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34tmyh34rt · 4 months ago

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König wanting to be tied up but he’s nervous to ask

Tying up subby König

Smut Ahead!!

A/n: This scared me to be completely honest, like how do I write this 😭 BUT I CAN DO THIS.

Sorry for the wait, I wanted to make sure that this was good for all of y’all :)

Tags: gn reader, afab reader, fat friendly fic, no pronouns except for ‘you’, sub König, dom reader, bondage, degradation (m receiving), after care included, slight obsessive König, toxic masculinity mentioned, gender roles mentioned, König being a wuss, what color have we agreed his eyes are??? also this fic is a lil silly, don’t take me too seriously, gets better as you read lol

König’s huge and beefy. He’s not made to be gentle, vulnerable. When you’re in military you gotta have muscles, not feelings. But lord does this big man just want to be put in his place.

Whenever he had the time - or privacy - bondage was always his favorite to pleasure himself to. The lack of control, putting your body in the hands of someone else, having to take everything you were given.

The soldiers he worked with didn’t have much of a filter, using any chance they could to compete in some stupid testosterone pissing match. They boasted about coming back home to their submissive wife that they could fold into a million positions. Talking about how strong and dominant they were - but König couldn’t help but wish for the roles to be reversed.

Being a dom never really did it for him, he didn’t get all the hype. He’d much rather be the one being played with like clay. Pushed and pulled in all directions, used like a doll, treated like a slut. But he could never tell the other men this! No, he’d be ridiculed! I mean, he breaks open doors for a living! He can’t whimper and beg!

But oh lord does he.

He loves his relationship with you. He doesn’t think he could ever find anyone who cares for him as much as you do. God you’re just so fucking perfect. You understand him so well. You don’t make fun of him, you know that he comes with a lot of fucking baggage. You’re so patient with him, especially when his anxiety is taking over.

He’s been too scared to go too far with you in the bedroom. He won’t even let you touch him, worried that he’ll turn into subby mess right under your hands. He’ll finger you or eat you out, never using his dick. If you ever complain or feel bad about the only one getting pleasured, he’ll just tell you that you deserve to feel good, so why don’t you just sit back and let him play with your body?

You guessed that he was just too anxious or insecure to actually fuck yet. You remind him every day that you love him and you’d never leave him, I mean, even that bulge is impressive. If he let you suck his dick once you’d be his forever. He’s so fucking hot and god won’t he just fuck you already!! Nothing could turn you off of an absolute hunk of man like him.

You’ve been begging more and more every day, even resorting wearing only his shirt and your underwear, hoping he’ll rip it right off of you and take you right then and there. Crawling into his lap and grinding down. But of course he’ll just effortlessly pick you up and set you down next to him, giving you a kiss on the head as a sort of apology and racing to the bathroom to deal with his massive… problem

You rolled your eyes, seriously?!?!?

You know that he’s jerking off. This is ridiculous, he obviously wants to fuck you, what the hell is going on? You can’t do this anymore! That’s it, you’re confronting him and getting a goddamn answer.

Your knuckles knock against the wooden door of the bathroom, “König. Get out here. Right now. I know you’re jerking off in there.”

König felt heat rush from his tummy to his cock, goddamnit now he was even harder. He strained against his pants painfully, a soft whimper tumbling past his lips. You’ve never been so demanding before. He hate how much it turned him on.

With a large hand clumsily hiding his bulge, König stumbled out of the bathroom. He was sheepish, refusing to look you in the eye. He looked so fucking pathetic. And he still looked sexy.

“König,” you drawled out his name, frustration evident in your tone - it sent another rush south, König’s eyes almost rolling back into his skull at the sound, “Are you gonna keep beating your dick in the bathroom or are you going to fuck me?”

You could practically hear König gulp, his hand squeezing down over his hard on. His wide eyes flickered down to your lips, you looked so hot when you were angry.

He nodded slowly, never breaking his gaze from you. He’ll probably last long enough, he just has to go slow - that’s all! He just has to keep focusing on being strong and manly and he won’t melt at the feeling of your pussy around his cock! Oh god, who is he kidding, he can’t stay dominate around yo-

“You want me to top you, don’t you?”

His heart dropped. How do you know? He’s quiet, he never has told you anything about his preferences! He’s in the military! He acts like all his peers, right?

His thoughts are racing and you can tell. His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes moving back and forth - something you realized that he does every time he’s deep in thought. You let out a small giggle, “König, don’t be so oblivious, baby.”

You walk up to him, hand reaching up to hold his face. The simple touch has him sinking into your hold. “God look at you, it’s not hard to tell. You always liked it when I took charge,” you leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “You want me to tie you up? Ride your cock until you can’t see straight? Prove to you how much of a slut you are?”

His knees almost buckle under him, you’re all he could ever want. He’s fantasied about you so many nights, worried that he’d never be enough for you. Worried that he wouldn’t live up to your expectations. But that’s okay, you have all the time in the world to prove to him what a good boy he is.

He couldn’t even think, stumbling as you dragged him into your shared room. You quickly tore off your shirt and pants, only allowing him enough time to take off his shirt before throwing him down on the bed, climbing onto his lap and straddling his thick, muscular thighs.

You looked so pretty on top of him. He loved being under you, he wish he could spend the rest of his life right here.

You playfully rutted your heat down on his rock hard cock, König threw back his head. He let out a loud whine, fingers digging into your hips. “You know König, I’ve been planning for this for oh so long. I’ve seen how squirmy you get whenever someone’s tied up on TV. How you grab something to cover your lap. But you’re just so obvious, huh baby?” You squished his cheeks between your fingers. Your voice was so condescending and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips up into you.

“God, you’re such a whore for me König.”

He whined, loud. His pretty pink lip caught between his teeth, brows drawn together. He watched as you opened up your bedside drawer and pulled out a bundle of delicate black lace. His face flushed, cock throbbing against you.

He stayed perfectly still for you as you gently grabbed his hands, leading them up the headboard, and tying them together in a neat little bow. The intricate fabric looked perfect next to his bulging muscles. You ran your fingers up and down the sprawling vine like veins in his arms, you could feel him quivering beneath you. His shallow breathes and occasional low moans tumbling past his mouth.

He gave an experimental tug to his bindings, he could barely move. A rush of blood flowed down to his cock. You were so strong, tying him up so tight, leaving him to your mercy.

You could feel him harden even more, a smirk gracing your face, “You like that baby? You like being tied up under me?” His head quickly nodded, his pretty blue eyes looking up at you.

“Maybe I should just leave you here…” you trail off, leaving kisses along his collarbone, “all desperate and whiny… I mean, it’s only fair after making me wait this long.”

You don’t think you’ve seen König so panicked before. His eyes were blown wide, hands tugging at his bindings so he can hold onto you and keep you right where he needs you. “N-no! Schatz please… please! Bitte mein leibling… I- y/n, I can’t-“ His words slurred, strung together by his thick accent.

“Come on König, stop blabbering. I know you can beg me better than that.” Your words shut him right up. You could see him process, his mind clouded with lust.

“Liebling… ich braunche dich, I need to have you t-touch me…” he pleaded for you, lips trembling and dick pressing against your thigh. “I want to be inside of you so bad, maus… fuck, I’m so hard for you y/n…” How could you deny him when he was begging you so sweetly?

“Only because you’re being such a good boy for me.” You smirked as you oh so slowly unbuttoned his pants. He thrust into the air uncontrollably, even the slightest touch drove him mad. “Ah-ah, stay still König.” His teeth dug into his lip at your words.

You pulled him out of his boxers, his cock slapping up against his tummy with how aroused he was. Pre cum slid down to his base in pretty droplets. You wrapped your hand around him, barely covering him entirely from just how big he was. König let out small breathy whimpers, the heat of your hand was just so warm and nice against his hard on.

You gave him a small lick at his tip, the flavor of his cock spreading deliciously across your tongue. König let out a loud, drawn out groan. More and more peals dribbled from the slit and you quickly caught them in your mouth. König pulled down on his restraints as you slowly took the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking gently.

He loved when you treated him so sweetly, so softly. So lovingly. But lord could he not wait for you to fuck him up.

You started bobbing up and down on his cock effortlessly, taking him nice and easy. You looked up him through your lashes as you hollowed your cheeks and it sent his stomach in knots. It felt so good, the warmth and wetness of your mouth was like heaven. Your teeth grazing the skin of his dick, a small reminder that he was under your mercy and control. To another man it might be threatening to think that their pleasure could so easily be turned into something so painful if the person blowing them off only clamped slightly…

But it just pushed him closer to the edge. Being placed in between those pretty jaws of yours, so sweet but so dangerous. Of course you’d never hurt him, at least not more than he could handle - or enjoy.

He thrusted up into your mouth only for your hands to hold down his hips. Your eyes glowered at him in warning, you were in charge of his pleasure. He whimpered as a sort of apology, too enraptured in the sight of his cock disappearing between your lips to form words. Your saliva pooling at his base and mixing with his pre cum.

He couldn’t wait any longer, his stomach tightening in short spasms. “Maus, I- I’m gonna… ‘M gonna cum…” His breath came out heavy in between his words, your mouth never ceasing as you watched him stumble his words out.

Your lips pulled off his cock with a small ‘pop’, hand lazily moving up and down on his length. “Yeah? You gonna cum? Am I making you feel that good?” His eyes watered, your words so teasing and mean but so arousing. You let out a little chuckle at his state, feeling him twitch in your hand, “Go ahead, cum for me. Cum for me like the slut you are”

You brought your head back down on his dick, moving fast and rough. He loves the way you talk to him, the way you treat him. Like he’s yours. He pulled harder on the lace holding him in hopes of grounding himself, hoping to somehow deal with the overwhelming pleasure you were giving him.

You let his hips thrust into you as he chased his orgasm, loud whines and strings of your name leaving his mouth. You kept your gaze on his face as his brows pinched and eyes closed tight. You felt his cum spill past your lips and leaking down onto his lap. You kept sucking his off long past his high came down, aftershocks twitching throughout his body.

“W-wait it’s, it’s too much- ngh! Oh my god…- y/n!” You giggled watching him squirm with overstimulation. You laid one of your hands down on his hips, pressing down against him. The other hand traced up and down his cock. It was still hard, pressed against his tummy and smearing left over cum on his skin. He jumped with each ghost of your fingers and whined for your teasing to stop.

You eventually slowed your hand, grinning at the mess König had become beneath you, “Alright pretty boy, so fucking sensitive, huh? But if you’re too sensitive for me to even touch you, how am I going to properly fuck you?”

Standing at the edge of the bed you slowly pulled your underwear down, looking at every twitch of König cock as he watched you. You climbed into his lap, your bare cunt hovering above his dick.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes and he gazed at you as though you were sent by god just for him. “Du bist so schön, meine Liebe.”

König’s lip quivered as you lower yourself down onto him. His hard cock stretched out your walls so wonderfully. So hot and thick, and all yours. You threw back your head at the feeling of König disappearing into you inch by inch.

“König you feel so fucking good baby, filling me up soooo much”

König searched for your eyes, needing to know just how good he was making you feel. Him. Not anyone else, him. He felt like he’d cum just at the thought of pleasuring you so well.

His hands shook in his bindings, he craved the feeling of your skin. He needed to run his hands up the curves of your tits, and down the fat of your hips. He needed to grab your stomach and grope your thigh. He just needed to touch- but he was a good boy. He wouldn’t beg you to untie him, no, he needed to prove he could be nothing but a toy for you to use. This was all about you.

God, you.

Your hips met his and the final stretch lodged a moan through your pretty lips. König involuntarily bucked into you as a tear rolled down his cheek at the bliss of being inside of you.

You reached down a hand to dry his face, your other hand pressing down against his lap,

“Aw, Baby, it’s okay. Don’t get too excited though, you keep still.”

Your voice was soft but firm. So melodious. It sounded like honey to König and you could feel him throb inside of you as he held back another thrust.

You teasingly rolled your hips with his full dick inside of you, head thrown back and thoroughly enjoying yourself. König’s teeth burrowed into the soft plush of his lip, overwhelmed by the sight of your heavenly state and the overstimulation to his cock.

His jaw dropped open as he felt you slowly rise up until only the tip was encased in your warmth, and then quickly falling back down to his hips. You watched as König whimpered, eyes screwed shut as pleasure shot through him.

You picked up the pace with each movement, up and down, up and down. More and more whines tumbling past König’s lips as they harmonized with your own moans. Your slick and his cum mixed together over his hips and the insides of your thighs. You reached a hand forward, tracing patterns on his stone hard stomach. It was like chiseled marble, perfectly sculpted all for only you to see and to touch.

He jumped, the muscle in his tummy jumping at the feeling and relaxing at your chuckle.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how sensitive you are, König.” You leaned forward even more, lips teasing his ear. “It’s gonna make fucking you a lot harder for you and a lot more fun for me.”

You straightened your back, mean grin gracing your features. König’s eyes reached the back of his skull, too pleasured to feel real fear at your words. It only pushed him further to finishing. His stomach muscles spasming in preparation and his body tensing.

You suddenly stopped, his cock fully encased in your tight warmth. A twisted cry came from König, desperate for you to continue but not daring to thrust his hips into you. You leaned against your arms propped on his chest, staring deeply into his eyes as he stared back.

Your voice was low aa you spoke, “Are you gonna cum again, König? Cum for your first time from my pussy? Cumming like the pussy drunk slut you are?”

A small sob left König, tears falling from his face. It was as all so much, almost too much. Having you be everything he’s ever dreamed of. He nodded his head, your word bouncing around his skull.

“Y-yes meine liebe, please. Please, let me. I love you.” Another sob, “Ngh, I’m- I’m your slut y/n, I’m your whore.”

“Awww.” You smiled wickedly at him, crashing your lips against his as you continued to ride him. His cock reached all the right places, leading you to your own release. You bit at his lips and even his tongue, his moans filling your mouth. Drool dribbled down his chin and slid down his neck.

Your pussy clenched around his cock, gripping him like you never wanted him to leave. The sound of your skin connecting was like music to König’s ears. The sound of accomplishment. The sound of his love in physical form. The sound of you taking him and putting him right where he fucking belonged.

His tummy tightened again, dick pulsing inside of you. You felt your own stomach pool with pleasure. You momentarily broke from König’s mouth, saliva stringing you together. His tongue lolled out, desperate for your connection to resume.

“Cum for me König, cum with me and prove to me that you’re mine and only mine.” Your lips reached his yet again as your hips moved faster and faster. You even allowed König to sloppily thrust into you. Each time your bodies met it felt like heaven, pushing you further and further to what you knew would be an other worldly orgasm.

All that mattered in this moment was you, it didn’t matter if he fucked before or if he’d cum from someone else before. It felt like he was doing it for the first time. Like this was the only time that mattered. The only person that made him feel this fucking good. This fucking loved.

The pleasure rose and rose, until it snapped. Euphoria rushing over your bodies in waves. A strangled cry pushed into your mouth from König. You could feel him filling you up, warmth spreading throughout your body. You did a few more slow lazy thrusts before pulling yourself off of him, sitting up and looking down at the mess you made.

God he was pathetic, tears drying against his face, lips swollen and bruised, and his eyes looking at you with pure admiration.

You lazily crawled off the bed, leaving König whining for you. When you returned you had a warm wet towel. You sat next to König and gently cleaned him off, careful to not overwhelm him too much. You could feel him jump underneath you every now and then from his overstimulation. When you were done you quickly cleaned your self off and laid the towel on the bed side table, turning back to König who watched your every move with a soft gaze.

You untied the lace around his wrists, holding them in your hands and massaging them lightly. “Does your skin hurt at all baby?”

“N-no. Well, not unbearably. The sting… feels nice.” His voice was husky and low. You smiled at him, before lying down and cuddling up to his chest. He was damp with sweat and his flesh was feverishly hot under your hands. His arm snaked under you and held you tight against him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you so much maus, thank you… thank you for making me yours.”

A/n: oh. my. god. It’s finally over. I finally finished it. Sorry for being gone for so long! Hope this makes up for my absence :)

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checkeredflagggs · 4 months ago

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The Story of Us: Chapter 1

pairing: logan sargeant x famous!fem!singer

summary: logan and you have been keeping a secret from everyone but it might be time for it to come out

a/n: while I do my best on most of my works to be race neutral, this one is very very very self indulgent 🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n2: this is part 1 of 4/5, which will be released when they’re finished and I’m using pretty much everything from Taylor Swift

a/n3: I still don’t understand instagram so - no one but those that follow you can see a private accounts comments (even on a public post). Also I still hate twitter so I’ve replaced it with Bluesky

y/n_fanpage

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y/n_fanpage: y/n_nation has been busy this past week with hints of what’s to come. Obviously midnight has something to do with her announcement! Thoughts?

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user1: NO. SHUT UP!!!

↳user2: NEW STUFF??? NEW MATERIAL??

↳user1: MOTHER IS BACKKK!!!

↳user2: I forgot that it’s y/n_nation that posts the announcements now 😭😭 I feel like I’ve missed so much stuff

↳user1: girl you better go back and check it out

charles_leclerc: cannot wait! Will definitely be on repeat in the garage

↳carlossainz55: yes!!

↳scuderiaferrari: already making room for it in the playlist!

↳user3: ok but this just makes sense to me!!

↳user4: right? Of course Carlos and Charles are y/n fans!

user5: another banger album on the way!

↳user6: album of the year!!

user7: 🤞🤞 fingers crossed it’s a love album

↳user8: oh my god same?

↳user7: like I love her other stuff so much but her love albums??? Next. Level.

↳user8: right?? Oh imagine being loved by someone who writes literal love songs for you

↳user7: not just love songs tho…Thee love songs!

alex_albon: new race day anthem loading!

↳logansargeant: 😂

↳alex_albon: I can’t be teammates with you if you’re not a y/n fan

↳logansargeant: biggest fan there is

↳alex_albon: well that’s not possible

↳lilymhe: no one is taking that title from us!

↳logansargeant: if you say so…

↳oscarpiastri: 🤣🤣

user9: tour tour tour tour!

↳user10: she’s hasn’t even released the album yet? Like Jesus…

y/n

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y/n: this is a no judgement zone, right? Right? Meet the newest members of the family — Snowball and Snowflake, Marshmallow, and Croissant!

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user11: I’m in love?

↳user12: you’re in love? I’m in love!!!

↳user13: they’re so cute!

maxverstappen1: You’re a cat mom too?

↳user14: still not over the thought that vroom vroom guys are in mothers comment section

logansargeant: good looking pups there!

charles_leclerc: it must be the season for new pets!

↳user15: ok but this seems desperate?

↳user16: oh I’m glad I’m not the only one to sense this

↳charles_leclerc: non! It is called shooting your shot!

↳user15: reads like desperation tbh

↳maxverstappen1: ha

↳charles_leclerc: I don’t think I like you anymore

↳user15: I’m not sure who you’re talking too or who should be more offended

↳charles_leclerc: yes

y/n

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y/n: We lie awake in love and in fear, in turmoil and in tears. We stare at walls and drink until they speak back. We twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren’t — right this minute — about to make some fateful life-altering mistake.

This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching — hoping that just maybe, when the clocks strike twelve…we’ll meet ourselves.

Midnights, the story of 13 sleepless nights scattered throughout my life, is yours now. Meet me at midnight

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user16: what??? Like what??

user17: did she seriously just drop a surprise album on us?????

↳user18: miss ma’am mother i know that the album is called midnight but that does NOt mean you have to drop it at midnight! I have classes tomorrow!

maxverstappen1: vigilante shit is on repeat!

↳redbullracing: we can confirm this ✅

↳charles_leclerc: bejeweled is where it’s at actually

↳scuderiaferrari: excuse us while we grab our rhinestones

↳maxverstappen1: it’s ok to admit you’re wrong.

↳charles_leclerc: I’m glad you’re being truthful!

↳maxverstappen1: 😑😑😑

user19: ok but mastermind??? What kind of groundwork are you laying girl??

↳user20: right??? She’s been writing love songs for years and there’s still nothing about who they’re for

↳user21: for real!!! She’s come out about a lot of her songs — illicit affair about yourbff and back to December being about yoursister — but she’s Never! Said anything about who the love songs are about!

↳user19: I’m convinced she’s in a long term relationship and they’re all about her partner!

↳user20: user53 your help is needed rn!

↳user53: oh god not again

↳user19: when im right im gonna laugh in your face

↳user53: uh huh sure you will

alex_albon: do we have to pick a favorite?? Can’t we just play it on repeat in it’s entirety?

↳lilymhe: we absolutely will be doing that

↳logansargeant: really? The entirety??

↳alex_albon: for someone who tried to say you were her biggest fan, this is disappointing behavior

↳lilymhe: it really is

↳logansargeant: 🤷🏼‍♂️🤷🏼‍♂️

↳logansargeant: 🤣

oscarpiastri: my sisters have been screaming at me since it dropped

↳logansargeant: oops. Sorry about that man — know how that feels

↳hattiepiastri: we! need! a! signed! copy!

↳oscarpiastri: I thought you were just into kpop?

↳hattiepiastri: mom! nicolepiastri Oscar is being mean!

↳oscarpiastri: low blow.

↳hattiepiastri: 🤨🥺

↳oscarpiastri: …I’ll see what I can do

↳user19: 🧐🧐🧐

landonorris: I don’t know which one to choose as a favorite…

↳oscarpiastri: oh no

↳landonorris: which means all of them are!

↳oscarpiastri: does this mean…

↳carlossainz55: he will be singing the entire album at the top of his lungs, yes

↳danielricciardo: it won’t be good singing but it will be consistent

↳oscarpiastri: no

↳carlossainz55: yes

↳danielricciardo: yup

↳landonorris: go away muppets! Leave me and y/n and her album alone

↳oscarpiastri: 🤣🤣

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logansargeant: always a great feeling being back home — even better with new friends

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user22: new puppy??? Winter break did Logan good this year!

alex_albon: you didn’t tell me you got a new dog!

↳logansargeant: haha it’s technically not mine but sorry!

↳alex_albon: you got a new dog and didn’t tell me!! Me!!

↳logansargeant: 😂😂

↳lilymhe: he’s pacing right now, he’s in distress

↳logansargeant: sorry not sorry

↳logansargeant: would a visit with him help?

↳alex_albon: it is literally the least you could do

↳logansargeant: 😂 he’ll be at Miami

↳alex_albon: good!

user23: ummm?? Could I take the place of the puppy???

user24: I’m?? Jealous? Of a dog…

↳user25: big mood

↳used24: this is not where I predicted my life would be 10 years ago…

↳user25: no one ever does.

user19: am I gonna be attacked if I say something?

↳user53: potentially

↳user19: do you just have me on notifications??

↳user26: we alert them every time we see you post

↳user26: you scare us

↳user19: just because I’m always right doesn’t mean I’m scary

↳user53: ok let’s take it to dms.

↳user19: buckle up then buddy cause I’ve got it all printed out

↳user26: user53 is a real one 🫡 taking it for team

↳user19: 😡😡😡

↳user53: user19 come on. Explain your newest conspiracy

not_y/n: what a cutie! And he looks so well behaved

↳not_logan: why thank you!

↳not_oscar: gross guys. Keep it to yourselves please and thank you

↳not_y/n: why?? Want me to call you a good boy too??

↳not_logan: absolutely not!

↳not_oscar: eww 🤢 you’re solidly in the sister category and this is not game of thrones

↳not_y/n: 😜

↳not_y/n: speaking of — hotd season 1 binge before Miami?

↳not_logan: yes!

↳not_oscar: yes! — L

↳not_oscar: i guess that it’s a yes from us

y/n

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y/n:

What keeps you up at night?

It’s a momentary glimmer of distraction. The tiniest notion of reminiscent thought that wanders off into wondering, the spark that lights a tinderbox of fixation. And now it is irreversible. The flame has caught. You’re wide awake.

3am is different from midnight — the sky is ever darker and the thoughts even more haunting. Things that would keep you up at one don’t at the other.

Midnights: the 3am edition is yours now

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user27: why? Would? You? Do? This? To? Me?? I just barely got over midnights?? And now I have to listen to 3am??

oscarpiastri: again? Didn’t we just go through this 2 weeks ago?

↳landonorris: WOOOO!

↳oscarpiastri: oh no 😥

↳logansargeant: you could show some enthusiasm? You’ve definitely said she’s one of your favorite artists before

↳oscarpiastri: she is. Lando’s version of her? Not so much

↳landonorris: so rude!

↳carlossainz55: I think it might be a self defense mechanism

↳danielricciardo: gotta save those eardrums somehow

↳landonorris: 😡😡

danielricciardo: Paris baby!

↳user28: I knew you were a man of taste!

↳yukitsunoda0511: he’s really not. The Great War is superior

↳danielricciardo: you wish

user29: ok but would’ve, could’ve, should’ve??

↳lilymhe: karma is still the superior song

↳alex_albon: bigger than the whole sky? Did you miss that song?

↳lilymhe: we’re breaking up. I can’t be with someone who’s top song isn’t karma

↳user29: sorry but you’re both wrong 🤷🏼‍♂️

user19: Paris???? Are you kidding me!??!? And The Great War?!??

↳user53: I’m gonna need you to take a deep breath

↳user19: I told you!

↳user53: yes you did. And, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, I’m starting to believe you

↳user30: who are you and what happened to user53?

↳user53: I don’t know man. I don’t know

↳user53: however user19 might be on to something here…

↳user19: MIGHT?!?

↳user19: just you wait!

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y/n_nation: pack your backs and get your tickets! Coming to a city near you, the Eras Tour is a journey through y/n’s decade long music career!

Starting in Miami, Opening Night is Monday, May 6…more

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user30: YES!!!

↳user31: omg omg omg omg!!!!

danielricciardo: already planning on it!

↳maxverstappen1: so lucky that opening day is immediately after the Miami GP!

↳danielricciardo: exactly! It’ll be nice to spend a few extra days in Florida!

↳user19: yes so lucky…

oscarpiastri: on the one hand I think my sisters would kill me if we didn’t go for opening night…on the other hand I don’t know if I can do a live show with Lando…

↳logansargeant: maybe you’ll get lucky and have separate seating?

↳oscarpiastri: one could only hope…

↳landonorris: you frickin muppets

↳hattiepiastri: seriously???

↳oscarpiastri: will work on it

↳hattiepiastri: yes!!

alex_albon: suddenly i feel like the garages will have a lot of extra guests…

↳lilymhe: what do you mean? I always planned on going to Miami!

↳alex_albon: does always mean 20 minutes?

↳carmenmmundt: it does actually!

↳georgerussell63: since when?

↳francisca.cgomes: for about the last 20 minutes!

↳pierregasly: hint received

↳francisca.cgomes: 🤭

user32: ok i need to be at opening night now…

↳user33: right? The chance to see all these drivers in person?

↳user32: AND to see y/n perform live?!? Dream come true

charles_leclerc: I am ready to fight the Ticketmaster

↳alexandrasaintmleux: yay!

↳user34: oh to have Charles leclerc fight Ticketmaster for you…

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logansargeant: last minute dates before the season starts

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user35: who? What? Where? When?

↳user36: A GIRLFRIEND?!??!!? SINCE WHEN????

alex_albon: first you get a dog and don’t tell me and now you have a whole ass GIRLFRIEND AND DIDNT TELL ME???? Where is the team loyalty?

↳logansargeant: …we’ve been together longer then I’ve been your teammate?

↳user37: what?? HOW LONG?

↳alex_albon: exactly! HOW LONG???

↳logansargeant: just over 10 years now

↳alex_albon: you were a baby?

↳logansargeant: I was nearly 14?

↳alex_albon: a baby!!

oscarpiastri: tell her to answer her texts

↳logansargeant: she said she’s on a strict no phone policy

↳oscarpiastri: I can see her on her phone right now

↳logansargeant: “oh it’s exclusively against Australians who mocked my cooking attempts”

↳oscarpiastri: 😑😑😑

↳oscarpiastri: whatever she made IT WAS NOT BANANA BREAD

↳logansargeant: “but you didn’t have to laugh at me!”

↳alex_albon: the Australian knows???

↳oscarpiastri: there are levels here albon. Gotta get on my level — childhood best friends

jensonbutton: you’ve never mentioned you had a girl, kid

↳logansargeant: ok but to be fair you’ve never asked?

↳jensonbutton: and you’ve never introduced us?

↳logansargeant: she supports from a distance — she also travels a lot for work

↳jensonbutton: kid…

↳alex_albon: DOES ANYONE BUT THE AUSTRALIAN KNOW??

↳oscarpiastri: my family knows

↳alex_albon: Logan…

↳logansargeant:😂

user38: that Florida sun does something amazing for Logan!

↳user39: is it the sun or is it the girl??

↳logansargeant: it’s not the girl

↳logansargeant: it’s my girl

↳user39: I am literally swooning right now good lord

user19: user53! I told you

↳user53: …yeah ok

↳user40: user19 I need the timeline I need the proof I need the receipts

↳user19: I’ve got you!

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f1: it’s time to be fearless! Miss Americana will be performing the National Anthem at the Miami GP the day before the start of her Eras tour!

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user41: oh my god!!! I get to see her twice???

↳user42: seriously??? I’m so jealous

↳user41: I don’t know which gods blessed me but I managed to get tickets to both!!

↳user42: you know I heard it’s good to sleep with your windows open…

maxverstappen1: y/n the Redbull Garage would gladly welcome you!

↳redbullracing: absolutely! You Belong With Us!

↳user43: …is the redbull admin playing wingman for max?

↳redbullracing: the grind never stops

↳maxverstappen1: thanks admin

↳user43: gotta respect that I guess

landonorris: I think papaya is more your color y/n!

↳user44: I think she might prefer a winner actually

↳user44: you know to match her 3 album of the year’s

↳landonorris: ok i let stand the bullying from my friends and teammates

↳landonorris: but im not gonna stand for it from you

williamsracing: i think we could have The Best Day with you and your fellow American y/n!

↳logansargeant: hey what?

↳alex_albon: that’s it? Gonna need more enthusiasm from the guy who “claims” he’s the biggest fan

↳lilymhe: yeah! Show off your American spirit

↳logansargeant: caw caw 🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅

↳y/n: stunning show

↳lilymhe: 🤯🤯

user49: did…did she just…

↳user50: respond to Logan Sargeant? Yeah

↳user49: ohmygod

scuderiaferrari: I do believe Red is your color y/n

↳charles_leclerc: we look best in Red here!

↳carlossainz55: and we have ice cream!

↳charles_leclerc: yes! Custom ice cream just for you

↳alexandrasaintmleux: and we’ll even have a puppy if you’d like a puppy play date!

↳charles_leclerc: yes leo is very well behaved

↳user51: the desperation stinks all up in here

user52: i am living for all the garages trying to get y/n to join them for the weekend

↳user54: my favorite part is the desperation coming from the drivers

↳user54: silly vroom vroom guys and gals thinking they could shoot their shot with y/n… liked by not_y/n

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y/n_gossip

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My questions are how was she hacked and who is the guy!

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alwaysmoncheri · 6 months ago

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heyyy <3 I was wondering if you could write something a little softer for rafe?? it’s that kind of day😞

of course, honey! I hope this makes your day better <3 thank you for requesting

cw: implied fem!reader, soft!rafe, mentions of alcohol, tooth rotting fluff, 1k

You smooth down your dress, applying more pressure to the stubborn ends that keep folding up. For an expensive dress, it was pretty cheap. Or maybe you didn’t iron it correctly. Either way, you aren’t going to let it ruin your night. Your hands shift to the straps, carefully adjusting them to ensure they sit right. And as you look at yourself in the mirror your shoulders soften and warmth fills your chest. Your hair sitting just right—yet still, so imperfectly you. Emerald green dress flowing elegantly, its silky fabric comfortably gliding over your skin, embracing your figure.

Rafe waits for you, already mingling among guests. He knows you like to take your time. More time than you need, but it’s your process and you love it—then so does he.

Another moment passes before you slip out the door, and Rafe spots you immediately. Like he’d ever miss you. Not when you’re always exuding the kind of loveliness that lures him in. He finds it endearing, your eyes sifting through the crowd to find his. It’s like you’re nervous, though, you’re anything but. Still, you find your way back to him, even if it’s a glance through the crowd. Even if it’s a slight tug of a lip—a hint of a smile. Even if it’s for a moment. Before someone takes your arm, drawing you into a circle of people.

You’re stunning. Rafe knows if he were to ever drop dead, now would be that moment. The drink he’d been nursing is long forgotten and his eyes don’t leave you.

“He’s not even pretending to be subtle,” Sarah whispers, slightly leaning across the table. A smile playing at her lips. You don’t need to turn to know who she’s referring to.

“And?” you ask, hiding your smile with a sip of your drink. Sarah tilts her head, raising her eyebrows, silently asking, “seriously?” You shrug causing her to laugh. Though, you can’t help but turn over your shoulder meeting your boyfriend’s gaze once more. A hand clasps his shoulder in greeting, and Rafe only offers a tight-lipped smile in response. You slump onto the table, forehead touching the cool glass as you let you a huff. You’re working with Rafe on his social skills. It isn’t going too well.

Sarah, having followed your gaze, only laughs, “He looks like he’s going to die if you don’t go over there.”

You lift your head from the table, and Sarah gives a subtle nod toward Rafe, silently urging you to go talk to him. He’s standing there, among guests—friends, looking like he could use some company—and maybe some encouragement too.

You straighten and smooth out your dress. A quick press to the fold at the hem, and after offering a quick goodbye to Sarah, you turn on your heel.

Rafe isn’t standing very far, he never is.

“Hi,” you smile, soft and sweet. His chest hurts. He needs to sit down, he thinks, before he makes a fool of himself.

“Hey,” he responds, his voice low and rough. He smiles back, but he’s holding his breath. Rafe knows you’ve noticed when your smile widens—he wonders how your cheeks don’t hurt. Maybe they do. He’s never asked.

Without a word, you shuffle into his chest, arms wrapping around you instinctively. Arms around your waist, and palms pressed flat against your back. You tilt your head up leaving a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. Rafe’s heart pounds, overwhelmed with love. Every time your lips touch his skin, it burns into memory. So, if you ever slip away, he’ll have one forever thing.

A hand leaves your waist, quick to brush your hairline, and rest on your jaw. You blink slowly, waiting for him to kiss you. Then, he does. It’s sweet, unhurried, and now it’s your turn to be overwhelmed. You smile again, finding his lips mirroring yours. It’s rare from Rafe. It makes you want to kiss him again, but you can’t when you’re smiling this hard.

Though, it doesn’t take long for Rafe to move back in—lips meeting yours. This time, leaving you dizzy.

“You’re so beautiful.” he sounds breathless as he plants firm kisses along your jaw, “Every time I see you, it just keeps getting better.”

“Yeah?” you ask, a playful lit in your voice, but there’s a spark of sincerity in your eyes, as if you’re searching for him to prove it.

“Fuck, yeah.” Rafe replies with a wide grin, before kissing your neck again. He’s intoxicating—placing his lips everywhere from your jaw to your collarbone. He’s forceful enough to almost knock you off balance, but he always anticipates the moment he’ll need to steady you. It makes your heart soar.

“Okay.” you almost snort, hand touching his cheek—a silent signal to calm down.

He leaves a soft kiss on your pulse before one arm slips from your waist—grabbing his drink, the other keeping a firm hold to keep you close to his side.

It’s funny how much something so simple—just being near him—could make you feel like the center of the universe. Maybe that’s because you are to him. You’ve opened him up to so much love he never thought he’d be capable of. And your love is his favorite—not grand gestures or dramatic moments—it’s just this, the quiet comfort of being with him, and it’s enough.

The two of you stand in the crowd, occasionally speaking to the people who approach. With glasses of champagne in hand, you savor the closeness and warmth of the night.

“I didn’t see you making any new friends earlier,” you tease, tilting your head up to look at him.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. Eyes taking you in, as if he hadn’t gotten a good enough look earlier, “Too busy looking at you.”

You laugh softly, “Trying to charm me?”

Rafe looks at you, insulted, “Trying?” he asks, straightening up, his posture shifting into something a little more smug, “Baby, I don’t have to try.”

Your mouth falls open. You stare at him for a moment before shaking your head. “I can’t wait for you to be humbled.”

The hand on your waist that was drawing small circles on the fabric of your dress stills. Your stomach flutters when he leans down, lips brushing on the shell of your ear.

“And I can’t wait to take this off.”

You burst into laughter.

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thank you for reading, my darling! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily! send requests to my inbox!

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mattyriddlegf · 4 months ago

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New Year's Kiss - MR

Happy new years everyone! 2024 gave me so much to be grateful as I started my writing journey here and I cannot wait to see what 2025 brings. Thank you all for all of your support <3

Summary: you miss Mattheo on New Years Eve after a fight between the two of you creates animosity

warnings: suggestive content

word count: ~1k

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It’s New Year's Eve at Hogwarts, the whole castle buzzing with excitement. Students in every house had agreed to be in on the castle party, creating one of the biggest and best kept secrets from professors in recent history.

The room of requirement has been transformed into a large banquet room, ready to host over a hundred kids or more. The drinks have been spiked and the music was blasting, bodies standing all over the place.

You would actually quite enjoy this setting if it weren’t for the fact that you and Mattheo had gotten into a huge fight a few days ago and haven’t made up yet. It was over a stupid topic but both your and Mattheo’s egos have gotten in the way, forcing the two of you to go into the silent treatment with each other.

‘You’re stupid if you think he was just trying to be nice and help you out. He obviously wanted in your pants.’

‘Oh that’s really mature of you Mattheo. Congratulations on being an asshole.’

‘Fuck you.’

‘Yeah well fuck you too.’

The argument replays in your head. Both of you knew how to get under each other’s skin and when you’re mad, your words shoot to kill; the same goes for Mattheo.

You stand alone in the corner in the room sipping on your drink, observing everybody around you. To no surprise, Mattheo hasn’t shown yet. He wasn’t one to like parties, especially not alone so him not showing up made a lot of sense. A small part of you, the part that wasn’t mad at him anymore, kept looking at the door hoping to see him enter.

This would be the third new year of your and Mattheo’s relationship and the previous two years had been spent together, kissing at midnight and separating from the rest of the group afterwards to ring in the new year properly…

“Hey, you doing ok?” Pansy asks, walking up to you and snapping you back to reality. You hadn’t wanted to come to the party either but she had convinced you otherwise, practically begging you to come.

“I’m fine.” you respond quickly, “seriously, go have fun.”

“You miss him don’t you?” she smirks slightly. She was the number one fan of the relationship you and Mattheo had, she knew all of the stuff you had been through together and was genuinely your number one supporter.

You tilt your head, “what makes you say that?”

“sweetie, you wouldn’t be able to fool anyone right now, let alone me.” she laughs, “just admit it…”

You purse your lips, “maybe just a little…”

“Go be with him…you know you want to.” she shrugs, sipping the drink in her hand.

“I don’t know…” you shake your head, “either way, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me!”

She glances between your eyes, looking suspicious before speaking up, “alright fine but I will get you on that dance floor at some point tonight...if you’re still here later”

“Sure thing, I can’t wait.” you smile fakely. You check your watch, 11:42pm, “it’s almost time, you better go find a guy to kiss”

“Oh trust me, I have my eyes on someone already” she smirks and starts walking away.

“Take it easy on Draco” you say louder than normal. She flips her middle finger at you before she disappears back into the crowd.

You slowly make your way over to the liquor table, refilling your drink as you notice a couple, both Ravenclaw’s, across the room. They were standing close to each other, the guy with his arms wrapped around the girl’s back and her arms hanging around his neck as they gently sway to the loud party music in the background.

The feeling in the pit of your stomach was nagging at you, eating away at your pride. Who even cared if you were right in your argument with Mattheo? Now, it seemed like it doesn’t even matter anymore, you just wanted him.

You move your glance over to Theo across the room, who is making out with his new girlfriend. You watch for a few more seconds before looking back down at the watch on your wrist, now reading 11:49pm. Eleven minutes until the New Year and Mattheo was nowhere in sight.

Your heart aches, wanting your love by your side. The mixture of sounds from the party were suddenly hurting your ears.

You set down your full drink on the table before walking out, leaving behind the party. You didn’t want to be there anymore.

You walk through the empty castle, heading straight for the astronomy tower. You know Mattheo will be there without a doubt.

When you reach the top of the tower, the freezing air hits you like a ton of bricks but you see Mattheo leaning on the railing, staring out onto the grounds.

“Hi” you breathe out, just standing there.

Mattheo instantly turns around to face you, “hi.”

You walk up slowly, “it’s cold out here…”

“Weren’t you at the party?” he interrupts, asking you with furrowed eyebrows.

“I didn’t want to be there…not without you.”

He doesn’t respond but looks you up and down and nods.

“The truth is that I don’t even know what we fought about anymore. I just-” you hesitate before continuing, “I love you.”

A smile slowly creeps onto Mattheo’s face. You walk up to him until you’re just inches away from him, the heat of his body begging to touch you.

“You couldn’t even make it one New Year’s kiss without me, could you?” he smirks, wrapping his arms around you and resting his hands on your lower back.

He glances at your watch as your hand rests on his chest, “its almost midnight…” he coos.

“Oh?” you ask sarcastically, “what’s so special about midnight?”

“This…” he trails off as he connects his lips with yours, everything else in the world instantly disappearing.

You hear fireworks going off in the distance, likely from the Weasley twins. You laugh into the kiss before pulling away, “happy new year my love”

“Happy new year mi amor” he responds as he grabs your chin before connecting lips again, your tongues dancing together.

You had started the new year just how you wanted to…with the love of your life.

#hogwarts fanfiction #slytherin #harry potter #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys #mattheo #mattheo riddle #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #mattheo angst #mattheo fluff

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midnight-shadow-cafe · 1 month ago

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Helloo !! How was your day ?? <3

I was wondering if you could write something about a sneezy medic? I have terrible dust mite allergy and I can’t stop sneezing all day, like 5 times a day I get an attack and sneeze 20 time in a row ToT (also I have a dad sneeze which doesn’t help). I’m so embarrassed about it v.v

How would 141 react?

Achoo!

Pairing: Task Force 141 x Medic!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Allergies, lots of sneezing, teasing, mild language, fluff, concerned Price, men being menaces.

Author's Note: Oh no, love, that sounds miserable! Sneezing fits like that must be exhausting, but I bet the 141 would have plenty to say about it. Hope this makes you feel a little better!

Summary: You’ve always had terrible dust mite allergies, and unfortunately, that means sneezing fits are a regular part of your life. The boys react in their own ways—ranging from teasing, concern, and utter indifference.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The day had barely started when you felt that telltale tickle in your nose. A familiar sense of dread settled over you as your breath hitched. Not again. You quickly grabbed a tissue from your pocket, barely managing to brace yourself before—

"Achoo! ACHOO! Hh’CHH! Hh’NGTCH!"

It came in rapid succession, each sneeze shaking your entire body. You managed to catch them in the tissue, but there was no stopping the fit once it started. Your head snapped forward over and over, each sneeze loud and forceful, as if your very soul was trying to escape through your nose.

John Price, who had been sitting at the table drinking his morning coffee, sighed heavily. "Bloody hell, love. That sounds miserable. You taken anything for it?"

You sniffled, dabbing at your nose. "I did, but it never fully works. Dust mites are evil."

Price rubbed his temples and set his mug down with a sigh. "We need to sort that out. Can't have our medic sneezing their lungs out every damn day."

"Not like I can help it," you muttered, rubbing at your nose, already feeling another sneeze creeping up.

Across the room, Ghost barely spared you a glance from where he was cleaning his knife. At first, he didn’t even react. But after the *tenth* sneeze in a row, he finally raised a brow.

"You done?" he asked flatly.

You barely had time to shake your head before another sneeze overtook you. Ghost simply sighed and continued sharpening his blade, waiting it out with patience that somehow made you feel even more self-conscious.

"Goddamn, that's a *lot* of sneezing," Soap said from the couch, grinning like an absolute menace. "You always sneeze like that?"

You groaned, rubbing at your eyes. "Unfortunately, yes. It comes in fits. Usually twenty sneezes in a row."

Soap let out a loud, delighted laugh. "Twenty?! Jesus, that's impressive! We should start taking bets!"

Gaz, sitting beside him, smirked. "I got twenty-two sneezes today. You in, Johnny?"

Soap leaned forward, looking you over like a man studying the odds at a horse race. "Nah, I'm thinking eighteen. Feels like an eighteen-sneeze kind of day."

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "You guys are the worst."

Gaz chuckled and tossed you a pack of tissues. "Hey, at least we're making it fun. Bless you, by the way. In advance."

You snatched the tissues with a glare, but the next sneeze cut off whatever retort you had.

Price shook his head, clearly unimpressed. "You're all children," he muttered before turning back to you. "Seriously, though, we need to get you something for this. Air purifiers, antihistamines—hell, maybe one of those allergy shots."

You gave him a tired smile. "That’d be nice, but I’ve kind of accepted my fate."

Price huffed, clearly not satisfied with that answer. He muttered something under his breath about how "his medic shouldn’t be suffering like this" before pulling out his phone, likely to research solutions himself.

Meanwhile, Ghost continued watching you silently. The moment you slumped in exhaustion after the latest fit, he got up without a word and disappeared into the kitchen. A minute later, he came back and placed a steaming cup of tea on the table beside you.

You blinked at it in surprise. "Ghost…?"

"Drink," he said simply before returning to his corner like nothing had happened.

Soap whistled. "Aw, big scary Ghost taking care of our poor sneezy medic. Never thought I'd see the day."

Ghost shot him a glare that could have frozen hell over, but it only made Soap laugh harder.

By the time your sneezing finally subsided, you were left exhausted, nose red, and head pounding. But despite the teasing and judgmental stares, you had to admit… having these guys around made it a little less miserable. Even if they were menaces.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

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heaven-s-black-box · 3 months ago

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Notes- Hacking up a Lung; Anemo Boys x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: January 27th, 2025

Description: Anemo boys (+ Aether) with an fem reader. When Reader was yelling at someone until she coughs, Chronic stress can affect the vagus nerve — a major nerve that runs from the brain stem to several organs, including the lungs. Some researchers suggest this might be the cause of some unexplained coughing. How would they deal with that situation?

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. Fun science facts for the win, I did not fact check this (though it sounds right) or my writing. So, this isn't medical advice and might be inaccurate. Also, reader's gender isn't mentioned, but i did tag it as female reader because that's what the request asked for.

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Xiao

At first he thinks it’s because you’ve spent so much time with him

He rushes you to dr. Baizhu and is reassured it’s not his fault

But… he still blames himself and starts to stay at a distance

Doesn’t want to completely leave you though, so he leaves letters around and plays for your lunch and watches you from a distance

Eventually you have to corner him and assure him you’re fine

Maybe tell him he’s stressing you out more? You know, if he really wants to help you he should stay around

Venti

That was weird, you should go see Barbara

Oh, it’s caused by stress? Guess he’s taking you on a vacation

If you don’t want to travel, that’s fine, he’ll just take you camping

Somewhere with fresh air and a gentle breeze, not near the frigid dragon spine, maybe somewhere near the waterfront

If you do travel he’ll take you somewhere that won’t affect your lungs, so nowhere high up, maybe Sumeru since there’s so much fresh air

Kazuha

He’s already concerned that you’re yelling at someone, are you okay? What happened?

And then you start coughing and he’s by your side and whisking you away

Helps you catch your breath and then take you to see Kokomi, or Baizhu if you’re in Liyue

Once he finds out it’s caused by stress, he asks if you want to settle down

He’d been considering it, but this was a tipping point because traveling as frequently as you did could be stressful

Plus being stuck on the Crux, and sea water was so salty that maybe the air was too dry?

Even if you don’t settle down, he tries to spread out your travels more

Heizou

Mr. detective has a whole collection of eclectic knowledge stored in his head

And he knows about your chronic stress

So you start coughing mid argument and he’s like, aw damn, guess we’re taking a break

He likes cases, but your well being comes first so he takes some of his vacation time

Places a hand on your back during your coughing fit, just to comfort you

You spend a nice few days together and he doesn’t let you lift a finger, consider this him making up for always being busy

Wanderer

He thinks your argument with this nobody is funny, and he refuses to admit he’s worried when you start coughing

His first thought is an illness like the one furnace workers often experienced, but that didn’t make sense

Takes you to Avidya forest to see Tighnari who tells you to rest

Wanderer feels better knowing it’s nothing too serious, look chronic stress is manageable in his opinion

Tries to be nicer to you, because he’ll be damned if he starts stressing you out, and asks Nahida for advice

Makes you join him for his tree naps, the fresh air is good for you

Aether

You start coughing and he thinks of a million things it could be, delusion? Abyssal energy? Seriously, he’s seen so much

Takes you to the nearest doctor and finds out it’s stress related, and somehow that’s worse than everything else

Because… it’s his fault

You’re joining him on his journey, you’ve been through so much with him and because of him

And the worst part? He can’t wait for you to recover, and he’ll be damned if he lets you push yourself

You have to part ways for now, but once you recover to a manageable degree he’ll come back for you

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cwwv9 · 18 days ago

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"Silence heard"

— without gender!depressive!reader x Isagi Yoichi, Meguro Bachira, Hiori Yo, Karasu Tobio, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Mikage Reo, Hagi Seishiro, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Shidou Ryusei.

Warning: depression, emotional detachment, mention of apathy, inner pain, attempts to cope with mental difficulties, passive suicidal behavior (hint), obsessive behavior.

mailbox open for queries!!!( I need it )

Isagi Yoichi

He notices it from the very beginning - how you hold yourself apart, how you keep silent at times when others are laughing. Isaiah is lost at first: he can not cope with the pain of others, because he always made up for himself at the expense of the goal. But one day he will just say:

- If you’re sick, I won’t distract you with happiness. Just... let me be there. Even if it’s silent.

And it really stays - quiet, attentive, not pressing.

Meguro Bachira

His first reaction is an obsessive positivity. He thinks that he can "spin" you like a toy. He dances, jokes, wears stupid glasses.

But then he realizes: you don’t need funny clowns. Then he begins to share his loneliness - about the imaginary friend, about the silence in his head when there is no football.

- You don’t have to laugh. I know what it’s like to live in your own world. Just... let me in for a second, and I won’t tell anyone what’s inside.

And you believe.

Hyori Yo

He can immediately feel the familiar sadness in your eyes. He doesn’t ask questions - he just starts making you tea, leaving playlists, sometimes writing short messages: "Did you eat today?"

His care is unnoticeable, almost imperceptible. But at one point you catch yourself waiting for him to walk down the corridor with his hands on your shoulder.

Hyory never demands changes from you. He just exists as a warm room in a cold house.

Karasu Tabito

At first he gets irritated. Like, "Why are you being so pushy?" - but it’s a defensive reaction. He can’t say "I’m worried".

And then you start noticing - how you’re slouching, how your eyes are slipping away from the light. And it becomes cautious, almost careful. He will start calling you to the gym, explaining:

- Exercise helps. Seriously. I’m not a doctor, but when I have shit in my head, I run. We can run together.

And you run. Be quiet. This is also a form of closeness.

Reo Mikage

He wants to "fix" you. Right away. Money, gifts, trips, everything to make you smile.

But when he sees that it doesn’t work, he breaks himself. He sits down next to him and says, almost whispering:

- I can’t love any other way. But if you just need to be held by your hand in the dark, I’ll learn.

And it holds. Long. Until you want to come out - yourself.

Nagi Seichiro

He’s not very emotional, but even he can feel the weight you’re carrying.

- It’s exhausting, isn’t it? Living at all.

It will not make you feel. Just lie next to it, plug in headphones, throw a gamepad:

- Let’s just not think. Together.

You don’t have to "be better" with him. He accepts your apathy as something natural. And this, surprisingly, heals.

Michael Kaiser

His first instinct is to ignore. He doesn’t have time for other people’s pain.

But you hold him in your detachment. And one day he comes up, looking straight into his eyes:

- You look like you’re already dead. Do you know what I do when I’m dying inside? I look in the mirror and remember who the hell I am.

He is provocative. He is stiff. But then he hugs - suddenly, firmly.

-And you won’t die while I’m around. Remember that.

Alexis Ness

He feels more than he understands. He looks at you and squeezes his lips.

- I want you to see yourself with my eyes. There’s so much beauty.

He starts doing little things: folding origami, leaving candy, telling stupid stories.

He doesn’t expect a reaction, he just hopes that one day you will smile. Even for a second. And that will be enough.

Rin Itoshi

Rin thinks you’re weak for a long time. He doesn’t understand why you can’t just stand up.

But then one day he sees you crying quietly at night, thinking no one notices.

He hasn’t said a word to you since.

- You hold on. That’s enough. I’ll take care of the rest.

He can’t be soft, but he stays. Every day. No explanation.

Sai Itoshi

He frowns. Not because you’re sad, but because he hates that the world made you do it.

- If someone hurt you, I’ll find them. I’ll break them.

But on those rare evenings when you’re just sitting next to him, looking at one spot - he’s stroking your hand, barely touching it.

The room does not demand, does not ask, just gives you the right to be who you are. And then quietly adds:

- If you want to feel alive, I’m here for you.

Ryusei Shido

He’s laughing in your face. Literally.

- Oh, the dark girl! Let me fuck you - maybe you’ll come back?

But then he sees how you tremble at night, and all his pofisticism flies away.

He is angry. At himself, at you, at the whole world.

- You don’t have to be funny. But you do have to live. I won’t let you disappear. Not you, okay?

Becomes aggressive in caring. It annoys. But saves. Because he is always near - like a storm, like a fire. Like life.

#bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x you #blue lock x gender neutral reader #isagi yoichi x reader #bachira meguru x reader #hiori yo x reader #karasu x reader #michael kaiser x you #mikage reo x reader #michael kaiser x reader #alexis ness x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi sae x reader #ryusei shidou x reader

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aurorasgate · 7 months ago

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Halo luna, i hope you have a great day and night. If possible, for falling in love event, can i request for sylus with 'forgiveness + rough to soft kiss' ?? Thank u in advance. ❤️

sylus x reader | hurt/comfort, 'sweetie' and 'sweetheart' used but no specific pronouns used for reader

falling for you event (event requests closed)

thank you so much for requesting something for my event 🥺🩷 my chest hurtsss after writing this i hate fighting with my mans but i also just love to put them through it hehe

the usual welcoming warmth that you felt whenever entering sylus’ room is quickly overtaken by the cold ache in your chest and when you throw back the door behind you, you expect the sereneness of the room to ripple and waver at the sound of the door slamming shut, like a boulder being thrown into a still lake, but when there is only a dull thud, the room remains intact and unmoving. as though it had been waiting for your return.

like it was just as much yours as it is his. the place you felt the most safe. a room covered in reminders of the very man who you didn’t want to really be around when you’re feeling like you are now and was yet the one person you wanted to hold you and make you feel okay more than anything else.

you don’t need to look back to know sylus is on your heels, having caught the door in it’s force back, not easily giving in to letting you go after the start of a.. difficult conversation. because if you admitted this was very much turning into a fight, you might be the only thing faltering and breaking.

“there’s no reason to slam the door shut, sweetie,” his voice carries a calm indifference that you just can’t match or appreciate right now.

it feels like too much. like he’s not taking you seriously. as if your worries and words don’t matter. like maybe it’s all stupid anyway and even if you could convince yourself it is, it wouldn’t stop you from feeling this way.

you make it to the foot of the bed when you’re unable to stop your words, your overwhelming emotions pushing them from where they muddle together and coat your lungs in heaviness. you speak quickly, feeling the venom tingle uncomfortably on your tongue and the heat of the air between you with each uneven breath.

“apparently there is sylus! unless you didn’t hear me when i said ‘forget it’?” finally you look back at him, seeing him standing tall by the closed door, scarlet eyes not leaving your frustrated gaze.

still so calm. so in control when you weren’t and you didn’t know if it was making it better or worse. “we were in the middle of a conversation -”

“a conversation i no longer want to be a part of!” the angry tears begin to burn in the back of your eyes, ready to escape if only you hadn’t held them back with all your might.

“that isn’t how this works.”

you scoff, feeling your chest constrict. “that’s real rich coming from the man who does whatever he wants without worry to what anyone else thinks or wants or how things are supposed to ‘work’. but only you can get away with that, right?”

a heart beat passes, quick and echoing with the breaking of your own when you wish you could take it back already and somehow still scream but sylus doesn’t give the distance between you another moment to grow colder or longer before he’s in front of you, far enough to give you space, to run if you wish, but close enough you’re within arms reach.

you can’t help but take a step back in surprise, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed frame and pinning you there. this close, you can see the truth of his emotions laid bare before you; the way his chest rises and falls with heavy breathes. the knit in his brow and the way it makes the rose color of his eyes nearly tremble. the deep frown on his lips in a way you don’t think you’ve seen before. the hands that are aching to reach out to you but don’t let themselves move from his side.

his tone is deep and low when he breaks the silence. “is that really what you think?”

“and if it is?” your voice falters on you more than you wish it would but you couldn’t help it even if you had the strength too. it’s quiet, a shaking murmur that brings with it the escaping of the tears pooling in your eyes. laced with the truth of what lay in your heart. the start of this all.

sylus takes a step closer to you, feeling relief wash over him when you don’t move away this time. “then i’m sorry i haven’t done better at showing you just how much i think of you and your wants and your worries.” his touch is beyond gentle as he caresses your cheeks with his thumbs, catching each of your tears and wipping them away with aching tenderness most might not think him capable of. “how i consider every choice and the ways it will affect you - us.”

he kisses you hard then, without warning and without holding back. it's full of tongue and a light knock of your teeth and before you can register what’s happening, you’re pressed firmly between the mattress and sylus’ broad frame, your hands in his silver hair pulling him impossibly closer.

you can barely get out his name between kisses and the swipe of his tongue into your mouth as you call out for him. the intoxicating taste of him melting on your taste buds replaces the uncomfortable tightness in your chest with a humming buzz of warmth and love and a heat that spreads from your head to your toes.

you swear you can feel your hearts beat as one through your clothes, from the rapid rhythm you both knew well with each other to something softer, slower, but just as consuming; proof of your devotion to get through anything and with the pure truth of his words. the kisses you share easily follow suit, turning to gentle little things, chast and almost fleeting in their softness but neither of you could not be pulled away for long.

sylus says your name through unsteady breaths, holding you as if you might slip through his grasp, kissing you like he certainly had all the time in the world to do so, his lips perfectly slotted against yours and you were so very willing to return them. “will you let me make it up to you sweetheart?”

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ghostgirl-22 · 6 months ago

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love your writing 🥵

why is there a criminal lack of artrick rimming fics? do you know of any at all? there is so much tongue action too

Okay wait… you’re so right actually

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Art always takes a bath on Sunday nights. He spends an hour in the bathroom playing music lounging in the bathtub. When he gets out his skin is flushed and his fingers are pruny and he’s drying his blonde curls with towel while bending over barely covered to pick out his clothes. It’s so fucking distracting it’s a wonder Patrick ever gets any homework done.

This particular Sunday they don’t have school or even practice the next day. It’s Veterans Day or Memorial Day or whichever one’s in November…he always gets confused. And Art still bent in half over his dresser isn’t helping matters.

Patrick sighs. “Hey c’mere,” he says pushing his notebook to the side, fuck it, his English teacher thinks he has ADD anyway.

Art stands up and looks at him. “Do you have my Ramones t shirt still?”

“Probably. Come here.”

“Did you ever wash it?” Art demands walking to where he’s sitting at his desk.

“Probably not. Hey so there’s this thing…this kiss…I want to try it with Madison but I’m scared I’m not gonna be good at it.” Patrick says carefully.

Art nods his head all seriously like he’s just been handed a fun homework assignment, his eyes light up and he licks his lips. Patrick knows he’s probably more intrigued by the idea that it’s something new and Patrick’s admitting he’s not good at it.

“Can we…you know… try it first?”

“Yeah sure,” Art says. It’s Sunday but it’s not a normal Sunday.

“Okay, can we do it now?”

Art looks over at his clothes folded on the bed. He’s so meticulous and neat. But Patrick is an animal and his favorite project is finding new ways to make a mess out of him.

“It’s gonna take like five minutes,” Patrick says, standing up and pulling him towards his own bed. “Can I kiss you?”

Art nods his head. “Okay…yeah sure.” He says allowing himself to be led with reluctant curiosity.

They approach the foot of his bed and Patrick walks behind him. ”Like this…” he says wrapping his arms around Arts firm waist from behind. He presses himself against the swell off his ass and watches Art swallow as he leans in. Art closes his eyes and pouts his lips. Patrick can’t resist… he gives him a peck on the lips and then sinks to his knees behind him.

He eases the towel up Arts thighs.

“Patrick, what are you—” Art says anxiously attempting to turn around.

“Shh. Stay still. Five minutes.”

“I thought you said you wanted to kiss—”

“Yeah a kiss, it’s a little kiss. Can you relax?” Patrick says distractedly looking over Art's bottom. He feels himself getting hard. Art has the perfect ass. Patrick’s missed more than a few shots on the court because of it. He’s spent hours and hours touching himself thinking about pressing his cock inside it.

He kisses one cheek and Art takes a breath. “Patrick you can’t…” He whispers.

“I know,” Patrick sighs and kisses him again and then gently spreads him apart and licks at the perfect pink pucker right in the center. He teases his tongue along the outside…kissing him slowly. It feels better than he imagined.

Art makes a strangled sound and tries to pull away but Patrick follows him. “Please, please lemme kiss you, one kiss, one filthy kiss.” He begs as Art climbs on the bed.

Art whines, “Patrick please— I—I’m gonna—“ his voice is pitched entirely different and his cock is full already, he’s even started dripping. And that’s when Patrick realizes this is a thing.

“It’s okay,” Patrick breathes trying to reconcile this. “It’s okay if you—” he’s not sure what he’s saying anymore. His heads gone fuzzy, his heartbeat’s in his ears drowning out the low volume of the classic rock station playing on the clock radio. Patrick gets behind Art on the bed and starts again, first slowly, then recklessly, pushing his tongue in and out. Licking and sucking like it might go away if he doesn’t get to it fast enough.

“Oh my fucking god,” Art cries. He’s gripping the sheets, knuckles white, helpless little sounds spilling from his lips. He starts shivering, whining, moaning like the girls do on the choppy videos they find on the internet late at night before deleting their search history.

Patrick’s gripping his waist, holding him tight so he can’t leave again. Probably too tight but he’s so fucking lost he’s barely aware of it till Art starts coming. Messy and wet all over Patrick’s bed sheets.

Patrick makes himself stop and licks his lips, wiping his mouth with his wrist. “God you’re so… fucking… sensitive,” Patrick gasps and Art just groans, collapsing on the bed.

Patrick doesn’t need much to bring himself over the edge. Just Art splayed on the bed in front of him all apart, flushed beautifully, breathing heavy, towel barely covering him, jizz still dripping down between thighs. He’s probably ruined this forever because he’s always gonna be thinking of Art. How he looks, how he sounds, how he feels, how he tastes. Patrick loses it all over him, spilling on his stomach, adding to the mess between his legs.

“Fuck,” Patrick breathes.

Art shivers. “You’re so—“ he pushes himself up on his elbows, “Now I have to get in the shower again.”

Patrick huffs a laugh. “I have to change my sheets.” He sighs and dips his finger tip into the pool of come on Arts thighs and tastes it.

“You’re so gross,” Art whispers and he bites his lip.

“And you love it,” Patrick points out.

Arts blushing and he flops back on the bed and covers his face with his arms. “If my mom ever found out I let you…”

“Well I’m certainly not gonna tell her.”

“Yeah but… but now I’ll know and you’ll know and I’m not gonna be able to…” he rubs his eyes and takes a deep breath. “It’s so…dirty.”

“Relax. Go shower again and it’ll all go away… like I never even did it I promise.”

“I really hate you,” Art says and Patrick grins at him.

“Yeah I know, I love you too.”

#anon #ask #random blurbs #challengers #challengers 2024 #art donaldson #patrick zweig #challengers smut #art x patrick #artrick #rimmimg

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only-lonely-star · 6 months ago

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LOVED THE SODA HCS CAN YOU DO SOME WITH X READER ONES WITH HIM? OR AT LEAST HIM WITH A ROMANTIC PARTNER HCS

‧₊˚ Dating Sodapop Curtis HCs ₊˚⋅

Warnings - There are a few that are for a fem!reader !! Majority are gender neutral.

Author’s Note - I was diagnosed with PNEUMONIA last week, I felt like absolute shit and the last thing I wanted to do was write. I’m feeling better now, so here’s some sweet headcanons! I hope you all enjoy!!!! 🤗🤍

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Fight me on this one, Sodapop Curtis is a lover boy.

No seriously, I can’t see him hoeing around and seeing other people behind your back. Now. I will say, he might check someone out or partake in catcalling once in a while but he wouldn’t go beyond that. If anything, it’s probably to impress the other boys.

He would only date someone he’s totally infatuated with. He would never commit to a relationship if he wasn’t 100% about you.

I don’t think clingy is the right word, but Soda would always try to plan little dates with you or at least try to spend some free time with you whenever possible.

Quality time and words of affirmation are the love languages he likes to receive, and he likes to give physical touch and gifts.

He lovesss giving you hugs and small kisses specifically on the tip of your nose, chin, and practically any spot that typically goes unnoticed.

The day Soda brought you home to meet his brothers, Ponyboy stood gawking. His mouth wide open, eyes glued to yours, he quite literally fell in love. I don’t mean romantically, I mean he was just in total adoration. I just think it’s so cute to imagine Ponyboy finding you to be the most beautiful girl (which he gets to see almost daily since you’re at his brother’s side 24/7.)

Since you’re a 2 in-1 for him and serve as a best friend and a lover, he sometimes forgets he can’t roughhouse with you like he typically does with the boys. Play-fighting goes crazyyyy.

He shares literally everything with you. Clothing, food, secrets - everything.

He has a picture of you above his side of the bed (Like what he did with Sandy ☹️❤️)

He lives for the soft moments when he can just kiss you and gently massage your back and not have to worry about anything else because he’s comforted in your presence.

Since he’s a dropout he’d probably ask Darry to pick you up from school on their way home from work. That way he gets to spend the evening with you or maybe invite you to stay over for dinner.

On weekends, he invites you to hang around the DX with him and kill time. He gets so sick of Steve after working the weekdays that he wants a change in company LMFAO

I feel like he just has so much love to give, so having one person (you) to give it all to is so relieving. Bonus points if you’d rather have him all over you 24/7 specifically because you KNOW how loving he is. He hates feeling like he’s bothering you or annoying you by giving you constant attention.

Late-night calls are so funny. He’ll try to whisper and not wake Darry and/or Ponyboy up but he ends up forgetting it’s literally two in the morning and starts talking normally.

He ends every call with “I love you, see you soon” because he’s one of those people who thinks ‘it’s not goodbye, it’s see you later,’ PLUS he probably already made plans to see you the next day anyway 😭

Even though he isn’t the brightest when it comes to the 4 core classes, he tries his best to write little love notes and cards for special occasions. Valentine’s Day, your birthday, religious holidays, etc. He asks Ponyboy to proofread it and then help him make it sound “more romantic” since he can’t spell for shit and has to use the most basic words.

“Happy Birthday! You are my favrit person to talk to. You are funny and nice. I can not wait to grow old with you. I hope we have a butiful fewture. I duhsire to keep you by my side. I have not known some one like you buhfore. I love you more than you will ever know. - XOXO Sodapop Curtis” LMFAO STOP

Since he can’t afford much, he usually offers himself for the day. I mean like he’ll offer his time and efforts for you. “We can do whatever you want, have whatever snacks you want, watch any movie you want. My birthday treat :)”

He loves going to small concerts with you (like super underground local artists that are affordable) and letting you sit on his shoulders to see the stage.

If you have a super feminine room just TRUST he’s so entertained with it. He’ll fidget with the teddy bear on your bed, smell every perfume you have, trace the flowers on the wallpaper - he’s INVESTED.

If you were treated badly in the past by a horrible ex he would make it his life mission to be better than them and prove himself to you.

He includes you at family events as if you were married. Thanksgiving? Already made a plate for you at the table. Ponyboy’s graduation? You’re sitting in the rows of chairs with a congratulations card and everything. Family game night? Soda already decided you’ll deal cards first. You’re like family to his brothers and like a spouse to him.

If you tell him you’re proud of him just one time he will never forget it. He wants to feel validated by someone who isn’t his family so then it doesn’t feel ‘forced’.

If he’s not complimenting you, he’s busy admiring you.

Soda would so go for a girl who reminds him of his mother 🥲🥲. I headcanon him to be a momma's boy, so looking for motherly traits as well as the same charm and love his mother had for him would be a top priority for him.

He quite literally never shuts up. He feels comfortable with you, so TMI doesn’t exist. He’ll talk and talk and talk until you shut him up with kisses. That’s like the only way to get him to stop. He knows what he’s doing too.

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING !!

- Sophia 🫶🏼

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gremlin-girly · 7 months ago

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Kinktober Day 8

Kink: primal / hunter x prey Pairing: Halsin x f!druid!reader Tags/warnings: SMUT, hunter/prey dynamics, ik bears don’t hunt deer but hey its for the plot, but what plot really?, being tracked/chased, no one stays as animals!!!, p in V, forest sex (just on the floor), biting(marking), doggy style, multiple orgasm, size kink if you squint

Summary: As a young druid you don’t heed the warnings of shifting to wildshape at night, believing that the animals in the wild forest would be easy to handle. But an encounter with a large brown bear sets in motion an unforgettable night under the tree canopy. Word Count: 1.7k

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

A/N: This is my first time writing this kink and yk Halsin works haha. Welcome to week 2 ig x Prev | Next | Masterlist

The woodland at night was always the most serene. What was once vibrant greens were hues of black, illuminated only by glowing mushrooms or the light of the moon.

Treading carefully thought the undergrowth, your new elongated neck whips around at the sound of a twig snapping in the distance. Your ears twitch fretfully, your large doe-eyes like saucers, scanning for more movement.

The elders had warned you about the dangers of shifting into wildshape at night. You hadn’t given it much credence because, well, you were you. You were one of the better druids of your grove, always looking to improve your magical abilities and – if what you’d read were correct – there was a particular herb you needed that only bloomed under the waxing moon that ordinary eyes just would not cut it. If you were being honest, you preferred to be in your wildshape. No elders to bother you as you sniffed, skipped and jumped through the undergrowth. No worries. No responsibility.

Another twig snap – closer this time. You flicked your tail.

You were at the awkward age of a half-elf; older than most of the children but still far younger than the elders for you to be taken seriously, despite your skill. The ripe old age of 46 years old. That angered you. Unable to break from the responsibility of babysitter made you do reckless things like this.

You sniffed the air tentatively, wet, black nose twitching hurriedly. The musky smell that followed wolves was non existent, which was a relief. Pack animals like that had a tendency to throw caution to the wind, and were harder to deal with when you were on your own.

You huff and look to the murky trail ahead. You wait a moment. Then another. You’re straining your ears but all you can hear is your own heart pounding. You still, standing like a statue amongst the rustle of trees in the wind.

There’s no sound.

Forests are not supposed to be quiet.

Immediately, you break into a leap; prancing wildly through the undergrowth as something growls – no roars – from behind you, giving chase. Your thin amble legs stumble over rocks and stumps – suddenly you feel like a doe was a ridiculous animal for wildshape as there are just too many legs as you frantically push yourself to your limit to get away from whatever was chasing you.

You can’t see through the darkness. You can only hear – and what you hear makes your hackles rise in terror. Guttural grunts and deep growls fill the crisp summer night, alongside the pounding of your heart and your wheezing as you try to catch your breath.

Whatever it is it’s fast. And large.

Suddenly the noise stops, the rhythmic pounding of heavy footfall gone. You stop again, turning, searching for any sign of what chased you. You’re met with darkness.

You sniff the air again, I haling deeply as you try to regain control of your breathing. This time you don’t smell nothing; there’s an earthy scent in the air, a little musky; somewhere between fresh water rivers and forest moss. If you could furrow your brows you would. That doesn’t smell like any animal you have encountered.

It’s a person.

But the thought comes too late. The large thing tackles you to the ground, and you scream – well bleat – in terror, flailing all four of your hooved feet wildly. One manages to connect with a snout of some kind, that growls and nips at you and two large clawed paws, pin your forelegs painfully either side of you.

You can’t dismiss wildshape fast enough, fear of being eaten alive ripping you from your panicked prey stupor and you ready a spell, calling out before you do;

“Stop! Stop! I’m a druid! I’m a friend!”

The animal seems to register your words, as the growling temporarily ceases, but a large wet nose is shoved into your neck, taking a deep breath. Moonlight cascades through the trees illuminating the creature before you as an abnormally large brown bear. The bear blinks down at you and you feel slightly embarrassed.

You are stark naked in the moonlight – you hated wearing clothes whilst gallivanting in wildshape, they had always felt too constricting. Now, you were realising maybe an outfit with a concealed knife would have been a lot more useful.

The bear chuckles but doesn’t release you. Instead, a golden light appears around it and the abnormally large bear transforms into an abnormally large elf, who also happened to be naked.

“you should always smell downwind,” his deep voice rumbles, his scarred handsome face smiling down at you, keeping you pinned with large, strong arms.

You suck in a breath. Oakfather preserve you, he was possibly the most beautiful elf you had ever seen; biceps as big as your head and with those scars? They complimented him as much as his chestnut brown hair. Your eyes wander and widen at the sight of his cock, making your legs squeeze together as you look up at him bashfully.

“I’ll try to keep it in mind.” You say quietly.

He smiles and seems rather smug that you were caught eyeing his form. He still doesn’t move away from you, instead he leans closer, looming over you.

“If you don’t, I may end up trying to eat you again,” he flirts shamelessly, making your body rush with heat.

“Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Which would you like it to be?"

"A promise." You breathe out, watching his face carefully. His body rumbles with a deep chuckle that sounds deliciously melodic and you wonder, briefly, if this is the Oakfather himself. He leans ever closer, his hair tickling the sides of your face, his lips millimetres from yours.

"Consider it promised," He murmurs against your lips. You are the one to initiate; leaning up to close that marginal distance between your lips in a hungry kiss. His grip on your wrists tightens as he growls deeply in response, pushing back against your lips with fervour. Once your head is against the ground again, his hands release your wrists and begin to wander. And you let them.

He's still kissing you, pressed against you in the moonlight with nothing but the trees and stars surrounding you, groping you, feeling your soft skin under his large hands as you mewl beneath him. He peppers kisses along your jaw to your throat, leaving small bruises in his wake as he teases at your wet folds. You gasp out and wrap your hands in his hair, pulling his thick neck down to your mouth with a snarl, marking him back. He curses into your ear and you feel his length twitch against your thigh.

"By Silvanus," He mutters thickly. "What kind of creature are you?"

You don't answer with words at first, instead hooking your legs over the angle of his hips and reaching between the tight space between you to grasp his cock and run it over the slick, wet heat of your folds. The hand that clutched a fistful of brown hair ensured he watched your face as you did this, so you could see the way he licked his lips with his eyes blown black with desire.

"Do you care?" You whisper.

"No." He responds, kissing you again. "I do not." You yelp when his strong arms flip you onto your front, facing away from him but you brace yourself against the forest floor with an excitable grin. Two large, surprisingly soft, hands find refuge on your hips and you feel the tip of his cock nudge at your entrance. You sigh contentedly as you push yourself backwards so the tip of his hard length can breach your aching cunt. You can feel him stiffen for a moment behind you but with a loud groan, he slowly pushes himself into you all the way to the hilt.

He doesn't need to wait for you to adjust to his sheer size, nor does he. As soon as his sac reaches your folds he's fucking you powerfully, so powerfully you'd have fallen onto your face in the dirt had his hands not held you in place. It doesn't take long for you to cum over his cock; the sheer size of him and the feeling of him ruining your cunt has you moaning loudly. And he his just as loud, if not louder, grunting and moaning with you, using your cunt to fuck himself senseless.

When you cum a second time, he changes his hold on you; one hand steadying a shoulder, the other circling your clit. The noises you make are entirely animalistic; howling and groaning in ecstasy.

"Oh, Gods-" You can barely huff the words out; you're voice is hoarse but the electric feeling brewing between your legs as your mind spinning.

"You are-" The elf pants between heavy thrusts, "ethereal. A gift carved by Silvanus himself."

You can feel your pussy clench at his words, and you would have cum from that alone, but the kisses peppered across your shoulders and neck make you cry out and gush over his cock. Your body relaxes into his large hands, struggle to stay upright after the fucking you're still receiving. His thrusts grow sloppier, but no less hard, and your whimpering and pleading to him to cum.

After a few more hard thrusts, tweaking your clit to make sure you cum one last time around his cock, he pulls out of you quickly with a groan and covers your ass and back with hot thick ropes of cum. You're both panting, and whilst your slumped in a pile, covered in sweat and cum; the elf looks as if he's just completed a light jog. He looks down at you with a pretty grin, and your chest and cunt flutter in response.

"Are you alright? I apologise if I was too much." He looks almost embarassed, but you detect there is some smugness hidden beneath it. He knows he's good.

"Better than alright." You sigh dreamily, barely managing to sit back onto your legs. You twist to offer him a hand with a cheeky smile. "Y/N."

"Halsin." He chuckles, shaking your hand gently. You recognise his name immediately and try not to let the recognition show on your face. "I don't suppose you would know where I could find a druid camp, by any chance?"

Now you chuckle, a smirk spreading across your face. "I know exactly where you could find one."

You couldn't wait to bring the Archdruid Halsin back to your camp; you're sure your conquest would be enough to prove yourself in the eyes of the elders, herb or no herb. And perhaps, he would let you travel with him. Just for a little while, anyway....

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yuikomorii · 8 months ago

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Ayayui date♡

// I'm not sure why, but I suddenly got a burst of creativity. There's no special occasion for this post; it was really just an excuse to edit Yui in my favorite Princess Collection outfit. I like how the merch line was released right on Ayato’s birthday, so I really wanted to see an Ayayui date in those outfits! 😌💕

I was in the mood to write a special scenario again. You just have to click on ‘Keep reading’ to find it. This one is set after the LE events, particularly after the After Story, so I hope you enjoy it! ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

Ayato: Haa… finally!

After all this time, I’ve managed to sort out every single problem in the Demon World.

Geez, I’m gladly taking a break!

( Ever since I became king, I’ve been buried in an endless pile of documents—so many that I’ve grown sick just being in that place. Things seem to be getting better in the Demon World, though I’d lie to say it’s perfectly stable. )

( Well, whatever. I shouldn’t bother too much about that… for now. )

( Right now, all I can think about is her. Ugh, these stupid king duties have kept us apart for way too long. I’m sure she must’ve felt really lonely, huh…? )

( Damn it! That was never my intention, but I know it must be boring as hell to be stuck in the castle all day by yourself. )

( That’s why, I’m definitely going to make it up to her today and take her somewhere nice~! )

Place: Their room

Ayato: Chi-chi-na-shi, guess who’s ba—

( Hah!? She’s not here? )

Oi, Yui!

( She’s still not answering? )

Yui, where are yo—

???: Ayato-kun..!

— hugs his back —

Ayato: What the—!

Yui: Fufu, sorry for taking you off guard. I was just thrilled to see Ayato-kun again!

Ayato: Geez, next time I call you, answer me, understood? You’re still in the Demon World, anything could happen when no one’s around, y’know?

Yui: Ah… I’m sorry for being careless. I hope I didn’t make you worry…

Ayato: No need to sulk now. What matters the most is that you’re alright.

Now… about the thing you’re wearing. Where the heck did you even get it from? It’s the first time I’ve seen you in it.

Yui: Oh, actually I bought it last time we went shopping together. You see… I didn’t show it to you back then because I wanted it to be a surprise, but uuh… does it not suit me?

Ayato: Haa… normally, when a woman wants to surprise her man, she wears lingerie or something sexy, but I’ll forgive you this time. Why? Because you look hella cute in that, can’t deny.

— Yui blushes —

Yui: Ayato-kun… thank you! I’m really happy…!

Ayato: ( Is she seriously almost on the verge of tears for that? )

C-C’mon, don’t get all emotional over every little thing. The date hasn’t even started yet! You really want people to see you with red eyes and puffy cheeks outside?

— Yui shakes head —

Ayato: Good, now let’s go!

— He takes her hand —

Place: Kaminashi City

Ayato: Can’t believe I’m gonna say this but I somehow missed this place.

Yui: Is that so? I thought Ayato-kun didn’t like the Human World.

Ayato: I don’t mind either of them, but right now I’m sick of the Demon World. If I see one more document, I will end up throwing up on the spot.

Yui: Ayato-kun…

( That’s right, he’s been working a lot ever since he became king. I’m sure it must truly be tiring spending days in front of all those documents. )

I’m glad you put a lot of effort in your role, but take it easy, okay? I can’t do much in this situation, yet… If you ever need help, I want to be there to support you!

Ayato: Hmm… anyway. I’m not here to talk about work again. I just want us to enjoy some time together for once.

Yui: ( Ayato-kun really sounds exhausted… He’s matured so much these past few months, which isn’t bad, but I just wish he could relax a little. )

Then, let’s make the best of this day!

— tugs onto his arm and starts walking —

*Timeskip*

Yui: Haa… it’s way better outside.

( Ayato-kun is still waiting to pay for our things, but it was way too hot in that store, so he told me to get some fresh air. )

( Now that I think about it, vampires are always cold, so I doubt the heat bothers him as much as it does me, right? Even so, seeing him care about my comfort makes me really happy. )

— warm breeze hits —

Yui: Mm… so ni—

— something suddenly hits her —

Yui: Kyah! What on earth was that!?

Eh? That’s—

Familiar: Greetings. Pardon my interruption, but could it be that you are Komori Yui-sama?

Yui: ( ‘Sama’? Uuh… I feel like that’s an exaggeration. )

Yes, I am. Did anything happen…?

Familiar: Rest assured, there is no need for alarm. My purpose here is simply to entrust this to your care. Unable to find Ayato-sama, I must rely on you to deliver him this letter.

— Yui takes it —

Yui: But, what’s this letter about?

If it’s possible to tell, of course.

Familiar: In essence, a new set of documents has been prepared for Ayato-sama. Please inform him at your earliest convenience, as his return is eagerly anticipated.

Yui: Wait! Does it mean that he really has to return now—!

( Oh no! The familiar is already gone! )

( To think that Ayato-kun was finally starting to relax again… )

( All this letter will do is ruin his day, that’s for sure. )

( But at the same time, not showing it to him… that would undoubtedly get him in troubles. )

( Uuh… This situation is so complicated. What should I do…? )

Ayato: Chichinashi!!!

Yui: ….!

— suddenly hides the letter —

A-Ah, Ayato-kun, you’re back!

Ayato: Duh, and I kept calling your name but it seems you only answer to Chi-chi-na-shi~.

— He starts pinching her cheeks —

Yui: Whey dwont, staphh!

Ayato: Hehe, that’s what you get for spacing out and ignoring me.

Anyway, you weren’t approached by any creeps, were you?

Yui: N-No, not at all!

Ayato: Hmm… that doesn’t sound too honest. Are you lying?

Yui: No way! I… I’m just hungry and my stomach won’t stop growling, which is really embarrassing…

Ayato: Haa… you never change. Always getting embarrassed over everything, but no worries, I didn’t hear anything. Though, if you’re really that hungry, I guess we could get something to eat.

Yui: Y-Yeah, that sounds great!

* Timeskip *

Yui: ( After the restaurant, we went to the mall, then back to the center. Ayato-kun… we walked a lot today, but instead of getting tired, he just got more and more energetic. )

( I suppose he was really in need of this break, so maybe hiding that letter wasn’t entirely bad, no…? Still, I’ll have to give it to him today, otherwise I’ll surely put him at risk… )

Ayato: Oi Yui, look!

Yui: W-Woah! I’ve never seen such big Takoyaki before!

Ayato: Heh, right? It’s even bigger than the ones from the Demon World!

Also, Ore-sama got you this, so I better see you eat it all.

Yui: Eh-? This is such a big donut! T-There’s no way I could eat all of it!

Ayato: So you’re refusing my donut? You’re way too ungrateful for a Chichinashi. Well, in that case, I guess you don’t need it any—

Yui: No, no, the donut is good!

— starts eating it —

Come to think of it, today you’ve spoiled me quite a lot, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: And why would that be bad? I thought women liked that.

Yui: It’s not bad, but I really didn’t do anything special. You’re the one who’s been working all day and night, for this reason I believe you deserve this treatment more.

Ayato: Haa… getting all self-conscious, just like always.

Look, you know I’m not good at sentimental shit, but after everything we’ve been through, your presence is special enough for me.

I guess I just want to cherish you, that’s all.

Yui: Ayato-kun… I feel the——

A-Ah, oh no!

( The chocolate… it melted on my hand! )

I-I’m sorry, I’ll be right back!

— tries to stand up —

Ayato: Nah, nah. C’mere.

— grabs her and sits her on his lap —

Yui: Wait, don’t!

— he starts licking her hand —

Yui: A-Ayato-kun, stop it! We’re in public…!

Ayato: Mnn… Mm…

— slowly bites —

Yui: Uuh…

( At this rate, people will definitely start watching!)

— starts moving —

Ayato: Tch, you’re making this way too hard for both! Just stay still and stop acting like I’m about to kill you!

Yui: ( I know his intentions aren’t bad, but this is getting too embarrassing…! )

( I’m sorry, Ayato-kun! )

— tries to push him away but falls down —

Yui: Oww…

Ayato: ( Geez, what a klutz. )

Haa… are you hurt?

— grabs her arm and picks her up —

Yui: Ah, I’m alright, no worries.

Ayato: Oi.

What’s that?

— picks something up —

Yui: ….!

Ayato: Is that… a letter for me?

— starts reading it —

You… you had it all this time with you and didn’t say a word?!

Yui: I… I can explain!

You see, I thought—

Ayato: Shut up!

Do you even have the slightest clue about what you just did!? I seriously doubt you understand how important king duties are, do you?

Hah, of course, you don’t! Why would you?

You sit around doing absolutely nothing all day while I’m working my ass off to make sure you and everyone else can live comfortably!

I’m out here putting in the effort, grinding to create a decent life, not just for you, but for everyone, even if I didn’t ask for this shit. And you do this to me!?

I thought you matured too, but at the end of the day, you’re nothing but a selfish bitch!

Yui: Wait! Ayato-ku—

Ayato: Don’t touch me!

Yui: …!

Please, listen to me!

— grabs his clothes —

Ayato: Quiet! I’m not risking to go through that again only because of someone like you. Get lost!

— pushes her away and leaves —

Yui: …!

No… No… this can’t be the end…

How… How could I be this stupid…? Hhn… Ngh…

Kuh… Ayato-kun.. Nhn…

Place: Avenue

Ayato: (Fuck! I can’t return to the Demon World right now. )

( On top of that, why the hell am I the one feeling guilty now!? )

( She… Yes, she deserved that treatment. That’s what she gets for sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Besides, what she did could lead to something dangerous. )

( It’s not the first time she pulls such shit on me anyway, but… )

( Why can’t I stay mad at her no matter what she does to me…? )

Tch, such bullsh— Hah?

Guy 1: Aww, she’s playing hard to get~!

Guy 2: Aren’t you a bit too feisty for a crybaby?

???: S-Stop it! Leave me alone!

Ayato: …!

( That voice… Yui! )

Place: Alley

Yui: I-I told you to stop!

Guy 1: Just come with us, it’ll be fun~.

Yui: No, I don’t want to!

Guy 2: She keeps struggling, isn’t she cu——

— gets punched —

Guy 1: What the—

Guy 2: Such strength!

Yui: Eh?

Ayato: Get out of my sight, you bastards! If you don’t leave this girl alone right now, I’ll make sure your already disgusting faces get even worse!

— they start running away —

Yui: Ayato-kun… thank you!

( He came back for me… )

Ayato: ….

— grabs her hand and starts walking —

*Timeskip*

Yui: ( Ever since Ayato-kun saved me, he hasn’t spoken a word. )

( It’s obvious that he’s mad… )

( But if both of us keep quiet, this conflict will never be solved… )

Ayato & Yui simultaneously: I’m sorry.

Yui: ( Eh? Did he just— )

No… I’m the one who should apologize. I hid that letter, knowing full well the consequences it could have.

However… I only did it because I wanted Ayato-kun to have some free time for himself too.

Ayato: You…

Yui: I’m aware of how much work you have to do, and being king is definitely not easy. That’s why, I really admire your for that.

Nevertheless, it saddens me seeing Ayato-kun so stressed out and exhausted. I want Ayato-kun to be always as energetic and cheerful as he was today, but… I do realize that I’m just being selfish.

Ayato: No… You… You’re not selfish, I am.

I was the one who didn’t listen to your side of the story. It’s just... I’m afraid of failing as king. There, I said it!

I don’t want to put the people I care for in danger, nor can’t I accept being a worse king than that old fart, so all I have to do is carry out my duties. Hell yeah, they’re a pain in the ass but that’s my responsibility now, which is why I can’t back off.

Yui: ( Ayato-kun… I never thought you felt that way… )

N-no, the way you reacted was understandable. Anyone under that much stress might have done the same, and I can’t blame you for it.

Besides, I can’t say your words were wrong. I am indeed incapable of fully understanding the challenges you face, however… no matter what happens, I want you to know that you’ll always be the best king to me…!

Ayato: …!

Heh… you really never change.

— hugs her—

Yui: W-Well, I suppose I can’t change if I do nothing all day.

Ayato: Hmph, are you throwing shade at me for what I told you?

Yui: Eh? No way, it was just a coincidence! I swear!

Ayato: Pfft, proved my point. You'll forever stay the clumsy, stupid, and oddly adorable woman that you are.

Yui: Hey, that’s backhan— Mm…!

Ayato: Nn…

Yui: ( Ayato-kun… his kiss is so gentle… )

( I really missed Ayato-kun’s kisses. I’m so happy…! )

Ayato: Oi, don’t tell me you’re about to cry again.

Yui: I’m not but…

I just want to know, will the letter get Ayato-kun in troubles…?

Ayato: I might get some weird looks for not showing up on time, and maybe a lecture or two, but it shouldn’t be too bad. I was supposed to start on them today since there’s a lot, but... I think I’d rather spend my time with my girl instead.

Yui: Is that so? Thank you.

But doesn't that mean you'll have to work even harder to make up for today?

Ayato: I guess it can’t be helped. I don’t want to think of tomorrow, all I want is to focus on the present.

Yui: Fufu, I see. By the way…

Will you uhm… stay overnight too?

Ayato: Heh~? Is that supposed to be a sex invitation?

Yui: I… T-That’s—!

Ayato: Heh~, don’t even try to get out of it, it’s written all over your face.

Rest assured though, the invitation is accepted~.

— Smooch —

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crackedpumpkin · 2 months ago

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a/n: this is shamefully not my best work but sorry for the late updates, life has been super shitty lately and I've been trying my best but being rejected from jobs and figuring out my own things has been a tough journey. i promise i'm writing as much as i can though! i still love writing my fics and all but haven't had enough spoons lately to do so. either way i still hope you guys enjoy this chapter, the next one's going to be her dad's birthday dinner 👀

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He’s an hour early.

Cole checks the time on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. He glances at the closed apartment door, pondering whether it’d be wise to just head upstairs and knock. He grins. You’d probably open the door in ratty pyjamas after having just woken up, frowning at the sight of him all dressed and ready to go. It’s not like you could simply turn him away either, you’re on too good terms with him for that.

Well, he hopes you’re on good terms at least. Though judging from the baffling number of tiny dildos you’d planted all around his room and belongings, he’s pretty sure you’ve had your fill of revenge.

Seriously though, the moment he saw the small glittery dildos in his shower gel, he knew he was fucked. It’d taken him ages to compile and discard an absurd amount, yet he was still finding them in jean pockets and somehow, in his computer. (He made a mental note to buy a new lock for his bedroom door.)

Still, he can’t help but look forward to today. He’d been preparing, armed with a collective of more girlfriend jokes you’d definitely scowl at.

The thought makes him grin.

He’d wait in his car, but he brought along his public transport pass for once and he was looking forward to sitting in the bus, letting someone else drive. It made a nice change from flying on Rocky.

Now, he’s patiently waiting at the carpark. He wasn’t avoiding the security on purpose, but it’s difficult to explain why he’s lounging around. Besides, he wasn’t in uniform either which would make everything thrice as hard.

He’s mid-performance, silently lip-synching to Rocket Man when he hears a clattering sound that echoes through the quiet. A brief, irritated exhale, then the sound of someone bending down to pick the dropped items up.

He peeks around the corner with bated breath, praying it’s not a thief he’d have to arrest on this peaceful, quiet day. Fortunately, it’s just a random woman whose exasperation is evident on her face. Her arms are full of grocery bags, one of which had ripped at the bottom. Cans of tuna and packets of vegetables litter the ground, making it difficult for her to bend down and reach with her hands occupied, holding her wallet and keys.

Cole makes his way over quickly, reaching down and picking up the scattered items with ease. “Here you go,” he says nonchalantly, looking around for any extra bags she might have before deciding that it’d be better to keep holding onto them.

“Thank you,” she says in relief. “My husband already went back upstairs. Could you help me carry them back to my house? It’s only a few floors up. I don’t have an extra bag and, well…” She gestures helplessly to the items in her arms.

“It’s no problem. I’m just waiting for my girlfriend so I can spare a moment.”

With his confirmation, she smiles. “Thank you, young man. What’s your name?” She starts heading to the lift with him following faithfully.

“It’s Cole,” he answers easily, shifting the weight of the groceries in his arms as he follows her to the lift.

“Well, thank you for helping me, Cole. You’re a very nice man. I’m sure your soulmate is just as great as you are.”

He swears his neck is just warm from the sun. He has been standing outside for a while, after all. “She sure is.”

The lady hums knowingly, stepping into the lift as the doors slide open. “She must be something special, huh? By the way, you can just call me Emily.”

“Nice to meet you, Emily.” Cole grins. “Oh, she’s a real treat,” he continues with an eye roll, voice laced with sarcasm. “Has a terrible sense of humour, by the way.”

“Oh?” Emily glances at him, intrigue written all over her face.

“Yeah, she–” Cole stops himself short. He could tell this stranger about your frequent hangouts and bets. How you somehow managed to sneak tiny glittery dildos into everything he owns. How he’s still finding them in the most inconvenient places. But that might be too much information for someone he’s just met.

“She’s… resourceful,” he settles on instead. “Gets away with a lot more than she should.”

Emily chuckles. “Sounds like your soulmate keeps you on your toes.”

“You have no idea.”

The lift dings and Cole watches as Emily shifts the groceries in her arms to press a button. His gaze flickers to the illuminated number.

Your floor.

He blinks.

Probably just a coincidence.

“So, what about you?” he asks, brushing the thought aside. “You mentioned your husband. He leaves you to carry all this by yourself?” He lifts the bags a little for emphasis.

Emily sighs, shaking her head with a small laugh. “He said he forgot something and had to run back upstairs. I told him I could handle it, but clearly, I underestimated my own planning skills.”

Cole grins. “Happens to the best of us.”

“Oh, don’t I know it.” She tilts her head. “So, you said you were waiting for your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, she–” Cole hesitates for half a second, suddenly aware of how easily he was falling into conversation. “Uh, she lives in this building.”

Emily nods. “Small world, then.”

The doors slide open, and Cole steps aside to let her exit first. He follows her out, still holding onto the bags.

“So, where am I dropping these off?” he asks, glancing down the hallway.

Emily shifts her grip on her keys, giving him a warm smile. “Oh, just a little further down. Right over here.”

But Cole barely hears her. Because at that exact moment, his eyes catch on a very familiar door.

Your door.

And Emily?

She’s sliding her key into the lock.

…Fuck me.

— — — — —

At the tender age of four, your worst nightmare was probably getting eaten alive by a pigeon. At ten years old, your mother finally convinced you that your worst nightmare would be being bitten by a werewolf.

Most recently, it’s was being thrust into a huge party on a boat where you know absolutely no one yet all their attention is on you. Also, you would be wearing the world’s ugliest outfit known to mankind.

None of that measured up to the sight of Cole peeking out from behind the bags of groceries at your goddamn front door, pure shock written all over his face as your name fell from his lips.

You freeze.

You were already tying your shoelaces, fully prepared to head downstairs and wait for him (not that you’d ever admit it though). But now, he’s here, standing in your doorway, carrying someone else’s groceries like it’s a normal Monday morning for him.

More importantly, Emily’s groceries.

“Wait—” You shake your head, grasping at logic like it’s a slippery fish, except this fish isn’t a fish, just pure, unadulterated bafflement. “What—? Why—?”

Cole attempts a half-wave. “...Mornin’.”

Your eyes flicker over him instinctively, taking in his outfit — dark jeans, a plain black shirt that fits him unfairly well, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Focus. Forget about how good he looks right now. The real problem is that he’s here. He’s here with Emily, of all people.

Your blood boils.

Emily, on the other hand, gasps, her face lighting up with realization. “Oh! You’re Cole’s girlfriend?”

A full-body shudder rips through you. “Excuse me?”

But Emily isn’t paying attention, her eyes darting between you both with a knowing smile. “I knew you’d find your soulmate one day.”

Your mouth drops open. If you accepted the hallucination in front of your eyes as reality, then maybe the buffering in your brain would finally stop.

Cole audibly chokes. “I beg your pardon?”

“Do come in,” Emily urges, stepping aside as Cole, still visibly stunned, automatically steps into the apartment. He only realizes his mistake when he locks eyes with you again.

You narrow your eyes. Your entire stance radiates irritation. Cole, for all his bravado, tenses under the intensity of your gaze, his hand tightening around a can of tuna as if it’s a lifeline.

Get out, you think, mentally willing him toward the exit. Turn around. Leave. Pretend none of this ever happened.

Your annoyance is palpable, enough for Emily to hesitate. Of all the people in this freaking city, why did he have to be here with her? And how the fuck were you supposed to explain this to—

“What’s all this commotion about?”

Oooooof course.

Whether by pure coincidence or the universe just decided to hurl all it’s got at you, your dad steps out of his room and into the living room, arms crossed as he surveys the scene. His eyes flick to Emily first, then to Cole, and then finally to you.

Emily brightens. “Oh! This kind young man helped me carry the groceries up. And guess what?” She gestures between you and Cole. “He’s actually her soulmate.” Her words trail off at the end when she notices the way your hands curl into fists at your side, and the way Cole is very evidently inching closer to the door by the second.

If there were ever a moment to simply cease existing, this would be it.

Your father’s brow lifts slightly, his gaze sliding to Cole, who is suddenly looking very, very invested in the nearest inanimate object. You don’t blame him.

Meanwhile, you? You are this close to spontaneously combusting.

This was not how you wanted your dad to find out. Not through Emily, not through a chance encounter, and definitely not when you had been actively avoiding the topic altogether.

You straighten your spine, clearing your throat in a poor attempt to dispel the growing tension. “Right. Well. Thanks, Cole, for your kind gesture.” You shoot him a pointed look that practically screams leave before I throw you out myself.

Emily frowns, glancing at him. “You should stay for a bit, have some tea before you leave.”

You inhale sharply through your nose.

Cole, in a rare moment of self-preservation, hesitates, eyeing you warily like he’s navigating a minefield. “I’m…I’m good. I wouldn’t want to waste your time.”

“So.” Your dad takes a few steps forward, clearly sizing him up with a quick scan. The frown on his face doesn’t leave. “You’re my daughter’s soulmate. What makes you qualified–”

You resist the urge to slam your head against the nearest surface. “Nope. We have to leave now. Gotta pick up your birthday cake and all!” You grab the remaining items from Cole’s arms and place them on the floor, grab his wrist and drag him out of the door faster than your dad can react.

After the door clicks shut, you grab the keys from your pocket and lock it quickly just in case.

Cole exhales beside you, shaking his head like he’s just barely avoided being flattened by a boulder. “Wow. Your dad’s intense.”

You shoot him a withering glare. “You think?”

Without waiting for a response, you stomp toward the elevator, jabbing at the call button with more force than necessary. The doors slide open almost immediately, and you step inside, your hold on his wrist meaning that he was basically dragged inside.

He hesitates for a split second, probably sensing the impending storm and how bad he fucked up. The second the doors slide shut, trapping you both in the small space, you turn to him, fury simmering just beneath the surface.

“You—”

But before you can get another word out, Cole’s fingers suddenly intertwine with yours, his grip warm and steady. Your brain short-circuits as he lifts your hand and, with a quick, effortless motion, presses a light kiss to your knuckles.

You freeze (again).

The thoughts that’d been running wild in your head buffer, mangled up somewhere between huh?, what the hell just happened?, and how’re his lips so soft?

The elevator hums quietly.

Cole, for his part, at least has the decency to look slightly sheepish when he meets your wide-eyed stare. He laughs nervously, still holding your hand. “Before you get mad at me, I just wanted to help a struggling civilian carry her groceries back to her apartment. I swear I had no idea she was your…stepmom?”

You blink. Once. Twice.

Then, with all the eloquence of a dying duck, you manage, “What the actual fuck?”

Cole lets out a low chuckle, his thumb briefly brushing over your knuckles before he finally releases your hand, stuffing both of his into his pockets. “So that is the right term?”

You sigh, running a hand (the unkissed one) down your face as you try to regain some semblance of composure. “Yeah,” you mutter, still reeling from the fact that he just. Just did that. “She married my dad last year.”

He hums, tilting his head slightly. “Huh. That’s…unexpected.”

“You’re telling me,” you grumble, pressing your back against the elevator wall. The lingering sensation of his lips on your skin refuses to dissipate, and you hate that your heart is still beating just a little too fast.

Cole leans beside you, carefully watching. “So…you’re not gonna murder me?”

Humming, you cast your gaze to the ground, observing how clean your white sneakers are in the dim light. “Not today, Brookstone.”

“Good.” He grins, capturing your hand in his once more. Before you can protest, he gently tugs you out of the lift when the doors open, subtly nodding in the direction of the apartment building hallways. “They can still see us from there.”

Begrudgingly, you allow it, following him to the bus stop. The bus arrives just as you reach, and he lets go of your hand to grab the bus pass from his pocket. You stare at it for a moment. “Are you boarding or not?” The bus driver yells, snapping you out of it. Quickly, you grab your own bus pass and tap it against the card reader, scanning the bus for seats before spotting Cole already having grabbed some near the exit doors.

Sliding into the seat next to him, you let out a slow breath, resting your hands on your lap. The bus jerks forward, and for the first time since stepping into your apartment, you allow yourself to simply breathe. No Emily. No Dad. No soulmate stuff. Just a mostly empty bus and the guy who caused this entire mess in the first place.

Cole nudges your knee with his. “So… your stepmom, huh?”

You side-eye him. “Yes, Cole, that’s generally what you call someone who marries your dad.”

“Right, right,” he says, nodding, then hesitates. “And, uh… your mom?”

“Oh, she’s just travelling right now.” You turn to him fully, raising a brow at his suddenly cautious expression. “Why? Did you think she was dead or something?”

Cole shifts, looking mildly uncomfortable. “No.” A beat. “Okay, yeah.”

You blink. “Seriously?”

He throws his hands up, his voice defensive. “Look, in my defense, you’re super vague about your family! Like, aggressively so.”

“I am not aggressively vague.”

Cole gives you a pointed look. “One time, Kai asked if you had siblings, and you said, ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’”

You huff, crossing your arms. “That’s just being mysterious.”

“That’s being suspicious.”

You roll your eyes, leaning your head back against the seat. “Well, congratulations, detective. My mom’s alive. She’s just off being a wanderer right now. Last I checked, she was suntanning on a beach somewhere.”

Cole exhales dramatically, slumping back in his seat. “That’s a relief. For a second, I thought I had to prepare an ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ speech.”

You snort. “And how would that have gone?”

He straightens, clasping his hands together like he’s about to deliver a solemn eulogy. “My dearly beloved girlfriend, I’m so sorry for your loss. Your mother raised a truly terrifying and occasionally charming individual. I’m sure she would be–"

“Oh my God, shut the fuck up.” You punch his arm lightly, biting back a laugh as he grins triumphantly.

The bus slows to a stop, and Cole rises first, offering you a hand with an easy smile. “Come on, terrifying and occasionally charming. Let’s get that cake.”

You hesitate for half a second before taking it, letting him pull you up.

It’s just because you need to get off the bus quickly. Nothing more.

The walk to the bakery is shorter than you expect, making a quick stop by the supermarket for Cole’s protein powder. The door jingles as it opens to signal your arrival. It smells just as heavenly as the last time you stopped by, with cinnamon sugar in the air and the sight of all the luscious pastries in their respective casings making your stomach growl.

“Calm down, we haven’t even picked up the cake yet.” You shove Cole away, his breath tickling your ear. He laughs, wandering to the counter where a different girl from last time is. He greets her cheerfully, leaning against the counter with a sense of ease.

Bile rises in your throat. Shoving it down, you ignore the sight and turn to the tarts. The jam filling is glossy and rich, the surrounding crust the right amount of flaky. It’s difficult to not commit theft right then and there.

Surely they wouldn’t miss just one–

“You’re here!”

Papa’s booming voice shakes you out of your pastry theft contemplation. You barely have time to react before the older man steps out from the doors that lead to the back kitchen, his apron dusted with flour and a broad grin spreading across his face.

“It is good to see you again,” he greets warmly, eyes twinkling as he takes in the way your gaze lingers on the tarts. “Come, come, no need to stare. Here.”

Before you can even protest, he reaches into the glass casing, plucks out a strawberry tart with practiced ease, and places it into a napkin before pressing it into your hand.

Your stomach growls again. Traitor. “Oh. Well. I can’t say no now.”

Papa chuckles. “You could, but you won’t.”

He’s not wrong. You waste no time sinking your teeth into the pastry, the burst of sweet jam and buttery crust making you hum in satisfaction. Just as you’re savoring it, Cole finally catches up, stuffing his wallet back into his pocket.

“Papa, you’re gonna spoil her.”

“Bah! You say this as if you are not any worse.” Papa crosses his arms with an exaggerated huff, though the mirth in his expression betrays him. “Always giving and never asking. Eve missed her tutor, you know.”

You blink mid-chew. “Who?”

“My granddaughter,” Papa explains, gesturing towards the girl Cole was talking to earlier. She grins back and waves, her dark curls tied back with a red ribbon. You wave back awkwardly. “She was sad you stopped visiting so much, but now that she has been accepted into the school of her choice, I told her she must work hard just like you taught her.”

You glance at Cole, who scratches the back of his neck, looking almost bashful. “I just helped her with some stuff,” he says, shrugging. “Papa’s always generous with me, so I figured I’d return the favor.”

The unexpected sense of relief that washes over you is… odd.

Shoving the feeling aside, you take another bite of the tart. “So, what you’re saying is, you secretly have a soft side.”

Cole scoffs. “What? No.”

Papa snorts, clapping a hand on Cole’s shoulder. “He does. A very big one.”

He groans. “Why do I come here?”

You smirk. “For the free food, obviously.”

“As if.” He rolls his eyes, lips curving into a grin.

Shrugging, you demolish the rest of the tart in a single bite. “You’re just jealous I’m his favourite.” His hand catches you by surprise, having reached up and casually wiped off some strawberry filling that had somehow gotten onto your cheek. The act is so familiar, your body automatically responding to it by tilting your head toward him.

When he draws his hand back and wipes it on the napkin you hand to him, your eyes meet Papa’s. You stiffen, glancing from his very entertained expression to Cole who’s about to grab the napkin.

Mortified, you instinctively, shove the napkin into Cole’s face, the latter letting out a muffled screech. You probably poked his nostril or something. Retracting your hand and ignoring the very hostile glare he directs your way as he cleans his finger, you clear your throat. “So, the cake I’m here to pick up…?”

Papa blinks. Then, a smile spreads across his face. “Of course! This way, let me take it out for you.” He heads to the counter and reaches below, pulling out a large box that has a simple ribbon tied on top. “As you requested, dark chocolate with hazelnut and strawberry filling, with whipped cream on top.”

He opens the side slot, revealing a beautifully decorated square cake, swirls and piped blobs lining the edges. Even after demolishing the strawberry tart, your stomach rumbles at the sight.

“It looks amazing,” you say in awe, barely resisting the urge to make up an excuse just to taste-test a slice.

“You’re sweaty.”

Cole’s grumble makes you pause mid-stare. You blink at him in bewilderment. He still looks offended from the napkin assault, but was that really the best insult he could come up with?

“At least the cake isn’t,” you shoot back, handing Papa a nod of approval. He grins and wraps the cake back up before handing it over with a proud smile.

The door shuts behind you with a soft jingle. As you juggle the cake and your bag, your phone buzzes with a notification. Reaching for it turns out to be a struggle, and after a few seconds of flailing like a fool, Cole grins and steadies your elbow, plucking the phone from your bag with his free hand.

Sighing in defeat, you readjust your grip. “I haven’t changed my password. Who is it? If it’s another spam text, I’m staging a rebellion.”

Cole doesn’t answer right away. When the silence stretches too long, you glance at him, catching the wary expression on his face.

“It’s not spam, but…” He trails off and turns the screen toward you.

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“I’m going to kill myself.”

Cole chuckles and smoothly takes the cake box from your hands. “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch. You haven’t even told them about me?”

“Why would I?” You frown, but something about the way his smile falters makes your stomach twist. “I don’t really talk about my soulmate with them. You met my dad, didn’t you?”

The words slip out before you can stop them, your voice coming out lighter than you feel. “Besides, anything to do with my love life is off limits. I’m not about to go shouting from the rooftops that my soulmate is the Earth Ninja, thank you very much.”

Cole’s fingers tighten around your phone for half a second before he hands it back, his usual easy-going expression dimming just a fraction. “Right. Guess that makes sense.”

You frown, tucking the phone away. “You sound weird.”

“You sound weird.”

“I know you are, but what am I?”

He exhales sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair. “I just figured you would’ve mentioned me at some point.”

“I did.”

His gaze flicks to yours. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say lightly, shifting the cake box to one arm. “I told my dad you’re an idiot. Obviously it was more in the context of the friends I’ve made recently, not so much towards the entire–” you motion to the both of you, “this.”

Cole snorts. “Oh, great. That’s exactly what I was hoping for. Bet he’s super excited to meet me now.”

“He already met you.” You flash a grin. “And miraculously, you’re still standing. Of course it’s thanks to me, whom you should definitely buy a treat for, considering I risked my life.”

His lips twitch, but the humor doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I mean, I just thought–” He pauses, scratching at his jaw. “I dunno. You always talk about how Emily’s constantly trying to talk to you, so I figured she would’ve pried something out of you.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, she tried. But the thing is…” You hesitate, the words thick on your tongue. Then, because something in you knows he won’t drop it, you force them out. “I don’t really like talking about soulmates.”

Cole tilts his head slightly, curiosity breaking through whatever disappointment still lingers. “Why?”

You chew on your lip. “I just… never really thought about having one. Not seriously, anyway.” You vaguely remember having this brief conversation before, but never once did you really delve into the nitty gritty details with him. Not that you wanted to.

He raises a brow. “Didn’t think about it? Or didn’t want to?”

You huff. “Does it matter?”

“Kinda.”

You glance away, watching a couple walk by, arms slung loosely around each other. “Most people find their soulmates early. Before sixteen, that’s the norm. So when I never did, I just figured–” You make a vague motion with your hand. “I dunno. That I wasn’t meant to have one. That maybe it just… wasn’t in the cards for me.”

Cole stays quiet, watching you carefully.

“It’s not a big deal,” you add quickly, feeling too exposed. “It’s just with everything that happened with dad and mum, maybe it’s easier off not having one. And she was fine. So I just assumed I’d be the same way.”

The admission settles between you. It feels odd saying it out loud, something you never meant to give shape to.

Cole, thankfully, doesn’t jump in with some I’m sorry or But I can fix you type of shenanigans which would have definitely gotten him a well-deserved punch. He simply studies you for a moment before nudging your arm. “And now?”

You sigh dramatically. “Now I have to deal with you.”

His grin returns, slow and lopsided. “Tragic.”

“The absolute worst.”

He lets the conversation breathe for a second before he speaks again, quieter this time. “So, is that why you didn’t say anything? To your dad and Emily?”

You shift, gripping the cake box a little tighter. “I just… wasn’t ready.”

Cole doesn’t say anything at first. Then, he exhales and gives you a half-smirk. “Guess I’ll have to work extra hard to make you proud to be soulmates with me.”

You snort. “That is so not the takeaway from this conversation.”

“Oh, it definitely is.”

You groan, rolling your eyes as you start walking. “I hate you.”

“Eh,” he grins, easily falling into step beside you. “I can live with that.”

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