#i could not wait i tried i just had to share it

[nats--sw]

Gold chain (pt4) | Leah Williamson

You and Leah finally met up again, nerves and laughter mixing as you both tried to hide how excited you were. warnings: just fluff and slow burn pt1 pt3 my masterlist

Leah had been glued to her phone all morning and part of the afternoon. She’d gotten used to it over the past few days, anxiously waiting for a message or call from you. The last interaction had been the previous night, when Leah tried calling you a couple of times after hearing about your elimination at Berlin. She hadn't been successful; you had rejected all the calls. Even though you were a bit calmer by then,  you didn't want to feel or hear Leah's sympathy. Not yet.

At least you left her a goodnight message, saying you were trying to process the tough day you'd had. But that wasn’t enough for Leah. She needed more than a brief text; she wanted to hear your voice, to know you were really okay. The waiting and worrying were driving her crazy, and she kept checking her phone, hoping for a sign that you were ready to talk.

At least the photo shoot that morning had kept Leah busy for a couple of hours, providing a brief distraction from her constant worry. But she knew that once she got home, she'd be checking her phone again, hoping to hear from you.

She had just said goodbye to her staff and was about to get in her car when her phone started buzzing. Without even checking to see if it was you, she quickly got into the car and felt a wave of relief when she saw your name pop up in her notifications. 

Her relief turned to confusion when she opened the message and saw a picture of the front of Emirates Stadium.

"This is the famous home of London's biggest club?"

"I asked a guy and he said I was wrong, that I should go west."

"Isn't this Stamford Bridge?"

Leah bit her lip to keep from smiling. She was getting more and more used to your quirky sense of humor and sarcastic comments.

"You're into comedy now?" Leah quickly typed into her phone, not yet getting what was going on.

"You wish."

Before Leah could respond, another photo popped up, immediately followed by a message.

"Do you think if I ask for it they'll give it to me?" The picture showed a huge banner with Leah's face on it.

"I'm a big fan."

That's when it hit her. Were you really in London? Already? You were just playing in a tournament in Germany yesterday.

Leah looked out the window of her car, seeing the same sky that was starting to darken, just like in the photo you had sent.

"What the hell? You're here?"

Leah couldn't hold back her excitement. Without waiting for your reply, she dialed your number. Without waiting for your reply, she called you. As the phone rang, she started her car and plugged in her phone.

"Hello?" Leah could hear the smile in your voice.

"I can't believe it," Leah said, nervously running a hand through her hair.

"What? That I'm your fan?"

"I already knew that," Leah replied, pulling out of the parking lot. "Stay where you are, I'm like twenty minutes away."

"Make it fifteen."

Leah became a bundle of nerves as soon as she got out of her car. This was only the second time you’d be seeing each other in person, and the first time alone. She walked around for a while, until she finally spotted you taking pictures. Feeling awkward and unsure of how to approach, she was glad your back was turned. 

Leah opened her mouth to say your name, but nothing came out

This time was different from the first. You knew each other now, had chatted about all sorts of things, and shared some nice moments over video calls. You weren’t strangers anymore.

Meanwhile, you were completely unaware of Leah behind you, busy taking pictures. Satisfied with your shots, you stepped back and bumped into someone. You turned quickly, ready to apologize (or snap if it was some weirdo). But like Leah, you were left speechless.

Neither of you said anything at first, the tension thick in the air. Leah’s nervous smile matched yours, and you couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh.

Leah thought your laughter was even more contagious in person than over the phone, and she immediately started laughing too.

"What are you doing standing there like a stalker?" you asked once you both calmed down a bit.

"Actually, by standing here I'm protecting you from any stalkers."

"Woah, how gentlemanly of you," you said with a grin.

"Yeah, I know," Leah replied, flashing a smile. She held your gaze, looking down at you since you were only slightly shorter than her.

"Don't look at me like that," you said, laughing nervously again and giving her a gentle nudge on the shoulder.

"I’m making you nervous?" Leah asked, genuinely curious. She had seen you go through other emotions before, but had never seen you nervous. The two of you had shared so many video calls, but this was different.

"Yes," you admitted, shoving your hands into your pockets. You glanced around and wrinkled your nose. "This is your place... it's a little intimidating, realizing how big you are here and what your image represents. I hadn't really taken it all in until now."

Leah tilted her head slightly, trying to understand. "What do you mean?"

"You," you said, looking back at her. "You're not just Leah to everyone here. You're a big deal. Talking to you has been... Well, like I’m just talking to Leah. But now that I'm here, seeing everything with your face in it, it's like, 'Whoa, this is who I've been staying up all week chatting with.'"

Leah felt a warmth in her chest at your words. She never thought of herself that way.

"I don't think it's anything to make a big deal about," Leah replied, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks.

"Of course not, Captain Williamson," you retorted, rolling your eyes. Leah's body trembled slightly at your playful jab.

"Well, you're a big deal to me too, you know. And right now, I’m just Leah." Leah continued.  "I've seen your face on giant billboards too, you know."

You were about to respond, but Leah turned to you with a raised eyebrow. 

"Where are you staying?"

"Ah," you chuckled, noticing the not-so-subtle change in topic. "I have a room booked at one of the downtown hotels."

"Are you with your team?"

"No, we're taking a few days off," you said, avoiding mention of yesterday's dressing room incident, which had caused the current situation. Nor did you want to bring up your recent appointment with your therapist a couple of hours ago.

"So I assume you messaged me because you got lost and don't know how to get back to your hotel?" Leah asked, heading back towards where she had parked her car.

"Actually, yes," you lied. You knew your way around London, but Leah didn't need to know that. "I just didn't feel like going straight back to the hotel, so I've been wandering around all afternoon."

"And you still don't want to go back?"

"I just don't want to be alone."

"Can I suggest something?"

You smiled at Leah's offer.

The drive to Leah's house was quiet, mostly because halfway there you had drifted off to sleep. It had been a long day, or rather, two long days: the morning flight, the session with your psychologist, the extensive walk around town, and everything that had transpired the day before. It was a lot to handle in such a short span of time.

Leah's car smelled like her, a comforting scent that started to ease your stress. She knew when to stay silent, creating a soothing vibe that made relaxation inevitable.

As you slept, however, Leah couldn't shake a bit of guilt. Maybe you just needed to rest, and here she was, possibly dragging you along to plans that might not even interest you.

When you woke up after she parked outside her house, Leah turned to you with a gentle concern in her eyes.

"Are you awake now?" she asked softly. "I can drop you back at your hotel if you'd rather."  she offered, still buckled into her seatbelt, confident that you'd want to leave.

"What?" you mumbled, sitting up straight and blinking to clear the sleep from your eyes. 

"You look exhausted, Y/n," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of worry. Her gaze was gentle, trying to read the emotions behind your tired face.

"I'm just exhausted, but I know I won't feel any better alone in that hotel, believe me," you said, trying to reassure her and convince her it wasn't a bad idea.

Leah's concern deepened as she took in your tired demeanor. After a few moments of contemplation, she took a deep breath as she unbuckled her seatbelt. 

"Well, let's go then," she said softly, her voice carrying a touch of warmth.

Leah's home wrapped around you with a scent even more intense than the scent of her car. The place had a cozy charm.

"I wasn't expecting a guest, so if you find anything strange, just ignore it, please," Leah chuckled nervously as she led the way inside.

"It's lovely," you grinned, following her inside. It was fascinating to explore the place you had only seen through a screen before.

"Thank you," Leah said, heading towards her kitchen. "Are you hungry?"

If someone had told you a few weeks ago that you'd be at Leah Williamson's house, sitting down to a hearty meal of potato smiley faces and chicken nuggets, you would have probably raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Is this your idea of gourmet food?" you chuckled, eyeing your plate—it looked straight out of a children's menu.

"Absolutely," Leah said with a grin, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of wine. "I did promise to treat you, after all." 

The cozy kitchen and Leah's relaxed demeanor made you feel at ease.

"Well, you basically dragged me along."

"Hey, don't put it like that," said Leah pouting. "I gave you the option of taking you back to your hotel."

"I'm just messing with you, Leah," you said with a laugh, gently taking the bottle of wine from her hands to pour the glasses. "But seriously, this dinner is going to be a memory I'll cherish."

"I feel like you're making fun of me," she said, narrowing her eyes playfully.

"No, I'm serious," you replied warmly. "It's actually kind of sweet. I've never had this before."

"I just had to toss the potatoes on a tray, you know?" she said, chuckling softly, brushing off any praise.

"Come on, just take the compliment, Leah."

Leah chuckled softly and settled into the chair across from you, taking a bite of a potato with a thoughtful expression."So... Can I ask why you're here?"

"You invited me," you replied casually, flashing a grin.

"I'm not talking about that..."

"Ah," you replied casually, popping a nugget into your mouth. "I just had a bit of a breakdown... they're making me take these days off now, which I'm actually enjoying a lot," you admitted, locking eyes with Leah. "I've been in therapy the whole year, having regular sessions, but it's been weeks since I last talked to my therapist. Well, until today.”

"And? How did your session go?"

“Well… I’m definitely drained, that’s for sure,” you admitted with a sigh, setting down your glass of wine. “We talked a lot about managing stress and pressure, trying to find new ways to cope.”

Leah nodded sympathetically, her gaze steady on you. "It sounds tough."

"Yeah, it is," you admitted, running a hand through your hair. "But I think I'm making progress. It's just taking time, but I'm starting to figure out how to handle all the pressure"

"I'm glad you're taking care of yourself, it's important. You can talk to me too, I also know what it's like to live surrounded by pressure constantly. Maybe it’s not the same but-”

“It is,” you said with a smile, gratefully at her gesture. "Thanks, Leah. It means a lot.”

After finishing, you both moved the talk to the couch, ready to open another bottle of wine.

"You know what?” you said, sinking into the cushions and stretching out your legs comfortably “I'd love to watch you play football sometime."

Leah chuckled, settling beside you and pouring wine into glasses. "Really? You think I'd impress you on the field?"

"You never know," you teased, nudging her playfully. "It would be fun to see another side of you."

"I thought you'd rather watch Chelsea," Leah said with a mischievous grin, her feet up on the couch, almost brushing against yours.

Both of you were clearly enjoying the evening, the warmth of the wine adding to the relaxed atmosphere.

"I can always watch you when you're playing against Chelsea," you replied with a playful smirk.

Leah fell silent for a moment, her gaze drifting away before she asked softly, "And who would you support?"

"Don't you remember I'm your biggest fan?" you replied with a smile, reaching out to gently touch her hand. "Of course, I'd support you. I mean it, I'd love to see you out there on the field, doing what you love”

Leah's cheeks flushed again, a mix of embarrassment and something warmer she couldn't quite name. She hoped you would attribute it to the wine rather than your words.

"My head is starting to hurt," Leah murmured, her words slightly rushed as she tried to distract herself. "Would you mind staying here? But if you want I can call a-"

"Of course not," you reassured her with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. You leaned back, already feeling a bit dizzy from the wine's effects. "Or am I not allowed to stay?" you teased with a playful smile.

You were beginning to enjoy how flustered Leah was getting, it was adorable that she didn't seem to realize her feelings might be mutual. Unless you were completely misreading all her signals, there was a palpable tension between you.

"I'll get the guest room ready for you then," Leah said softly,a slight stumble in her step as she headed towards the room.

The next morning, Leah woke to the sound of your phone ringing from the other room. Rubbing her eyes, still half-asleep, she tiptoed barefoot out of her own bedroom and quietly made her way across the hallway to the guest room. Pushing the door open gently, Leah's heart fluttered as she found you under the covers, peacefully asleep.

Leah glanced at the screen and recognized your coach's name flashing on your phone.

"Y/n," she whispered in a hushed tone, gently shaking your shoulder to wake you. "Your phone," she urged, giving you a firmer shake this time.

The ringing stopped just as your eyes blinked open, adjusting slowly to the morning light.

"Huh?" you said, a little disoriented by the strange room. You turned towards Leah, her face soft and concerned. It took you a few seconds to remember why you were there. "Leah- Good morning" you said quickly, a little embarrassed, straightening up in bed. 

"Your phone," Leah repeated, her voice soft as she tried to get your attention, but you were too distracted. Now fully awake, you couldn't help but notice Leah standing there in just sweatpants and a bra

Leah looked a little puzzled as your mouth hung open and your eyes slowly trailed down from her face to the rest of her body. It was then that she realized she hadn't bothered to put on a shirt before waking you up.

"Good morning," you repeated quickly, pulling your gaze away with a faint blush creeping up your cheeks.

"I wouldn't mind waking up like this more often," you thought to yourself, a slight grin tugging at your lips.

"I'm sorry," Leah apologized, unsure exactly what she was apologizing for. "Your phone was ringing, and you just wouldn't wake up."

"I'm a heavy sleeper," you mumbled, rubbing your face sleepily. The thought of staying in bed longer was tempting.

"Maybe it was important. You should check... while I get breakfast ready," Leah suggested before stepping out of the room.

When you entered the kitchen, you couldn't help but pout slightly upon seeing Leah now wearing a shirt. She stood at the stove, her back turned as she hummed a soft tune. 

You couldn't resist the urge to approach her quietly, your heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and affection. You tiptoed closer and gently rested your chin on her shoulder.

"What are you cooking?" you whispered softly, surprised by how calmly Leah received your presence.

"An omelet," Leah replied, her attention fully on not burning the omelet. "Do you like them?"

"Yeah, it smells good," you replied.

You fell silent again as Leah flipped the omelet. 

"You smell good," she said casually, her attention still on the pan, showing no sign of embarrassment.

"I haven't showered yet," you blurted out, feeling yourself blush. It was nice to hear such words, even in that context.

"You ruined the moment," Leah teased, a smile playing on her lips as she shook her head and gently nudged you away. "Go sit down." 

Leah carefully slid the omelet onto your plate and set it down beside a steaming cup of coffee. She then placed the same in her plate and took a seat next to you.

"Is it alright that I made you coffee?" she asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

"If you're trying to keep me awake, it's exactly what I need," you murmured, taking a sip from the cup. "Delicious," you said with a satisfied sigh, enjoying the warmth spreading down your throat.

Leah smiled warmly as she picked up her fork and began to eat.

"What time do you have to leave?" she asked casually, glancing at you with curiosity.

"Are you kicking me out already?" you countered with a playful grin spreading across your face. Leah rolled her eyes playfully.

"That was your coach calling, I guess he wants you back already," she clarified with a hint of worry.

"No, I think Lucas is having the time of his life with these days off," you commented, relishing the taste of the omelet. "Damn, this is good. I didn't know you could cook," you exclaimed, taking another enthusiastic bite.

"It's just eggs," Leah shrugged.

"Well, it's the best omelet I've ever had," you praised sincerely.

"You're such a smooth talker," Leah laughed, her laughter filling the room. Her joyful demeanor was starting to win you over more and more.

"It's my talent," you joked, finishing off the last bite of the omelet. "Anyway, Lucas just wanted to check in, make sure everything's cool and that I didn't do anything too risky that could affect me physically with the tournament coming up."

"Sounds reasonable," Leah nodded thoughtfully, cutting half of her omelet and adding it to your plate. She had a feeling you enjoyed it, maybe because omelets weren't something you ate often.

"I'm so happy," you said, savoring every bite. "Remind me to have this every day when I'm away."

“So, what are you up to today?" Leah asked, curious about your plans.

"Uh," you mumbled as you wiped your lips with a napkin. "I actually wanted to learn something new, since I'm now banned from going near a tennis racket,"  you added quietly.

"What do you want to learn?" asked Leah curiously, setting down her coffee cup.

"Teach me how to play football!" you exclaimed with an excited smile, leaning forward eagerly.

"What?" Leah asked, caught off guard and nearly choking on her coffee.

"Yeah! I want to learn. I'm pretty sure I can't even kick a ball properly—oh! oh! Teach me how to head it. I've always wanted to try," you continued enthusiastically.

Leah shook her head, her expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. "But you said your coach didn't want you doing risky things."

"Come on, Leah, it's football.” your eyes sparkling with determination “How dangerous could it be?"

"Ouch! Red! Yellow! Foul! Foul!" you groaned dramatically from the ground, clutching your ankle.

Leah folded her arms, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she looked down at you. "I barely touched you," she said, kicking the ball back and forth with her foot.

She had effortlessly taken the ball from you, causing you to lose your balance and tumble to the ground.

Leah started out playing gently with you, almost as if she were playing with a child, letting you have your way. However, as she heard your teasing comments about how easy it was, her competitive spirit kicked in.

"Another goal," she declared triumphantly, kicking the ball into the small goal set up in her backyard. "What's the score now, like 10-2?" she asked with a playful smirk, hands on her hips, looking down at you still sprawled on the ground.

You groaned, realizing she wasn't holding back anymore. Her playful demeanor had shifted into full-on competition, and you were loving every minute of it.

"Call an ambulance," you groaned, your voice strained with pain, eyes tightly shut.

Leah's heart skipped a beat as worry flooded her. You seemed genuinely hurt, and she felt a pang of guilt for possibly causing it. She hurried over, her mind racing with concern, and knelt down beside you on the grass.

"Where does it hurt?" Leah asked, her hand gently touching yours. You opened your eyes and looked at her, seeing the worry in her expression.

"It's just... here," you said, then quickly pounced on her, effortlessly knocking her down. "Gotcha, Williamson," you teased with a grin, enjoying Leah's confused expression.

It took Leah a moment to process what had happened. Suddenly, she found herself lying on her back on the grass with you sitting on her abdomen, legs straddling her, in a playful and unexpected turn of events.

"Damn, Y/n, you scared me," Leah said, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

"You'll need a lot more to break me down," you replied proudly, unaware of Leah's hands sneaking closer to your body. Suddenly, tickles sent waves of laughter through you. "Leah! No! Stop!" you managed to protest between laughs, attempting to fend off her tickling hands but finding it hard to resist in your laughter-filled state.

"It's the least you deserve!" Leah exclaimed, her smile mischievous. "You nearly scared me to death!" She took advantage of your moment of weakness to flip you over, switching positions. Now, it was your back against the grass with Leah sitting on top of you. 

Before you could react, Leah swiftly grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, securing them to the ground. Her eyes sparkling with a hint of playful affection.

Both of you were breathing heavily,cheeks flushed from all the laughter and movement of the past few minutes. Leah let out a sigh, and you felt a surge of anticipation as her face moved closer to yours. Your heart raced with anticipation, thinking she might kiss you. But instead, you felt Leah's forehead gently rest against yours.

"Don't play with me like that," she whispered softly.

You froze as her breath tickled your lips, her nose brushing against yours, and her perfume surrounding you. The gentle brush of her nose against yours sent a shiver down your spine.

"Leah..." you murmured, feeling her grip on your wrists tighten at the sound of her name.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," she whispered, pulling back slightly from your forehead but not releasing her hold.

Your eyes locked, the air thick with unspoken feelings. 

"I'm sorry," you murmured, a shiver running through you as you felt Leah's gaze fixed on your lips.

"Do you mind if I..." she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

It was the moment you had been secretly yearning for. It was the confirmation of the deep feelings stirring within you every time Leah crossed your mind. All you wanted and needed was to feel her lips against yours.

"Leah," you said impatiently, nodding eagerly as your head moved up and down a few inches.

Leah took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on yours, filled with a mixture of hesitation and longing as she leaned in closer. 

You felt her lips brush against yours, the brief contact sending a thrill through you. But just as the kiss was about to deepen, the doorbell rang.

In the blink of an eye, Leah pulled away, releasing your hands and creating an abrupt distance between you. 

"Fuck," you muttered, frustration and desire mixing in your voice, as you were left alone in the backyard with your heart racing.

[barcaatthemoon]

guiding hand || fridolina rolfo x reader ||

you and frido sleep together for the first time.

minors dni, 18+, smut ahead.

it wasn't often that you found yourself in barcelona. frido hated pulling you from your studies, so she often found herself making the trek to sweden to see you. this little vacation to barcelona was like a dream come true. you had been waiting for months for frido to take the step and introduce you to her club teammates.

everybody on the swedish national team knew you. you were one of them, zecira's baby sister. it had been a huge deal when frido let it slip that she liked you, and an even bigger one whenever the two of you had started dating. you didn't care about the age gap, and it had taken a lot of work to prove to frido that you were mature enough for things to work.

you hadn't begun to worry about that until one of your teammates brought up sex. zecira and frido had rushed to make sure that you didn't have to answer the question during a team bonding truth or dare game. afterwards, it had been awkward when both your sister and girlfriend separately cornered you that night to ask the same question.

it wasn't a big secret, but you hadn't exactly been jumping at the chance to tell the team that you were a virgin. zecira had been somewhat relieved at the news until she saw how distraught you looked. frido had been great in reassuring you that things would move at a pace you were comfortable with. however, that didn't stop you from the terrifying thought of her not wanting to be with you anymore.

"good morning gorgeous," frido greeted you with a kiss to the cheek. you blushed as you pushed yourself back into her arms. she wrapped you up snugly, moving you along with her as she made coffee and breakfast for the two of you. "how did you sleep?"

"okay, but it would have been better if you stayed in bed with me," you told her. frido bit her lip as she turned you around to face her. "i know that you're being a gentlewoman, but things don't have to move at a snail's pace. i want more, i just need you to show me."

"i wouldn't want to overstep," frido said. she could see the frown forming on your face as you took in another rejection. it was starting to feel like maybe frido wasn't interested in you sexually. you felt like your relationship was closer to a friendship at times.

"it's not overstepping. i know you. i trust you. i like you. i want to give myself to you," you told her. frido swallowed nervously as she tried to back up, only to realize that she had trapped the two of you between the counter and island. "it doesn't have to be right now, but i'd really like for us to try something soon."

"i just want you to be sure." frido leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head. she slid past you to get out of the kitchen, leaving you to stand there with what felt like another rejection.

…

"(y/n), i need to ask you something, and i need you to be honest with me. the sex, is that something that you really want? you don't feel pressured by anybody else or even me, do you?" frido's tone had your heart racing with fear. you didn't think that you had heard her that serious before outside of a big game.

"of course that's what i want. i've been thinking about it for weeks. honestly, the last couple of times that you've stayed over and didn't try anything, kind of made me wonder if you liked me," you told her. frido's eyebrows knit together as she stared down at you.

"don't think like that, i want you so badly that my heart aches. sometimes, i don't know how i keep my hands off of you," frido said. she moved forward a little as she pulled you to sit on her lap.

"you don't have to keep your hands off of me." that seemed to be all that frido needed. she coverd your body with hers, pressing you down against the couch. you felt safe pinned beneath her body as she kissed you. each kiss that you shared on the couch was sweet, but once frido picked you up to carry you back to her bedroom, the kisses became rougher.

frido started to press a little harder, leaving your lips bruised as you tried to suck in deep breaths. you were never given a chance to catch your breath, not that you wanted it. you were more than happy suffocating if it meant that frido would keep kissing you. you loved every bit of it from the firm press of her lips against yours to the little bites that she left in between kisses.

"lay back for me baby. you're doing so good already," frido told you. there was something about her voice that was driving you a little crazy. her words of praise made your stomach flutter pleasantly while her tone sent shivers down your spine. you doubted that she would even have to touch you if kept talking to you like that.

"frido please, i need you," you whined. you had never felt such an intense craving for somebody else before.

"okay, i just need you to do a couple of things for me. you can handle that, can't you?" there was something condescending about the way she spoke to you, but all it did was turn you on. you had spent so much of your life trying to be hyper-independent that you forgot what it was like to sit back and let someone else take over for you.

"i want to try. i'll try anything for you," you said. it felt so natural, despite what you had told yourself for years.

"that's what i like to hear." frido leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. it was a small reward, one that left you wanting more. "first, i need you to take off your clothes for me. it doesn't have to be all of them, just what you're comfortable with, okay?"

you moved quickly to undress yourself. frido's gaze on your body was intense and lingering. she seemed focused, as if she was memorizing exactly what your body looked like. you stood in front of her naked, unsure of whether or not she would be okay with you covering yourself.

"it's not fair to make you stand like that alone," frido said. there was a teasing lilt to her voice that put you at ease almost instantly. frido made sure that you were relaxed as she stood up from the bed. it was a simple touch of her hand on your arm, but it felt like every single time that she had checked up on you before. frido wanted to protect you, no matter what the setting was.

"oh my god," you muttered as you forced yourself to look away from her. frido chuckled as she grabbed your hands and placed them on her hips. you glanced down at your hands, unsure of what to do with the mental image of your hands on her very naked body. "i don't know what to do."

"nothing right now, let me take care of you. think about all the things that my hands are doing to you, and then, later, if you're up to it, we can do this again, but you can touch me." the promise of touching frido was almost too much for you to handle.

frido seemed to understand that you were feeling like it was a lot, so she guided you back to the bed. you felt a little more comfortable sitting in her lap. you didn't think of the full skin contact, but rather the familiar warmth of being curled up with frido. she lured you away from your own racing thoughts with soft kisses and gentle touches.

"do you want to keep going?" frido asked as she held onto your hips. she was about to turn you around so that you'd be straddling her. it would no longer just be making you. you knew that, and with that in mind, you nodded. "if you want to stop at all, it's okay."

"i know," you told her. frido smiled as she flipped the two of you. you found yourself trapped beneath her body as she kissed you again. this one felt heavier than the rest. each of these kisses completely stole your breath as soon as you managed to catch it again. frido nudged your legs apart and gently stroked one of her fingers through your folds.

"do you like that? do you need less or more?" frido asked as she continuously stroked her finger against you.

"more," you told her. frido nodded and added another finger. she didn't dare try to slip them inside of you, just gently stroking. you weren't sure how far things would go. there was a somewhat familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach.

not that you had ever told anybody, but you had gotten yourself off a few times. it had always been rare before, but more frequent when you started dating fridolina. she was often the main thought in your brain whenever you found your hands wandering at night.

"stop that, i want to hear you." frido nipped at your neck, smirking against your skin when she heard the little yelp you let out. you had been biting your lip to keep quiet, unsure of how loud she wanted you to be.

"i'm sorry," you mumbled out an apology. you were careful to keep yourself unrestrained as frido touched you. her fingers worked your body up quicker than you had ever been able to do yourself. she wasn't touching you in a way that you hadn't attempted before. you couldn't believe how quickly she had you cumming, especially whenever you knew that she hadn't really done much.

"you've done so good for me. we're going to take a break, okay? i don't want to overwhelm you tonight," frido said. she ran the hand that hadn't been between your legs over your chest soothing, tracing little patterns into your skin with the edge of her nail. the fingers on her other hand slipped past her own lips as she got her first taste of you. "would you like a shower or should i come back with a washcloth?"

"shower please," you answered. frido started the shower up before she came back to get you. she let you go in first, and joined you a couple of minutes later. you were kept under the water while it was still hot. frido took her time in cleaning you up.

"i know that you brought your own clothes, but i thought you could sleep in something of mine tonight," frido said as she pulled you onto her lap. her fingers were dangerously close to your cunt, but frido was careful in never crossing that line.

"i like the sound of that." you let frido put a t-shirt on your body. you got up to put on the briefs that she had brought you. there was an old pair of sweatpants that frido had stolen from either you or your sister that you knew she had only picked out for you because you couldn't fit in them. frido pretended that she had no idea they were too small and just decided to sleep in them herself.

[taurasiluvr]

can u write a fic where paige and reader is on the phone and paige starts touching herself to readers voice? and then reader eventually notices and asks to facetime and yk… this is just a suggestion u don’t have to do it 😭

YES YES YES YES MA'AMMM

away games were the hardest on you and paige, you both thrived on being physically near each other and the separation always felt like an eternity. the long nights apart were filled with longing texts and video calls that could never quite bridge the gap. you missed the feel of her arms around you, the warmth of her body pressed against yours, and the way she made you feel safe and loved.

while you were incredibly proud of her, the distance was a constant reminder of how much you relied on her presence. you would watch her games on the screen, cheering her on from afar, but it never felt the same as being there in person.

tonight was one of those nights.

paige's team was playing an important match out of town, and you found yourself alone in your shared apartment. the space felt emptier without her, the silence almost oppressive. you tried to focus on other things, but your thoughts kept drifting back to her.

the game had just ended, and UConn had won. your phone buzzed with a call from her, and you eagerly answered, a smile spreading across your face at the sound of her voice.

"hey, baby," paige greeted, her voice warm and full of excitement. "we won!"

"i saw! you were amazing out there," you replied, feeling a rush of pride. "miss you so much, though."

"i miss you too," she said, her voice softening. "i hate being away from you."

there was a moment of silence, the connection between you palpable even through the phone. you could almost feel her presence, the memory of her touch lingering on your skin.

"tell me about your day, what'd you do without me?" paige asked, a breathless laugh coming from her lips.

you laid on the bed as you recounted your day. "nothing too crazy, just went to my classes then did some grocery shopping for us," you paused, trying to think of whatever else you'd done. "oh! well, i also did some online shopping, i splurged a new bikini."

"oh?" paige's breath hitched at the thought of that. "yeah, you deserve that, especially after midterms. can't wait to you see wearin' it, looking all pretty..."

paige trailed off and you could tell she was feeling the distance, maybe even more than you. you smiled at the thought and you couldn't help but tease her a little more.

"maybe i'll give you a little fashion show when you get back," you teased, your voice playful and sultry. "just for you."

paige let out a low groan, her breath hitching again. "you know what that does to me, baby. you're killing me here."

you giggled, enjoying the effect you had on her. "good, want you to think about it all night."

"god, i will," she murmured, her voice husky. "always know how to drive me crazy."

you bit your lip, feeling a surge of warmth at her words. "i miss you so much, paige. i wish you were here with me right now."

"miss you too," she replied, her voice softening. "more than anything. but hearing your voice makes me feel like i'm right there with you."

you could hear the sincerity in her voice, and it made your stomach ache with need. "tell me what you'd do if... if you were here," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire.

paige let out a slow, deep breath. "if i were there, i'd kiss you. slow and deep, just the way you like it. let my hands roam over your body, feeling every inch of you."

you closed your eyes, letting her words wash over you, imagining her touch.

"i'd kiss your neck, your shoulders," paige continued, her voice growing more intense. "i'd make my way down to your chest, kissing and sucking on your nipples until you're moaning my name."

a soft moan escaped your lips, your body reacting to her words. "paige," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

"i'd move lower, kissing your stomach, your hips," paige said, her voice thick with desire. "i'd spread your legs and taste you, licking you slowly, teasing you until you're begging for more."

you could feel the heat building between your legs, your hand slipping under your clothes to touch yourself. "fuck, p, that sounds amazing," you gasped, your fingers mimicking the sensations she was describing.

"i'd suck on your clit, making you moan my name," paige continued, her own breath growing ragged as you heard her shift on the other line. "slide my fingers inside you, feeling how wet and tight you are for me."

"yeah, just for you," you moaned, your body trembling with pleasure. "need you, p. need you so much."

"i'm right here, baby," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion as you heard her breaths coming in staggered. "i can feel you, hear you. fuck, don't cum, wanna cum together,"

"oh yes," you panted, your fingers moving faster.

"i'd fuck you with my fingers, curling them just right," paige groaned, her voice low. "keep sucking your clit, making you scream my name as you cum for me."

a few moments pass and you feel the pressure in your lower stomach tighten, and you bit your lip to try and hold off cumming until paige tells you to. you could hear her own breathless moans on the other line as you tried to focus.

"gonna cum, baby, oh fu-fuck," paige groaned out. "cum for me, fuck, cum for me," she rambled as she felt her own orgasm crash over her.

"o-oh, fuck, paige!" you cried out, your body shuddering as you reached the edge. "'m cumming, 'm cumming!"

you let out a loud moan as the orgasm washed over you, your body trembling with the intensity of it. paige's voice was there, guiding you through it, her words a soothing balm to your pleasure-wracked mind.

as the pleasure ebbed, you lay there, breathless and spent. paige's breathless voice came through the phone, soft. "i love you so much," she whispered.

"i love you too," you replied, your voice filled with emotion. "can't wait to have you back in my arms."

"soon, baby," paige promised. "soon."

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[koreads]

"enemies" to lovers — karina x reader — where karina is hundred percent sure that y/ns hates her.

Karina had planned a great weekend: a trip to a beach house with all her friends, a much-needed break from college, sunbathing, and enjoying various ice cream flavors. However, everything went downhill when she spotted Y/N at the front door with Seulgi.

It's not that she disliked Y/N, she just felt like she had to walk on eggshells whenever the girl was around. Plus, she was fairly certain that Y/N didn't like her.

It was the smallest things: Y/N being really nice around everyone except her, always quiet when Karina was near, or picking anyone but Karina to share a room or a small task. Worst of all, Y/N would grumble under her breath every time Karina did something. So, to be fair, if Y/N didn't enjoy her presence, she wouldn't enjoy Y/N's either.

"Why is she here?" Karina asked Giselle as she passed by. Giselle was the only one who had noticed the weird interactions between the two, which had led to Karina explaining the whole situation to her. Giselle, however, had dismissed it as Karina being overdramatic.

"Seulgi asked her to come. They're roommates, and she didn't want to leave her alone for the weekend."

"That will ruin the weekend! She hates me!"

"Again, she does not hate you. She just… gets nervous around you."

No matter what Giselle said, always making up "excuses" for Y/N, Karina was 100% sure that the girl hated her and that they would never be friends. Karina had tried to be her friend once, but Y/N didn't accept it, so now she saw the girl as an enemy. No matter how childish she was being, two could play the "hate you for zero reason" game.

The weekend began with choosing roommates. Y/N obviously didn't even glance at Karina, which was fine by her since Minjeong chose her.

Then, they divided the chores for the day. Minjeong, Yeri, and Giselle would clean the small pool, while Ningning and Joy would tidy up the barbecue area. Finally, Karina, Seulgi, Irene, and Y/N were tasked with going to the store to buy everything they would need for the weekend.

This led to Karina's ultimate embarrassment: sitting "close" to Y/N, who was chatting and laughing with the older girls but completely ignoring her.

At the store, Seulgi divided them in "two teams". Making her and Irene "team meat" and Y/N and Karina the "veggies team".

"Okay, Irene and I will go get the meat. Y/N, you and Karina go get some drinks and veggies."

"Uh?" Y/N's eyebrows shot up, shocked at being left alone with Karina, who crossed her arms, annoyed by the overexaggerated reaction. "B-but Seulgi…"

"We'll meet up later. Bye!" And just like that, Seulgi disappeared with Irene.

Y/N turned back to Karina with that annoying neutral expression on her face. In a completely robotic voice, so different from the one she used with the other girls, she called Karina to go get the things Seulgi had asked for.

Y/N was quiet again, not at all like in the car with the older girls, and for some reason, that annoyed Karina. After all, she could handle being ignored by Y/N at college since they didn't have classes together and only saw each other during group hangouts, but spending a whole weekend together with this awkward aura was too much for her.

She was so focused on the thought of Y/N hating her that she didn't notice the girl putting all types of drinks and a bunch of veggies inside a cart. Nor did she notice that Y/N had picked her favorite beverage.

"I guess we should just wait for them now," Y/N said, pushing the cart to the checkout line where she and Karina stood in absolute awkward silence. Then, a guy approached them.

"Hi, sorry to bother you guys but… are the two of you together, as a couple?" Y/N grumbled something and Karina shook her head, denying the question.

"Oh, okay. So, my friend over there wanted to ask for your number," he continued, offering his phone to Karina. Before she could react, Y/N suddenly moved the cart, accidentally hitting the guy and causing his phone to drop.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry," Y/N said, crouching down to grab the phone, but accidentally kicking it into the next line. "Shit, I'm really a disaster. Oh look, it's Seulgi and Irene!" She grabbed Karina's hand, pushing the cart with her free hand and running to another checkout line.

Karina couldn't hide her annoyance anymore. First, Y/N ignores her, and now she's being plain rude to people around her? What was that girl's problem?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Karina asked, crossing her arms. "Why did you kick that guy's phone and push a bunch of people in that weird run?"

"He was ugly and was asking for your number," Y/N answered, also crossing her arms, speaking in her usual robotic voice.

"And? Why do you mind?"

Y/N's shocked expression returned briefly before she returned to her quiet state, neutral face, and robotic voice, grumbling something under her breath. That was Karina's last straw.

"Look, I don't know why you hate me. You can be rude to me, act like I'm not around, I'm fine with that. But now you're going to be rude to people who are nice and sympathetic to me? That's ridiculous!"

For a second, Y/N didn't maintain her neutral expression. She opened and closed her mouth as if trying to formulate a response, but then Seulgi and Irene appeared near the duo, all smiles with the meat and a couple of snacks.

During the entire ride back to the house, Karina wore an annoyed expression while Y/N remained quiet, even in the presence of the older girls. Karina couldn't help but wonder what Y/N might have said if Seulgi and Irene hadn't appeared when they did.

The night fell, bringing with it the long-awaited barbecue. Karina wasn't in the best mood, but the combination of meat and beer managed to coax her giggly and happy self out again.

She was sitting with Giselle in the pool, a bottle in her hand, distracted by the pleasant music from Minjeong's playlist, when Y/N approached them. Y/N was wearing a comfortable-looking shirt and had an embarrassed expression on her face.

"Hi Karina… um… can we talk? In private… maybe?" Y/N asked tentatively. Karina was initially prepared to refuse, but Giselle nudged her, muttering something like "finally."

Reluctantly, Karina found herself sitting beside Y/N on the house deck, their toes sinking into the sand, both quietly listening to the ocean before them.

"So?" Karina asked, looking at the girl beside her. Y/N was quiet again, but there was something different; she didn't seem indifferent to Karina's presence. Instead, she appeared somewhat affected by her.

"I don't hate you," Y/N said softly. "I like you, a lot. I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, so I tend to get nervous around you. I literally get scared just thinking about talking to you and worrying that you might think I'm some kind of goofball or something. Actually, I tried to talk to you during lunch once when Ningning went to the bathroom, and I choked on my soda. The whole thing spilled out of my nose, and I got nervous because you kind of laughed, and I thought maybe you saw me as a dummy or something like that, and…"

Y/N continued babbling about all the times she had tried to show Karina that she liked her, and Karina stood there, shocked by all this new information.

"Then today I got jealous that some ugly guy could have more courage than me to get close to you, so I kicked his phone. Honestly, I can't say that I'm sorry, because I'm not," Y/N confessed, her words tumbling out faster now, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"You... like me?" Karina asked, still processing everything.

"I do," Y/N replied softly.

"You were nervous? All this time and you were nervous..."

“Yeah…”

Karina studied Y/N as she stared out at the ocean, wiggling her toes in the sand, slipping back into silence. Karina couldn't let that happen, not when she found herself enjoying Y/N's voice so much. She moved closer, intertwining their fingers, and Y/N's head snapped up to look at her.

“You see… normally people ask each other out after a confession like that,” Karina said, her face warming.

“I… uh… You… Maybe…” Y/N stammered, closing her eyes briefly before opening them again and locking gazes with Karina. “Would you like to go out with me?”

“Yeah. That would be nice.” Karina leaned in, gently kissing Y/N's cheek. “Hope you have a nice date planned for us, Y/N.”

After all, Giselle had been right. Y/N didn’t hate Karina, not at all.

[lazywriters-blog]

A PINCH OF HATE

AVENTURINE x FEMALE!READER + DR. RATIO

Summary: Just Aventurine being a little brat and poking fun at Ratio- trying to make him jealous and showing off, and trying his best to spite Dr. Ratio. After all, the doctor might have feelings for his darling as well. [This is a little silly lol but I tried.]

Warning: Possessiveness, angst? Jealousy. Overall a lot of touching from Aventurine, he's lowkey obsessed.

"Perhaps you should learn from your companion a bit of self-restraint, gambler."

"Whatever do you mean doctor, I'm plenty patient." Aventurine ever the smug, slippery little guy grins and purs out a retort, she was hoping his grip on her waist would loosen and drift away but that hasn't happened yet and it's making her uneasy.

"Oh! Do you find her fascinating perhaps? Taken a liking to my darling, now that won't do." he giggled to himself, and if she hadn't been forced to stay with him for an entire week, she wouldn't have noticed his slight change in tone.

"Don't be ridiculous, I find her qualities to be much more preferable than yours."

"Sheesh, it almost sounds like you're after my darling here, doctor." Dr. Ratio ignored the blonde and turned his attention to her, asking, "Why do you stick around with idiots? You should have better places to be than here."

"Umm... I-" Aventurine pulled her close to his body and pouted, "I suppose we are idiots in love, doctor."

She couldn't tell him what happened for her to end up miserably hopeless beside Aventurine, or if she could even get a chance.

'Do you like him or do you not?' She was cornered one afternoon. During that time she began regretting stepping out of her office, Aventurine was just outside waiting for her and she didn't know what he had in mind. 'where's this coming from?' she tried to pry in-between them some space, nervously smiling and looking to her right but he kept nearing her with a smug smile.

'Come on, we are friends... Right? Don't friends share their secrets?' she hadn't considered him a close friend, though she did enjoy his company.

'I mean he considers me to be much inferior to him... Probably, I'm likely too dumb to be with a genius.'

'Ah~ I didn't mention who 'he' was.'

She playfully pushed him back and shyly looked down, 'You and your stupid mind games.'

'Let's make a bet.' He grinned, and she groaned. Though she did win some of his bets, it remained difficult. 'Not this one again.' she took a step back.

'Come on don't be like that~ it will be fun.' She sighed and he took it as his cue to carry on. He took long strides towards her and smiled wide.

'Go on a date with me or...' he leaned into her ear, breathing out the last of his wager, 'stop liking him.'

He was testing her, making good use of her feelings and manifesting everything in his favor, though she wasn't surprised. Aventurine was always one step ahead and she was an idiot.

She likely didn't stand a chance against him. Whatever he had planned for them both, she doubted he would consider her livelihood. Aventurine can be selfish with the things he wants, she's realized that.

Aventurine took his time rubbing salt into Dr. Ratio's unseen wound, slyly smirking and giving her a quick kiss on her lip and clearly, it left her bewildered.

Was that her first lip-to-lip contact?

"Ugh-" Dr. Ratio released a disgusted noise and clutched his book closer to his chest, "take your lovey-dovey display somewhere else." Aventurine let out a haughty laugh and grinned, "Shouldn't you be saying how wonderful of a couple we are? Are you jealous of me Doctor?"

"With you being a shameless gambler and her a decent lady, I don't find anything much appealing."

Aventurine faked a sad sigh and looked at her, "Don't mind him, he's being salty he hasn't acquired a beautiful maiden like yourself." he kissed her cheek and she was tempted to say she didn't mind him, at all but decided to remain silent. "Let's go select some of the rings I've prepared for you!" he leaned back a little and gently stirred her around to the exit with his hand still holding onto her hip.

"What? Surely you aren't thinking of involving her in your cunning schemes and putting her in grave danger. Or perhaps you've lost your mind." That made Aventurine stop and she took a peek at his face, he wasn't showing any emotion but she could sense some spitefulness.

Eventually, Aventurine turned his face and grinned back at Dr. Ratio, "You shouldn't care about what belongs to me, doctor."

She didn't get to see what expression Ratio had wore as Aventurine was quick on his feet and quickly dragged her along with him. She let him sit beside her during the ride back to his place, and though she had meant to keep her lips sealed and tucked tight, curiosity had begun to gnaw away her peace.

So she asked, "Does he like me too?" if it were anybody else, anybody like Dr. Ratio she would be given a scowl and a complicated response of yes and no, but this was Aventurine and he would have known something she didn't beforehand.

His hand gently touched her knee, and he gave her his signature smile, "Oh, it seems like the doctor isn't very good at being subtle, but I digress, as a potential partner doctor would be horrible and it would be a nightmare for both parties. So it shouldn't matter whether he liked you or not."

"Right." She didn't know how to respond and it wasn't like she was hoping for the doctor to return her feelings or share her sentiment.

Aventurine turned towards her and smiled, "Moving on, I think we should wear a matching pair of attire tomorrow, so let's go shopping!"

She nodded, she couldn't lie she was enjoying the attention Aventurine was showering her with.

[jeonghunny]

— dessert, kim mingyu.

fluff | 942

mingyu pushes the door to the bedroom open slightly and pokes his head through to see that you’re already laying in bed, looking at your phone with a small frown on your face and an air of moodiness fills the room. he takes a deep breath before moving timidly towards your shared bed, hoping you’d acknowledge his presence and start the conversation first so he can gauge exactly how upset you are with him. sitting down on the edge of the bed and stalling for time while playing with a loose thread at the bottom of his t-shirt, he starts thinking about how he should approach this situation when he feels you kicking him lightly.

“get off the bed,” he hears your monotonous voice but your eyes stay glued to your phone screen, refusing to look at him. “you’re still in your outside clothes.”

“babe,” he whines, “i’m sorry.”

you ignore him and flip on your side so you’re facing the other side of the room.

mingyu gets up and moves to kneel down on the floor before you so that you’re eye level with him. “y/n,” he carefully slips the phone out of your hands to place it on the bedside table, forcing you to look at him. “i’m really sorry. i thought they closed at 11 so i figured i could make it before the store closes.”

you let out a deep and dramatic sigh that mingyu recognises as a sign that you’re not going to let him off so easily tonight but he’s more than willing to grovel for forgiveness. after all, it was his fault for not getting you the dessert you’ve been craving for weeks now when he told you he could get them on his way home.

“mingyu, you promised.” a pout forms on your face and he just wants to kiss it away, “i guess i’m just not a priority to you.”

he holds your hand in his and grazes your cheek gently with the other, “i know, baby, and i’m really sorry for breaking my promise.” he lifts your hand up to his lips and presses a soft kiss to the back of it, “but you’re always my priority, you know that.”

you sit up abruptly, pulling your hand out of his to cross your arms in front of your chest. “i would have gone out and gotten it myself if you hadn’t offered and insisted,” your cheeks puff out as you exhale and mingyu can’t help but think about how cute you look when you’re angry.

he tries to pull you into his arms but you move out of his reach. “i’ll go and get them for you tomorrow.”

“you can’t,” you grumble, “today is the last day they’re selling them.”

mingyu panics and mentally kicks himself again. “i’ll make them for you then,” he tries desperately.

“it’s not the same,” you roll your eyes and grab your phone before sliding away from mingyu.

he quickly moves to his side of the bed and crawls towards you to tug at your sleeve, “how else can i make it up to you?” he pleads with his puppy eyes and you have to force yourself to avoid looking at him so you don’t melt into a puddle.

you shrug him off and continue scrolling on your phone.

“let’s go watch that movie you’ve been talking about tomorrow.” he waits but you don’t offer any response, “should we go get dinner at that hotpot place you love?” he suggests, poking lightly at your arm.

you glance over at him and for a second mingyu had hopes that you’d cave but you end up huffing and turning away instead. he catches a glimpse of your screen over your shoulder and notices you’re on the instagram page of a cafe and he vaguely remembers you showing it to him before and immediately gets an idea.

“how about we go to that cafe you’ve been wanting to visit?” he asks excitedly while shaking you slightly.

you lower your phone to turn back and peek at him from the corner of your eye, “will you let me buy all the desserts i want without any complaints?”

“whatever you want,” he answers eagerly.

you silently mull over it for a bit and mingyu’s about to speak again but you beat him to it. “actually,” you push yourself up from your lounging position and mingyu does the same. he watches as you clasp your hands together, your face lighting up and eyes twinkling the way they do whenever you’re scheming.

“what if,” you continue when you meet his eyes, “we go to the cafe, see the movie after that then go for dinner at the hotpot place?”

mingyu lets out a feign groan of protest, “y/n… don’t you think that that’s a little too much? all that over a dessert?”

“fine,” you start sulking, “i knew it. you just don’t love me anymore.”

mingyu chuckles at your exaggerated act.

“i’ll pack my stuff and move out tomorrow,” you roll onto your side and pretend to go to sleep but mingyu throws his body on top of yours to start peppering kisses all over the side of your face.

“don’t move out, y/n.” he murmurs near your ear. “i’ll get you all the desserts, watch all the movies and eat all the hotpots you want.”

“really?” you grin up at him.

“yes, really.” he leans down to give you a quick peck on the lips, “just let me redeem myself tomorrow.”

“okay. but i hope you know the next time you fail to bring back a promised dessert, i’m moving out for real.”

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

could you maybe go more in depth about Remora!Reader and SharkMer! Price’s relationship? i find this concept really stinking cute!

yes! their relationship echoes that dynamic they had in their first meeting <3

you were quick to find your niche and price was more than happy to let you occupy that role for him.

price is routine-oriented. so if you're going to be his, you know, thing that services him--his maidservant, his little companion--it's a given to him that you'll follow the routine he sets for you.

first and foremost, you sleep next to him. it's not negotiable, and you know it. you don't sleep beside any of the other boys--not at night, anyway.

in the mornings, he's an early riser. you're not in the least (even sneaking out at night--you troublemaker), but he expects you to wake up when he does.

if you don't wake up, he rouses you. occasionally he might let you sleep in if you cuddle up to him when he tries to nudge you awake. but only a few minutes. then it's time to wake up.

you're supposed to attend to him, groom him, brush your fingers through his hands and his beard. you fetch whatever he wants fetched.

then he has you follow him on his first patrol of the morning. the reef is still dark and silent, but he wants to make sure you don't just nestle back into bed and fall asleep.

he takes the opportunity to check on everyone. Ghost is typically returning to the reef to sleep after prowling about all night. Soap is still snoozing. Gaz joins the patrol, and he usually makes a much more active and awake conversational partner than you do, so that's about when Price dismisses you.

he checks in on you later when the sun rises. that's when he goes out to hunt. you're allowed to do whatever you want, but he does like it when you insist on accompanying him further. you stick yourself to his side, tucked up under his arm.

he's a sucker for you following him around. he is the king of the reef, but when you're fussing over him and grooming him and making sure he's taken care of, he really feels like the king of the reef. he does feel, mm, a little more entitled to your time and attention than the others. he did find you, after all. you belong to him first. he just elects to share you.

still, he's a stickler about you doing your job. hence the routine.

when you're not with him, you'd better make sure to get your other chores done. 

you should certainly hope he doesn't catch you slacking off. have you cleaned? have you stretched? groomed yourself? have you checked on the boys? have you cleaned up the bed/sleeping space? have you cleaned up remnants of any fresh kills? have you played with Soap? have you played with Soap? and there's the matter of servicing the other boys.

naturally once you've attended your chores (paying rent, so to speak) you're free to do what you want. nap, hunt, pester Ghost. be pestered by Gaz. sun on the rocks.

but when you're slacking--when you're tired, restless, or inattentive--Price will know. it's like he said: you're supposed to be doing what you were made to do. you're not some kind of pet who gets to laze around, look pretty, and do nothing.

sometimes, when you're not keeping up with your workload (according to him), he gives you a hard time.

he'll call you pet (derogatory). but he knows it makes your chest flutter.

the nighttime routine starts with Price prowling the reef to collect you.

once he finds you, he collects you. ushers you into the crook of his elbow and swims off toward his cave.

it doesn't matter what you're doing, either. you might be grooming Gaz, you might be sunning, you might be eating. doesn't matter. it's time to go to bed.

it's not in your nature to protest, but he can tell if you're not ready to sleep yet. you sort of just let him pull you in that case instead of swimming with him.

and god help you if you're away from the reef for any reason. if you make Price wait up for you, he WILL punish you.

once you've been living in the reef and sleeping next to him for a few weeks, Price starts to get irritable about collecting you this way. he starts to expect you in his cave by the time he decides to turn in. you do become sort of anxious about this, unsure about when to expect him sometimes--but that's how he enjoys you. fussing over him. worrying about his opinion of you. just a little. keeps you alert.

it sort of nudges you into this pattern of behavior where, as the sun starts to set and the water gets dark, you edge closer and closer to his cave and away from the others and any ideas they might have about having you cuddle up with them instead. 

once you see him heading toward his cave, you dart inside, quickly bustling around and preparing his bedding so he can settle in on something soft. that's his favorite--having someone small and cute and cuddly to ask him about his day, worry over the nicks and cuts he got, asking if he ate well, if he's sore, if there's anything you can do...

and of course attending to his other needs at bedtime, and all that entails <3

more mer au / more Price / masterlist

[puckinghischier]

The 7th Year

Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary: reader wants to celebrate Nico’s 7 year anniversary of being drafted to the Devils

notes: i really wanted to post this on his actual draft anniversary but i’m a slacker and didn’t finish it in time, so here it is now. it still counts cause it’s still draft week, right? anyways, i hope you enjoy and happy reading! 🫶🏼

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“Jack, it’s all wrong!” you cry out, looking at the orange cake sitting in front of you.

“Listen, we can fix it. I can run down to the nearest grocery store and have them make me a new one really quick,” Jack tries to reason with you, attempting to avoid the incoming meltdown.

Today was Nico’s seven-year anniversary of being drafted to the Devils. You know it’s an in-between milestone, most people celebrating every five years, but you didn’t care. You weren’t with him two years ago, having only been dating the hockey captain for a little over a year, so you were determined to make a big deal out of this milestone instead.

Your apartment was decked out in every tacky, red or devil related decoration imaginable, from cardboard cut-outs of Nico littered throughout the large living space to a custom ‘pin the horns on the nico’ party game you ordered for the occasion.

“Jack, I special ordered this cake four months ago, because the bakery he likes had a waiting list almost six months long for their cake decorator. I literally told them I’d pay extra if they could have it done by today,” you shut the lid of the cake box, not wanting to look at the orange monstrosity any longer.

You had sent them several reference pictures of what you wanted done, confirming with them last week that they had the correct pictures and color scheme.

“Well, at least they got the logo right?” Jack tries again, watching you run your hands through your recently curled hair.

People were set to start showing up any minute now, and you were panicking about being ready in time for Nico’s return home in a little over an hour. You barely had time to shower and make yourself presentable after spending all day transforming your apartment into a Nico museum.

All of his trophies and medals from childhood up until now are displayed on various surfaces around your shared apartment, action shot posters are taped on the living room walls, taking the place of your decorative pictures, and several of his old jerseys are on display in shadow boxes propped up in the high-top chairs that usually sit around the small table on your balcony, but are currently placed in various spots around the large room.

“Yeah, sure. The logo says Devils, but the colors say Flyers,” you mumble, pinching the bridge of your nose, trying to stop yourself from crying off your fresh make-up.

Jack had been a trooper today. Luke too. The two of them had shown up to your apartment not even twenty minutes after Nico left with Jesper and Timo this morning for their early tee time. They helped you decorate and arrange your entire apartment, ran all over Hoboken with you grabbing last minute stuff for the evening, and Luke is out right now picking up the catering order that was supposed to be delivered but somehow got marked for pick up.

Your phone starts ringing in the middle of your deep breathing moment, trying to calm your nerves.

“Luke, please tell me you have the food and are on your way home,” you answer the phone, praying Luke is calling to check in and not to give you bad news.

“Yeah, I got it. On my way now. Just calling to check and see if you need anything else while I’m out,” he tells you, the sound of his car door shutting heard in the background.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. At least the food is taken care of, you think to yourself. “No, I think we’re good. I double checked everything before I got in the shower. And Jack has been setting stuff up while I was getting ready. Just please get here in one piece with the food before I have a small stroke,” you attempt a joke, but your tone sounds more strained than anything.

“Aye Aye, Mrs. Captain,” you hear through the phone, picturing the small salute Luke is likely doing right now.

You chuckle out a goodbye and hang up your phone.

“So, am I good to go get changed now, or do you need me to talk you off a ledge right now?” Jack asks you, treading lightly.

You send him an unamused glare. “No, I think I’ve done everything I can do until Luke gets here with the food. Go, change. Shower if you need to,” you wave him off, grabbing the cake on the counter in front of you and walking to place it in the large fridge.

“Alright, but if I hear the balcony door open I won’t hesitate to run out here butt naked to make sure you’re not trying to make an escape,” he sings out as he walks out of your kitchen, turning down the hallway towards your guest bathroom.

You flip him off even though he can’t see you, a smile on your face nonetheless.

Thirty minutes later, Jack is showered and dressed and a few of Nico’s teammates have shown up, decked out in the t-shirts you had ordered and distributed to everyone.

Each of Nico’s teammates are wearing a shirt with his picture from his draft on it. No matter who you were looking at, Nico’s smiling baby face, devils hat on his head and devils jersey pulled over his formal attire, with one finger pointed in the air to signify his being picked first overall, was looking back at you.

You thought it would be funny to have Nico walk into a surprise celebration with his face staring back at him from nearly everyone in attendance, and when you pitched the idea to his teammates they were all for it.

You had ordered your own shirt with Nico’s face on it, too. Although, yours was one of the shirts in the WWE style, overlapping, various pics of Nico making up the design.

As the time got closer to Nico coming, home more and more of his teammates and their significant others showed up, ready to surprise their captain.

Ten minutes before Nico was due arrive, you get a call from Jesper.

“Hey, you guys almost here?” you answer, walking away from the noise of your living room.

“Yeah, leaving the bar now,” he tells you, pausing to bid someone in the background goodbye and ringing out ‘thank you’ a few times as he walks out of the bar.

Jesper and Timo were tasked with keeping Nico busy and away from home today. It started with their game of golf, but quickly turned into an additional eighteen holes and trying to kill time at the clubhouse bar when their games went by far quicker than they anticipated.

Around lunchtime, Timo called you and told you Nico kept saying he was going to bow out early to come home and spend some time with you, but you begged them to find a way to keep him occupied. You ended up having to send him a message, telling him you were out with a friend for a quick lunch before a fake nail appointment that turned into a real one once he asked to see what design you had chosen this time. Which is why you were late getting ready, having to leave Jack to decorate the apartment during your impromptu salon trip.

Most of the time you love that Nico is so invested in your relationship. He always wants to spend time with you, going with you to hair and nail appointments, following you around like a puppy when you go shopping, and simply sticking around the house on days when he has nothing planned just to catch up on your latest reality show obsession he always gets hooked into.

Today, though, you wish he was a little more apt to spending time with his friends. The amount of ‘I miss you’ and ‘can’t wait to come home and binge love island!’ texts you got today made you love him even more – if that’s even possible – but also made your anxiety sky rocket each time, because you know if he wanted to, he would simply leave in the middle of his plans with Timo and Jesper, no amount of convincing able to keep him there.

“Alright, don’t forget your shirts,” you start to remind him. You turn your body to look behind you, hearing a chorus of “Lukey!” and “Moose!” ring out, signaling Luke was finally back with the food. “Hey, I gotta go Jesp, Luke just got back with the food. Be safe!” you rush out before hanging up, making your way back into the small crowd.

You weave through bodies until you reach your kitchen, watching Luke attempt to sit down the large disposable trays.

“Luke, please don’t drop those,” you run over to him, helping him slide the heavy food onto your kitchen island.

You unstack the pans, making sure each one is unharmed and an appropriate distance from the edge of the counter.

“C’mon, Y/N, have a little more faith in me than that. I can carry a few trays of food,” he tells you, dramatically flexing his arms at you.  

You roll your eyes at the curly-headed giant. Checking the time on your phone, you figure you have enough time to try and set up the food a little bit before Nico gets here. Opening the various pans, you freeze.

“Luke…what is this?” you ask him, a cold feeling washing over you.

Luke furrows his brows at you, peeking over your shoulder from his spot behind you. “The food you asked me to get? Is this a trick question?”

You dropped the flimsy lid, condensation from the hot dish flying everywhere.

When you were thinking about what food you wanted to have for the party, you knew it would be in the off-season, the Devils losing their playoff spot pretty early this season. So, you figured it would be a good time to order a few pans of his favorite dishes from his favorite Italian restaurant.

You ordered a pan of their lasagna, chicken parm, and a large pan of a steak and pasta dish specific to the restaurant. You had called them to confirm this morning, which is how you found out it was marked as pick up instead of delivery, causing Luke to have to drive forty-five minutes one way in order to grab the food.

What you were unaware of, however, is the fact that this restaurant, apparently, also caters an array of vegan options.

When you opened the three pans, you were met with a large pan of what looked like roasted cauliflower with tomato sauce, eggplant boats covered in pesto, and what looked like breaded and baked zucchini. 

You had no issue with vegan food, some of it being some of the most delicious food you’ve ever eaten, but this is not at all what you envisioned surprising Nico with.

“I ordered lasagna, chicken parm, and steak pasta. There is no chicken, parm, steak, or layered noodles in front of me right now,” you try to keep your tone even and calm, knowing it’s not Luke’s fault.

“I swear, they handed me the box of food that had your name on it. I even checked the receipt and everything,” Luke defended himself.

You can feel the tears welling up, despite your attempt at taking big, deep breaths to avoid your emotions getting the best of you.

When the first tear falls over, the rest come crashing out before you could even stop them. You bring your face to your hands and start sobbing, upset that you couldn’t have everything be perfect for such an important day for Nico.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Luke coos as he wraps you in a hug, your face still hidden by your hands. “You’re going to ruin your make-up. You don’t want to greet Nico while looking like a little raccoon, do you?” you let out a chuckle at Luke’s words, his attempt at cheering you up working for a quick moment.

You bring your hands away from your face, sniffling and trying to carefully wipe your eyes. Luke keeps you trapped in a hug, giving you a few moments to collect yourself before stepping back, rubbing your arms instead.

“I just wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted Nico to walk in here and see all of his friends here, ready to celebrate him. I wanted to surprise him with his favorite meal and his favorite cake from his favorite bakery, since he doesn’t ever get this stuff during the season. But instead he gets an orange cake and a vegan dinner,” you huff, gesturing to the food in front of you.

“Well, he’ll definitely be surprised,” Luke attempts another joke, this one earning a sarcastic laugh instead of a genuine one. “Listen, we can fix it, okay? We’ll call the place and get a refund then order a few pizzas, alright? It’ll be fine. Everyone likes pizza.”

He bends his knees so he’s eye level with you, trying to gauge your reaction to his suggestion.

You look over to the food on the counter, bringing a sliver of your bottom lip in-between your teeth, mulling the idea over in your head.

“Yeah, we can do that. Everyone does like pizza, don’t they?” you try to convince yourself pizza will be fine, you could just take Nico out to dinner for his Italian food later this week.

“They sure do. And lucky for you, I have the best pizzeria in Hoboken on speed dial. I’ll make them do a rush order for their favorite customer,” Luke winks down at you, stepping away to pull out his phone and make the last-minute order.

You cover the food in front of you back up, picking up each tray and tossing them in the trash can at the end of your island, knowing that a group of hungry hockey players wouldn’t want three trays worth of vegetables to eat for party food.

You stand in the middle of the kitchen, trying to compose yourself and wipe away any mascara residue when Jack comes running through the open doorway, frantic eyes landing on you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Why do you look like you’ve been crying? Jesper just texted and said they’re on the elevator on their way up,” he rushes out, walking towards you to make sure you’re alright.

“Catering mishap, Luke’s ordering pizza now. Don’t worry, I’m fine. Go grab him, quick,” you suddenly perk up, nerves bubbling in your stomach.

As you follow Jack out of the kitchen and make your way to the front of the small crowd at the end of your entry way, all you can think about is hoping Nico likes what you’ve done. You hope he doesn’t think the decorations are too tacky, or that the shirts are weird. You hope he’s okay with eating greasy pizza and orange cake. You hope he likes the custom Halifax and Devils split jersey you plan to gift him later to represent where he started and where he is now. Overall, you just hope he understands how proud you are of him.

You see Jack and Luke walk up beside you out of the corner of your eye, matching with the rest of their teammates that are surrounding you. Luke leans down to whisper “Pizza’s ordered, it’ll be here in twenty,” into your ear before standing back to his original height and facing forward, waiting on his captain to walk through the door.

You’re suddenly hit with a thought about how thankful you are for the people surrounding you. For Jack and Luke who dealt with your demanding and crazy self today, talking you off of ledges and running around doing your bidding all day long. You’re thankful for the teammates that showed up today, ready to celebrate the captain they love almost as much as you do. You’re thankful for Timo and Jesper, making sure Nico stays in the dark about the surprise, doing everything in their power to keep him out of your hair until this moment.

You’re so incredibly thankful that the universe has allowed you to not only love someone as kind, loving, and special as Nico, but that he loves you back just as much. You also gained an entire family through Nico, his teammates treating you like one of their own, showing you just as much love and care as they do him. You’ve found some of your best friends through him, Jack, Luke, Timo, and Jesper being four of the best people you’ve ever had in your life.

The sound of the front door opening distracts you from your sentimental thoughts. You see Jesper enter first, his Nico shirt looking a little out of place paired with his golf pants. Nico follows him in, blindfolded. You have to stop a snort from making its way out, not knowing Timo and Jesper were going to resort to blindfolding him. Timo follows a step behind Nico, hands on his shoulders, guiding him and preventing him from bumping into anything.

Timo guides him to a few feet in front of you, stopping him before dropping his hands from his shoulders.

“Alright, Cap, you can take your blindfold off now,” Jesper tells him, him and Timo quickly stepping over to where you stand, joining the rest of their team.

Nico reaches up the untie the blindfold on his head. “I swear to god, if you guys did this just to mess with me and take me to another bar I’m going to kill both of you. I told you I just wanted to go home to Y/N-“ Nico stops mid-sentence when the cloth falls into his hands.

A loud, “Surprise!” rings out around the room, Nico’s eyes darting to each person, then down to their shirts.

You stand there, smiling at his shocked face.

“What-“ he starts, but stops, speechless at the scene in front of him.

You step forward the few feet to him, his gaze finally landing on you.

“Happy draft anniversary, baby,” you tell him, smiling up at him.

He looks down at you, eyebrows furrowing. You can tell he didn’t remember what day it was until this moment, his eyes looking around the room again, understanding settling in on the choice of shirts.

“You did all this? For me?” he asks, a smile taking over his face as he looks down on you.

“Well, duh,” you tell him. “Your seven-year draft anniversary is a big deal, you know?”

He beams down at you, the amount of love in his eyes enough to nearly knock you down.

“I love you, you know that?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your body close to his.

“I think you’ve told me once or twice,” you tease.

He rolls his eyes at you, bringing his lips down to meet yours. The kiss is innocent and sweet, considering most of his team is stood behind you, but it was enough to cause a feeling of warmth to wash over you, all the way down to your toes.

When you pull back from the kiss you can’t help but to keep smiling at him. “Alright, go greet your teammates now. I’ll find you later,” you tell him, patting him on the chest as you step back.

Nico gives you a wink before he walks over to his friends and teammates, making his way through hugs and handshakes.

You mostly sit back and observe for most of the night, splitting off from the festivities when the pizza was delivered, placing it in the kitchen and announcing everyone to just serve themselves.

You make your way around your apartment, conversing with Nico’s various coworkers. You cross paths with Nico a few times, each time he tried to whisk you away to your shared bedroom, but you insisted he have a good time with his friends, there’ll be plenty of time for the two of you later. You stick around Jack and Luke some, but finding yourself in a corner talking to Nicole, Jesper’s girlfriend towards the end of the night.

“Y/N, seriously, this is great. I wish I would have thought of something like this for Jesper. Nico hit the jackpot with you,” Nicole compliments.

Your cheeks redden. “He deserves it. I mean, he left everything he’d ever known in Switzerland to come here and pursue this. And look how well he did for himself,” you turn to look over at him standing with Jonas and Erik, Jonas attempting his turn at pinning the devil horns on the large poster of Nico on the wall.

You’ve always been amazed at Nico’s bravery and determination to pursue this dream, knowing how hard it was for you to move just a few states away from your family, much less halfway across the world. He proved every single person that told him he wouldn’t make it wrong, not only getting drafted, but being the first overall pick. And now he earned his captaincy on top of that, proving he’s not only a phenomenal player, but an even better teammate and leader.

“I think he did very well for himself, and not just in reference to hockey, either,” she tells you, leaning over and placing a hand on your leg to emphasize her point.

You look down, not particularly knowing how to respond to her compliments.

“Hey, Y/N, want us to stick around and help clean up,” you hear a voice ask you, turning around to see only Jack, Luke, Jesper and Timo remaining.

Nico walks over to you as Nicole stands and joins Jesper.

“Nah, you guys head out. We’ll call you tomorrow if we need any help,” Nico answers for you, standing behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze.

“That’s code for ‘get out you goons, I’m trying to be alone with my girl right now,’” Jack says, earning a chuckle from the group.

You and Nico walk everyone to the door, saying your goodbyes before shutting the apartment door and turning around to observe the state of your apartment.

“Don’t even think about trying to clean anything up tonight. You’re not lifting a finger for the rest of the night,” Nico threatens, slipping his arms around your torso from behind, burying his face in your neck.

“C’mon, at least let me clean up the cups your lazy teammates didn’t throw away,” you pat his hands, starting to walk him over to start picking up the red, plastic cups.

“Alright, but after that we’re going to the bedroom and aren’t leaving until this time tomorrow,” Nico points a finger at you as he separates from your body.

The two of you gather all of the stray cups, bringing them into the kitchen to throw them away. You notice the empty pizza boxes, breaking a few of them down while asking Nico to put the leftovers in your fridge so they don’t ruin.

“What’s in the box?” he asks, grabbing the white cake box and dragging it out of the fridge.

“Oh no! I totally forgot about the cake!” you exclaim.

“You bought me a cake?” Nico opens the box.

He looks up at you, amusement in his eyes. “Schatz, why did you get me an orange Devils cake?”

You groan, bringing your hands up to rake them down your face.

“It was supposed to be red, but the bakery fucked it up and I didn’t know until they delivered it,” you explained, walking over to stand next to him as he looks between the cake and you.

“The catering was messed up too,” you continued. “I tried to order your favorite dishes from that Italian place you like, but they sent a bunch of vegan dishes instead, so Luke had to order pizza last minute.”

Nico lets out a laugh at your confession. “So, you threw me a draft anniversary party with an orange cake and vegan food?” he teases, closing the lid to the cake box and turning his body to face you.

You give him a pout. “Don’t make fun of me, I was trying to be nice to you.”

This earns another laugh, Nico placing his hands on either side of your pouting face.

“You could have thrown me a party with water soup as the entrée and ice cubes as appetizers and I would still think it’s the best party I’ve ever been to, simply because you planned it,” he tells you, looking down into your eyes.

“You meant it? You enjoyed yourself tonight?” you ask him earnestly, that small seed of worry making its way back into your brain.

Nico doesn’t answer, he leans down to kiss you for the second time that night. This time, though, he wasn’t as slow and sweet as he was when you had an audience.

His kiss isn’t rushed, but with his tongue slipping its way into your mouth, it quickly turns into a partial make-out session in your kitchen.

He pulls back once the two of you need to come up for air, resting his forehead against yours.

“I had a blast tonight. The shirts were a nice touch, by the way,” he smirks at you.

You let out a giggle, thinking of how funny it was when he registered all of his teammates were wearing his face on their chest.

“Thank you, seriously,” his tone turns serious. “I can’t even begin to explain to you what this means to me. I just wish I could’ve had you by my side from the start.”

You look at him through his long lashes, not being able to think about anything except for how much you love him at this moment.

“Well, you’ll have me until the end of it. Or until you get sick of me, whichever comes first,” you joke, causing Nico to pull his forehead back from yours.

He uses his hands that are still on your face to tilt your head up to look at him. “Not possible. If anyone gets sick of anyone around here it’s going to be you getting sick of me, because I never want to be anywhere but by your side.”

You just stare up at him, shaking your head in a no motion, the intensity of his stare taking any words from the tip of your tongue.

You both just stand there, staring at each other for what feels like hours, but was really just a few moments.

“Enough of us just standing in the kitchen, I think it’s time we take this little party to our bedroom so I can really show you how thankful I am,” he breaks the silence, his eyes going from love to lust before you could even blink.

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, just throwing you over his shoulder while you squeal, carrying you to your bedroom. As you pass all of the decorations on the hallway walls on your way to the bedroom, you’re already thinking of how you can make year eight’s anniversary even better, especially if Nico is as thankful next year as he proves to be this year, thanking you over and over and over again once you reach your bedroom.

[hqbaby]

twenty-two — right and wrong

mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader

⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to. when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.

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word count. 3k content. profanity, alcohol consumption

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

Everyone has just finished unloading their bags. More than a few of your friends are already zooming through the place you’ve rented for the next three days, soaking in its beauty. It’s a pretty house, a cozy spot with three bedrooms and a nice open living room with a fireplace and a bunch of soft chairs and couches. There’s a kitchen that you doubt you’ll use, Kento already unpacking the cases of beer you bought for the trip and Maki stocking the fridge with enough food to feed an army.

You’re standing in the foyer with Sukuna at your side. When he speaks, he has his head bent in shame, his eyes shifting away from yours. What could he have to say?

You frown. “What is it?”

He looks at you, his expression supplicating. “You promise you won’t leave me?”

“You’re scaring me,” you say, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “Sukuna, what is it?”

He takes your hands in his and shakes his head. “This is serious,” he tells you. “You gotta promise.”

“Okay,” you say, nodding with uncertainty. “Tell me. What is it?”

He leans in close, looking around to see if anyone else is listening. Then, he whispers, “I’ve never skied before.”

You snort, erupting into laughter as your boyfriend pouts at your response. He turns to walk away, but you grab his arm, trying your best to calm down. “I’m sorry,” you say, between hiccups. “I just—that was not what I was expecting.”

He shakes his head, putting you in a headlock and mussing your hair as you continue to giggle. “You’re so mean,” he says, laughing now as well. Your laughter is infectious, and Sukuna’s never been immune to it. “You’re gonna have to teach me because I’m gonna look like an idiot in front of your friends.”

“What’s so funny?” Maki asks as she approaches you, already smiling at just how loud your laughter is. Mahito follows after her, slinging his arm around her shoulder which she quickly escapes. “Holy shit, get off of me.”

The boy sticks his tongue out at her. “You’re no fun.”

“And you have no concept of personal space,” Maki tells him. When Sukuna lets you go, she stands behind you like a little kid hiding from her bully. “Don’t let him get near me.”

You shoot her a glance, then a devilish grin overcomes your features and you’re bolting away. “Sorry, Maki! Every man for himself!”

Soon, you and Maki are running for your lives as Mahito attempts to catch the two of you, all three of you panting through your laughter. Sukuna watches as you and your friend decide to team up and turn on the boy, tackling him to the ground and demanding that he surrender. He can’t help but stare at you, your grin bright against the backdrop of snow, dazzling and picturesque.

He remembers when you first met, when he found you on the rooftop of the building. It was like you were waiting for something to happen, that you were hoping that things would change. He doesn’t know what propelled him to approach you, but he knows that it was something he needed to do. It was as if he had no other choice.

Meeting you that afternoon was always the way it was supposed to be. It was fate—if Sukuna let himself believe in such a thing.

Mahito eventually manages to drag himself away from you and Maki, running behind Sukuna to use him as a human shield. “That girlfriend of yours,” he lets out a low whistle, “she’s absolutely feral.”

You throw one of your gloves at the boy and make a face. “I’m feral?” you ask as you and Maki approach the two boys. “Says the guy who ate all the food in the club office fridge with my name on them.”

“All food in the fridge is for sharing!” he tried to reason, dodging your attempts at pulling his hair by placing Sukuna in front of him. “I’m gonna tell Kento you’re trying to attack me.”

You gasp. “You would not.”

Mahito grins now, baring his teeth as he sprints away and into the house. “Try and stop me!”

You try to chase after him, but Sukuna wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. You glance over at your boyfriend, pretending to make a look of protest as you sink into his touch.

“I can’t believe you’re helping Mahito,” you whine, turning to face him. You cup his cheeks and pout. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Maki says, turning to follow after Mahito. As she walks away, she calls out to you, “Don’t fuck in the snow!”

Sukuna presses his nose to yours. “I wonder what constitutes as fucking.”

You chuckle, closing your eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck. The two of you stay there for a moment, holding each other close, swaying to the beat of a song only the two of you can hear. You’re both in your own little world right now, a snow-covered utopia that belongs to no one else but you and Sukuna.

You open your eyes and you find his still closed as he shifts his weight from leg to leg, gently moving you along with the breeze. Your eyes trace the curve of his nose, the bow of his lip, the sliver of a scar on his forehead from that one time the two of you jumped into a lake and things didn’t turn out as you had planned. His face is a face you’ve seen countless times before, a face you’ve known before you even truly knew yourself.

This is Sukuna, you tell yourself. Sukuna in all his mess, in all his boyish charm. Sukuna, the boy you’ve known for years now. Sukuna, your best friend.

“‘Kuna,” you whisper, letting one hand run over the side of his head.

His eyes open and he stares at you, a look you’ve now come to recognize as his unwavering love for you. “Yeah, tiger?”

You take a deep breath, letting the words fill you before you allow them to slip out. “I love you,” you tell him, the words dripping into the small span of air between the two of you.

He looks surprised for a moment before his features soften into recognition. “You mean it this time.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve never meant it before,” he tells you softly. He squeezes your hips and smiles. “Don’t lie to me. I know you didn’t mean it.”

You swallow, nodding hesitantly. “I wasn’t sure,” you say quietly. “But I am now. I think I am.”

He raises one hand to your face and brushes your cheek with his fingers. “Thank you,” he tells you. Then he bursts into a grin. “I love you too. In case you didn’t know already.”

You giggle, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “You’re so stupid.”

“Whatcha looking at?” Nobara asks, popping up behind Kento to startle him. She laughs when he jumps a little, turning to frown at her. She peers over his shoulder at the view from the window. Her eyes widen in realization. “Oh shit. Sorry.”

Kento frowns. “What the fuck are you apologizing for?”

She rolls her eyes, unconvinced by whatever act he thinks he’s pulling off. “Everyone knows, Kento,” she tells him. “You’re not very good at hiding it.”

The man walks away, pretending like he doesn’t hear Nobara calling after him, and disappears into one of the rooms in the house. Nobara sighs, turning to look back out the window at you and Sukuna, your boyfriend now hoisting you onto his shoulders as you shriek in protest, the two of you laughing as he carries you into the house.

She has to admit it’s been a while since she’s seen you this happy. While you and Satoru were good for each other for the longest time, the last bit of your relationship had you stuck in a state of both guilt and despair. She hasn’t seen you smile this much in a long time.

“They look happy, don’t they?”

Nobara turns to find Naoya looking over her shoulder. She scowls at him. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he asks innocently. “We all want what’s best for her, don’t we?”

She hums, crossing her arms over her chest. “And what would you say is best for her?”

“Oh, we already know that,” he tells her, a glint in his eye. He and Nobara turn to the front door as you and Sukuna stumble inside. “And she knows it too. She just refuses to accept it.”

Nobara grabs his arm, leading him away from you and your boyfriend. She shoots him a warning look. “Leave her alone, Naoya,” she tells him, voice low. “You already messed with her once.”

He shakes his head. “Let’s not forget,” he whispers, eyes flitting over to the foyer where you and Sukuna are changing out of your boots, “I didn’t do it all on my own. She did it too.”

You’re in the kitchen with Utahime and Maki, waiting for a giant pot of instant ramen to cook. It turns out that, even far away from campus, there is no way to truly escape it—instant ramen follows you everywhere.

The three of you are happily buzzed, the first bottles of beers having been passed around a few minutes ago. Maki is standing behind you, holding your back to her chest, resting her chin on your shoulder, a lazy grin on her face as the two of you listen to Utahime rant about some girl she was talking to who ended up ghosting her for a week.

“What department is she from?” you ask, waving your bottle around more than you probably would if you weren’t tipsy. “I’ll hunt her down.”

Utahime sighs, dropping her head. “She’s a music major.”

Maki clicks her tongue. “She doesn’t deserve you then.”

“Here, here!” you say, raising your bottle. The two girls clink theirs against it. “We should set you up with someone. Do you want a guy this time?”

“What about one of the guys on this trip,” Maki suggests.

Utahime shakes her head. “Nuh-uh,” she says. She looks at you. “They’re either your ex, in love with you, or obsessed with you. No way I’m jumping into that mess.”

You nearly choke on your drink. “What?” you wheeze. “That’s not true at all!”

“She’s right,” Maki chimes in, digging her chin deeper into your shoulder. She laughs as you attempt to push her head away. “Aoi has no interest in her whatsoever. Mahito too.”

“And Kento, and Naoya, and Suguru, and absolutely everyone else,” you say, reaching behind you to pinch Maki’s side.

She jumps back, pulling her arms away from you. “So defensive,” she says, pouting as she rubs the spot you pinched.

Utahime laughs and turns to the stove to stir the pot. “This is almost done.”

“Yay! Food!” you cheer, walking over to the cupboard to pull out some bowls. “What are the chances that the boys won’t just eat the ramen directly from the pot?”

“Depends on how hungry they are,” Maki says, hopping onto the counter beside you.

As you count out enough bowls for everyone—Maki unhelpfully messing with your count by calling out random numbers—the kitchen door opens. Kimi stands at the door, an apologetic smile on her face.

“Sorry, it’s just… they took out the Twister and I really didn’t want to play,” she says. “Is it okay if I just sit here for a bit?”

You smile and nod at the kitchen table. “Of course,” you tell her. “Go make yourself comfortable. We were just talking.”

“Thanks,” Kimi says. Her eyes flick over to your wrist then back at you. “I love your bracelet.”

You glance down. “Oh, thank you,” you say, a soft laugh escaping you. ��This is actually Nobara’s. I don’t think she’s noticed that it’s missing just yet.”

Kimi grins. “I won’t tell.”

You turn back to counting the bowls and Maki joins Kimi at the table. “You’re on the cheer team, right?” she asks her. “I’ve seen you guys perform a few times. You’re really good.”

Kimi hums, visibly relaxing at the welcome she’s received from your group. If she’s being honest, she was worried you’d just throw her out, ask her to leave as soon as she stepped inside. Her eyes glance over at you, quietly picking the utensils out of the drawer, and she wonders why she was worried in the first place. You may be her boyfriend’s ex, but you’ve never been a mean person. There’s no reason for you to start treating her badly now.

The four of you chat about everything and nothing, asking about what classes you plan on taking for the next term, which professors to avoid, which ones to take. You get to know more about Kimi and she becomes less and less of the fractured image of “Satoru’s current girlfriend” that you had in your head and more of an actual person.

It isn’t long before you’re sitting at the table with her, all of you talking about your plans after graduation, the uncertainty of the future. Your hopes. Your dreams. Your doubts.

“I’m never getting married,” Utahime says, turning the stove off. “I just don’t see it happening.”

You nod, cracking open a beer and handing it to Maki. “I understand that.”

Kimi tilts her head, looking at you. “You don’t think you’ll get married?” she asks.

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I didn’t exactly have the perfect model for marriage growing up. My parents are… well, my parents. Their relationship was always a mess. I don’t know if I see myself going through that.”

“Not to mention your shitty commitment issues,” Maki says. The alcohol has loosened her tongue a little, and she knows that on any other occasion, she wouldn’t have said that, but here she is.

You roll your eyes, shoving her shoulder. You don’t blame her though, she has a point.

“What shitty commitment issues?” Utahime asks, frowning as if not knowing about the inner workings of your psyche has somehow left her out of the loop.

You shake your head. “It’s nothing,” you say. “Just a general tendency to run away from difficult things.”

“Now, that I understand,” Kimi says. She’s also clearly a little tipsy now too. “My sister’s like that. Left a guy at the altar because she realized she couldn’t stand seeing his hair in the drain.”

You all laugh. “That’s a bit extreme, but she’s got the spirit,” you say.

Utahime picks up the pot of ramen and nods at the door to the dining room. “Time to feed the kids,” she says, following after Maki who opens the door for her.

You and Kimi get caught behind for a minute as Utahime takes care not to spill the food. You look over at Kimi and offer her a smile, more familiar now, not just the usual polite kind that you always give her.

“I’m glad we got to talk,” you tell her.

She gapes, surprised by your sudden statement. “Yeah,” she says after she’s gotten over the initial shock. “I’m really glad too.”

You push the door open for her. “I’m happy Satoru found you,” you tell her. “You’re exactly what he deserves.”

Before she can say anything back, Sukuna is showing up at your side, dragging you away to talk about how he crushed everyone else at Twister.

“Hey.” Satoru. “You good?”

He wraps his arm around her shoulder and squeezes her to his side. He blinks at her expectantly, waiting for an answer.

She clears her throat and nods, leaning into his touch. “Yeah,” she says, the corners of her lips lifting into a smile. “I’m good.”

Her eyes catch on you in the corner, curled up in your boyfriend’s lap as the two of you laugh about something or other. She looks over at Satoru, holding her tight, talking to Suguru about whether or not they forgot to turn off the light in their living room before they left, and she thinks, Maybe this is right. Maybe this is exactly how this is all supposed to be.

After dinner, you all gather in the living room, scattered in different seats. A few of you are nursing beers, a few have tapped out for the night, a few have started on some bottles of hard alcohol that you begged Kento to buy for the trip.

You’re on the couch in front of the fireplace with Maki and Nobara, Sukuna seated on the floor in front of you as you weave tiny braids in his hair. “We should do something fun,” you suggest to everyone, drawing their attention.

“What’s a fun game?” Aoi wonders aloud.

“Spin the bottle!” Mahito suggests.

You make a face. “That’s so high school.”

“Seven minutes in heaven!”

“That’s so much worse,” Maki says, tossing a throw pillow at Mahito. “You’re banned from suggesting anything else.”

“Oh! I know!” Nobara jumps up from her seat. “Hide-and-seek!”

Utahime raises her hand. “I vote for that.”

You follow. “Me too!” you say, nudging your boyfriend. “You have to agree, babe.”

Sukuna springs into action. “Oh, yeah, I wanna play hide-and-seek!”

“You won’t play my games, but you’ll play hide-and-seek?” Mahito says, sulking as everyone starts to agree as well. He lets out a defeated sigh and nods. “Fine, I’ll play hide-and-seek too.”

“Great!” you say, clapping your hands together. “So who’s gonna seek?”

notes. i’m just gonna… leave this here… and run away 🏃‍♀️‍➡️

[bobateabluu]

In Your Arms

drunk!ningning x gf!reader

request - can you write drunk!ningning x gf!reader? Fluff 🥺🫶🏻

a/n - since drunk ningning was mentioned in live my life chapter 2, i decided to go with the same setting. this may or may not be related to the series but i'll see about that later on 😏 hope you like it anon!

warnings - alcohol, suggestive themes

baby, i can’t wait to see you later. let me know when you’re on the way. 💜

you stared at your girlfriend’s message contemplating on how to tell her you wouldn’t be able to make it on such a special night.

tonight’s occasion was to celebrate the release of aespa’s first full-length album, which was a milestone for any artist, including ningning and her members. having been dating for almost two years now, you witnessed firsthand on how hard they worked over the months with packed schedules of recordings, shooting music videos, and learning new choreography. you and ningning hadn’t seen each other in weeks, and this was the one night she had asked you to be there.

you did everything you could not to miss it, even submitting pending proposals a week ahead and coming into work much earlier today. but as you were getting ready to leave, fate had other plans and your boss stormed in, informing the staff that last minute revisions needed to be made for the latest project you were working on. you tried your best to reason with him, but as the team’s leader, you knew you couldn’t leave the rest of the staff behind to sort out everything on their own. so you sat back down at your desk and brought out your laptop, cursing under your breath.

ning.. i won’t be able to make it. there’s an emergency at the office and i can’t leave until it’s settled. i’m so sorry, baby. i’ll make it up to you i swear.

ningning’s heart dropped as she read your message. throughout the time you had been together, she knew dating her wasn’t easy. aside from having to keep you a secret from the outside world, you had to put up with her hectic schedules which led to weeks, sometimes months, of not being in each other’s arms. having been so busy with work herself, of course she understood why you couldn’t be there. but she couldn’t deny that the night wouldn’t be complete without the comfort of your presence.

in every concert, fan event, and even backstage, ningning searched for you in the crowd. seeing her girlfriend’s proud smile in the sea of fans always made her proud of herself too, letting her shine even brighter when she was on stage. you kept her sane throughout all the ups and downs of idol life. you were her rock. and even if she and her members were the stars of the night, she just wanted to share every achievement with you by her side.

ningning let out a deep sigh as she put her phone away. it just didn’t feel right knowing you weren’t near at a time like this, but she knew she had to carry on for the night. it was a celebration for aespa after all, and she decided to enjoy it either way.

the night went on with the girls having to smile for the cameras, doing interview after interview with the press. but as the clock struck 12, it was the start of the after party. the room’s focus had shifted from aespa to the night’s main dj, allowing them to finally have some fun without all eyes being on them. the blaring music blasted through the speakers and the dance floor was packed, while waiters were in a frenzy, running around the hall serving drinks for the night’s attendees.

ningning spent the after party in a state of ecstasy with winter, giselle, and karina, dancing hand in hand with each of her members. after enduring months of hard work, they deserved a night to themselves like this. but despite the ongoing celebration, she still wished she was dancing with you instead. and it didn’t help that she noticed karina making subtle glances with the pretty dj throughout the night, reminding her of how she would send you her own flirty smiles when she would spot you in the crowd. she missed you, but she couldn’t let the weight of her emotions bring down the mood. so she continued dancing the night away and clinking glasses with her members, thinking the alcohol would make her forget about your sudden absence. but in the heat of the celebration and one too many shots later, things started feeling fuzzy.

back in your office, the atmosphere was much different from where your girlfriend was. you and your coworkers were huddled around the conference table, each pitching in ideas on how to make the perfect layout for the project you were working on. but with enough brainstorming, you came up with a design that matched every requirement your client was asking for. you hurriedly presented it to your boss and your team was finally allowed to clock out, leaving you with just enough time to catch the after party.

as you raced to your car, you were stopped by the sudden buzzing of your phone with an incoming call from your girlfriend. you were frantic to pick up and explain, already anticipating the disappointment you would hear in ningning’s voice.

“baby, i’m sorry. i tried to get out of it i promise but i just couldn’t leave.“

you were surprised as a different voice responded. it was familiar, but it definitely wasn’t your girl’s. “y/n, it’s giselle.”

“where’s ning?” a sense of nervousness washed over you. for one of her members to be calling you at this hour, you just knew something wasn’t right. “she drank way too much.. and now she’s nearly passed out.”

“i’m on my way.”

you and ningning had your fair share of drunken nights out before, but tonight was different. a sense of guilt flooded your thoughts not just because you missed a special event for her, but also that you weren’t right there to take care of her. she was the most important person in your life, and knowing she wasn’t alright had you worried sick to your stomach.

as you arrived at the venue, you hurriedly parked your car and made your way inside. giselle had arranged for one of their managers to meet you and you were led into one of the private rooms right behind the hall. your eyes grew wide as you spotted your girlfriend, seated on a couch with her head thrown back and half-lidded eyes. by the lingering smell of alcohol and the way she slurred her words, you could tell she definitely had too much to drink.

“y-y/n? what are y-you doing here?”

“giselle called me. i came as fast as i could.” as soon as she realized you were finally by her side, ningning flopped over and clung to you like a baby. the warmth of your skin mixed with the familiar scent of your perfume immediately allowed her to let her guard down, giving in to the throbbing she felt in her temples. with the safety she now felt in your arms and the haze of alcohol in her system, she just couldn’t fight to stay awake. it was time to take her home.

aespa’s staff didn’t hesitate to leave ningning in your care. you thanked them and her members for watching over her as you gently laid her down in your car’s passenger seat, careful not to wake her.

the drive from the building to your apartment wasn’t long, but you couldn’t help but make glances at your girlfriend who was sound asleep right next to you. you observed how her long eyelashes rested on her face as her eyes were closed, making her eyeshadow shimmer through the passing street lights. her deep breathing echoed in the car, and the soft snore you heard escape her lips just sounded so adorable. even in her drunken state, ningning still looked as beautiful as ever.

“i know you’re in love with me but please keep your eyes on the road.”

you were surprised to hear your girlfriend’s voice, not knowing she came to her senses halfway through the ride and caught you admiring her. “how can i not stare at you when you look so good in that dress?” you said with a chuckle as you took her hand in yours, kissing the back of her palm while your other hand continued driving down the road.

ningning could name countless reasons why she loved you, but one that stood out is that you were always so understanding of her. not once did it cross your mind to call her reckless for what had happened tonight. you were always so kind and so gentle with her, always making sure her needs came first. you made her feel so lucky just to be sitting in your familiar passenger seat, which made her spend the rest of the ride home admiring you too.

once you reached your apartment, you quickly helped ningning change into something more comfortable and settled with her onto your bed. she immediately rested her head in the crook of your neck, letting out a sigh of contentment from the warmth of your touch.

“i missed you tonight.” she whispered next to your ear, pulling you even closer. you kissed her forehead as you brushed loose strands of her hair to see the pretty face you hadn’t seen in weeks. “i know baby, i’m sorry.”

“didn’t you say you were gonna make it up to me?” she said playfully, but you were too in your thoughts of planning out the perfect date for her to realize she was hinting at something else.

“of course. i’ll take the whole day off tomorrow and we can go to that thai place you wanted to try and-“

“y/n, just kiss me already.”

with a soft smile, you pulled your girlfriend in as your lips finally met. your kisses were slow, full of love and warmth, but soon turned into deeper, more passionate kisses filled with longing. your bodies intertwined, craving each other’s touch you both so desperately needed. you hadn’t seen each other in weeks, and tonight you were going to show her just how much you missed her.

in your eyes, ningning was always beautiful whether on or off the stage, but you adored her the most in intimate moments like this when it felt like only you and her existed in the world. you were her rock after all, and she was yours too. in the warmth of each other’s arms, you were home.

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

If you’re still doing prompts, could I request 15? Thank you!

Heyo so sorry for the wait!!! Hope you like it!

Kill.

It's not a word he's unfamiliar with. He's condemned people to be killed before, he's killed people before, but it has always been for his benefit. It has always been to protect himself, to gain money, and not once had the thought of killing to protect someone else crossed his mind.

That is until he met you.

You were kind, your heart open to any who came across but you still hid your darkest secrets deep within, secrets only he was privy to. While others held him at bay with a stake, you had let him in, dancing along to his melody in those late nights, whispering words that were so unfamiliar yet familiar. Maybe it was the way you said them, with that earnest look in your eyes, stirring emotions he thought he had lost a long time ago.

His hands ghost over your skin, tracing pattern after pattern as he has done so many times before, but this time he means every stroke. He wants to feel you, to hear your breaths in his ears, your blood thrumming through your veins. All he can give you is himself, his body, his ability to kill, and none of it can even begin to compare to everything you've given him.

His daggers sink into flesh as lifeblood pours out onto the floor, staining it a deep crimson. He stands over the man who tried to kill you, chest heaving for breaths he doesn't need and dodges as a dagger flies in his direction. With a flash of steel, his daggers bury themselves in yet another threat and sweet crimson liquid floods his tongue. He turns to check on you but you get to him first, anxiously fretting over him.

Your fingers brush along his bloodied strands of hair, sending tingles up his spine whenever your warm skin makes contact with his cold undead skin. His own bloodstained hand reaches up, fingertips hovering over your hand as he watches you, lost and confused. You glance around, checking that no one else is watching before slipping your hand into his, giving his hand a squeeze. Your hand leaves, now stained with the blood that is on his hand but you're smiling softly, gazing at him with such fondness that a strange warmth blooms in his chest.

He's never felt this way before.

He slips out of camp that night, dagger in hand and sinks the blade into the shadowy figure leaning against the tree. The figure drops to the ground, knife clattering in the dirt which he picks up, stowing it away before disposing the body. He sneaks back into camp, silently ducking into his tent where you continue to lie fast asleep.

He gets rid of his bloody clothes, hiding them in a corner he knows you will never find and slips into the bedroll you share, watching as your chest gently rises and falls, your sleep undisturbed. You shift, burrowing closer to him and he wraps an arm around you, burying his face in your hair.

You mumble something incoherently, clutching at his shirt so that you can curl up against him, nestling in his embrace. He feels a tightness in his chest, a flickering warmth spreading through his body that causes tears to prick the corners of his eyes.

No matter how bloodstained his hands are, how dirty he is, you always hold him without any reservations. Your hands always cradle him, gently caressing his face, whispering words of reassurance, love, and care. Whenever you hold him, you look as if you're holding the whole world in your hands. Your devotion to him, the way you always make your neck available to his fangs, the way you speak up for him when he struggles to, nothing he does can ever come close to paying the debt he's racked up.

So he does the one thing you can never bring yourself to do — kill. He plunges his daggers into the hearts of his enemies, your enemies, he tears open the throats of any who dare to hurt you, and cuts down all who stand against you. He kills and kills and kills, hoping that with each life he takes he can get just that little bit closer to repaying you.

And then you whisper the words he needed to hear.

"Repay me? Hmm I suppose you could do that by spending more time with me." You flash him a wide grin, his favourite laugh slipping from your lips. "There's nothing to repay though, really."

When you say those words, a weight is lifted from his chest but doubt still lingers. His gaze searches you for lies but you really mean it, and he's at a loss. His fingers brush over the hilt of the dagger tucked into his belt, unsure of what to do now.

He watches as you leave to talk to the others, mind churning with questions. All you want is for him to spend more time with you, and he supposes he can do that, but is there really nothing more he can offer you? He turns the dagger in his hand, its steel catching the sunlight and feels its reassuring weight in his palm. No, he can still offer you his daggers, for there will always be those who try to take advantage of your kind nature, and he will make them regret it.

With a twirl of his dagger, he thrusts the blade into your would-be assailant, relishing in the assailant's shocked face as his body collapses to the floor, covered in blood. His gaze turns to your figure standing in front of a fruit store, oblivious to the danger you were in moments before, and lets out a small huff of annoyance, making his way over to you.

Even if he constantly watched your back, you could at least have some sense of self-preservation. Still, it gave him a purpose, it made him feel needed. His daggers were still useful, his ability to kill was still put to good use, and that made him feel less anxious.

Maybe one day he wouldn't feel the need to prove his worth by killing, just like you clearly hope he will, but for now he will pull back his urge and only eliminate those who pose a grave threat to you. Only to protect that smile of yours.

He feels you rest against his shoulder, hands automatically finding his and can't help but smile softly to himself. No matter who he has to kill, he will protect you, your smile, your laughter, and all that you stand for.

[kangminjissi]

30. hate - sofia

tw// suggestive-ish topics at the beginning

you looked at jinsol sadly but knew if you wanted to make it to hanni’s apartment before the last bus route you had to get going. jinsol fortunately just look at you confused as you rushed to the nearest bus stop. it was sort of a harsh move to completely break off your almost-relationship, but you didn’t have the time to deal with her.

you knew most of hanni’s habits and knew that you had a 40 minute window of time before she’d leave her house. that gave you a decent chance to catch her before she left. the bus arrived ten minutes late, but you did your best to stay calm.

as you stepped off the bus you sprinted towards hanni and danielle’s shared apartment. you reached into your bag to grab the spare key that hanni had gifted you when she had moved in. you found the cold metal, but the door swung open before you could unlock it.

a girl stepped out looking at you shocked. you noticed how disheveled she looked and the faint purpling on her neck before rolling your eyes. she looked at you with wide eyes and bent down to bow apologetically, “i’m sorry i didn’t know she had a roommate.”

you opened your mouth to correct her but she rushed past you into the elevator. you thought for a moment and realized that if that girl was disheveled, then hanni might be worse off. your knuckles knocked on the door firmly as you heard shuffling behind it.

hanni swung open the door and sighed annoyed, “seeun, i thought i told you not to come back-” hanni’s voice trailed off once she realized that it was you standing in front of her. you looked back for a moment and pushed past her.

she watched you stand in the middle of the living room with you arms crossed. hanni snapped out of her surprise and morphed her face into a frown, “yn just leave. i’m about to go out.” you scoffed slightly, “no you aren’t. you’re staying here until you tell me what the hell is going on with you.”

hanni rolled her eyes and walked up to you, “nothing is going on. get out of my house” you ignored her and kept talking, “i will wait here until you tell me. i don’t care if it takes all night.” the shorter girl looked at you confused and sighed, “then enjoy standing by yourself.”

you watched as hanni disappeared into her bedroom for a few minutes. she emerged dressed for what you assumed was another house party or club. she walked past you and grabbed her keys, but you grabbed her arm before she could open the front door.

“hanni. don’t avoid this conversation.” she tried to shrug off your grasp but you kept a firm grip on her arm. “yn you’re hurting me,” you could hear her lying through her teeth. you pursed your lips at her lie, “we both know i’m not.”

you look at her for a moment before speaking again, “what’s going on? you can pretend you’re fine to everyone else, but not with me. danielle can’t even live in her own apartment because of how your acting.” the longer she stared back at you the more her facade started to fall.

hanni kept looking at her and she took a breath, “it doesn’t matter, yn.” you tilted your head, “why not? your feelings matter to me.” she heard the sincerity and patience in your voice as she tried to maintain her composure.

she bit the inside of her cheek trying to find an excuse, “look i’m sorry for those comments. i didn’t mean what i said to your girlfriend.” you noticed how she evaded your question but you decided to go along with it, “she’s not my girlfriend. we were just going on dates which are over with, by the way.”

hanni blinked at you for a moment, “because of me?” you shook your head, “no, we just weren’t compatible. it’s no one’s fault, but you can’t just run away from the real issue at hand.”

she sighed as she pushed your hand away and walked over to sit on the couch. you followed her and watched her pull her knees to her chin. “do they hate me?” you could barely hear her as she whispered her questions into her hands.

“your friends? no. they’re hurt by your actions, but they don’t hate you.” she nodded slowly, “why don’t you hate me?” that was a loaded question and you both knew it. you sighed and shrugged, “there’s no reason for me to hate you.

“you’re acting like you’re some super villain when you’re just a regular person who makes mistakes. i wish you’d reach out for help rather than shut everyone out, but we all have our coping mechanisms. it would help me help you if i knew what was wrong, though”

hanni stared at her hands, she secretly wished she was sober, but there’s no reason in dwelling on that. her mouth started speaking before she could think about her words and mumbled, “you.”

you looked up from your lap with furrowed eyebrows, “huh?” hanni sighed as her head fell back into her hands, “nothing. never mind.” “me? what did i do?” your tone wasn’t upset or accusatory and that made hanni’s chest hurt. how come you were always so genuine? why couldn’t you be mad and yell at her?

hanni realized there was no backing down now, “i can’t handle seeing you with other people. it hurts me too much.” you don’t truly understand what she means, “i don’t… hanni what’re you saying?”

she looked up at you frustrated, “i’m in love with you, okay? god, i don’t know how else i can spell it out for you.” you blinked at her as you tried to digest her words, “oh…” hanni was so frustrated and embarrassed that she was about to pull out her hair, “oh?”

you swallowed and nodded, “that’s the reason why you’re acting this?” she narrowed her eyes in confusion, “yeah, you don’t hate me?” you chuckled, “no, i don’t know why you think i would.” you placed your hand on her knee, “i’ve known you for 10 years. i don’t think there’s anything you could do to make me hate you.”

hanni took a deep breath and looked at your hand. you smiled softly at her and reached up to wipe the stray tears from her face, “but i won’t lie to you. i do love you, but i’ve never truly thought of you in that way. so i can’t fix this by saying i’m in love with you or anything, but i don’t think even if i was, would it fix this.

“you’ve got a lot to do before we can talk about this. i don’t hate you and my love for you hasn’t changed because of this, okay? i’ve never been uncomfortable with you and your feelings won’t change anything. i’ll be more cognizant of the things i do incase i hurt you, but this won’t change us.

“but i don’t want you to do this again. hiding something this serious only results in people hurting. i think what you need to do is fix your relationships with your friends. they don’t hate you and will forgive you, but i wouldn’t blame them if it takes a bit for them to come around. you hurt them.”

hanni closed her eyes and nodded. she knew she messed up and was willing to take her time to fix everything. she looked at you, “you realty don’t hate me?” you shook your head, “no but that’s not what’s important here. you need to go apologize to all of the people that fell victim to ‘hurricane hanni’.”

she let out a wry chuckle, “i don’t even know where to start.” you looked up from hanni and over at the wall where pictures were hung. you pointed at the one of hanni and danielle hugging in front of danielle’s work, “i think dani would be a good start. she should be the first one you apologize to since she deserves to come home…”

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Kinda like the curly haired reader x mattheo, but what if reader had gum stuck to his hair on accident and mattheo is like “HOW TF DID THIS HAPPEN??” So reader has to cut his hair and mattheo is dramatically being dramatic as he tries to stop reader who clearly has scissors in his hand. Maybe Tom has to hold mattheo back so reader doesn’t accidentally stab himself?

Tangled Emotions

Pairings : Mattheo Riddle x M! Reader

Summary : When an unfortunate accident leaves you with gum stuck in your beloved curly hair, you decide to take drastic measures to fix it. However, Mattheo, your overly dramatic and deeply caring friend, has other ideas. With Tom trying to keep the peace and Mattheo's desperate attempts to save your hair, chaos ensues. As you navigate the mishap, you discover that Mattheo's concern goes beyond appearances, highlighting the depth of your friendship. Through laughter, frustration, and unexpected solutions, you realize that the bond you share is stronger than any bad hair day.

A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・)

Warnings) : nothing

Word count : 1.5k+

You didn't expect your day to end up like this. In fact, as you sit in front of the bathroom mirror, scissors in hand, you can’t help but wonder how exactly things took such a wild turn. Your curly hair, usually your pride and joy, is now a tangled mess with a blob of pink gum stubbornly stuck in it. It wasn't even your fault – you had just been minding your own business in the common room when Pansy Parkinson, in one of her typical fits of laughter, accidentally spat her gum out. You happened to be the unfortunate recipient.

"How the hell did this happen?" Mattheo's voice booms from the doorway, eyes wide with a mix of horror and disbelief.

You look up, sighing deeply. "Pansy. Gum. Common room. You know the story."

Mattheo strides over, his usual swagger replaced with sheer panic. "No, no, no. You can't cut your hair. We’ll find another way."

You look at him through the mirror, holding up the scissors. "There's no other way, Mattheo. I've tried everything."

He reaches out as if to take the scissors from you, but you pull back. "It's either this or I live with gum in my hair."

"You could wear a hat," Mattheo suggests, desperation clear in his voice.

You raise an eyebrow. "A hat? Really?"

Tom, who has been observing from the doorframe, steps in. "Mattheo, let him do it. You’re being ridiculous."

"No, you don’t understand," Mattheo protests, flailing his arms dramatically. "His hair is perfect. It’s curly and amazing. He can’t just… chop it off!"

You turn back to the mirror, positioning the scissors near the gum-infested strand. "It’s just hair. It’ll grow back."

"Not those curls," Mattheo mutters, pacing behind you. "You don't get it."

You hesitate, the scissors poised to cut. A part of you is flattered by Mattheo’s intense reaction, but practicality wins. Before you can make the snip, Mattheo lunges forward. "Wait! Let’s think this through."

You roll your eyes, but before you can respond, Mattheo's hand knocks against your arm. The scissors slip from your grasp and clatter into the sink.

"Mattheo, stop!" you exclaim, frustration bubbling over.

Tom grabs Mattheo by the shoulders, pulling him back. "Enough, Mattheo. You’re going to make him hurt himself."

"He's about to hurt himself by cutting his hair!" Mattheo counters, struggling against Tom's grip.

Tom holds firm. "It’s his choice. You’re making it worse."

You pick up the scissors again, giving Mattheo a stern look. "I appreciate your concern, but this is my hair, my decision."

Mattheo's face falls, his shoulders slumping as he stops resisting Tom. "But…"

"But nothing," you cut in. "This is happening."

As you finally bring the scissors to the offending strand of hair, Mattheo covers his eyes. "I can’t watch."

The first snip is the hardest. The sound of the blades slicing through your hair is oddly final. You work carefully, cutting away the gum without taking too much of your curls. It’s not perfect, but it’s better than a sticky mess.

You put the scissors down and examine your work. The damage isn’t too bad – a little uneven, but manageable. You run a hand through your curls, relieved to be rid of the gum.

"There," you say, turning to face Mattheo and Tom. "It’s done."

Mattheo uncovers his eyes, peeking through his fingers. When he sees the result, he sighs in relief. "It’s… not as bad as I thought."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," you reply dryly.

Tom lets go of Mattheo, shaking his head. "You’re such a drama queen."

"I just care about his hair," Mattheo mutters defensively.

You step forward, pulling Mattheo into a hug. "I appreciate it. Really. But it’s just hair. It’ll grow back."

Mattheo hugs you back, a little tighter than usual. "Promise you’ll never let anyone near your hair with gum again."

You laugh, pulling away. "I promise. But next time, maybe let me handle it without you trying to save the day."

Tom chuckles, clapping Mattheo on the back. "Yeah, you nearly gave me a heart attack with your theatrics."

Mattheo grins sheepishly. "Sorry. I just… love his hair."

You shake your head fondly. "You’re impossible."

As the three of you leave the bathroom, you feel a sense of relief. Your hair might be a little shorter, but the love and concern from Mattheo more than make up for it. And besides, it’s just hair. You’ll always have your curls, no matter what.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

Later that evening, you find yourself back in the common room, attempting to finish the homework you abandoned earlier. Mattheo hasn’t left your side since the incident, casting furtive glances at your hair every few minutes as if expecting it to suddenly disappear.

"Mattheo," you finally say, looking up from your parchment. "I’m fine. My hair is fine. Please, relax."

He sighs, leaning back in his chair. "I know. It’s just… I hate seeing you upset."

You smile, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "I appreciate that. But I’m not upset. It’s just hair."

Mattheo runs a hand through his own hair, looking unconvinced. "I just don’t understand how it happened so fast. One moment we were laughing, and the next…" He trails off, shaking his head.

Pansy, overhearing the conversation, walks over with an apologetic look on her face. "I really am sorry about that. I didn’t mean for it to happen."

You wave her off with a smile. "It’s okay, Pans. Accidents happen."

"Yeah, well, maybe next time keep your gum in your mouth," Mattheo grumbles, crossing his arms.

"Mattheo Riddle!" you scold, giving him a stern look. "It was an accident."

Pansy raises an eyebrow at Mattheo, smirking. "You know, for someone who acts so tough, you’re surprisingly protective."

Mattheo rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it. "Whatever."

"Anyway," you say, trying to steer the conversation away from the morning’s mishap, "let’s focus on the Transfiguration essay. I could use some help."

Mattheo perks up at that, happy to have something else to focus on. "Alright, but only if you promise to help me with Potions later."

"Deal," you say, laughing.

As the evening wears on, you manage to finish your homework with Mattheo’s and Pansy’s help. Despite the earlier chaos, you’re surrounded by friends who care, and that’s what matters most.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The next morning, you wake up to find Mattheo already awake, sitting on the edge of his bed and staring at your hair with a contemplative look.

"What now?" you ask, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"I was thinking," he begins, hesitating slightly. "Maybe we could go to Madam Pomfrey. She might have a potion or something to make your hair grow back faster."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "It’s fine, Mattheo. Really. I don’t need a potion."

"But wouldn’t it be nice to have your curls back?" he insists, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You sigh, realizing he won’t let it go until you at least consider the idea. "Alright, we can ask. But I’m not making any promises."

Mattheo’s face lights up, and he jumps up from his bed. "Great! Let’s go now."

"Now?" you echo, glancing at the clock. "It’s barely breakfast time."

"The sooner, the better," he says, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of bed.

You barely have time to throw on some clothes before Mattheo is dragging you through the castle, his enthusiasm contagious. When you finally reach the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey looks up from her desk with a curious expression.

"To what do I owe this early visit?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

You explain the situation, feeling a bit embarrassed. Madam Pomfrey listens patiently, then nods. "I do have a potion that might help. It’s not instant, but it will speed up the natural growth process."

Mattheo looks delighted as she hands you a small vial of shimmering liquid. "Thank you," he says, practically bouncing with excitement.

You thank her as well, and the two of you head back to the common room. Mattheo watches eagerly as you drink the potion, his eyes glued to your hair.

"Feel anything yet?" he asks, eyes wide with anticipation.

You laugh, shaking your head. "It’s not going to work that fast, Mattheo. Give it time."

He sighs but nods, sitting down beside you. "I just want you to be happy."

You lean against him, smiling. "I am happy. Because I have you."

Mattheo wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. "Good. Because I’m not going anywhere."

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

As the days pass, your hair does start to grow back, and Mattheo’s excitement is palpable. Every morning, he checks your curls, commenting on their progress and making sure you’re taking care of them. His enthusiasm is endearing, and it makes the whole ordeal worth it.

One afternoon, a few weeks later, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and realize that your hair has almost returned to its original length. Mattheo stands behind you, a proud smile on his face.

"See? I told you it would work," he says, running a hand through your curls.

"You were right," you admit, turning to face him. "Thank you for being so insistent."

He grins, pulling you into a hug. "Anything for you."

As you stand there, wrapped in Mattheo’s arms, you realize that no matter what happens – gum in your hair, or any other mishap – you’ll always have someone who cares deeply about you. And that’s more important than perfect curls any day.

[jgracie]

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AHHHH YESSSSS.

percy jackson and 🤴 (remember me?)

💬 I DO REMEMBER U!!!! (also for context reader can breathe underwater cz the sea animals did smth idk LOL) anw i loved writing this

FULL BLOOM — PERCY JACKSON + 🤴 ˚⟡˖ ࣪

"oh. my. gods," you said in between fits of giggles. when the fish at the beach insisted on you following them all the way to the bottom of the ocean, you hadn't expected to be led to poseidon's kingdom under the sea. you also hadn't expected to see your boyfriend sitting on a throne of seaweed and seashells and all sorts of other sea junk with the most obnoxious crown you'd ever seen sitting on his head

"you won't be laughing once you see what my stepmother dearest has prepared for you," percy said, feigning annoyance. however, your laughter and smile were both incredibly contagious to him and so he couldn't help but let out a few chuckles with you

as if she knew she'd been mentioned, queen amphitrite seemed to appear out of thin air and immediately grabbed you by the arm, "my dear, i am so glad you arrived safely! come, i have everything prepared for you," before you could even ask what she was doing, she led you to a bedroom that was quite nice for being underwater and handed you all sorts of outfits for you to try on

confusedly, you obliged and tried all of them on for her, not wanting to anger a goddess. however, none of them felt right, and you could tell she agreed as she kept sending fish to bring you more and more articles of clothing

"okay, try this. if it doesn't work out, i'll get the seamstress to make you an outfit," amphitrite said, clearly exasperated as she handed you the ensemble. you changed into it and as soon as you saw yourself in the mirror, you knew this was the one

getting out of the ensuite bathroom, you said, "hey, this one's pretty ni--"

"it's perfect!" amphitrite interrupted, a wide smile on her perfect lips

after that, several mermaids and mermen did your hair and (if you wanted it) makeup. you weren't going to lie, it felt nice being pampered and the people of the sea surprisingly knew a lot about human hair and skin. after they were done, amphitrite added the final touch: a beautiful crown to match percy's

she then dragged you out to where percy was waiting on his throne. the moment he laid his eyes on you, percy's jaw dropped. while he thought he looked silly and out of place in his own merman getup, you looked absolutely ethereal. the outfit you had on complimented your skin perfectly and your hair glimmered and sparkled thanks to whatever amphitrite's hairstylists put in it - you looked like proper sea royalty

you sat on the throne next to percy's and he grabbed your hand, kissed your cheek and said, "you look beautiful." your little moment was, however, interrupted by amphitrite, who dropped a shocking news bomb on the two of you

"perfect! now we just have to wait for poseidon and triton so the wedding ceremony can begin!"

"what?!"

[wingzie]

Speaking to the media as a UK Army

Earlier in the week I mentioned in a local group chat that the UK’s attitude towards BTS and KPOP overall had changed. It felt like everyone was excited during Dynamite and then interest was quickly lost. Things got worse after the Festa Dinner. Because of previous experiences with a certain boy group, it was reported that the members would never return. These stories were soon edited, but it was obvious that there was a certain bias against the members now. The previous hype posts for them and their new releases were less present. Instead, we have gone back to having to do everything ourselves during chapter 2. 

As I am sure many of you are aware, it has already been a tough week for UK Army. We found out that MUSE had inclusions, making it harder to chart. We got backlash from solos for something that wasn’t our fault and the emails we sent were ignored or received weird responses. We are a resilient bunch though and we continued to promote and gain more funds. I figured that things for us couldn’t get any worse. I was wrong. On Sunday I was sent an article from the BBC by a friend. They asked my thoughts on it and I quickly understood why. Something else worried me though. I recognized the journalist. He is someone that we have history with. He kindly wrote about Persona and Wembley in 2019, but he also sneaked in a line that he thought that the members were miming through the concert. At the time, a few Army tried talking to him about it on Twitter and he was receptive to the feedback. I decided to try and do the same and to do it privately in the DM’s. Something which he told me himself that he appreciated. I spent a good amount of time drafting my message. I made sure that it was polite, but also included the reasons why a certain part of the article was troublesome. During this, a friend of mine also made a detailed thread correcting the misinformation. Once the message was sent, I went on with my day and waited to see if I would get a reply. Much to my surprise, I did indeed get a reply. I don’t have consent to share our messages, but we replied back and forth a few times and he said that he would look into changing the wording. I quoted my friend's thread, explaining that I messaged him privately and that he was working on it. As someone who posts about Jikook on a regular basis, you could say that I am used to getting unnecessary abuse. However, I was not fully prepared for the response to this. As more hours passed and there weren't any changes made, the more anger and hate I received. This greatly confused me, as I wasn’t the one who wrote the article itself. I just wanted to try and help and we had to be patient. 

A day later the edit was made. I messaged the journalist again to thank him and he responded back, explaining that the reason it took so long was because there was a debate internally about the best way to respond. I then shared on TL about the edit being made. It wasn’t the best edit, but that’s all we got. Unfortunately, the hate towards myself increased even more. Some said that the article was my fault, that I failed BTS or that I was an anti. Plus a few words that I daren’t repeat here. Some saw what was happening to me and sent kind support. These included people who I have never interacted with before and I will be forever thankful for that. I also spoke with some about the response of the general public towards the article. The article was heavily advertised so there were discussions in relation to Seventeen going to Glastonbury. This hasn’t been done before so some were curious and some were confused. It was interesting to see the reaction to it, even if it was poorly written. I was personally exhausted though.

This whole ordeal started on Sunday and I woke up on Tuesday still feeling a bit wary of receiving more hate. On top of this, I had gained around 300 more followers from all of this and didn’t know how they would react once I started posting Jikook. If I’m honest, I felt a bit uncomfortable with everything going on. What did shock me though, is that some of these new followers were going through my “pinned” post and liking the threads on Jikook. It made me a bit self-conscious, but I didn’t want it to overcome me and Jimin’s promotions though, so I came up with an idea. 

July is my Birthday month and to celebrate I am doing a giveaway for other UK Army. This gives them a chance to get any albums they currently do not own and to try and boost sales for Jimin at the same time. The UK fanbase don’t really want to be associated with me because of my account, so I decided to do everything myself. To help boost morale, positivity and the community spirit that Army has. Overall, I do not regret reaching out to the journalist. He was rather difficult to speak to, but an edit deserved to be made for the way in which it was written. I appreciate the discussion we had and those that supported me. My focus will continue to be on Chapter 2. Look after yourselves and each other. 

[kassandra-hawthorne]

Starlight Serenade ✨🎶

M!wolven x fem!human reader Getting ate out by your wolven boyfriend.

‼️Minors and ageless DNI‼️

-NSFW, size difference, cunnilingus, m!using sex toy, mentions of rough sex, monster/human relationship, established relationship, mates, predator/prey kink, and body worship if you squint WC: 1,519

-A/N: This is my first piece with monster smut. I purposely kept things a bit vague to get a feel of it. The last thing I want to do is do a disservice to the monster smut community. I am still learning and figuring out my own writing style with it. Feedback is always welcome if you care to give it. Please be nice. 😊💖 Plus I just cannot get this image out of my head. 

I hope you enjoy! 💋

There was a small hiccup when you two first started being intimate. The sheer size difference alone made your Wolven boyfriend feel on edge. He always did his best to control himself, to make sure you could get used to him, his size, being with a creature like him. He will never forget the one time he caused you pain. The time he slipped inside you a little too quick and a little too hard. It did hurt at first, but you tried to assure him that it was ok. 

Since then, you went to research other wolven/human couple forums to see if anyone else had this problem. To your surprise, it was very common for human women to have trouble with their wolven lovers at first. Some even took longer than others to take it properly. It was difficult, but not impossible. You told your sweet man what you found and you both found ways to be intimate and both get what they want. You even began to want just the rough stuff, much to your partner’s delight.

But this night, you wanted to see his gentle side. Needed it. You wanted to be with the shy wolven man who you fell in love with all those years ago. It was nights like this that made you want to lock yourselves into your room and enjoy each other the entire night. You didn’t care if things got rough afterwards, you just needed him to touch you. To rub those massive paws across your chest and grip your thigh still for him. You became lost in thought on the ride home. 

“I can smell you, my starlight”, he says through gritted teeth, gripping the reins.  “Then you know what I want..?”, you say coyly looking up at him. 

He pulls you closer to him, firmly holding you beside him on the carriage perch. You let out a small welp, but smile. He’s controlling himself for you, but tonight you want to have some fun. 

“We could run”, you smile up at him. 

He looks down at you with that handsome furry face giving you a challenging look. You spread your legs just enough to open up the bottom of your dress so the wind can send your scent up to his sensitive nose. He stops the carriage and throws you on his back. The horses know how to get home from here, the groundskeeper will get them. You wrap your arms around him and hang on. He gets you both home in record time. His deep breathing, the low growling, the looking at you like you are his prey, it’s too much. You need your mate, and now. 

You dash upstairs to your shared bedroom. He knows how you like to be chased and given a small headstart. It never matters, he always catches you. But it feels him with such a euphoric feeling of hunting you down and taking you, knowing how bad you need him. 

You actually make it to the door before you hear him rushing up the stairs and down the hallway. Your heart is pounding. As soon as the door is open, you are tackled to the bed and pinned down. You both take a moment to catch your breath, just staring into each other’s eyes. He looks down at you, trying to decide how he will strip you.

“Rip it off”, you tell him, as if you could read his thoughts. 

Without even thinking about it, he grabs your dress and rips it off of you without any care for the article of clothing. Fabric goes flying and in the aftermath, you can see he cannot wait any longer. You have to tell him what exactly you want. 

“I need you to taste me, but I want it gentle”, you smile sweetly at him. His low growl makes your pussy wetter and now you have no means of attempting to mask your scent. 

“As you wish, my starlight”, he says in a deep soft voice with a predatory grin, “Relax and let me worship your body”.

He stares at you for just a moment, thankful to have you as his mate. He stalks to the bed and slides his paws up your legs to your thighs. He gently spreads your legs. It’s taking everything not to completely ravish you tonight. But he controls himself, this isn’t about him tonight. You are needing something from him, something only he can provide for you. As your mate, he would never deny you. 

You were so swollen with need. Your pussy, so pretty. He could see your wet pussy glistening in the moonlight from outside. It was time to feast. He kisses up your thighs to the lips between your legs. You try to squirm, but he holds you still. You relax because you trust him. He takes one last whiff of you because taking his tongue from the bottom of your pussy very slowly licking his way up to your clit. You moan loudly, being held in place as he savors your taste. He slowly laps over you, teasing you, waiting to hear what he wants to hear.

He wants to hear to beg for it. Having you needing underneath him drives him completely feral. You try to hold out, thankful for such a gift. You look down at your mate and see that crazed look in his eye. He was ready to give you what you wanted and you were ready to take it. He laps you up one last time slowly before completely devouring you. 

He releases his grip just enough so you can move against his face. He absolutely loves it when you buck your hips while he is tongue deep inside of you. You feel him stop and look down confused, then see him adjusting something. You bite your lip. He looks up from placing the pocket pussy against the bed. The pocket pussy made from a mold of your pussy. You get to have what you want tonight, but so does he. 

There have been a few nights after vigorous love making where you were just too sore to take his massive dick again. So you found a way for him to live out a fantasy of his own while you recuperate. He can eat you out while fucking you at the same time. 

He slams himself into the toy pussy and groans into yours, going insane with pleasure. You wrap your legs around his face and grab a fist full of hair. He doesn’t mind. He always encourages you to be rough without asking. He knows you could never hurt him. He’s told you to use him if it means making your pleasure better. Tonight you are going to do just that. You buck your hips and ride his face while he furiously fucks the little toy pussy. You release your grip and lay back against the satin sheets on your bed. The cold from the sheets with the warm coming from your mate putting you in a sensory overload. The best kind. 

He works your pussy, playing with the outer part of your entrance. He has one goal in mind, making you cum…..hard. He wants to feel it come from you and into his mouth, he wants to clean you up with his tongue, he wants to see the face you make when he makes you reach your high. Then he hears it. The moan. The moan you make when you’re about to climax. He knows it all too well. You let out a moan with a slightly higher octave and your breath catches. He’s close too. He knows the moment he hears you scream his name he is going to explode and probably ruin the toy you made for him. 

You grab the sheets and arch your back.  Yes. Yes, my starlight. Cum for me. Let me taste it.  

He completely releases his hold over you, allowing you to be in control of your orgasm, but you hold his hands there. He smiles before moving your legs back, putting you on display for him. He concentrates on your clit until you see stars and are convulsing beneath him. You scream his name, as he knew you would do. You scream and moan and beg him not to stop. He looks up as he feels you cum in his mouth and sees your face. You're staring down at him with such pleasure on it. He cums instantly, nearly fumbling onto the bed. His entire body is wracked with ecstasy as you both ride out your highs. 

It’s not until he is completely drained of his seed that he moves his mouth off of you. He leans his head back and licks his lips. He sighs and looks down at you. Before him, you lay there looking up at him with complete love and adoration in your eyes. Your body relaxed against the massive bed. You smile up at him and he can’t help but return one back.

“Are you satisfied, my mate?” “Completely”, you say sweetly. 

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