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#sometimes u just gotta have a cringe fail weekend. is what i tell myself bc i let the fact that i forgot to check my new#email completely obliterate me. also i haven't been sleeping enough. also just the normal thoughts in my head#by which i mean the part of my brain that demands consequences for inattention by means of suffering. devine punishment.#which is irrational and annoying but knowing that doesnt seem to help. so ive just been laying here in the hopes i come unspooled and start#to disintegrate. which is annoying bc ive got stuff to do#specifically bc i am supposed to b a TA this semester. which is what i figured but also feared#so. thats gonna b a lot. tho not as much as my old school bc they dont make TAs do literally everything here apparently#but. itll b a lot. and also i have to finish signing up for classes. bc i didnt do that back in April by my brain was melting. also i have#to keep doing my job and dealing with my data. ugh. well. being a TA isnt so bad. i do like to help ppl learn even if im not very good at it#like. i struggle with thr talking to ppl part. like the transition of ny thoughts to something thst makes sense#oh well. hope i end up teaching something im not too unqualified for. i could do soils. Ecology. uhhh. maybe intro bio but i never even took#university level biology. i just skipped upper level courses. that's probably it. anything else would b a lotta faking it#ugh. im tired. i should go to sleep at 9pm. thr sun hasbt even set and i should sleep#tomorrow i have to get my shit together. but also i wanna email my new professor like hey bro like what do u want me to do???#like how do i start in this lab? when do we start talking. like just not to b pushy but whats thr procedure?#i like Structure but also its like weeks until the semester starts so we got time. im just a lil nuts#jesus. its gonna b an interesting semester. hopefully fun but uh it is sorta like taking a boat out when u can see big ominous clouds#like im sure ill b fine but also i might get dumped over into a watery grave. i just. i have a lot of papers to write#and its gonna b hard to b a student on top of that. partly bc what im gonna b doing now is almost completely unrelated#which is probably y ppl stick to the same track they stsrt on. that awkward moment when ppl ask u if ur gonna keep working with bi0crust#and ur like uhhhh no fuck that actually the work ive done in the past 4 years makes me hate myselfâïž#so we r back at square 1. well not 1 bc its sorta related but its a pretty big reset#itll b fine once things start. its just thr anticipation that kills me#unrelated
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Thinking about your take on (any) monster eating an aphrodisiac candy on accident or like an accidental aphrodisiac pollen ingestion (from like just sniffing around scavenging/hunting) - if that makes sense? Just imagine them losing a bit of control, being so needy, and only wanting âitâ to go away yet it feels too good to not be inside the reader⊠yea Iâm totally normal about this.
I canât wait to see what you come up with this and take your the time, make sure you are well rested and taking care of yourself! đ
Hi anon! Thank you so much for your kind words, I'm trying to be kinder to myself and it's always nice to have a reminder. That said, I hope you like his little story I came up with. I went overboard with this. I donât know where this came from but dang if it wasnât fun. Hope you enjoy! <3
Wrong candy, right hole
Werewolf x fem!witch || dub-con, accidental drug ingestion, size kink, oral sex, knotting, breeding, squirting, lowkey somnophilia || tw: thereâs mentions of anxiety and a panic attack
âIâm so fucking hungry, are you done?â He pushed his face against the side of your head, almost bent in half to do so, looking over your shoulder. When he pressed against your space so closely, you felt so tiny. Fucking werewolves being as big as a refrigerator.
âWait a lil bit, dude. I need to finish this so I can send it today.â You told him, pushing his snot away from you. You were trying to pack the last products of the day before going for dinner. You told him that at least three times already, but he was so damn impatient. You kinda loved him for it, he was always so eager for everything you did together, it was charming in a way.
âBut Iâm hungryâŠâ He whined, making you bite your lip to hide a smile. Your best friend was so cute when he was acting all puppy like. You though werewolves would be more dominant or something, but he was just a big furry himbo. And you had a bit of a crush on him, but you werenât going to sexualize him that way. You knew part of the reason you had a crush was because of how big and imposing he was, how furry his body was⊠You had a bit of a monster kink, and well, you didnât want to make him uncomfortable so you didnât say anything about it.
You pointed at the counter and told him: âEat some candy, they are over the counter.â He let out a happy sound as he marched to get them. You turned around in time to see him eating some of your last shipping products. Oh fuck.
âUh, oh,â you mustered. This was bad, really bad.
âWhat?â He asked, opening his mouth wide, candy crumbs falling off. Gross.
You look at him with what you hoped was a sorry face. âYou shouldnât have taken that.â He didnât eat the candies you were pointing to, he ate the ones your client specially asked for.
His face fell instantly, the worry in your tone not as hidden as you thought. âWhat? Why not?â You could see the gears in his brain turning, thinking about all the bad possibilities.
âItâs not candy,â you mustered, trying to sound nonchalant about it, but calculating how much time you had before it started to make an effect on him. Fuck, you didnât know if it was going to be enough, it should be fast. Fuck.
âWhat?! You said I could take one.â He yelled at you, his voice growly and sexy, you tried not to think about that last part. Your lady parts would have to wait.
âThe other ones, damn it. Now I have to make a new batch.â You tried not to sound annoyed about it, but those took so much effort to make⊠Damn it.
He looked at you like you were dumb and asked: âWhat were those, then?â
âAphrodisiac candies,â you confessed slowly. The clock was ticking and you didnât know how he would react, you normally provided them for other species, never for wolves.
âWhat?! WHY DID YOU HAVE THEM THERE?â He asked, starting to panic. You tried to calm him down by touching his chest, making him match your breathing. He complied, but with great effort. The clock was still ticking.
âIt was an order. I was gonna pack them! But you ate them.â You kept breathing slowly, his big furry paw now on your chest, trying to breathe together. You learned about that when he had a panic attack the second time you two meet, and it had been helpful so many other times.
âWhat do I do? Give me the antidote,â he asked. You looked up at him with what you hoped was a reassuring smile.
âI- Thereâs none.â You tried to stop him from getting away, but he pushed you lightly and stepped back, his paws going through his head, frustration and anxiety very present on his features.
âWhat?!â He exclaimed. âI need to go. I need to get home, get my fleshlight. I donât know. What do I do?â He sounded more panicked by the minute. You felt very sorry for him and even worse because it was technically your fault.
And then a light bulb turned on your head. âOr I could⊠I could help you,â you told him, looking to the ground, suddenly shy. You just offered your best friend to have sex with him to ride out the aphrodisiac he accidentally ate. Your brain wasnât in the best place, but you couldnât avoid the wetness between your thighs thinking about fucking him.
He turned to face you completely, his eyes so big it looked comical. âWhat?â
âJust⊠Just if you want to,â you muttered. Each second that passed it seemed like a bad idea. He was your best friend, he didnât see you like that.
And then he deadpanned: âAre you saying you want me to knot you?â You blushed from your toes to your hair, hearing him talk about knotting made your pussy twitch and juices flow, you could feel the wetness on your panties growing uncomfortable.
âDude when you say it like that.â You looked at him intently expecting him to say something else, but when he didnât, you answered truthfully: âYes, okay. Yes! I want you to knot me.â
âAm I taking advantage of you if we do this?â He asked, his tone worried. That made you confirm your choices. Of course you would do that for him, he was your best friend and the best werewolf you knew. He was better than any man, human, warlock or any other species you knew. He was just⊠him.
âNo, I want this. I⊠I might have a bit of a monster kinkâŠâ You blushed again, and he smiled at you smugly. âAm I taking advantage of you?â You asked, matching his worried tone.
âNo. I⊠Iâve had a crush on you since forever.â You looked at him perplexed, completely shook, what the fuck? âYour fucking candy also has some truth serum or what?â He asked and you remembered that yes, it did, fuck.
âMaybe⊠Itâs to make the communication between partners better,â you explained. It sounded bad to your own ears, like a silly excuse for what was just happening, but you didnât care. He had a crush on you. On you!
âGood lord, Iâm never eating anything you give me ever again.â You chuckled at that, and he followed. But it was short lived. His laugh broke with a whine: âFuck, it hurts.â He was palming his cock through the fabric of his pants and you could feel saliva pooling at your mouth. Dang you wanted to suck him off badly.
âShit. Yeah, it should be starting to make effect.â He looked back at you with full on puppy eyes, making your heart constrict and your pussy get wetter. You pushed him backwards, and he let you guide him to the back room. You had a mattress there for when your long potions had to be made, so you could take a nap. You thanked the Goddess and pushed him on it. âDoes this work?â You asked, sitting on his lap, you could see the outline of his dick and you wanted to explore every inch of him. He nodded eagerly, his paws grabbing your hips to grind your covered pussy against his dick. He whined and let out a long groan, a wet patch forming in his pants. âDid you just come?â The smile on your face was so big it hurt your cheeks.
He looked at you embarrassed. âYes, fuck. What did you give me?â His hands kept moving your hips to grind against his dick and you were starting to lose your mind. The friction was so good you were close yourself.
You groaned and told him: âYou ate it yourself. Itâs⊠Itâs supposed to make your sex experiences extremely pleasurable. And maybe⊠Maybe improve your stamina?â It wasnât a question, it did improve stamina greatly, thatâs why you never gave it to wolves or other species with already good stamina, their partners couldnât hold that much time.
âIâm a werewolf, I already had enough stamina!â His words agreed with your inner turmoil. Fuck, his clothed dick against your wet panties felt wonderful. âTake off your clothes or Iâll rip them.â His low growl made you groan and more juices pooled on your panties. âFuck, I can smell you. I can smell how wet you are.â You got up from his lap and started to get your clothes off. You were being too slow because he growled and tried to grab you. You stepped back and took care of the rest rapidly.
The second your clothes were off you, he was launching himself at you, his face going directly for your pussy. You felt his long tongue inside of you, so long and so inhuman that it was hitting every single place inside of you that made your toes curl. You kept cursing as your hands found his fur, you pulled and groaned as he ate you out like a desperate animal. You could see his hips grinding against the bed, he was probably making a mess. In your foggy brain, the pleasure hit a max level and you exploded, coming against his face as he licked every single inch of you.
He pulled back, his face contorted in what you only could describe as feral grin. He ripped off his own clothes, the sound of tearing fabric excited you. And then you saw his dick, and you twitched. He was so fucking big, his tip was red and big, leaking so much it looked shiny. But what scared you the most was the knot at the base, so big it was almost like your whole fist. Dang. You werenât sure that was going to fit inside of you.
âIâm not sure thatâsâŠ.â You tried to push away on the bed, but he grabbed your legs and pulled, positioning yourself perfectly for him. Your pussy on display and your legs over his shoulders.
âIt will fit. Iâll make it fit.â His voice had an edge of danger and you shivered.
Your pussy was sensitive after the orgasm he just gave you, so when he pushed inside of you in one hard thrust you almost lost it. You arched your back and screamed at the top of your lungs. His mouth found yours, and he started kissing you, more teeth than lips. He didnât wait, he didnât let you warm up, he started fucking you hard and fast, your whole body moving when he pushed inside. When he bottomed out, you could feel his knot against your entrance, trying to slip inside, an insistent pressure driving you wild. He grabbed your hips and pulled them up, the perfect angle to hit your G-spot with every thrust. You were seeing stars as he grunted and growled against your open mouth. You werenât kissing anymore, he was just licking the inside of your open mouth as you lost your body to pleasure.
He came inside you. Once. Twice. Three times. Maybe even four, you stopped feeling it when it started to be too much. You could feel his cum moving inside of you with each thrust. But he kept fucking you, using you like a toy for his pleasure, and you couldnât even blame him for being rough because you were enjoying it a lot more than you should. You did that to him, but good lord if it didnât feel like paradise. You lost count of how many orgasms you had as he pounded you, your body at his mercy.
When you thought it was impossible to feel more pleasure, you felt him slow down, pressing and pressing, and pushing and trying to stretch you impossibly wide. You thrashed under him, there was no way, but he didnât mind your struggling as he forced his knot inside of you. You let out a cry as it fitted inside, you felt like he was breaking you apart in the best possible way. You didnât know it could feel like that, you didnât know it could feel so good. Your voice gave out before your body did, your scream turned silent as he bit and licked your neck, probably leaving a line of hickeys there. You didnât care. It felt so good. Too good.
And then he pushed on your lower abdomen, making you feel so full and so weird, but it was so hot. You had so much cum in you, a bump in your lower abdomen indicating he came so many times you were knocked up for sure. You would need to make contraceptive potions tomorrow, but for now you could enjoy the feel of his cum inside of you. So much, so hot. It felt like molten lava was melting your insides as you came and came. And he came and came.
He moved his knot against your G-spot over and over, making you want to cry because of the pleasure. And then you felt the telltale sign that you were going to squirt. It only happened a couple times before, never with somebody else, but when you tried to alert him, your arms and legs wouldnât respond. You could just lay there in silence as he took his pleasure on you, off you. You squirted, soaking his fur and making him stop for a second, surprised. His answering growl was so feral you felt it in your whole body. He came again. And again. And again.
At some point you passed out. Your body gave out. But you guessed he kept fucking you, the candy was supposed to last for hours. Well⊠You trusted him, he could fuck your asleep body as much as he wanted.
#monster#monster fucker#monster imagine#monster x human#teratophillia#monster x reader#monster boyfriend#terato#request#werewolf#werewolf x witch#werewolf smut#werewolf x reader#witch#aphrodisiac#exophelia
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Continuing from This Drabble about you and your BF Katsuki answering sex questions about each other<3
Black Female Reader x Katsuki Bakugo , mentions of panty stealer bakugo, slight smut???
âOkay uh, how do you rate your partners kisses 1-10.â
â9â
â9?! Muthafucka I taught you how to kissâ-â
âYou always push back first like you canât handle it, it pisses me off.â
âI like breathing.â
âSo.â
Rolling your eyes, âI was ganna say 12/10, but since youâre being a bitchââ
âSo, 12/10 got it. Next.â
âDoes your partner have any dirty secrets?âŠoooh.â-â
âMâgoing to bed.â Bakugo immediately gets up to take off his tank top seeing as he was going to sleep in your dorm tonight, but as the shirt clung to his semi flexing biceps you grab him, âNo, y/n.â
âOh câmon boy are the secrets THAT bad?! Iâll tell you mine at leastâ-fuck.â He considers for a moment. Curiosity weighing heavier than his will to sleep at the moment, âYou ass.â
âWhat did you call meââ
âI thinkâŠâ You place two fingers on his soft lips, âOne secret is thatâŠâŠâŠ.one time, when you were out on work study you left your black tank top in my roomâŠ.andâŠ.i missed youâŠ.and i was ovulating so iâŠ.put on your tank top and âŠ.playedâŠwith myself.â
The air was thick, itâs as if Bakugo took it as he grew closer to you while speaking, there wasnât much to make him speechless but dammit thatâs a new one.
Fuck. Thatâs actually more sexier than he wants to admit right now. He crossed his legs, hoping a tent wonât form in his grey sweats and noticed your eyes wandering at every part of your room but his eyes.
âIâŠmoaned your name too.â
âYouâŠyou damnâŠ.pervert fuckâ-â His voice almost broke into a groan, looking away also embarrassed you knew he didnât mean it in a malicious way from how he looked back at you, Adamâs Apple bobbing up and down, âStop acting fucking weird. You did it. Who cares. As long as it was MY name you moaned.â
âOf course dumbass. I only want youâŠâ
Bakugo felt his ears burning, already annoyed he was flustered once he groaned, âI took your panties once.â
âWhat?â
âWhy the hell would you wear that lacy frilly shit during class in that short ass skirt? Itâs like you want those idiots to see you.â
âThat CANNOT be the reasonââ
âIT IS. If youâre ganna wear âem wear them IN OUR dorms you dumbass.â
ââŠwell.â
âWell what.â He pouts.â
âWell where the fuck are they I like wearing them after I get waxed.â
Bakugo hesitates, not wanting to actually answer mainly because he doesnât just have ONE pair of panties. But a few. âIâll show you later.â
âTch.â You mock his sounds, âEver use âem to masturbate?â
âShut the fuck up.â
You giggle, you can only imagine what his perverted ass has done with them. And the last time you seen them was in your hamper so you assumed they got lost somewhere in the laundry. Honestly itâs kindaâŠ.interesting heâs telling you this.
âDoes your partner have any noâs during?â
âIâm not calling you a bitch.â
âAw.â You sarcastically sigh, âWhy.â
âWhy the hell would I call you out your nameââ
âYou called me your slut yesterday.â
ââŠSlip of the tongue.â He crosses his arms like a child, making you giggle. âSorry.â
âNo need to apologize it was hot.â You say adjusting yourself closer to him, you could actually feel the heat from his body rise as you kept speaking, âItâs fine. Degrading isnât something Iâd need from you anyway.â
âI donât get that kink, who the hell likes to be disrespected by someone theyâŠare yâknow with.â
You shrug, you understand why certain people have kinks, but itâs hard to put in words for someone like Katsuki. Heâs a very simple man when it comes to relationships. Almost traditional and old fashion which is what charmed you the most about him. He never even called you a bitch before in any sense nor has he ever told you anything that would genuinely hurt your feelings, âSome people are just into that.â You concluded, your boyfriend looks at you with an unresolved look, but accepts it anyway. Weirdos.
âI wouldnât hit you either. Like in the face or anything. Only on the assâ
âGood because my face is too pretty for that.â Katsuki smirks at you, youâre absolutely right youâre too pretty for him to hit.
âNobody else.â
âHm?â
ââŠNobody else is allowed to join us.â
Squinting for a moment his statement clicks , âOH! No threesomes and stuff. Oh yeah of course not. If I see you with any other girl Iâll kill you and her.â
Katsuki swallowed his laughter, masking it with a clearing of his throat, your eyes not tearing from his making sure he knew you were serious. You donât scare him typically, but he knew the moments when you genuinely had an aura about you that screamed âFucking try to play with me.â And this was one of those moments. âYou look at me like I didnât just fucking say ââ
âI know.â Your voice cracked a little trying to cover up the jealous tone you were about to spew out. Just the thought of Katsuki touching another girl had you upset.
Little did you know it was the same for him with you.
âAnything else?â
âI wonât do race or age play.â
âWhat the hellâŠ?â-â
âWell I am black so obviously no and then you have age play which is just a cute way of saying you like childrenâ-â
âWHAT?â
You pause to cover up his loud mouth with your small hands, âSSSHH! Before we get in trouble again!âŠanyway moving on!â
Not wanting to argue, he takes your laptop and smacks your hand away, âWhat is something you DONT like that your partner does during sex.â
âTake my laptop away from me.â
He strikes you and look, he doesnât say anything verbally but he says âquit fucking aroundâ with his eyes, admitting defeat that he wonât give you back your laptop you sit back and think for a moment.
âEhâŠOh! I donât like that you wonât let me ride you.â
Damn it.
He had a feeling youâd say that too. Bakugo scratches the back of his neck roughly while letting out a groan. Throwing his head back a little he side eyes you, âWhy do you wanna be on top so bad. Iâm the man I shouldââ
âItâs not even about dominating you or anything you can still fuck me from below, âSuki. Youâll still have all the power.â
Bakugo has seen porn videos where the guy fucks up into the girl. Even some where the man is straight up holding the girl up and pumps her full. Itâs so erotic he couldnât even finish the video, but even though he enjoys vanilla sex, he is quite certain riding him isnât too far off from what he likes.
Besides he loves having your tits bounce in his face and feeling your nipples practically bounce into his mouth makes up of great reason.
ââŠFine. But when IâM ready.â
âYaaaayy mkayâŠ.now what is something YOU donât like about me.â
âYouâre ganna be pissed.â
Your smiles immediately transforms into a straighten line, âUh oh.â
âI donât âŠlike when you cum too fast.â
It was a bit embarrassing yet confusing to hear. Clearly that means heâs doing a good job so why â
âBecause I want to keep fucking you.â Bakugo speaks up as if he read your inner thoughts, all you could do was blink a few times at him, and he continued more, âEven though I donât cum until after you do which isnât that long, sometimes I wanna keep going. Iâve timed it, the moment I start fucking you sex only last about 6-8 minutes.â
âThatâs average. Some people are 2-3 minutes.â You spoke with an unimpressed and deadpanned voice mostly because this sounded ludicrous to you and Bakugo seen it in your expression causing him to sigh in annoyance. âShouldnât your ego be filled knowing you make me cum fast?â
âYeah, but â-fuck sue me for wanting more. And donât say some shit like Iâm a nympho or some shit because thatâs fucking disgusting and those freaks are usually only in a relationship to fuckâ-â
âOKAY OKAY CALM DOWN, BOY!â His voice kept getting louder and louder and you refused to have another write up because you have him in your dorm past curfewâŠagain. âI get it though.â
âYou want to be overstimulated.â
What? Bakugo scrunched yo his eyebrows. He never heard that term before used when talking about sex.
âOverstimulated means âŠwell⊠showing you is actually better than telling you.â
In an instant Bakugoâs furrowed eyebrows soften, his gaze transitioned from confused to darker and subtly lustful. You felt the vibe of the room change so quickly you practically had to clear your throat to make him focus again.
âSo the next questionâŠâ
âNah, show me.â He firmly shuts your computer and places it on your nightstand. Arms still crossed, âShow me what that word means or should I look up a video and figure it out myself.â
ââŠ.yâcan.â
It wasnât ideal for your evening to end like this with him, but itâs just you and your slightly horny boyfriend watching porn videos.
Whatâs the worse that can happen?
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hii again!! Iâm here to request a Drabble/headcannon (doesnât matter to me :3) where the reader gets approached by two strangers n one of them goes âhi my friend thinks youâre cuteâ and motions to their friend next to them even though the jjk men (yuta and Megumi but feel free to add anyone else!) is literally RIGHT next to them (this happened during lunch a week ago n all my friends laughed at me đđđ)
WHEN A STRANGER CALLS YOU CUTE IN PUBLIC!
featuring: gojo satoru. fushiguro megumi. yuuta okkotsu. itadori yuuji.
n. hi baby! i supposed youâre the same nonnie that requested the stalker one? thank you for trusting me with your requests cause yours are always enjoyable to write and your ideas are *french kiss*. i hope ya like this one and please if you have any ideas you wanna share, hmu! ill always write yours bby. mwaah xoxo
hey, excuse me! my friend thinks youâre cute . .
ITADORI YUUJI. you exchanged a surprised glance with itadori, who cracked a smile sheepishly. "oh yeah? thanks," he replied, clearly missing the implication. the stranger nudged their friend, urging them to speak up. "uh, yeah," offering a nervous smile. "you're really cute."
your boyfriend only chuckled, oblivious to their intentions. "right? my girlfriend is the cutest!â he said proudly, pinching your cheeks infront of them. âyuu, weâre in public..â
the strangers shared a bewildered look, realizing that their attempt to strike up a conversation with you had been unintentionally thwarted. "uh, yeah, youâre really lucky," the stranger managed to mumble before they awkwardly excuse themselves and slipped back into the crowd.
you and itadori watched them go, bemused expressions on your faces. "did you catch what they were trying to do?" you asked, stifling a laugh. itadori shook his head, still clueless. "nah, but it doesn't matter. i already know who the cutest one here is," he said, planting a kiss on your cheek, causing you to giggle at his oblivion.
GOJO SATORU. before you could respond, gojo stepped forward, subtly clearing his throat. you shot him a puzzled look, wondering what he was up to. âyeah? well, she's taken," declaring at once, voice laced with amusement as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
the strangers kept eyeing you curiously, seemingly undisturbed by the statement he made. "oh really? too awful," one of them remarked, maintaining a smile.
gojo raised an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing glance with you. it was clear they weren't getting the hint. with a sigh, he cleared his throat again, this time louder, as he firmly took your hand and started to lead you away. âsorry, folks, but we're kinda busy," your boyfriend said with a charming smile, gently steering you in the opposite direction.
as you both walked away, gojo grinned down at you. "just making sure they know who you belong to, darling,â he said, pulling you closer as you continued your walk through the path.
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. you immediately glanced nervously at megumi beside you. however, your boyfriend remained silent, his expression unreadable as he gazed at the strangers.
unsure of how to reply, you gave the stranger a hesitant smile. megumi didn't express his jealousy, but it was obvious that he was still very much in the dark about it. the stress was literally radiating off of him. "um, thank you," you managed to murmur, feeling awkward under megumi's scrutiny.
the strangers seemed unfazed by megumi's silence, continuing to chat amicably with you. they asked questions, trying to engage you both in conversation, but megumi remained aloof, his attention solely focused on you. you glanced at him, catching the tightness in his jaw and the furrow in his brow. he was clearly uncomfortable, but he didn't make a move to pull you away from the strangers. rather, he only stood there, sulkily contemplating.
sensing his unease, you subtly shifted closer to him, hoping to offer some reassurance. megumi glanced down at you, his gaze softening ever so slightly before returning to the strangers, "hey, you done talking?" he shot at the strangers with thinly veiled irritation.
he then sighed, a hint frustration crossing his features. without another word, he gently took your hand and pulled you away from the conversation, his grip firm but not forceful. as you walked, you stole a glance at megumi, finding his expression softened slightly, his jealousy dissipating now that you were out of the strangers' reach. âi didnât feel it like has to be said, but,â a tint of red swelled on his face, his eyes denying your gaze. âyeah, youâre always pretty. and if you need someone to say it, just,â
âjust ask me, okay?â
YUTA OKKOTSU. you responded with a timid smile, sensing yuuta's comforting presence beside you. he let out a soft chuckle, his laughter soothed the situation as you thanked the compliment. "i appreciate it.â
yuuta's casual reaction didnât appear to dismiss the strangers, as they continue to strike up a discussion as though youâve been friends for years. while yuuta stays a silent yet watchful presence, they kept the questions going.
after a while, yuuta's smile widened, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he glanced at his watch. "it was fun talking to you guys," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "but me and my girlfriend need to be somewhere else."
you blinked in surprise at his sudden intervention, but the strangers took it in stride and finally offering their farewells. after they walked away, you turned to yuuta, curiosity piqued by his unexpected assertiveness.
"youâre not going to say anything about it?â you commented, impressed by his ability to not get jealous or anything else in between. yuuta brushed your hair, his gaze warm with affection. "cause they werenât wrong though. you are the cutest.â
@uzurakis â reqs are open! <3
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â„ïžnecklace - nishimura riki
pairing: nishimura riki x afab!reader
summary: while on tour in the US, niki runs into you at a jewelry store, since heâs not the best with speaking english, he tries his hardest to ask you out with as many words as he knows, (and with the help of jake lol)
warnings: none!!
you walked into the jewelry shop on the way to your apartment in hopes to find a new necklace since the one you had on now was beginning to fall apart.
you walked inside, the cool ac of the store refreshing your hot skin, you walked over to the necklace section and began to scan the different necklaces on the shelves,
meanwhile, niki and jake were on the other side of the shop,
jake forced niki to come with him to go shopping for their last day in the US, they had one more show tonight then they were leaving tomorrow morning,
and theyâve been running around all over place, store to store, buying things left and right, but they were having fun,
but now niki was tired, but since jake was taking forever looking at rings from the display, niki groaned and checked the time on his phone, âbro.â he mumbled, jake looked up and chuckled, â5 mins!â jake held up 5 fingers, niki rolled his eyes and decided to walk around to pass time.
as he walked over to the other side of the store, his eyes was stopped on what he thought, was the prettiest girl heâs ever saw.
it was you.
you were standing with two different necklaces in your hands, eyes shifted back and forth on the both to see which one youâd pick. your hair laid perfectly and framed your face in all the right ways.
he truly thought you were beautiful,
obviously, heâs seen several different pretty girls, at concerts, interactions with fans, or even when heâs casually shopping,
but you.. heâs never seen someone so beautiful like you, doe brown eyes, and your outfit was so adorable to him.
he quickly looked away not to make anything awkward if you were to look up, jake then walked over to niki and tapped his shoulder , âwhyâd you walk off?â he asked, niki looked at jake, then back at you, his ears going all red
jake took the hint, nodding slowly with a smile, he nudged niki, basically telling him to go talk to you, niki shook his head, âmy.. my english.. itâs not the best.â niki sighed,
he assumed you were american, or atleast really good at speaking english, since they were in the US and youâre here.
âwhat do you wanna say?â jake asked.
âuh..â niki rubbed his neck, then shrugged, jake chuckled, âsay sheâs pretty.. and ask for her number maybe?â jake says, âask.. for her number?â niki raised and eyebrow, and jake nod. niki felt his palms sweating.
âso say.. âhey, youâre really pretty, could i have your number?ââ jake says, niki listened to his words clearly,
âhey.. you are- pretty. can i have youâ?â he tilt his head, ânumber.â jake finished, âcan u have your number.â niki nods, jake nod as well, âyup! you got it. now go do it!â jake nudged niki, niki let out a breath as jake backed away to watch from afar.
niki cleared his throat and rubbed his palms on his jean jacket before stepping up to you slowly, your head lifted, eyes drifting away from the necklaces and to the handsome guy in front of you.
and you didnât wanna stare too much, but you couldnât stop looking at him. he was so beautiful.
his dark jet blue hair laid perfectly over his eyes, his moles all over his face, and his fashion sense, he was so handsome.
âhey..â he says quietly, holy shit was he about to ask you out?
âmay iâ no.. youâre really pretty..â he says, but he sounds unsure. you immediately could tell english wasnât his first language, but you smiled at his desire to talk to you anyways.
âthank you.â you smile softly, and he smiled back, before chuckling and rubbing his neck, âcan iâ can i have your.. number..?â he cleared his throat, and your eyes widened.
you couldnât believe someone so beautiful like him was asking YOU for your number. âoh.. yes! sure.â you nod, after realizing how long you left him on âdeliveredâ.
niki nod and chuckled nervously again, stumbling to get his phone from his jean pocket and handing it to you,
you stared at the phone, âEnter Pinâ
you giggled awkwardly and showed him he had to put his pin in first, âah.. sorry.â he face palmed himself before quickly putting the pin in and going to the number dial.
you smiled at his cuteness before typing in your number, and saving your contact name as y/n. niki tried not to stare at you as you saved your contact, but you were so pretty, he stole little glances at you whenever you werenât looking too much.
you then handed him back his phone, he looked at the screen, eyes drifting to see your name saved at the top of the chat,
ây/n..â he mumbled to himself, âpretty..â he smiled up at you, you felt your face heat up and looked away, âthank you.. whatâs your name?â you ask.
ânishi- uh.. itâs niki.â he nods, you smiled, niki was such a nice name you thought, he then looked at the two necklaces you were holding up.
he then grabbed the one with a dark brown pendant, holding it up to your eyes, âit- itâs matching your.. your eyes.â he chuckled, his smile growing as his ears went red,
you covered your face as you giggled. he was cute.
âiâll get this one then.â you nod and grabbed that necklace and put the other one back, he nod, âokay uh.. iâll seeâ it was nice talking.. meeting? ah this is too hard.â he groaned and shut his eyes, you just giggled softly watching how determined he was to talk to you in english.
âit was nice meeting you.. y/n.â he nod and sucked in his lips, ânice meeting you too niki.â you shot him a smile before walking away to check out,
as soon as you walked away, niki rubbed his temples, he felt like he totally embarrassed himself but, deep down you thought he was so cute.
jake ran up, âhowâd it go?â jake says, eyebrows raised.
âgood.. i- think?â niki shrugged, jake chuckled and pat his shoulder, âyou got her number atleast bro!â jake hyped him up, which made niki smiled.
he got a pretty girls phone number, and he was definitely gonna look forward to texting you after tonightâs show.
with the use of google translation of course..
a/n: hi guys!! iâm so so sorry for how inactive iâve been, itâs been a while since i wrote anything so i hope this isnât too bad :( if u have any more ideas for me to write, pls send me a request!
tags: @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii @k1ttylvr @geniejunn @pkjay
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đđđđąđ§đąđđđ„đČ đšđŻđđ« | boyfriend's dad!cillian murphy x reader
đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ | for some reason, your first instinct after the breakup was to talk to his parents; maybe because you'd come sort of uniquely close to them, for a relatively short relationship. you might not have gone to their house if you'd known you'd find mr. murphy there alone...
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đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ | SMUT (18+ ONLY!! unprotected sex, creampie, oral m and f receiving), age gap (reader's age unspecified, cillian is 45+), hurt/comfort (but, you know, sexual comfort), infidelity, slight manipulation/coercion since the reader is very vulnerable at the time, somewhat inexperienced reader, degradation and praise, a little bit of breathplay, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia?, reader is slightly implied to be an immigrant/foreigner
note: yes I use his real name but this is just fiction and not meant to have anything to do with the real cillian murphy or his life/family so please keep that in mind!
He had a smile on his face as he opened the door and greeted you, but it fell instantly when he saw you biting down on your quivering lip, looking down to hide how red and watery your eyes were.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, voice heavy with concern as he reached out and rubbed your shoulder. "Oh, godâ come in, come inâ what's going on?"
He ushered you into the house, shutting the door behind you and wrapping his arm around you as you sniffled. "I-I'm sorryâ" you began instantly. âI thoughtâ I donât know why I even came hereâŠâ
But, actually, you sort of did. Youâd been wanting to talk to Cillianâs wife, hoping for some motherly advice, until he answered the door and you abruptly remembered she was in England on business for a week or something. And you couldnât exactly show up on somebodyâs doorstep crying and say âoh, sorry, I thought your wife would be homeâ Iâll come back in a few daysâ.
You werenât disappointed by running into him instead, really, you just felt a little weirder about it. The two of you had never actually been alone before.
"Don't apologise," he soothed, "it's okay, just tell me what's happened. Are you alright?"
"Yeah," you sighed, trying to compose yourself a bit as he guided you to sit on the couch with him. "Yeah, I'm okay, I just... um, well, it's sort of stupidâ"
"I'm sure it's not," he offered with a small laugh, "if it's got you this worked up."
"We, um... I think we broke up?"
"What?" he breathed, knitting his eyebrows togetherâ he cared more than you expected... but it sort of made sense, Mr. Murphy had always made you feel welcome here. Mrs. Murphy too, maybe ina different way. Yes, it's bizarre to respond to being dumped by going to visit the guy's parents, you needed a sort of... mature, familial presence right now while you were so far from your own.
You took him through the whole drama as efficiently as possible, trying to regulate your crying so he could actually attempt to make out what you were saying. He listened thoughtfully, perhaps with too much attention compared to what you expectedâ after all, this was stupid college drama and he was so much more mature than all that. Still, you appreciated a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on.
"And, uh, that's how he ended it," you finished with a sigh, sniffling as you recalled the heartbreaking conversation. "He basically told me that he's too young to be stuck with one person, and he needs to 'explore his options'..."
"Then he's an idiot," Cillian groaned, "and I hate to say that about my own sonâ but he's a fuckin' idiot."
"Well," you mumbled, "I don't knowâ I thought maybe he had a point. I mean, we're pretty young..."
"But look at you, honey," he offered pityingly, "you can't tell me this is what you wanted."
"No, butâ"
"And yes, you're young," he added, "but not too youngâ not if it's real."
You bit your lip to stop it from shaking any more, and he cooed at you gently as he reached up to rub your shoulder. Â
âPoor girl,â he breathed. âHonestly, I always⊠well, maybe I shouldnât say it nowâŠâ
You looked up at him expectantly, and he smiled nervously as he glanced away.
âWell⊠I guess I always thought that you could do better,â he admitted with a soft laugh, âbut, you know, I didnât want to say anything, of course. He was lucky to have you, and I just hoped he would treat you right, butâŠâ
âI thought I was the lucky one,â you replied with a thin smile and another little sniffle. âHe could be really sweet, you knowâ he used to be. And I always thought he was, uh, sort of⊠you know, out of my league.â
âOh, honey, no,â Cillian frowned, moving his hand up to your face and holding your cheek, wiping a small tear away with his thumb. âYouâre gorgeous.â
You laughed awkwardly, not sure what to thinkâ or how to thinkâ with him looking at you like that. âI⊠I donât know, youâre sweet, butââ
âNo, really,â he assured, and only when you met his gaze did you realise how close he was. You wouldnât call it too close, only because it didnât bother you like you knew it should. âYouâre so beautiful.â
You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing actually came out⊠there was nothing to say. He was coming closer, you knew it, and you wanted to reach up to stop him just as much as you wanted to shut your eyes and give into it. You ended up sort of splitting the difference: you rested your hands on his shoulders, but didnât push him away, and gasped slightly just before he kissed you. Even a second of resistance couldâve given you some plausible deniability, but no, you fluttered your eyes shut and kissed him back; it didnât help that you could feel how warm and strong he was through the t-shirt, holding on tighter to his shoulders with a hum.
His hands wandered to your waist, pulling you into himâ and you were like putty, embarrassingly enough. With him kissing you like that, you really couldnât do anything but let him pull you around wherever he wanted. His lips were soft and gentle, his tongue teased you so carefully, and he even sighed against your skin in the sweetest way⊠you were totally helpless already. Â
Sure, some part of you knew how fucking bizarre this wasâ that you were kissing Mr. Murphy, your boyfriendâs dadâ well⊠ex-boyfriendâs. You werenât blind, you noticed how attractive he was when you met him, but youâd managed to successfully ignore it since then. It made sense, after all, since the first thing youâd noticed about your boyfriend was his good looks⊠but Mr. Murphy was handsome in a totally different way. Strong and broadâ not especially massive or anything, still a lean guyâ with thin streaks of grey in his hair, a patient sort of smile, subtle wrinkles around his eyes that added a sense of wisdom to his expression⊠really, he was a bit more of your type. But that was something you had forced yourself not to acknowledgeâ until now.
You sat up slightly, holding onto his neck, breathing in sharply through your nose as you kissed him back a little harder. You could feel him smilingâ god, even just that made you feel so desperateâ and he even moaned ever-so-quietly when you ran your fingers through his hair.
âOh, sweetheart,â he breathed against your lips, breaking away just enough to make you open your eyesâ his lashes seemed especially long as he looked down at your legs curled up on the couch (and his hands petting them slowly. âYou havenât been treated properly for a long time, have you?â
You whined in the back of your throat involuntarily as you noddedâ how could he see right through you like that? It wasnât like it was bad with your ex, it was just⊠not good. Not enough. You wanted to feel wanted, not usedâ not a means to an end.
âWill you let me?â he asked softly, breathing beside your ear on his way in to kiss your neck. You gasped, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close, head falling back to give him as much of you as he wanted. His tongue was fucking fiendish, the way he used it to tickle along your pulse, the sharpness of his teeth making you jolt only for him to soothe you with his plush lips.
âYes,â you panted, âfuckâ I, god, I canât believe weâre doing thisâŠâ
He laughed a little. âI can,â he admitted. âAll I could fucking think about since I met youâŠâ
That surprised youâ youâd never noticed anything that wouldâve made you think he thought of you that way⊠but knowing that he, apparently, had made a shiver run up your spine.
He certainly hid it well, playing the part of the slightly-embarrassing dad and polite husband so well that you never wouldâve known⊠oh god, his wife. You didnât want to think of her now, yet the unavoidable memory stirred arousal alongside guilt in your gut. You had no idea you were this sort of personâ but you werenât really operating logically right now, anyway.
He held your face again as he pulled back, petting your cheekâ it made you feel especially juvenile when he did that, holding your chin to examine you. This wasnât really the ideal state for you to be looked at, in your opinion, with you having been crying all evening. But he looked amazed by you, even if it was just for a moment before he looked down at your body and smirked.
âTake this off,â he instructed, tugging at your shirt slightly. You thought it wouldâve been a little more romantic if he helped you out of it, but it was alternatively a bit sexier that he was just going to sit back and watch you strip for him. It must have been his way of demonstrating his power over you, that you were just going to take it off and toss it aside without question. Which, of course, you did.
He smiled proudly at the sight, and before you could even get your bra off, he started to carefully tease you through itâ fingers running around the edge, moving the straps off your shoulders, tickling up your sides as you shifted nervously on the couch. Â
âLookât that,â he whispered proudly, and you took a second to realise that he was referring to your nipples getting hard enough to poke visibly through the fabric; you felt self-conscious all of a sudden, even if he was clearly enjoying what he was seeing. âSo needy, huh?â
âY-yeah,â you admitted, whining when he reached inside the cups and ran his fingers over your breastsâ they usually werenât so sensitive. âFuck,â you breathed, shutting your eyes as a way to try to escape his gaze. âI⊠I need you.â
âFuck, baby, donât talk like that,â he groaned, âmâgonna try to take my time with youâ how am I supposed to do that if you say such lovely things?â
His lips were on your neck againâ and he was leaning you back, laying you down under him, tugging your shorts down with a bit more urgency than heâd had before.
When you were basically nakedâ or at least, your bra and panties pushed out of the way enough that he could see what he needed toâ he purred at the sight, grinning as you hastily undressed yourself the rest of the way. Â
"Of course he couldn't appreciate this," Cillian sighed, baring his teeth just a bit. "Of course he couldn't appreciate a perfect fucking body like thisâ a perfect little pussy like this..."
You were about to open your mouth to say something, though you hadn't even decided yet what it would be, but only a low moan came out when he held your legs open and dove between them, humming as he lapped at your clit. You couldn't imagine why you were so sensitive, but your whole body was shaking already just from the gentlest motions of his tongue...
"Fuck," he said, muffled against your skin, before he pulled back enough to bite playfully on your thigh. "Fuck, darling, you taste delicious. Christ. You're too perfect..."
He devoured you again, exploring all over you with his tongue as your thighs kept instinctively clamping down on his head. He kept looking up at you through it all, even when you couldn't stand to meet his gaze and had to arch your back from the pleasure. "Fuck!" you yelped, grabbing tightly onto his hair. "Fuck, Mr. Murphy, Iâ oh, god..."
"He never made you come like this, did he?" Cillian realised with a groan, nearly growling when you shook your head. "Has anyone?"
"N-no," you shakily admitted, and he moaned around you as he suckled harder on your clit for a moment until you whined loudly.
"Oh, poor thing," he cooed, "how could anyone taste this sweet cunt of yours, and not want to spend hours between your legs?"
He didnât need to spend hours, thoughâ the taboo nature of the situation seemed to turn your body into overdrive, making you so sensitive and desperate⊠or maybe that was just the effect he had on you, but it was hard to say.
The point is, all too soon, you were shivering under him, back arching up off the couch, holding on tightly to his hair. He hummed approvingly, even moaning against you as he slid his tongue inside; he must have been able to feel you pulsing, moving closer and closer to the edge, because he shut his eyes tight and seemed to focus harder and pushing you further until you couldnât take anymore.
âFuck, fuck!â you sobbed, thighs shaking around his head; there really was no exploration to it, no teasing, he just went right in and expertly played you like heâd done this a thousand times. Maybe he had⊠but, obviously, heâd never done it to you. Were you that easy to solve?
Obviously, that question suddenly became the last thing on your mind as your orgasm wracked through you. He growled encouragingly, still keeping his pace, but you could barely hear it past the ringing in your earsâ and your own cries of his name, of course.
He only broke away when your squirms turned into real avoidance: you could only take so much, especially with him suckling on your clit like that.
You were almost nervous to open your eyes againâ and you were right, he looked so gorgeous between your legs, obviously smug with having just made you come, it was nearly criminal.
âIs it really that easy to make you come, honey?â he laughed, petting your legs sweetly as he pulled back, looking up at you with a proud grin. âThatâs so fucking cute, babyâŠâ
As he sat up again, wiping the slick off his mouth with the back of his hand, you got this weird, clingy feelingâ wanting to chase him even just as he barely moved away. Â
But heâd sat up for a reason, and you started to realise it when you sat up, too, and noticed the thick bulge in his jeans.
"Why don't you show me what you can do, sweetheart?" he encouraged with a smile, opening his belt for you. "I'm sure you've learned a thing or two..."
Though you still felt terribly nervous about it, you leaned forward towards his lap. Would it be awful to admit your mouth watered when he freed his cock from his jeans and boxers, holding it out for you as a little bead of precum formed at the tip?
"Show me, baby," he whispered again, "and look up at me."
You nervously blinked up at him, meeting his gaze from his lap, as you wrapped your lips around his swollen head. He bit his lip right away and reached up to hold onto your hair, groaning as you swirled your tongue.
"Fuck," he smirked, "you're sort of a tease, aren't you?"
You weren't trying to be, really, but it didn't sound like he minded too much...
"Oh, fuck," he moaned deeply, making you pulse inside as he tilted his head back. "Fuck, baby, that's goodâ your mouth is so fucking warm..."
He gasped and panted as he held your head, guiding it to bob just a little faster than you had been moving. "Sweetheart," he choked, "you're so fucking good... fuck!"
The praise made your chest fill with warmth, even if there was still some part of your brain that was recovered enough from the orgasm to remember how horrible this all was. It was horrible, but perfectâ and feeling his cock throb against your tongue was perfect, too.
Youâd never been told you were so good at this before, but he kept moaning and petting your head encouragingly, whispering the most wonderful and filthy things. âJust like that, honey,â he cooed, âmmâ pretty thing⊠knew that mouth of yours would feel so fuckinâ good⊠just keep sucking my cock, sweetheart.â
That you didâ harder and faster, stroking what your mouth couldnât fit, moaning softly around him. As you tried to take it deeper, desperate to please him, you gagged on his thick head.
âGod, itâs so cute when you choke on it, baby,â he chuckled. âDo it again.â
This time it was almost too much, but he held your head down and groaned deeply. It wouldâve bothered you moreâ not being able to breatheâ if he didnât sound so sexy right thenâŠ
Thankfully, he pulled you off just in time, making you yelp as he held you by your hairâ only to kiss you hard, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Moaning, you melted into his arms, and let him guide you to straddle his lap. Feeling his jeans against your thighs and his shirt against your chest made your heart skip.
He took another long look at you when he broke away, a new darkness in his bright eyes.
âYouâre so sexy,â he laughed softly, running his hands over your nude form and raising a brow as he watched goosebumps break out over your skin. âGod, I need to be inside youâŠâ
You bit down on your lip but it didnât do much to suppress your whimper; lifting yourself up a bit, you grasped his cock and slid it through your folds, guiding him to your entrance. Â
You both gasped when he slipped inside, even when it was the slightest penetrationâ his whole head wasnât in yet, and you just knew it would stretch you more than you were used to.
âOh, fuck,â he moaned loudly, tilting his head back, âyouâre so wet, sweetheartâŠâ
Lowering yourself, you took in a shaky breath, whining slightly as he opened you up one inch at a time... and each one seemed somehow thicker than the last. His fingers seemed to dig deeper into the skin at your hips and ass the lower that you sank onto him.
You could barely believe that you took it all; that you relaxed into his lap fully even when you feared being split in half by how thick he was. âOh my god,â you blurted out, operating on instinct as you started to moveâ grinding back and forth, desperate for friction despite having been satisfied by his incredible mouth just a few minutes ago.
"Fuck, there you go," he encouraged with a growl, looking down at your hips rocking in his lap. "Ride me, just like thatâ fuck, ride my cock, little fuckin' whore..."
You whimpered at the insult, holding tighter onto his shoulders, but it only made you move faster. "S-so... so deep, Mr. Murphy," you whimpered.
"Yeah? You can take it," he promised darkly, holding tighter onto your waist as he dropped his head back with a low groan. "God, you're tightâ fuck."
You gasped as he bucked his hips up, creating more pressure against your over-sensitive clit. "Oh, fuck," you breathed, struggling to cope with all the sensations he was giving you.
Both of you settled on the right pace, and he switched between resting his head back against the couch (giving you a nice view of his gorgeous neck, how could just a neck be so sexy?!) and looking down to watch you go. âSo fuckinâ cute,â he praisedâ though you were sort of surprised to hear him describe you that way at a time like this. âSo needy, honey⊠you want more, donât you? You wanna go even faster.â
Now that he said it: yeah, you did. You bounced up and down, your moans coming out all shaky and uneven because of the movement, and he grinned proudly.
His hands wandered up from your waist to your chest, groping you eagerly as you gasped out his name in response. âLove these tits of yours,â he informed you, sounding oddly sweet for how dirty of a compliment it was. âTook everything in me not to stare at them when youâd come over for dinner⊠see what you do to me, sweetheart? Havenât felt this desperate since I was your age.â
Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing, reminding you of how much older he was at a time like this. He purred when he felt you clench on him, obviously affected by the comment.
âShouldâve known youâd give in right away,â he went on, softening his voice to nearly a whisper as he watched you move with heavy eyes; you angled your hips back and moaned louder, his cock rubbing against just the right spot every time now. âHungry little thing like youâ now I wish I hadnât waited so long. We couldâve been doing this the whole time⊠I couldâve shown you how much better it can be, when somebody really takes care of you.â
Whimpering, you felt another heady pang inside youâ if he kept talking like that, you wouldnât be able to keep your head on straight⊠then again, the fact that you were here proved that you were less stable than you thought.
âFaster, sweetheart,â he ordered again suddenly. âI wanna see how desperate you can get.â
You furrowed your brows together, almost pouting, but did exactly what he wantedâ you wondered if you looked as pathetic as you sounded, riding him recklessly, chasing another peak even when it took all of your strength in those shaking legs.
He grabbed you by the jaw and guided you into another desperate kissâ all teeth and tongue and low moans. âGood fucking girl,â he snarled. âGood little slut.â
âFuck,â you panted, moving faster. âFuck, Iâm closeââ
âI know, honey,â he cooed, nodding as he moved his hand down to your neck. âShow me how bad you need it, sweetheart. Let me see it, I wanna see you come for me.â
Tossing your head back, you cried out his name againâ why did you always do that when you came?â and felt it overtake you. It was even heavier than the last one, even more numbing and draining, and you didnât even notice how hard you were digging your nails into his shoulders.
When your body failed and you came to a shaky stop, he didnât give you much time to catch your breath: he grabbed you tight, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder, and began to buck his hips up into you quickly.
âOh my god, oh my god!â you whined, overwhelmed by the feeling, holding onto him tightly just to have something to keep you grounded.
âFuck, mâgonna come inside you,â he warned with a growl. âGonna fill you, baby, youâll be so fuckinâ full of my comeââ
You sobbed and buried your face in his neck, starting to cry again for a completely different reason than before.
âTell me you want it,â he ordered, speaking roughly right against your ear.
âF-fuck, I want it,â you gasped, âI want you to comeâ fuckâ come inside meââ
He choked out a few more swears, he held you tight enough that you started to imagine what his bruises would look like on you tomorrow, and with a low groan of your name, it all suddenly slowed to a stop. You moaned weakly when you felt his cock flexing against your walls, even more heat pooling inside you. With what little energy you had left, you softly kissed his neckâ until he seemed to come back to reality and pushed you back enough to be face-to-face with you again. Â
You realised suddenly that you were still sort of crying from the intensity of it all, and got nervous with him staring at you like that. âIâm sorry,â you sniffled as you wiped your face.
âDonât apologise,â he told you again, moving your hands away so he could look at you himself. âBesides, you look even cuter when you cry.â
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stubborn pt 2
summary - part 2 of stubborn, part 1 can be found here
warnings - 18+ MDNI smut, more stalker texts, angst, very possessive alexia, but a cute happy ending
words - 3247
i was sitting on the sofa inbetween cataâs legs with her arms wrapped around me, tears staining my face with a heavy chest. the blinds were down and the only light was coming from the salt lamp in the corner of the room and the tv that was being used as background noise. i could feel my phone buzzing, but that was the least of my focus right now.Â
ânone of this is your fault, she used youâ cata said, running her hand up and down my arms.Â
âi let it happen, i was upset about the incident, mapi and i went to a bar and she was thereâ i sniffled, âit was just meant to be a one time thing but she kept texting and I felt bad and it kept going from thereâ.
âat least you found out now rather than a couple months laterïżœïżœïżœ cata said, doing her best to soothe me.Â
âiâm going to sound like a terrible person but -â i hesitated before remembering that cata wasnât in a place to judge me, âi just needed a distraction from the whole incidentâ i confessed.Â
âi know how much that affected you, i think we could all see the way it hurt youâ she agreed, her hands moving to run through my hair.Â
cata had been someone i instantly clicked with after moving to barcelona, quickly becoming my best friend. she helped me build all the furniture in the flat, helped with my spanish lessons and held me when i cried over a women who i thought i had a chance with. clearly not. cata did know all the techniques to help me open up and relax though, which i was very grateful for.Â
âdid you ever talk to ale about why she did what she did?â i asked, sinking into her chest as i relaxed somewhat.Â
ânena, youâre so oblivious, sheâs been into you for ages, she was just too scared about how that would effect your friendshipâ she explained, but that still didnât answer my question.Â
âyou know i wonât ever believe that until sheâs the one saying it, but did you talk to her?â i asked again, pressing for an answer.Â
âhonestly, no i havenâtâ she replied, i instantly huffed, âbut i did overhear her tell jenni that she wanted to make it rightâ she added.Â
as she finished speaking my phone buzzed again, prompting me to pick it up.Â
10m ago - unknown number : i donât think you know how angry i am about what she did to you
she took advantage of whatâs mineÂ
i hate seeing my pretty girl hurt
now - unknown number : i need to know youâre okayÂ
iâm coming overÂ
my heart rate sped up, the texts reminded me of alexia. her words rang through my head, they matched the exact phrasing of the texts i had been sent earlier. surely it couldnât be her?Â
and who the fuck was about to turn up at my apartment?
âeverything okay?â cata said, peering over my shoulder, âwait who is that?â she asked, her voice filled with a sense of worry.Â
i hesitated to answer her, not really knowing the right answer myself âum, i donât knowâ i whispered.Â
âyou donât know?â she questioned, raising an eyebrow.Â
i was quick to turn myself around to face her before i started my explanation on the possibility of who it was, until i was stopped by a knock on the door. my eyebrows furrowed at cata as i internally questioned how that happened so fast, which she shrugged in response. i motioned for her to open it, just in case my stalker had showed up and it ended up being creepy old man that was here to kill me and not the women iâd be pining over.
âalexia, uh what a surprise to see you hereâ cata said, as her eyes flickering between alexia standing at door and me still sat on the sofa.
my eyes instantly widened.Â
âcan i come in?â she asked.
âI donât think thatâs up to meâ cata said, awkwardly using her body to block alexiaâs view of me.Â
âcataâ she sighed, âcan you just ask herâ.
cata turned to me in hopes of an answer, causing me to nod in response. with that she moved out of the way to allow alexia to come in.Â
âwell Iâll wait in my carâ cata said, before picking up her stuff and heading out of my apartment to give us some space.
âholaâ she said, pulling her same awkward stance from earlier, her hand rubbing the back of her neck as her eyes darted around the room, trying to find something to focus on.Â
âif we are going to speak about this could you at least sit down?â i asked, shuffling myself further along the sofa so she had somewhere to sit.Â
she sat down but still held an awkward demeanour, sitting herself just on the edge of the sofa, finding absolutely no comfort in the place we once would spend hours wrapped up with each other.Â
âplease can you just give me a single reason why this all happen, one day we were spending every free second with each other and the next itâs like i donât existâ i explained, my voice shaking slightly from the mix of emotions being felt throughout my body.
âi thought itâd be awkwardâ she replied, very bluntly, her voice staying monotone.Â
i sighed, âalexia, youâve seen every part of me, why would a drunk kiss make it awkward, if you regretted it then i wouldâve just ignored the fact it happened, but -â she quickly cut me off.
âthatâs why, i didnât want it to be just a drunk kiss, i didnât want you to see it as a mistake, i kissed you because iâve wanted to do it for a long time, do you know how painful it was sitting here with you for hours and not being able to do exactly what i wanted to doâÂ
âokay but -â she cut me off again.
âno y/n, you had your go to speak, let me talkâ i nodded, she took a minute to adjust herself, appearing more comfortable as she directed her body in my direction.
âwe would always talk about the moments we would see each other at international games or champions league games before we really knew each other and how we couldnât have expected to turn into such âgood friendsâ but iâve never wanted to be just friends with you.â she took a deep breath. âdo you know how hard it is to have you so close to me and not do exactly what I want to you, to not touch you how I want to touch you, to not be able to feel you in the ways iâve dreamt about, every minute has felt like torture.â
before my mind could even process what she was saying, my body did, my legs instantly pressed together looking for some kind of friction as she spoke.
âthe night we kissed was everything i wanted and more, seeing you exactly how i imagined, in my bed was like a dream, i couldâve pinched myself, but we were drunk and i wanted to remember every second of it and i wanted you to remember it too, i wanted it to happen, but not like thatâÂ
âale i wanted it too, but why did you ignore me after? and then ask for space? that's what confused meâ i admitted.
âi think i was ashamed of myself, it was like i lost out on my chance, i couldâve woke up, made you breakfast in bed and asked you on a proper date, but instead i rushed you out and ignored you, yo era una idiota, lo siento mucho. sĂ© que no te merezco despuĂ©s de mis acciones, pero por favor perdĂłname.âÂ
i sat with her answer for a minute, processing what she said and the apology that came with it, yet that didnât explain everything, âcan i ask you a question?âÂ
âsi, anythingâ she nodded, now leaning against the sofa as if she found some comfort in telling me how she felt.
âwere the texts from you?â i questioned, raising my eyebrows.
âsiâ was all she responded.
âpor que?â i asked, switching to spanish in hopes that itâd give her prompt for a real answer.Â
âi was jealous, youâre mine and that didnât change just because we werenât talking, every second I saw you with her or her hands on your body during recovery made me so angry and i assumed you blocked my number after i ignored you at the game so i needed to find another wayâ her reply was nonchalont, as if she would find it normal receiving the same kind of texts.
her jealously and possessiveness had my legs clenching together further, the heat spread across my body as her words went through my head, âi thought i had a stalkerâ i joked, wanting to lighten the mood, âit was pretty hot actuallyâ.
i watched as a smirk grew on her face, her eyes darting down to my thighs as she watched me shuffle in hopes of getting the sensation i was desperate for.Â
âoh really?â she mocked, her head tilting, her tongue flicking across her bottom lip.Â
all of a sudden i shrunk in her gaze, any confidence i previously had disappeared, and all i could do is nod in response.
her hand reached out and met my cheek, her eyes flicked between my lips and eyes, âcan i?â she asked. yet again all i could do was nod.
her lips instantly crashed against mine, any moment of tension had completely disappeared and the way our lips moved against each other felt natural and familiar. she kept one hand on my jaw as she tugged on my waist signalling me to move closer, she guided me as i straddled myself on her lap. her hands moved up and down my sides as i wrapped my arms around the back of her neck. her teeth grazed the bottom of my lip allowing her tongue to gain access to my mouth, winning the battle of dominance before it even started. my hips rocked against her lap, begging her to fulfil the throbbing feeling that was building between my legs.
one of her hands moved to the back of my neck as she tilted my head back to gain better access to my neck, her lips placing desperate but passionate kisses along my jaw before attaching themselves to the spot underneath my ear causing an aching explicit moan to leave my lips.Â
âtell me what you want from meâ she whispered, her teeth grazing my ear lobe.
âi want you to fuck meâ i whined, making no attempt to hide how desperate I was.Â
âbe specific amor, how do you want me to fuck you?â she pressed, continuing her assault on my neck.Â
âale please, do whatever you want to me, i just want you to make me feel goodâÂ
âeres tan buena para mi princesa, you sound so pretty when you begâ she was quick to use her strength to her advantage, standing up from the sofa with my legs wrapped around her waist and her hands resting underneath my arse as she walked into the bedroom and dropped me onto the bed.Â
âtake it offâ she demanded, lifting her own top over her head and discarding it on the floor.Â
iâd seen her without a shirt on many times, mostly in the team locker rooms, but this was something else. my eyes traced down her torso, taking in every part of her incredibly toned body, looking at her felt like looking at a piece of art that hung in the louvre yet as she stood in front of me all i could think about was how lucky i was to be the only one seeing this version of the art.Â
âiâve waited long enough, donât make me rip it off of youâ she demanded, snapping me out of my gaze as she reached to tug at the hem of my t-shirt.Â
i was quick to comply, pulling my t-shirt over my head and shuffling my shorts down my legs before kicking them off the end of my bed and propping myself up on the pillows.Â
âiâd love to say iâm going to tease you and see how long you it takes to break you but i donât think i can wait any longerâ with that she was quick to join me on the bed, her knee pushing between my thighs making space for her.Â
her lips reconnected with mine as her hand traveled down my body, stopping at every opportunity that would heighten my arousal, gripping at my chest before letting her hand trail further downwards. her hands were quick to remove my underwear, granting her better access to what she wanted. she was quick to run her fingers through my folds.
âtan mojada para mi yaâ she groaned. my face flushed a bright red as she spoke, but how else could i possible be expected to react with her on top of me, âdid she make you this wet?â she asked, the jealousy prominent in her voice. i quickly shook my head, denying the claim.Â
âare you going to be loud for me?â she asked, her lips making their way across my chest.Â
âmake me loudâ i spoke up.Â
âoh amor, are you getting confident?â she replied, her head raised allowing her to look down on me asserting her control once again, leading me to feel as if maybe i overstepped with my words.Â
âmaybeâ i muttered, barely above a whisper.Â
âdonât get too confident or you wonât like the consequences, i want to hear everything, vale?â she raised her eyebrow, waiting for my response but the possible threat was enough to make me quiet and only nod in response.Â
my compliant nod was enough for her to reattached her lips to my chest, leaving marks as she went, whilst her fingers began to circle my clit causing my hips to arch towards her hands in hopes to increase the pressure and luckily enough for me she did exactly that.Â
she propped herself up on her elbow and watched as her hand pushed me closer to the edge. it didnât take her long to slip two long slender fingers into me, curling them as they pressed into me. her pace quicken causing me to throw my head back whilst biting my lip to suppress the noises that were desperate to leave my mouth.Â
âi thought you were my good girl, do i need to remind you what i want to hear?â she asked not taking a minute to slow down and let me response, in fact pumping into me faster and harder.Â
âfuck, more ale pleaseâ i whined, the built up sounds of satisfaction finally leaving my mouth.Â
âbuena chica, you feel so goodâ she smirked, revealing in the effect she had on me.Â
i could feel myself tightening around her fingers, âiâm getting closeâ.Â
âmhm are you going to ask?â she mocked, leaning her lips down to meet mine.Â
âplease can i come alexia?â i breathed out against her lips.Â
âcome for me bebitaâ she whispered before locking my lips against hers. it only took seconds for me to fall apart underneath her, bucking by hips against her fingers as she continued fucking me through my orgasm. her fingers began to slow down to the point where they matched my slow heavy breathing. she took her fingers out, leaving me feel empty without her touch.
âthat felt incredibleâ i puffed out, trying to regain my breath.Â
before i could fully recover, alexia was quick to shuffle herself down, placing her head in-between my thighs as she peppered kisses along my inner thighs. her arms wrapped around my thighs, holding me down in the exact position she wanted me in.Â
âale i donât know if i can -â i was quickly cut off.
âone more please, let me taste youâ i knew she wasnât asking me and that it was more of statement of what she was about to do. before i could agree her tongue made quick work in heightening my senses again.Â
her tongue flicked across my clit, making me squirm under her grasp, i could feel myself building up easily considering i had barely had a minute to breathe after her first take over of my body.Â
âyou taste so fucking goodâ her words vibrated against me, sending me further into a pool of pleasure.Â
i could feel myself coming undone underneath her again, her tongue worked expertly, âcan i ale, for you pleaseâ i pleaded.
âyes, i want everyone hear itâ her permission made me buckle, my moans getting louder as her movements pushed me over the edge.Â
she was quick to move herself back up to my face, placing one hand on my cheek as she smashed her lips into mine, allowing me to taste myself, she pulled away with a smile painted across her face, grinning as if she won the lottery. she fell next to me, her head turning to meet my direction. I had imagined what it would be like to lay next to her in this way, after doing something you wouldnât necessarily do with a âclose friendâ and yet this feeling surpassed it.
âthat was everything iâve ever wantedâ i smiled.
âme tooâ she said, returning my smile. we sat in a comfortable silence, both with grins stuck across our face smiling like two teenagers who had just kissed for the first time.Â
âsooo, did i fuck you better than she did?â she asked, breaking the silence with a question that i knew was laced with jealousy.
i giggled slightly, âyes, of course you didâ.
âgood, i donât think i could forgive you if that answer was any differentâ her hand reached out to tuck a stray hair behind my ear, her hand resting against my cheek.Â
âyouâre such a mix of jealousy and stubbornnessâ i commented.Â
âhow could i not be jealous of someone touching what belongs to meâ she smiled innocently as if what she just said wasnât one of the hottest things possible.Â
in that moment all my angst towards her disappear. this was everything i had been waiting for for months, even after she ignored me for weeks i couldnât not give into her, especially with a smile like hers and definitely when her fingers were inside of me.
she pulled me into her chest, her arms wrapping around me as if they were made for it, i felt a level of comfort that i hadnât felt since the day after the incident.
alexiaâs phone buzzed from the floor as she reached over to grab it.Â
cata : i came back to check on y/n but by the sounds of it, you two are all good now, iâm never forgiving you for the things i heard
âwell your bestfriend heard everything, so good luck with thatâ she laughed, flashing her phone in my direction.
you would think iâd feel somewhat embarrassed, but not this time âso so worth itâ, i grinned.
a/n - first time writing smut so any feedback is very much appreciated, any spelling or grammar mistakes is because google docs is homophobic
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ONE NIGHT STAND WITH JOOSTđ€đ€đ€đ€đ€
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đ⚟đąÖŽà»"so I cross my heart and I hope to dieâŠthat Iâll only stay with you one more night." - maroon 5đ⚟đąÖŽà»
Summary: Joost sees you at a party and immediately becomes head over heels. While alone he approaches you, things escalate, but maybe you both wanted to stayâŠ
Note: I POSTED MY LAST POST LIKE 10 MINUTES AGO AND I ALREADY HAVE TWO REQUESTS, yall always come in clutch istg??! Anyways love yall, part two maaaaybe..?
Warnings: Slight fluff, SMUT!! Maybe some angst near the end (?)
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You didnât wanna go to this party, you knew you didnât. Youâd much rather stay home but after minutes of begging from your friends you groan and agree. Your friends clap excitedly and drag you to help with your makeup. You canât lie, they did a pretty good jobâŠyou looked hot. You decided to put on your favorite dress becuase fuck it, why not. It didnât look like you were trying too hard but itâs also not elegant and super fancy. It was perfect.
Soon after you all arrived your friends dragged you to get drinks, squealing and dancing as you stood back. You preferred people watching over dancing, you were the mom friend and looked over your friends. Especially since they didnât seem to aware of their surroundings. As you were stood there you couldnât shake the feeling of someoneâs eyes on you.
You look up and see him, a blond guy with a rocker style and piercing blue eyes. As you lock eyes he turns away, acting as if he didnât pay any mind to you in the first place. You keep your eyes on him for a little, looking over him. He was cute, very cute. More than cuteâŠhe had a certain energy about him. You could normally tell which guys were trouble and which werenât but he was so different. He had an energy that pulled you in and intoxicated your senses.
Your racing thoughts were cut off by the sound of your friend calling your name, calling you to the dance floor. You rolled your eyes playfully with a smile on your lips as you join your friends. Body swaying with theirs.
It didnât take long for your friends to be absolutely wasted while you didnât have any more then one drink. You called Ubers for all of them to make sure they got home safe and once you knew they were all good you leaned against the wall outside the club and took a breath of fresh air.
You started thinking of anything you wanted, finally having a time of peace. Before you heard a shuffling behind you. You turn your head to see the guy from before, cigarette between his lips and leaning on the same wall you were. A surprising comfortable silence settled between the both of you before it was broken by a low voice.
âNever seen you here before..â he speaks, a clear accent spilling from his lips. âEhâŠI donât come here often, I just got dragged here by my friends.â You say with a slight chuckle, looking at his side profile in awe. He really was the definition of beauty. His head stays still but his eyes look to you before returning at their original position.
He chuckles and it sends a shiver through your body, âgot a staring problem or somthing, hm?â He says blowing the smoke from his cigarette into the air before tossing it to the side and stomping on it. His body turning to face you, âcouldnât keep my eyes off you lieverd, your one pretty girl you know that eh?â He smiled
His smile was so infectious that you found yourself smiling as well, âI could say the same for youâŠuhâŠâ you say, realizing you donât know his name. He catches on and utters, âJoost. And you.?â He says as you look at him with doe eyes that almost bring him to his knees
âY/nâŠâ you say softly feeling affected by him being so close, ây/n huh? Pretty name for a pretty girl.â He says with a cocky smirk, shuffling closer to you. You both werenât drunk but it was clear youâd both had some drinks, giving you both liquid courage. Your heads face each other, eyes locked and lips close. Before both of you can even think you both rush forward into a heated kiss.
Itâs breathy, grabbing at each other desperately as he pushing his weight against you holding your chin with one hand. âMineâ kiss âm-mine or-â kiss âmine or yours liefje..?â He mutters between heated kisses, âm-mine..â you whine, feeling better about it being at your house over his.
After a Uber ride filed with sexual tension and heavy air you both burst through the front door, unable to keep yâallâs hands off each other. You lead him to your room, practically pulling each others clothes off like wild animals.
He lays you back on your bed gently and kisses from your neck down to your now exposed chest, you were both only covered by yâallâs underwear. He clips off your bra, showing love to both breasts as you run your hands through his hair moaning out. He kisses down your soft stomach untill he reaches where you needed him the most.
âJ-Joost..please..â you whine out, squirming under his hot breath and teasing touch. A harsh slap to your thigh makes you throw your head back and whimper tears brimming in your eyes. He peppers soft kisses to where a pink hand mark was starting to form with a snicker.
He pulls off his boxers and pulls your underwear down as well. He kisses back up your body, pressing soft and loving kisses to your swollen lips. âReady honey?â He asks softly, eyes looking at you with nothing but affection. You can only nod frantically making him chuckle.
He slowly slides into you with a groan, both of you throwing yâallâs heads back. He thrusts harshly into you, making your brain short circuit. His kisses to your body are the polar opposite to how his dick abuses your cunt making you see stars as you moan out his name.
A few minutes of sweet pleasure makes you whine as you grasp his hand tight, half lidded eyes looking into his. âJ-Joost I-IâmâŠâ you whimper as his dick hits just the right spot, knocking the words out of you. âGo on babyâŠfuck..go onâ he groans as he lowers his head to kiss your head.
You both let go and ride out your high together, him letting out sweet words of praise as you let out soft moans and whimpers. He lifts his head to look at you with adoration, kissing your soft lips once more before going and getting a cloth to clean you both up.
The last you remember is snuggling up to his side and falling asleep listening to the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of soft fingers stroking your back gentlyâŠ..
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Your eyes open to the sound of the morning birds and the blinding light shining in through your window. You donât feel warm anymore; no longer in his arms and alas alone in your bed. You lift your body out your bed, looking around for him.
Of course you knew this was a one night stand, both of you did. You knew it the moment his lips connected with yours. But some part of you wanted him to stay..the way he looked at you was not the way someone looked at another person they just wanted to fuck and be done with.
Little did you know, he felt the exact same. He woke up to the safe and comforting feeling of the weight of your head on his chest, but he knew he couldnât stay. His mind felt plagued as he picked up his clothes that were scattered across your floor. He softly kissed your head before fighting all his instincts and closing your door, ordering an Uber home.
He hoped if he just left that heâd forget about you soon enoughâŠ
He didnât.
âȘ àŒâ âyeah baby give me one more night - so I cross my heart and I hope to die, that Iâll only stay with you one more night..â -maroon 5 âȘ àŒâ
Part two: https://www.tumblr.com/catch1ngmoths/751209894218170368/%F0%93%87%BC-time-after-time-%F0%93%8D%A2-if-your-lost-you
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hi!! i hope this request finds you well, do you think you could write agszc with a s/o whos good with kids please đ?
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notes. hi hi anon â i wasnât sure how to go about this so i took a little inspiration from the interactions cloud and zack have with the sector five kids and applied them to everyone a bit! went for headcanons, i hope they are to your likings<3
genre. fluff + crack
ft. sephiroth, cloud strife, zack fair, genesis rhapsodos, angeal hewley
gender neutral! reader.
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â i hate to break it to you anon but i gotta slap some angst in here â sephiroth finds himself a bit confused, yet curious watching you among kids. had he been raised as normal kids were, would he have received this sort of attention too..? this kindness that was given without effort or consequences?
â in the beginning he just let you do your thing, hanging out with them as you did while he waited to walk you home later.. but then he was slowly urged to join- by the kids no less.
â he felt awkward, out of place and unsure of how he should act â but everyone was patient with him and something oddly warm began to spread in his chest. you didnât pressure him into anything either â which he was grateful for.
â the girls would braid brush his hair, place flowers in, and when the boys marveled at his height and overall build, begging to be carried, sephiroth obliged and found himself feeling elated â at peace among them.
â you always told them bedtime stories but over time, the kids began to whisper and ask you if sephiroth could because his voice was so smooth and lulled them to sleep effortlessly
â one time the children found a gray, stray kitten â and didnât want to give it away.. so it became a combined effort between you, the kids and sephiroth, too.. who felt a strange empathy for the feline. it became an everyday thing from then for all of you to take care of the cat and welcome it among your group<3
â someone crying or hurt? masamuneâs out and ready to take out the reason behind those tears and wails â which you have to stop seph from doing, but itâs cute how much he cares<3
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â heâs um- cloud is uh.. heâs doing his best, remember?? ahem.. in other words, he is still trying to get accustomed to kids â itâs a work in progress, but you seem to be amazing with them??
â bro is completely awestruck at how well you get along with them, how you have them following you around with such ease and looking all excited when you arrive. literally how is that possible?? it makes no sense..
â but cloud, as stated before, is doing his best. during the times that you ask him to help out, he manages to provide a lending hand in busying them.
â a lot of the kids are in awe with him and want a chance to ride on fenrir with him or learn how to wield such an impressive weapon like he does â so cloud does what he can to indulge in those requests..
â not the best or worst with cooking but he does know some recipes from growing up with his mother and has shared them with you to cook together on occasion for the children<3
â over time cloud does get better with them, becomes more natural and less stiff.. though he canât help but stop at times and stare when he witnesses you with them â so serene and kind, delicate and careful. unknowingly, it brings a tint smile to his lips and thoughts of the future.
â ..and then the kids call him out and he becomes a flustered, tsundere, mess â which has you stifling a laugh into your hand LMAO
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â youâre good with kids?? him too!! zack is so so good with kids, they absolutely ADORE him ( canât blame âem ) â heâs just so chill for an adult!
â seeing you with kids literally clenches at his heart, your exchanges with them are just so so cute and you speak in such a sweet, gentle voice towards them. could honestly listen to you all day if he couldđ
â the kids always tease you guys about getting married and make kissy faces at you guys which has your face burning up with embarrassment meanwhile zack is like hell yeah!! ofc heâs gonna marry you, duh!!
â the girls like to pick flowers for you both and do your hair all pretty<3 and zackâs too, cuz ofc he needs to look his best too!! he has little reluctance and is excited as a puppyâš
â oh no a kid is crying?? zack is on the case.. had it not been for you comforting them already oops. but-! heâs on his way to find the culprit! even if itâs just a pebble or branch that happened to be in their path..
â cooking? not his domain, but you seem to be good at it! especially making these cute bunny looking apple slices<3 he helps with cleaning instead ( sometimes )
â now what he does do good in is bedtime stories! has the craziest things to tell and even some folklore from his hometown, gongaga! the kids eat up everything he tells them and are out cold within minutesđ«Ą
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â surprisingly, heâs very good with kids! more so the girls because theyâre all heart eyes for genesis, thinking him to be some sort of a prince.. especially with the way he dresses, speaks and carries himself in general..
â he often entertains their fantasies, going along with them and accepting the flowers they picked for him or the colorings theyâd hand him â it was just so cute!
â the boys enjoyed to see him in action more with combat, literally watching with stars in their eyes when he fights.. but they always seem to gravitate a little more towards you ahaha..
â genesis has to pinch himself occasionally from staring at you, watching how loving and caring you were towards these random kids that attached themselves so easily to you because you had given them the time of day
â as the kids are lining up for your cooking, so is your boyfriend â he is SO there for that food and is very much enjoying not only the meals you prepare but this overall side of you.. itâs refreshing, he feels special to see itđ
â organizes a little play for the kids to take part in â of course itâs loveless, it always has to be with him.. and the kids beg him to read it to them at night which brings tears to his eyes. finally some loveless enjoyers!! unlike his friends who make FUN of him..
â always brings baskets of dumbapples to share a piece of home with the kids and even makes different deserts and pastries that he came up with personally! might not do much cooking but baking â and with his hometownâs fruit? yes he will!
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â you would think he is another one of the awkward few ( seph and cloud, unfortunately im looking at you guys.. ) but he is not! angeal is really good at taking care of zack, almost as if heâs his own family.. so i believe he must be good with children too despite his stoic appearance
â it was by chance one day during a mission that he had ended up helping you out with the kids you regularly took a detour to visit and hang out with, always bringing stuff from your missions â it was super cute honestlyđ
â he is a pretty family oriented guy tbh and totally seems like malewife material?? cooks for the kids, cleans up too, patches up them up if they get injured and tells stories to put them to sleep!! heâs doing it all, guys!
â he wants to lessen your load as much as he can but you seem to have things pretty much under control and the kids are just so chill with you â itâs impressive honestly, he might need a tip or two for handling zack..
â he was telling a story one time â about the buster sword, actually, and as attentive as the kids were, even you since it was your first time hearing, youâd ended up fast asleep along with the kids â it was the cutest sight seeing them curled up against you
â games aside, you do try to teach the kids norms and values to keep with them and angeal also throws in a few words about dreams.. honor.. etcetera..
â a few days later the kids ended up making cardboard and wooden cutouts of the buster sword and repeated his words along with the gesture â yourself included..đ«Ł
notes. sorry for the wait, i hope these were okay and to your likings! i went in with no plan and this was the result basically.. i know it was meant to center around the reader but it shifted over to the boys ahaha.. my bad, hope you donât mind :â)
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Hi! Could you write an alpha prof!remus x omega reader in heat. He gets her to his office after lessons to offer help and she agrees to spend the night( breeding kink)
Masterlist AO3
Alpha, please.
Summary - You are an omega about to experience her first heat. Professor Lupin offers to help and you end up getting railed in the Shrieking Shack (3,416 words).
Warnings - teacher/student relationship, omega verse, alpha!remus, omega!reader, breeding kink, unprotected sex, dubious consent because reader not very in control, age gap, my grammar (english is not my first language), not proof read.
Notes - Throwing this here and RUNNING AWAY. I am SO sorry for the delay, I was hit by a bus (jk lol i'm just burnt out). On a serious note, this was my first time ever writing something in the Omegaverse. Sorry if it sucks :( Thank you to everyone for your patience. I will eventually get to your request!
He noticed your scent before noticing you- a wave of pure, unadulterated omega scent that struck him like a physical blow, a visceral assault on his senses. The classroom, usually a blend of various scents, was now entirely dominated by this scent. Your scent, one of an omega on the cusp of her first heat yet blissfully unaware of it but one that Remus, an alpha, sensed with every fibre of his being. It was rich, sweet, intoxicating, awakening a primal need he had learned to control years ago. An almost uncontrollable need to own, to mark, to protect, to make his.Â
As an alpha, the presence of an unclaimed omega, especially one as evidently oblivious to their own nature as you, was concerning. Why were you there without suppressants? How could you not know what was about to happen to you? It was dangerous. Both for you and for any other alpha around, yet there you were, looking as calm and serene as if it were just another day.Â
You took a seat at the front of the class, your eyes glued to him. He was tall, commanding, exuding the authority and confidence of an alpha and you hated to admit how much it drew you in. Deep down, you were not interested in following the traditional roles of your status. You didn't want to submit to anyone. The thought alone filled you with dread...except right now.Â
The class began and Remus found himself incapable of focusing on his carefully prepared lecture, distracted by the powerful need for something he didn't even allow himself to entertain. It was like all his senses were heightened. He could hear everything, feel everything. Too much.Â
The lecture drew to a close, and you began to slowly pack up your belongings, your mind unconsciously reluctant to part from your professor. He made you feel so-Â
"Y/N, may I have a word with you before you leave?" Remus asked. His voice was calm but it held an underlying urgency that he hoped you wouldn't notice.Â
You looked up to him, your eyes wide and innocent, and in that moment, it felt like you would've done anything this man asked you. What was wrong with you?Â
"Yes, Professor Lupin?"
He cleared his throat, attempting to appear casual.Â
"Y/N, I... uh, I need to discuss something somewhat personal with you, and I apologize for the discomfort," he began.Â
Your brows knitted in confusion, your posture tense. "Something personal, Professor?"Â
He paused, gathering his thoughts, carefully selecting his next words. "I've noticed...that is, I've sensed...that you might be approaching a significant time that's inherent to your nature as an omega."Â
Your expression shifted from confusion to embarrassment, unsure where he was going with this. "I- I'm not sure to understand, Professor... what do you mean?"Â
Remus hesitated, his instincts as an alpha to protect and take charge clashing with his respect for you and your autonomy. "It seems that uh... you're about to experience your first heat, Y/N. It's a critical time for an omega, and it can be very dangerous if you're not prepared or aware."Â
Your eyes widened, your embarrassment escalating into fear. "My first heat? But... I- I didn't know... I thought I had more time before... before that happened," you admitted shyly.Â
Remus nodded, trying to appear comforting despite the turmoil raging within him. "It's unpredictable at times, especially the first one," he assured you. "It's imperative that you have a safe place and proper care during this period, especially considering that... well I assume, considering you haven't been on any suppressants."Â
You looked away, uncomfortable. "No... no I haven't."
"That's okay. That's why I'm offering to help. I can provide a safe place for you, ensure that you have what you need to get through this safely. It's not ideal... but I cannot, in good conscience, let you face this alone."Â
You suddenly wanted this very much, despite your habit of fighting your inner nature at every turn- no. You were not going to be a weak, vulnerable omega who needed an alpha to protect her. You could manage. You would manage. This was no big deal.Â
"I can handle it myself, Professor," you said, trying to sound confident but failing pretty miserably.Â
"I understand, but I assure you, my intentions are solely to offer protection and support. I wouldn't suggest this if there weren't a genuine need."Â
At that moment, you weren't sure if he was just very good at being persuasive, or if your pathetic omega nature begged you to bend to his "protection".Â
"Are you sure?" the question coming out more as a challenge.Â
"Yes, I am. It's my responsibility as your professor and as an alpha to ensure you're safe," he affirmed.Â
"O-okay, fine."Â
"Just come to my quarters at the end of the day. I'll have everything prepared for you. We'll make sure you're as comfortable and safe as possible," he instructed and this time, his tone was firm, leaving no room for you to argue back.Â
You simply nodded and made your way out of the classroom. The conversation had left you disoriented. Your lifelong determination to maintain independence and resist alpha authority was now clashing with an inexplicable trust in your professor.Â
You had never expected your first heat to come so suddenly. You thought there would be signs to prepare you, like most other omegas. But no. It was just there. And what was more embarrassing was that it wasn't you who found out first. It was an alpha. And your professor, at that.Â
You seriously considered not going to his quarters that night. Not because you were scared or didn't trust him, but just for the shame you felt. That shame, however, was quickly overshadowed by fear. You knew what could happen to unclaimed omegas who were in heat and who didn't take suppressants. Not all alphas were as kind as Remus. Some of them were vile predators ready to pounce on the first vulnerable omega they smelled. Somehow, you knew- rather inherently felt, that Remus wasn't like that.Â
Swallowing your pride, you made your way to Professor Lupin's quarters, your stomach an absolute mess from the strange blend of anxiety and odd sense of security.Â
Remus was already out by the door, a small bag in hand, a gentle smile, albeit somewhat anxious, expression gracing his face.Â
"Thank you for coming, Y/N. I know this must be overwhelming," he said, trying to keep his voice soft and reassuring.Â
You nodded, not sure you could trust your voice in that moment.Â
He offered a small smile, then gestured for you to follow. "We're not staying here. I have a safer place in mind."Â
You obeyed silently, following him through the corridors and then outside, the only sound being the small vials of potion clinking in the bag and the soft thumping of your feet on the wet grass.Â
You had no idea where he was taking you, but it didn't matter. In that moment, you were quite literally trusting him with your life, and you hated that.Â
Stopping before the Whomping Willow, Remus motioned for you to wait at a safe distance, and you watched in awe as he expertly pacified the violent tree, revealing a hidden entrance to an underground passage.Â
Without questioning him, you proceeded in silence, making your way through some damp, sketchy tunnels. This was definitely not how you had expected to have your first heat and your need to be with him was growing stronger and stronger. In normal circumstances, you should have been scared, terrified even, following a grown alpha to Merlin-knows-where, but you actually were starting to feel desperate, aching for something you couldn't explain.Â
You finally emerged into an old, creaking building, full of dust and looking like it was about to fall apart. Despite this, fresh blankets were laid out on the bed, candles provided a soft light, making it look somewhat comfortable.Â
Remus carefully set down the bag of potions and turned to you, looking a bit sheepish.Â
"It's not much, I know. But this place has been a refuge of sorts during my time here as a student... it's secluded, away from prying eyes and other... influences," he explained, deliberately vague about the deeper reasons.Â
You looked around, taking in your surroundings. He was right, this wasn't much, but it was safe. "Thank you, Professor Lupin."Â
"Please, call me Remus here," he insisted gently. "I'll let you settle down. I'll be just next door. If you need anything, just call for me."Â Â
"Thank you, Remus."Â
In the adjacent room. Remus sat rigidly, every muscle tensed, focusing on every breath, attempting to anchor himself to his resolve. He was battling his own nature, his instincts, usually so well-contained, were now threatening to overwhelm him, fuelled by your potent scent. It had been years since he'd felt such a primal pull, and he had never acted on it. So he sat, focusing on deep, steadying breaths. it was all he could do to maintain control.Â
Meanwhile, you were beginning to experience the torturing onset of your heat. It was a violent assault of unfamiliar sensations, confusing, intense, leaving you feeling profoundly alone yet achingly in need of something- something, specifically Remus. The room felt too large, too empty, yet suffocating.Â
Unable to bear the isolation and the escalating ache, you called out, your voice echoing a desperation you barely understood. "R-Remus... Remus, please... I don't know what's happening to me."Â
Remus hesitated at the door, his hand clenched around the frame. "Y/N, I'm here. Tell me what you need," he encouraged. Â
"I need... I need... I feel like i'm losing my mind. I need... I don't know," you stammered, your confusion and need radiating from you in a way that tugged relentlessly at Remus' instincts.Â
He stepped just inside the room, his expression a mix of concern and fear- for you, for himself, for the line he was terrified of crossing. "I know, I know. I understand. It's your heat... and it's strong. But I brought something that might help," he said, retrieving a vial from the small bag he had brought. "Drink this; it should ease the symptoms."Â
You took the vial with trembling hands and drank the potion, your eyes never leaving his as he sat cautiously at the edge of the bed.Â
"Why is this happening to me like this? Shouldn't the potion work immediately?" you asked, panic evident in your tone.Â
"It should, but... your heat seems to be very strong. Let's just wait for a moment. I'm here."Â
"Remus... it's not working. Please, I need..."Â
"I know what you need, Y/N. But I can't give it to you. We have to wait it out. It's going to be alright."Â
This wasn't going to do. Being far from him was painful. Being close to him without getting what you needed what torture. You needed him in a way you had never needed anything else before. You needed him to consume you, to take you, to mark you, to breed you.Â
"Alpha, please," you whispered without even meaning to. The moment the words left your lips, Remus froze, his heart racing as every fibre of his being, of his soul, responded to that word. It was spoken with such raw need that it resonated with the very essence of his being. His resolve shattered, not out of defeat, but out of an overwhelming need to fulfill his role as an alpha.Â
Before you could react, you were flipped onto your stomach, the sound of a low growl reaching your ears. You were not even in control of your body anymore. Your instincts were controlling you, and you desperately raised your hips, presenting yourself to him in the most intimate way.Â
The sight made Remus' blood travel south immediately. Already hard, he yanked down your trousers before unbuckling his own. You raised your hips higher, whining pathetically, desperate for him to take you. As he looked down at you, his cock throbbed with need and he knew then, there was no going back.Â
"Please, alpha," you begged again, your voice trembling. "I need... I need you."Â
"Fuck..." he growled, reaching down to position himself at your slick entrance. "I'm sorry," he started, his voice trembling, "this is the only way I know to help you."Â
You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the pain and pleasure that would soon consume you. "Please," you whimpered, "I need this."Â
With a grunt, Remus pushed himself into you, your bodies connecting in a way that was both deeply intimate and primal. You gasped at the intrusion, your body trembling as you felt him filling you.Â
He felt you tighten and tense as you tried to accommodate his size, your body reacting instinctively. "Relax," he instructed, his voice a low rumble. "You need to relax. Let me take care of you."Â
His words, the authority in his tone, something deep within you responded. You forced yourself to relax, even as you felt his girth stretch you. He hissed in pleasure as he felt you accommodate him, your tightness almost too much.Â
"That's it, good girl," he rasped out, one hand coming to rest on your lower back to steady you. His hips snapped forward, burying himself fully within you.Â
You moaned, your entire being blissfully consumed by the feeling of fullness.Â
"Are you alright?" he asked, staying very still within you.Â
You could only nod before another desperate plea escaped you. "Yes, alpha... please, more."
At that, he allowed his instincts to fully take over. His hands gripped your hips painfully, and he began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful. A part of him was urging him to be gentle, but the other part, the alpha, was screaming at him to take what was his, to claim, to mate, and it was too strong to resist. He needed to feel you beneath him, to lose himself in the pleasure of your connection.Â
You clung to the sheets, your nails digging into the fabric as Remus continued to rut into you. Your body rocked with every thrust, and soon enough, the pain began to fade, replaced by a blissful warmth that spread through your body. He knew he was taking a risk. A huge risk. But he couldn't help himself. He needed you, and you needed him.Â
"Fuck, Y/N," he grunted as he continued his relentless pace. He leaned over you, his chest against your back, your bodies moulding together as though they were made for each other. "You feel so good," he growled low in your ear, his voice deep, rasping, reflecting his unending hunger.Â
Each of his movement was sharp, controlled yet desperate, a constant rhythm of push and pull and he delved deeper into you, the pulsing throb of him only heightening your pleasure.Â
"Alpha... alpha, please... I- I'm going to-" you tried to say but your orgasm tore through you with such force that you lost your voice. Remus didn't slow down. If anything, feeling you clench around him only fuelled his punishing pace.Â
"I'm going to knot you," he announced. "I'm going to fill you up. Mark you as mine," he continued breathlessly. "I want everyone to know you're mine, to see you swollen with my seed, to see you bear my mark."Â
You whined, barely able to hold yourself up from under his weight, but you managed to keep your hips elevated, desperate to be filled, to be marked, to be owned.Â
His movements became jerky, sporadic as the wave of his release began to crest, each thrust of his hips pushing you further down into the mattress. "Take it," he rasped, "take my knot," his voice a harsh whisper against the shell of your ear before his teeth latched onto the soft skin of your neck, imprinting his mark on you.Â
You moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure as his hand traveled down your arm, tangling your fingers together and with a final, deep thrust, he surrendered to the pleasure, his body shuddering as he came inside you. His hips flush against yours, his body draped protectively over yours as he poured himself into you with abandon. Finally he stilled, grunting as he felt the knot at the base of his cock start to swell.Â
The sensation was foreign, somewhat painful, and you tensed, almost instinctively trying to move away.Â
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay," he tried to soothe, still panting from his intense climax. "Stay still for me. It'll subside soon, I promise."Â
He remained on top of you for a while, the knot locking you together, securing a powerful and intimate bond between you. His fingers stroked your skin gently, before he carefully maneuvered you to your side, spooning you protectively as his knot was still deeply lodged within you.Â
"I know, it's okay. I'm just making you more comfortable. I've got you," he soothed as you whimpered from the movements.Â
You stayed like that, your bodies intimately connected, until the knot subsided enough for Remus to pull out. You whined at the sudden loss and the wet warmth spreading between your thigh.Â
As he felt you relax into him, Remus gently kissed your temple before carefully disentangling himself from you. With a flick of his wand, the wet feeling between your legs disappeared and a blanket was draped over you.Â
Turning to the potions bag, Remus retrieved a vial, his hands slightly trembling as he grasped the small bottle.Â
"Y/N, can you sit up for me?" he asked gently, offering his hand to support you.Â
With his help, you managed to move into a sitting position, your movements languid, utterly exhausted from what had just transpired. Remus handed you the potion, noticing your confused expression.Â
"This is uh... it's just a precaution... to prevent any unwanted consequences," he explained, uncomfortable from the intimate implications of his words.Â
Your cheeks flushed with a hint of color as you took the vial, your fingers brushing against his in the exchange.Â
"Oh, I... thank you."Â
"I know this looks like... perhaps I had planned for this to happen. But I promise, it is not the case. I simply keep this sort of supply for any students who may be in need."Â
"I trust you, Remus. And this was bound to happen, one way or another... and I'm glad it was with you."Â
"Well, I... erm. It's important to stay hydrated, especially after this. Here," he said, trying to change the subject.Â
You laughed softly, accepting the water from him. He had this way of knowing exactly what you needed before you even knew yourself. You were actually thirsty, and the cool liquid helped soothe your parched throat.Â
As you sipped your water, a sudden sharp pain caused you to reach for your neck, your fingers brushing against a fresh, deep red mark. You looked at Remus with questioning eyes, seeking an explanation.Â
Remus, visibly uncomfortable and with a hint of regret in his eyes, cleared his throat before speaking. "That's... that's a mark. My mark," he began, struggling to maintain eye contact.Â
"In the heat of the moment, it's something an alpha can leave on an omega. It's a claim, a deep, instinctual reaction that seals a powerful bond. I didn't mean to- I should have controlled myself better."Â
Your fingers lingered on the mark, your initial shock giving way to a different emotion, one of a surprising acceptance and even a hint of joy. "Does this mean... are we mates now?"Â
Remus nodded. "Yes, it does. And I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't intend for this to happen this way. You're a student. I should have been more careful, more in control. But please know, I will take responsibility. I will take care of you, support you, and I promise, I won't be overbearing. I'll-"Â
"Remus, stop," you interjected, amused by his words tumbling our in a flustered rush. A smile crept onto your lips, a sense of deep contentment washing over you.Â
"I'm not upset. In fact, I'm...happy," you confessed.Â
Remus looked up, surprised. "You are?"Â
"Yes, I am. To be marked by you, to be your mate... it feels right, despite everything. I don't see myself with any of those young inexperienced alphas..."Â
"Young inexperienced alphas," he echoed. "Are you calling me old, miss?"
"Yes, maybe I am..."Â
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exclusively yours - sdv harvey x reader!
-> synopsis: harvey realizes some things about himself and one of those is that he can't stand it when other people look at what's his.
-> warning: NSFW MDNI MDNI MDNI SMUT! jealous harvey mhm. a touch of dom harvey what can i say. slight shane slander nothing too mean. a bit wordy. you've been warned.
-> a/n: i hope you all enjoy! i wrote this whenever i had time free over the course of a week when i should be doing homework.
there's a rare fire in his eyes that night at the stardrop saloon. he's not sure what it is that he's feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he knows for certain that he doesn't like the way shane's eyes rake over your flower dance dress that you had been wearing since this morning when you danced with the doctor, and not shane.
he's reminding himself of the ring on your finger, the farm that you live in together, the bouquets you've gifted him, the necklace that took ages to procure because the weather had to be just right. and yet, none of that is easing the jealousy threatening to bubble up over the surface.
the lust in shane's gaze becomes even more apparent as the crowd dwindles. he's talking to you and harvey can barely make out the words coming out of his mouth, but then there's a touch to your elbow that was well-timed to come after a joke you just made, and now harvey is striding over, wrapping a tight arm around your shoulders to stare at shane.
"what was so funny?" he asks and the interested inflection in his tone is entirely fake. "i know my wife has such a keen sense of humor, doesn't she?" you don't miss the emphasis he puts on 'wife.'
shane's grown awkward now, and he shifts hsi weight from one foot to the next. he's been caught and there's nothing much he can do to salvage this situation. "yeah, uh, she just made a joke about summer. nothing serious. sorry," he stumbles out.
"mhm, yeah. so, we'll see you around?" harvey says which effectively ends the conversation and forces shane back into the booth he was originally sitting down in. with a breath of relaxation, he turns to you with a different kind of fire in his eyes. one that makes you shiver with palpable excitement. "ready to go home?"
you nod and his hand moves from your shoulder down to the small of your back to give you just a slight push away from prying eyes and out the door of the saloon.
neither of you speak on the way home and it feels like even the nature around you is holding its breath in anticipation of what will happen when the door to your farmhouse swings open. the farmhouse becomes visible in the distance and there's a sudden weakness in your legs. subconciously, both you and harvey pick up speed until you find yourself speed-walking to the front door.
he wastes no time in pulling keys from his pocket and unlocking the door and, ever the gentleman, letting you go in first.
once he shuts the door behind him, his hand immediately finds the small of your back again and you feel your body inch closer to the bedroom. anticipation grows and grows until your back is leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom and harvey's stature is looming over yours.
this is new, this is unexplored, this is uncharted territory. harvey had never once been anything other than unadulterated sweetness in the bedroom. he cared about your pleasure, your comfort, and your enjoyment more than anything. but now there was something calling to him to give into this urge building in the pit of his stomach.
harvey's hand crawls from its position by his side, up the curves of your stomach, then stops at the base of your head. a soft gesture tilts your chin upwards so you're looking directly into his brown eyes. you feel small underneath his intense gaze, but it's certainly not a bad feeling.
"you know," he begins with a breath, "i've never considered myself a jealous person." you bite your lip in anticipation, feeling warmth grow from your core and radiate outwards. "but...the way shane was looking at you tonight...i think we just need a small reminder about who you belong with."
there was so much intensity behind his words despite them coming out in a soft drawl. you could have buckled right there on the doorframe but his body was caging you in so that there was no way you'd fall.
with a breath and a swallow, your hand travels from your side to his waist. "then remind me," you tease.
harvey's eyes darken and something about this excited you to no end. his strong hands bring you close to his chest and his lips hurriedly meet yours. they intertwine in a mess, teeth clashing, tongues bumping, but it sets your entire body alight. with ease, harvey inches you away from the doorframe and to the bed where you fall down onto the soft mattress. the white dress on your body falls around your waist, revealing the underwear you had on.
then, harvey growled. like truly, really growled as if something had took over him in these few seconds. he had been suppressing this urge to be with you intensely for fear of hurting you or embarrassing himself. but he's spurred on by your moans and the heat he feels radiating from between your legs.
after making out so roughly that your lips are left feeling numb, harvey's hands travel down your body, stopping at the hem of your underwear. with a strong tug, he pulls you to the edge of the bed and sits on his knees in front of you. he'd regret placing so much pressure on his aging knees in the morning, but that didn't matter now. what mattered now was making you cum to the point that you are unable to think of another man but him.
without much warning, harvey's mouth met your core. you threw your head back to the bed, letting out a moan that made you glad you lived so far from any other person. he was like a man possessed, seeking some salvation in the wetness growing and growing in between your legs.
he pulled away, but not for long as his fingers gripped the hem of your underwear and slid them down your thighs, calfs, and off your feet. for a second, he sat on his knees, marveling at your pleasure and whispered, "you must really like this, huh?"
his voice was laced with lust and darkness. before you could even respond, his mouth met your middle again and every part of your body lurched forward, in awe of the pleasure he was giving you. there was a coil in the pit of your stomach that was growing, wounding around itself, tightening with every stroke of harvey's tongue against you.
"harv! fuck!" you managed to choke out. you could feel his lips tilt upward in a smile, and just when you thought there was no possible way it could get better than this, his finger teased at your hole before plunging in. harvey's anatomical knowledge guided his finger upward, curling up to the spot that sends you reeling.
his name was a prayer on your lips as that coil tightened till the point you think it might snap. you could no longer hold it when harvey added in a second finger, curling both upwards and creating a pressure that pulled the coil till it all fell apart. you were a mess, hair sprawled on the comforter, dress halfway up your body, wetness dripping from harvey's fingers.
he leans back on his knees, eyes blown wide with lust. his lips glisten and his carefully groomed hair and mustache are destroyed. he's breathing heavily, but he didn't stop his frenzy there. with rushed movements, he tugs off his tie, his button down, his undershirt till there was nothing adorning his body.
"need this off," he mumbles, pulling at the hem of your dress. you come out of your daze to rise up and slide the dress off your body. "jesus...," he whispers. he rises from his spot on the floor and gestures for you to scoot up to the bed. slowly, his body comes over yours and once again you become caged in his grip and his scent. "do i tell you that you're beautiful enough? because if i don't i need some sense slapped into me."
heat floods in your cheeks at his words. harvey, ever the kind gentleman, was a whole other person entirely. for a second, you wonder if you could tease more possessiveness out of him. he was already delirious with pleasure. what could a little more hurt?
"i'm glad you think so too, dr. harvey. shane really thinks i'm the best looking person in this whole town," you say with a smirk tilting your lips upward.
that fire reignites in his eyes again. in seconds, his hands come to your wrists and you feel pinned against the bed. his chest is rising and falling with intensity.
"if i hear another man's name on your lips tonight, you're getting it," he threatens.
and, because you can, you push him further. "shane. alex. sam. sebastian. lew-"
in a renewed sense of dominance, harvey clamps his hand over your mouth, effectively cutting you off. "i don't think you'll be able to talk when i'm done with you," he says, voice just slightly above a whisper.
"prove it," you whisper back.
harvey smiles with something sinister lurking beneath the service. he stands from the bed, eyes never leaving yours and tugs off his belt, then his pants. with no flourish, his length comes out, irresistibly hard from the night's activities. he climbs back on top of you, settling his center in front of yours. he's barely touching your core but it's sending you arching upwards.
"i don't think shane could manage making you feel this good, you know?" he teases your entrance. "i mean, if you'd like to try, go ahead, but you'll come back to me crying because he can't make you cum like this." slowly, he slides himself in. you let out an unearthly moan that is met with his own grunts. "you're all mine. no one else's." he fully enters you then, hitting as far back as he could manage.
he drags himself out, then slowly enters back in. it's torturous. horrible. so awfully frustrating.
"please, harv. more!" you beg. he kept up his slow pace, barely budging. "need you more." you sound just as pathetic as you feel.
"can shane make you feel this good?" he asks.
so that's what he wanted from you. "no!" you plead.
"are you all mine, then?"
"yes, all yours!"
"exclusively mine?"
"exclusively yours!"
at those final words, harvey fucks into you again with a quicker, rougher pace. this was what you needed more than air. your hands fly to his arms where your nails dig into the skin there. he would wake up with marks that remind him of the night, but maybe that was your purpose in doing so.
harvey is stretching you out in the most perfect of ways and the closeness of his body to yours sends shivers all over you. his hands are desperately clinging to every part of your exposed skin and his chest rises quickly in attempts to catch his breath. nothing could stop him from his actions right now. all he can focus on is the way you feel so tight around him, the way you're moaning his name, and the way he has to hold in his orgasm until you've came all over him.
which isn't too far away. it's building with every deep, powerful thrust he makes. he's hitting spots inside of you that he hadn't before. it's blissful, filthy, and perfect. in the middle of your ecstacy, you make a note to draw out harvey's jealous side more.
"fuck," he grunts out. it's so strange to hear such filthy language coming from your husband who balked any time you said swear words. "you're so fucking tight for me, huh?"
his dirty words pull out a loud moan from you which seemed to spur harvey on even further. his thrusts lost their rhythm and his breath became rapid. he was close and so were you. with urgent moves, you wrap your legs around his waist which sends his length inside of you as deep as it can go. your eyes meet with a silent agreement.
your moans mingle together, filling the room with lewd noises. your name is repeated over and over again until the moment you both feel that release toppling over the edge, filling your bodies head to toe with pure bliss. his body doesn't still, but instead he returns to the slow pace he began with, pumping his cum deep inside you.
after some breaths and stilled movements, he pulls out with a slick noise and falls to your side. his arms open up in a silent request for you to lay on his chest and you oblige. the bed is destroyed, your bodies are sweaty, and there's certainly something leaking out of you onto the sheets. but sheets can be washed, beds can be made, and showers can be had.
all that matters is that you were exclusively his, and shane could never make you feel like that.
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i love your works!!
now that soap knows sort of about civilian reader, how would they both react to meeting one another? Perhaps after a mission, Simon has to take him to their house since itâs close by and there they meet. I can imagine Johnny jokingly flirting with reader jus to rile Simon up
Note: Thank you so much for your request! I love, love, love it! Love these boys together and all the trouble they get into and love how Johnny just seems to be able to push his buttons. Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, taunting and teasing, tiny illusion to smut, canon typical swearing.
It was probably a mixture of exhaustion and anxiousness to see you that had Simon not thinking straight when he climbed off the plane with Johnny. Circumstances had it that the barracks were completely full to the brim, the last train home for Johnny was an hour ago and a certain sense of guilt had Simon suggesting âWe got a spare roomâŠâ The moment Simon said it, he regretted it.
It had been a gruelling four months away from you and all he had come to adore at the home you shared together, whilst he had wanted to spend time alone with you now he was basically bringing home a drooling labrador in the form of his Sergeant. Johnnyâs eyes brightened up like it was Christmas and he mentioned. âThat means I get tâmeet your missus, LT.â Simon was completely stumped for any response, simply his shoulders sagged.
âYou breathe a word about this or her to anyone else, Iâll make sure you donât make it back from our next mission.â It was a threat, but an empty one and Johnny knew that for certain.
It was way past midnight by the time that Johnny and Simon arrived at his home. They quietly clambered from the car and up the path towards the house. Simon had warned you not to wait up for him, but from here he could see that the living room light was on which meant you hadnât listened to him. Using the key to open the door before he even put his bags down on the floor, he heard your footsteps approach hastily, excited to see him, having practically no contact for almost four months was difficult.
âSiâŠâ You rushed to wrap your arms around him, Simon wrapped his body tight around your own, burying his face into your throat and inhaling sharply, burying his nose into your scent to try and wash away all the horror that heâd witnessed whilst away. âMissed you so much.â You whimpered into his skin and then jumping. âOh, uhâŠâ It was clear youâd seen Johnny lingering over his shoulder then. âHi.â
Tugging away from Simon, he took a step aside allowing you to see Johnny fully. âHello maâam.â He nodded his head at you then, Simon wasnât sure heâd ever seen Johnny act so respectful before. Odd, he thought. âJusâ got back from a mission. Yâfella âere said I could borrow a room fâthe night. Hope it wonât be too much trouble.â
A little of startled surprise crossed your face. âYou work with Simon?â You asked then and Johnny nodded in confirmation. âYou can stay as long as you want if you tell me everything about Si whilst heâs away from home.â You announced causing Simon to gift you a tested look but it only caused Johnny to chortle lowly and reply. âI tell yâeverything I know âbout Si.â The use of his nickname that was reserved for you fell from Johnnyâs lips and those narrowed daggers looked to him aggressively.
âTime for bed.â Simon commanded lowly then, hands placed on your shoulders to spin you in the direction of the stairs and ushering you up then, even as you argued that you needed to find some sheets for the spare room Simon still urged you up the stairs and as far away from Johnny as he could manage. This night couldnât be over quick enough.
It was like some bad dream as Simon awoke that next morning to your side of the bed long cold beside him and the sound of your distant laughter floating through the house. Bloody hell. Originally, he had planned on waking up, rolling you gently onto your side and slipping into your wonting cunt, but instead you were entertaining another one downstairs, leaving him longing and lonely in the bed you shared.
Simon was dreading whatever stories that Johnny had decided to fill your pretty head with. There was reasons Simon kept you separate from you his work life, mostly for your safety but also because he was a different person there than he was in the comfort of your shared home. He felt safe and secure in these walls and around your presence, with work he built up walls which you had seemingly knocked down in mere weeks of knowing him.
Clambering from bed Simon tugged on some shorts and lumbered downstairs to join the chatter. It was much too lively for an early Saturday morning. âMy, my⊠Lt never mentioned jusâ how talented you are, lass.â That thick Scottish accent announced making his eyes narrow, rounding the counter to see Johnny observing the artwork that adorned the kitchen walls. âMatter fact, donât think heâs uttered a single word âbout you.â
âLikewise.â You responded with ease then before beaming a smile at the presence of Simon in the doorway. âMorning, Lt.â Johnny began. âMorning babe, want a cuppa?â Your voice was pleasant and sweet, even at this time. âMm.â He moved then to take a seat at the table as you got to work making him a morning brew just the way he liked. âI hope MacTavish ainât been giving you too much griefâŠâ He commented, flicking a hard look in Johnnyâs direction.
A delicate laugh came from you then. âDonât be silly.â Approaching him with the tea and placing it on the kitchen table for him. âNot at all, Lt.â Johnny continued. âYâlass and Iâve been gettinâ on like a house on fire.â Then grinning as he sat opposite him. âBonnie was just tellinâ me âbout the train strikesâŠâ Simon glared at him. âKindly offered me the room until things clear up again.â
After taking a long sip of his tea Simon said coldly. âIâll pay for a taxi, or a plane⊠whatever gets you out of my house faster.â Then earning a hard look from you across the room. âDonât be rude.â You scolded him with a stern look, completely unphased by Simonâs attitude Johnny did grin at the way that you spoke to his Lieutenant, practically only Price could speak to Simon like that. âJohn, you are more than welcome to stay with us as long as you need to.â Then throwing a tested look in Simonâs direction. âIsnât that right, babe.â
âIs it, Lt?â Johnny uttered feigning some innocence Simon knew was fake. Instead of biting back Simon simply nodded and mustered a small. âMm.â In response, simply plotting his revenge sometime in the future. âMighty kind of you.â The Scotsman grinned and looked towards you. âOh and lass, call me Johnny, please.â Followed by a playful wink. This was going to be a rough few days.
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Could you do some headcanons of a Mc reader dating the BB League Elite 4 + Kieran but miraidon gets super jealous.
It gets to the point where they get out of their Pokeball to growl ĂĄ them.
Amarys
While she isn't too good at expressing emotions herself, she can read the emotions of others quite well.
Apparently this extends to Pokémon, especially after she notices your Miraidon acting rather irate around her. It even got to the point where they kept bursting from their pokeball to growl at her whenever you're together.
"It seems your Agias has suddenly grown a dislike for me, [y/n]." She remarked one day. "But I cannot figure out why..have I done something to upset them recently?"
"Nothing that I know of. Although I think it's worth mentioning that they're actually called Miraidon, not Agias."
"..is that so? Then I will correct this error right away."
Both of you think that after she apologizes, the problem would be resolved...yet it continues, with Miraidon always budging into your conversations, trying to get you on their back and fly/drive off without warning, etc.
All of this happens despite there being no danger present.
Eventually, you chalk up their protective nature to one probable cause: Jealousy.
You were spending more time with Amarys, and perhaps that made your futuristic companion worried you'll spend less with them.
When you brought this up to your gf, she's surprised and isn't too sure how to resolve this..
Considering she's new to relationships, she didn't expect a Pokémon of all things to become so jealous of her.
You end up suggesting that the two bonded (outside of timed flying trials of course) so that they could learn to trust her more.
Despite lacking emotional depth, she still tries her best, knowing this would greatly benefit all three of you in the long run if you were going to continue dating.
Crispin
"Hey uh..your Pokémon is giving me a funny look again.....w-was the sandwich too spicy for them? I can always turn down the heat."
He's straight-up convinced that Miraidon is mad at him because he's making their sandwich the wrong way.
So he keeps changing up the ingredients, hoping to satisfy them (yet it doesn't help when they keep popping out of the pokeball and scaring him).
You've figured out ages ago that they were simply jealous of how much time you were spending with your new bf.
Alas, you're dating a chef who's not only a hothead, but an airhead as well.
"Do you think your Miraidon and Magmortar got into an argument? Because they keep staring at him like they wanna rip him apart..haha.."
"No, honey..it's you, not your Pokémon."
"....ohhh so you're saying I got into an argument with Miraidon! Yeah that makes sense..I did sorta lose my cool with them the other day..."
Sometimes you wonder if a bonk from that frying pan of his would help knock some sense into him....
Instead, though, you just have him sit down in the club room while you explain Miraidon's jealousy in detail.
Crispin finally understands and immediately feels bad (and a little dumb knowing it took him this long to realize it). He's rushing to apologize to your companion, promising to make them the best sandwich possible--hot or not.
He still gets nervous about kissing you/holding your hand when they're nearby, often feeling the need to hide behind the pan.
But you reassure him it's okay.
Drayton
Tbh he kinda relishes in the huffy demeanor your Miraidon has been displaying in recent days.
The way they gnash their teeth, circle around him, make sparks fly, hover over you, and light up their eyes as though preparing to use Electro Drift...
Yep, despite how flashy and futuristic they are...all Drayton sees is another dragon type Pokémon who's throwing temper tantrums.
And being such chill guy around dragons, he has no fear and instead teases them behind your back, getting them riled up.
"Oh c'mon. You don't scare me. I know you've been looking out for [y/n]...and watching them hang out with Kingdra and Archaludon-"
"Agiiaaassss.."
"...there it is." He laughs. "Look, I'm not "stealing" them from ya. So let's just try to get along for their sake, alright?"
"......"
"Right. I knew we'd come to an understandin'."
Somehow, the two are VERY good at hiding this little grudge from you, although you have noticed Miraidon being more protective than usual over you whenever Drayton's around.
But it boils over when they saw you shining his Archaludon's armor while on a picnic date, throwing a fit and almost having a fullblown battle with each other without either of you at the helm.
Luckily, all the other dragons on your team diffused the situation...
You're a little bit outraged (pun not intended) that Drayton never told you of Miraidon's jealousy issues--and that he was taunting them for it.
"C'mon, they know I'm only kidding around."
"...our Pokémon almost broke the damn table."
"I'll pay for the damages."
"I think you're missing the point here, babe.."
Lacey
From the moment she started showing you around the school...she wondered why Miraidon was acting weird.
Her first thought was that they could sense her being a fairy type trainer, but she isn't sure what to do about that, so she keeps quiet.
But after you two started dating, they grew more protective of you and jealous of her..and it's something she notices waaaay before you do.
After it gets to the point of them jumping out of their pokeball to scare her (and quickly go back in without you seeing them), her nerves were shot.
Even so, she doesn't want you to worry. So she keeps trying to be friendly towards them, but it's hard.
Doesn't help that Granbull is being quite sassy towards the electric/dragon type, too, growing just as protective over Lacey as they are over you.
And ofc she has to quell their argument before things turn ugly...and one day, it almost did.
"I'm sorry, but this is NOT right!" She crosses her arms, standing between the two Pokémon. "Granbull, I know you're better than this. And Miraidon, I know you don't trust me, but you need to-"
"What's going on, Lace?"
"!!!"
You were gone for all but two minutes, and you come back to your poor gf trying to stop a Pokémon battle from taking place.
Finally, she admits that Miraidon has been acting extremely jealous and it's made her nervous.
You feel terrible for not realizing this sooner, and promise to speak to your companion about it.
Least to say..you wind up coddling them and giving them treats, reassuring them you'll still pay attention to them--but they had to be nice to Lacey and not antagonize her fairies.
Reluctantly, they agree on the condition of getting a sandwich everyday.
Kieran
Considering Miraidon saved his life, it was definitely strange when that same Pokémon now seemingly hated his guts..
This all happened the moment you and him starting dating, with them popping out of the pokeball (and not because he mentioned sandwiches) and growling before you could share your first kiss.
It was embarrassing for Kieran, and he doesn't know how to earn their trust back.
He just muddles over the fact that he was...definitely less-than-kind to you, their trainer, back before the trip to Area Zero.
He said things to you that he didn't mean, things he regretted saying..and suddenly he wonders if Miraidon could have possibly heard all of that.
If they could hear you both discussing sandwiches, then surely....
It genuinely starts to stress him out, as he's trying so hard to make amends with everyone and not be hated anymore.
And yet he seemed to be forgiven by all...except for Miraidon.
Maybe they even regret saving him
You notice that your bf is starting to cower behind you at their presence, being scared to look them in the eye, etc.
Eventually, you get him to confess that he thinks your companion despises him, and the guilt resurfaces enough to make him cry, kneeling and pleading for their forgiveness.
But you comfort and reassure him that Miraidon's only jealous of you two spending so much time together.
"R-Really? That's all it was...?"
"Yep. I already gave them a stern talking to." You help him stand up. "I'm sorry they keep coming off as aggressive. They just gotta warm up to you a little more, that's all."
"So they don't..hate me?"
"Nope."
After that, Kieran tries his best to earn the dragon type's respect, becoming a bit braver with each interaction.
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Slashers as fathers with a (teenage) reader.
Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is a young teenager (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.
Summary: The slasher fathers feeling guilty after hurting their child's feelings. PART TWO. Hurt/comfort addition.
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Freddy Krueger
Freddy sighed as he stomped to your room in search of his laptop. You had been in such a rush this morning to get to school that you had accidentally left it in there. And while he always respected your wishes for him to never enter your room, he really needed his laptop. Sacrifices need be made some times.
However, as Freddy wandered into your room, he was met with a sight that literally stole his breath. Your bed was completely littered with folders and painted canvas boards. There was a large portfolio bag laying on the ground with its contents scattered everywhere. Painting and drawing utensils alike sat scattered over a table with a still wet painting taped atop.
Eyes ridiculously wide, Freddy looked around and deeply observed the area. He didn't know you owned any of this stuff. Paintings, oil canvases, drawings and sketches, and all of them were yours. And each piece looked really, really good. Freddy couldn't believe what was happening right now.
He thought you gave up on art.
Delicately picking up multiple art pieces, a happiness and sense of pride rushed through Freddy's heart, and he found himself grinning big in a mixture of relief and utter joy. You still loved art, and you were so good at it. He hadn't destroyed your passion after all. That being said though... Why would you hide this from him?
Later that day when you came home, Freddy asked you to go to the kitchen. When you went inside, you froze right on the spot. There, scattered all across the kitchen table, were multiple art projects of yours.
"Dad..." You choked, your heart racing in fear, your words stolen from you, "I..."
"I needed my laptop and uh... Accidentally found these," Freddy explained, a happy smile covering his face as he went to grab your shoulders, "Sweetie, why would you hide this from-"
"I told you not to go in there." You almost shouted, tears blurring your eyes as you pulled away from him.
"Sweetie," Freddy took a step back, hurt by your defensive attitude.
You went to the table and quickly began to gather up your art work. Freddy chased after you to try and get you to stop, "No, stop it. Don't do that- just-just wait a sec, I-"
"I get it, dad, you hate it. You've always hated my art. You-just... J-just leave me alone. Don't touch it, ok," You avoided eye contact while scurrying to protect your work, "I'll put it away."
"No, that's not what I want. (y/n). (y/n), will you please look at me. Hey," Freddy placed a hand on your shoulder and kept you from stomping off, "(y/n), look at me."
With a tense body and watery eyes, you looked at him, art work clutched to your chest and a glare covering your face.
Freddy sighed and said in earnest, "That's not what I want. Your art, I love it. I think it's beautiful an-and amazing! I-I mean, all this time? Really? I thought you gave up on it, I... I thought that I..."
Relaxing, you lowered your arms and looked him straight in the eyes. It felt like your heart had just done a summersault in your chest. "You... You mean it? You... You really like my art?"
"I love it!" Freddy exclaimed almost too quickly, "I love it so much, you have no idea. You have no idea how happy this makes me, (y/n). I thought that I ruined art for you. I... I never stopped feeling guilty about what I did. And I always hoped that one day you would start again, but..."
"Dad," You bit your lip hard in an attempt not to cry. He cared. He actually cared, and he loved your art. He was happy for you.
"Here," Freddy went to grab an old folder off the table.
Suspicious, you set down your art and went to take the folder. When you opened it, you saw dozens of old, un-crumpled papers with very distinct, familiar drawings on them. It took a minute, but you soon realized that these were the very drawings you had thrown away when you were little.
"You... Kept them?" You gaped at your dad, your heart aching in a happy/sad way.
"Of course I did," Freddy's smile wobbled a bit, "I love you and I love everything you do, and I'm so, so sorry for making you feel bad, f-for making you feel like you had to hide this from me."
Lowering the folder, you felt your lips wobble as your heart clenched in great happiness and relief. All this time you believed your dad hated your passion. He had hurt you so badly, but he regretted it. He had always regretted it, and he loved your work.
In a desperate attempt to hide your tears, you rush up to your dad and give him a big hug. Freddy held you as tightly as he could, his arms fierce and protective as he said, "Don't ever give up on your art, (y/n). No matter what, please. I love you so much."
Michael Myers
Michael had wandered out of the garage a few minutes after your friend's dad dropped you off. "Me and (friend's name) are gonna grab a snack real quick, k dad?" You had hollered while rushing into the house.
Rolling his eyes a bit, Michael approached the other man who casually got out of the car. He was grinning big at you and his own kid, seemingly proud and full of joy. "My god, man," He said mindlessly, smiling at Michael, "I tell ya, that was one hell of a game today. Whoo, and (y/n)? My god, they were great."
Puzzled and confused, Michael could only tilt his head in wonder. Game? What game?
The man shook his head and gave Michael an even more puzzled look than he himself sported, "Hey, how come I never see you at any of their games? Rough job or something?"
Michael's silence and confused expression urged the man to explain more.
"You know, the (sport) game? Just had one today- what a show I tell ya. But, I just- I never see you there, you know?"
At that, Michael's eyes went unspeakably wide. (sport)? You were playing (sport)? What? For how long? Why didn't he know about this? He thought you quit playing that when you were little. What was going on?
A week later and Michael was sitting amongst the crowd that was watching your (sport) game. You didn't know he was there. You didn't even know that he knew all your secrets like the fact that you had been playing (sport) for years, how you had won two trophies, the fact that this is where you spent most of your time at, and so on and so forth.
While watching the game, Michael couldn't help but to feel a deep sense of pride, relief and great joy at seeing how passionately you played and how much fun you were having. And you were so talented at it. The other team didn't stand a chance. You had grown so much since you were little. To this day his own actions still haunted him.
He hurt you. He 'scarred' you. And, although you continued doing what you loved, you had still felt the need to hide it from him, for years. He did that. He had made you feel so anxious and insecure that you felt the need to hide your greatest passion from him.
What kind of father does that to their child?
Unsurprisingly, your team won the game, and Michael couldn't be more proud or excited. Once the crowd and commotion calmed down, he patiently waited on you to exit the changing rooms. The way you hid yourself...
Michael gazed around at all the happy families congratulating and/or comforting their kids. It crushed his heart thinking about the sheer loneliness you expressed after the game ended and you had no one to celebrate with aside from your team mates.
When you came out of the changing room, Michael straightened his posture and faced you. It took you a minute, but eventually you looked up, saw him, and froze. A gasp escaped your mouth while your backpack fell from your shoulder to your shaken hand.
Michael's chest ached at the sight of your frightened, horrified face as you frantically looked around as if for an escape. Quickly he approached you and said in sign language, "That was a good game."
"Dad," You stepped away from him, panicked, "I-it's not what you think-I... I-I was just-I'm..."
You were scared, Michael realized, guilt beating on him like a hundred hammers. He waved his hand at you to get your attention, "Why didn't you tell me you were playing (sport)?"
"I..." You stare at him in great panic that melted into sadness and fear. You dropped your backpack and covered your face, saying brokenly, "I'm sorry, dad. I... I didn't mean to. Don't be mad, please, I-I... I'll stop playing it."
What? Micheal rushed to you and went to gently pull your hands away from your flushed face. What had he done? "No, I'm not mad. Please stop panicking. I'm not mad. Not at all."
Confused, you look at him through tear colored vision.
"I just found out you were playing (sport). You even have trophies. (y/n), why did you keep this from me?"
"Because," You winced, "You said I wasn't good at it. You... You hate me for it. I... I just wanted to be happy. I... I didn't mean to..."
He couldn't believe how upset you were, and all because he found out that you were doing what you loved. Marching up to you, Michael pulled you into a big hug that lasted for several minutes. When he noticed you calm down, he moved back a bit and explained.
"I was an idiot back then. I never should have said those things to you, (y/n). I've always felt bad for how I made you feel. You're not bad at (sport) and I never wanted you to stop playing. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I made you feel this way."
You were shocked speechless, so Michael pulled you into another hug. You hugged back, relieved. He wasn't mad at you. He apologized. Everything was going to be alright.
Bo Sinclair
Bo lived in a very, very small town. Everyone knew each other and every piece of information that existed on the surface. Rumors spread and gossip filled the air like pollen. So it didn't take very long for Bo to learn that you had been practicing engineering with the car shop just down the road.
At first Bo had been ecstatic. You were still interested in engineering? He thought you didn't want to do that anymore; you said so yourself. Ever since the incident when you were little, you hadn't helped him with anything physically constructive- not even stuff as simple as hanging a picture on the wall.
Pretty much everyone praised you and said that you were doing a tremendous job. Your skill towards fixing vehicles was a natural, golden talent. You were an impressive, fast learner and everyone loved and appreciated you.
But when Bo tried to approach you about this exciting news, he was confused to hear you deny all of it. You shut his exclamations off and said that the towns people were lying. You claimed to have nothing to do with engineering. Yes, you hung around the car shop, but nothing was going on, you were just bored.
Bo didn't understand it. Why would you lie to him about this? He knew that the towns people weren't making this up- just ask the guy who took a picture of you and your buddies covered in grease while working on a truck engine. You looked so happy. Why was that something to lie about?
For the life of him, Bo could not figure out what was going on with you. Obviously you were lying to him, but he couldn't get you to explain why. It was as if you were completely and utterly avoiding him now, and it was driving him crazy.
So Bo reached out for help.
"Well," Your engineering teacher said in a tense tone, "I talked to em an' they said it's 'cause they don't wanna make ya mad."
"Huh?" Bo shook his head in exaggeration. What did that even mean?
Your teacher gave him a wearisome look, "I think they're afraid you're gonna blow a gasket on em if they do somethin' wrong. I take it that... you got a short temp?"
At that question, Bo was immediately rushed with memories of the past, and he found himself feeling overwhelmed with guilt and dread. That time he got mad at you when you were little, you didn't just give up on engineering. You gave up on everything that had to do with him. Was this why? Because you were afraid that he would get mad at you if you messed up or made a mistake?
You were afraid of his temper.
Coming to realization, Bo spent quite a while trying to figure out how he should approach you. He wasn't the best at emotions or having deep conversations. If he tried to explain himself he feared he would just say something stupid and cause you to be more upset with him.
So he waited for the perfect moment.
A couple weeks later, Bo dragged you to his shop to show you something that caused your mouth to fall open in awe. "Ram 3500, 2018. An' look at'er license plate."
Gasping the name of the state the enormous truck was from, you faced your dad with absolute excitement and disbelief, "Why's it here?"
"Ah, a little transmission trouble on the road," Bo smiled and slung an arm around your shoulder, "Nice huh? She's a beauty. Needs lotta' work, fast, an' I want 'you' to help me."
"What?" Your behavior changed drastically, "Dad-"
"Look, I've already heard all the gossip. I've seen ya work at the shop. I know you know what you're doin', (y/n)," Bo went to stand in front of you. "But what I don't understand is why ya don't wanna work with me."
"It's not... I just..." You sighed and looked at the ground, lost on what to say. A pain filled your chest as you admitted quietly, "I ain't perfect, dad, I... I make mistakes."
"And?" Bo pushed for a better answer.
His impatience and lack of understanding made you snap, "An' you can't handle that. Every time I mess up even the tiniest bit, you get mad at me. What do you expect me to do, huh? I'm only (age)."
Going silent, Bo relaxed upon learning what exactly your insecurity was. You were avoiding him because you were afraid of him getting mad at you for making mistakes. He did this. He put this fear in you, made you this way. And because of that, you were both teetering on the edge of complete life separation.
"(y/n)," Bo reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, "I'm sorry."
Your entire body froze.
"I... never meant to make ya feel this way. I know ya ain't perfect. You're still learnin' an' you've got a long ways to go, but... I wanna be there for you, (y/n). I wanna help you. I wanna watch ya grow, an' I can't do that if ya ain't around... I'm better than I used to be. So if you mess up, I ain't gettin' mad. I'm helping you, because that's what fathers do."
Shot by your dad's moving words, you find yourself staring at him for a long moment before a large smile bloomed across your face. "Right dad," You say, "Let's take a look at her."
With his heart skipping over the moon, Bo grinned and thanked the very stars themselves for this moment, and he lead you to your first shared project since you were a mere, little kid.
Hannibal Lecter
One night Hannibal got bored and lonely and decided to go to Will's house which was where you liked to spend lots of time at. He didn't mind you staying with Will, but some times he himself felt a little bit left out.
When he arrived at Will's house, he quietly made way up the stairs of the porch and temporarily paused just outside of the window. Casually peeking in, Hannibal spotted Will sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper while you stood in front of the stove in the kitchen. Your sleeves were clumsily rolled up and you had a apron on.
The motions of your arms and the state of the kitchen did not lie. You were cooking. You were quite literally cooking food right in front of him. Hannibal couldn't help but to release a small shudder of mixed emotions. It had been years since he last saw you cook- years since he demolished your feelings and forced you away from the passion you both once shared.
To see you cooking now? It made Hannibal erupt with questions and emotions. How long had this been going on? What were you cooking? Why were you cooking? How come he didn't know? Were you happy? Was this why you always spent so much time with Will?
Speaking oh whom, Hannibal watched as you handed out a spoon to which Will stood up to receive. Taking a taste of the spoon, Will made a bright face and reached out for a container of spice. You smiled, laughed and nodded, happily going to add some of the recommended spice to your dish.
Grinning, Hannibal couldn't help but to feel great pride. So, you could handle personal opinions and constructive criticism? What an astounding chef you turned out to be, and you looked so happy too.
Regaining his composure, Hannibal straightened his hair and went to knock on the door.
It took over five minutes for Will to answer.
By that time, things had grown to be rather chaotic. Now only did Will claim that you had gone to bed, but that he also was the one responsible for the late night meal.
Hannibal knew better though.
Whilst you pretended to sleep in the guest bedroom, Will and Hannibal stood in the kitchen gazing around at all your hard work.
"They told me what happened when they were little," Will said, a disappointed look on his face, "How could you say that to them, doc?"
Hannibal stared down at your unfinished dish, his heart clenching in memory of the past. "I spoke out of impulse. I didn't mean to cause them this much insecurity." To think you would go out of your way to lie to him. "How long has this affair been going on?"
"I don't know. Few years?" Will shrugged, "I was cooking macaroni one day, they asked to help and... The ship set sail, I guess."
"You reignited their flame," Hannibal huffed and smiled, "I'm grateful."
"Ever thought about apologizing?" Will asked.
"I have," Hannibal said softly, "However, they refuse to have anything to do with cooking."
"You told them that they were a horrible cook and a waste of time in the kitchen. What did you expect would happen?"
Hannibal bowed his head in shame. He hurt you, more than he had ever imagined. After all these years he believed that you had moved on and found different passions, but instead you clung to cooking and desperately sought hiding it from him because of fear. What kind of father was he to do that to you?
The next morning after the drive home, Hannibal kept you in the car to say, "(y/n). I know it was you who cooked at Wills the other night. I saw."
Having been dreading this exact conversation, you flushed darkly and turned your head away in great shame, sadness and fear. "I'm sorry."
"Please do not apologize," Hannibal cursed at himself for how anxious he made you feel, "I am more grateful than you could ever know."
That stirred a confused reaction from you.
"(y/n), you do not have to accept my apology, but I want you to promise me that you will continue to do what you enjoy, especially if it is cooking." Hannibal looked to you hopefully. "Seeing how happy you were... You have no idea how much joy it brought me. I thought I had destroyed your passion, but..."
Now completely facing your dad, your mouth was agape and your heart pounding furiously with emotions.
"I've always regretted what I said to you that day. It was rude and improper, and most certainly untrue. You are an astounding cook and I'm proud of you. I'm sorry that I hurt you, but, even if you do not wish to forgive me, I hope that you will always continue to do what you love."
Looking at your dad with watery eyes, you blinked and fought for the right words to respond with. All these years you had been terrified of your dad's wrath and disapproval when it came to cooking. He was right, he did hurt you, and the pain was still lingering inside you.
Even though what he said now brought you some form of relief and comfort, you couldn't help but to still feel a little bit of lingering hurt. "I... I need time." You reply quietly.
Hannibal nodded in understanding, "And time you shall have. I will always be here to support you."
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If I made a part three, it could be about the reader still suffering some anxiety while doing their passion around their dad. And the slasher dads' will be nothing but happy, supportive and proud. You know, just casual comfort and fluff.
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Hi! I like your writing about jjk men reaction to y/n reader breaking up, but would they react the same if the reason for break up is y/n falling out of love? đ„č
YOU? FALLING OUT OF LOVE?
featuring: gojo satoru. fushiguro megumi. nanami kento. choso kamo.
n. yall rlly like to hurt yourselves đ godd the amount of angst i have in my inbox. hope this one pains you enough then </3
âwe need to talk..â
GOJO SATORU. he looked up from his phone, that stupid smile dancing on his lips. âuh-oh, that sounds serious. what did i do this time? forget to take out the trash?â
trying to maintain your composure, you shook your head. you usually would lecture him about that, but not this time. itâs far more different than forgetting to take out the trash or not washing the dishes. âno, itâs not that. itâs⊠itâs about us.â
gojoâs smile faltered slightly, but he remained playful. âus? oh, let me guess. youâre secretly in love with my best friend, right? this is just one of those elaborate pranks. you should delete tiktok, i think itâsââ
âsatoru, iâm falling out of love with you.â you took another deep breath, held in it for some amount of time to see his reaction, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.
âgreat, just what i needed to hear today. so funny, babe.â for a moment, he just stared at you, as if waiting for the punchline. then, when it didnât come, he laughed nervously. âyouâre kidding, right? this is a joke. you canât be serious.â
âiâve been feeling this way for a while now..â
his laughter faded, replaced by a look of confusion and hurt. âno, no, no. that canât be true, baby. youâre just having a bad day or something, right? we can work through this.â
you felt a tear slip down your cheek, and you wiped it away quickly. âitâs not just a bad day, satoru. i donât feel the same way i used to.â
he stood up, pacing the room, his hands running through his hair in frustration. âthis doesnât make any sense. we were fine. we are fine. you canât just⊠fall out of love like that, right?â
âtell me iâm wrong, please..â
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. for a moment, megumi just stared at you, his eyes wide with surprise, mouth slightly opened; like he intended to say something but immediately got eaten by the weight of the situation. then, his expression hardened, and he looked down, his hands clenching into fists. âi⊠i donât understand,â he said quietly, his voice devoid of emotion.
the silence that followed was suffocating. you could see the pain in his eyes, even though he was trying to hide it. âmegumi, iâm so sorry. i didnât know how this happened, i.. never wanted this to happen..â
âno..â he shook his head, still looking at the ground, âwhat changed? did.. did i do something wrong?â
you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. âi tried to make it work. i really did. but i canât force my feelings, itâs eating me alive too, gumi..â
megumi nodded slowly, his gaze distant. âitâs my fault i didnât realize you felt that way. just, why didnât you tell me sooner?â
guilt and regret struck a chord deep within you. the pain in his eyes, the genuine hurt in his voice, the way his shoulders slumped slightly, and it tore at you. it was clear that he blamed himself, and that realization only made your own emotions more compound.
you reached out to touch his hand, but he pulled away, the gesture making your heart ache even more. âi donât, i didnât know how to say it to you.. how could i? i care about you so much, megumi. but i canât lie to you or to myself.â
âif thatâs how you really feel, i guess thereâs nothing i can do to change your mind.â he stood up abruptly, not sparing a glance at you, not even once. âso, we.. we just⊠go our separate ways now?â
ââŠsorry, i.. i need some time alone.â
NANAMI KETO. nanami just stared at you for a brief while, his expression unreadable. he nodded slowly after that, his eyes becoming thoughtful. âi see,â he said in a quiet manner. âi guess weâve both changed.â
you felt a lump form in your throat. âi never wanted this to happen, kento.. never once i even thought about this.â
he reached across the table and took your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. âitâs not your fault,â he said softly despite the circumstances youâre throwing him in, âpeople change, feelings change. itâs a part of life.â
âbut i feel like iâm letting you down. like iâm betraying everything we had. i donât want that, kento.â
âyou shouldnât burden yourself with guilt, sweetheart. this isnât something you can control, and itâs not fair to blame yourself for it.â
looking down at your intertwined hands, you felt some kind of sorrow and relief. âyouâve always been so understanding, kento.. i donât deserve this.â
he squeezed your hand gently. âwe shared something special, and iâll always cherish that. but if your heart is no longer in it, then itâs better to be honest.â
âwe can certainly try. it will take time, but iâd rather have you in my life in some capacity than not at all.â
CHOSO KAMO. chosoâs face fell, a look of shock and pain replacing his usual demeanor. âno, please,â he said, voice desperate, reaching out for you. âletâs talk about this, please. there has to be a way to fix things, love?â
it crushed your heart to see the agony in his eyes. âchoso, itâs not something you can just fix. itâs how i feel.â
âis it something i did? how can i make things right?â he pleaded, every word cracking with emotion.
âitâs not about you. itâs just⊠i donât feel the same way anymore.â
choso took a step closer. âi still love you,â he murmured, hanging his whole existence on it. âi donât want to lose you.â
your heart ached at his words, knowing how much you were hurting him. âi know, choso. and iâm so sorry,â you said, your voice also breaking. âbut i canât change how i feel.â
âplease,â he whispered, reaching out to take your hand and pulled you into a tight embrace. âdonât give up on us.â
âi just want you to be happy,â he murmured into your hair. âeven if itâs not with me.â
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Hobbies Part 5.
~Azriel X Reader~
Summary: In an attempt to keep Azriel away from Elain, Rhys sends him on a sabbatical to the Day Court. With a lot more free time on his hands Azriel needs to find something to keep him occupied. Unfortunately he meets Y/N who has the annoying habit of not staying away. Can she teach him that thereâs more to life than he thought?
Grumpy!Azriel X Sunshine!Reader
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Warnings: Lots of fluff. Tiny bit of angst (I canât even tell at this point). Very vague references to sex. Cliffhanger (Whoopsies)
Five hours later, once Azriel had planned out the date and bathed the sticky multicoloured icing from his skin, he had begun pacing his flat in anticipation of Y/Nâs arrival. Shadows swirling around him, sensing their masters spiked anxiety. Should he have offered to pick her up from her own place? Does she even know this is a date? He had asked her to go out but he had never explicitly said the word date.
He was sweating profusely under the black dress shirt he had adorned for the occasion, glad he had one packed. Azriel had been with plenty of women over the years but taking one on a date? This would be the first.
It was only after she had left his flat that he realised he had never even given her a definite time to meet, just a vague promise of seeing her later. Azriel blames Y/N for this lack of communication, planting the kiss on his cheek and leaving him speechless.
So here had been for the last hour, moon now high in the sky, waiting for her to arrive. Having far too much time to overthink about everything that could go wrong. He had to stop himself from anxiously walking over to the mirror in his bathroom for a sixth time to make sure his hair was in place and question whether he should wear other clothes than all black, not wanting to look like death personified next to Y/Nâs radiant self. No, he would stick with what he was comfortable with, Y/N wasnât one to judge. That and Azriel didnât own anything other than black clothes and he was sure if he ran to the shop now he would miss Y/N.
Finally, a soft knock at his door broke his pacing. His shadows all flew to the door whispering in excitement, waiting for it to be opened so they could be blessed by her presence. Straightening the collar of his shirt, Azriel took in a deep breath. He wasnât going to let his fluctuating attitudes ruin tonight. He would allow himself to have fun.
He grabbed the handle of the door, looking up to the ceiling and praying to the Mother that tonight would run smoothly, and slowly pulled it open.
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If Azriel was the personification of death, Y/N must have been that of life. As she stood there in his entryway, mouth slightly open as her eyes drifted over Azrielâs form, he couldnât help but think that everything in his life just felt like it now made sense.
He looked from her dress, a soft pink which Azriel thought complimented her oh so beautifully, the entirety of which was patterned with hand embroidered flowers of a deeper shade of pink, and forced his gaze to move to her face where a nervous smile was resting.
âYou lookâŠwowâ he finally spoke, gulping as he took in the sight of her. A rosy blush that matched her dress crossed her face, âThank you. You clean up nicely tooâ. A matching tint formed on his own cheeks.
âSo whatâs the plan?â She asked curiously, looking up into his eyes which were still trailing the length of her body.
âUh well I realised I donât actually know anywhere nice to eat in this Court so Iâve kind of planned something elseâ Azriel tried to keep it vague, hoping to keep the true plan somewhat of a surprise.
âSounds perfect! Lead the way!â She grinned, before stepping to the side to allow Azriel and his wings to fit through the doorway. Before he could even step out, his shadows rushed towards Y/N twirling around the skirt of her dress. Fearful that his shadows would scare her, Azriel went to angrily call them back. But he was stopped in his tracks by a melodic laugh slipping from her lips as she began to spin round with them as if they were dancing.
It was at this point Azriel made the decision to not stand there stunned like he usually does in situations where Y/N makes his heart pound and he doesnât know what to do. Instead, trying to find some semblance of confidence, he reaches out to take Y/Nâs hand which was outstretched for balance as she spun. He grabbed it in his own scarred one, and raised them together, allowing her to twirl underneath him, shadows in tow.
Their surroundings forgotten, this little dance continued for a few minutes, smiles on their faces as they were absorbed into the moment. Spinning and moving together fluidly. Wanting to feel her even closer, Azriel reached out his other hand hoping to come into contact with her waist, only to be interrupted by a squeak from the end of the corridor which caused him to draw his hand back.
His head snapped towards the sound, eyes viciously landing on the neighbour who earlier that day had witnessed him standing there in his frilly yellow apron. A low growl came from Azrielâs throat as the neighbour awkwardly rushed forward to pass them in the corridor, Y/Nâs hand leaving his to make space for the neighbour to get past with a high pitched âsorryâ coming from them as they sped round to the other stairway.
Azrielâs shadows had stopped dancing, electing to disappear during the awkward moment. The moment was gone much to Azrielâs disappointment, the embarrassment of being caught creeping up his spine was testament to that.
Noticing his red ears, Y/N placed a calming hand onto his chest, which of course made them even redder. âCome on! Iâm excited to see what youâve planned!â Of course Y/N wouldnât be phased after being caught dancing in the corridor.
âYeahâ Azriel sighs, dejected. Annoyed at the lack of control he had over his body prior to being caught, and so when the pair walked out of the building he made sure to leave some space between them, not wanting to do anything else rash that would undoubtedly lead to further embarrassment.
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Azriel led the way, walking towards the location of the date. He wanted to talk, but after what had transpired outside the flat he was afraid to and so he had to put up with walking in silence. Y/N clearly wasnât bothered as she hummed happily, either having not noticed the arm length of space between them or choosing not to comment on it.
Azriel was kicking himself, he was on a date with a beautiful woman and he couldnât bring himself to find the words to speak. He wished he had his brothers with him. Cassian would have prepared him for the date, he would have made sure his friend was filled with confidence and prepped lots of things for Azriel to talk about. Rhysand would have fussed over his clothing and given him tips on how to flirt, how to complement a woman and make her blush until her knees wobble.
Yet his family had abandoned him here. But now weeks later after the fact, Azriel couldnât help but feel grateful for the events that had transpired otherwise he would have never met Y/N.
Y/N who was walking next to him, eyes full of love and admiration as if she was taking in the moonlit surroundings for the first time even though she undoubtably walked these streets daily as she headed to and from work.
On and on they walked, Y/Nâs humming being the one thing that kept Azriel earthed, preventing him from freaking out and flying off in fear that he couldnât do this right. Fear that he didnât know how to act on a date. Until finally they approached the garden Azriel had found during one of his nightly flights around the city.
Azriel had originally landed in this hidden piece of paradise because he was searching for a little trace of Elain, a reminder of what he was missing out on from being away from home. Only once he had entered the gates to be greeted by garishly bright sunflowers his thoughts were only on Y/N.
He had spent hours walking around the garden on the first night he had discovered it, appreciating the hundreds of plants and flowers that grew inside of the gates. It was only after his third visit here during his nightly outings that he pictured Y/N here with him, walking along the trailing path, smiling up at him as she smelt the flowers, admiring their beauty as he admired her. It only made sense to Azriel that he had to bring her here. See if Y/N reacted to it in the same way she did in his dreams.
Her reaction did not disappoint. Azriel held open the gate for her, allowing Y/N to enter with a gasp upon her lips.
âOh Azriel itâs beautiful! However did you find this?â Y/N was whispering, her awe at where she was overwhelming. Azriel silently watched on as tears filled her eyes, trying to cement this moment into his mind forever. Y/N in her pretty pink dress, standing in the garden.
It was only after he was certain the picture of Y/N, surrounded by flowers as beautiful as she was, was permanently fixed into his brain did Azriel then allow himself to talk. âThereâs moreâ Azriel too spoke in a quiet whisper, afraid of interrupting the perfect moment that was occurring.
Y/Nâs eyes which were filled with an emotion Azriel couldnât place, looked to his expectantly. Gently, Azriel placed his scarred hand onto her back and led her through the garden, allowing her to stop whenever she wanted to appreciate a flower she found particularly beautiful. Until finally the plants broke away, revealing a clearing in the middle of the garden where Azriel had set up a blanket, jars of faelight holding it down and twinkling under the light of the moon. A wicker basket was placed on top, filled with goods he had bought from the market earlier in the day.
âOh Azriel!â Y/N cried out, taking a step towards the picnic. His hand moved from the small of her back, tentatively grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the blanket to sit down.
âI know itâs not fancy, I should have probably taken you for a meal out. And donât worry I didnât do any of the baking, wouldnât want to poison you again.â
Y/N didnât even laugh at Azrielâs joke, she just threw herself over the basket on the ground and latched her arms around his neck, pulling him in tightly for a hug. It took three deep breaths before Azriel responded, wrapping one arm around Y/Nâs body which was pressed against his, whilst using the other hand to brush the hair that had fallen from behind her ear back.
She pulled away, wincing in pain from the basket that had been digging into her stomach. âIt couldnât be more perfect Azâ she smiled, resting her hand over his.
The two ate the food Azriel had bought, making light conversation about the garden they were sitting in and the food they were consuming. Until finally, stomachs full, they both laid back onto the blanket in order to gaze at the stars shining above them.
âWhatâs it like? In the night Court I meanâ Y/N shyly asked, as if afraid of talking about the spymasters home might set him off.
Azriel felt no spike of anger as she mentioned his home court. In fact he didnât even feel the painful longing he usually did at the thought of it, wanting to be nowhere else but in the present with Y/N.
âIt depends where you are. The Illyrian camps are no paradise. But thereâs some placesâŠa city that is so magnificent it still takes my breath away every time I see it. Thatâs where I live. Sometimes I spend hours flying above it and no matter how many times I do I always see something new.â Azriel said whilst closing his eyes, allowing himself to picture it.
âAh Velaris, the secret city,â Y/N teased, causing Azrielâs eyes to snap open as he sat up and looked at her in shock, âHelionâs a talkerâ she shrugged as if it was common knowledge.
Azriel laughed and settled back down, head resting onto his hands behind his head, gaze once more returning to the stars. âIâll take you one dayâ he confirmed, wanting nothing more than to share his home with Y/N.
He didnât have to look at her to know she was smiling as she replied, âIâd like that.â
âMaybe you could make a dress just for the Night Courtâ Azriel mused, imagining what Y/N would look like in all black before deciding he wasnât sure if he would want to see her with her colour taken away.
âIâd make you a matching tunic so we could wear them together, only Iâm not too sure how to make clothes for Illyrains.â Y/N brushed his wing lightly with a finger as she said this, causing Azriel to stiffen as they twitched responsively.
Obviously he didnât expect Y/N to know about the sensitivity of an Illyrians wings so he did his best to calm himself, nervously stuttering, âyeah the wings are really something.â
âIt must be the best feeling ever, flying.â She said wistfully, staring at the night sky as if imagining she was up there. âI can think of some better feelingsâŠbut yeah itâs definitely up thereâ Azriel spoke, turning his head to admire Y/N. The moonlight making her skin shimmer.
âIf I were born with wings Iâd travel the whole world. I would see everything Prythian has to offer.â
Azriel wanted to burst her bubble, tell her most of Prythian wasnât even worth visiting. Yet he held his tongue, not wanting to dampen her dreams. Instead he encouraged them, âwhere would you fly to first?â
âTo Velaris,â she said, finally turning her head to meet his eyes, âIâd have to pick you up first before we go.â Her hand creeped over to Azrielâs which was laying on the blanket before entwining their fingers. âI have a big wingspan, what makes you think youâd be able to keep up?â Azriel warned, smirk on his face. âI think youâd wait for meâ Y/N said knowingly, matching smirk on hers. âIâd wait forever for you if I had toâ Azriel squeezed her hand as he said this.
âJust you and me and the whole world to explore. Sounds like a good dream.â Y/N smiled sadly, no doubt referring to the fact she didnât have wings like Azrielâs and reminding him their planning was all based on fiction.
Adamant he didnât want to see her sad, Azriel shot up onto his feet, hand held out to Y/N to pull her up, âCome on!â He ordered.
Y/N sat up on the blanket, eyebrows creased in confusion, âWhat?â
âCome on!â He pressed, pushing his outstretched arm even closer to her impatiently, âWeâre going flying.â
Y/N released a sound of disbelief, grabbing onto his hand and jumping up from the ground excitedly, âBrilliant! So how do we do this?â She asked, referring to how she would be carried.
Azrielâs eyes widened slightly, âuh well it would probably be easier if I justâŠâ and with that he grabbed her and swept her into his arms, one going behind her back for support and the other holding up her legs.
Giggling in anticipation for the flight, Y/N once more ran her fingers down Azrielâs wings in admiration as he spread them wide and shook them ready for flight. He flinched abruptly, almost dropping her in shock before he stuttered, âItâs probably best you stop touching them or I donât think weâll ever get round to flying.â
This time instead of just her cheeks flaring red, her entire face flushed, clearly now understanding the implications of touching an Illyrians wings. Finding himself liking her response, Azriel bravely sent her a wink before shooting into the sky. Y/Nâs arms flying around his neck and face pressing into his shoulder with a squeal at the speed he had launched from.
Azriel steadied out once high enough in the air, but Y/N still kept her face tucked into his neck in fear. âYou can look nowâ he teased, urging her to lift her head but all he felt was the firm shaking of it against his shoulder so he continued, âWe canât go flying the world together if you wonât look at it? You wonât see much like this.â
That got her attention, Y/Nâs head raising, but her eyes didnât take in the view. Instead they found their home on Azrielâs face. âBut I donât have wingsâ she pouted up at him.
âBut I doâ he said with a laugh, batting his wings a little harder so they blew her hair into her face playfully.
âYou mean it?â She asked in disbelief that heâd be willing to carry her just so she could see the world.
âOnly if you take a lookâ he whispered into her ear, daring her to break eye contact and take in the view. And so she did and Azriel couldnât have been more in love than he was in that moment.
Y/N beamed as she looked down on the city. âLook you can see the palace!â She pointed out the large building that towered over the rest of the city, âand my house! This is amazing!â
Azriel didnât move his gaze to take in any of the sites, instead it stayed locked on Y/N as he replied, âyeah it is.â
âIâm going to want you to fly my everywhere!â She cheered excitedly.
âWherever you needâ Azriel replied, taking his focus off of where he was flying so he could rest his head against hers while she sat happily in his arms, âI would never put you down if you asked me not to.â
Azriel could see the struggle it took for Y/N to pull her eyes from the stunning sight of the twinkling city at night but she managed to, turning to Azriel and shifting slightly in his arms to face him better.
âAnd if I asked you to hold me forever?â
âThen nothing, no one, would stop me from holding you until the day the Mother takes me.â
Y/N released a small strangled cry at Azrielâs words before she leaned forward in his arms to softly place her lips onto his. Responsive, Azriel meets her halfway, their lips moving together in a passionate dance. Y/N went to deepen the kiss, drawing her tongue languidly against Azrielâs lower lip and in his surprise at her need to take control he completely forgot the two were in the air, relying on the beat of his wings to keep them afloat.
And so they fell.
Y/N releasing a scream as their lips tore apart and Azriel struggled to regain his grip on her flailing body as he turned his attention back to flying. Once she was secure in his arms one more he spread his wings out wide to level out, stopping their freefall.
Y/N panting slightly as her adrenaline at being dropped slowly evaporated, bravely placed her lips near Azrielâs until they brushed before pulling away as he eagerly tried to meet them once more. She shakily spoke against them âI think weâre going to need a rule about kissing while flying.â
Barking out a laugh, Azriel agreed before asking her which direction her home was in. He held her even tighter as he flew in the direction Y/N had pointed in, not wanting to permanently scar her so she never wanted to fly with him again.
He landed as gentle as he could, pulling her closer against him to make her feel safer as he did so, before he carefully placed her back onto the ground, a large hand around her back to ensure she didnât stumble as she regained her footing.
âI think itâs safe to say this has been the best birthday Iâve ever had.â She grinned up at him, her hand finding his once more.
Azriel opened his mouth to reply but was interjected by one of his shadows moving up to frantically whisper in his ear, causing a frown to adorn his face. In her euphoria Y/N failed to notice this, instead she led him by their interlocked hands towards her front door.
âWould you like to come in?â She asked, dropping his hand to unlock the door. He cursed under his breath at the untimely appearance of his shadow. âIâd love to really but Iâm sorry, I best go home. Itâs getting late after allâ he had to force the words out, throat closing tightly to try and stop him from saying them.
Y/Nâs smile stayed on her face, Azriel knew if she was disappointed she wouldnât let it show.
âThatâs alrightâ, she said perhaps a bit too overly happy, âyouâre right itâs late. Besides, I have something fun planned for us tomorrow, I should get that ready.â Azriel released the breath he didnât know he was holding at the fact she wanted to meet him tomorrow, Y/N mustnât be too hurt.
âOh yeahâ, he smiled back at her, batting away the shadow that was still whispering in his ear, âwhat fun things have you got planned?â
âThatâs for you to discover tomorrowâ she chided before her lips came to meet his once more. Azriel kissed her back, deeply breathing in her vanilla scent and gripping her waist tightly to avoid his hands wandering elsewhere. His shadow, annoyingly still chittering away into his ear, causing him to reluctantly pull back from the kiss.
âTomorrowâ he huffed, disappointed he had to leave and couldnât come inside as he wished.
âTomorrowâ she confirmed before retreating into her house for the night.
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Azriel was growling the whole flight home. His perfect night had been interrupted, he tried to brush away the thoughts of what could have happened if he had entered the house with Y/N. Best not to dwell on what he couldnât have. He had tomorrow to make up for that.
Roughly landing outside his flat he stormed through the buildings corridor, where he had danced with Y/N, to his door, flinging it open in anger and stepping inside.
His shadows alerting him to the presence in the corner of the room.
âHello brother,â Rhysand purred, âready to go home?â
Part 6
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