhere. My first fanfiction was in elementary school, though- Sailor Moon!

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I love to write poetry, but not overly much a fan of reading it. I also enjoy reading nonfiction, but please dear god don't ask me to write it I'll die.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I really enjoyed Diana Wynne Jones' writing growing up, as well as Tamora Pierce's works. If I can possess even a smidge of their writing abilities I'll consider myself successful.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

It's wherever I can plunk down my laptop, though it's usually the loveseat in my bedroom. I usually lean against the arm so I can look outside my bedroom window while I type. My dog and cats will alternate sitting with me or on the bed, depending on their neediness levels.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

It depends on what I'm writing. Poetry? Definitely music similar in feeling to what I'm writing. Fanfiction? Go back and play/read/etc. whatever inspired me to write the fic in the first place. Sometimes I'll read previous chapters of my own fanfiction as well.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

I've surprised myself with my penchant for hurt/no comfort. Sometimes life sucks and it doesn't get better, even in fiction. It's been extremely cathartic.

What is your reason for writing?

Stress relief, and it's really fun! There's a good community out here, and I've really loved making friends. <3

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Any and all comments are motivating; it means someone took time out of their day to say something to me!

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Vaguely competent! I have this issue where if I feel like something isn't perfect the first time then it isn't worth publishing at all. So I just want readers to think that I'm like, semi-ok at writing. Because GOD do I try.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Emotion and description.

How do you feel about your own writing?

As I wrote earlier, I have this huge issue where if I feel something isn't perfect the first time then it isn't worth posting. I'm usually disgusted with my writing by the time I finish a chapter- when I start posting "Beneath a Shadowed Sun" I will 100% need a beta just so I don't delete the whole file and dive off a cliff.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

Initially, I just write for myself because it's what I enjoy and the writing is cathartic. If the writing gets even close to being posted on AO3 though, I start to panic and nitpick.

tagging @bullavellan, @thejessis, @tobuo, and @wick-de-la-vela! In case y'all have any writing projects to share!!

#sassy speaks #tag game #writers on tumblr

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firebirds-flaming-art-blog · 3 months ago

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confessionbrain-writings · 2 years ago

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Bittersweet - Henry Cavill - (Grand Suite part 8)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Warnings: Throughout this miniseries there will be 18+ content so minors DNI!

Word count: approx. 6,6k

A/N: Hi there darlings! So here it is, the final chapter of Grand Suite. As said before I never had a mini-series planned when I posted Check, please? I wanna thank each and everyone of you who had left me a like, reblog or comment. Know that this means the world to me since I haven't been writing for that long and because my native langue isn't English. This was a great learning for me as well as a rollercoaster, thank you for riding along. The book mentioned is called 'Under The Whispering Door' and I recommend this with all my heart, the story had me in tears.

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this final chapter, bit longer than usual but I got carried away, whoops. Read the other parts here -> Masterlist Grand Suite🔥

The minutes, hours and days flew by, much to your disappointment. Your days existed mostly out of working at the bar and meeting up with Henry when both of your schedules allowed.

Against the odds and the promise you made to yourself you got addicted to him. And you got addicted badly. When you were not together he was constantly on your mind. Your wits working overtime with flashbacks of your time spend together. Your skin crawling and body buzzing, aching to be touched by him.

But it turned out the feeling was utterly mutual as Henry was there whenever he wasn’t working. Making sure to wait for you when closing up the bar. His broad, welcoming hand splayed on the small of your back, guiding you to the now oh-so-familiar suite.

You certainly lost count of the times you’ve fucked but gods, it was a lot and each and every one of them was out of this world. Leaving you breathless and craving for more. There was no surface of the suite untouched. The kitchen counter, the creme colored couches, the bath tub, the shower, against the floor-to-ceiling windows in the middle of the night, countless times in bed and even on the floor in the middle of the suite. Both burning with desire that you couldn’t even make it to the bed. So you decided to fuck right then and there, riding him till the both of you fell into oblivion.

Tonight was the last night before he would leave for his next project. You knew that this day would come but now that it was here you felt… You weren’t sure how you felt. It was weird. Strange. Feeling kind of numb but at the same time feeling all the emotions you possessed.

Stop. You thought. You knew this. You knew that this day would come and that he had to go. The sacred and comfortable bubble you’ve spent the last weeks in would burst, but before it would you still had one night together. One whole night to savor each other. Savor each word you would exchange. Savor each touch. Savor each breath.

So you took a deep one, a deep breath and straightened your back. No time to be Debbie Downer. You blinked and looked at Henry who looked back at you the same moment. A small, sad smile appeared on his face. Showing he probably shared the same thoughts so you gave him a big smile, showing your teeth and bumped into him with your shoulder.

Without a word he swiped the card against the lock and held the heavy door open for you. As you stepped over the threshold you bowed your head and gave him an exaggerated curtsy which made him snort and shake his head.

Before you could take another step he had grasped your hand, holding you back. One of your brows shot up, silently questioning him.

“This way, Joanne,” he said softly and made his way towards the kitchen, dragging you along with him.

“Sit.” He ordered and let go of your hand. You licked your lips and suppressed a shudder while taking a seat at the adjoined kitchen counter, placing your elbows on the cool marble and folded your hands so you could lay your chin on them.

“What are you doing?” You asked and followed him curiously. He sighed and placed his palms onto the counter leaning a bit forward, his hands supporting his weight. My. my. The simplest things made him look so incredibly hot.

He snorted when he noticed how you eyed him, or more like eyefucked him. “First,” he started and quickly flicked your nose, making you wince and tried to swat his hand away. “I’m gonna cook for us.”

“Mmm, are you?” you said and regained your previous position, head tilting on your folded hands. That sounded nice to begin with, especially since you only used the kitchen occasionally for some breakfast. “And then?”

He leaned forward and supported himself onto his forearms, his face close to yours. “Then we can take a nice bath, enjoy the city view while I finish the last chapter.”

“Mmm,” you hummed again, waiting for him to continue.

“And then I’m planning to fuck you on and against every surface in this room. Starting with the bath or the bed. But in the end both.” This time you couldn’t stop the shudder from running down your spine. The familiar flames of desire licking your insides.

“Do you like that?” He asked and tilted his head. You swallowed and mentally pulled your head out of the clouds, trying to keep your face straight.

“I think I can work with that.”

He smiled at your answer and pushed himself of the counter. Your eyes glided over his broad shoulders, his back and that delicious ass of his while he grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine. As he turned around he placed the glasses in front of you and uncorked the bottle of wine, all of this without losing your gaze.

“I was planning to make us some fresh pasta while we enjoy this lovely Chianti Classico wine. According to Mario it is one of the best from Tuscany, Italy.”

He handed you the glass of wine which you happily accepted.

“Mario?” You asked while swirling the glass and took a sniff. The delicious scent of cherry, dried herbs and smoke filled your nose and your brows shot up when Henry’s words hit you. Was he talking about Mario from your favorite Italian restaurant?

“You went to Mario’s restaurant?”

You looked at the counter and noticed the necessarily ingredients for pasta neatly splayed out, the cheese and meat in the familiar wrap with Mario’s logo. Oh my god.. He did went to Mario’s to fetch these supplies.

“I did, he really was a charming guy. He gave me a tour around the restaurant and adjoined deli, he even showed me how to make pasta, told me he was preparing for this evening and insisted on teaching me how to kneed the perfect dough. I can see why it’s your favorite restaurant.”

He said and heaved his glass to toast it with yours but all you could do was gape at him, your heart squeezing at the thought that he went across town to visit your favorite restaurant, made pasta dough with Mario and collected the matching ingredients. And that while being so casual about it. It was.. very humbling and you had to swallow the sudden lump in your throat.

Henry frowned. “You don’t like red wine?”

“No, no! I do!” You quickly replied and without thinking your hand shot forward to cover his. “It’s just that… I just got a bit overwhelmed. I do love red wine and I think what you did, or am doing it’s very- it’s humbling and making me a bit shy to be honest.”

You lowered your eyes as you felt blood rush to your cheeks, turning them a soft scarlet shade and looked up when Henry squeezed your hand. His eyes now carrying a soft and affectionately look.

“I want to enjoy this evening. Cherish the moment we have together but please tell me if it’s too much. No expectations of obligations, remember?” He referred to the deal you’ve made before. No expectations or obligations as well as no feelings, no strings attached, just sex.

Your heart felt like had grown twice its size. Taking a deep breath you smiled at him. “I want to enjoy the evening too, so let’s cheers to that and the lovely time we’ve spent together. I really had a great time Henry, thank you.” You raised your glass and waited for him.

“So did I and still am. Thank you, Joanne,” he said and raised his glass clinking it with yours, both taking a sip after.

—

Volare, oh oh. Cantale, oh oh oh sounded through the speaker as the both of you sang along or at least made an attempt and laughed when you wanted to continue but failed since the both of you didn’t speak Italian.

The vibe in the suite was now relaxed and pleasant. Both of you enjoyed cooking together and occasionally taking a sip from the flavorsome Chianti wine. While you cut all the vegetables Henry took care of the meat and making sure that the handmade pasta was ready to be cooked.

You were having an easygoing conversation when all of the sudden Henry threw a sniff of flour in your face. You coughed and squealed his name which made him shake with laughter after he saw your shocked face.

“You did not!” You exclaimed and grabbed a handful of flour and threw it in his direction but missed, he was fast and dodged your attempt, catching your wrist instead and pulled you flush to his chest which made you squeak and giggle.

“Henry!”

“Joanne!” He retorted with the most shit-eating grin while holding your wrists in a tight grip. You puffed and groaned at him. Henry tilted his head and grabbed both of your wrists in one of his broad hands, with his free hand he dusted some of the flour of your face. His wide grin now turning smaller and more serious, his eyes tracking every feature of your face and lingering on your eyes and lips.

Like a magnet you moved towards each other, lips softly and gently connecting. The familiar warm feeling spreading throughout your body and gods, you never grew tired of the way his lips felt.

“Alright, we should finish the pasta.” You said when he pulled back and he nodded.

“Yeah… even though I would love to splay you on top of this counter and have you as my personal appetizer, you’re right we should finish the pasta.”

His words made your heart thrum in your chest and your nostrils flare while taking in a deep breath.

Was there anyone in the world who could have an orgasm just by hearing some words? Because if not you were sure it could be you. The thought of him feasting on you on the freaking kitchen counter, hot damn that’d be sexy as hell.

You shook your head to shake off the arousing thoughts. Focus. You told yourself. There would be enough time left to have sex, multiple times in fact. Let’s take this time to enjoy this moment, enjoy him and not only think or fantasize about his amazing dick for once.

You licked your lips and said, “What time do I set the timer for the pasta?”

“Three minutes.”

“Three? Well I can think of a way how to spend those three minutes wisely.”

He groaned. “You’re are insufferable.”

“But you like that about me,” grinning wickedly you stood on your tiptoes to peck a kiss on his lips.

“Mmm,” he grumbled, “I do.”

With those words he placed a second quick kiss on your lips and spun you around and smacked your ass.

“Back to work Joanne.” He ordered and you bit your tongue but did as he asked.

—

Together you had finished preparing the pasta and now sat across each other at the large dinner table. Two long candles placed on each side of you illuminating Henry’s now oh so familiar features. The warm orange tone dancing over his sharp jawline, the flames reflecting in his eyes giving him an alluring look.

“Tell me,” he started and placed his cutlery on the mahogany surface, already finished his plate. “What are your plans?” He asked.

You just took a bite so you covered your mouth when you asked. “Mwy plawns?”

“Are you planning to keep working at the bar?”

You swallowed and shook your head, “Well, I think I will for at least six months or so till I have saved enough so I can quit my job and travel.”

“Where do you wanna go?”

“Italy, obviously.” You answered and tilted the palms of your hands upwards, pointing them at your plate.

A smile crept upon his face. “I could have known.”

“You could.” You teased and twirled the last bits of pasta on your fork, slurping the final string which slipped, causing some drops of sauce to splatter on your chin.

Henry leaned forward, supporting himself on his lower arms, swiping his thumb over the few drops and licked them off which drew a shaky breath from you.

He then asked, “Where about in Italy?”

You cleared your throat. “Tuscany to start with, discover all the nice places like Pisa, Lucca, Cinque Terre - do you know that one? It’s with the five small picturesque villages on the coastline which are absolutely stunning! After that I’m moving on to the Chianti region to see the vineyards and taste this-“ you pointed at your glass, “delicious wine and from there on I’ll see where I go, maybe hang around that region for a while before I move on South to the Amalfi coast.” You happily said and felt an excitement spread out all over your body. The pictures of the beautiful landscape and tasteful cuisine roaming free in your head, sweet lord you couldn’t wait to go and discover all that.

Henry nodded. His eyes wandered over your features and a caring expression adorned his face. There was moment of silence before you asked. “What?”

He shook his head as his teeth appeared when his smile broadened. “Nothing, just-“ he paused for a moment, “it’s just lovely to see how you’re blooming by just talking about this adventure. I was picturing how your face would look like when you’re really there.”

You scrunched your nose and smiled shyly at him. “So am I.” You answered and looked up. “I’m also wandering how the story of Wallace and Hugo will end, would you read it to me?”

You referred to the book Henry had mentioned earlier and had read to you the moments you shared together. His voice was so comfortable and soothing, hearing him read aloud was just something else out of this world and you made a mental note to add that to your kink list.

“Ofcourse darling, why don’t you fill the bathtub while I clean the plates. I will join you right after.”

—

A moment later you were surrounded by the soothing scent of lavender while the deep tones of Henry’s voice reached your ears. Your back comfortably resting against his muscled chest, feeling it vibrate as he read the final pages of the book. Eyes drifting shut, not because you were tired ‘cause you wouldn’t want to miss a thing, but to enjoy and savor his deep voice, taking it all in and making a mental recording so you could relive this moment.

Henry took a deep breath, you rising along with him as his chest puffed and finished the final sentences of the book. You felt a swift breeze on your face as Henry shut the book and with a soft thud it landed on the floor next to the bath.

There was a moment of silence, you being the first one to break it. “I think that this is one of the most touching books I’ve read- or I mean heard in a long time.” You said softly and felt Henry nod accordingly.

“I totally agree, lovely written. Like being wrapped in a gay blanket.” His review made you snort but nodded as well. “Totally agreed, thank you for reading it to me.”

You leaned your head back on his chest while his fingers interlaced with yours. “My pleasure, darling.” He answered and pressed a kiss on the soft spot behind your ear which drew a satisfied hum from you.

Skin starting to tingle while your breathing slightly increased. He roamed his fingers over your stomach, drawing slow and small circles while your hands kept intertwined so you followed every move. He slowly started to ascend, following an invisible pattern on your skin, the tips of his fingers brushed against the swell of your breasts. Your nostrils flared slightly at the sensation. Despite laying in a warm bath goosebumps started to appear on your flesh and you swallowed a moan.

While he continued his expedition he placed another kiss and then felt his lips on the shell of your ear, his voice an octave lower. “Talking about pleasure… allow me.”

You nodded. Feeling like your tongue was tied, especially when he moved further, grabbing both of your breasts and massaged them gently. Squeezing them with some pressure and then released a bit, repeating this several times before shifting his attention to the erected buds. This time you let the moan slip from your throat and arched in his touch.

His hands slipped from yours as he wrapped one hand around your throat while his other lay flat on your stomach, pressing you more against him. You moved your hands up, reaching behind you and tangled your fingers in his curls.

The grip around your throat tightened as he pulled your head further back. “Are you wet for me, Joanne?” He purred in your ear as his hand teased your lower stomach.

You swallowed and looked at him from the corner of your eye before answering him in a hushed voice. “Guess you have to find out for yourself.”

A deep rumble vibrated through his chest as his hand moved painfully slow to your throbbing parts. Gods, you wanted him so bad. He was like an all-consuming drug which had you totally hooked and addicted. Having him had so many times but still couldn’t get enough, only wanting more, more and more.

“Fuck Henry,” you breathed. “Just touch me, please.” Eager to feel more of the sensation that he pulled and your plead was answered. His hand dipped further down, stroking your soft petals, up and down, up and down.

You clutched his curls and bucked your hips into his touch, water sloshing to the sides of the tub. “So eager, aren’t we?” He teased but before you could answer he continued his descend which drew an approval growl from him when he met your wetness. “Oh, yes you are eager. I can definitely feel that, darling.”

You whimpered and your eyes fell shut when he slid two digits across your slit, massaging the aching bundle of nerves. One of your hands released his curls and roamed over his toned abs, reaching for his hard cock which was poking against your backside.

Your fingers curled around his hardness and started to pump him slowly. He placed his feet against the end of the tub and bucked his hips, syncing with you while he increased the pace and pressure on your clit. The action making the water slosh even more but you couldn’t care less if a drop was spilled. All you wanted was to keep this moment forever, chasing the familiar coiling in your stomach as Henry touched you in all the right places.

You squeezed him harder and flicked your thumb over his slit, making him curse in your ear. “Fuck, Joanne. I want you now.” He growled and before you knew it he had lifted you out of the tub, water splashing all around you as he threw the towels on the floor and splayed you onto your back. He was over you in an instant and you could’ve swore that your heart would pound right out of your chest as it beat aggressively against ribs.

“Oh Henry, I need you to fuck me.” You moaned and placed your hands against his shoulder blades, encouraging him to move faster. Your panting both paused as you felt his tip press against your center and with a snap of his hips he slid in, the sensation of him filling you up made your eyes roll back into your sockets.

There was no time to adjust as he started to increase the pace right away and fucking hell it was something that had you reeling for him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in further. A few drops of water were hanging from his curls and splashed on your chest, almost feeling like the drops dissolved on a sizzling surface.

The sounds of slapping wet skin and moans and groans filled the suite and your toes started to curl when he brought you closer and closer to your release with every feral thrust.

“Wait,” you breathed and placed your palms on his pecs and Henry stopped immediately. But before he could ask what was wrong you continued, “I wanna ride you.”

It only took a second for him to grab your hips and flip the two of you around so you were on top. Placing your hands on his chest you sank all the way back down, the feeling making you whimper his name. Filling you deeper due this angle and causing you to see stars, the raw sensation flooding you as you started to roll your hips.

He painfully dug his fingers into the flesh of your hips and assisted you up and down. “Fuck,” he murmured, “just like that.” You bit your lip and felt your core clench around him, getting closer to that familiar and savored edge.

It didn’t go by unnoticed and Henry dug his heels into the floor and snatched his hips up. Hitting that sweet spot which had you trembling. “Yes Henry!” you moaned and increased your pace. He wrapped his arms around you and tugged you against his chest, taking over control and started to drill into you.

Your lungs now aflame as your breath was being fucked out of you. One of his hands moved to the back of your neck to pull you in a searing kiss while keeping his primal pace. After a few more thrusts he groaned your name and it was so hot that it sent you straight over the edge with him.

It took a few moments before either one of you spoke as the waves of the aftershock rippled through you. When you felt your heartbeat and breath steady you looked up at him.

“You really have me cockdrunk, you know?” You said and bit your lip when you realized that you said that out loud. Your thoughts spilled as your mind was still clouded with desire. But he barked out a laugh and stroked your back. “Well then you have me under your pussy spell.”

His retort made you snort as well and you shook your head. Thankful for his reaction and not thinking you were foolish. He cradled your face with both hands and kissed you.

—

After you got up and dried and cleaned yourself off you decided to dive under the comfortable covers, still being naked since there really was no point in getting dressed anyway.

Sighing as the weight of the soft duvet caressed your skin. Maybe you could steal this duvet and take it home with you. It felt like being pulled in this big, comfortable hug of clouds every single time. The image of you leaving the hotel with the large duvet under your arms created a grin on your face. You quickly turned your gaze to Henry when you felt his stare.

“What’s that grin about?” He asked amused and pinched your side which made you squeal.

“I was just picturing myself stealing this duvet, since it is so incredibly comfortable.”

“Mmm,” he started, “it is an amazing and soft duvet. Like being held in a fluffy embrace.” He rubbed his palm over the duvet as to check if it still was and you couldn’t help when a giggle escaped your throat.

He quirked a brow at you. “Are you laughing at me?”

“No, I wouldn’t dare!” You said exaggeratedly. “It’s funny because I just had the exact same thoughts.”

“Well great minds think alike, they say.”

“Yeah, they do.” You laid your head back onto the puffy pillow and sighed.

“What are your plans?” You asked and looked at the city view through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sky repeating its usual palette of sunset orange and squishy pink.

“My plans?”

You turned your head to him. “You asked me earlier what my plans were. What are yours?”

“Mmm, I’m not allowed to talk about my future projects to anyone especially since there are still some unsigned papers. So quite a boring answer actually, sorry about that.” He wrinkled his nose and lifted your hands, pecking a kiss on the back of yours.

“I see, don’t worry about it.” You shrugged and licked your lips. “What about a holiday?” You then asked.

“Holiday?”

“Yeah holiday, you know, that time where you don’t have to work and do fun things, explore places and-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what a holiday is you goof.” He interrupted playfully and pinched your side again which made you release a squeak. His fangs flashed in the setting sun and a burst of lightening shot through your veins, somehow still agitated by his beauty.

“To be honest I do have a tight schedule so there will be no holiday for me soon. But when I heard you talk so vividly about Italy it made me realize I haven’t had a lot of days off in the past few years and the thought of eating loads of real Italian pizza and pasta is really appealing and making me realize I probably should get some time off.”

You nodded eagerly. “You really should take some time off when you can. It’s so important to do something else besides work even if you love your job to death. I think it’s nice to charge yourself once in a while and live in the moment.”

He was quiet for a while and kept holding your gaze while gently moving his thumb over the back of your hand. “You’re totally right, Joanne. And now I want to live in this moment, with you. So come over here and kiss me.”

You inhaled sharply and launched yourself forward in his embrace, pressing your lips hungrily against his which he answered gladly. Hands roaming over your sides as you straddled his lap. Fuck. You could feel he already was hardening since his erection pressed against your center. You already knew that this man was unearthly but so was his stamina.

Even though you loved feeling him pressed between your legs, you moved along and kissed his neck, his sternum and then lower and lower till you’ve reached your destination.

Without wasting a second you started to lick the tip of his cock and stroked his shaft up and down, taking him in your mouth and licked and sucked on him which drew a curse from his lips. His hands started to snake into your hair and guided you up and down. You lifted your eyes to him and saw how he followed you closely. His gorgeous blue eyes now filled with desire. His jaw clenching as you sucked on his tip. With your other hand you caressed and massaged his balls which made him throw back his head into the pillow, soft moans spilling over his parted lips.

His chest heaved as you brought him closer to his peak with every stroke, lick and caress. You were halted by him when you wanted to move down again, so you looked up with just the tip in your mouth and send him a questioning look.

“Fucking hell Joanne, you’re gonna make me blow my load if you keep looking at me like that.” A spark of pride bloomed in your chest and stomach and couldn’t help when the corner of your lips curled up.

He continued, “turn that ass around and sit on my face.” You leaned back so you could speak, your hand still wrapped around his cock, slowly moving up and down spreading your saliva.

“W-what?” You stuttered as if you didn’t hear him correctly.

“You heard me.” He growled and moved forward. Grabbing your ankle and dragging you across the mattress which made you yelp, quickly grabbing your other one when he had you within his reach and placed it on the other side of him, digging his fingers with a lot of strength in your hips and laid back down, dragging you along with him so you now hovered over his face.

You braced yourself by placing your hands on his powerful thighs while looking over your shoulder. Your head spinning a bit from the fast motion and choked on a sob when he pulled you down, feeling the vibration of his words against your center. “I said sit, not hover.”

He moved his tongue along your slit, his hands spreading you open so he could flick his tongue over your clit which made you tremble.

“Fuck…” You mumbled and turned around, leaning down to take his cock into your mouth again. As you continued giving him head he hummed in approval, the vibrations increasing the coiling in your stomach.

Damnit, this was so fucking hot. Even though you’ve spent loads of time together where you pleasured each other with your mouth you never had done it at the same time and bloody hell, you regretted that you hadn’t done it earlier because it was exhilarating as fuck.

Muffled moans and panting breaths filled the space and you moved your hips. Marking all the right places which took you to the stars and beyond. You could feel Henry’s legs trembling as you kept stroking him and bobbing your head up and down, taking him as deep as you could.

You added a little pressure on his balls causing him to reach his release, spilling his warm seed into your mouth which you swallowed happily and made sure no drop was wasted. While still stroking him gently you leaned a bit back, feeling your own orgasm getting closer.

“Ah fuck Henry,” you moaned, “just like that!” You had your eyes now closed, totally devouring the sensation. The pleasant coiling in your stomach now totally consuming you. Your legs shook violently as you reached the edge.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You yelled and gasped for air as you came, and you came hard. Your ears rang from the blood pounding in your veins as the endorphins raced through your body, reaching all of your nerves and every fiber in your body.

“Gods,” you breathed out and lifted your leg over Henry’s face and rolled onto your back. Placing the back of your hand against your forehead which was glowing from the effort of your session. Leaving the both of you on cloud nine.

You felt his damp palm against your calve, soothing you by massaging the muscle. “You’re good?” He asked panting while patting your calve.

“Yeah,” you answered and licked your lips. “More than good, to be honest. My goodness. I think I just exploded and need to collect myself together.”

Henry laughed. “Same.”

—

After your intense, double session you decided to take a break. Even though you would love to continue all night long you also needed to catch your breath and collect some energy.

In the meanwhile the sun had completely set, causing the sky to change into this deep azure tone. Meaning time was creeping by and it was creeping by quit fast.

When you had collected your strength you had walked towards the bathroom. Splashing cold water in your face to cool down and eagerly gulped a glass of water, filling it again and walked back to the bed, handing Henry the glass which he merrily accepted.

You laid on your side, facing him and stroked the adorable curl from his forehead. A smile tugged at his lips and his eyes fell shut. Taking a deep breath you kept stroking his face softly. Your heart squeezed a bit when the realization hit you. These were your last moments together. Knowing damn well that this time would come, but as the time passed by you were living in a kind of haze.

Maybe it was because you were denying and avoiding the way it made you feel because it made you feel… it was a contradictory feeling you had. A few weeks ago you had made a deal and maybe, just maybe it changed a bit for you. You would be lying to yourself if you had to admit that you didn’t have any feeling because you had. You couldn’t help it, but you also didn’t really mind. Was it inevitable? Yes, the deal was ‘no obligation or expectation and just sex’, but you got to know Henry. Learned more about him than just his body and having to get to know him personally was probably the point of no return. Not to even start about the fact that he arranged the Italian dinner and even though he did that for himself, he also did it for you.

It was like standing at a crossroad but knowing very well which path to take. And it would be the one where you would protect yourself and in a way you were kind of relieved that it was almost over. Only because then you wouldn’t be able to develop more and stronger feelings. Yes, saying goodbye would definitely suck but it was okay. It would be okay.

“Can’t sleep?” You startled a bit and met his gaze. His blue eyes illuminated due the moon shedding its light on his face.

“Yeah, bit lost in thoughts. Did I wake you up?” You asked and lowered your hand.

“No you didn’t,” he started and grabbed your hand. “I tried to get some sleep but can’t seem to find any.” You nodded at him, understanding exactly what he was talking about. He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to change his mind and closed it again.

“Kiss me, Henry.” You whispered. “Please.”

There was no need to repeat yourself as Henry cradled your face and pulled you in. Lips colliding, starting of gentle but then transformed into a hungry make-out session. Almost like the both of you felt how precious time was. You had your hands pressed to his cheek and slowly descended, moving over his chest, onto his abs and stroked his manhood which was starting to get hard.

“Have me one more time, Joanne, one more time.” He whispered back as his own hand slipped between your legs, his other arm had slipped underneath your shoulder and pressed you against him but leaving enough space so you could touch each other.

You looked down, eyes gliding over his Adonis-like features as your chest started to rise and fall faster. You bit your tongue as Henry slipped his fingers further down, alternating between circling over your clit and teasing your entrance, making you look up at him again. He kept your gaze and it felt like your skin was pulled taught. As if your nerves lay right open and every touch was twice as sensitive.

You kept stroking up and down and felt how Henry started to move in sync with you. Your chest heaved and you lifted your hand up to your mouth, spitting some saliva on it and moved back down while you placed your other hand on his chest, over his heart which you felt pulsing against your palm. Henry cursed as the look on his face changed. Looking at you like a hunter eyeing a pray, reading to devour its victim.

As moans and pants escaped the both of you, you moved in unison. Wanting to give the other everything you’ve got, wanting to make the other feel better, forget time and be in this moment.

He plunged two fingers in and curled them which made you hitch out his name, eyes fluttering shut as he drew you closer and closer to your release.

Henry pressed his palm flat between your shoulder blades. “Look at me.” He demanded huskily and you opened your eyes. The familiar wave of pleasure washing over you as you kept stroking him, taking him with you as he moaned out your name. Feeling how his warm seed covered the skin of your lower stomach and you couldn’t suppress the moan slipping from your throat.

When you had catched your breath he leaning back to grab a towel and wiped the both of you. After he wrapped his arm around you so you were now in both of his arms, tugging you closer to him, feeling the soft curls of his chest press against your breasts.

“Try to get some sleep, Joanne.” You yawned and nodded while laying your head against his chest. Feeling how he titled his own and placed his cheek onto your head.

“Goodnight Henry.”

“Goodnight darling.”

—

The both of you woke that morning when Henry’s phone rang, his manager announcing when they would pick him up. Leaving you with just two hours and you’ve spent them wisely.

You had - as Jenny would say - pound another round in the bed and then took a shower together to get cleaned up but which - not to your surprise - turned into another hell of a hot session where he had you bended over the sink while he fucked you from behind. Grabbing you by your hair, tugging you back to his chest so you both could watch your reflection. It was hot as hell.

With just a few minutes left you had grabbed your stuff, glanced one more time at the grand suite and then left with Henry. The digital numbers in the elevator counting down to the ground floor and when you reached it Henry had looked at you and outstretched his arm, gesturing you to go first.

—

Once outside you sighted deeply. Henry cupped your cheek and you closed your eyes, leaning in to savor this feeling of him holding you, placing your palm automatically against his. He swiped his thumb over your lower lip and felt him lean in, replacing his thumb with his lips and pressed them gently to yours. A burst of all kinds of emotions shot through your body, a warm feeling spreading through your veins. He kissed you and somehow it wasn’t like the previous times you had kissed but he really, really kissed you.

He pulled back slightly and placed his forehead against yours. “Goodbye Joanne, and thank you. I had an amazing time with you.” He whispered and you nodded softly. “Thank you, Henry. And goodbye.”

Henry took a deep breath and leaned back, swiping his thumb over your lower lip again and gave you a soft smile. Without saying anything further he took a step back, causing his hand to slip from your face which drew a shaky breath from you but returned his smile. You didn’t need to speak another word, knowing damn well you both felt the same so you nodded once and then turned around.

Without looking back you turned around the corner and shook your head. Almost not believing how you’ve had spend the last weeks together. Your soft smile turned wider while touching your lips softly, still feeling the ghost of his kiss and the caress lingering on your face.

Sure, the next few days would be hard but you knew it would end this way and that you for sure had to detox from him since he was like a personal drug to you. Feeling kind of bittersweet about all this but also grateful. You took a deep breath, straightened your back and continued your way, on to your next adventure as Henry’s last words echoed in your head.

I had an amazing time with you.

You bloody well had an amazing time with him too.

A/N 2: So thank you all again for joining me on my journey. If you like to stay tuned for my other stories I suggest you follow me so you stay updated. I would love to hear your thoughts on this mini-series, it means the world to me and it inspires me to create more content 🤗

taglist (some tags don't seem to work): @i-beg-your-pardon-laufeyson @lizzystuffsthings @eldarwen333 @ysmmsy @astheskycries @daybreak96 @death-unbecomes-you @geralts-yenn @posiemax @mattmurdocksgirlfriend @greensleeves888 @justduckingaround12 @cricket66 @kebabgirl67 @identity2212 @leigh70 @kingliam2019 @theworldwonder @just-me-viktoria @foxyjwls007 @gummydummy19 @enchantedbytomandhenry @sofiebstar @raccoon-eyed-rebel @evansabove1981 @teamfan7asy @summersong69 @lysarria @sunshine96 @bishhh2003 @midnight-stranger @eviesmith1810 @tumblnewby @penneferofvenerburg

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill smut

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originalgenshinscenarios · 1 year ago

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Hello!! How are you doing??

I hope you wouldn’t mind if I send this request in to you ^^ also i hope i requested this the right way instead of the wrong way… anyways!

May i request Venti, Rosaria, Shenhe and Heizou (all separately, not separate posts lol) With a Fem!S/O who has a Asahina Mafuyu Personality from Project Senkai: Colorful Stage(Also just some headcanons please<33)

Thanks!! Have a wonderful day !!

I don't know the media! So I'm sorry if it's not 100% accurate! I used this page's personality segment for reference!

Venti, Rosaria, Shenhe and Heizou with S/O who is like Asahina Mafuyu from Project Senkai

Reader here is female

Venti

Knowing your true nature he can't help but giggle to himself a little when he listens to how people sometimes talk about you.

It's fun, both of you have those huge secrets about yourselves that only a few people know!

He likes to learn ways to understand you. Because as blunt as you are you're often clueless whenever he asks you some questions about yourself.

He supports that discovery, and although at times you have the tendency to be cruel... He doesn't really get hurt by what you sometimes say.

It's very likely for him to joke around on how much your words stab him like thousand daggers, but it's clear that it takes a lot for your words to actually hurt him.

Because if you insult how he doesn't really act like a God he takes it as a compliment. If you talk about his habits he just jokes that it's his charm that you fell for, and other ridiculous comments... But they aren't exactly far from the truth.

Rosaria

She feels odd whenever you don't act like your usual self. Your public image just doesn't feel like you.

She much prefers you to be open with how you are, no needless appearances. But of course she doesn't talk about it since it's your business how you act.

When you're alone she appreciates these moments like nothing else. She wants you to be blunt, she wants you to just say how things are.

At times it might seem like the two of you are a distant couple, but it couldn't be any further from the truth.

You just happen to not really have much need for all that lovey dovey stuff.

Shenhe

She's often confused whenever she hears people talking about you, but in the end she just thinks they're talking about someone else with the same name.

The two of you are really alike. Neither of you talk much, but you don't exactly need words to understand each other.

Sometimes a glance is just enough. The words you speak are few, but you don't need any more than that.

Around you she doesn't feel like she's acting strange. With everyone else she has the tendency to feel out of place considering that her understanding of emotions is just different... But it matches yours perfectly.

You don't need any sweet talk, you don't need any flattery. You just do and say what feels right.

Heizou

Before dating he suspected that you weren't exactly how everyone else made you out to be like. You could just call it a gut feeling but he could tell that there was something different about you.

And now that his theory turned out to be the truth, each time people praise how you're just this humble and sweet girl he can't help but get reminded of how you actually are.

But seeing your true side has it's charms, after all it's reserved for those truly close to you. So although you're a cold person- he's flattered to see this side of you.

You don't talk too much, but when you do you don't beat around the bush and say how it is: which he appreciates.

You know what to say at what time, so even when your words are harsh he doesn't really find that to be an issue.

~Mod Lisa

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the-lonelybarricade · 6 months ago

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TheLonelyBarricade FAQ

I saw @whatishowedyouinthedark make one of these and have been debating making my own ever since! 💕

Do you have a posting schedule?

No. Currently none of my projects are pre-written, meaning I write each chapter from scratch before it gets posted. The frequency of my updates relies entirely on my available free time and mental capacity.

When will you update A Court of Faded Dreams?

I don't know! Each time I'm asked, my motiviation to do so curls and shrivels up just a little bit more.

Are you still working on A Court of Faded Dreams?

Yes! Contrary to some of the comments I've recieved, ACoFD is NOT abandoned. But wrapping up that project is a massive undertaking. Please, please be patient with me.

When will you update x fic?

Whenever my motiviation perfectly aligns with the emotional, mental, and physical contraints of the outside world

Do you accept prompts?

You're welcome to send me prompts, but please don't do so with the expecation that they'll always get fulfilled.

Why haven't you responded to my ask/message/comment?

I promise it's not personal! I'm just a girl with ADHD who can feel a little overwhelmed about answering a lot of messages (and who can be very forgetful). I'm so appreciative of all the messages I get in their various forms, and I wish I had the emotional capacity to answer all of them. In my head, I'm kissing anyone who's ever said something nice to me very tenderly right on their forehead.

As for my ask box, I encourage you to treat it like casting a letter in a bottle into the ocean. Half the fun is wondering if you'll ever get a response!

Are people allowed to translate your fics?

Not without my explicit permission.

Are you okay with people binding your fics?

I will only consent to my fics being bound BY HAND for personal use. That means I do not condone for any money to be exchanged in order to produce a bound copy of my fics. That includes online binding services like lulu as well as Etsy binders who claim to only charge 'for materials', both of which are infringements on SJM's copyright.

I've talked more about this here.

Are you okay with people making or comissioning fanart of your fics?

Yes, but there's one stipulation: if you do this, I'll have no choice but to marry you

What are your favorite acotar fics/authors/blogs?

I'm so glad you asked! I have a recommendation list here.

Where does your username come from?

It's a reference to Empty Chairs at Empty Tables from Les Miserables!

What are your pronouns?

She/her

What sexuality do you identify as?

Alexa, play "Sweater Weather"

Are you and @separatist-apologist actually married?

Yes. In fact, my profile picture is from our wedding 😌 (but for legal purposes: no)

How did you and MB become friends?

it's a very emotional story that all started with a penis

#I'm sure i'll add to this as more things come up #I don't know why it's never occured to me to make one before #SVDG just has such a big brain 🙏

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legitalicat · 5 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers.

Thank you to @foxyanon for both tagging me and giving me a clean copy of the questions so this did not have to wait until after work.

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

Just one, it's old and unimportant. I'm actually about to private it as I no longer like writing fanfic for real people.

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

Since I don't really post to AO3, I'm going to try to guess my word count from Word.

I would guess, just knowing the size of some of my larger works and how many things I fucking have in there, it would be at least 500k. Probably more. Y'all see the length of shit I post and I don't have nearly everything posted.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Currently, HOTD, TLK, Assassin's Creed and Skyrim. Check out my requests to see which fandoms I'm willing to write for!

4. top five fics by kudos

So, my top 5 fics on here are probably

Sweet Sister (Aemond x Reader x Jace, canon)

Keeping Up With The Targaryens (SMAU Aegon x reader)

Player 3 Found (SMAU Jace x reader x Aemond, no targcest)

we can't be friends (Aemond, modern)

Forged From Death (Sihtric x reader, canon era)

This is a guess, but I know Sweet Sister and Keeping Up are my most popular ones.

5. do you respond to comments?

I try, unfortunately most of my time online is also while I'm working so things do slip by me. However I do try to stay on top of my asks and my inbox, so if you ever need to make sure I see something, those are the best ways. Unless you are in my discord server, then just message me on there.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's no where close to the end, but just for what I have planned, I think my angstiest thing will be "Dragon of Valhalla".

For one shots, either "Too Sweet" (a personal favorite) or "we can't be friends"

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

What I have planned for the future of Out of Time is probably the happiest. Mostly because that is my "fix it fic".

Although when I post Alisanne's fic, that will get happy ending. Also a fix it fic.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I've not received hate, thankfully, of any sort.

This is not an invitation to start my friends are crazy (lovingly) and they will ride in battle for me before I even notice it's happened.

9. do you write smut?

Yes! Maybe not well. But I do write it.

10. craziest crossover?

"Dragon of Valhalla". It's combining a fantasy show, a historical fiction drama show, and a historical fiction fantasy video game. Truly, the deepest of brainrots.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. But again, not an invitation. See above.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge! If anyone is interested, ever, please reach out so I can consider it!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Many times in fact. It was a lot easier as a high schooler who had no life otherwise.

14. all time favorite ship?

Fuck. Y'all asking the wrong person, I'm full of bi panic and my favorite ship changes A LOT because of it.

Some of my favorites though would be

Fred Weasley x Hermione Granger (back when I read HP fanfic and participated in the community)

Jess Mariano x Rory Gilmore

Robb Stark x Margaery Tyrell x Danerys Targaryen (crackship yes do I care no I love them and they should have met and dominated)

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

It's a private project that few people know about. I intend to finish all my things, but brain doing brain things is hard.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I think I can "emotion" really well. Make you understand it as a reader, make you feel it, without necessarily giving a name to it.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Smut.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I only speak English so you'll probably never catch me include it unless it's High Valyrian. I don't trust Google translate. HOWEVER, I do genuinely think it's a beautiful thing.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

Harry Potter 💀

20. favorite fic you've written?

Probably, legitimately, "Out of Time". It was my first genuine dance into HoTD fandom creating. It was my first idea in years.

I had originally written it as an Alisanne fanfiction, actually. But I didn't think anyone would read OC content and so I made it x reader, and lost passion for it in the process.

Idk who has done this, but here are some no pressure tags.

@zaldritzosrose @thenameswinterfics @lady-phasma @anjelicawrites @alexagirlie

#tag games #ali's therapy alley #fanfic writer #writers of tumblr

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copperbadge · 2 years ago

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hi, I just came across your grocery post on how your ADHD task coping mechanisms don’t align with performing the task while medicated. Do you have any thoughts/advice for adjusting to doing work/job tasks when your previous coping mechanisms don’t work while medicated? As someone who was diagnosed after I finished undergrad, my coping mechanisms for finishing schoolwork tasks are to intentionally trigger RSD to trick my brain into making the consequence of failing the task greater than my executive dysfunction. This is 1) not healthy for me and 2) difficult because Adderall softens my RSD and emotional dysregulation. So where unmedicated I would panic and make an entire presentation the night before it was due, my medicated self sits there anxious the night before my work presentation but still incapable of starting the work. I’d love to hear your ideas on this if you have a moment (no worries if not, have a great day either way)

I hope it's okay I posted this! My readership may also be able to offer suggestions. (Readers, remember to comment or reblog, as I don't post asks sent in response to other asks!)

So, as the kids say there's a bit to unpack here...I do have some coping mechanisms to offer, although I have a strong policy of "do what works for you" so if these aren't helpful, please don't feel as if you've somehow failed -- these are just what works for me. If they don't work for you, that may be a good jumping-off point for thinking about what would, but they simply won’t work for everyone.

First, I want to say that while I'm not a psychiatrist or a doctor, it sounds like it's possibly an issue with the medication. If it's working well enough to help with your RSD but not well enough to help with the action paralysis you're describing, it could be you're on the wrong medication or the wrong dosage of it. So above all I would strongly recommend talking about this with your prescriber to see what they say. This may be as simple as a tweak to your prescription. My psych has me on 10mg immediate release at 8am and 1pm, but after discussing the rhythm of my day he has also given me permission to occasionally take 20mg at 8 and no second dose. 20mg is an option if I’m tired or struggling and gives me a little extra push to get stuff started and/or completed, and it helps a great deal, but it’s not always needed.

As for solutions to the actual issue...so, I know that with ADHD it's often the case that once you start something, you may be able to focus deeply on it and bang it out very quickly, like you have been doing. Also can I say, using the RSD to kickstart the executive function is a wonderfully imaginative workaround but sounds super unpleasant to do, so I'm sorry you've had to do that. Anyway, I think people who are capable of doing this, of kicking into action and completing a very complicated task all at once, tend to think that's the only possible way to do it, because it’s the only way that has worked in the past. So I have two suggestions.

The first is to try and reframe the project as something you can work on before the last minute, now that you have medication helping your executive function along. You can try, for example, saying “I’d like to get some work done on this thing that’s due a week from now” and just see how far you get. This can be tricky and can lead to a lot of guilt if you can’t manage it, which I want to stress a lot of people can’t. But if you are capable of saying to yourself “I’m just going to work on this a little”, every time you do that, it gets slightly easier because you know you’re not starting from the beginning. I have sometimes set alarms to be like “Okay, I’ll take my meds at 9:30. At 10am, as they’re kicking in, the alarm will go off and I’ll work on the project a bit.” It could be that you are now capable of spreading the work out over time, but you haven’t been doing that simply because you’re so accustomed to being unable to.

In some sense it’s a matter of identifying what the medication does for you and adjusting that to help you in your life. ADHD meds can have varying effects -- they can help you start stuff, they can help you focus, they can keep you from running around full of excess energy, but they don’t always do everything for every person. So if you know that your meds help you focus but don’t necessarily help you start on something, maybe you need someone to body-mirror you to help get started. If the meds calm you down, maybe use the calm time to set up your workspace and arrange everything so that it’s easier to get started later. Identify the changes the meds make and try to strategize around those changes. Like how without meds at the grocery store I have trouble finding things, whereas with meds I tend to get stalled out taking in all the information. So maybe I need to be at the tail end of a dosage period when I go, or maybe I need to make a list that includes BRANDS so that I’m not label-comparing, and tell myself I will not browse. Or give myself extra time so I can do those things!

The second suggestion may be more helpful, but it too involves doing preliminary work early on. This is one I do when I have something I’m not feeling confident about, but you can do it about anything even if you WANT to do it but can’t seem to get going.

As early as you can, set up some time to sit down and make a list of all the granular parts of a project, rather than doing the project itself. This isn't universal, some people stress out about lists, but it can ease the path towards starting if you think you don't have to do "a project" all at once. If you're making a power point presentation, your list may be something like

Open Powerpoint. Open prompt for presentation. Open research website or get out research books. Read research (just one!). Read research (another). Repeat until finished. Review and develop ideas for the presentation. Make an outline for what the presentation should be. Pick out a template for the slides. Begin entering text into slides.

Et cetera. I've found, and you may too, that once you've started making the list, or once you've gotten to step 3 or 4 of actually doing the list, you're on a roll and the rest comes naturally. Like, I can't do this fucking project! But....well, okay, I am capable of just....opening powerpoint. And once I've done that I can start knocking down the rest, a little at a time. I think it is very hard for people with ADHD to learn how to segment out work that they feel “goes together” over time, like we are always under the impression we have to do The Whole Thing Right Now. Learning to orchestrate smaller steps, with the help of medication, is one way to spread the work out.

But yeah -- all of this is predicated on the idea that the medication can help you get started and focus enough to keep going. If it can’t do that, then the problem is not with you but with your meds. Learning how to observe your medications’ effects, and learning how to use those to your advantage, will be more helpful than any tips or tricks I can provide, in any case, but making sure they’re actually doing the job is first and foremost.

#sam has adhd #blurple-m

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chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter · 9 months ago

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Look at how my tears ricochet.

(or the unoverse fic)

(part 2)

(the MuSan is less subtle and more tragic because hell yeah, but it still could be seen as platonic since the plot is focus on the angst and not on the romance at all)

(also some background HanKisa if you squint it)

(link to ao3, in case someone prefers to read it there)

Introduction and Part 1 here. Read it before for this to make sense!

I want to dedicate this chapter to @souyaddiction because your post of this morning gave me the hype to finally sit down and end it because it was half-done for more than a month. So thanks, really. your words meant a lot! (and for the rest of you, don't hesitate to comment on the fics you like, it will make an author so damn happy 💜)

Also, a song for this chapter, courtesy of @just-sp-in-inginthevoid and their amazing Sanzu playlist!

Warnings: Angst and hurt/no comfort. Sanzu is having another mental breakdown (once for chapter, seems like a good ratio I guess?🤔). Mental health issues and a lot of self-hate because lil gremlin is not having a good time. I promise the ending will be bittersweet and have some hope on it (but not for Sanzu, sorry blorbo!)

MANGA SPOILERS! (Sanzu's mind it's a big manga spoiler)

Notes: Okay, I know I said it would change POV between Kisaki and Sanzu, but I don't know how to write Kisaki, his mind is a total mystery for me. So...this is Sanzu's POV again because thank god he's a stalker and I could fit all the plot just with his point of view. I don't feel too confident with the part of Kisaki's dialogue, but I did my best, I hope he doesn't sound OoC! (also, the thought on Kisaki and Hanma belong to Sanzu, not me, I love my HanKisa weirdos)

Next chapter will be the last one, yuhuuuu! Stay tunned 💜

'This are his intrusive thoughts' and 'This are his regular thoughts'! I was trying to show how broken his mind already is and this seemed like the best way in my head of showing it, I hope it makes sense :)

Also, I did that game with the names again because I love it. I used "Haruchiyo" when he feels more vulnerable, more emotional. And "Sanzu" when he's trying to hide this vulnerability or more close to the edge, to becoming that deranged Sanzu that we saw in Kanto Manji and Bonten.

(Same for "Mucho" and "Muto", since is Sanzu's pov the first one is used in more affectionate moments)

(English is not my first language, so be nice please 🙈)

To be honest, Sanzu is bored. He's plan was pretty simple: following Kisaki around until he discovers something he can use. It's also really easy to do it, at least for him. He's too used to being a shadow, to not being looked twice. Something that used to be painful but plays in his favor when he needs to spy on someone. 'Sure, keep lying to yourself, you love being nothing more than a mere shadow for everyone. Always so easy to ignore.'

After more than two weeks of doing this, the most interesting thing that happened was when Kisaki managed to make Hanma a new captain in Toman, pulling off an alliance that apparently impressed some of the other captains. Haruchiyo felt a punch in his gut at this, as if this decision was the same as spitting on Baji's memory. But he shut up, even if he couldn't understand why Mikey did this, at the end of the day, who was he to question the king's decisions?

If Mikey had asked Sanzu about this, he would've said it was a terrible idea. But he didn't, no one asked him, so he just kept his opinion for himself. 'No one ever asks you anything that actually matters, right? Because they don't trust you.' 'That's not true, Baji trusted me. That's why I'm doing this, I can't let him down.'

His own thoughts are starting to go out of control (again) and Sanzu is sure that the cause is this tedium. 'Do something, fucker! Plan a murder, plot some evil shit or whatever!' But no, Kisaki just keeps doing the same routine almost every freaking day (at least that allows him to still keep an eye on Mikey, since Kisaki actually goes to class, that bastard it's so boring). He tries to distract himself wondering why on Earth Hanma looks so amused around the boy with glasses, like he was in some kind of circus. 'What a freak, he genuinely likes spending time with that fucker'.

To be honest, Sanzu actually learned some important things spying on Kisaki. Like how he never locks his window at night, giving Hanma the freedom to sneak in and out of his room. The scarred boy felt like Christmas came earlier the day he discovered that, a maniacal grin under his mask.

He also learned that Kisaki was panicking after the stunt that Baji pulled on him. Haruchiyo loves knowing that Baji left such a big mark, a force of nature until the very end. But that's not all, Kisaki is scared. He doesn't want to deal with another one of Mikey's childhood friends wreaking havoc on his plans. So, apparently, Sanzu is next in line.

Not that Sanzu is complaining (at all). It makes his job easier, actually. No need to be worried about collateral damage if he's the target. The only thing he has to do, is discovering how Kisaki is going to try to put him out of the picture. Once he knows, he'll find a way to mess with that plan and kill the bastard. No middle points, he's not going to risk it (Baji is already dead, he can't risk it).

'Maybe his plan is killing me from boredom. And it's working.' He almost laughs out loud with this thought, but Hanma and Kisaki are close now, he has to keep it quite. Shrinking himself further into the shadows of the alley, Sanzu tries to sharpen his hearing.

“You've been talking for ages about how you're going to take down the 5th Division vice-captain, but you still didn't tell me exactly how. C'mon Kisaki, don't be mean, you know my curiosity is piqued!”

Hanma speaks so loud that it's quite easy to hear, always acting like he was on a theater. Unfortunately, the other boy is more cautious, so he's unable to grasp everything.

“...Toman's traitor. He'll be the key... he should arrive in a few minutes. Be a good pawn and stop whining.”

The taller boy grins at that, but Sanzu is not really paying attention to their weird dynamic anymore, his efforts are finally paying off. And it's better than he imagined, he's going to be able to uncover a traitor in Toman!

If it weren't for the fact that he's being sneaky, Sanzu would jump from excitement right now. Obviously, it would be much better if there wasn't a snake within the gang, but one of the many things he learned from his captain, is that there is always going to be scabs. That's why the task of the 5th Division is to purge them.

So yes, maybe Sanzu shouldn't be this happy about this. 'You definitely shouldn't, are you glad of having to kill someone else?' He ignores his stupid brain, because he knows that's not it. He isn't glad with the idea of having to do that. He doesn't want to become a murderer, he just wants to protect Mikey. And he's willing to pay the cost.

But that's not it. Not all, at least. He's about to find a traitor all on his own, without any type of help (well, with Baji's help to be fair). Haruchiyo is going to prove his value to his captain, he's going to show how useful he can be. He's sure that Mucho will look at him with a delighted smile on his face, that he'll compliment his skills and his hard work.

Yes, that's it. He'll protect Mikey, he'll honor Baji's last will and he'll make his captain proud of him. Mucho will see that he's more than a wild animal that needed to be tamed. His captain will see that he's worthy, he's certain of it. And Haruchiyo will finally be able to believe it, to feel like more than just a nuisance. 'Are you really worthy?' 'Yes, I am. I'm going to be after this.'

The minutes seem to be passing slower until, finally, the three boys catch the sound of someone approaching them. Sanzu makes sure again they can't see him, trying to be one with the darkness that surrounds him. Until the person arrives and he almost stumbles against the wall from the shock. What is his captain doing here? 'Maybe he knows? Maybe he discovered what this two were planning. Yeah, it has to be that!'

He feels a excitement through his body at the idea that they can take Kisaki down together. Like it should be. But something inside his brain is telling him to wait, to evaluate the situation before. 'You say it yourself, you can't risk it. Are you gonna bet Mikey's life on Muto?' Sanzu shakes his head and decides to listen. 'Just in case, right?'

The 5th division captain stamps Kisaki against the wall, fury flowing on his eyes, keeping Hanma away with the other hand.

“What makes you think you have any right to call me here, Kisaki?” The voice is calm but harsh at the same time.

The boy with glasses just laugh and puts his hands up, showing a false submission and calming his lap dog with a gesture.

“Calm down, Muto, I just wanted a few words with you. We have a friend in common, don't we?”

Sanzu ears perk up with this, unsure of what he should think of that. But his captain seems to understand, because he loosens his grip, allowing the bastard to be free.

“Izana.” Muto only grumbles one word, but it's enough for Kisaki to show a satisfied smile on his hideous face.

“I knew we could understand each other. Now that we clear out the issue of your loyalty, there something... Some one, in the middle of the way to crush Mikey like Izana wants, isn't it?”

Muto just clenches his fits, his knuckles getting almost white. But he doesn't deny the words, he doesn't deny that he is... A traitor? 'No, he can't be. No. No' 'Are you sure? He looks like one. Still happy about it?' 'Shut up, he can't be. He can't.'

“Would you kill for Izana, Muto?” Kisaki's voice feels like a poison, rotting away everything Haruchiyo used to know about his captain.

“What do you want exactly? I don't have time for your little games, go to the point.”

“Sanzu. Your vice-captain is too close to Mikey, knows to much. He could jeopardize Izana's plans to isolate Mikey. Sanzu must go, is that simple.”

A fist punches the wall, right next to Kisaki's face. The boy flinches for a second, but keep his composure.

“That simple? No. I know Sanzu, he's loyal to me, he isn't going to do shit without orders.”

The scarred boy wants to laugh at the irony, they both thought they knew each other so well, didn't they? And they were both wrong. So, so wrong.

“Oh, really? Do you think Sanzu would still follow you around once you betray Mikey?” His voice gives off a false sweetness. “After what you saw in that funeral?”

Muto just purses his lips at that, almost like it the first time he has to confront this fact. That he can't have everything.

“I see you understand now. Don't worry, I'm merciful, I'll let you a few days to think about it.”

This are the last words that Haruchiyo is able to comprehend, his mind, his whole world, seems to be spinning out of control. He tries to stabilize his own body leaning against the wall, feeling too dizzy, ends up slipping to the ground. He's shaking, not realizing how much time has passed, but the others are no longer in his sight anymore.

Taking off his mask, he throws up, feeling sick. 'This is too much, this can't be...Mucho... I trusted him.' 'Did you? You kept so many secrets from him, didn't you?' 'Because I promised to Shinichiro, that's different!'

Haruchiyo just wants to scream, to bang his head against the wall, to disappear swallowed by the shadows of the alley. He can't even go back home. 'What home? The one you share with that damn impostor?' But he should, he should pull himself together or he'll compromise his plan.

A pair of dark eyes come to his mind, a reminder of why he's doing all of this. 'Mikey. I can't fail him. He's the only one that matters, Muto can burn in hell.' 'Are you going to be the one sending him there? Can you really do that? After everything he gave you?'

Sanzu steadies his own breathe, trying to focus on his mission, on what he knows it's the right thing to do. He's finally able to start walking, the breeze of the night helping him to come back to reality. 'Yes, I can do it. The only thing he gave me was lies, it means nothing. It never meant anything, anyway.'

He can hear that annoying voice inside his brain laughing at him and oh, he hates it so much, he hates his own brain so fucking much. 'That's it, then? You'll just keep the lies going on, use him to get to Kisaki and kill them both?' 'Yes.' 'And how far will you go with your lies? Are you going to snuggle against him in bed tonight? To ask him for affection like a desperate puppy like you always do?'

He stops on his track at that, unsure of how to handle it, if he'll be able to pretend like this tonight. Maybe he doesn't need to, it wouldn't be the first time that he spends the night out, his captain never asked too much questions before. That's it, he can just sleep in one of his old hidings and think carefully about how to get rid of those two bastards. Face Muto tomorrow, prepare himself before.

'I'm going to use that fucking betrayer to get to Kisaki, they'll regret trying to stab Mikey's back. I'm going to make sure of that.' Sanzu smirks cruelly with this thought, savoring the idea. The punishment. He'll be the one imparting justice in the king's name. And he'll enjoy it, it doesn't matter who receives the penalty. They should've known better. His captain should've known better. 'You should've known better than trust him too.'

When the morning comes, Muto is not in their small apartment. He seems to just left, most of his things aren't there. A shoji board and and old leather jacket that Haruchiyo used to steal from him seem to be the only important possessions his captain left behind. 'Coward, he's a damn coward.'

Sanzu is burning in rage, a renewed feeling of betrayal growing inside of him, staining and corrupting his already broken mind. 'What are you going to do now? You were too weak to face him when you had the chance and he ran away. You failed. Again.' 'No, I didn't, I still know how to get to Kisaki. No more waiting.'

The place feels suffocating without Muto's calm presence, but it doesn't matter, he knows exactly what he needs to take from his own room.

In the middle of the night, a silent shadow climbs until he's manages to sneak through the unlocked window. Stepping inside, he waits until his eyes get used to the darkness of the room.

“Hanma?” A sleepy voice asks with a not-so-subtle insecurity lingering in it.

“Wrong answer, fucker.” Sanzu snickers, before slamming Kisaki's head with the hilt of his katana, knocking the boy unconscious.

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