#i get to pick my own hours/availability??? yes please

[zephsthings]

YIPPEE i just got a job!!! work slay :D

[surftrips]

Maybe you could do single dad jj maybank he’s in college and has to do a project with the reader and has to bring the baby with them and they bond and start to hang out a lot then they start to date also maybe she’s a single mom I feel like that would be like a unique thing

thank you so much for this request! i hope you don't mind that i switched it up a bit (and got carried away lol) but reader is the single mom here and her and jj have known each other their whole lives :)

when you know, you know

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: y/n needs a babysitter and jj is the only person available.

word count: 3.5k

"Okay, I understand. Thanks, anyway," you sighed, running your hands through your hair and hanging up the phone. Your babysitter had just canceled on you, and the timing could not have been worse. 

You had been planning this night for months. Between your classes, a part-time job, and taking care of your 2-year-old Margo, it was nearly impossible to schedule anything. But you desperately needed a night out and your friend Emma had so kindly offered to set you up on a blind date. 

You scrolled through your contacts list, looking for anyone that was sober on a Friday night, a seemingly impossible task. Glancing at the time, you realized that you only had an hour left to find a babysitter and get ready. 

As panic set in, you received a text from the P4L groupchat. 

JJ: Wtw tonight?

Not now JJ, you thought. 

Y/N: Trying to find a babysitter, mine just canceled :/

Kie: Oh no, Y/N!! I'm so sorry :(

Cleo: Sorry babes, I totally wouldd but I already lost count of how many drnks I've had 2nite xxx

JJ: Wait, you guys went out already?

Sarah: JJ, we told you it's a girls night.

JJ: In that case, Y/N, I'll watch Margo! 

Absolutely not, was your first thought. JJ Maybank was probably the last person you wanted to take care of your child, he was practically one himself. 

Besides, since you had Margo, he was always acting weird around you. Before, you two would hang out all the time, but now he only saw you if there was another person there as a buffer. He hardly visited or called, but you were so preoccupied with raising a baby on your own that you hadn't had a chance to talk to him about it. 

In the beginning, people assumed it was his baby you were pregnant with, but you never crossed that line because your friendship meant the world to each other. He was the first person you told when you found out you were going to be a mother, and you remember how excited he was for you. It was hard to believe how distant he had become, and you wondered why he had volunteered himself tonight. 

You assessed the situation: you hadn't gone out in nearly two years, and who knew when the next opportunity would be? You sighed, hardly believing the words you were about to type on your phone. 

Y/N: Ok. How soon can you be here? 

Y/N: You better be sober, JJ. 

You turned your phone off before the others could protest, knowing that half of them were drunk anyway. 

"Uncle JJ is going to come over and watch you tonight, okay? Mommy is going to be gone for just a few hours," you said to your daughter, picking her up and placing her in your eye line so you could do your makeup.

"Jay Jay?" she repeated. 

"Yes, honey," you smiled, trying to reassure her, or yourself. Out of all the pogues, Kiara and Sarah babysat Margo the most. She had probably only met JJ a handful of times and you worried about how well she would do with him alone. 

As if he could read your mind, your phone began ringing and you looked over to see his face on your screen.

"JJ, please don't tell me you're canceling too."

"What? Oh, no, it's not that. I was just wondering if you needed me to bring anything for Margo?" 

"Oh," you relaxed. "Hmmm, I think we have everything we need here. But thank you for asking, JJ."

"Of course," you could hear him smiling on the other line. "You know, thanks for letting me watch Margo. I've been meaning to visit her more." 

"JJ, you know you're weren't my first choice," you teased. "But yeah, of course. Thanks, I owe you." 

You hung up the phone, thoughts from earlier creeping back into your mind. You always assumed that the baby scared JJ away, but sometimes you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more going on. 

However, now was not the time for you to be thinking about this, considering that you now had 30 minutes left until your date showed up and you had yet to pick out a dress.

"Hmmmm, let's see. Any suggestions, Margo?" you asked your daughter, combing through your closet for something appropriate. You settled on a short black dress with a boat neck, and black knee high boots to go along with it. 

"What do we think, sweetie?" you smiled at Margo.

"Pretty!" she clapped her small hands together. 

"Why, thank you, baby. Come on, let's go see if Uncle JJ is here yet," you picked her up and checked your phone for any notifications. 

Blind Date: Be there in 5! :)

Crap, you thought. Where is JJ? 

You shot back a confirmation for your date and looked out the window for any sign of JJ. You weren't sure if he was biking over or he had borrowed the Twinkie, but there was no sign of anyone outside. 

Growing anxious, you gathered Margo's favorite toys and books into the living room and tidied up your apartment to pass the time. 

Exactly 5 minutes later, the doorbell rang. You smoothed down your dress and checked your hair in the mirror one last time. Putting on your best smile, you went to open the door. 

"Hi–" you started. "Oh, it's you." 

"Come on, that's what I get for dropping everything and saving your ass?" JJ responded. 

"Sorry, weren't you the one with no plans on a Friday?" 

"You know, I can just turn around right now-" 

"Stop!" you pleaded. "Okay, sorry, I've been anxious about this all day and I just want to get back to Margo as fast as I can." 

"Relax, Y/N. I'm here now," he took in your appearance. "You look great, by the way." 

The last time he saw you remotely dressed up like this was prom night. 

You couldn't help but blush, looking around for Margo to hide your face. "Margo, look who it is!" 

"Jay Jay!" she babbled. 

"Oh my god, she knows my name!" JJ replied, looking a little perplexed. 

"You know what, I'm surprised too considering she's only met you, like, four times," you said. 

"Alright, you're no fun," he looked at you as you traded your daughter over to his arms. "Miss Margo and I here are going to have the time of our lives. Aren't we?" 

He tickled her, causing her to giggle. She seemed so comfortable in his arms, you wondered why you were ever worried in the first place. 

"Thanks again for doing this, I know we haven't talked in a while-" you started. 

"So, where's the lucky guy?" he interrupted you. 

"Uhh," you looked over at the clock. "He said he would be here by now." 

"Late to the first date? That's a red flag, Y/N." 

"As if you're not a walking red flag, JJ. What did you get here on? Your bike?"

"Hey! I refurbished that bike all on my own! It takes a lot of skill to do that."

Just then, the doorbell rang. You rushed to open the door, a smile plastered on your face again. 

"Hey! You must be Emma's friend! I'm Tom." he greeted you with a hug and a bouquet of flowers. "I'm sorry for being late, I went to get these flowers for you and was distracted by the girl scouts selling cookies outside. I had to support them, you know?" 

"Oh, no worries! Yes, how can you say no to them?" you laughed softly. You took the flowers from him and went to place them on the table closest to you, beckoning him to come in.

"Tom, this is one of my friends, JJ. He's babysitting my daughter, Margo, while we're gone," you said.

"Ah! What a pleasure," Tom went over to shake JJ's hand and politely wave at your daughter. "I promise not to keep your mom out too late tonight." 

"That's right, need her back before midnight," JJ remarked.

You playfully pushed him in response, grabbing your keys. "Alright, you have my number so please call me if you need anything. Bye Margo, mommy loves you!" 

With that, you and Tom headed outside and into his car. 

On the drive over to the restaurant, you learned that Tom was a psychologist, he liked to cook, and reality TV shows were his guilty pleasure. At the restaurant, which was a higher-end place near the water, he pulled out your chair for you. 

"I hope this place is okay, I wasn't sure what kind of food you liked so I thought somewhere nicer would be safe," he said. 

"Oh, this is perfect. Don't even worry about it," you smiled. "I haven't had a proper night out in so long, I wouldn't have minded if you took me to a burger joint." 

He laughed, "Margo is adorable, by the way. How old is she?"

"She's 2," you said. Then, feeling the need to clarify, "I had her when I was 20, at the beginning of my junior year in college."

"I see, how was that? How did you manage classes?" You were surprised at his demeanor, half-expecting him to judge you or run in the opposite direction any second now, but his inquisition was genuine.

"Well, I could still go to classes during the first trimester, but it got more difficult after that so I took a leave of absence. I'm taking night classes now because I work in the mornings." 

"Oh nice, what degree are you going for?"

"English, I want to be a teacher," you explained.

"My mom was a teacher," he smiled. "What age do you want to teach?"

"Oh no way! I want to teach elementary school kids. Everyone always tells me how hard it will be, but raising Margo... I don't love anything more than that." 

"That's really sweet, are you close with your family?"

You paused, trying to figure out how to answer the question. "Depends on who you consider my family, I guess," you laughed awkwardly. "I'm not close with my parents, but my friends? Those are the most important people in my life." 

He smiled, "I understand. I'm glad you have a support system, being a single mother can be hard." 

"Yeah, I'm super grateful. Actually, my babysitter for tonight canceled last-minute and JJ came to the rescue. I don't know what I would've done without him." 

Tom's smile faltered for an unnoticeable second. "How long have you known him for?"

"JJ? My whole life, probably. I can't imagine a time when he wasn't by my side. He was there for me throughout my entire pregnancy, but after..." you trailed off.

"After...?"

"Afterwards," you hesitated, not wanting to bad-mouth your friend. "I guess he started to distance himself more, I think Margo scared him away honestly."

"You think it was Margo and nothing else?"

"What do you mean?"

"I just mean," he sighed. "Do you think there could be any other reason why he would be so supportive of you before and not after you had Margo?" 

"I-I'm not sure. I haven't had much time to think about it, I guess."

"You want my opinion?" Tom asked. You searched his face for any sign of spitefulness, but came up empty. 

"I saw the way he looked at you and Margo, earlier. That boy is not scared of either of you. In fact, all I saw was love. Did you ever think he’s grappling with those feelings?” 

"His feelings? For me?" It was not the first time you thought about it, but it was the first time you heard it verbalized. 

"Yes, I know I sound crazy, but seriously, Y/N, what other reason could there be to explain his behavior?"

You racked your brain for all the possible explanations. Tom had a point, if JJ had feelings for you at some point in your friendship, or still does, he might feel the need to distance himself to protect you. 

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"I told you, I'm a psychologist. I notice these things," he smiled.

"Is this how all of your first dates go?" you laughed.

"Not all of them, but I’ll admit, a few are like this. But tell me, am I wrong to assume there was something more going on between you two before you got pregnant?"

You sighed, "No, you're not wrong. Our feelings for each other were a truth that neither of us wanted to confront. We were young, we didn't want to be tied down, it was college. But he was always there, by my side, through everything. Of course, I loved him." 

"Well, there you go. There's your answer." 

Tom dropped you off around midnight. You assured him that there was no need to walk you to your door, you both knew that you needed to have a conversation with JJ.

"Thank you again for tonight, we seriously need to meet up again," you said, before shutting your door.

"Absolutely, I'll give you the address to my office," he joked.

You turned the key into your door as quietly as possible, in case JJ was also asleep with Margo. Inside, the lights were off and you pulled out your phone flashlight to search for him. 

You went into Margo's room first, seeing that she was fast asleep in her crib. "Hi baby," you whispered. "Where's Uncle JJ?" 

After making sure she was tucked in properly, you turned to go into your bedroom. Sure enough, there was JJ, fast asleep in your bed. 

You couldn't help but smile, recalling memories from high school when you two would have sleepovers. Being sure to keep quiet, you changed into your pajamas and got ready for bed.

Trying your best to not wake up JJ, you pulled open the blanket on your side of the bed and slipped in next to him. 

"Goodnight, JJ," you whispered. 

—

In the morning, you woke up to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen. For a second, you weren't sure you were even in your apartment, remembering that you live alone with Margo and surely, you weren't asleep long enough for her to know her way around the kitchen.

But then you remembered that JJ was babysitting last night and had fallen asleep in your bed before you got home. 

After a long stretch, you got up and went into the kitchen.

"There she is, good morning pretty," JJ smiled at you. 

"Morning... When did you learn how to cook?" you questioned.

"What do you mean? I've always known how to make pancakes."

"Okay, that is just a straight up lie. In high school you would have chips for breakfast."

JJ put his hand to his chest, taking mock offense. "If you must know, I started teaching myself how to cook last year when I moved off-campus." 

"Wow, I must say, I am impressed, Mr. Maybank."

"Please, that's my father. You can call me JJ," he said, causing you both to laugh. 

Were his eyes always this blue? You thought, as you admired his features in the morning light. 

After a moment, you broke the silence. "Uh- I better go check on Margo. How was she last night, by the way?"

"Oh, amazing. Best kid ever." 

"Really? She didn't give you a hard time at all?"

"Nope, must have remembered me from when she was in the womb."

You smiled, turning around to your daughter's room.

Sure enough, Margo was sleeping like the baby she was. You checked the clock, she wouldn't be up for at least another hour.

"Margo's still in one piece?" JJ asked when you reentered the kitchen.

"Yes, somehow,” you mused. 

"Good, want to try these pancakes now?"

"Yes, please, I'm starving," you sat down across from JJ.

"Starving? Your date didn't feed you last night?"

"Very funny, if you want to know about my date, you can just ask." 

"Okay, how was your date?" he relented. 

"He's a psychologist." 

"Cool, anything else?" JJ looked slightly confused. 

"He was very normal and nice," you added.

“I would hope so.”

“Yes, and he likes to cook too.”

“That’s great, how was the date itself?”

“Oh the date itself…” you trailed off. 

"Y/N, why are you acting weird?"

"Weird? Me? I'm just telling you about my date." 

"You're talking about him like he's your therapist."

"Well, in a way, it was like a therapy session."

"So the date went bad?"

"No, it was really nice." 

JJ looked around the kitchen, "Did I accidentally put something in the pancake batter to make you act like this or...?" 

"These are great, by the way," you said, pointing to the pancakes with your fork.

"Thanks, but can we get back to the date?" 

"Oh, yeah, well, basically," you started. 

"Y/N." JJ was rarely ever serious, but he was starting to look concerned with you. 

"Okay, fine. It started off really well, we got to know each other. Then, he was asking about Margo and my family, and I told him about my parents, you know. Then he asked about you, and I told him I've known you forever, but after Margo, you started distancing yourself and we haven't seen or talked to each other in a while, and then-" you rambled. 

"Then what?"

"And then, he told me, or rather he made me realize, that maybe we need to address the feelings we may or may not have had for each other before I got pregnant," you finished in a rush.

JJ was silent, you weren't sure if the expression on his face was scared or bemused. 

"JJ, please say something." 

"Was that all?"

"More or less."

He sighed, "Y/N, I think one of the reasons why our friendship worked so well was because we both knew that at any moment, we could pursue something more, but we didn't. We both knew that doing that would ruin our friendship, something we've had for nearly twenty years. I thought college was going to be four years of partying and distractions, but instead, I had to face reality”

“Distractions?”

“Everyone that wasn’t you was a distraction, in case that wasn’t clear.”

“Uh, no. It wasn't, actually. JJ, you kept telling me you were trying to meet ‘the one!’” 

“Well, I was lying! Okay? You were always the one for me. I just didn’t feel like I was the one for you. So I was stupid and I decided we would be better off as friends, but when you got pregnant…” 

“When I got pregnant…?”

“When you told me about Margo, I panicked. I knew you were strong enough to do this on your own, but you shouldn’t have had to. I told myself that I was going to be there for you every step of the way, and I was, until you gave birth. I saw Margo for the first time, and I-I’m sorry. I just couldn’t do it.”

“Do what, JJ? You know I never needed you to be her father.” 

“I know, I know. I saw her and I couldn’t imagine hurting her. I didn’t want her to know me, because to know me is to be disappointed by me,” he sighed.

“JJ,” you stood up now to wrap your arms around him. “Are you kidding me? I was never, never disappointed by you. I was just worried, babe, that’s all. You stopped talking to me after that.” 

JJ allowed himself to fall into your arms. “I’m sorry, it just felt like too much at the time. I loved- love you and Margo so much, that I didn’t know what to do with all of it. So I thought it was best to give you some space, until I was better.”

You chuckled, “Is that why you taught yourself how to cook?”

“Stop, I was actually starving and had no choice.”

“And are you better now?”

“When I heard you were going on a date, do you want to know what I thought?”

“What?”

“I thought, I let her go again. I let you go a million times in college, and here I am, letting you go again.” 

When you didn’t say anything, he continued, “You’re the one for me, Y/N. I came over here tonight to show you that. I’m ready for whatever this is going to be, whatever this friendship evolves into. I spent too much time denying the truth, and I think you have too.” 

There were not enough words to describe how you were feeling, so you leaned in to kiss your best friend. JJ held your face with such gentleness, you wondered if this was all in your imagination. 

Eventually, you pulled away. “I’m done lying, to myself and to each other. This is real, yes?” you asked.

“Yes, I love you, really.”

“I love you too, Maybank.” 

You leaned in for a second time, but not before you heard the familiar cries of Margo in the other room. 

“Don’t worry, I got it,” he smiled with that boyish grin of his that you loved so much. That you have always loved. 

[dnpbeats]

laylo, email domains, and danandphiltour.com

okay so i've been trying to think of why dan and phil would even use the tour email in the first place (assuming they knew we'd see it), regardless of if the project is a tour or not! so i've been looking into how laylo works and if dan and phil were the ones who picked the email domain, if they knew we'd see it, etc.—the answer is yes, they did. they had to manually enter the domain they wanted the emails to be sent from, as well as the email that replies are received at. all of my information comes from this page on laylo's website, including the video :)

disclaimer: i'm not an expert on this stuff! i'm just making educated guesses based on the information available to me. if somebody has firsthand experience with this and i'm dead wrong, please feel free to let me know. also i'm not trying to sway people one way or another if they're announcing a tour or not—just presenting info on how laylo works and a possible reason for why they started with certain emails and then switched to others

for the sake of clarity: original emails were sent from "news@mail.danandphiltour.com" and the reply email was "dh@danielhowell.com." after a bit (a couple of hours maybe) the emails were switched. currently they get sent from "news@laylo.danandphilshop.com" and the reply email is "danandphilshopweb@gmail.com"

okay, so, long story short: when dan and phil (or whoever they had doing this for them/helping them) set up their laylo account, the email page looked like this:

they would have been prompted to send emails from whatever domain they chose, meaning when they entered danandphiltour.com, they did it fully knowing that people would see the emails sent from it. if it is a tour that they don't want spoiled, or if it isn't a tour at all, why would they even pick this domain to send emails from?

my best guess is that it's because danandphilshop.com is hosted through shopify, and danandphiltour.com is just a webpage hosted by cloudflare (as far as i can tell the dnptour website itself is just an html/css page). if you watch the video from laylo, they talk about how certain domain providers have special tricks you have to do when editing the DNS settings. the example given in the video is squarespace, and they have a few more domain providers listed where issues can come up. while shopify isn't one of the ones listed, it's a similar type of host to squarespace. it's not hard to imagine that there are similar (but not identical) tricks to changing DNS settings for shopify. for comparison, squarespace's page on DNS settings is pretty similar to shopify's. in a world where it's difficult to get the custom domain working with shopify, it would make sense if they tried to use other domains they own that weren't hooked up to shopify—namely, danandphiltour.com

(note that the method for editing DNS settings on cloudflare seems to be pretty similar to the other two listed above. the reason why i'm guessing that clouldflare might be more straightforward than shopify is because shopify is a whole platform with a lot going on in the backend (similar to squarespace), whereas cloudflare is just hosting the domain. but again this is just me guessing!)

so yeah, that's my guess as to why they chose to use dnptour as the email knowing people would see it! as to why they changed it, who knows. maybe for whatever reason they wanted to use dnpshop and just couldn't get it working in time, maybe it was because people were getting the wrong idea with the tour email, maybe it was because people were getting the right idea with the tour email! but i think the reason they used it in the first place is probably just that they were having trouble with the dnpshop domain and were like fuck it let's try dnptour and that went more smoothly :)

as to why the reply to email was originally dan's email and then it switched to the random-ass dnpshop gmail—no guesses on that, if anyone has any thoughts lmk 😂

[theworldofotps]

Painting (Drabble)

Pairing: Lord Debling x Reader Word Count: 743 Description: Y/n is struggling with a painting when she recieves some much needed help.

So, I have never written fanfiction for Bridgerton before but after watching the first half of season 3 and meeting Lord Debling I couldn't help myself. I'm also very nervous to post this because it's a bit out of my comfort zone but I hope you enjoy anyway.

Dedicated to: @madhatterbri who encouraged me to write this, helped form the plot and is overall one of the best. I appreciate you so much thank you! (I haven't added my normal tag list since those are usually just for wrestling. If you'd like to be added to a tag list of anything I write besides wrestling let me know!) __________ Y/n let out a soft huff as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, staring at the canvas in front of her. She’d spent the last two hours trying to paint a bird from the book set on a stool in front of her. This was a painting she just didn’t want to mess up on but the more she stared at it the worse it seemed to look.

“Is everything alright m’lady?”

“Yes Ruth, just having a bit of difficulty getting these colors to work and blend the way that I wish them too.”

“Please let me know when you are ready, and I shall draw the bath for you.”

“Thank you, Ruth.”

Watching the maid leave, Y/n turns back towards her painting and examines the book once more. Adjusting the apron she wore over her dress to keep from ruining it, she dipped into her paints again. More time passed and her frustrations only grew as the colors started running and made the bird look like a mess.

Dropping the paintbrush in the pot of water she hung her head in defeat, deciding to just start all over again. Not having heard the door open she nearly jumped, feeling a pair of arms wrapping around her before a chuckle sounded in her ear.

“Sorry to startle you love I thought you heard me enter.”

“That’s alright my lord I just was focusing on something else.”

Alfred glanced around to be sure they were alone before pressing a soft kiss to her neck.

“Tell me what’s the matter.”

“I’m trying to paint this bird and all of my colors keep running I’ve spent hours on it but alas to no avail.”

Remaining silently as his eyes drifted over the canvas in front of them, since they had began courting he was trying to take interest in her hobbies. When he found out she had a love for painting much like his mother, it was one he quickly did his best to learn all he could about it.

“Allow me to offer my assistance to you.”

Grabbing her hand gently together they picked up the brush, the sparks of electricity she felt as they moved together dipping into her paint pallet. She could barely concentrate at the feel of him pressed against her back. When the brush touched the canvas, she let out a soft laugh.

“What is it brining you such joy my dear?”

“Your beard tickles my cheek.”

Y/n spoke softly as his own smile grew to match hers the two talking in soft whispers as he helped her fix the once ruined picture.

“What do you think?”

“It looks so much better thank you for your help now we both must sign it.”

She said pointing to the feather quill and pot of ink sat on the desk a few feet away from them, Alfred reached over grabbing the quill. Signing the name Debling then placing the quill in her hand so she could sign her last name.

Placing it back in the ink pot Y/n slowly turned to face him their eyes meeting hers lighting up as his softened.

“Miss. Y/n  I know this may come forth as a bit forward but may I kiss you?”

He asked a slight nervous quiver to his voice if you listened close enough she remained silently causing him to clear in throat. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel pressured into anything. After a moment her smile grew as she leaned closer to him their lips brushing in the softest touch before a knock on the door sent them apart. Composing themselves she turned to see Ruth entering one more.

“Excuse me miss but your mother is looking for you.”

“Thank you, Ruth please tell her, that I will be right there.”

Ruth nodded, leaving them alone again y/n sighing softly she turned back to Alfred who gently touched her cheek.

“I must be going as it is rather late, I shall call upon you tomorrow afternoon would that be alright?”

“Yes, I would enjoy that very much my lord.”

The pair left the room and y/n saw him to the front entrance, his fingers once more touching her cheek in a bid farewell. Watching him leave she sighed her arms wrapping around herself, the thought of his arms around her caused her face to heat up. Turning, she went off in search of her mother.

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 18 - All nighter.

Kento Nanami x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: after declining your Boss’s offer for dinner he saddles you with a large pile of paperwork to complete during the night, however you are not the only one stuck in the office after hours, at least you have your friendly desk neighbour, Kento Nanami, to keep you company through the All nighter you’ll have to pull.

Word count: 3.5k

CW: NSFW and adult content, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), dirty talk, clothed sex, ripping clothes, nipple play, edging, mention of breast fucking, unprotected sexual, sex in a chair and on a table, slight exhibitionism, semi-public sex, cream pie.

You had been working for your company for over a year and in the time you had come to know a lot of coworkers, however one coworker has been just out of reach, at first you didn’t really notice him, despite taking the same commute to work and your desks being right next to each other, you didn’t notice him until recently, when he lent you his umbrella during a sudden downpour, after someone had taken yours.

Know that you had noticed Nanami you had made it your mission to get closer to him, to form a friendship with him at the very least or hopefully something more special, doing so you’d often bring him sweet treats or saviour snacks, you’d make him a coffee or tea whenever you’d make yourself one, you’d offer to take his paperwork to the fax machine because you were taking your own.

Despite how close you’d both become there was a level of professionalism Nanami kept when he interacted with you, you had come to believe that the man probably just didn’t like you and way you liked him, so it was probably time for you to give up and keep this profession and platonic.

You sighed a rested your head back, “are you starting here tonight?” You looked beside you to the man next to you, “yeah, you too?” You asked and Nanami nodded, you hadn’t wanted to stay but your boss had given you a large stack of papers pretty much right after to declined his offer to go to dinner.

“Here drink this, it’s just me and you, so I’ll make sure you finish your work” Nanami said as he placed a coffee mug on your desk, you wondered if you were that lost in your head that he was about to leave and come back with two coffees he made, “thank you…” you smiled and picked up the mug before you began drinking it, “…is everyone else really gone, that’s unfortunate” you sighed and Nanami nodded, “yes, not many of us are fortunate enough to have to stay at the office overnight” he joked and you laughed.

You looked back at your computer screen, you really didn’t have much left and just maybe you’d be able to finish it, so you could actually go home tonight, but you didn’t feel right leaving Nanami on his own, “I’m on my last page…” he said in a soft tone almost like he was questioning something, “really? Me too” you smiled in relief and the man nodded, “would you like to leave together?… I could walk you home” he offered and you looked back at Nanami, you wondered if he realised what he was asking you, but Nanami was a grown man there was no way he didn’t realise, “my home is far… there’s a hotel nearby, I don’t think it’s too expensive” you answer and looked back at your computer screen, hopefully it’d hide your blush. “Good idea, I’ll see if there’s any availabilities for couples tonight” Nanami stood over you and grabbed the back of your chair, he leaned down so that he was just centimetres away from your ear, “if not… I hear the couches in the office lunchroom are comfortable” he whispered, you shivered and grabbed tightly onto your desk, “if you keep this up, your chair will have to be good enough” your voice shuttered and the man chuckled before stepping back, he sat back in his seat and began typing away at his computer, you copied his actions and worked to complete your last piece of paperwork quickly.

You clicked the save and printed button before standing and walked over to the printer, you collected your paperwork and after signing it, you realised you had finally finished and it was time to leave, you looked back towards Nanami who was blankly staring at his computer screen, you had a sneaky suspicion he had already finished but you weren’t brave enough to ask so instead you just watched him for a moment longer, before walking to the paper drop off so it could be sent to the correct place in the morning.

You slowly walked to the lunchroom and sat down on the couch, you looked up at the wall and read the clock, 2:48am. It honestly wasn’t that late and now you began to question if you should in fact spread the night with Nanami.

“I told you these couches were comfortable…” Nanami hummed as he sat down in an armchair next to the large couches you were on, he make a ‘come here’ motion to you, before patting his lap as you stood, “I think we waited enough” he smiled and reached for the zipper of his pants, before undoing them and pulling out his already erect penis.

You hummed while you slowly walked over to him and leant down, wrapping a hand around his shaft as you knelt before him, you rested your other hand on his leg while you began slowly pumping him, “this isn’t exactly what I had in mind” he sighed and rolled his head back then to the side, you smiled looking up at him before you brought your lips to his tip and gently kissed it, “it’s exactly what I had in mind, Nanami-san” you whispered against his tip before slightly parting them and slipped him into your mouth, Nanami whispering your name through a sigh and you felt your underwear begin to dampen, “you think about taking me with your mouth often?” He hums out the question, watching your face for any response, you gave him a single blink before taking him all the way down.

You moaned and whined while you sucked Nanami, you had begun to feel an ache in your jaw and a numbness in your legs and feet, however Nanami seemed relatively calm and unaffected, your eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. 3:51am… your eyes widened slightly before looking back at Nanami who had moved himself into a more comfortable sitting position, he was now leaning an arm and his side on the arm on the chair and his head was resting in his palm, his other hand rested on the back of your hand, “you just looked at the time didn’t you…?” He hummed out the question and you responded with a blink, “it’s been over an hour and you still think you’re going to get me to come just from your mouth” he chuckled slightly and you frowned, Nanami grabbed your hair and slowly pulled you off his throbbing member, “do get me wrong, I enjoy your beautiful and perfect mouth as much as anyone should, however I planned to finish inside you…” he smiled and pulled you up by the arm, “that’s exactly what I’m going to do” he pulled you blazer off and tossed it too the floor before making quick work on you blouse and bra, leaving your top half bare.

Nanami leant forward slightly and slowly slid his hands down your sides before resting them on your hips, “I’ve tried to be a respectable man… but you make me think the dirtiest thing” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your sternum, he moved his lips against you chest before settling his mouth open one of your nipples, “you do cruel things to me… you make me so narrow-minded and shallow man…” he grunted against your nipple before he began sucking and licking it, while his hands held and squeezed your breasts, “…when I’m sitting at my desk all I can think about is you taking me inside…” he continued to lick your nipples now switching between them, you moaned and ran your fingers into his neatly groomed hair.

Nanami’s hands moving down your body, while he continued to take your nipples in his mouth, his hands moving down your hip and to the hem on your skirt, before he slowly pulled it up, “I want to have you stripped naked before me… but we have so little time” he said resting his chin in the valley between your breasts before reaching to the crouch of your stockings and ripping them, you gasped and grabbed he’s shoulders, “are you going crazy? You ripped my clothes” you scolded through a shaky breath and the man closed his eyes and hummed, while his fingers gently pulled your underwear to the side and slowly rubbed a finger through your folds and up over your clit in one motion, collecting all your wetness, “I’ll replace whatever you want me too” he hummed and raised his finger to his mouth and licked it clean as he watched your face heat up.

Nanami’s eyes fluttered shut as he took in your delicate flavour, you grabbed his hand and shook your head, “it was a long day… I’m sweaty you shouldn’t lick that stuff” you huffed and he simply hummed in amusement, before pulling you close and grabbing the back of one of your knees before lifting your leg and resting your heeled foot on the arm on the chair before he knelt down off the chair and pressed his face into your crotch, “I wasn’t going to tonight as I wanted to take my time inside you, but after that delicate sweetness I need more” he groaned as he began licking your entrance, his tongue worked over the dripping hole in long flat tongued movements “though it’s best I get you ready for my length” he sighed as he pressed his tongue inside you, he flicked his tongue up and down repeatedly before pulling it out and continued his flat tongued licks over your hole, before repeating this action again and again.

You moaned loudly, your head thrown back and your voice echoing through the room, you cried out his name and grabbed his hair in a tight grip, desperately trying not to buck your hips into his face or letting your knees buckle and give out, “my… Nanami my clit… please it hurts” you whined and he smiled before moving his attention to the swollen bud, he licked it slowly with the same flat tongued motions he used on your entrance, before he began grinding his flat tongue over your bud, rubbing your sensitive little clit over his wet almost rough tongue, “it’s too good…” you sobbed.

Your body wobbled causing Nanami to grab your ass cheeks to support you, you had tightened the grip on his now disheveled hair and began carelessly grinding on him, “I’m so close, I’m going to…” you gasped and he looked up at you watching your face contorted into a pleased frown and your eyes rolling back, he felt his cock throb at the sight and the damn sound, the way you cried so loudly and you sweet voice echoing his name of the walls.

“Do you still think you can go?” Nanami asked as he sat back up on the armchair and lifted your leg down, holding you steady, “are you kidding… you think I’d stop here?” You wrapped a hand around the tip of his pulsing cock before slowing pumping your hand down, Nanami reached into his pocket and frowned before huffing out a sigh, you rubbed your fingers from your free hand over your sensitive cunt, collecting your juices and moving to rub them over his tip.

Nanami hissed and grabbed your wrist as you began to climb atop his lap, “look I left my wallet on my desk, it has the protection in it…” he grabbed your waist as you tried to line yourself with him, “I can’t put it in without a condom… I would have the strength to pull out of you” he hummed and you moaned running your fingers in his sideburns and grabbed him by the hair before pulling his face back into your chest, “I take contraception… birth control… I can take it all raw” you kissed his forehead and moaned desperately as you wiggled your hips, causing his tip to rub against your folds, “I don’t think it’s wise, just let me go get the condom from my wallet..” he huffed, trying with every fibre of his being to not give into his desperation.

Nanami needed it, maybe even more then you, he had basically allowed himself to be edged for over an hour, as your perfect lips wrapped around him, sucking and licking his cock so needly, then he had to struggle not to cum as you release all over his tongue, after rubbing and fucking yourself wantonly on it, and now here you were your other sweet and extraordinarily perfect lips rubbing against his tip, dripping and begging for him to slip inside.

“Come inside Nanami” you whispered and brushed your fingers through his hair before his resolve held you then leant down and kissed his lips, you moved from his lips to his cheek, then his jaw, then his ear, you licked the shell of his ear and felt him twitch, if Nanami said you do cruel things to him, then that’s exactly what you’ll do.

“Please Kento-kun” you moan softly in his ear, Nanami throw his head back and thrusted his hip up, while also pulling you down.

God it was heaven, his cock was thick and long, it curved up and inwards towards him, giving you the perfect pressure against your g-spot with every thrust, Nanami’s dick not only looked pretty but felt otherworldly inside you, being wrapped around Nanami so snuggly is like you were meeting pleasure for the first time in your life, like the first time you rub your clit or the first time you get fingered, he made it feel like you’d never felt this good before, and just maybe you hadn’t.

Nanami’s arms wrapped around your waist as he continued the strong movements of his hips, you cried and moaned as you held his shoulders and tried to grind your hips in time with his thrusts, he groaned as your velvet walls squeezed him tight, “good god… you trying to snap it off” he moaned and rested his forehead against your shoulder, “it’s so thick… I couldn’t even it if I tried” you moaned desperately feeling him twitch and pulse at your words, “even if that’s the case… you take it so well…” he grunted and began picking up the pace and strength of his thrusts, to the point you were being bounced with each thrust, “like we were made for each other, like this sweet pussy is mine” he hummed and grabbed the arms of the chair very tightly at he, while you ran your hands down his shoulder and arms before grabbing his hands, “kento, I’m going” you moaned feeling the pressure in your lower belly.

The sounds coming from both of you, didn’t help that, the moaning and grunting, the wet squelching of fabric from the mess you had made on Nanami’s lap, “I’m going do it so deep” he grunted as his hips continued roughing thrusting up into you, your breast bounced wildly with each snap on his hips, he watched them move with an intensity you’d often see him give a piece of difficult paperwork, you hummed “next time, I’ll let you fuck between them and release all in my mouth” you moaned reaching up and grabbing your breasts, now begin the find a good bouncing rhythm to work with Nanami’s thrusts.

Nanami hummed in delight, as he hooked his arms under your legs and grabbed your ass, “hold on” he huffed and you quickly grabbed his shoulders again, before he stood, you gasped in shock as he stood so effortlessly and never once falter in his movements, he walked forward and pressed you down onto one of the few lunch tables, “I’m almost done… is that okay?” He huffed as he cupped your face and brushed a thumb over your cheek, “yes… please, I wanna feel you feel good inside me” you babbled and Nanami grunted as he snapped his hips faster and harder into you, your body began to give out as you started shaking because of sudden orgasm that hit you, while Nanami lifted a knee up onto the table as leverage, this caused the table to squeak under the pressure and weight of both of you, while it also began to scrap against the floor, Nanami cursed out loudly with each strong stroke of his hips, his voice echoed and his body tightened, and yet he wasn’t there…

There was something preventing him from releasing, you moaned and begged him to feel his sweet, hot load, but nothing… was he that pent up his body wouldn’t give him his much needed orgasm or was be waiting for something, you looked over at the clock and your eyes wide, “Ken… Kento-kun… it’s almost time for the owner to come in” you shout in a shaky voice, he hummed and pressed a long kiss to your lips, “I know this, why else would I hold my cum” he groaned and pressed his cheek to your chest, “I want him to see your face when I unload into you, I want him to see to take it all” he chuckled and you’re face heated up, “I want him to see what he could have had, if he wasn’t such a creep to you… I punishing him for making my sweet girl pull an all nighter” he huffed and leaned up, his hips snapping to you with an all new vigour.

You grabbed his tie in hand and his forearm in the other as you raised your legs in the air and opened them wide, it was childish and would definitely get you both in trouble, maybe even fired but it would be worth, Nanami grabbed the backs of your thighs and lifted his other leg into the table, getting closer and closer to the inevitable, his sack tightened and he’s cock throbbed painfully so, but he keep telling himself it’s bee worth it, you on the other hand, your head hung off the edge of the table as your body jolted with each thrust and your shook with anticipation, “what’s all this commotion?!” A voice called as they walked down the hall and into the kitchen.

Your boss stood in the door way, eyes wide and mouth agape, your ankles hooked together around his neck, as you felt yet another release hit you, your walls clamped desperately around him milking him, “Kento-kun… don’t make me wait any longer” you cried and he grunted loudly, “fuck, take it deep and keep it in there” he huffed as his hips snapped into harshly for the last time, you cried as the indescribable warmth Nanami had denying you all night finally came, he had finally came…

It was so deep and much, you were almost glad to waiting for it, though on the other hand to were angry he would deny you something so pleasurable and perfect for that long, “I’ll keep your load safe Kento” you moaned and move your legs down to wrap around his waist, however as you relaxed he pulled out and watched your pussy clenched, trying to keep every drop inside, however still failing.

“What the fuck is this?!” Your boss roared and Nanami chuckled as he stepped back completely from your spent body, he began tucking his cock back in his soaked pants before zipping them up, “we had dinner plans last night… though unfortunately we were both slammed with work so I had to have my meal in here” he hammered and finished fixing his work clothes, “you see… I’m such a jealous man, I don’t like others trying to take from me… and she…” he pointed to you before resting a hand on your stomach, he ran his fingers down and pressed them into your opening, gathering cum on his fingers, “…as you can see, is mine” he smiled, holding his cum covered fingers up to his boss, the man was stunned into silence, not only had he found two employees fucking on a table in the office, but he had also been called out for being creepy towards you, “though I gotta thank you… I’d never have had the courage to sleep with her if it wasn’t for your failed advances.” Nanami smiled and walked over to his boss, “I apologise for doing it here, I’m sure you understand I just didn’t have the patience to wait” he grabbed the other man’s shoulder and turned them around, before pulling him out of the lunchroom, “let’s forgive and forget about this…” Nanami chuckled and your boss was just about to argue but was interrupted, “I’ll even be alright with you watching over the camera footage” you leant into your boss’s ear and whispered, before you walked away now dressed and decent, swaying your hips as you did so, before stoping and looked back at both men, “I some think Nanami and I have earned some PTO, so we’re taking today and tomorrow off” you smiled and winked, your boss however nodded and watched your ass as you walked away, “take as much time as you need” he hummed and walked back to his office, Nanami stood there and wondered what be had gotten himself into.

Was your boss a weak willed man, or were you just that tempting, so tempting any man would throw aside any resolve just from the sway of your hips or the promise of watched you get railed by another guy.

What had Nanami gotten himself into.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 17 - Asahi Azumane: A/B/O.

Day 19 - Izuku Midoriya: Inadequate.

[s4no]

+ feat: ken ryuuguji x fem!reader

+ cw: sex work (draken is an escort), virginity loss, oral (r), ptv, size difference

+ summary: after years of failed attempts at losing your virginity, you decide to take matters into your own hands and buy a night with the most expensive male escort tokyo has to offer. (5.4k words)

+ a/n: i decided to rewrite one of my old fics so if you recognize the title and/or plot, it's from my archived account; written in the adult timeline

Your nerves are in shambles as you approach the unfamiliar building. Your legs feel weak and your fingers clutch your wallet tightly, as if you suspect someone may try to mug you and steal it. For all that you know, it's possible. You’ve never been in this part of town before and you're grateful you haven't run into anybody you know. You’d definitely get questioned if someone saw you walking down the main street of Tokyo's Red Light District. Or more specifically, into a brothel.

It isn’t like you're out here on a whim. You’d thought about this for a long time, pondered over it many nights after hours of tossing and turning, and after five very long— and equally as frustrating years, you’d made your decision. You wanted to lose your virginity and you’d use all the resources at your disposal.

You didn’t have much luck out on the dating scene, which mainly consisted of Tinder and a couple of the local bars out in Roppongi. You’d tried it all: blind dates, speed dates, double dates. None of them ever resulted in a relationship— or even a one night stand— so you’d been forced back to square one each time. After five years of trying and failing, you’d given up on finding love for the time being.

But… not pleasure.

That’s how you find yourself walking into the luxurious lobby of the most popular brothel in the city. The smell of jasmine invades your nose and the sound of smooth jazz drifts into your ears, immediately creating a sensuous atmosphere that leaves you gawking. Red velvet couches line the walls, some accompanied by golden side tables where clients can sit their drinks while they wait to be called back.

At the front of the room sits a large mahogany desk with a woman seated behind it, tapping away at a computer. Swallowing, you timidly approach the front desk and lean in close, your voice barely above a whisper. “Hello, I’d like to… Um, book a room.”

The woman doesn’t even bother sparing you a glance, her fingers still flying across the keyboard. “Male or female bodied?”

“Male, please. I’d like… the male with the best rating, if possible.”

Your cheeks flush when the woman stops typing, her eyes glancing you over before responding. “I’m sure you would,” condescension colors her tone, “but I’m afraid there are premium rates for our top-tier employees.” Ones that are out of your price range, she suspects.

“I’m prepared to pay as much as it takes.” Unzipping your wallet, you spread it open to reveal a thick stack of crisp ten thousand yen banknotes. You’ve been saving up for this since Christmas, working a full-time job along with attending classes at the university nearby. It’d been stressful and you'd worked yourself ragged, pinching pennies for the last few months, but tonight is going to make it all worth it.

Her eyes flicker between you and your stuffed wallet for a moment before she crosses her arms and leans back in her chair. “I see. Well, I’ll have to check if he’s available. How long did you want to book him for?”

“…Three hours.”

Her eyebrows raise at that but she otherwise remains professional, nodding and picking up the phone on her desk. She quickly dials a number, sighing as she waits for someone to answer. “Hello? Yes, I was wondering if you’d like to accept a three-hour appointment.” She pauses for a second. “Yes, she’s here in the lobby right now and prepared to pay the fees upfront.” Another pause. “Okay. Thank you, Draken. Bye.”

Putting the phone down, she turns back to you. “He should be down shortly to take you back. That’ll be ¥120,000.”

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After handing over the wad of cash, you take a seat on one of the velvet couches and run a hand through your hair. The room feels significantly warmer than it had when you first walked in and you realize it's because your heart is racing. It's happening. This is actually happening.

You'd almost chickened out this afternoon— considered using the money to take a nice little trip to Okinawa. You could swim with the fish and read out on the beach, eat some good seafood, blow off some steam. You'd definitely enjoy yourself but what happened once you came back? You'd find yourself back at square one, a hundred thousand yen poorer and filled with regret and immense sexual frustration.

There had been a couple of times you'd come close to achieving your goal. You'd gone to a frat party a few weeks ago, drank and danced your heart out. Even wore a pair of jean shorts that barely managed to cover your ass. When you ended up getting hot and heavy with one of the brothers, he took you back to his room only for you to walk in on his roommate having a threesome with two very talented blondes.

In March, when you first created a Tinder profile, you'd matched with a cute grad student who wanted to take you out to dinner. He drove you to a hotpot restaurant and halfway through the date, you two retreated to the bathroom to have a quickie. Your panties were around your ankles when you realized you didn't want your first time to be in a restroom stall beside a grimy toilet. You didn't want it to be a five-minute escapade that would leave you disappointed and unfulfilled. It's obvious to say the drive home had been awkward.

You're so deep in thought that you don't notice when a man walks out from behind the beaded curtain and approaches the front desk. You don't notice him at all— not until he's standing in front of you with a small smile playing on his lips. Onyx eyes roll over you slowly, long hair of the same color tied back in a braid. There's a black dragon tattooed across the left side of his head, and you have the oddest urge to reach out and trace your fingers atop it.

“You must be my client for tonight.” His voice is deep and smooth like molasses and a trill runs down your spine as he wets his lips, “I’m Draken.”

“Hi… I’m (y/n).” You offer, extending your hand out to which he lifts a brow.

He repeats your name back to you, drawing it out like he savors the taste of it on his tongue, and then takes your hand in his. Instead of shaking it, he interlaces his fingers through yours and gives it a soft squeeze. “C’mon princess, ’m on the top floor.”

Nodding weakly, you’re practically in a daze as he leads you back through the curtain of sparkling beads and into an elevator that’s every bit as fancy as the room you were just in. He fishes out a silver key from his pocket before turning it into the lock beside the button labeled seven, and up you go.

The enclosed area only emphasizes how large he is compared to you, how much space he takes up. He’s well above six feet with broad shoulders and muscles that bulge inside the sleeves of his silk button-down. You can feel him watching you as you ascend but you don’t have the courage to meet his gaze. Tension bleeds into the air, and coupled with the stark silence, it’s nearly suffocating. You have to make a conscious effort to take deep breaths as you will your heart to calm down.

When the dinging of the elevator sounds like church bells, you aren’t surprised. You’re pretty sure heaven awaits you on the other side of these doors.

You find that heaven looks a lot like a bachelor’s pad. Filled with dark wood and sleek furniture, it’s a mini-paradise; complete with a fully stocked bar, a king-sized bed, and a balcony leading out to a hot tub. Music plays softly from the surround sound system and you breathe in the faint aroma of juniper and tobacco as you walk inside.

“I hope R&B is alright.” He squeezes your hand once more before letting go of it, kicking off his slippers and making his way over to the bar. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“A glass of water?”

His brow lifts again but he nods, “Sure.”

“Thank you.” You look around while he pours out your drinks, taking in the scenic view of the city below. “You have a very nice place.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know.” When you turn around, he’s standing behind you, holding out a glass of water with a shot of sake in his other hand. “Be so formal.”

“Ah, I’m sorry.” You quickly accept the drink, muttering out a quiet apology. You’d done so much in preparation for this moment, but not once had you ever thought about how awkward it would be in the beginning. You hadn’t thought to look into the… ‘etiquette’ of brothels. You settle on giving him an honest answer. “I’m not entirely sure how to act.”

There’s a knowing smile on his face as he reaches out and tilts your chin up. His thumb glides lightly across your cheek, the calloused fingertip burning where it touches your skin. “Just relax. I promise you, you’re in good hands. I’m gonna take good care of you tonight.”

You know the gesture is meant to help reassure you and lessen your nerves, but all it succeeds in doing is sending your pulse skyrocketing. Apprehension bubbles low in your stomach and your voice wobbles when you respond. “O-Okay..”

“Let me ask you a question.” His thumb moves from your cheek to your mouth, feather-light as it ghosts over the curve of your lips. “You haven’t done this before, have you, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks flare at his question, eyes widening in shock. Is it that obvious? “No, I haven’t.” You admit reluctantly, “I just— Well, I’m tired of waiting. I know the first time is supposed to be special, but… this is special in a way, right?” You watch as the comforting smile falls right off his face. His eyebrows furrow and you mimic the action, worrying what you’d said to elicit this type of reaction. “What? What’s wrong?”

He blinks at you as he processes the information and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head. “First time?” His expression turns serious, his hand dropping from your cheek. “I was talkin’ about coming to a brothel, not having sex.” He shakes his head, “Look, I’ll take you back downstairs. Sana will get you a full refund—”

“No!” You cringe when you blurt it out, interrupting him. “Please, you don’t understand. I want to do this. I’m sure of it.”

“It’s not a matter of if you’re sure or not.” His voice is stern now, taking on an edge that slices right through your pounding heart. “It’s a personal preference. I don’t sleep with virgins, not at work.”

“I— I can pay you more money, however much you want!” You know you sound desperate but that’s because you are. You’ve worked your ass off to get here, to have this experience, and now you’re grasping for straws as you feel it slipping through your fingers. “You don’t even have to accommodate me, just do your thing and—”

It’s his turn to interrupt you. “Do you have any idea what you’re saying?” You can hear the anger in his voice, it’s almost palpable. “You can’t just go around tellin’ people they can have their way with you. It’s your first time. You should be accommodated. Now, follow me. I’m walking you back down to the lobby.”

You don’t move when he walks back toward the elevator, keeping your feet planted on the hardwood floor. “If I should be catered to, then why don’t you do it yourself? Because if you take me back down to the lobby, I won’t be getting a refund. I’ll just ask for someone different.”

A muscle in his jaw feathers as it clenches, his eyes narrowing down at you as if that will help him discern whether you’re bluffing or not. But as you hold his gaze, unwavering and earnest, he realizes you’re telling the truth. Heaving a sigh, he brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He should be calling security right now, have you escorted out of the building. He shouldn’t be entertaining the thought of conceding to your demands.

Yet, there’s something in your eyes as you stare up at him— a certain innocence that has him willing to break his rules. Just once. He’d indulge you this once, if only because he doesn’t trust anybody else here to treat you right. “…Fine, but we’re doing this my way.”

You exhale a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. “Thank you, Draken. It… that means a lot to me.”

“I know it does.” Normally, he isn’t so forgiving toward people who threaten him but he can recognize the desperation in your voice. And desperation can lead to dangerous things. Other men would take advantage of that, and for some reason, he hates the thought of some old sleazebag taking your first time. At least with him, he’d make sure you’re satisfied. “Here, let’s sit down.”

You take a seat on the edge of the bed, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. “Should we… take off our clothes?”

Your heart flutters when a chuckle rumbles up from his chest. You’re as awkward as you are stubborn and he finds it strangely endearing. “No, not yet. We’re gonna take it nice and slow, m’kay?” He scoots closer, turning to face you. “But I am going to kiss you.” He raises a hand to your cheek, his thumb resuming its stroking. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”

He waits until you nod before beginning to lean in, slowly so you still have every chance to change your mind. But when his lips press against yours, claiming them with a tender kiss, you know there’s no going back.

His lips are soft and warm as they move against yours, and you kiss him back— albeit clumsily because of how nervous you are. He doesn’t seem to mind though, more than willing to take the lead and pick the pace. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to deepen the exchange, and you allow it, humming contently as the taste of spearmint and tobacco fills your mouth.

His hand moves to grip your jaw as the other trails up and down your side, and despite the shivers that ensue, it helps ground you in the moment, brings you back down to earth just in time for him to draw away. You’re left breathless, sucking in deep gulps of air to clear the dizziness that’s muddled your mind.

“You still want to do this?” Warm breath fans across your face, obsidian eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty. He doesn’t find any.

“Yes, please,” you whisper, “I meant it when I said I want to do this.”

That’s all the consent he needs before he captures your lips again, this time with an intensity that makes your head spin. His hands move to unbutton your blouse, slowly working their way down to the bottom and slipping it off your shoulders. He doesn’t break the kiss as he starts palming your breasts, massaging them over your bra, and you can’t help the whimper that rises up from your throat in response. His tongue continues to explore your mouth, tangling with yours until your core is throbbing with need.

“Gonna be a good girl f’me?” He murmurs against your lips, palms splayed across your chest. One of them snakes behind you and nimbly unclasps your bra, letting it fall forward just enough to give him a peek at what lies underneath. “Lay back.”

Your body responds naturally, following his order without hesitation. You pull away and lean back until you’re pressed against the mattress with him looming over you, his eyes drinking you in as he slips the garment off your shoulders. “Fuck…” He mutters, “Look at you.”

Your nipples pebble beneath his gaze, pretty and pert and begging to be played with. He licks his licks lustfully, rough hands coming down to cup and squeeze them. Your head turns to the side when he starts to pinch the peaks, rubbing them between his fingers and forcing another whimper to escape.

He maintains eye contact as he lowers down, plush lips wrapping around one only to flick his tongue over the bud. “Draken…”

“There you go,” he breathes out, pulling back to admire the view. “Just relax, baby.”

Unbuttoning his shirt, he shrugs it off, discarding it with the rest of your clothes before turning his attention back to you. “Don’t be afraid to touch me.” He leans forward and grabs your hands, moving to press them against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat if you concentrate, the rhythmic thumping beneath your palm. It’s a sharp contrast to yours which beats wildly against your ribcage, threatening to burst out of your chest.

With the sight before you, who can blame you?

His body is built and toned, corded muscles rippling across his torso and leading down to a delicious set of prominent v-lines. Your mouth waters as they flex and you drag your hands down to feel the hard ridges of his abdomen, a trail of dark hair descending down from his navel and disappearing into his jeans. You’re all but mesmerized.

“Like what you see?” He teases, his head dipping down to the curve of your neck. Straight white teeth graze across the tender flesh before suckling on your pulse point. All you can do is nod, your breathing shallow and uneven as his fingers continue tweaking your hardened nipples.

He knows the pace he’s setting is slow— deliberate— but he wants you more aroused than you’ve ever been, dripping wet for him when he finally takes you.

With soft pants falling from your lips, one of his hands slides down to your waist, his index finger dipping into the hem of your skirt. He could very well just pull it up, sneak his hand underneath it, but he resists the temptation, determined to make you squirm in anticipation.

And you do, every purposeful touch kindling the fire within you until it’s a blazing inferno. Your blood boils in your veins, your skin beautifully flushed. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say you’re in danger of overheating.

“Let’s get this off, yeah?” He mutters, letting the waistband of your skirt snap back against your skin. Your hips eagerly buck at the small sting, making it easy for him to tug it off and toss it onto the floor, and then he spreads your thighs apart to reveal a large damp spot in the middle of your panties. “Shit, so fuckin’ wet…” He curses, his eyes getting impossibly darker.

You nearly clamp your legs together as his eyes rove over you but the adoration in his expression bolsters you, gives you the confidence you need so badly. You stay still and let him look, trying to memorize the image of him between your thighs as he does.

Time seems to slow down. Seconds tick by and with each one that passes, you grow more and more uncomfortable. Your pussy aches, the desire he’s so carefully cultivated inside you becoming almost unbearable. But he either doesn’t notice the need swimming in your eyes, or he doesn’t care. He remains hovering over you, gaze zeroed in on your clothed cunt.

“Touch me,” the plea escapes you before you can stop it, and the corners of his lips tilt up into a small smirk. “Please.”

He hums as if he has to think about it. You’re about to start begging when his fingers press against you, applying enough pressure to make you mewl. “Don’t get greedy, princess.” He chastises gruffly, “You’ll take what I give you, remember?”

You nod obediently so he rewards you, circling your panty-clad clit until your hips are shifting back and forth. Moans fall freely from your lips but it still isn’t enough. You need more.

“Please,” you whine, eyebrows cinching together as you gaze up at him. “Draken, please…”

He hums again and hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties before dragging them down to your ankles. “Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.” Completely bared to him, apprehension saturates the air, your stomach doing backflips as he leans down and blows out a puff of air against your folds. When you clench at the sensation, a growl sounds. “Such a pretty little pussy.”

The pink flesh glistens in the dim lighting of the room, every inch soaked with arousal that drips down the inside of your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you. If you weren’t a virgin, he doesn’t think he’d even need to prep you.

Calloused fingers rub between your puffy folds, collecting your slick until his fingers are covered, and then one of his digits prods at your entrance, easing inside of you. Your back arches off the bed as he curves it in a come hither motion, your hands flying out to grip his shoulders. “Fuck..!”

You should be embarrassed at the deep laughter that leaves him but you can only focus on the way he’s knuckle deep inside of you, adding a second finger and beginning to thrust them both in and out. “Your reactions are s’cute. What if I were to just…” He trails off as he lowers down until he’s face-to-face with your pussy, and your hands strike out to grab his cheeks so you can hold him back.

“W-Wait..” You stammer before swallowing thickly, “It’s okay, you don’t have to—”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No, no… I just… No one’s ever…” Your blush spreads to the tips of your ears.

He cocks a brow up at you. “No one’s ever eaten you out?” But he already knows the answer. Your mortified expression is as good as any verbal indication. Shock flickers across his face, but he takes the new piece of information in stride, turning his head to the side and pressing a kiss against the inside of your thigh. “Lemme taste you, baby. You don’t need to be shy.”

Your insecurities melt away under his encouragement but when you merely nod, he nips at your skin. “No, use your words.”

“O-Okay.” You breathe out shakily, “Go ahead.”

The words have barely left your mouth when you feel his lips wrap around your clit, his tongue expertly swirling around the sensitive bud and tearing a gasp from your throat. His fingers resume their curling motions, and suddenly a familiar sensation begins building in your stomach. It reminds you of all the times you’ve touched yourself, all of the times you’ve worked yourself into a frenzy chasing your orgasm. You’d rut against your pillow only for your legs to start trembling, too weak to climb the last few inches to the peak.

Admittedly, your legs do start to shake, your body tense and on the verge of locking up. It’s like you’ve conditioned it to expect the worst, that you’ll get close enough to taste the high and then be denied like all of the other times you’ve attempted to pleasure yourself.

“Draken,” you moan, the sound so depraved you don’t recognize your own voice, “Don’t stop— p-please, don’t stop..!”

A groan erupts from his chest as your walls tighten around his fingers and the vibrations of it cause another wave of heat to wash over you, threatening to pull you out to sea and drown you in its depths. You’re so close, closer than you’ve ever been before.

It’s when his mouth suctions around your clit that you’re flung off the precipice. Pleasure blooms out from between your thighs, shooting through your limbs and out to the tips of your fingers. Your eyes squeeze shut as it consumes you, bleeds into all your senses until you’re writhing around in the sheets, hands blindly grasping for something— anything— to ground you.

Even then, he doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking, keeps licking, long fingers thrusting inside of you to prolong the orgasm for as long as possible. “Good girl.” He praises, drawing away when you finally come to. You’re panting from the physical exertion, pupils blown with desire as you slowly lift your head to look down at him. His lips, cheeks, and chin are shiny with your slick, and you’d probably be embarrassed if you didn’t feel so lightheaded.

“Thank you… that was amazing..” And even that was a gross understatement.

Rising up from between your legs, there’s a smug expression on his face. “Save the thank-you’s for later, princess. We’re not done yet.” As if to emphasize his point, his hands drop down to start unbuckling his belt, your eyes following suit and widening into saucers when you see the bulge in the front of his pants.

“Oh my god.”

It’s… he’s huge.

You watch with bated breath as he unzips his pants and lets them drop around his ankles, your eyes boring holes into him when he pulls down his boxers and reveals both the prettiest and thickest cock you’ve ever seen. The shaft is long and curved, the tip flushed and leaking. A large vein runs down the entirety of the length and you swear if you look hard enough, you can see it pulsing.

He grips the base of it, stroking it a couple of times before prowling forward. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” A grin tugs at the corners of his lips. “Worried ‘s not gonna fit?”

“…Yes.” You squeak.

He chuckles at your candor, opening up a drawer on the bedside table and fishing out a small plastic square— a condom, you realize. It only takes him a moment to tear it open and slip it on, the action effortless from years of practice. “Don’t be scared. I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I? I’m a man of my word if nothing else.”

Crawling onto the bed, he captures your lips in a kiss that can only be described as comforting. It’s slow and gentle, even when his tongue dips into your mouth, and his hands come up to cup your cheeks, holding you in such a way that you can’t help but feel cherished.

“I’m gonna start now,” he murmurs against your lips, “Remember, if you want me to stop, just say the word.” You nod in acknowledgment, and with that, he reaches down and lines himself up with your entrance, the tip of his cock prodding at your center. “Squeeze me as tightly as you need.”

Your hands shoot out to grip his shoulders right as he starts to push inside of you and your nails bite into his skin at the stretch, leaving crescent indents behind. A strangled noise bubbles up from your throat when pain takes hold of you, burning bright like the sun in the middle of summer.

“I know,” he rasps, his lips ghosting over the edge of your jaw, “I know it hurts. But it’ll feel better soon, I promise.” Tears prick at your eyes as he pushes deeper inside you, but soon his fingers are circling over your clit, blending the pleasure and pain until one is indiscernible from the other. “Just breathe, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

His movements are so controlled, it’s impressive— even as the slew of foreign sensations threatens to overwhelm you, you’re able to recognize that much. His brows are furrowed in concentration, his breaths coming out in hot puffs that skate across your heated skin. And ever so slowly, he works you open, sinking into you inch by inch. By the time he’s bottomed out, a thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead, his voice strained when he says, “You did so well, baby, ‘m so fuckin’ proud of you.”

You only whimper in response, turning your head to the side so your cheek is pressed against the pillow. You feel so full, inhumanely full. So much so that you’re genuinely surprised you haven’t been split in half because, for all intents and purposes, that’s what it’d felt like. Your only saving grace is the way he hasn’t stopped rubbing your clit, hasn’t stopped praising you for taking him so well.

It’s a testament to his self-restraint the way he manages to remain still, buried deep inside you, while he patiently waits for your walls to adjust to his size. If he were a lesser man, he’d push aside your comfort, neglect your needs and pound into you to relieve his aching cock. But he waits, waits until your pained whimpers morph into soft moans, until you start to squirm beneath him as your body tries to create the friction it needs so badly.

“Move,” you beg, your hands sliding down from his shoulder to grab onto his hips, attempting to move them yourself. “Please… need you to move..”

A pair of large hands tug yours away from his waist before they pin them down on either side of your head. There’s no real force behind the maneuver but you don’t fight him off as he threads your fingers between his, just like he did earlier this evening. “Look at me, (y/n). I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

Tentatively, you turn your head so you’re staring up at him. You’re not sure what he sees but approval shines in his eyes and a sincere smile graces his lips. “Good girl.”

With your eyes glued on his, he finally starts to move, drawing his hips back and pushing into you in small, shallow thrusts. Your lips part into a gasp, your breath hitching every time he’s fully hilted inside of you. Tears line your lashes but this time, they aren’t from pain. They’re from pure, unadulterated pleasure— the all-encompassing kind that leaves you in tatters on the floor.

“Feels s’good.. So fuckin’ tight.” He groans, his pace speeding up as more moans pour from your lips. The sound of skin slapping skin ensues and you cry out when he shifts his angle, the tip of his cock hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll.

Your pleasure heightens and you think that this must be euphoria as your tears overflow, spilling down your cheeks and dropping onto the pillow beneath your head. Yet, you don’t look away from him. You don’t dare shy away from his gaze, not even when the coil inside you begins winding tight, warning you of your impending orgasm.

He squeezes your hands as your body goes taut. You’re panting now— sucking in breath after breath as your bodies collide— but you can’t seem to get enough air. Up you climb, higher and higher until you begin to tremble beneath him, your hands holding onto his like they’re a lifeline.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asks through gritted teeth, “Gonna cream on my cock?” He curses when you nod, dropping his forehead down so it rests against yours. “Well, go on then, princess. Make a fuckin’ mess.”

As if on command, the cord inside you abruptly snaps. A violent shudder wracks through your body, bliss clouding every single one of your five senses. It’s enough to wrench a deafening sob out of you, your back arching up off the bed so your chest is pressed firmly against his. He continues to drive into you as your walls pulsate around him and a growl reverberates up from his throat at the same time you feel his length twitch inside of you.

He stops after a few more thrusts, slowly pulling out of you and turning over to lie on his back. You whine quietly at the loss, but you’re too busy trying to catch your breath to complain.

“Shit…” He says, his head turning to look at you after a couple of minutes of silence, “How do you feel?”

Somehow, you summon up enough energy to smile through the exhaustion that’s seeped into your bones. “Definitely not like a virgin.”

He lets out a laugh at that, flashing you a brilliant white smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the sides. “Well, we’ve still got two hours left, sweetheart. Don’t go tappin’ out on me yet.”

[littlelovelyra]

I'm with you - Astarion FanFic

Fem tav x Astarion

Tav is a bard

Summary: Unbeknownst to you, Astarion has realised that perhaps his plan is falling apart, you have felt him distancing himself for a few days. You now arrive at last light inn where one night Alfira asks you to perform one of your latest songs. Which leads to you and Astarion alone in your quarters later.

Notes: Ive written this based around a song by vance joy, there will be the use of the lyrics from the song (maybe a few changed lyrics) for the plot of this story, so you will be reading the song lyrics - if you wish to listen to how its meant to be sung, the song is called “Im with you” - I suck at fanfic writing but I day dream a lot and since hearing this song I have had this “encounter” in my head so I like to get it out.

Warnings: Fluff, Oral, PiV, fingering

MINORS DNI

He’s been distant, and you don't know why. You spend your time lost in thought, replaying moments in your mind, searching for what you might have done to push him away. He hasn't sought you out for his daily feeds either, which surely means he must be growing weak. The last time you were alone together was two days after obliterating the Githyanki Creche. You wonder if he's still mad about the blast from that weapon you triggered. But you'd asked him multiple times if he had forgiven you, and he had reassured you that it was in the past. He had even warned you that next time he would be the one to wield the powerful weapon, as if he were more responsible than you.

You arrived at Last Light Inn in what you believe to be the early hours of the morning, though time feels different here. Your companions insisted you take the single room available, with its own bed and privacy. Perhaps they don’t know that Astarion hasn’t visited you for the past three nights…

Three nights ago, you had quietly slipped into his tent for him to feed on you. You remember how gently he laid you down, cradling your head with his arm as he carefully kissed your neck before sinking his teeth in. You can still feel his other hand cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing loving circles around your jaw. His soft moans as he drank you in echoed in your mind. After he had his fill, he placed another tender kiss on your wounds and slowly pulled you into a long, slow kiss that felt earth-shatteringly intimate, something you had never felt from him before. Remembering the feel of his cold hands exploring your body with such tenderness and purpose sends a shiver through you, as if you can still feel his touch. The breathlessness you both shared while tangled together in a night of passion, only to wake up the next morning with him already gone. You wondered if you had imagined the love radiating from him.

But now, there is nothing but silence. Eye contact avoided. Your chest feels as if it has caved in. You don’t know how to repair this, so you do what you know best. You pick up your lute and begin to compose. After what seems like an eternity of trying to collect your thoughts, you compose something that perfectly captures how you feel in this moment. Yet, the heaviness still weighs deeply within you. Sighing to yourself, you set down the paper and your lute and decide to purchase a drink at the bar.

“It’s you!” A familiar voice calls out from across the room. You lift your head to see the friendly face of Alfira, a fellow bard. You meet her smile with one just as wide and pull her into a warm embrace.

“I’m so glad you made it here, Alfira! I hope you’ve been keeping yourself out of trouble!” you say, holding her at arm’s length, taking her in. She seems healthy and safe.

“Well, it’s all thanks to you, Tav! I’ve been keeping out of trouble, just working on my music. In fact, I’ve been providing entertainment here for a while. I thought this place needed some nightly music to lift everyone’s spirits… OH! YES! I have the BEST idea!”

You know where this is going, and you don’t like it.

“You need to play here tonight, Tav! Please!” Her eyes are practically sparkling with excitement.

“Look, Alfira, I’m sure nobody wants to hear my stuff. Yours is probably way more interesting.”

“Nonsense.” She looks around the bar and loudly announces, “Who wants to hear Tav tonight instead of me?”

Gale, being Gale, yells in agreement, and the rest of the bar follows suit. You shoot daggers at him, who holds his hands up in surrender, offering an apologetic smile.

“I suppose I can, but one song only, Alfira.” You offer her a small smile. One song—you can handle it. It will be fine.

“Amazing! I heard some music coming from your room before, which is why I came inside. I’d like to hear that one, please! OH, I can’t wait. This is going to be AMAZING!”

Before you can protest the song choice, she gives you a quick hug and exits the building, spreading the news of your performance.

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You spent the rest of the day polishing the lyrics of the song, and the time has finally come to head out and wait for Alfira to bring you up on the makeshift stage set in the corner of the room.

“We have an exceptional surprise for you all tonight! Our very own Tav will be performing one of her latest compositions! Please help me in welcoming her up!” Alfira extends her hand out and you sheepishly take it to hop up on the platform. Casting a look around the room you take a moment to compose yourself, this is what you did for a living before all hell broke loose. You can do this… and that’s when you see him lingering in the back, swirling his drink in his hand, his gaze completely fixed on you. You inhale deeply and you begin to play your new song, your stare never leaving his as you sing…

“I saw you standing there, the curls in your hair, the way it came tumbling down, just like a waterfall. And if you need a light I’ll be the match to your candle My Darling I’m ready, to burst into flames for you.”

Holding his stare you see something flicker in those ruby eyes but you continue without faltering.

“I was just coasting till we met. You remind me just how good it can get..

Well I’ve been on fire dreaming of you Tell me you don’t, it feels like you do Looking like that you’ll open some wounds… How does is start and when does it end? I’ve only been here for a moment but I know I want you But is it too soon? To know that I’m with you? There’s nothing I can do”

“There's nothing I won't do to see you shine I'll swing for the fences I'll run to the line And it's high time that you love me 'Cause you do it so well Oh darling, I'm with you There's nothing I won't do…”

You concluded the song, and the entire Last Light Inn erupted in cheers and hollers of approval. It had been a long time since you had experienced such genuine appreciation for your music, and your heart swelled with gratitude. You offered a small bow from the waist and made your way off the platform, shaking a few hands along the way. Alfira had returned to the stage, and the entertainment resumed.

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After a brief conversation with some of your companions, you excuse yourself and head to your room. Placing your lute gently on the table, you begin to prepare for bed, starting to undress. As you stand in your underclothes, a sudden chill envelops you from behind, causing your body to tense. You inhale a familiar scent - bergamot, rosemary, and a hint of aged brandy - and realize that you are not alone.

"Hello, darling," he breathes into your ear as he places a hand on your bare waist, sending a cold shiver down your spine. You slowly turn to face him, lifting your gaze to meet his. A thousand questions scream in your eyes, and you can tell he clearly sees them.. Before you can even form a sentence his mouth is on yours, with heated desperation his hands moving across the fullness of your body, taking you in, holding you as if he would never hold you again. Your questions vanish and nothing but desire flows through you down to your precious core that is aching with need for him. In an instant he’s guided you to the bed in the corner, placing you down, his kisses never missing a beat as he undresses you. The peaks of your breasts swell with anticipation as he scatters kisses down your neck, across your collarbone and eventually sucks in one of the tender peaks. A moan escapes your lips as you feel his hand moving toward your core.

He finds the bundle of nerves that eagerly await his touch and he begins rubbing slow circles around your clit.

“Astarion.’ You breathe out in a soft moan that sends him trailing kisses down your body until his head is at your very centre. You arch your back in anticipation, your body begging his mouth to find its home.

He lets out a soft growl as he buries his head in you, his tongue expertly delivering long calculated strokes, flicks and swirls. As he feels your body nearing its end he curls two fingers inside you and pumps them in and out while completely devouring you. You feel yourself becoming light headed and your body shaking as the wave comes crashing down. You let out a loud moan as you completely shatter around his face.

Astarion comes back up to you slowly cleaning his fingers off with his mouth while never breaking his stare. He slowly brings his face to yours kissing you deeply and you feel his hardness through his clothes pressing against you. A soft gasp escapes your lips as he undoes his trousers, springing free you feel his hardened flesh on yours.

While never breaking his kiss he slowly eases himself into you, the two of you exhaling the moment he fills and stretches you. He moves in and out in a slow rhythm, one almost matching the composition you had performed earlier. You can feel the passion and heat with every kiss and every pump that fills you.

“Astarion…” you whisper between his kisses, his pace quickens as if a torch had been lit under him, he drives into you harder, faster more desperate and you can feel him reaching his end. You are not even aware that you are doing it, its as if its become instinct, you turn your head exposing your neck, an invitation for him to have complete satisfaction. Without hesitation he sinks in groaning so loud you swore you felt the bed shake. You can feel his body starting to twitch and buckle as he comes undone, you find yourself exploding in ecstasy with him.

The two of you lay there, breathing heavy. All is silent for a moment until his gaze meets yours.

“Why?” You manage to choke out, your throat tightening. You wish you could demand answers, explain your hurt, anything but this pathetic whimpering mess. Your eyes are stinging while you hold back tears, screaming to yourself in your mind that you will NOT cry.

Astarion’s ruby eyes slowly scan your face, understanding flickering through them and his face softens; you think you see a hint of shame there.

“I was afraid,” he whispered softly. “I… I’m not good for you, Tav.”

You look at him and place a hand on his face. “Let me decide what is good for me. Please. It's okay to be afraid… I thought I had done something wrong. I thought… I thought you grew tired of me.”

Pain flickers across his features that vanishes all too quickly and is replaced with a quiet chuckle. “You do everything right, Tav… I cannot fault you on anything. As for growing tired of you? I don’t think I would ever be capable of doing that… ever… and perhaps that’s what scares me the most.”

You understand now. For an immortal, growing close to someone must be a frightening thing. Maybe, just maybe, the two of you could find a way for you to be with him forever.

You keep your thoughts to yourself and softly place a kiss on his lips.

He smiles and whispers, “For the record, Love, I’m with you too.”

[luminouslywriting]

Can I request a BOB headcanon where you haven't been sleeping well recently and the boys begin to notice that you're a bit sleep deprived, please?

^^Gif is not mine and belongs to yourspeirs^^

A/N: Hello darling! This is a great request and I'm super excited to get this out to you guys! School started today, I got to wear my vintage 1955 lipstick that I ordered, and I'm chillin! So enjoy!

Dick Winters:

-Honestly, he probably clocks it before you even realize that the exhaustion is setting in. He's someone who pays close attention to the little things and is going to encourage you to get some rest.

-And yes, this may be given in the form of an order if you don't listen to him at first

-But if he also realizes that you're having a hard time sleeping, he's going to have a few good ol' home remedies for such a situation

-There's this wonderful tea that he makes (if the resources are available), and it absolutely helps you relax right before you go to sleep. He's also more than happy to talk to you about plans for the future as you try to fall asleep if that will help.

Lewis Nixon:

-Haha, he's not getting any good rest either. But worry not, he's got a great solution 👀

-Yes, it's literally just: "You're having trouble sleeping? I'm having trouble sleeping? The solution clearly is that we sleep together. But literally, just sleep."

-He's a chronic cuddler and this is a great way for you to get comfortable and relax. If not, he's also more than happy to look for alternative means

-Otherwise, get comfy as he doesn't like to let go until late morning haha

Ronald Speirs:

-Is probably too busy to notice?? At least at first. If it's to a point that he's noticing it, then it's probably a definite problem and he's definitely going to just give you an order to go to sleep.

-And yes, he'd go to your superior officers about it or even to the medics and order you to have a nap

-He's not above using his position to ensure that you get the proper rest that you need

-Speirs cares...it's just in his own way and that means that he's going to do whatever it takes to ensure that you're feeling better :)

Buck Compton:

-Someone who picks up on it pretty quickly and gently prods about it. He's got all sorts of stories that he remembers from his history and literature classes in college that he can tell you about while you're trying to fall asleep

-He's also pretty attentive to figuring out if it's a noise issue or a light issue and finding ways to block out sound or help with the light.

-He's going to check in and make sure that the sleep is getting better and this is something that continues well after the war

-He remembers the little things :)

Carwood Lipton:

-A mother hen about the entire thing—he's out here clocking immediately that you're exhausted and not looking too good. He's worrying incessantly.

-He's not going to overstep his boundaries...but he might kindly suggest that you speak to the medics or to a superior officer about catching a few hours of rest

-Will check back in with you to see if you were able to rest. If you were, then great. If not...then he's going to be pulling out all the stops and is going to come and lay by you until you fall asleep.

-Literally the sweetest man to go to if you're sleep deprived.

Joe Liebgott:

-Doesn't really realize that it's a problem until you're probably swaying on your feet

-It's at this point that he's going to gracefully guide you over to a cot or somewhere that you can nap and is going to sweet talk you into getting the rest that you need

-Wants to know why you didn't tell him that you haven't been sleeping well lately....he just wants you to be okay and well rested

-Also might bribe you with some slightly dirty promises haha

Donald Malarkey:

-Has clocked this a while ago and is just patiently waiting for you to realize that you need to get some rest. He's very respectful of boundaries and wants you to make your own decisions.

-Is not above stealing some chocolate to bribe you into taking a nap haha

-Absolutely the type to encourage you to count sheep or stars to try and help you fall asleep

-Also a very good cuddler to help people fall asleep

Eugene Roe:

-The sweetest bestest man for this situation??? Like, listen, he gets it. This is also someone who is sleep deprived. However, he worries way more about you and your health.

-Will pull medical rank to ensure that you get your nap

-Also more than willing to sneak you something to make sure that you fall asleep haha

-But more than anything, he's the type of man to tell you old Cajun tales in his soft voice to get you sleepy

Bill Guarnere:

-Literally will point blank tell you to go take a nap

-Then in a much softer and sweeter tone, will swing his arm around you, and ask if he can take a nap with you

-He's very invested in making sure that you're well rested and is the type of man to bribe with food and other means to ensure that you listen to what your body needs—and that's sleep

-Will talk your ear off about what it's going to be like when you're sleep deprived after the war and WHY you're going to be sleep deprived. I promise it's for a much dirtier reason lol.

Joe Toye:

-Acts as though he himself is tired and needs to take a nap. And point blank asks if you'll help him fall asleep.

-This technique is sneaky and though you might pick up on it, it's the thought that counts here

-He's out here ensuring that you don't feel like you're stressing him out by doing this—and making you feel as though you're helping him just as much as he's helping you

-Honestly, this man is a 10/10 in this situation

George Luz:

-Makes you laugh so hard that you cry out of exhaustion and then asks you if you're tired so that you have to admit it

-At which point he just takes your hand and declares that you're going to take a nap and he's going to watch your back for you

-It's all very sweet and very Luz of him tbh

-Holds your hand until you're asleep and presses a kiss to your forehead

[elusivedaze]

Love Me, Lackey

Everyone thought being a Henchman was easy.

Following the Villain around like a lapdog during the day was almost insulting, but it was after hours that the real show began. They thought the Villain tortured their hostages? No, that was all them.

The Henchman had just finished up their latest interrogation, in fact, when the Villain burst into the room.

"Henchman~ my lovely!"

The Henchman picked a towel from the table of torture devices and attempted to wipe the blood from their hands, to no avail. They only succeeded in smearing the red stains further.

"What is it now, dearest?"

A few months ago, the Henchman would have gagged at the thought of calling their partner a sappy nickname, but now it was as natural as snapping bones.

The Villain strode forward and twirled into their arms. "I was thinking we could go see that play you wanted to check out earlier? Hero canceled on our big showdown at 7 so I have some time to squeeze in a date. What do you say?"

The Henchman tipped their chin at their lover and leaned into the hug without replying. Villain wiped a smear of blood from their cheek, rubbing it on their shirt, and returned the smile.

Butterflies erupted in the Henchman's stomach. They pressed their lips shut tightly, fearing the little creatures---and their feelings---would fly out.

The Villain caught the action and lifted a finger to the Henchman's face, tracing the curve of their bottom lip.

"I know that look, you're bottling something up. Tell me?" The Villain caught their eye when they tried to look away and tilted their head to face them. "I'm right here and listening, lovely. Don't hide from me now."

The Henchman sighed, glancing down and picking at the drying blood under their nails.

"I just, I don't get why you're so nice to me? I'm not even a right-hand, just a lackey cleaning up the blood and bodies in the wake of your latest scheme. You've never spared me your thoughts before, so why now? Eventually you'll change your mind and I'll lose you and my job." The Henchman was rambling. "I mean, I don't care about the job, I can get one anywhere. But you? I don't want to lose you, and even if I did I wouldn't want you to resent me. And chances are I'll mess this up and screw everything over because I'm scared of my own feelings and can't even look you in the eye unless I'm talking about work. And that's a shame because you're nice to look at. God, did I say that out loud? I didn't mean to say that out loud..."

"Okay, hey." The Villain grabbed their hair and placed a harsh kiss to their lips to get them to shut up. "First of all, I'm flattered you think of me so highly. Second of all, I'm a little offended that you're insulting my partner? You are absolutely not going to mess this up. Everything will figure itself out with time, and I'm right here if you need to talk to me, okay?"

The Henchman drew in a deep breath, then nodded.

"Don't shove your feelings down. Let them all out! Kiss me senseless if you must, I'm not complaining."

At that the Henchman threw their head back and laughed, the Villain watching them with a look of amusement.

"So, date?"

"Yes, please."

[tsukimefuku]

Colleagues in arms

Nanami and Higuruma are dispatched on a mission together, having to conciliate their personal issues in order to get the job done.

tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, these two are a well coordinated duo, canon-typical violence.

wc: 3.7K

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". A sequence of short stories and random drabbles related to Nanami x Reader x Higuruma. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots and short stories, please visit my masterlist :) This is especially preceded by "Right, wrong and the in-between epilogue" here, and "Team Fighting", here.

Disclaimer: these stories are NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

There had been reports of a curse inside a government office used for safeguarding documents. The sheer bureaucracy to evacuate the few workers they had was enough of a hassle, delaying Nanami's and Higuruma's entrance.

That alone had rendered Nanami in a foul mood, given they'd only have around an hour and a half to exorcize this curse without incurring in overtime. 

He found that highly unlikely to happen.

"You should be aware that I will not be sacrificing myself or taking any damage in order to save your life, so be mindful when in battle" Nanami said, while he and Higuruma made their way inside the building, and Ijichi lowered a veil over them. Nanami was referring to all the occasions that you saved Higuruma to your own detriment, and the supposedly main reason he still held  resentment against the former lawyer.

To be fair, Nanami already questioned his luck when assigned this mission to shepherd on Higuruma, considering all the available options to accompany the former curse user other than himself.

Higuruma looked at him, and replied indifferently, "same to you, so perhaps we both shouldn't put ourselves in harm's way." 

Nanami sighed and looked at his wristwatch. One hour and 26 minutes remaining for the end of his shift. 

"So, this is common for jujutsu sorcerers? Having to exorcize curses inside government run buildings?" Higuruma asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I couldn't say. I don't pay much mind to that, specifically."

"Hm. And how often the work of a jujutsu sorcerer is related exclusively to exorcizing a curse, not involving curse users or other cursed energy related events?"

"I'd say about 90% of the times we're dispatched for a mission, it ensues solely exorcizing a cursed spirit" Nanami noted.

Higuruma huffed, seemingly amused with something, and began speaking again. "From what I've been told, curses just keep spawning as long as there is cursed energy leaking from non-sorcerers, right?"

"That is correct."

"So, are we Sisyphus?" Higuruma finally asked.

Slightly entertained by the commentary, Nanami decided to indulge it. "Constantly pushing the same boulder uphill, just to have it fall over and push it up again the next day? Yes, one could say that we are doing Sisyphus deeds."

"And all that while risking our death or the death or of our colleagues every time there is a curse to be exorcized?"

"Yes."

"Ah, this is idiotic work. Jujutsu sorcerers are idiots" the former lawyer replied, absentmindedly.

Nanami looked at him as he said that, nearly forgetting his distaste for the man for a moment.

"Interestingly enough, I've been saying the same thing for years."

***

“They’re what now?” You asked again, as Shoko slid her fingers on her phone’s screen, completely unbothered.

“They went together on a mission today. Since it was in a particularly important building that definitely should not withstand a lot of damage, Yaga didn’t want to send you to shepherd on Higuruma, because, I mean, you know” Shoko said, motioning an explosion with her hands right after, alluding to your cursed technique. "So you're stuck with me for the day."

“Oh, damn” you sighed to yourself, picking up your phone to text both men. From your last accidental joint mission, you remembered Nanami had a distaste for Higuruma. The situation had been like this ever since you got severely injured due to the former lawyer’s irresponsibility on the battlefield, and the 7:3 sorcerer certainly knew how to hold a grudge. 

"What?” Shoko asked.

“I mean, Nanami hates Higuruma ever since the poisoning debacle.”

“Oh, he does?” Shoko asked, looking at you and smiling, something else behind it beyond simple amusement. “It figures.”

“Huh? Figures? Why?” 

“Never mind” she said, brushing you off. "But why are you worried, anyway? It's not like they'll fail this just because they don't like each other. Nanami is a great sorcerer, and the lawyer guy seems to be at least a decent one."

"They'll probably headbutt their way through this" you sighed.

"Why are you so insistent that they get along, anyway?" She inquired.

"Well, first of all, Nanami is a close friend. Beyond that, Higuruma is also becoming a good friend, and I like the people I consider important in my life to get along. They'd be good friends if they got over their differences, that's all."

"'Close friend', huh?" She asked, grinning.

"Shoko, leave me alone" you replied, looking at her with a sour face, while you stepped out of the room, phone still in hand.

***

Nanami and Higuruma felt their phones vibrating at the same time.

Higuruma pulled it from his pocket to check it out, and saw a text message from you that said 'I hope your mission goes well today, try making new friends other than me'. He smiled and put it away.

"It is not advisable to check our phones when on duty, it can be a problematic distraction" Nanami pointed out, while they took the stairs to investigate each floor, one at a time. It would take some time, though, considering there were five floors, and they were still on the second.

"I believe I heard your phone, too" Higuruma replied.

"My phone did receive a message, yes" the other sorcerer replied.

"Well, I guess it's something you'll want to read, that's all."

Higuruma suspected you'd be up to antics like these, and he particularly knew how to poke curiosity into people, even the most stoic of them. Those such as his current mission partner.

Nanami held the urge to roll his eyes at himself, realizing the bait had worked on him. He pulled his phone quickly from his pocket, only to see a message from you. Upon reading it, the message just said 'please, be nice'. The man sighed heavily, and could hear Higuruma huff an almost chuckle.

"It's her, isn't it?" He inquired.

"It is" the ratio sorcerer answered, putting his phone away. "What did she send you?"

"She wished me a good day and told me to try 'making new friends'. And you?"

"She told me to be nice" Nanami replied as he involuntarily sighed, yet again, feeling his chest flattening.

"I have a deal, if it would interest you" Higuruma told Nanami, "given that it is evident she wants us to get along, and you still don't like me. It will take her off our backs."

Getting reeled in and completely aware of that, Nanami asked, "and what would that deal entail?"

"You tell me why you dislike me, I get a chance to make a statement myself, and if we still don't get along, we might just pretend we do just to get her off our case. I'd appreciate that a lot." 

Higuruma knew full well that Nanami disliked him, and the ratio sorcerer, on the other hand, made no effort whatsoever to actually conceal his dislike for him. However, ever since the conversation the three of you shared about how important the Jujutsu Society potentially was, as flawed as it had always been, he'd grown to at least respect Nanami.

"Would you?" Nanami pretended to ponder for a second. "How unfortunate, then."

Higuruma sighed. "I'm disappointed, but not surprised."

They were both engulfed in silence until stepping up the metal stairs towards the third floor.

"I'll just probe you, then" the former lawyer stated, completely out of the blue, having Nanami grunt lowly in discontentment. He realized the 7:3 sorcerer was someone he'd be able to derive answers from by eliciting in Nanami the urge to correct anything he deemed to be a wrong statement.

Nanami entertained the idea of losing Higuruma inside the building and exorcizing the curse on his own, if even for a moment.

"Well, first of all, I believe you dislike me because I'm a former curse user" Higuruma began. Nanami stayed silent, so he proceeded, "and I also think your dislike stems from the occasion she was poisoned after our third mission, you two seem like close friends."

"She was poisoned due to your irresponsibility, you should add."

"Due to my irresponsibility, yes. But since then, I've apologized and improved. Also, there's a piece of information that I've learned from Shoko."

They were rounding the last corner on the third floor before proceeding to take the stairs again.

"And what would that be?" Nanami asked him, pushing his glasses into place.

"This wasn't the first time she was bedridden for aiding someone on the field. The same thing happened before, and from what I've been told, she was protecting you in that instance."

That definitely got under Nanami's skin, even if his impassive facade remained unwavering.

"Is that so?" He began. "You must've learned, also, that it wasn't due to recklessness on my end, but due to unforeseen circumstances during our mission that made her sacrifice the best alternative in place."

"If you could have stopped her, even considering her decision was the best at that moment, would you have done so?" Higuruma asked, looking directly at the other sorcerer.

Nanami stayed silent for a few moments. "Yes, I would."

"Me too. I'd prefer taking the hit."

Nanami looked at Higuruma, slightly caught off guard. The other continued to speak. 

"Unfortunately, that woman does what she wants, and we're left to deal with it" Higuruma answered, looking forwards. "We are in a more similar situation than you'd like to admit, so my current hypothesis is that's precisely the reason you dislike me. Am I remembering you about your own guilt from that event?"

Nanami chose to be silent, as he was having flashbacks from you probing him like a relentless little devil. He felt a small surge of nostalgia and annoyance at that, simultaneously.

Maybe Higuruma was more akin to you, after all.

They rose through the stairs towards the third floor, and still no sign of the curse, or remnants from cursed energy that could be used as leads. Nanami noticed it, given he knew how unusual that was.

"So, is this normal? Not bumping into anything throughout the entire vicinity, or most of it, when looking for a curse?" Higuruma asked the ratio sorcerer, almost as if reading his mind.

"No, it definitely is not. We should be on high alert from now" Nanami replied, pulling his blunt blade from his back. Following suit, Higuruma manifested his gavel on his hand, having it being around the size of a katana.

Rounding the last corner and walking down the hall towards the stairs, they finally felt the cursed energy emanating from the fifth floor. 

"Go ahead, I'll follow your lead" Higuruma said to Nanami, much to the latter's surprise. Apparently, you had been training Higuruma on coordinating with other sorcerers when in joint missions, and he clearly learned some things.

Nanami nodded and proceeded to go upstairs, just to be met by a passage closed with vines. Their cursed energy, though, was very faint, what would explain why neither him nor Higuruma had sensed the cursed spirit's presence. It felt almost like a non-cursed entity.

Using his blunt blade, Nanami struck a 7:3 critical hit on the vines, tearing them apart completely. On the last floor, the walls, floor, and ceiling were all completely covered in leaves, flowers and branches, and the flowery humid smell was overpowering.

Both sorcerers stepped inside, and the vines behind them closed the path back down again.

Nanami began walking in front of Higuruma, and stopped every thirty to forty steps or so in order to make a cursed energy marking over the vines where the walls should be. 

Remembering Higuruma was still somewhat new to this job, he thought it would be a good idea to explain what he was doing, if only for the man to learn something.

"I'm currently leaving breadcrumbs as we walk" Nanami began, "because this curse has covered the entire floor. Curses and cursed techniques are able to, sometimes, bend time or space, so-"

"So you're making sure this one isn't putting us in some sort of spatial loop, or has broken physics." Higuruma interjected. "Making cursed energy markings is the best way to do so, since these vines regenerate and would easily cover any other thing, like an object, for instance. The cursed energy markings leave remnants that we can feel in case they get covered up."

Nanami was pleasantly surprised at how quickly Higuruma was able to grasp the workings of jujutsu sorcery and curse exorcising.

"I see you have been dedicating some time to learn about the work of jujutsu sorcerers."

"Of course. This is the way forced on me to atone for my crimes. I should at least try to be the best I can be at it."

***

They had been trying to cut the curse down to shreds for at least thirty minutes. However, every time they did, the curse instantly grew back, covering every area on the fifth floor.

The cursed energy markings, however, had not disappeared or shifted places, proving that neither of them was stuck inside a spatial loop, just dealing with a very annoying curse.

Even though there was a desire to preserve the integrity of the building's internal structure, which stopped Nanami from using his collapse technique, the sorcerer asked himself if it wasn't better to just have you called instead of him and Higuruma. Your cursed technique would be a much better fit for this, especially when using the corrosive type of grenades.

"They should've called her, she'd melt these things in no time" Higuruma said, sitting on the ground to rest a little before coming up with another plan other than trying to blunt force all the vines away.

"Hm, I was just thinking the same thing" Nanami replied, "but apparently they couldn't, because this is a place used by the government to keep records of some sort. They couldn't risk having it destroyed."

"So, let's take some time to come up with a plan?" Higuruma asked. Nanami checked and about forty minutes had passed, to which he sighed.

"Why do you keep checking your watch?"

"Because my shift should be over by 6 PM, and I loathe having to work overtime."

Higuruma sighed, scratching his forehead. "You're probably right."

They were both silent for a moment, before Nanami began speaking again.

"How does your domain expansion work?" This was the first time that Nanami actually spared some time to ask Higuruma about his cursed techniques, and the former lawyer was a little surprised his colleague actually asked him about it.

"Well, it was the first thing I ever manifested. My domain expansion is an extension from what I used to work with before becoming a curse user, and later on a jujutsu sorcerer. My shikigami puts my opponent on trial. The target gets to make a statement, I do a rebuttal, and then Judgeman issues its sentencing. The options are absolution, confiscation and death penalty. The last one turns my gavel into a sword that can kill or exorcize anything upon immediate contact. But the tried one has to be sentient, so I don't think I could do it against this curse, it barely resembles a curse." 

"Your domain was the first thing you manifested?" Nanami asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes. Is that uncommon?"

"Very. I don't have a domain expansion, just like most sorcerers."

"Oh, I didn't know" Higuruma admitted.

Nanami sighed for a moment, knowing they'd be stranded there for a while, before asking, "how did it happen?"

He had finally become curious about his colleague, after realizing the man wasn't such a bad sorcerer after all, and found that conversing with him was actually interesting. They had to take a break after all, to come up with some plan in order to exorcize this pest of a curse.

"Well, I had a client that was innocent. The evidence in his favor was abundant. He got a favorable verdict the first time around, but then, after the prosecution appealed, his innocence verdict was overturned, basically because neither judge nor prosecutor were actually trying to administer justice. They simply wanted to appease the media. I was so incredulous and angry that my cursed technique manifested in the Courtroom, and-"

Higuruma took a breather.

"And I killed them both of them out of my own volition. That's all. Then I just went around Morioka exorcizing curses until she found me and brought me to Tokyo." He sighed. "Did you know Japan has a 99% conviction rate? It's... It was hard, trying to fight a loosing war. By the end, it also felt like pushing a boulder uphill over and over again, except I rarely reached the peak of the mountain."

Nanami could sympathize, having been someone chewed by jujutsu sorcery and, for some time, corporate cogs himself.

"What about you? You left jujutsu sorcery for a while, from what I could understand."

Nanami sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose before continuing. "I did. I worked for a an over-the-counter brokerage house as soon as I left Jujutsu High."

"Really? Which one?"

After Nanami answered the name, Higuruma scoffed.

"When I was in law school, they plucked students out of the classroom like weeds in a field."

"Is that so?" Nanami inquired.

Higuruma nodded. "The ones that went there were basically the people that went to law school for money." 

Nanami let out an almost chuckle at that. He wasn't the only one on that sprint, after all.

Higuruma was silent for a moment, before proceeding. "Why did you come back?"

"Because even though I thought jujutsu sorcery was idiotic when I left, and still do, I discovered that a 9 to 5 job is just as idiotic. Out of the two idiotic things I could do, I chose the one I'm better at."

"Hm" Higuruma hummed, tilting his head as he looked at Nanami.

"What?" The ratio sorcerer asked.

"Doesn't ring very true, no offense. You don't seem like the utilitarian type to that degree" the former lawyer answered.

"What do you mean?"

"You look like you actually care" Higuruma replied.

"Hm, interesting. You're the second person to tell me that."

***

After chatting for a while, Nanami and Higuruma had come to the conclusion that the curse would probably have a main core from where the vines stemmed from, and began following them to find the source. 

The vines were all leading towards an office right in the middle of that floor, which was completely closed from the outside by a considerably thick wall of branches. Nanami quickly opened their passage way, striking a hit with his blunt blade, and both sorcerers darted inside the room before the vines closed off once again.

Now inside, they could see right in the middle of the office a towering silhouette from where all the vines were probably stemming from. 

Right after they entered, some vines lifted from the ground, and began whipping in their direction.

Nanami fended off most of the blows that came at him with his blunt sword, meanwhile Higuruma did the same with his gavel, now turned into a blade to sever the ends of the tendrils as he did so. Both sorcerers were back to back with each other, and made their way slowly towards the curse's core.

Unexpectedly, one vine wrapped around Nanami's foot, knocking him down on the ground. Higuruma was quick to notice, and swiftly cut the tendril, freeing his colleague. Upon reaching his arm to help Nanami up, a new vine darted towards the ratio sorcerer as he rose, being instantly cut by Higuruma's free hand before it could ever reach the other sorcerer. 

"Are you okay?" The former lawyer asked, resuming their back to back stance. 

"Yes. Thank you" Nanami answered. He was fairly impressed as to how Higuruma was carrying himself in the field, being attentive to his partner in battle, and reaching out when needed. "Did you train fighting alongside other sorcerers recently?" 

"No, I danced!" Higuruma answered, smiling, as he saw an opening dashed towards the core.

What? Nanami didn't understand what Higuruma was referencing, and followed him to finish exorcizing this curse. 

Both sorcerers hit the core at the same time, destroying most of it.

The remainder of the core, as well as the vines, began dissipating slowly, and after a short while, there was no trace of the cursed left spirit behind. 

Upon checking his watch, right after getting into the car with Higuruma, Nanami saw that there were 5 minutes left to 6 PM, and felt incredibly pleased.

"So, no overtime?" Higuruma asked, half jest, as he smiled.

"No overtime" Nanami answered, smiling discreetly.

"So, where are you two headed now?"

"I think I could use something to eat. Not dinner, but maybe a snack" Higuruma answered, absentmindedly. He then asked Ijichi to drop him off at an address that Nanami found to be familiar.

"There's a bakery there" he noted, looking at Higuruma.

Higuruma nodded, "yes. I really like their coffee, but the best thing they sell is the ciabatta with pesto and cured ham."

"I know that bakery. That really is their best sandwich. It's the perfect fit for salty and bitter when eaten with coffee" Nanami stated. 

"I know, right? It's my usual when I go there."

Nanami seemed to ponder for a moment.

"I believe I might join you before heading home" the ratio sorcerer said, looking at his watch. "After all, it's still early, thankfully."

Higuruma's phone vibrated, and he picked it up.

There was a message from you, asking how was your mission? Did you make new friends?

"Is it her?" Nanami inquired.

"Yes. She asked me if I made new friends" he retorted, amused. "So, did I?" Higuruma then questioned, looking at Nanami.

Nanami looked back at him for a moment, before answering, "a colleague".

"Fine, then" the former lawyer concluded, before putting his phone back in his pocket, and extending his hand to Nanami. "Colleagues in arms?"

Nanami looked at him for a second, before acquiescing to the handshake. "Colleagues in arms."

[untolduttering]

I can blame but more so thank @yourboysdemonsafterdark for this one ;)

——

Sanji was a dog obsessed, ravenous and insatiable. Whatever part of you he could get his mouth on, he would sit and suck and lick and kiss for hours at a time, and still never be satisfied. Your neck, your breasts, your pussy; they were all deeply familiar with the feeling of Sanji’s tongue, lips, and teeth.

But when he was in heat, he became an utter fiend, to a caliber you didn’t think possible. He followed you everywhere you went, his hands constantly groping any part of you. The moment a vulnerable part of your skin was exposed, he was on it.

He’d tail you and shove his way into the bathroom, right on your heels the moment you said you had to go. He’d place himself right between your legs, making sure he got a good view of you pissing. He would hold his face close with his tail waving like crazy. He was a very difficult little puppy because he was impossible to say no to. He was so enamored by you and every little thing you did, and letting him watch you simply piss sent him over the moon.

Your own cheeks would burn, and it was hard not to close your legs at the attention. But a good boy gets what he wants and it never lasted all that long.

But he had something different in mind this time. You reached over to grab the toilet paper but his hand shot out and snatched your wrist. You looked back at him and the shy grin he was giving you.

“Let me clean you, my dear. I’ll do a good job, I promise. An even better job.” He planted a kiss on your knee and left a trail up your thigh. He never broke eye contact with you as he went, waiting.

“But it’s… Are sure you’d want to?”

Sanji nodded, always so, so eager. “Yes, yes. Please? I want to be your good boy and clean it all.” His face was hovering right before your pussy now, his lips so close, about to brush against you. You shivered as you felt his breath ghost across.

“Okay,” you said. “Be my good boy.”

The smile he gave you was dazzling before he dove in. He grabbed your hips to keep you where he wanted, and his tongue licked in broad strokes, cleaning off any pee that had been lingering on you. After a minute or so of licking, you pushed his head away.

“I feel real clean now. Thank you, baby,” you told him.

He bit his lip and didn’t let his head be pushed back too far. “But now look at how wet you are. I can see it gathering at your pretty little hole, and the bit I tasted was so good. You know not to waste a good meal, my love. I have to keep going.”

You groaned, cheeks burning at his words. The man was relentless. The whole day his hands had been trying to reach up your shirt or shove themselves down your waistband, all while he looked at you with those puppy eyes and innocent smile. The exact face he was pulling now. You didn’t mind, really, it was endearing. But the least he could do was let you sit on something other than the toilet.

“Can we move, at least?” you asked.

He pouted, like he was afraid you were going to take the chance to run off, as if he didn’t possess the most talented tongue and fingers you’d ever encountered. Like you’d ever want to run from him. You felt like you’d spent your entire life running to him, and that wasn’t going to suddenly change now.

“Just to the counter?” you added.

Sanji swiftly picked you up and moved you there himself before dropping back to his knees. He waited for permission, and you grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into your cunt as your consent. His tail moved even faster somehow, nothing but a blur to your eyes.

He suddenly shoved his tongue deep inside you, clearly trying to drink in every part of you available. You jolted and moaned as his tongue worked at you furiously. He reached his hand up and used the pad of his thumb to rub your clit, clearly too enamored by your taste and the way your walls clenched around his tongue to move it anywhere else. His consistent pace was bringing you so close already, and his name fell from your mouth in a soft chant.

Your orgasm crashed over you, and Sanji’s poor head was squeezed between your thighs. But it only made his tongue work all the harder, and the whines spilling out all the louder.

He finally relented when you pulled him off, still wanting to go in for more, but you knew what would get him to stop, at least for a moment. You slipped two fingers under the collar hidden under his shirt collar, forcing him to look up at you.

“Good, good,” you murmured. “And good boys get rewarded, yeah?”

Sanji’s entire lower half was wiggling with the aggression he was wagging his tail with now. You giggled and scratched behind his ear, and knew this would be an entire afternoon wasted again. But you couldn’t picture a better way to spend it.

[poledancingdinos]

Hostile Territory - Chapter 28

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 2.9K

Warnings: None for this chapter

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Day 558

“Watch the door handle,” Sy instructed, peeking around the side of the fridge he was holding.

“Yes, Nathan,” Jackson huffed from the other end, “I’ll watch the handle just like I did with the stove and with the washer and with the dryer.”

“It’s my shit, smartass, I can tell ya to be careful as much as I damn please.”

Jackson paused, adjusting his grip and taking a second to look behind him to make sure there was nothing that might cause him to trip and drop a three-hundred pound brick on himself.

“I’m helpin’ ya move in exchange for pizza and beer. If ya don’t like how I work we can go back home and let ya finish all on your own.”

It was an empty threat but it was enough to get Sy to check his tone. This was his brother he was speaking to, not a subordinate.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, I’m just used to barkin’ orders and havin’ to repeat them about a thousand times before it sticks.”

Seeing as Sy had never lived off base until a few months before, he had never experienced the joys of moving. Had he known it would be such a bitch, he would have held out on getting an apartment and moved straight into a house. He hadn’t minded the duplex he’d been renting but after just a few weeks of scrolling through house listings to see what was out there he found one that he simply couldn’t pass up. And so, he had to move all his newly purchased furniture and appliances and hope he didn’t cause too much damage.

The original plan was to hire movers and avoid having to deal with it but he quickly realized that most of them charged a flat rate of four hours of work no matter how long the job was. At over a hundred dollars an hour plus taxes and tip, that meant he would be paying upwards of five hundred dollars for what would likely take only an hour of loading and unloading.

He had never fully furnished the apartment, sticking to the essentials and planning to buy the rest as he found a need for it. Any clothes, kitchenware and other personal items he owned only took up a handful of boxes so in the end, he’d resolved to do it on his own.

It had been pure luck that his brothers were available to come help. When they heard Sy bought a house they were both ready to hop on a plane and come help with whatever painting, cleaning or moving was needed. The offer had taken him by surprise but their enthusiasm had also been heartwarming. He’d needed the reminder that he was still a part of the Syverson family despite having been AWOL for the better part of the last thirteen years.

Sy’s phone went off in his back pocket, alerting him to an incoming phone call.

“Put this down for a second.”

After carefully lowering the fridge to the ground, Jax raised his arms over his head, wincing as he stretched out his back. Yeah, they’d officially done enough heavy lifting for the day. Sy would already be feeling it in the morning and, from there, they would be able to just slide the fridge into place anyway. 

Sy didn’t recognize the number on the incoming call but there was a possibility that Austin had run into trouble on the way back with the last set of boxes and had had to use someone else’s phone. 

“Hello?”

“Sy? This is Caleb, Leah’s brother.”

Freezing for a second, Sy shot a panicked look at Jackson who immediately stood up straighter as he picked up on Sy’s apprehension. 

“Yeah, hi. Is uh… Is everything alright?”

“Oh, yeah, nothing to worry about. I mean, I haven’t heard from Leah in a while but you know how it is with those things. No news is good news.”

Sy’s shoulders dropped in relief and he slumped back against the kitchen counter. It had also been a few months since he’d heard from Leah which, combined with the home buying process and the move, had apparently put him more on edge than he’d realized. 

“What can I do for you, Caleb?”

“I was actually wondering if you were available to meet up today. You’re stationed at Fort Carson now right?”

Looking around the house at the scattered furniture and boxes, Sy hesitated. “Uh, today’s not great for me. I’m sort of in the process of movin’ into a new house.”

“No shit? Where at?”

“Palmer Lake.”

“Not too far from Denver then. Would it be too much of an imposition if I came by? I have something from Leah and she made me promise to get it to you as soon as possible.”

With everything going on, it didn’t even occur to Sy to ask why Leah didn’t just send whatever it was to him directly. He just hoped it wasn’t another one of her drawings because he was not prepared to have that conversation with Caleb nor did he want his brothers to see his girlfriend in that sort of intimate position. Drawing or otherwise.

“Sure. You uh…” Was it weird to have his would be brother-in-law over to meet his siblings? They were nearly the same age and he was pretty sure they’d get along like a house on fire but was it weird for them to meet without Leah around? “You wanna stay for dinner? My brothers are in town to help with the move and I owe them some pizza for the labor.”

“Yeah, why not. Text me the address and I’ll be there in the next hour?”

“Will do.”

Almost exactly an hour later, Caleb pulled into the drive. Sy was outside unloading the last of the paint and other supplies they had picked up from the hardware store after Austin got back with the boxes.

He dropped down from the truck bed, shaking Caleb’s hand in greeting.

“Good to see you again.”

“You too. I’m sorry to intrude on your time with your family but Leah really did insist I get out to you as soon as possible and, well, you know how she is.”

Yes, Sy did know. That was one of the things he loved about Leah. Once that woman made her mind up, there was no changing it and she was not afraid to stand her ground. He was fully aware that her stubbornness would probably come back to bite him in the ass one day but he didn’t care so long as it meant she was still in his life.

Caleb walked around to the back seat of his crossover, reaching inside for a moment before straightening and taking a step back.

With an excited yip, a large ball of black and tan fur exited the car and ran straight towards Sy.

“Holy shiet,” he said under his breath.

Gone was the scrawny pup he had known on base and in her place was a fully grown German Shepard. Of course, Aika didn’t make the distinction and jumped on Sy who could do nothing but brace himself to catch the now hundred pound canine.

She whined and barked as she squirmed and licked every inch of his face that was within reach. The twins, hearing the commotion, came out to see what all the fuss was about.

“Nice dog,” Austin called. “He yours?”

“Nope,” Caleb smirked, resting his hands in his jacket pockets. “She’s Sy’s.”

Sy gaped at Caleb, putting Aika down to greet the new humans. “You serious?”

The other man nodded. “If you want her. Leah asked me to take care of her while we got through all the import paperwork, the quarantine and the spaying but she’s good to go now. I have all of her gear in the trunk, just say the word.”

Sy’s eyes landed on Aika who was now paws up, tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth, and getting belly rubs from both twins at the same time as they cooed at her.

“Fuck, of course I want her. How the hell did Leah even find her?”

“Total fluke from what I understood,” Caleb shrugged. “She’d set up a plan to send her over if ever you guys had to move bases but then you were both reassigned and the other CO had already thrown her out.”

A wave of anger came over Sy as he remembered Captain Dickhead’s words about putting Aika out of her misery. Thank fuck whoever it was didn’t share his complete lack of empathy.

“So anyway, Leah’s team was sent back to your old base and they found her wandering out in the middle of nowhere. They were only there for a couple of days but some guy called Nielsen volunteered to look out for her until the people from the local shelter could pick her up and handle everything from there.”

Sy shook his head at the ridiculousness of it all. Leave it to Leah to save Aika not once, but twice. And to enlist Nielsen, of all people, to help her.

“Come on,” he said, clapping Caleb on the shoulder. “I’ll introduce you then we can order some food.”

As they approached, Aika got back to her feet and circled around Sy a few times before coming to stand on his right. His hand instinctively went to stroke the fur at the scruff of her neck and he was surprised to find that he barely had to lean down to reach her now.

“It seems Aika here has already introduced herself so, boys, this is my girlfriend’s brother, Caleb. Caleb, these are my little brothers Austin and Jackson.”

“If you’re strugglin’ to tell us apart, just remember that I’m the better lookin’ one,” Jackson joked as he shook Caleb’s hand.

“With that rat’s nest on your face, how is he supposed to judge which of us is better lookin’?”

“Hey! Ya didn’t give Nate any shit about his beard when we saw him last fall.”

“Well, clearly he could pull it off considering he came back from Iraq with a girlfriend. From what I’ve heard, your girl can no longer kiss you without giggling.”

Jackson looked up at the sky, shaking his head. “Dear God, why did you have to make our wives best friends? I spent nine months with Austin’s junk floatin’ in my face, I think I’ve earned a bare minimum of privacy.”

“Is this what I have to look forward to if Leah is ever around long enough to meet my sisters-in-law?” Sy asked Caleb, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched his brothers bicker back and forth.

“Na, you’ll be safe,” he reassured, bending down to ruffle the fur around Aika’s neck. “Leah’s lips are sealed tighter than a nun’s legs,” he cooed, earning himself a lick on the cheek.

It was a relief to hear. As much as Sy would love for everyone to get to know Leah and welcome her into the family, he didn’t want the wives to know every intimate detail of his and Leah’s relationship.

“They, on the other hand,” Caleb continued, tipping his head towards the twins while he wiped the dust off his jeans, “are absolutely fucked because that means that everyone trusts Leah to confess their darkest secrets to. One bottle of wine and she’ll have blackmail material for a year.”

With a smile on his face, Sy ushered everyone inside. The three brothers had managed to put all the furniture in the correct rooms before Caleb’s arrival and the fridge was now plugged in and packed with beer so they were free to spend the evening just hanging out.

Aika had her nose to the ground, inspecting every inch of her new home. Her tail wagged so hard that Sy was almost afraid she would hurt herself by smacking it into things.

He couldn’t wait to watch her explore the ninety-five hundred square foot backyard.

Day 211

Leah wasn’t aware that Sy and Caleb had had a little bro moment at the cabin in which Caleb had invited Sy to lunch until she received a text from him stating that he would see them both at noon. When questioned about it, Sy confessed that her brother had overheard his family tiff and somehow come out of it with more respect for Sy.

“So, Cap,” Caleb began once the waitress finished taking their orders, “you’re a lifer I take it?”

“Yeah, I guess I am. Although I don’t really think it can be considered a lifetime if I can technically retire starting at thirty-eight.”

“Shit, I chose the wrong career. At thirty-eight I’ll only be like seven years out of residency. Doctors don’t get to retire at thirty-eight.”

Doctors didn’t get their education bankrolled by the US government either. Med students usually graduated with crippling debt that some of them likely didn’t even finish paying off by the time they were forty. It was one of the biggest reasons Leah had insisted Caleb take half of the inheritance.

It was backwards in many ways. Doctors paid the big bucks to learn how to save lives. One could argue that soldiers got paid to learn how to take them. Sure it was usually in the name of protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves but anyone who spent time on deployment knew that the world was not that black and white.

“That’s what happens when you enlist the day you get your high school diploma. But it’s not like I’d just just leave the military and never work again so it wouldn’t be a true retirement.”

The waitress returned with their drinks and Caleb thanked her before taking a greedy sip of his coffee.

“I thought you needed a degree to be an officer,” he said, reaching for a sugar packet. “Isn’t that why Niki went to college before OCS?”

Sy took a sip of his own drink before answering the question. “I started one online in my third year. It’s actually almost a benefit since I accumulated time in service while doin’ it which would make me eligible for promotions faster than someone who joined directly as an officer like Niki.”

“Jesus, I can’t imagine working full time and doing my undergraduate on the side.”

Once again, Sy felt a spark of validation he had never thought he needed before meeting Leah. Sitting in front of him was a literal doctor who had gone through almost a decade of post secondary education and he was impressed by Sy’s ability to get a degree while enlisted.

It made Sy wonder if maybe people didn’t see him as as much of a fuck up as he thought himself to be.

He’d always compared himself to his sisters who had aimed to achieve the best college education in the hopes of getting into high-powered careers. They had basically grown up striving to be everything their parents—particularly their mother—were not.

But then there were the twins, both of whom had gotten married and had their first kid (even a second in Jackson’s case) by age twenty-three, worked blue-collar jobs, and were dedicated family men just like their father. It had never made them any less successful in their family’s eye.

Thankfully, Caleb’s focus throughout the meal was not solely on interrogating his little sister’s boyfriend and the conversation moved on to lighter topics. Before they knew it, Caleb’s lunch break was almost over and Sy left him and Leah to say goodbye while he went to the bathroom and paid the bill at the counter.

“I need you to do something for me,” Leah announced when Sy was out of earshot.

“Okay?” Caleb shrugged his jacket on over the scrubs he was still wearing. He’d walked straight to the restaurant from the hospital and had to go straight back.

“Sy can’t know, okay? I don’t want him to get his hopes up, but I spoke to Terry the other day—”

“Terry?” he interrupted, much to Leah’s annoyance. “Dad’s friend from the shelter?”

Leah shot a quick glance over her shoulder to see that Sy was out of the bathroom and standing by the cash register with a card in his hand. Couldn’t Caleb see this was not a time for questions? 

“Yeah, he might be able to help the dog me and Sy rescued come into the States,” she explained, with renewed urgency.

“And what’s gonna happen if she’s here and you’re both there?” 

“Well, Terry could try to find her a foster but I was sort of hoping you would take her.”

“Leah—”

“I know, I know,” she whisper shouted.

She already knew what he was going to say. ‘His apartment was no place for such a big dog.’ ‘His work schedule was not well suited to caring for an animal.’ ‘Dogs were a lifetime commitment and adopting one shouldn’t be done as a favor.’

“Look, we can keep her on base as long as we’re there but if we have to move we’d be obligated to leave her behind. As a stray, she’s sure to either die from starvation, dehydration or to be shot. I’d rather she be here and get adopted by another family than know she’s gonna die.”

“You ready?” Sy asked as he approached.

Leah shot Caleb a pleading look as he pulled her into his arms for a hug. Against his better judgment, he quietly agreed, knowing there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his sister.

Chapter 29

[call-me-a-simp]

No one hates you more than I do!

Locked Up (Part 1)

Enemies to lovers (Rhea Ripley x fem. Reader):

You're a well known wrestler in WWE and Rhea is your worst enemy. You hate each other in and outside of the ring. Rhea always flirts with you, not that she means it, she just knows it makes you furious and wants to annoy you. But one day everything changes and you start to feel like all of this isn't a joke anymore and that there might actually be something between you two.

You're walking backstage, just wanting to find the next best sink to wash your face. You challenged Asuka for her Women's Championship title and lost because she used her poison mist attack and you couldn't see well for the rest of the match.

"Hey y/l/n" you hear a familiar voice shout in your direction. Of course it had to be her, you think to yourself. "Leave me alone idiot" you snap back. You hated her, you were sworn enemies and she never missed an opportunity to let you know that.

"Aw someone's mad" she mocks you. "Argh Rhea please, I just want to go to the fucking bathroom to wash my fucking face" you say and try to push past her.

"Ye ye, let me help you" she says and picks you up in one swift motion. "Hey!" you yell. "Rhea Ripley, you're letting me down right now or we're gonna have a serious problem!" you try to wind free from her grip, hitting your fists against her back and kicking with your legs but to no avail.

Rhea chuckles at your efforts, she knew how much you hated getting picked up, especially if it was from her. You try to open your eyes a little to see if there's someone who could help you and spot a tall man in black ring gear.

"Hey Damian! Tell your stupid friend to let me the fuck down!" you shout over to him. "Sorry Bae, gotta go" he winks and walks over to the gorilla. You mutter something inaudible and eventually just accept that Rhea is carrying you over her shoulder now.

As you reach the bathroom she let's you down roughly and you stumble backwards, hitting a sink. "Thanks for nothing" you grumble, not realising that Ripley already closed the door and locked it from the outside, making it impossible for you to get out again on your own.

You try to wash off the poison mist from your face and out of your eyes. It burns heavily and tears are streaming down your cheeks but you had to get it out, not wanting to risk any long term injuries.

Several minutes later you finally had a somewhat clear vision again. Your face was still green and black from the mist Asuka used on you. Your make up everywhere but where it used to be and your eyes red from crying and rubbing.

You just wanted to get out of here, change into some comfortable clothes and get home into bed. You walk over to the door, just to find it locked. You try to open it, rattling the lock and throwing yourself against the door but it doesn't move even a bit.

"God damn it" you curse under your breath. "Rhea! RHEA! LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" you scream. "took you longer to notice than I expected" you hear her laugh outside. "sorry sweety but I can't do anything, I lost the key. Well, see ya!" she chirms and walks away.

"What?! No, NO LET ME OUT! HELP!" you scream on top of your lungs. You hated being locked in some tiny room. Not only that, but your claustrophobia didn't exactly make it any better.

You kept screaming but no one seemed to hear you, nor walk past the door. You wondered where she put you, in which part of the building you where and eventually just gave up, sitting down on the floor crying until no more tears were left and you sat in silence.

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You didn't know how long you stayed in that room but it must have been hours. The sounds of the people in the arena had stopped since the show probably ended. You hear footsteps approaching the door and get new hope.

"Hello? Can anybody hear me? I need help, I'm locked in here!" you shout and bang against the door with your hands. The person outside stops, probably confused until you hear them knock on the door. "Hello? You in there?" you hear the janitor outside. His voice rusty and old, probably because he was smoking so much.

"Yes, yes please, can you open the door?" you plead, glad someone finally found you. The janitor was a very nice man in his late 60's, you liked him, he always brought a smile on your face as he knew exactly what to say to cheer you up.

The lock clicks and he opens the door." Oh my god thank you!" you sigh and hug him. "Woah Woah, how long have you been in there kid, it's almost two in the morning!" he chuckles, but you can still see the concern written in his face in the dimly lit hallway of the basement.

So that's where she took me, you think before explaining to your savior how you ended up there. "Thank you so much again, good night Joe" you say as you leave to find your locker room.

You're glad Joe found you, you don't even want to imagine having to spend the whole night in there without food or anything to change, having to lay on that uncomfortable, dirty floor. Oh Rhea is gonna regret this, this time she won't come away with it.

Maybe you could report her to Triple H, your boss. But on the other hand, what if everybody thinks you're weak then, reporting your coworker for a little incident which can be seen as an accident. No, you weren't going to take that risk, there has to be another way.

You enter your locker room, quickly change into comfortable clothing and wipe off your makeup and the remains of Asuka's poison mist. You grab your bag and keys and head out to at least get a little rest before tomorrow.

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Part one of my new series No One Hates You More Than I Do, hope you like it. I'm planning on making longer chapters than in the last story. Again, comment if you wanna be added to the taglist, as I deleted the last one, not knowing who wants to be tagged in this one too.

And also, look at that picture I found of Mami 😍

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[chapel-of-rizztual]

I wrote this at 6am when insomnia was kicking my ass. Definitely not projecting.

Mountain stood at the kitchen window watching the sun slowly rise about the trees of the forest that surrounds the ministry. He was in a trance, the kettle he’d boiled long forgotten about and the mug in his hand remained empty. He looked down at the oven and the timer blinked 06:34 back at him. He sighs. No point in sleeping now, he had to be up a in an hour anyway to be on time for morning mass.

His insomnia had been flaring up recently, the past few weeks he’d been getting less and less sleep each night, which led to the last couple of nights where he’d been unable to sleep. Tossing turning in his bed, eyes heavy, unable to switch his brain off.

He’d given up trying to sleep tonight. His room felt too suffocating, too familiar, the endless tossing and turning had become boring.

He'd come down to the common room in hopes that a new environment would help but that was to no avail, he’d tossed and turned on the sofa as if it were his bed. It was starting to make his head hurt. Which led him to where he his now, stood in the kitchen, distracted by the sun rise in his attempts to make tea.

He’s been so distracted, so lost in thought that he didn’t notice someone had entered the room until there were two hand placed on his hips, making him jump.

“What are you doing up already?” Aether whispered to him, wrapping his arms fully around Mountain’s waist.

“Oh, I-um- I couldn’t sleep.”

Aether steps to side of him, keeping one arm around Mountain’s waist.

“Not sleeping good again?”

Mountain shakes his head looking down at the other ghoul. Aether takes in his appearance, eyes dull and bloodshot, dark circles set deep under his eyes making his skin look paler then it should be. His hair is a tangled mess, sticking up in every direction. Aether can he’s been restless all night.

“What are you doing up, anyway?” Mountain questions.

“I needed some water, couldn’t find the glass that’s usually in my room. I think Dew broke it and didn’t tell me.”

Mountain huffs a laugh. That sounds exactly like the small ghoul.

Aether takes the mug out of his hands and places it on the counter in front of both of them.

“You making tea, Sweetpea?”

“I was attempting, yeah, I got distracted.”

Aether takes a glass from the cupboard above them, fill it with water, and chugs it down in a matter of seconds.

“You still want tea? I can make it for you.”

“Yes please.”

It doesn’t take long for Aether to make the tea, picking out a blend he knows that’s Mountain’s favourite. Instead of placing on the counter like Mountain expects, Aether takes the mug in his right hand and grabs Mountain’s hand with his left, pulling him out the kitchen and in the direction of the ghouls dormitories.

Mountain makes a confused sound as Aether leads him in the direction of his own room.

“Gunna get you to sleep, sweet pea, don’t you worry about that.” Is all he says as he kicks the door open with his foot.

Mountain isn’t given a chance to respond as he’s dragged into the room.

It’s dark, not as dark as his room is though. There’s a small gap in the curtains making sunlight spill into the room. Mountain looks at Aether questionably.

“Dew likes to be able to see the moon, so I keep a little gap for him.” He explains.

Mountain nods as he looks to the nest on Aether’s bed where he sees the small ghoul, starfished in the middle. He’s snoring lightly, long hair flowing in every direction over the pillows.

“I leave for two minutes and he fully takes over.” Aether huffs a laugh as he places the mug of tea on his bedside table.

“How does someone so small mange to take up so much space, anyway?” Mountain replies, smiling.

“Don’t let him hear you say that, or that’s a sure fire way to get bit.” Aether smiles back at him.

Mountain giggles and watches as Aether nudges at Dew’s shoulder, telling him to roll over and make space.

Dew cracks his eyes open, squinting up at both of them, with a scowl on his face, but he does as he’s told and moves up, making space.

“There we go, hop in” Aether nods towards his nest.

“We have to be up in less then an hour, there’s no point in sleeping now, Aeth.”

Aether rolls his eyes.

“Just get in and stop making excuses.”

“We have morning mass, Copia-“

“Copia is currently sandwiched in between Cirrus and Cumulus, snoring his head off, and with what they did to him last night, he’s also not making to morning mass either. We can have a lie in for once.”

Aether doesn’t give the tall ghouls a chance to respond as he drags him into his nest, and situates him in between Dew and himself, back to Dew so he’s facing Aether.

Dew immediately curls and arm around Mountain, snuggling himself into his back, burying his face into the back of his neck with a small contented hum.

He’s a comforting warmth against Mountain’s back, making him melt into his embrace.

Dew rubs at Mountain’s belly, with a purr, kicking up his heat even more.

“He’s never normally this cuddly, especially on his own accord. I think I’ve heard him purr, maybe…twice? He questions.

“He can be really sweet when he wants to be.” Aether whispers. He’d be the one to know, the two are inseparable at the best of times. The only person Dew let himself be really emotionally vulnerable with was Aether.

There’s a light snore from behind Mountain, making both the ghouls giggle.

Aether pulls Mountain into him, letting him rest his head on his chest. He kicks up a purr, letting it vibrate

through his chest, in an attempt to soothe Mountain.

He runs a had through his hair, scratching along his scalp. Mountain visibly relaxes into the touch, a purr of his own vibrating through his chest.

Aether places several little kisses along Mountain’s hairline, going down his cheeks and places a kiss to his lips, making Mountain give out a little hum. As sneakily as he can he pumps his quintessence through his fingers, hoping some of it rubs off onto Mountain.

Mountain feels his eyes begin to droop.

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are, you know?”

“Shhh, don’t fight it. Just close your eyes and sleep.”

“Forgot about my tea.” He mumbles as he rubs his head along Aether’s chest, trying to get as much of his scent on him as possible,

Aether chuckles.

“I’ll make you some more when you wake up. I might even make you pancakes.”

“I want pancakes as well.” Says a small voice from behind them.

Aether laughs and Mountain huffs against his chest.

“I’ll make you both pancakes, but you have to go to sleep first, okay? I promise.”

“Deal.” Dew says, as he snuggles back into Mountain’s back.

Mountain can’t even respond properly, his eyes finally closing as he relaxes fully against the two ghouls.

“Whenever you can’t sleep, you come to me, okay? I’ll always help you, Mounty.” Aether whispers to him as he falls asleep.

The last thing he remembers as he drifts off is the loud , comforting, purrs of all three of them mixing together.

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Dark Imagination_ Part 2

A.N: Did I really just come up with a 10-part Genshin Impact Reverse Harem Vampire Husbando AU? Yep! But, I had to stop the count of husbandos somewhere, so I’m keeping it simple:

Zhongli, Alhaitham and Neuvillette are officially my top three husbandos, in that order.  So they will have the honor of being the main vampire coven we are following in this story. 

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It had been three days since you had arrived to this world. Although the sun rose and set like your world, you found yourself sleeping in and rising late to stay up into the night. It was hard for you to stay up all night, and none of them pushed it. Secretly, they were happy that you hadn't actively run away from them. 

Well, you thought about it. 

But what was that saying, better to deal with the devil here than whatever devil might await you out there? 

But you realized quickly that none of them attempted to harm you. Neuvillette and Zhongli went out of their way to chat with you, hoping that it would put you at ease. You barely saw or exchanged words with Alhaitham. Or rather, he made no move to speak to you any more than the day you came to this world. 

Such an evening found you, blowing your cup of tea in the tearoom, allowing the silence to be your companion. You were used to silence, after all. You turned the page in the book you found from their library. Once they gave you a tour, and you discovered it, you had been hooked. 

“Did you find something to your liking, once again, my dear?” 

You looked up to see Zhongli walking quietly into the kitchen.  

It was weird, none of them walked with audible footsteps, but they did have reflections in the mirror. Alhaitham had only snorted at this, “I’ve read what humans make vampires out to be. Yes, we have reflections, no garlic and crosses aren’t harmful to us. The only true thing is that we don’t like the sun, but we can manage that if we aren’t mortally wounded. And a vampire can be killed by destroying his heart.” 

It was nice to know that the legends of vampires were largely the same in both worlds, even though reality was different here.

“What are you reading now?” Zhongli asked with a small smile, as he took a seat next to you and began to pour his own cup of tea. 

“I kind of got capture after page one.” said by way of excuse to the story you were reading as you held the page with one finger and flipped to the cover of the book. 

Zhongli chuckled, picking up the cup and blowing on it, “If it pleases you.” 

You ducked your head at his words before peeking up at him. You had always loved tea and was astounded of the different types of tea that were available here. Many you were certain didn’t exist in your world. 

And you had no idea why, but watching Zhongli make and drink tea was like watching art. Even the simple act of him enjoying tea, captured your gaze. Over the last few days, you had spent time with Zhongli as he made his tea. One of which took six hours!! But you found you quite enjoyed the time spent with him. 

You looked back at your teacup before taking a sip. Then you went to pick up the teapot to pour yourself another when a gloved hand, folded over yours. You looked up with eyes wide. 

“Allow me…” 

You pulled your hand back, allowing Zhongli to pick up the teapot to pour you another cup. 

Not one drop splashed. 

You swallowed as your head dipped once again. A soft touch on your cheek, had you looking back up. His knuckles lightly touched your cheek as he frowned, “Did you get enough to eat today?” 

“Yeah, there was enough.” you murmured.

“That’s good. Then you are well?” 

You nodded, “Just fine.” 

You saw Zhongli’s amber eyes flash once as his touch ghosted down your cheek to your neck. You shivered as it went further, trailing down your arm, until he lightly grasped your wrist.  You should have pulled back, but for some reason you didn’t, quite enraptured by this new development. He gently pulled your wrist towards him, as his amber eyes glanced down at it. Then his thumb was gently running over your pulse. 

What would you have done if you knew he could hear your pulse the moment he entered the door? At that moment, you didn’t know that all three of them could hear the ebb and flow of your heartbeat even as they went to ground. Even as they sleep, the blood in your veins was their lullaby. It had never been as loud or as clear as now, since you were pulled into their world. You didn’t know that all three had planned to make you want for nothing, to entice you to stay in their world of your own freewill. 

Would they even let you go back? 

This was not something that any of them were willing to face right now. 

You gazed up at Zhongli, as his lips parted, allowing you to see the fangs that poked from them. 

Somewhere in you, you were aware you should stop this. What kind of storybook did you get dropped into? Did you even want to continue this dark story? Exactly what awaited at the end? 

Then Zhongli’s lips ghosted over your pulse making your heart skip a beat until his tongue darted out, swirling over the pulse of your wrist, once. Twice. 

Your breath hitched and your heart stuttered. 

“Zhongli….” 

You snapped your head up and snatched your wrist back to find Neuvillette standing in front of you, two across from the table. You were thankful for the interruption as you blinked. What would have happened if Neuvillette hadn’t come? You scanned around and sure enough, Alhaitham sat, in the furthest chair with his gaze in a book. His gaze briefly shot to you before moving back to his book. If you hadn’t been looking, you would have missed it. 

“Xiao, escort your Lord to get himself together.” Neuvillette commanded. 

Xiao appeared in the room and bowed, “Yes, sir.” 

Zhongli seemed to snapped to himself and looked apologetic, “F-f-forgive me…” 

Neuvillette interrupted, “Save it for later. Just get out now.” 

Zhongli snapped his gaze up to Neuvillette and bared his fangs, “Who do you think you are talking to?” 

You froze, ducking your head into your teacup that you had gripped. 

Neuvillette only gazed down at him, unimpressed. 

Xiao intervened, “My lord Rex Lapis, please. Think of your Blood Mistress. We needn't frighten her. That is all Monsieur Neuvillette meant.” 

That seemed to calm him down and Zhongli stood with a sigh, “Yes, you are…correct.”

Without a backwards glance to you, Zhongli exited, followed by Xiao. 

Neuvillette finally turned his gaze to you, “Are you alright, Miss. Y/N?” 

“Ahh, I’m fine.” 

Alhaitham flipped a page, “Your heart rate is through the roof. Breathe…” 

“You have nothing to fear. Forgive me for not arriving earlier.” Neuvillette sketched a bow, “And I’ll apologize for Rex Lapis. He is ancient and has been without his Blood Mistress for a long time now. Even longer than Alhaitham or I. He usually has rigorous discipline to be admired, but now that you are here, his control is taut. I do not say this as an excuse for him, merely to explain. But even I admit you are quite a temptation. Ah, perhaps it would be wise for me to keep this quiet right now, lest I cause you to misunderstand. Oh, dear, am I rambling?”  

You looked taken aback by his words, even as Alhaitham snorted, but Neuvillette lavender eyes continued to rest on you as he added, “...But even still, he as we all should exercise caution. Again, I make our apologizes.” 

You shook your head, with a small smile, “It’s fine. I understand.” 

“Thank you for your grace.” 

Part 3

[strawbrygashez]

Horrid Henry fic

Nails (PART 1)

This is my first time attempting to write a Horrid Henry fic.. so please be nice 🙏 especially bc I’m a little rusty with writing fics in general. Also I’m not creative with titles sorry 💀 but yeah just a fic about a trip to the nail salon :) and it’s slightly set more into modern times but that’s not a big part of the fic. Also I decided to just post this as Part 1 bc I dunno if anyone will even like this 💀

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“Henry.. what are you doing? Mum said to-”

“Yeah,Yeah. Quiet worm. I’m just looking. There’s no harm in that is there?” Henry replied, before turning his attention back to all the nail polish bottles displayed up on shelves. It had honestly surprised him seeing how many different colors and shades there were. Sure his mum had her own few nail polishes but never any ‘fun’ ones.

Neither of them had actually been to a nail salon before. Usually whenever their Mum would get her nails done for special occasions, she’d hire a babysitter if their dad wasn’t home. This time however, she was out of luck. She couldn’t get hold of anyone available so she had to bring her two boys along, while of course not forgetting to give Henry an earful about being on his best behavior in the car. It was all things he’s heard before so he mostly has tuned it out, along with the sound of his little brother going on about something he didn’t care about yet again.

Henry himself wasn’t exactly thrilled about going. Sitting around waiting at least two hours for their mum to get her nails done for the same old Christmas event like last year didn’t sound like the most exciting thing in the world. He’d much rather be at home adding more toys his Christmas list than this but at least he had a new place to scope out.

A certain bottle of nail polish had caught his eye once he focused back on the wall in front of him. It was a dark almost swampy green color that had big chunks of glitter mixed in. An odd combo but one that Henry found himself admiring. “Hey. This one isn’t half bad!” He said, picking the bottle up before turning back towards Peter to show him his discovery.

“Uhm. Yes Henry but mum said not to mess around. Especially not with things…” His wormy little brother replied, glancing over to where she sat. She hadn’t noticed Henry had gotten up from the couch yet, too busy chatting away with the nail tech.

“I’m not messing around. I’m looking. Like I said.” Henry retorted with a slight frown. Jeez, did he always have to be a goody two shoes? The worm was even sitting there with his hands clasped together in his lap like he was attending Sunday school.

“Well.. Those are glass so…” Peter mumbled before looking back to Henry.

“I know. I’m not stupid.” He huffed. He swore it was like his whole family were just always anticipating for him to mess something up, especially on purpose. For better or worse, like when most people said something negative about him, he just learned to deal with it though-all the comments about how he’s never going to be anything but horrid in every situation.

He supposed if that’s all anyone ever expects him to act though, why not go along with it? Well. Most of the time. Right now he really wasn’t planning anything. Not even opening up a bottle and painting a little streak somewhere just to see how it looked, even though the thought did cross his mind. Plus since Christmas was only a few weeks away, Santa was probably watching him more now than ever so he’d been playing it safe…mostly.

“I didn’t say that! I just-” Peter began.

“Ugh! I get it already.” Henry huffed as he put the bottle back where he’d found it. Turning back to face Peter he noticed that at some point, he had gotten their shared IPad out. “Oh yes! It’s my turn to play on that Peter! You played on it the whole car ride here!” Henry grinned as he ran up to his little brother. He yanked it out of his hands and yet again frowned once he saw Peter had some dumb baby game that taught people how to spell, opened. Closing the dumb app he wondered when will he ever get into real games like Five Nights at Freddys?

Peter gasped when it had been taken out of his hands, and pouted even more once Henry plopped down next to him and opened Minecraft. “Henry! Mum said I could have it for a few days since you kept it for almost a week!” He whined, watching as the menu screen of the game popped up.

Henry spat out a ‘tch’. “Yeah, but only for school work mostly. I had that dumb presentation to work on and our old computer has been acting up remember? I barely played anything!” Maybe that was a bit of a lie. He maybe had hidden under his covers for a night or two to play Among Us but Peter didn’t need to know that. Henries answer didn’t satisfy Peter like it usually doesn’t, but the crybaby would just have to deal with it. He needed to continue collecting more materials for his next project in the game.

What came next didn’t surpise Henry at all.

Peter climbed down off the ‘waiting room’ couch and frowned. “I’m going to tell! I was doing something important!” He whined. Henry didn’t give a reaction at all. All Peter saw was Henry now pressing on the screen, probably guiding his little character around. Without looking up Henry replied. “Was it? Were you trying to learn how to spell annoying? Because it’s spelled P-E-T-E-R”

That was it for the little blonde. He spun around and quickly made his way over to their mother, reminding himself not to bump into her or pull on her sleeve like he usually did. As he came up, she initially smiled and asked “Yes sweetie?” She clearly been too caught up in her chat to notice what had been going on.

“Mum! Henry called me a name and took the IPad even though it’s my turn!” The blonde ear-gratingly whined while throwing in a sad, innocent look. Their mum couldn’t help but to sigh and roll her eyes. Of course not because of Peter, but because of Henry. She looked up from Peter over to Henry who had his tongue sticking out in focus as he pressed around on the large screen.

“Don’t be horrid Henry. Give your brother the IPad back and just sit there and read one of those magazines on the table or something.”

Like usual, she sounded exasperated.

He looked up from whatever he was doing and scowled “What? Why?! I just now got on! He’s been hogging it all day! It’s not fair! I just-”

“N-O spells no Henry. Can’t you just listen for once? You’re embarrassing me.” She argued back, now basically glaring daggers at the boy. Henry had almost tried to argue back until he looked right at her. Though most times he could push past the mean glares his parents would give him, looking like he’s the most terrible person in the world, he just felt it get to him slightly more today. He paused for a little bit, mouth hanging open until he finally looked back down and closed his games before half heartedly holding the IPad out towards Peters direction.

“See? Not that hard is it?” Their mum added in as she watched her younger son make his way back over to the couch and once Peter had it back and sat down, she turned towards the nail tech. “I’m so sorry. You know how it is with boys, right?” She asked with an awkward grin. The lady doing her nails nodded, smiling. “Yep, my youngest one is quite the handful. I have to keep my eye on him at home and while we’re out!”

Their mum laughed a little before responding, “For me it’s my oldest! Hes pretty troublesome alright. Even at his age..I thought it would stop by now” Henry caught a glimpse of the mean side eye she gave him, since he’d been occasionally looking up at the two while crossing his arms.

Henry didn’t react though. For a couple reasons but the main one was just that he was lost in his head about how if he makes his mum anymore angry, mean old unfair Santa might not get him that new Killer Rat Boys CD he’d been wanting. So instead of trying to find words to defend himself, he little huffed and looked over his brothers shoulder at the little baby game he’d pulled up again.

“Thank you for giving it back Henry! I almost have enough points on here to get my character a new outfit!” Peter gleamed once he noticed Henry was watching. Henry didn’t feel like dignifying that with a real response so he just mumbled something about how the words he had to spell on the screen were too easy-even for Peter, but the blonde went on about how it’s good to practice anyways. He had a spelling bee coming up after Christmas break so he wanted to keep practicing until then because yes, he needed yet again another trophy. Well he didn’t say the last part out loud but Henry knew how much Peter loved ‘being the best’ and making their parents proud. So instead of telling him off, he just rolled his eyes and continued to watch him play for a bit longer.

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Eventually, Henry had gotten too bored watching Peter play his baby game and listening to him trying to figure out what he was supposed to spell out loud. So, he even tried to read one of the magazines on the table his mum had told him to look at but it was incredibly boring and lame as well. He didn’t care about all these weird celebrities he barely knew and their break ups and drama so he didn’t pick up another one once he’d skimmed through all the pages. It would have been much more fun if he could had spread one of those nail polishes all over the peoples faces in there. Maybe give them mustaches and glasses too but he just settled with thinking about how he could get his hands on a nail polish after this and a dumb magazine so he could mess it up without eyes on him.

The planning and daydreaming was enough for a while as he lazily sunk back into the couch but even that got too boring as well.. and his mum seemed lost in conversation yet again since someone from work had called her. She had her phone between her shoulder and side of her face as the worker kept doing whatever it is with her nails. So since she was busy, Henry decided it wouldn’t hurt to bother his wormy little brother again.

He looked over his shoulder yet again. Peter looked like he was thinking real hard with this new ‘missing letter’ question that popped up. Henry didn’t even bother to read whatever the word could be before he pressed a random letter on the IPad. A big ‘X’ showed up on the screen along with a frowning face which made Henry chuckle.

“Henry!! I was close to figuring out what letter went there! Why did you do that?!” Peter whined, turning himself away from Henry, mostly just trying to hold the IPad out of Henry’s reach.

Henry continued to sarcastically smile as he shrugged. “I dunno. Sorry! I was just trying to help. I really thought I had it!”

Peter frowned at him, maybe believing him, maybe not. Either way he scooted away some and pressed the arrow on the screen to go to the next question. “I don’t need your help. I need to review this stuff. Not you!” Peter said, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“Whatever. See if I try to help you ever again.” Henry replied but with no malice in his voice. He just continued to grin as he moved himself to sit up on his knees and scoot closer to Peter. Peter was about to say something until Henry pressed yet again another random letter, giggling as he saw Peter’s points going down.

Peter stared in shock for a minute before threatening to tell on him again, making Henry’s smile drop. “Oh, it’s not that important worm. It’s just some babies game.”

When Peter didn’t even reply and just moved onto the next question, Henry gave up and decided to dramatically groan and flop over to lay on the couch. Just how much longer do they have to be here? He’d almost rather be at school than this place. At least there, tons of interesting things happened around him and there was tons to get up to. Here he was only allowed to sit there and wait, with the knowledge burning in his mind that if he messes up too much, he might just end up on the naughty list.

So he dramatically laid there, arm shielding his eyes from the bright lights. He stayed like that for only a little bit until a voice close by jostled him out of his thoughts. Moving his arm up just a tad, squinting because of the blinding lights, he let out a “Huh?” Not being able to see who ever had said whatever it was.

He could only barely make out the vision of a lady bending down just slightly and smiling at him after he’d uncovered his eyes.

“Sorry. I said are you alright?” She repeated.

After blinking a couple times, Henry could see her clearly. It was one of the employees he’d seen working away when they first came in. Even though she didn’t seem angry and was smiling, Henry didn’t trust that she wasn’t about to fuss at it him for being sprawled out on the couch like he owned the place, and not wanting to deal with his mum going on about how he was a embarrassment, he quickly sat back up normally as the lady stood up straight again.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry.” He grumbled, going back to crossing his arms and looking down.

“Oh, no. You’re free to lay down if you’d like. I just was worried.” She replied genuinely, also giving a smile to Peter who grinned back.

“I’m fine. Just-”

“Bored?”

Henry was quick to nod. Finally someone gets it. Who wants to sit around and wait? Especially without some good music or games to pass the time.

The brunette women let out a chuckle. “Yeah, I get that. My kid doesn’t like waiting around here either. Sorry we don’t have anything interesting around.”

Peter finally closed out of his app and put the IPad on sleep mode. “It’s quite alright ma’am! We understand this isn’t an area to play-”

“Quiet worm. You just don’t care because you’re hogging the IPad.” Henry interrupted, glaring at him.

It looked like Peter was about to say something back, more than likely he was going to go on another whiny rant but before Peter could say anything, the employee quickly cut in, lifting up both hands like she was trying to stop them both from starting another argument. “Hey. Have either of you had your nails painted before? I don’t see any on either of you.” She asked with a grin.

The brothers looked down at their nails, like they could have somehow been actually wearing some and forgot. Henry was quick to look back up. “Uhm. No. Isn’t that for girls?” He asked. He swore if another adult mistook him for a girl, he might risk getting one less gift under the tree.

The lady shrugged before putting her hands back down to her sides. “I don’t think so. My son loves having his done. It’s just some paint on your nails. I don’t see anything wrong with it. I believe anyone can wear it.

While the concept made Henry think for a moment longer, Peter was quick to grin widely, in a sudden a wave of excitement. “Really?!” He asked in astonishment. “Really.” She replied, matching his grin. “And if you two would like, me and my coworker don’t have any more clients for the day and we’re gonna close up shop soon so-”

Peter shoved his IPad back into his dumb little baby bag before he slid off the couch and looked up at her. “We’d love to! I- mean I would like to. I don’t know about my brother.”

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(To Be continued.. MAYBE 🤔)