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jazzthatonewriterchick · 3 months ago

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Love Always, Your Best 🥀 (Eren x Black!F!Reader 18+ V-Day One Shot)

“Five years later, and I’m still your best, baby. Let me remind you why.

Pairing: Toxic Ex!Eren Jaeger x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which the person you loath most in this world and the best lover you’ve ever had, your very toxic ex-boyfriend Eren, suddenly shows up out of the blue one random night at the same restaurant you happen to be at with your new man on Valentine’s Day. He is newly single and on his bullshit. Unfortunately for you, that means he’ll stop at nothing to remind you of how his bedroom skills make up for his lack of relationship skills….hopefully.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Possessive & Obsessive!Eren; Sexual Tension; Alcohol & Marijuana Use; Drunk/High Sex; Dubcon/R*pe; Coercion; Cheating; MDom!Eren x fsub!Reader; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Messy Pussy-Eating; Doggystyle; Mating Press; Eren Got A Big Ol' Dick; Tattoos & Piercings Kink; (a little) Plug!Eren; Dirty Talk; Reader Cums 3x; Daddy Kink; Cum-Drunk!Reader; Eren Dickmatizes You; Dumbification; Cumshot; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: MY FIRST EREN FIC!!! EVERYBODY GET UP & CLAP!!! This is some very nasty, manipulative, lowdown, dirty, toxic sh!t as a warning. Something about Eren being a total dick is kinda hot to me lol. Enjoy!! 😘😘 -Jazz

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‘Oh, no,’ you think. The only thought you’ve had since you laid eyes on him seconds before.

Out of all of the places you would think of running into him, you never thought it would be here on this day of all days.

Your ex. Sitting at the bar. And not just any ex: your very toxic ex whom you broke up with five years ago because of his said ‘toxicity’. He is also the man you used to be head over heels for. Like completely head-in-the-clouds, singing-in-the-mirror in love with this man who happens to be the most obsessive, jealous, and emotionally unavailable man you have ever met.

And unfortunately for you, also the man who gave you the best dick you have ever had in your life.

As soon as you see him sitting at the bar nursing a Gin & Tonic, his veiny hand adorned with rings and ink that he always thought looked so much better wrapped around your neck, it is like being smacked dead in the face. Every one of the features that you adored–his shoulder-length black hair; his angular side profile; the piercings glittering in his ears, pink bottom lip, and right eyebrow–is like being shell-shocked over and over again.

“Oh, my God,” you blurt. You cannot stop yourself from saying it as you sit four tables away from him in the expensive restaurant you both occupy. The decor is adorned with red, pink, and white flowers, fine white tablecloths, and hanging lamps that glow a dim, romantic red for Valentine’s Day. You wore your favorite slim, sexy red dress for the occasion, but right now, you feel anything but sexy.

Your date and long-term boyfriend looks up from his menu, his forest-green eyes etched in concern. “What? What’s wrong?”

He, too, wore his Valentine’s Day best–a red sweater paired with an Armani blazer, designer slacks, and red bottom shoes. His hair, black and curly, is slicked back to show off his handsome features fit for a model…or a male nurse. Kaido is well-wanted at his job by almost every woman working in his hospital due to his dashing good looks and body worthy of drooling over, but as far as you’re concerned, he is tied down to you.

“O-Oh, nothing!” you immediately squeak, nervously laughing it off. Quickly, you come up with a lie to avoid explaining to Kaido about your ex whom you never told him about. “Sorry, I just saw a coworker and I can’t believe he’s here. He’s always an asshole to me.” You giggle again, hoping that this will help make things light, easy, and not at all awkward even though your body feels like it’s in fight or flight mode.

But it has the opposite effect. Immediately, Kaido begins looking around for him. “Really? Where is he? Maybe he needs to meet me.” You resist the urge to lurch across the table and cover his eyes. “No, no, Kaido, don’t! He’s an asshole to everyone.”

Kaido tuts, angrily taking a sip of the complimentary champagne you were given prior to sitting down before getting up, causing his chair to skid across the floor. The old couple sitting behind him stares at him in irritation. “Well, nobody treats my girl like that. You both work together, so—“

“Kaido, please stop,” you quietly huff, flushing with embarrassment. “You always do this.” Your boyfriend stares at you, alarmed. “Always do what?”

“Try to prove yourself to me,” you answer, irritation evident in your tone. “You don’t have to go out of your way to do that all the time.” You know it isn’t fair to get upset with him. It isn’t his fault that your ex-boyfriend has left you so shaken.

Kaido, still standing, scowls at you, offended. “So you’re mad because I want to defend you and be a good boyfriend to you?”

“No, that’s not…” Your words die in your throat, your heart pounding furiously in your chest. Now you feel horrible though there aren’t lies in your statement. Since you’ve been dating for over two years, Kaido has always gone out of his way to prove to you and himself that he is a great partner, somehow upping the last thing every single time.

Expensive gifts that you feel obligated to take. Romantic dates that you feel guilty for him taking you on. Constant phone calls and text messages that you often find yourself getting tired of receiving. You feel horrible for all of it because Kaido is such a sweet man. You couldn’t ask for anything more…could you?

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, moving your hand across the table to grab his. “I don’t wanna fight. I just don’t want to ruin tonight with bullshit like….him.” Your eyes flit across the room at Eren who licks the contents of his drink off of his upper lip, his tongue ring glinting in the dim, red light. The venom in your tone is evident.

Kaido’s eyes soften and he interlaces your fingers. “I’m sorry too. I just love you, Y/N, y’know?” He gives you a smile that is so adoring that it pains you. “I really do.”

You feel that familiar lump at the mention of the L-word fill your throat, making it hard to even smile. “I—“

“And here are your drinks!” The waitress has returned with your drinks, acting as an angel who has come to save you in your hour of need. “A Moscow Mule and a glass of our finest wine.” She lowers your Moscato down in front of you, crisp and ready to be consumed. “Are you ready to order?” she asks, taking her notepad out.

“Yes!” you immediately chirp, digging into your menu for appetizers and a main course. It is the perfect distraction from having to lie to Kaido and say “I love you”.

Though you and Kaido have been together for two years, first meeting when you came in for nausea pills after a stomach flu, you haven’t said the L-word to him yet. He said it last year after he took you to your city’s annual Christmas lights festival and confessed under the most beautiful blue and white lights you’ve seen in your life. It was magical. It was romantic. It was the absolute wrong time.

“You don’t have to say it back yet,” he said, noticing your saddened and guilty expression. “Just tell me when you’re ready.” But you haven’t been ready for over two years now. And you’re not sure if you ever will. You care so deeply for Kaido, but you don’t think you’re in love with him. You can’t see him in your life forever the way you should.

Not like a certain someone. After you order your food, Kaido is busy putting in his order when you take a sip of your Moscato. You already had a glass of champagne, so maybe more alcohol isn’t a good idea because your eyes begin trailing. And they trail right over to Eren.

He looks so different yet the same. It is an odd mixture, but regardless, he still gives you the same butterflies that feel so new to you. You don’t think you even got butterflies when you first started dating Kaido. They are the same stupid, annoying, fluttery tingles that you got when you met Eren for the first time.

And then he turns and looks at you. Those intoxicating, enchanting, sinful teal eyes lock onto yours from across the restaurant. And instantly, you are taken back to five years ago when it was just him and you, and nothing else.

You were young and naive as one is during their first year of college. You were overworked and underpaid at your little part-time job to pay for school, so your friend introduced you to her plug. She walked you to Eren’s dorm where he answered his door in nothing but gray sweats with Paramore blasting in the background. He had less tattoos then, but was still everything your parents didn’t like: cool, aloof, didn’t give a single fuck, and sold weed to put himself through college and fund his tattoo business.

“Hey, Eren!” your friend greeted. “This is my friend, Y/N. She’s looking to buy a dime bag.” Her plug took one lazy look at you, his eyes rolling up your body, and you felt supremely exposed in your thin cardigan and hip-hugging jeans. As if noticing he got you, he smiled his award-winning Eren smile. “Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, his voice silky. “Lemme get you two a drink.”

After that day, he was in your phone as your personal weed plug. The more you started visiting his dorm and the more he showed up at yours delivering personal baggies of weed, the more you got to know each other. It didn’t take long for the attraction to bloom and soon, you were falling hard for the boy.

He was your first love. The one you wanted to be with forever. You felt so safe in his arms, snuggled up in his dorm during free periods, catching the smoke rings he would make with his mouth between your lips. He gave you your first tattoo–a tiny heart between your breasts. “So I’m there forever,” he whispered, kissing you gently as he laid numbing cream on the fresh tattoo.

Eren was always has good of a dick plug as he was a weed plug and tattoo artist. He gave you the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. There were plenty times you skipped classes to get put into his mattress instead, filling his walls with the sound of your moans and the headboard knocking against the wall. When you broke up, your nights were filled with endless fantasies of his long, fat dick in your mouth and filling up your aching pussy, making you delirious enough to want to call him.

But Eren was also very toxic, jealous, and possessive. All to the point where it drove you crazy. He hated when you wore revealing clothes. He shot shady glances at men that even looked your way. He couldn’t stand any of your male friends and made it clear that you were his by leaving love bites on your neck. He would show up to your job or while you were out with friends, completely unannounced and uninvited.

You often got into fights over this which ended up hot, mindblowing sex that often fizzled out all of your anger…until one night a month before you graduated uni. After dating on and off for four years throughout school, you and Eren came to a standstill as graduation approached and you snagged your dream position in a city two hours away from home.

That was the night you broke up with Eren after a dick appointment. You didn’t tell him the news until after you got your nut. In retrospect, that probably wasn’t a good idea because of course, Eren was pissed. “You didn’t think to tell me this before the sex?” he scoffed, sitting on the edge of your bed in his boxers.

“I didn’t know how, Eren,” you argued, sitting naked under your sheets. “As soon as you got here, you had your dick out!” That’s when the argument started, heated and loud, and that’s when you realized that you had to end your chapter with him right there.

That made Eren even angrier. “You’re actin’ like I can’t come over there to visit you,” he snapped as you hastily got dressed. “Or I can just move there! Do you not want me there?” He gave you that hurt look that often got you feeling guilty, but you couldn’t do it anymore.

“Don’t do that, Eren, please,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I just don’t want for you to have to give up your life here just for something that may not work.”

Realizing your mistake, your stomach lurched. But it was too late: Eren was wounded. “Why wouldn’t it?” he asked, his voice small and distant. You hurt him. You stood there, feeling like you were holding the gun and he was the target. “Because….because….”

Because you’re toxic. Possessive. Jealous. Dangerous for me because of that dick.

“Because I want a fresh start,” you lied. “And I can’t do that if I’m tied to you.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened, the anger radiating off of him in waves. “Tied to me?” he parroted, scoffing with a dry laugh. “So what? I’m like some kind of dead weight you need to get rid of?” You looked away, unable to see the hurt in his eyes. “Fine then,” he deadpaned, “but you know you won’t forget me. And I won’t forget you either, Y/N.”

And you never did. When he left that night, he took all of the joy and love with him. Even though he called and texted you for days after, you never answered, instead drowning yourself in finals and arrangements to move. After some time, the contact stopped and you went your separate ways. You never heard from or saw Eren again…until now. Now that you’ve moved back home and met a new man, here he is again.

“Let’s exchange gifts!” Kaido suddenly exclaims. You blink, pulled out of your memories, and look down to see a white box in front of you. Quickly, you fish his gift out of your bag and pass it to him with the brightest smile you can muster. “You can open yours first.”

Kaido grins and opens the tiny red gift bag, fishing the digital Amazon watch out of it. “It’s not quite an Apple Watch, but it’s close! You can download apps on it and it checks your blood pressure.” You wanted to buy the most pricey gift you could afford, hoping to accommodate for all of the expensive gifts he has given you.

Kaido cocks his head to the side like you’re a cute little puppy. “You’re too cute,” he tuts. “Now open mine!” You take a sip of wine before doing so and your smile drops at the sight of the 24k gold chain sitting inside the box. “Kaido,” you gasp. “Is it–”

“Real?” he chuckles, smiling proudly at you. “Yes, baby, it is. Let me put it on you.” He moves from his seat and comes behind you, gingerly taking the chain from the box to fasten it around your neck. As he does, Eren turns in his stool and watches, sipping on his Gin & Tonic. His face is unreadable and that angers you. Why is he even looking? Why is he even here?

And why the hell do you care?

Kaido’s hands brush your neck as he finishes and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Gorgeous,” he whispers. “Just like I knew it’d be. Now, everyone knows that you’re mine.” Eren sips his drink again and the corner of his lips lift in a crooked smile. The same smirk that melted you.

Suddenly, you are overwhelmed. The restaurant has become too hot and too small. You feel like a giant Alice in a too-small room after eating the wrong cookie. Once Kaido sits down, you stand up like your ass is on fire. “U-Um…I’m gonna go pee real quick,” you say. “This wine is goin’ right through me.” You give Kaido a quick reassuring kiss on the lips before you make a beeline to the bathroom…but you don’t go in.

Instead, you find the nearest exit and go out for some much-needed fresh air. The air is bitter cold, tinged with winter, but you let it cool your clammy skin in your red cocktail dress. Standing on the restaurant’s patio, you breathe in and out slowly, calming yourself. In and out…in and out…in–

“Cold out here,” a familiar voice comments. “Where’s your coat?” The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Of course, Eren follows you the very moment you’re alone. Of course, you’re the only two out here.

You shouldn’t turn around, but you do. Like some kind of dark angel, he stands in the silvery glow of the moonlight, the light washing over his porcelain skin, black sweater, and jeans.

His name is inked on your tongue just like the tattoo he gave you, still implanted between your cleave: “Eren.” You don’t say it happily or with venom. You just say it.

But it’s enough to get Eren to smile. “Hey, you,” he greets you. “It’s been a long time.” You hate that he speaks to you as if you’re old friends. You’re not. “Why are you out here?” you scoff. Eren’s handsome face turns cold. “So that’s how you’re gonna talk to me after five years and actin’ like you ain’t know me in there?”

Here we fucking go. “You shouldn’t have followed me out here,” you say, your tone firm.

He shrugs, placing one inked hand in his pocket. “Just wanted to see if you were okay. You looked…startled, ‘specially when dude gave you that pretty chain.” He digs a Marbolo box out of his pocket. He still smokes after all of this time. When he lights that damn thing and his pink lips form an O around a smoke ring, you realize that you still find it attractive after all of this time as well.

The air is silent yet tense between you with unsaid words. “So you’re back in the city,” he states, his eyes gleaming at you. “When’d you come back? I thought you left for that big girl job.”

“I did, but it didn’t work out, so I came home last year.” You notice that his jaw is tight. “Are you mad I didn’t tell you?” you accusingly ask, squinting at him.

Eren scoffs as if the idea is preposterous. “Why would I be? We haven’t talked in, like, five years. Things changed…clearly.” He takes another drag of his smoke, blowing a steady stream out into the cold air.

“What does that mean?” you ask, unable to stop yourself from becoming agitated. What the hell is he getting at here? He passively shrugs like it should be obvious. “I just meant you’ve got a new man. He seems nice.” You sense bitterness, but you don’t comment on it. You don’t feel like turning this into something heated.

“So what of you?” you question, leaning against the wooden bar of the patio. “You still at the tattoo shop? Are you seein’ anyone new now?”

Eren smirks at you, quirking his pierced brow. “Well, aren’t you interested?” he chuckles. Still a teasing shit. You turn to leave, but he stops you with a hand on your elbow. “Hey, hey, I’m just kidding! I own the shop now and no, nobody new. I was seein’ someone for about two years, but it didn’t work out.”

You stare at him closely, trying to decode if he’s telling the truth or not…but then again, Eren was never a liar. A toxic asshole, yes, but never a liar. “So what happened?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest to hide yourself (and your hard nipples from the frigid air). “Did you do something? Did she?”

Eren shakes his head like you got it wrong and flicks his cig down on the ground. “Nah, it was a joint decision.” Knowing you need more meat than that, he sighs and snubs his cigarette out under his foot. “She thought I wasn’t the relationship type,” he explains with a dry smile on his face.

‘You weren’t,’ you think. ‘You still aren’t. That was why we broke up.’ You wonder briefly if he was as toxic with the mystery ex as he was with you. You wonder if he was as possessive and damn near yandere with her as he was with you the entirety of your relationship.

Eren gives you a strange look, his teal eyes turning into slits as he squints at you. You lean back a bit, alarmed and confused by his sudden interest in your face. “I’m detecting somethin’,” he points out. “You wanna talk about this?” He doesn’t elaborate on what he means by ‘this’, but he doesn’t have to. The last thing you want to talk about is anything about your or his new relationships. “Not really,” you huff. “Sorry, but I need to go.”

You know the more you are out here with him, the worse this situation will get. But as you go to pass him to enter the restaurant again, Eren gently grabs your hand. You whip around, trying to tug yourself away. “What are you doing?” you demand. “Eren, don’t.”

But he doesn’t let go and his firm yet burning expression tells you that he isn’t letting anything go. “You don’t really love that guy,” he says, accusingly so. “I can tell. The minute he put that necklace on you, you looked like you wanted to hide under the table and never come back out.”

You glare daggers at him, angered. “How dare you?” you hiss, ripping your hand from his. “You don’t know me anymore, Eren, and you clearly didn’t know me back then! I was looking for real, genuine love, but you clearly couldn’t give me that ‘cause of your shit. You’ve got issues.”

Eren’s eyes flash with something that you can’t decipher, but you know it ain’t nice. “And you don’t?” he scoffs. “You’re sittin’ there pretendin’ to play ‘love-struck girlfriend’ with a dude you ain’t even in love with. I could see it a mile away.” He moves closer to you until he is practically looming over you, making your heart jump. “You forget I know you, Y/N: I know your body too well.”

He gently traces a finger down your arm, sending goose pimples all over you. “Get off,” you whisper-hiss. You shove him by his chest and he lets you, stepping away to allow you space. “I’m not doing this with you. Ever.” Quickly, you yank open the door and head back into the restaurant, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You know he is still staring at you as you retreat, but you don’t dare look back.

Even when you sit back down with Kaido, your body won’t relax and you still feel on edge. You barely even notice that your food is here. Kaido looks up from his sea bass, worried. “Hey, that was a long trip,” he comments. “You alright?” You grip your wine and take a much-needed sip to calm your nerves. “Y-Yeah,” you stammer. “I just–”

And then suddenly, your ex is there again. You see his tatted hand by your shoulder, holding the arm of your chair, and you nearly jump out of your skin. His arrival is like a damn jumpscare in a horror movie, smile and all. “Don’t mean to interrupt the V-Day date here,” he chuckles, standing among you and Kaido. “Just wanted to say it’s nice to see you again, Y/N, and I’m glad you’re happy.”

His smile is supposed to be kind and warm, but his eyes tell you everything you need to know: he still isn’t over you and he intends to make himself known to your new man. You sit as rigid as a board, unable to breathe properly. Kaido confusedly looks between you and Eren. “Who’s this, babe?” he asks, all innocent and cluseless. But you can’t say it. You can’t even breathe. “I’m Eren,” your ex replies, holding a hand out to Kaido. “An old friend of hers.” The two men firmly shake. “We go waaay back, don’t we, Y/N?”

Eren turns to you, his smile turning into a crooked, teasing smirk that makes you want to toss your Moscato in his face. “Uh…yeah,” you squeak. “It was nice to see you again.” You offer him a tight smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He slowly moves towards you and bends down, making your blood pressure shoot through the roof.

“You too,” he whispers and his lips ghost your cheek in a slight kiss. His hand rests somewhere at his side, undetectable. Though you try to fight it, his lips and the closeness of his body brings your entire body to life and you suddenly feel things that Kaido–your Kaido–has never made you feel before.

Eren then straightens and gives a respectful nod to Kaido. “Enjoy your dinner.” And like a thief in the night, he is gone, walking towards the bar to grab his leather jacket and leaving the restaurant. You watch him, your eyes drawn to him like a moth to a flame, as your body burns…and your pussy aches. “Well, he had some cool ink,” Kaido laughs. “Those gages were gruesome though.”

He goes back to eating his dinner like everything is normal while his girlfriend is sitting across from him, aroused for another man. Roughly swallowing more wine, you take your napkin from the table and unfold it to lay in your lap. As you do, a folded piece of paper tumbles out of your napkin and into your lap.

You already know how it got there. With shaky hands, you unfold it and read the note written there for you, including a phone number:

If you decide you want a real romantic night, call me. I know you deleted my number. – Love Always, Your Best

You nearly throw up the rest of your dinner as you stare at Eren’s handwriting. You barely can swallow your food despite the tiny pieces you cut it up in. Luckily, dinner ends abruptly because Kaido gets irritated by the drunk businessmen sitting at the bar behind him and pays the tab.

By the this time, you’ve drunk more than you chewed, so the wine and champagne are making you feel bubbly, light, and sexy. You hang onto Kaido’s shoulder as he walks you outside, your trench wrapped tightly around you. “Thank you for dinner tonight,” you purr. “I have dessert back at my place…and ice cream.”

Kaido turns to you, his eyes alight from your secret meaning. You smile and lean in for a kiss to coax him back to your apartment, but his ringtone stops you. Irritated, Kaido swears and pulls it out of his pocket, becoming more agitated at the message there. “Shit,” he huffs. “M’sorry, babe, but that’s the office. They want me to come in for a last-minute triage.”

You blink at him, confused. “But I thought you were free tonight. You took off for the day, right?” That is what he told you at the beginning of the week when he made the reservations. Kaido gives you a sheepish look and you realize he “bended” the truth. “Only for a few hours,” he sighs. “I didn’t think they’d need me.”

You can already feel disappointment twisting in your gut. “But it’s Valentine’s Day,” you argue. “Why are you going to work on a day meant for us?”

Kaido sighs, already sounding irritated with you. “Babe, I’m sorry, but don’t get so worked up. You shouldn’t feel too bad…I mean, things are still one-sided between us.”

You detect the switch-up in his tone immediately. “What does that mean?” you scoff. Kaido looks away, refusing to look at you, but that sour expression stays locked on his face. “What?” you push. “Because I haven’t said ‘I love you’ yet?” Kaido doesn’t answer nor does he look at you. Those actions are all the answers you need: he is angry you haven’t uttered those three little words yet.

Suddenly, tonight feels like shit and so do you. “Kaido, I told you before: I care about you so deeply, but it’s too early for me,” you say, exasperated. “I’ll only say it when I’m ready.”

“Then when will that be?” he demands, finally looking at you. The hurt in them is clear. “It’s been a year, Y/N! How long do you need to know that you love someone?” You are stunned into silence and suddenly, you feel like crying. How could he spur this on you now of all nights?

Kaido’s phone rings again and he sighs, running a hand through his curly hair. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

You don’t say anything to him, too afraid of breaking out into sobs or cussing him out. Instead, you stay quiet as he drives you home and it is by far the most uncomfortable moment you’ve ever experienced. You’ve never been so happy to be in your crib alone when Kaido leaves after dropping you off.

You kick off your heels, drape your coat over the couch, and slump on the couch. You feel trashy. Unsexy. Lonely. The alcohol only intensifies your shitty feelings until you want to crawl out of yourself and hide. So what do you do instead of taking your ass to bed? You dig Eren’s note out of your pocket, which you kept instead of throwing away, and get your phone…but you stop from dialing his number.

‘Don’t do it,’ a tiny voice in your head says. The voice of reason. Your thumb hovers above your phone screen as you teeter-totter between right and wrong.

In the end, you ignore the voice of reason, the loneliness and wine speaking for you, and dial his number. You put your phone on speaker, not wanting to fuck up your makeup and wait in anticipation for the ringing to stop. After the fourth one, it does. “Hello?” he asks. His silky voice fills your living space.

“It’s me,” you exhale. You can’t even speak properly. After all of these years, he has this effect on you still? “I know,” he replies and you wonder if he’s been anticipating your call. “How you doin’? You okay?” You pause for a moment, your muddled mind not processing the situation properly.

“You wanna come over?” The words fly out of you before you can stop yourself. Eren pauses for a moment and the silence is so damn loud. “Do you want me to come over, Y/N?” he asks. Once again, the very dangerous word flies out of you: “Yes.”

Eren inhales slightly as if he can’t believe you’re agreeing to this. You can’t believe it either. “Tell me the address,” he demands, his tone heady with need. You tell him and you can hear his car keys jingling. “I’ll be there in ten.” And then the call is done. You sit there, wondering what the hell just happened, and what the hell you just did.

You just invited your very toxic ex over to your place. On Valentine’s Day. The reality about how bad you fucked up hits you like a truck. You need to stop this. You need to call him back right now and–

Ding-dong! Your Ring alerts you to someone at your door and your pulse jumps. Ten minutes passed already? Slowly, you get up from the couch and walk over to the door, your feet softly padding across the hardwood. “Who is it?” you ask.

“Who do you think?” Eren replies, a smile in his voice. “I’m here to rob you.” You briefly contemplate leaving the door shut, but you open it anyway. There he stands in his clothes from tonight, holding a bottle of watermelon margarita mix. “I brought some stuff for the occasion.” He slips a Ziploc bag out of his pocket. Inside it are papers, a lighter, and a small baggie of marijuana.

You stare nervously at the smoke contents and then at him. Noticing your reluctance, Eren frowns. “I’m not gon’ do anythin’, Y/N. I’m not here for none of that…just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He patiently stands there, letting you decide for yourself whether to let him in or not. Finally, against your better judgment, you open your door wider and allow him to step inside, his cologne curling into your nostrils.

For the next thirty minutes, you and Eren drink and get high as kites. He places his shoes by the door and makes himself at home on your couch before rolling a blunt on your coffee table. You watch his expert fingers roll, twist, and pinch as you sip on a glass of the sweet, tequila-infused margarita mix, becoming drunker and drunker with every sip and suddenly wanting Eren to lick you the way he licks the blunt closed.

After that, you pass the blunt back and forth between one another, talking about the past and giggling about stupid shit. The tension in the room ebbs as the air becomes thick with the scent of pungent weed and the sound of Daniel Caesar playing from your Amazon Echo sitting in your kitchen. It is as if things never changed between you two. Things are still the same, but better because you’re both adults now.

Eren sits back into the cushions, puffing on the blunt. “So what happened?” he asks. His teal eyes are slitted and slightly red from the smoke fumes. You know you’re not that much hotter. You feel like you’re falling out of your dress. “He went to work tonight, so I got mad, so we had a public fight.” You shrug, sipping your drink while Eren pulls a disgusted face. “He went to work on Valentine’s Day? I’ve never done that to anyone before.” Smoke billows from between his pierced lips as he passes you the blunt. “How’d you even meet him?”

You roll your eyes, but tell him anyway as you take a puff of the blunt. The smoke and the alcohol have begun to make you feel looser. So loose that you could lose the dress if you wanted to. “That’s so clichè,” he laughs. “Super corny…but you always did like that cutesy shit. It’s one of the reasons why I loved you so much.”

You don’t stumble on the L-word like you would’ve if you were sober. “That was a looong time ago,” you chuckle. You go to pass the blunt to him but nearly spill your glass on yourself. “Whoops, careful, baby,” he says, laying a hand on your back to help you. “You nearly spilled that on your couch.”

You make the mistake of looking at him then and suddenly, you realize just how handsome Eren is: a sharp jawline with an angular-shaped face, soft lips, and intoxicating eyes. He’s so close. His gaze falls to your lips as his Adam’s Apple bobs and it snaps you back into reality.

“No,” you gasp, pushing yourself away from him. “This was a bad idea. You should go.” you nearly stumble as you stand, but you manage to save yourself. “What?” he asks, confused. “But I just got here. I thought we were talkin’.”

“We did talk,” you snap, moving to the door. “Now you need to go before…” You stop talking before you say something that will get you in trouble. Instead, you turn the knob to your door, but Eren’s hand stops you. You gasp and turn around, realizing that he somehow transitioned from the couch to you in a few seconds. “Before what?” he pushes. “Before you do somethin’ you know you wanna do?”

He looms over you, his hand on your wrist, completely in your personal space. “Eren, don’t,” you whisper. “Please leave.” You try to twist yourself away from him, but his other hand holds your waist. “I can’t,” he murmurs. “Not until you admit that I’m what you need. You know you don’t love that guy.” Because you’re so short, he bends his knees slightly to reach you, his lips ghosting your cheek. “He can’t make you feel how I can.”

He presses a kiss there that electrifies you. Those electric kisses travel down to your neck, sensitive and personal. “Eren,” you weakly moan. “Don’t do this.” You press your hands to his chest, wanting to push him away, but your body is too weak. Too tired. “Don’t push me away, baby,” he sighs. “Don’t deny yourself.”

And then his lips, soft and slightly cold from lip piercing, are on yours. His kiss is deep. Passionate. Personal. It makes your heart explode and your mind melt into a puddle—not at all how Kaido’s kisses are. They are just as addictive as they were in the past. And so you kiss him back. Your fingers clench his shoulders as his hands caress your ass, squeezing the globes over the fabric.

“I fucking hate you,” you growl. He smirks against your lips, gently sucking on your bottom lip.

“No, you don’t,” he replies. And you don’t. You can’t. And you hate that. Despite all of his bullshit, you still love his kiss. His touch. His sex.

He pulls you close to him, making you feel the bulge pressing against his jeans. You gasp against his lips, a spark of pleasure exploding in your core. “Tell me what you want,” he demands, his lips coating your throat. His teeth graze there, leaving little lovebites that you’ll surely cuss him out for later. “Fuck me,” you beg. “And then leave.”

He pulls away, his eyes ablaze with lust, and slams his mouth against yours again. “Where the fuck is your bedroom?” he mutters against your lips.

Suddenly, your legs are wrapped around his waist and your arms are intertwined around his shoulders as he carries you to your bedroom, his footsteps quick in stride. Your tongues swirl and your lips caress one another as you kiss, indulging in each other’s taste and the moans you give and receive. Finally, Eren makes it to your bedroom and slams the door shut with the back of his foot before placing you on the edge of your bed.

Everything moves in flashes like some kind of movie with scenes missing: your dress comes off; your bra is unclasped and replaced with Eren’s hands massaging and molding your tits; his shirt comes off, exposing his muscles, pierced, tan nipples, and scatterings of tattoos adoring his porcelain skin. His eyes are ablaze with lust as he kneels before you between your thighs, his big hands massaging them. “Lemme see you,” he murmurs.

Slowly, your knees part, and your pussy is exposed to him. A slow smirk stretches across his lips as he gazes up at you. No panties. You were planning this but Kaido, but you guess your ex works too. “God, I’ve missed this,” he sighs. “Look how wet she is fa’ me.”

He takes two fingers and swirls them over your clit before moving down over your slit, gentle yet effective. You gasp at the soft contact, pleasure exploding all over your body. “Eren, c’mon,” you whine. “Please.” His gaze darkens, damn near feral, as he opens your legs wider, pinning them apart. “Don’t move,” he demands and then he’s diving down between your thighs.

One thing about Eren that you always loved is how he eats pussy. He goes crazy with your shit, alternating between long, slow licks and quick lashes against your clit that make your eyes roll back and your toes curl. His magical, wet mouth and soft lips suckle on the needy button of your clit, soaking your pussy in his saliva that he slurps back up with no problem or disgust. When his tongue finally dips back between your slit, you nearly lose it. “F-Fuck!” you gasp. “Eren, yes! Go deeper!”

Your fingers grasp his long, black locks for dear life, pushing him deeper into your pussy. But he manages to look up to give you a cocky smile. “If you’re louder for me, sure.” Smug motherfucker.

He continues to give you long strokes of his tongue, the cold metal of his piercing melting against the hot, wet, spongy walls of your pussy and somehow making everything more sensitive. “Fuck, please!” you sob. “Please, please fuckin’ give it to me!”

Tears soak your lashes, threatening to fall down your cheeks. This feels too good. It’s almost painful. Eren smiles and proceeds to tongue-fuck you, his nose nuzzling against your clit as he dips his tongue in and out of your hole.

Your moans bounce off of the walls, loud and brazen, unable to be contained. Eren pulls away with a moan as he gazes down at your glittering, sobbing wet pussy. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he groans against your clit. “She’s mine, isn’t she? Only mine?”

Smack! “Oh!” you gasp as his hand comes down onto your clit, smacking it hard. “Fuckin’ tell me what I wanna hear,” he growls. “Tell me that this pussy is mine.” Smack! Smack! You buck from the pleasurable sting, nearly cumming from his calloused palm wetly smacking your cunt.

“I-It’s yours!” you gasp. “It’s yours, Daddy, I swear!”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your clit. “Good girl,” he coos. “Now cum for me so I can finally fuck that mouth.” He goes right back to tonguing you down with a mission, swiping his nose against your clit as he eats you out so good that you see stars. He moves his jaw with every intention of making you cum. “Do it, mama,” he begs, his words slightly muffled by your sticky cunt. “Cum for me. Give it all to me.”

And you do. You can’t help it. You are controlled by him like a puppet is by her master and with every string he pulls, he makes you gush around his tongue. He greedily moans and laps at all of the cream you give him, gulping it down like a starved man as you moan and call his name to the ceiling, massaging your tits in the throes of your pleasure as you do.

When you finally calm and your back straightens from its arch, Eren pulls away, his lips shining with your juices. “Missed that shit,” he sighs. “Missed you so much.” He bends down to swoop you up in a deep, messy kiss, forcing you to taste yourself. When he pulls away, he is as feral and demanding as he was before. “Sit up, take off my clothes, and open that pretty mouth up fa’ me.”

Despite your brain still trying to reboot from that orgasm and your limbs feeling like spaghetti, you still do as he says. You sit up on the bed and allow him to kneel in front of you, his crotch right in your face. He watches as you peel off his pants and underwear while he toes off his socks, soon leaving himself completely naked. You admire his toned muscles, your hands gliding down his stomach to his V-line and muscular thighs. Oh, how you’ve missed his body.

And how you’ve really missed his cock. He is so hung. So long. So curved, the tip nearly kissing his lower stomach. With a crooked smile, he wraps a hand around his throbbing cock and gently taps it against your chin. Just how you like it. Your jaw falls open and your tongue rolls out, allowing him to tap his head, sticky with pre, against it.

“You remember how I like it, mama?” he asks. “Or do I need to refresh your memory?”

More or less, you do need a memory jogger. But once he’s got that big, long, beautiful cock in your mouth, you are taken back to your dorm years when you used to bob your head for your life giving him top between free periods. His dick stretches out your mouth just the way you remember as he settles on your tongue, his hips slowly rolling against your chin.

“Fuck yes, that’s it,” he moans. “Fuckin’ fuck, I’ve missed this pretty mouth.” He peers down at you with those teal eyes, one hand in your hair while the other cascades down between your open thighs. “Wanna take me deeper, ma? Think my fingers will help you?”

You feel his long fingers prying your pussy lips open and slipping between them to glide along your slit. You moan around Eren’s cock as your pussy pulses and throbs in pleasure, the act somehow making your jaw stretch wider. His fingers then slip into your slippery, velvety-soft pussy while he sinks his cock deep into your throat. “Mmmm!” you moan, the pathetic sound muffled by his cock.

He grins as he begins to fuck your face, ruining your makeup and causing spit to drip down your chin as he fingers you. “That’s it: moan around my cock, baby. I can hear you just fine.” He smirks, curling his fingers upward and making your toes curl as pleasure shocks you to your core. “I can hear somethin’ else too. You’re so fuckin’ wet…”

You concur, your ears perking at the sound of his fingers squelching inside of your sloppy pussy that just keeps drooling and creaming around his long, inked fingers. His cock is just as drenched in your mouth, making wet sounds every time he plunges into your throat, his balls flush against your chin. Every saccharine moan and grunt that leaves his lips pushes you closer to the edge of another orgasm that ripples on the surface.

Eren slips his cock out of your mouth to stroke it furiously in your face, entranced by your moans as he finger-fucks you. “E-Eren!” you warn. “Eren, baby, fuck, I’m gonna cum again!”

Suddenly, the pleasure ceases as he slips his fingers, slick with your juices, out of you. “Uh-uh,” he growls. “Not yet. Not till I’m inside of you.” He brings his fingers up to your mouth and you obediently suck on them, rolling your tongue around his digits. “I’m not finished with you yet, baby, and I know you’re not finished with me.”

He takes you and tosses you back onto the bed, making you bounce against the mattress. Then he is yanking you close by your ankles and hiking your thighs up over his hips, your pretty toes contrasting with his lighter skin tone. “After all, I’ve gotta remind you who fucks you the best. Five years later, and I’m still your best, baby. Let me remind you why. ”

He gives you a shit-eating smile before he takes his cock and–

“Oh, my God!” you gasp, your eyes blown and your mouth agape. As soon as he is inside of you, stretching you, bottoming out in your pussy, you feel like you’re soaring and flying through the heavens. The ecstasy is monumental, opening up your senses in a way where you feel like you were just bit by a radioactive spider. You can taste the sweat on Eren’s tongue; hear every ragged breath he takes as he pumps himself into you; see every vein pulse in his pecs and neck; feel his body throb as you grip his forearms, pectorales, and shoulders.

He stares deep into your eyes as he drills your cunt into the bed, giving you deep, long strokes that make your toes curl and your body writhe in need for more. “And who fucks you the best?” he breathlessly asks. His hand snatches out to grab your throat, massaging it in time with his strokes. “Say it to me nice an’ clear, baby. Tell Daddy who owns you.”

He squeezes your throat a little harder, applying extra pressure to intensify the pleasure you’re swimming in. “You!” you loudly sob. “You do, Daddy! Fuck, just like that, Eren! Please keep fucking me just like that!” You would gladly tell him anything for him to keep fucking you so good. Fat tears soak your lashes sticky with ruined mascara as moans, whimpers, and gasps pass your lips wiped clean of lipgloss.

Eren gives you that very Eren grin–cocky and prideful. Because he knows he’s killing that shit. He releases your throat and applies both hands beside your head to give himself support before thrusting a little faster, his hips rolling in a way that makes his pelvis brush against your clit. “Just like this?” he teases, his hair and chain tickling your face. “Is that good for you, babe?”

You can’t even answer him. The entire English language has been wiped clean from your brain. All because of his cock. His sex. His everything. The way sounds he makes, the heady scent of his cologne, and the lewd sounds of his skin slapping against yours pull you over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy, making your eyes flutter shut and your jaw grow slack. “Cum for me,” he demands. “C’mon, baby, do it again. Gimme that fuckin’ cum.”

He goes faster, harder, drilling your pussy into the bed as if he is trying to win an award doing so. The award is your orgasm which is explosive and intense. “OH!” you shout as you unravel around Eren’s cock. Your moans are loud and desperate as your pussy squeezes around the cock inside of you, your walls clenching and pulsing, giving Eren a hard time trying to hold himself back from a nut.

But not yet. He can’t leave this here. His face flushed and his hair in his face, he pulls his slick cock out of you as you buck and twitch from your orgasm. “Not done,” he growls. “Not done with you yet.”

Suddenly, as quick as a flash, you are on your stomach and Eren is behind you, forcing you onto your hands and knees. Your arms feel like jelly, so all you can do is press your face into the bed as your ass is hiked up for him. He gives it a couple of harsh smacks–Smack! Smack! Smack!–before his cock is slowly sinking back inside of you. “E-Eren, wait!” you squeak. “I’m t-too sensitive!”

His laugh is breathless and enraging. He loves seeing you in agony. “Don’t worry: I won’t go fast.” He presses kisses to your back as he begins to slowly roll his hips into your ass. “Just relax for me, mama. You’re in good hands.”

And then plap-plap-plap go the sounds in the room as he fucks you from behind. Your ass jiggles and claps against his thighs as he gives you deep thrusts that make your pussy melt around him and your clit excitedly jump from the stimulation. “Eren,” you whimper. “Please, please, please!”

Evidently, you’re louder than you thought you were, causing Eren to tut. “You’re so loud, baby…I’ll have to fix that.” He yanks you up and his hand pushes your face to turn to the side, allowing him to give you a deep kiss that steals all of the air out of your lungs just as his cock does. “That’s it,” he coos. “Just enjoy this for me, baby. Lemme give you what you need.”

Then you’re back onto the bed, your face in the mattress and your moans swallowed by the sheets as the man above you fucks you absolutely dumb. You don’t know which way is up and which is down. The world spins around you, dizzying yet intoxicating, the sex you’re receiving turning you inside out.

“So slutty,” Eren chuckles above you, rolling his hips as he sinks his cock deep inside of your wet, heavenly hole. “Just listen to all the sounds you’re makin’ for me. Bet your man couldn’t make you sound like this.” He leans down to press himself fully against you, his pelvis brushing against your ass. “Y’know, I never forgot about you,” he whispers. “I never stopped lovin’ you, Y/N.”

His soft lips begin to caress your neck and shoulders before he picks both himself and you up, giving himself a chance to prop his leg up. The new position leaves you a moaning, sobbing mess, your pussy suddenly having no choice in the matter of cumming again. You grab the sheets so tight that your knuckles turn white as you feel your third orgasm cresting. “Eren,” you moan. “Oh, fuck, m’gonna…gonna…!”

“Yeah?” he teasingly asks. “You wanna cum all over this dick again, huh?” He wrenches your head back with his hand on your chin. “Then tell me that you love me. Tell me you love it when I fuck you.”

“I-I…” Your mind is moving a million miles a second, the pleasure leaving a thick fog in front of your sense of reality. You know you shouldn’t, but the way Eren fucks you is too good to resist telling him anything he doesn’t wish to hear: “I love you,” you whisper, the forbidden words passing your lips. “I love you so much, Daddy! I love it when you fuck me! You do it so good!”

You feel him smile against your cheek, his other hand gripping your ass as you begin to furiously rub at your clit, your fingers slipping and sliding along the rosebud. “Now tell me that you’re gonna leave that asshat for me.”

The fog clears a bit and it is enough for you to process what he just said. “W-What?” you stammer. “Eren–”

He roughly bends you over, cutting you off, and gives your ass a harsh smack that sends your clit into a frenzy. “Say it,” he orders. “Say it and I’ll let you cum. Tell me you’re gonna break up with him as soon as tonight is over.” Harder. Faster. His thrusts grow more intense than ever, making it a point to make you so insane and so desperate that you fall apart at the seams.

“Say it!” he bellows. “Fuckin’ say it!”

Tears soak the sheets and officially ruin your makeup as your self-control leaves you. You know that you are about to commit the ultimate betrayal just to get your nut. “I’ll leave!” you sob. “I’ll leave him for you, Daddy! I love you so, so much!”

The laugh that leaves Eren’s mouth is evil, damn near entering villain territory. “I love you too, baby,” he laughs. “Now cum for me like a good girl.” All it takes is a few more of those luscious, mind-blowing thrusts until you are cumming uncontrollably around his cock once more, screaming into the bed as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

Eren moves faster, fucking your cum-soaked pussy with vigor to chase his own high, massaging and palming your ass as he does. He then pulls himself out of you and furiously strokes his dick against your butt, the sounds of his hand stroking his wet cock drifting in the air. “Fuck, fuck!” he grunts before he lets out a series of luscious moans as ropes of cum spurt from his cock and onto your asscheeks.

You tiredly whimper as you feel warm spurts of his spunk hit your skin, signaling the end for the both of you. Your body and pussy throb in tandem from the session, your skin soaked in sweat, the air heedy with the scent of sex. Eren raggedly exhales and collapses next to you onto his stomach. His hand slides across your back, running gently down your spine. “That’s my sexy fuckin’ baby,” he coos.

You can’t say anything back. Exhaustion has taken over and suddenly, so has sleep. You don’t make a fuss as Eren pulls you up the bed and helps you under the covers, the cool sheets settling across your damp skin. You feel his body next to yours, the scent of his sweat and cologne filling your nostrils. Your cheek rests against his chest as his hand tangles in your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp. “Sleep now. I’ll be seein’ you soon.”

You don’t answer because sleep has made her arrival and has swept you away to quiet and serene nothingness.

When you awaken the next morning to the winter sun pouring in through your bedroom window, you are alone. The bed is made and your dress is neatly folded at your feet. It is as if nothing happened last night and you slept alone.

But the delicious ache in your body tells you differently. And the note sitting by your lamp along with a glass of orange juice and an Aspirin definitely tells you differently.

With your head clearing from the sleep and the reality of your horrible situation hitting you (along with a hangover), you pick up the note and read Eren’s messy handwriting:

Thanks for last night. Hit me up again soon. xxxx

-Love Always, Your Best

Putting the note down, you grab your house phone from the nightstand and dial Kaido’s number. It is the one thought you have to do first to start your morning. Not stretching. Not getting a glass of water. Not showering or brushing your teeth or contemplating whether or not to kill yourself because you slept with your toxic ex-boyfriend.

Instead, you face reality head-on like a real bitch as Kaido’s voicemail enters your eardrum: “Hi, this is Kaido Ashida! I’m not here right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!”

Beep. Your mouth opens. “Kaido,” you automatically say. “Hi…it’s me. I think we need to talk after last night.”

And then the guilt sets in as you stare down at Eren’s note, your body teeming for another night with him soon. “I don’t think this is gonna work,” you sigh.

THE END.

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melanated-writersblock · 4 months ago

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Friends to lovers because THE STREETS NEED DAT!!!!😫 (me. I need dat. Expeditiously.) All Fluff! Blk Fem!Reader🫶🏾

Neighbor!Mingi who moved in next door to you over a year ago, and your first impression of him being him knocking on your door to introduce himself, SURE, but also to shazam the song you had playing on your TV.

Neighbor!Mingi who you got close to quick cause he’s just a cool guy. Weird? sure. A loser? Oh, absolutely. And you know what? Hell yeah.

Neighbor!Mingi who will enter your apartment through your fire escape window because “It makes life more exciting.” So whenever you host movie night you keep the window cracked so he doesn’t have to knock.

Neighbor!Mingi who will probably sleep through his alarms, so you wake him up so he’s not late for the subway to work (he misses it, you gotta drive him🥴).

Neighbor!Mingi who goes grocery shopping for HIS apartment but likes to cook in YOUR kitchen???? Then take the cooked food back to his apartment????? He shares and does the dishes, but damn?!?!??

Neighbor!Mingi who you force to watch all seasons of “Girlfriends”, “Living Single”, & “A Different World” with you, which wasn’t really forced cause he locks in on the drama quick. “The pizza guy is he-” “Wait! Wait! Dwayne is gonna crash Whitley’s wedding!”

Neighbor!Mingi who’ll rush over to kill a bug for you in an instant, BUT! He won’t leave unless you pay him in food or snacks. Every fucking time.

Neighbor!Mingi who keeps your company on wash day and will purposely take all day doing an intricate skincare routine out of solidarity.

Neighbor!Mingi who will hang out on your shared fire escape with burgers on Valentine’s Day because you both went on dates and they were terrible so now you have to debrief each other on your respective horror stories.

Neighbor!Mingi who buys two of everything so you can have one for your place as well.

Neighbor!Mingi who you invite to run errands with you because it got to a point where him just showing up at your window every now and again wasn’t enough.

Neighbor!Mingi who got drunk with you one night and got teary eyed hearing you sing your heart out to “Love and War” by Tamar Braxton.

Neighbor!Mingi who saw movers at your apartment and got sad that you were moving, so he wrote you a letter and left it on your fire escape window sill….

on a windy night….so it blew away…...🤦🏾‍♀️

Neighbor!Mingi who you actively watched attempt to pull off the sneaky letter delivery, and fail miserably in real time, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that night so you just wait until you see him again.

Neighbor!Mingi who is relieved once you explain that the movers were at your place because you’re getting in a whole new living room set and needed to remove your old one…but embarrassed after you admit seeing the whole mail thing go down.

Neighbor!Mingi who thinks “Fuck it, if not now then when?” and confesses to you. And you smile and laugh because FINALLY. You thought YOU were gonna have to do a cryptic confession and that probably would’ve been worse or 3x more embarrassing.😭

Neighbor!Mingi who, now, doesn’t need a valid reason to just show up at your apartment. And neither do you!

Neighbor!Mingi who rubbed off on you BAD so now you enter his place through the fire escape window at 6am on Saturday mornings to finish sleeping in while hogging 75% of the blankets, and there’s nothing he can do about it💁🏾‍♀️.

Neighbor!Mingi who’ll try to repair or diy things around your place so you don’t have to pay to have it fixed (but he lowkey sucks so you end up having to get it fixed regardless, BUT he pays for it because girlfriend privileges🫶🏾✨)

Neighbor!Mingi that invites his and your friends over for game nights only to jokingly send them home when you’re both getting collectively smoked. Yes, he still preps food and snacks in your kitchen just to bring it next door.

Neighbor!Mingi who leaves little remnants of his at your place. An extra toothbrush here, a sweater and a pair of shoes there. Also has a silk pillowcase on the bed for you at his place.

Neighbor!Mingi who you kinda don’t want to be your neighbor anymore.

Neighbor!Mingi that you propose should become Roommate!Mingi once his lease is up at the end of the year, and he kisses you before you can even finish the suggestion.

Neighbor!Mingi that just so happens to be an amazing boyfriend and will be one hell of a roomie!❣️

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stereoqueen · 1 month ago

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noah - j.hughes

summary: 3x grammy winner y/n l/n makes an appearance on jimmy fallon who pokes about the origin story of her grammy award winning song. influenced by the song noah by megan moroney. alludes to lakehouse summers and the notebook!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Tonight, our last guest is a singer who you can’t get out of your head, Y/n L/n!” Jimmy’s voice booms as she enters on stage. The crowd erupts at the sight. She wore a red corset top with a matching short skirt, christian louboutin heels and a small purse; all in her signature color, red. Her hair was straightened and put into an updo bun.

Waving and smiling to the crowd, she fast walked to engulf Jimmy in a hug. The two hugged and then went to their seats, as the audience followed suit to sit down.

“Y/n! So nice to have you back on the show, it’s been a while! The last time we saw you on the show, you were finishing your first tour and only had one grammy — now, you’re a 3x Grammy winner! How does it feel?” Jimmy asks as he finishes his intro.

She sets her purse down, adjusting in her seat. “It— it honestly feels so surreal. I’m so happy that my music and voice is making an impact in the world, no matter how big or small.”

“That’s beautiful. You look beautiful. You truly embody the color red, Y/n.” He said as the audience clapped loudly. Her face is flushed as she looks down at herself.

“You flatter me. It’s funny that you say red is my color; when I started, I always wanted my color to be blue,” She explained as the audience ooohed.

“No kidding. Why’s that?” Jimmy asks, going off script.

“I wanted my color to be blue as a dedication to someone I loved a while back,” She answered honestly as Jimmy’s face softened.

“You get more angelic after every answer — am I right everyone!” He says as the audience claps again. “Can I ask why red over blue then? Was it something to do with Noah?”

“Well, my Noah did have the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. We would dance to George Strait’s Baby Blue on the dock at his lakehouse all the time. That’s where the nickname baby blue came from. I wanted to do blue because he always told me it was my color. After the breakup, I switched to red, not knowing that color was also significant in his life,” She explained as the audience awes.

“Why is red significant to him? Can you say?” Jimmy pokes as Y/n smiles a shy smile.

“Oh Jimmy you’re going to get me in trouble! I think this is a sign to give hint on who he is……. the team he went to play for, their main color is red,” She said as her face turned pink.

“Oh really, football? soccer? basketball? Now you gotta give us an idea!” Jimmy hooks as the audience claps. Y/n looks down to mess with her ring.

“Hockey. Always hockey,” She answers as she looks up into the audience. In the back middle row, a man with the same blue eyes she fell in love with locked eyes with her. His mouth was shaped into his signature smile. Her eyes softened and she sat up in her chair.

“Looks like you saw a ghost, Y/n. I heard a rumor that you’re going to be rereleasing Noah using the original lyrics! Are you excited for the world to hear it how it was written?” Jimmy asks as she snaps back into reality. Jack head nods to her as she breaks eye contact from the audience to Jimmy.

“I got the go ahead for it to be released and I am super excited! My Noah wasn’t the country boy I portrayed in the released version. He was a hockey playing, lake loving, charismatic boy who I fell in love with. I was afraid to release the original version in fear of backlash, but honestly I don’t care anymore about backlash. We both messed up, and I’m hoping that the original song could possibly bring us back into the same orbit just how Allie and Noah did after all that time,” She answers as she watches the audience clap, looking to find Jack’s gaze again. His eyes softened as she flexed her ring towards him subtly. The same one on the same finger from 2019 that he gave her.

“Can you play us a little bit tonight?” Jimmy asks as he pulls her original baby blue guitar out from behind the desk. Her eyes started to fill with tears. She hasn’t seen it since she left Jack’s lakehouse in 2021. She takes the guitar out of Jimmy’s hands, lightly touching the strings, taking it all in. She snaps out of it, throwing a smile on her face.

“I haven’t seen this guitar in years. Where did you get it? It’s polished and tuned too!” Y/n excitedly says, emotion in her voice as Jimmy smiles at her.

“Your Noah sent it to us when he heard you were on the show. He said that you needed it for tonight,” Jimmy told her as the camera zooms in onto her face. She looks up to the camera, giving a little nod to it as she puts the guitar over her shoulder. The familiar chords of Noah plays as she starts her little intro.

“I’ll play the first part and the new lyrics, not the whole song. That’s reserved until the rerelease,” A teasing smile on her lips as she starts to play.

Remember how we'd skip class? We were all that and in love

“Cmon skip English with me.” He would plead, grabbing her arm. “Honey, no,” She would reply. His puppy eyes routine always lead her to his car to make out then she wouldn’t complain.

The king to my prom queen voted most likely to make out that was us

“And your 2019 Prom King and Queen is Jack Hughes and Y/n L/n!” Their classmates cheered as the crowns were placed on their heads. She wished that night never ended. “Did you read that we were voted most likely to skip class and makeout?” Y/n said as she read her yearbook on the last day of school. Jack looked over her shoulder to read the other categories, “That was so a callout!”

I remember you saying I'd sound good with your last name

Jack had given her a promise ring earlier that day and they were now sitting at their spot on the dock stargazing. “You would sound good with my last name,” He told her as she looked at him quizzically. “What? We’re 18!” She says confused as he just cracks a smile. “Think of it! Y/n Hughes! Mrs. Y/n Hughes.” Jack told her as they looked up at the stars. She laughed into his shoulder as he rambled about the wedding.

We were countin' on forever 'til forever never came

His name boomed through the arena as his family jumped up to hug him. Jack stopped quickly to hug Y/n after his brothers before heading downstairs to the stage. “I love you. We will get through this I swear.” Jack told her in her ear as they hugged. She held on a little longer than she should of, savoring the moment just in case it was gone too quickly.

Noah, did you know at night I think of you and me?

Still years later, Y/n stayed up late at night, every night thinking what went wrong. Why did they break up. Why did she let him get away. Why is she wallowing still.

You're everywhere inside my head, you're always in my dreams

Y/n L/n avoided the sports channels like the plague. New York/Newark were here least favorite places to play at due to his connections. She can’t sleep to escape the signs. He was on every sports channel, every gossip column, his name and face were always there for years after.

And all the girls, they want you but never quite like me

The girls always wanted a piece of him. Ever since she met him, Jack Hughes had all the ladies attention. “Who’s smoother with the ladies?” The reporter asks Quinn and Jack as his eyes flicker to behind the camera to her. “Gotta be Jack right?” The reporter says jokingly as Quinn laughs. “For sure, it’s Jack.”

Noah, do you think about me?

He did think about her. All the damn time. Every talk show, every concert, every event, every piece of media she was doing or on; he would keep up with her. “You’re not stalking her again are you?” Luke asked as the tv played the Grammy Awards. “Shut up Lukey, I just wanna see her sing,” Jack would huff as he would turn it up to hear her voice.

Did you buy the house on the lake like you wanted?

She remembers him bringing her to her dream house on the lake that was for sale. It was her Allie moment. Wrap around porch, dock on the lake, porch swing on both sides. He already put a payment on it before he signed his extension. She never knew. He eventually did buy it. Bought it in hopes to get her back into his life.

Is the old boat still running?

She remembers him sneaking her on an old dingy to go look at the stars together at night by themselves. She feared for her life every time they were on it, thinking it would sink. “Jack Rowden! If we drown, I’m blaming you!”

Do you go to our spot?

She missed seeing the sunset on the dock at his lakehouse. It was beautiful. A sight she wanted to see so badly again. Laying next to him. She studied his face, his eyes, all the details she wanted to remember. “You’re so pretty, my pretty boy,” She mumbled as he snuggled into her side.

Are you still sneaking girls in?

Around the fire one night, Quinn told Y/n the stories about Jack sneaking in girls before he met her. She then realized that even when they were just friends, he didn’t sneak girls in like normal. That’s when his brothers knew that she wasn’t like the others.

Do you still play my guitar?

“Want me to teach ya?” She asked him as he tried to strum her baby blue guitar on his lap. He was sitting on her bed at the lakehouse, taking in the last moments with her. “No, I want you to teach me after I come back,” He says, looking up to her tear stained face. “Keep it. If you don’t come back for you, I’ll invoice you for the guitar,” She halfway joked as he tried to strum it again.

And when you hear “Baby Blue”, do you still feel my beating heart?

Baby blue by George Strait plays through the speaker as the pair dance on the dock for the last time. They were chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat as they enjoyed the comfortable silence. “I love you,” She said softly as he leaned his head into the crook of her shoulder.

Through out the song, she kept eye contact with the camera lens, slightly shifting her gaze every once in a while to the back middle rows. Her voice carried without a mic, smooth and raw with emotion. She saw his emotions on his face as he took in each verse. The memories were flooding back into her and projecting on to him.

The audience stood up clapping loudly, a standing ovation as they cut to a commercial break. She stood up, bowing and curtsying jokingly as she put down the guitar. During the break, Jimmy put his note card over his mouth and whispered to Y/n, “He will be backstage after the show if you want to see him.” She leans back, stunned as she nods quickly.

They get back into their places for her end segment. She looked up to try and see him again, but didn’t see him.

“Okay, last thing for tonight: rapid fire favorite questions for you Y/n. Let’s go!” Jimmy starts as Y/n pretends to crack her knuckles. “Bring it on, Fallon!”

“Favorite Song to Write?” / “Am I Okay”

“Favorite Song to Cover?” / “Iris!”

“Favorite Artists?” / “George Strait, Taylor Swift, Tate McRae.”

“Favorite Date Night?” / “The Notebook, Red Wine, Chocolate Cake”

“Favorite Sport?” / “Hockey”

“Favorite Celebrity Crush?” / “Jack Hughes”

“That’s all I have for our girl Y/n L/n tonight! Catch her rerelease of her grammy winning song, Noah, out next Friday!” Jimmy says as she waves to the crowd, episode ending.

She sighs as she picks up her guitar and purse. She gives a quick hug and thank you to Jimmy before she sprints to backstage. She searched, high and low for him until she ended up back at her dressing room.

She opens the door to see him in all of his glory. He looked older, more mature. He had black dress pants with a matching black button down on. She shut the door as he stood up from the couch. He walked around the table, where a vase of red roses and a bottle red wine sat. She stood there frozen as he inched closer and closer to her.

The tension could be cut with a knife and it still not be gone. Years of angst and pining about not working out and living their separate lives have been leading up to this moment. His hair was longer, his eyes held more memories that she wished she was in. The baby blues she wish she could just swim in.

“What— how are you here right now. Why are you here in my dressing room at my segment?” She asked softly as she studied his face. “Why did you come back? I can’t believe you came back?” Her voice barely above a whisper, breaking as she put her hands on his cheeks. A tear rolls down her face as he wipes it off.

“Of course I did, told ya I would,” He tells her, matching the soft tone in his voice as he closes the gap between them. The sparks flew like the Fourth of July fireworks she used to watch from the lake dock.

“How does it feel to have your celebrity crush in your dressing room kissing you?” He joked after they pulled apart from the kiss.

“I can’t believe you! That’s what you say to me after 4 years?” She says as she hits his shoulder lightly.

“I’m the same old dumb joking Jack, baby. The stupid eighteen year old boy you fell in love with — only difference is I’m just a man who finally got over himself and wants to choose you instead of hockey,” He tells her as she hugs him tightly.

“I’d choose you over singing any day my love,” She replies, kissing up and down his neck and cheeks.

“How about we make a compromise so we can have what we both want. Happiness?” He asks as she kisses his lips again.

“Compromise, I’d like that.” She mumbles as she hugs him tight, swaying back in forth.

“Guess you can teach me how to play the guitar now?” He says softly in her ear as she nods into his shoulder. “Of course, my Noah.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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waitingonher · 1 year ago

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ELECTRIC TOUCH — [jason grace dating headcanons]

author's note: i need 2024 to be THE year. 2023 did me soooo dirty. im praying

dating JASON GRACE would be like dating someone from a regency era romance novel…he’s just SUCH a hopeless romantic but he would rather die than admit it.

in the initial first few weeks of dating, jason was sosososooooo shy about pda/physical touch. it’s not that he was uncomfortable, he LOVES physical touch, but he had just gone so long without it that he wasn’t used to it. but eventually, he warms up to it…and now he can’t go without having at least one part of him touching you 😭

when it came to things like hugs, kisses, handholding, etc. jason would always wait for you to initiate it because he was so anxious about making you uncomfortable ?? fjsldfjs

but when you communicated that he didn’t need to ask/wait for you all the time, jason started initiating things more. even still, he occasionally gets nervous to even hold your hand? like wdym you’ve been dating for over six months and you still get nervous doing simple couple things 😭 it’s very endearing though

chivalry is NOT dead,, and it’s because of jason LMAO. he’s the type to swap shoes with you even though you’re wearing heels that are 3x too small for him, but hey, at least your feet don’t hurt anymore!

jason’s also hellbent on carrying things for you, opening doors for you, pulling out/pushing in chairs for you, etc… GOD HE’S SO CUTE.

since dating him, you don’t think you’ve ever touched a single door or car handle when he’s with you.

jason is NOT afraid to advocate or stand up for you, especially if you’re more on the quiet & non-confrontational side. if you’re in a group setting and someone interrupts you, he’s making sure you get your chance to say what you wanted to say. and he doesn’t do it in a way that leaves you embarrassed, he’s very very classy with it!

if you’re a big music person, jason will literally learn your favorite artist’s entire discography so you guys have another thing to talk about.

you guys also have a shared playlist of “your songs” and he’s so serious about it 😭 if jason hears a song that even remotely reminds him of you, he’s going to the ends of the earth to figure out what it’s called.

rip to anyone around him if shazam doesn’t work! he’s gonna send voice messages to your big group chat humming the tune, but he’s so tone deaf that no one knows the song…and his search history is just variations of “song that goes du du ooh du ooh du du ooh” a for effort though babes…

jason’s love languages are definitely acts of service and quality time. over the years and throughout the many battles he’s fought, he’s come to realize that all he wants to do when he comes home is just spend time with his loved ones.

after a busy day, you’ll come home to find your laundry folded, bed sheets washed & freshly made, along with a sweet little note from jason <3

your guys’ thing are writing notes to each other. considering his and your busy schedule, you’ll write and leave tiny notes around the house for each other to find. it’s one of the many reasons why jason gets up in the morning.

he loves coming home to you after a long day to simply melt in your arms. there’s just something so soothing about cuddling with you after a busy day.

it does not matter where you are, you guys could literally be cleaning the camp toilets and he’d still be able to find the fun in it. you’re his home, and he’d follow you wherever you go.

if you play sports, you already know he’s showing up to ALL your games. it doesn’t matter if it’s pouring rain or if it’s hours away, he’s absolutely determined to show his support. jason even makes posters with your jersey number and when you have big tournaments he’ll show up with posters of your face 😭 the refs are SO tired of jason help

i feel like if he really tried, jason would be a good cook.

one day you sent him a recipe you saw online saying you wanted to make it with him, but then he decided to make it himself to surprise you. and it was actually so good???

JASON IN A “KISS THE COOK” APRON OMFG. that’s what you got him for his birthday and every single time without fail, he’ll wear it when he’s cooking.

one of his hidden talents is that he’s super good at origami. he originally picked it up because he heard it was a good stress reliever, but now he also does it for you <3

he loves your reaction when he gives you little paper rings or an origami version of your favorite animal!

this guy DREAMS of domesticity. he’s always been the type to date to marry, and that’s just what he intends to do with you! even though you guys are still young, he’s been planning your proposal sfjfls

tell me why he already knows what kind of ring he wants to get you… omg.

he really wants to just settle down with you in new rome. but honestly, he’s willing to do anything as long as you’re at his side.

expect flowers from jason at least once a month! he even keeps one flower so he knows when it’s time to get you a new bouquet. and if he’s away, he’ll get one of his friends to deliver it!

i have this headcanon that the aphrodite cabin teams up with the hephaestus cabin to throw a really elaborate party, essentially like prom. anyways, jason would go all out for your promposal jfdsls i feel like he would either do a super funny poster/proposal like y’know that one guy who did that medieval promposal 😭 yeah well jason would do something like that but like...more roman... LMFAO him pulling up to your place in a chariot

or he would do something super super intricate and planned out…like a fancy picnic and then he’d have the fauns arrange fireflies to spell out “prom?” when it’s dark out.

ugh! jason grace the man that you are… <3 best bf ever,, i can confirm btw

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brookediamonds · 3 months ago

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Can I request a Larusso reader x Axel where reader has been competing all her life and is a three time female champion of the sakai takai and already dating Axel but when it comes time to get ready for the sakai takai Daniel automatically gives the captain spot to Sam. So reader decides to join the Iron Dragons and becomes the female captain but Silver has sinister plans for her since he knows who her dad is and uses training methods like Wolf does for Axel and tries to break her mentally. When that doesn't work during the brawl he sees a chance to get revenge and makes sure the other dragons aren't near her and the cobras(minus Tory) decide to use the chance to try to get their revenge on her(since she managed to beat most of them in the team fights) and Axel notices and he sees her get attacked and him and Tory(who if possible was reader's best friend) jump in and even the odd

growing pains | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: As a 3x Sekai Taikai girls' champion, you embark on new friendships, relationships, and even sponsorships. Being a legacy kid to Daniel LaRusso came with a territory and when it's time for one of the most important tournaments, your dad has decided to strip you of your title leaving to make a life-changing decision your friends and family never saw coming.

Word Count: 4k Warnings: none, angst, fluff, violence (fighting)

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You stare at your reflection in the mirror, hands tightening around the fabric of your black belt as you secure it around your waist.

The green gi of the Iron Dragons feels foreign on your skin, a reminder that everything is different now.

That the life you spent building, the titles you fought for, the legacy you were meant to claim, it’s all slipping through your fingers.

You still remember the way you felt when your dad informed you you'd be sitting this tournament out as the girls' captain.

"You're not even gonna let me fight for it?" You questioned your dad as Miguel and Robby prepared to fight for the male captain spot.

"Y/n, you've been the captain the last three times, and won every tournament," your dad attempts to justify. "It's always just been you and now we need to give the other girls here a chance."

You exhale sharply, shaking the thoughts away. Later that day when you were on FaceTime with your boyfriend, Axel, his sensei overheard the conversation and offered you the spot you had lost.

You were reluctant at first, but the more you and Axel talked into the night, the more you had become convinced.

It was perfect, you pretended you would still fight with Miyagi-Do and by the time you arrived in Barcelona, Axel introduced you to sensei Wolf.

Sensei Wolf easily remembered you, you being the 3x girls' champion of the Sekai Taikai. It was almost a little too perfect.

As you go to pull your hair back, you feel a presence behind you, the familiar warmth of someone stepping into your space without hesitation.

"You’re missing something," Axel’s deep voice rumbles low against your ear.

Before you can respond, his hands reach up, sliding a soft piece of fabric over your forehead. Your breath stills as he gently ties the captain's headband into place, one that matches his.

The knot is secure, firm, as if he’s anchoring you in place, reminding you who you are.

"That's better," he states leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"They'll never understand," you spoke quietly, eyes lingering on your new uniform. "Did you see my dad's face when he saw me?"

You'd never forget the look of betrayal on his face, the look of disappointment on your sister's face. It was almost enough to make you rethink everything.

"You are just doing what's best for you," Axel reminds you, softly laying his hands on your shoulders. "You want to be a Legacy, right?"

You nod, your eyes connecting with his through the mirror in front of you. "I do. More than anything."

Sam could have the LaRusso-Miyagi legacy. You wanted your own.

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The first few days of the tournament are chaotic to say the least, you surely hadn't anticipated fighting your sister and best friend all in one round.

Luckily you were used to the categories of the individual fights, the bo-staff competition, and the platform challenges.

Having your boyfriend of three years as your partner definitely helped, together you two strived through everything.

Not to mention it had been a few months since you last saw him during summer break, and having a hotel room not too far from each other's had its perks.

Axel’s hands are firm yet gentle as they hold you close, his lips moving against yours with a slow, unhurried intensity.

It’s been too long since you last saw him in person, and you can feel it in the way he's kissing you, like he’s trying to make up for lost time.

You shift slightly in his lap, one of his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt, fingers tracing lazy patterns along your spine.

Just as you start to deepen the kiss, your phone buzzes on the nightstand beside you. You try to ignore it, but it keeps vibrating, the sound persistent.

Axel groans against your lips when you pull away, his hands tightening on your waist.

"Seriously?" he mutters, pressing his forehead against yours.

"It could be important," you murmur, reaching for your phone.

"It’s not," he grumbles, already leaning in to steal another kiss.

You giggle, barely managing to check the screen as he tugs you back toward him. Squinting at the message, you read:

Tory 🥊🖤: You and lover boy wanna grab drinks? Bar near the hotel. Come on, don’t be boring.

Axel takes the opportunity to press his lips to your jaw, then lower, trailing down the side of your neck. You shiver, biting your lip as you try to type out a response.

"Axel," you half-scold, trying not to laugh as he ignores your attempt at seriousness.

He exhales against your skin, clearly annoyed.

"What could possibly be more important than this?" His voice is low, almost teasing, as his fingers squeeze at your waist.

You turn the screen toward him. "Tory wants to meet up at a bar near the hotel."

Axel barely glances at the message before shaking his head.

"Tell her no."

You roll your eyes, already typing. "We should go. It'll be fun."

He huffs, leaning back against the pillows. "I have a better idea. We stay right here, and you put that phone away."

"Tempting, but I already told her we’re coming," you smirk, placing the phone back not the nightstand.

Axel groans dramatically, dropping his head back. "You’re killing me, Y/n."

"You’ll survive," you respond pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, grinning.

He gives you a long, suffering look before exhaling sharply, running a hand through his hair.

"Fine. But I’m not moving unless I get one more kiss," he counters.

Laughing, you lean in, pressing your lips to his once more. He pulls you in tighter, dragging it out longer than necessary, because if he’s getting up, he’s making the most of this first.

And honestly, you don’t mind one bit.

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After managing to pull the brooding boy out of bed, you two throw on some fresh clothes and meet your friend at the place she sent you.

You lean into Axel’s side in the booth, sipping your drink as Tory eyes the two of you with a smirk.

"You kicked my ass out there," she says bluntly, her thumb tapping against the rim of her glass.

"I'm sorry," you wince remembering the way you took her down to the mat on the very first challenge. You hold your hand out in front of you. "Friends?"

She let out a laugh smacking your outstretched hand way knowing this wasn't personal.

The three of you talk about how intense the competition is this year compared to the last three you've been to, and how nice Barcelona has been.

When it's time for round 2, Axel offers to grab the drinks, leaving you and Tory to talk amongst yourselves.

"How's it going with them?" She asks curious as to what your new team was like.

"It's going pretty good so far," you shrug. "Their sensei is a little intense, but I can handle him."

Tory glances at a table across from you where your sister and her boyfriend sat.

"Have you talked to... Sam and them?" She asks hesitantly.

You sighed leaning back in the booth, swirling the straw around in your melted cocktail. "Yes and no. They want to understand but can't grasp the fact that I would go so far as to join another team."

"My dad knew that winning this year could mean a spot for me on the Sekai Taikai board as a Legacy," you huffed. "This wasn't just a hobby to me, this is my life."

Tory stares at you with remorse, knowing the tears, sweat, and blood you poured in to karate.

"You're gonna be a Legacy," she assures you, reaching her hand out on the table. "We're going to get you a spot on the board."

You give her small smile at her words of encouragement.

"And we're gonna get you those sponsorships," you promise her laying your hand over hers.

Just then, Axel returns, setting down a fresh round of drinks with an effortless ease.

"Alright, what did I miss?" he asks, sliding in beside you again, his arm naturally draping over the back of the booth.

You and Tory share a look of knowing, both silently agreeing together you'd push yourselves through this tournament to get what you both needed.

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The next morning, you and the rest of your team are called to the studio to practice before the competition begins.

"Y/n," sensei Wolf calls out to you.

"Yes, sensei," you straighten up as he walks over to you and Axel.

"Follow me, there's someone I want you to work with while you are here," he says coolly, turning on his heel.

You look over at Axel who just shrugs at you, not knowing why you're being called to another room.

Following Wolf, you trail behind him as he leads you to a separate studio lined up with mirrors.

As you scanned the room, your eyes land on a familiar, looming presence standing with his back to you.

You recognized the silver hair slicked back into a ponytail, dressed in his usual black attire.

Terry Silver.

Your stomach tightens as he turns to face you, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

"Y/n LaRusso," he greets, his voice smooth, calculated. "It’s about time we officially met."

You can hear your dad's voice in your head. Run. Get out of there.

"I can't say the same," you snap back. After everything he's done to your family, your friends, you wanted nothing more than kick him in the face.

His smirk deepens. "I have to say, I was surprised when I heard you joined the Iron Dragons. Then again, it seems you’ve finally realized what your father never could. True power isn’t about balance. It’s about dominance."

You clench your jaw but say nothing. He takes your silence as an invitation, stepping closer.

"You want that Legacy seat, don’t you?" he muses, circling you now like a predator sizing up its prey. "You’ve worked for it your entire life. But tell me… are you really ready to do what it takes?"

You bristle at the implication. "I’ve won three world championships. I know what it takes."

Silver chuckles, shaking his head. "No, you know what it takes to win the right way. But the right way isn’t always the winning way."

You furrowed your eyebrows at his words but before you can respond, he grabs a nearby bo staff from the rack and twirls it effortlessly between his fingers.

"Let’s see what you’ve got," he says, tossing it toward you.

Instinctively, you catch it, gripping it tightly. You watch cautiously as Silver steps onto the mat in front of you, his own staff in hand.

"Show me your best," he instructs.

You don’t hesitate, you lunge forward, aiming a quick, precise strike toward his midsection.

But Silver deflects it easily, countering with a swift, powerful strike to your ribs. You barely block it in time, your arms vibrating from the impact.

"Too slow," he taunts. "Again."

You grit your teeth, adjusting your stance, and swing at him with more force. But the moment you do, he sidesteps—crack!

The staff slams against your thigh, hard enough to send a jolt of pain radiating up your leg. You stagger, inhaling sharply.

"You hesitate," Silver says, his tone unreadable. "That’s the problem with Miyagi-Do. Too much defense, not enough action. In this tournament, hesitation gets you beaten. Gets you forgotten."

You tighten your grip, forcing yourself to push through the sting.

"I don’t hesitate," you say, trying to sound firm, but even you can hear the slight wavering in your voice.

Silver smirks knowingly. "Then prove it."

He attacks again, and this time, you block. Barely. But before you can counter, he sweeps your legs out from under you with a swift, merciless strike, sending you crashing to the mat.

Pain explodes through your back, but before you can recover, Silver crouches beside you, his voice low.

"You’re skilled, Y/n. But skill won’t get you that seat at the table." His eyes gleam with something almost sinister. "The Sekai Taikai rewards strength. Ruthlessness. You want to be remembered? You want that power? Then fight like it."

His words sink in, cutting deeper than the bruises forming on your skin.

You’ve spent your life proving yourself, showing the world that you’re more than just Daniel LaRusso’s daughter.

But now, for the first time… you wonder if your way is enough.

As Silver rises and steps back, you stay on the mat for a moment longer, gripping the bo staff so tightly your knuckles turn white.

And for the first time… you hesitate.

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It's the day of the finals, a team has been eliminated due to their students using steroids, and both Miyagi-Do and Cobra Kai have managed to stay in the competition.

"What's wrong?" Axel asks pulling you to the side. "You've been spaced out since yesterday. What's going on?"

You exhaled out a shaky breath as you see Kwon and the Furia De Pantera captain fight on the mat.

"I'm worried," you voiced. "I'm worried that if I don't win this, everything I've put my family, and friends through, will all be for nothing."

You were especially worried about having Silver on your side. Of course your dad and sister tried talking some sense into you, but it was only for a few days. Surely you could handle whatever he threw at you... right?

Axel studies you, silent for a moment. Then, with a sigh, he steps closer, placing both hands on your shoulders. His warmth seeps through your gi, steadying you.

"You listen to me," he says firmly. "You’ve always been a champion. You always will be. I knew that the second I saw you fight when we were fourteen."

A small, almost nostalgic smile tugs at his lips. "Back then, you stormed up to me after your win and said, 'Guess we have to be friends now.'"

You laugh at his words while he chuckles, shaking his head.

"You had that same fire in you then that you do now. You weren’t scared of me, of the competition, hell, of anything. And that’s never changed."

You bite your lip, something warm blooming in your chest despite the nerves still coiling in your stomach.

"You're going to win this. Not for your dad, or your dojo, or for anyone else. Not even for that seat on the board. You're going to win because you love this, and that has always been enough," he finishes.

The tension in your shoulders eases just slightly. You nod taking in his final words.

"I'd kiss you right now, but—" you cut him off by tugging him down by his gi, smashing his lips down to yours. He barely has time to react before sinking into it, his hands gripping your waist.

When you finally pull away, breathless, you whisper, "Thank you."

Axel exhales a small chuckle, brushing his thumb over your cheek as you gazed up at him lovingly.

"Next up is Y/n LaRusso versus Maria Àlvarez!"

Mr. Braun’s voice booms over the speakers, snapping you both back to reality. Axel smirks, giving your waist one final squeeze before stepping back.

"Go show them why you’re the best."

And with his words still burning in your chest, you go step onto the mat ignoring the world around you. Your focus was primarily on your opponent in yellow, you could do this.

The referee has you bow to him, then to each other before signaling to begin.

Maria comes at you immediately, a blur of movement as she aims a spinning kick toward your ribs.

You block with ease, countering with a swift backfist to her shoulder: one point.

She resets, bouncing lightly on her feet, trying to read you. You feint right, making her flinch, and use the opening to land a clean sidekick to her chest: two points.

The match continues at a brutal pace, but you stay ahead, striking efficiently, dodging effortlessly.

Every movement is controlled, calculated, perfectly balanced. By the end of the first round, the score reads:

Y/n: 5 Maria: 1

You breathe deeply, satisfied with your performance, until you make your way toward the sidelines.

Terry Silver’s arms are crossed, an unreadable expression on his face. But his disappointment is clear.

As soon as you step off the mat for the short break, he moves toward you, voice low but sharp enough to cut through the noise of the arena.

"Five points?" he scoffs. "You could’ve ended that in the first thirty seconds."

You tighten your jaw. "I’m controlling the fight."

Silver steps closer, eyes cold. "That’s your problem, LaRusso. Always so worried about control. About balance. You’re holding back."

"I’m winning," you fought, eyebrows furrowed.

"But you’re not fighting."

He leans in, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper. "Lose that balance crap your father taught you and actually fight. Make her fear you."

Your heart pounds in your chest. The referee calls you back to the mat for Round Two.

Maria looks fired up, her eyes locked on you with renewed determination. But something shifts inside you.

The moment the round starts, you don’t just defend, you attack.

You sidestep her opening punch and drive your knee into her ribs: Two points.

She stumbles, gasping, and you press forward, slamming your forearm into her shoulder before sweeping her legs out from under her: Three points.

You hear Silver’s words in your head. Make her fear you.

Maria scrambles to her feet, eyes flashing with frustration. She lunges, but you’re faster.

You pivot, spinning into a brutal roundhouse kick. The impact lands perfectly, snapping her head to the side.

A sickening crack is heard throughout the area as you watch a small, white fragment fly through the air before hitting the mat.

Her tooth.

Maria drops to her knees, a hand flying to her mouth, eyes wide with shock. The buzzer chimes just in time, stopping the fight momentarily. The arena is a mix of cheers and horrified gasps.

Your chest tightens. Your breath feels trapped.

You couldn't believe you just did that.

You take a step back, suddenly aware of the raw power in your own limbs. Your fists feel heavier. The taste of victory turns bitter in your mouth.

Maria wipes her lips, sees the blood on her fingers, and glares at you.

The fight isn’t over.

You make your way back to Silver and sensei Wolf, a look of accomplishment on Silver's face.

"That's what I'm talking about," he cheers raising a closed fist.

"I've never done that before," you say breathlessly.

"If you want to win," Silver smirks. "You'll do it again, and this time she won't get up."

His words send a chill down your spine, you glance over at Axel who stared at you with a look of worry.

"I can win without being aggressive, it's not who I am," you say finally putting your foot down.

You stand up straight as Silver leans in close to you, avoiding his gaze.

"If you don't knock her out, you can kiss that Legacy goodbye."

You swallow the lump in your throat, his threat has stuck a chord within you. The ref signals it's time for the final round, you make your way back to the middle, shaking your uneasiness out.

"Fight!"

This time, you hesitate.

The aggression from before is gone, replaced by an unsettling feeling in your gut. Maria takes advantage.

She lunges, landing a sharp hook to your ribs: one point.

A second later, she whips around with a fast sidekick to your shoulder: another point.

The crowd erupts. She’s pushing back.

But despite your swirling thoughts, your instincts kick in. You shift into a defensive stance, watching, waiting, and then counter.

Maria moves in, and you strike.

A precise jumping front kick snaps her head back: Two points.

A lightning-fast spinning backfist: Three points.

The buzzer sounds.

Final Score: Y/n: 15 | Maria: 4

You won.

The referee lifts your arm, but you barely hear the cheers. Your gaze flickers to Silver on the sidelines. He's glaring at you, but you ignore him.

When you've made your way back to the side, he's hot on your heels ready to fire down on you.

"You can't change where I come from," you spat turning swiftly to face him. "I can be a champion and still win the right way."

Silver chuckles darkly making your stomach twist as he closes in on you.

"You still have one more fight," he reminds you. "And if you don't demolish Nichols on that mat, if you show her mercy... you will lose everything."

He walks off leaving you to stand there in your thoughts. Axel brushes past him, greeting you with a small smile.

"You did it," he cheers coming up to rest his hands on your shoulders. "Just one more fight."

You give him a half-smile, not completely convinced there would be another fight.

"It's your turn," you say averting the focus back to your boyfriend. "Go win your fight so we have something to celebrate about tonight."

He smirks down at you, giving you a nod. "Yes, ma'am."

Axel is matched to fight Robby, and if he won he would fight Kwon from Cobra Kai.

You're a little nervous to see your old team standing across from you on the mat, and your dad and sister can't help but spare you glances.

When the fight begins it's all Robby, he's trying to strike and kick every which way against Axel, but your co-captain is precise and fluid with his blocks.

The minute Axel begins to fight back, Robby is struggling to hold on and defend.

And then the unthinkable happens. You're not sure how it starts, but when Axel kicks Robby into one of the guys from Cobra Kai, they get into each others faces and all hell breaks lose.

The teams begin to swarm out on to the mat, and everyone starts fighting each other. Before you can even process what's happening, you suddenly feel yourself being tugged backwards, before your back hits the floor.

You're farther from the rest of your team, and whoever was pulling at you is now gone. Standing up, you glance around the chaos, looking for anyone you know in sight.

Spotting your sister, you attempt to make your way through the sea of teens when you're suddenly surrounded by black gi's.

"You are supposed to fight Tory next," the Cobra Kai captain sneers taking a step towards you. "Let's make sure she can't."

The four boys begin to attack you, throwing kicks and punches at your body.

The first strike comes fast, a sharp kick aimed at your ribs. You block just in time, but another follows, a fist barely missing your face as you jerk back.

They're relentless, attacking in unison, giving you no room to breathe.

You fight back the best you can, dodging, countering, but four against one is impossible to keep up with.

A kick lands hard against your side, making you stumble. Another blow clips your shoulder.

Your body screams in protest, but you grit your teeth, refusing to go down.

Then, through the crowd, a familiar voice cuts through the noise.

"GET OFF OF HER!"

Before the next strike can land, Axel is there.

He shoves one of the Cobra Kai guys away from you, his fist colliding with another’s jaw in a sickening crack.

You feel yourself being helped up, your best friend has come to your side, her wide brown eyes scanning you.

"You alright?" Tory asks keeping you close to her.

"I'm good," you nod, squeezing her hand in reassurance. "Thanks."

The three of you begin to fight back together, Kwon is upset by the betrayal of his co-captain, and now targets everyone.

Somehow you manage to takedown one of the Cobra’s with Tory’s help and Axel has defeated the captain.

Axel stands by your side as Kwon lays on the ground, knocked out cold. Your fingers find his instinctively, and he laces his through yours without hesitation, his grip firm, and steady.

You glance up at him, bruised, breathless, but still managing a slight smile.

"My hero," you murmur, voice just above a whisper.

Axel huffs out a small laugh, shaking his head as his free hand comes up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.

He tilts his head down pressing a soft kiss to your temple making you feel warm and safe.

Your heart is still hammering against your ribs, the adrenaline making it hard to think. But through the haze of everything, the chaos, the pain, the uncertainty, Axel squeezes your hand.

You're not sure where you'll go from here, and what drawing back from the final fight could mean for your future, but you knew one thing is for certain:

You’re not alone in this.

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pnutbutter-n-j-elyy · 2 months ago

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Cross My Heart, I Really Miss You

Bangchan x Gn!Reader

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Weeks had passed.

At first, he told himself things would go back to normal. That you just needed time.

But time kept stretching.

And stretching.

And with every unanswered text, every missed call, every excuse, something in Chan started to unravel.

He hadn’t meant to hurt you. That was never his intention.

He thought he was doing the right thing, sparing you from misplaced hope, from the inevitable disappointment of being loved less than you deserved.

He thought you’d bounce back.

You always had before.

But it was different this time.

This time, you weren’t waiting for him to fix it.

This time, you weren’t waiting for him at all.

And that was the part he couldn’t bring himself to say out loud.

It hit him hardest on nights like these:

The kind of nights where exhaustion settled deep in his bones, where the only thing keeping him awake was the dull glow of his laptop screen and the mindless, repetitive motions of mixing a track.

He had been staring at the same arrangement for the past hour, trying to focus, trying to ignore the tense feeling in his chest.

But his mind kept drifting.

He grabbed his phone without thinking, a force of habit he hadn’t been able to break and tapped open your contact.

The last message he sent was weeks ago.

Hope you're doing okay. We should hang out soon. Miss you.

You never replied.

Chan exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. He told himself to let it go. He had no right to be upset. You had confessed, he had rejected you, and you were handling it the way you needed to.

He should respect that.

Right?

So why did it feel like something was gripping his lungs, making it hard to breathe?

Why did it feel like he was the one who had been rejected?

Why did it feel like he was losing you in ways he didn’t understand until it was too late?

He shut his phone off and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes.

But all he could see was you.

He wasn’t expecting to see you that night.

He had barely even wanted to come.

Minho had dragged him to a mutual friend’s party that he had been dragged to by Seungmin who had been dragged to by Felix, insisting that he needed a break, that he’d been working himself into the ground again; although Chan figured the true reason was that Minho didn't want to attend in the first place and wanted Chan to suffer as well.

Which although he had already been suffering quite enough, Chan had agreed reluctantly, thinking it would be nothing more than a distraction.

But then he saw you.

And suddenly, the room was too loud, too bright.

You were standing across the room, laughing at something someone had said. The music was too loud for him to hear you directly, but he knew.

It was a sound he used to hear almost every day, a sound that had once belonged to him.

But tonight, it wasn’t for him.

It was for someone else.

Chan couldn’t stop staring.

You looked different. Not physically- no, you still had the same soft features, the same expressions he had memorized over the years.

But something had changed.

You weren’t looking for him.

You weren’t searching the crowd for his face.

And for the first time since that night, it hit him.

You were moving on.

The realization made something twist inside him, something he wasn’t ready to name.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away, but then-

“Yeah, Y/N’s great,” someone nearby said, their voiced laced with a soft and kind affection. “They've been coming by the studio more often lately since they were hired on staff. Super easy to work with, really sweet too. And God, funny as hell. Always smiling...” Their voice trailed off with a loving chuckle.

Chan’s head snapped up so fast he almost got whiplash.

“Y/N?” His voice came out too sharp, too sudden. He barely even processed who he was talking to before the words were spilling out. “You know a Y/N?”

The guy blinked, caught off guard. He wasn't someone Chan recognized, until he saw their attire. A backup dancer from another company by the looks of it.

“Y-Yeah...” The dancer gave him a nervous look. “They said they used to be acquainted with people from JYPE, I never thought...” He bowed respectfully as did other dancers. "Your music and the chor-"

"When did you meet Y/N?" He interupted.

The dancer stood up and scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, only formally about two weeks ago, but we had run into each other multiple times prior. It was almost like fate."

"Do you like Y/N?"

The dancer looks like a fish out of water.

"Are you going out? Do you intend to?"

The dancer cleared his throat. "Well...Y/N is someone who has become special to me quickly. So, I intend to get to know them better and eventually ask them out." The dancer looked at Chan innocently. "Y/N deserves the world, and I hope to give them as much of it as I can."

Chan opened his mouth, then shut it.

He didn’t know why.

He didn’t know why hearing your name in someone else’s mouth made his stomach turn, why the idea of you working with someone else, laughing with someone else, being close to someone else made something tighten in his chest.

Before he could figure out how to respond, Seungmin’s voice cut through the conversation.

“Hyung,” he said, flatly. “Why do you care?”

Chan turned, startled.

Seungmin was watching him with an unreadable expression, arms crossed, eyes sharp.

It was a challenge. A callout.

And Chan had no answer.

Because he shouldn’t care.

He shouldn’t be asking about you like this, shouldn’t be reacting like this, shouldn’t be feeling like this.

But he was.

He was, and he didn’t know what to do with it.

Chan forced a laugh, shaking his head. “No reason,” he muttered, taking a sip of his drink, as if that could drown out the sudden rush of emotions.

Seungmin didn’t look convinced.

Chan barely noticed. His mind was too busy replaying what the dancer had said.

You were spending time at different studio. Meeting new people. Laughing with them.

Making them fall in love with you.

Moving forward.

And suddenly, it wasn’t just about missing you anymore.

It was about the realization that you didn’t need him the way he thought you did.

The way he had convinced himself you always would need him.

For so long, he had believed you’d always be there, that even if you needed space, even if things were weird for a while, eventually you’d come back.

But now?

Now he wasn’t so sure.

Because for the first time in years, he wasn’t the center of your world anymore.

And it was only now- now that he was standing on the outside looking in, watching you laugh, watching you live-

That he realized what he had lost.

What he had thrown away.

He missed you.

More than he had ever let himself admit.

He missed the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your passions, the way your laugh was always just a little too loud, too carefree, like you didn’t have a care in the world.

He missed the way you made him feel safe, like nothing could go wrong as long as you were by his side.

He had promised himself that he would be fine. He had crossed his heart that he didn’t need you like that.

That he didn't love you like that.

But now?

Now, with you out of reach, he realized just how much he had lied to himself.

Because if he didn’t love you, why was he so bothered at the thought of you with another man.

Why was he missing you in every corner of his soul?

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The party was winding down, the hum of music drifting in the background as groups began breaking off, heading out into the cool night air. You leaned casually against the wall near the door, taking in the chatter and clinking of glasses, but your mind kept wandering. The night had been distracting but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

A voice cut through your thoughts.

"Hey, Y/N!"

You looked up to find Jin, a backup dancer you'd grown rather close with. He was grinning at you, a bit tipsy, his cheeks rosy but his smile warm and familiar.

“Hey! How’s it going?”

"Not bad, not bad," he said, stepping closer with that easy, laid-back energy that made you feel at ease. "You know, I didn’t realize you and Bang Chan knew each other."

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the mention of his name. “Chan? Bang Chan?”

"Yeah, you know him, right?" Jin’s smile grew just a little wider. “He was asking about you. I didn’t realize you were close enough for him to even care.” His voice was light, casual, as if it were no big deal, but the way he said it made your stomach flip.

You blinked, a little thrown off. “He asked about me? When?” you echoed, unsure how to process it.

Jin nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Tonight. Asked if I knew you, if we were close...stuff like that. I didn’t know he was the person at JYPE you were close to." He leaned in a little, a soft tease in his voice. “He seemed persistent with his curiosity.”

You tried to play it cool, but the mention of Chan still caught you off guard. Why would he care if you were here? You hadn’t seen or spoken to him in months. The fact that Jin was mentioning it made the entire situation feel strange.

"Well, we’re just acquaintances," you said, your words a little more clipped than you intended. "I didn’t even know he’d be here."

Jin raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a small, confused frown. "I should stop drinking so much then. I tend to imagine things..."

You chuckled awkwardly, unsure of how to respond.

You were saved by another one of his friends throwing up.

"Ahh...I should..."

"You should-"

"I'll see you Monday!"

You stood there for a moment, trying to digest what he’d said as you watched him go save his friend.

Chan asking about you? Why? The thought lingered in your mind, as fleeting as the smile that had crossed his face when you last saw him.

You tried so hard not to think about him, but it was so hard not to.

To suppress the flutter in your heart at the moment.

Shaking your head, you decided to focus on the now, the moment in front of you. You made your way toward the door, nodding at the remaining guests as you stepped outside.

The cool night air was a welcome change after the heated atmosphere of the party. You hailed a taxi, not wanting to linger much longer. Just as the car arrived and the door swung open, you took one last look back at the building.

And then, as you were riding, you looked out the window.

It was hard to miss him, even though he wasn’t looking your way. He was stumbling down the street, barely keeping himself steady. People moving out the way.

His movements were erratic, and clumsy.

"Stop the car!" You shouted, causing the driver to slam on the breaks. "Stay right here- I'm sorry I just need-"

You jumped out the car, quickly jumping in front of Chan to prevent a small grouping of people from looking too closely at his face at the risk of recognition.

You blinked, confusion creeping in. Why was he out here like this? It was so unlike the Chan you remembered. His usual composed demeanor was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a carefree, almost reckless side that you couldn’t quite understand.

You were about to scold him when his voice reached your ears, his words slurring together.

"Yourreawwhurat..."

"Chan, you're hammered." you whispered under your breath, not sure if you should stay or have one of the guys pick him up. But before you could decide, you saw him- really saw him - for what he was. Drunk, stumbling, his smile unsteady but his eyes locked on you with a certain warmth, almost like he hadn’t meant to let this side of himself show.

You couldn’t just leave him like that.

"Are you okay?" you asked, your words sharp with concern, the tension of the night catching up to you all at once.

He tilted his head, almost like he was trying to figure out if you were real or just a figment of his imagination. "I’m fine," he said with a grin that didn’t quite match the hazy look in his eyes.

You held him in silence.

"Cross your heart?"

His eyes darkened, and he couldn't look at you. Instead, he smiled a heartbreaking smile.

"Hope to die."

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maitimosrighthand · 8 months ago

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When you beat them in a fight

( COD )

Same goes here as always:

- Question at the end

- I do not speak Eng as my native language and do not correct me I hold 0 respect for the language

- feel free to send COD memes to my asking box: I will rate them

He had miscalculated many situations before. Not that he wanted to that is. No he was sure he never wanted it. He was always sure to know who he was going up against.

Yet for some reason it seemed that he missed something about you. You were merely a rookie who had started at this base and was for some reason in the group he was supposed to train today.

He had observed you when you trained with the others. You weren’t too strong. But little did he know that it was only because you didn’t want to hurt your teammates.

…

1. Alejandro Vargas 🌵

was confused to say the least

Wanted to go a bit easier on you and tried to grab your arm

When he was tackled to the ground he didn’t get why he was unable to get up

Didn’t want to admit defeat so he suddenly kicked you very very hard

Never actually apologized for anything

He did ask you for a rematch which he won

When you then quickly rose up to the top of your rookie class he challenged you again

He hurriedly took a step back. You were way too fast for him, he had realized. He was unable to form a proper plan before you swept him of his feet and pinned him down. When he laid on the ground he could only stare up in shock. A rookie? Beating him? He had tried to move you but you wouldn’t even budge a centimeter. He had heard Rodolfo just laughing in the background, as you saw him getting money put into his hand by a general. Did he just bet against me?!

He respected you more after that and just maybe for some reason you had training with him more often after that. At least 3x a week until you had private lessons with him.

2. Rodolfo Para 🦭

Was just put there to help you because Alejandro thought you were too weak to go onto the mission in a week

Thought you were simply mentally not ready and had a talk with you before the training

When he was getting ready to receive your blow he did not expect it to be so hard

He had not shielded himself properly and was now there with a bleeding nose

You had apologized but he was just so impressed by you

Will show you off to Ale 🌵

He had, ever since you‘ve beaten him, bet every time on your win. He had even sweet talked you into getting into those fighting bets that were pretty often among rookies. „Why are you betting on him“ Alejandro had asked him. „You‘ll see.“ Is all he would answer him. Before once again wining the 30th bet in a row with you.

He is not sharing any off it.

3. Simon Riley ( Ghost ) 💀

Took over Soap‘s rookie training because he overslept

Beat up everyone

But you where a hard nut to crack

Your fight took almost half an hour

Was surprised to see you not getting tired from fighting for so long

Was most likely distracted by the fact that you managed to lay serveral punches

It was certainly not normal for a fight to take that long. When Ghost finally decided he was getting tired of it he had wanted the fight to end. It took him way too long to realize that you were also in for the end. Your last punch hit him like a truck in the face causing his nose to actually bleed. Not that you could see it. After that he proceeded to be harsh with you, always making you do more than the others. „Come on solider. You can do more.“ he had said while pressing his foot down harder on your back. Well if you could beat him … might as well do 100 pushups with some weight no. That ways maybe just his way of showing you his respect. Ever since you had one more dessert. Strange. Is that his way of saying sorry?

4. John McTavish ( Soap ) 🧼

Was not too good of a fighter anyways

Tried to simply mock you

You took that personal not understanding the joke

Your ego was one thing

He wanted to show you how to punch someone properly bc you have been doing it half heartedly

When he then said you should prove you learned it in a fight

It was time for revenge

He barely had time to register what was happening before you landed the „you should learn this punch“ in his stomach. He did teach it to you. Soap had fallen to the ground after and hit it a couple of times. Eating before fighting is not good kids. And soap learned it first hand. He would keep his distance afterwards but ofc after one apology you both would spar from time to time. What really stressed you out through would be when he let you fight against the whole 141 Team. „Are you kidding me.“ „No, no, try it simon.“

5. Kyle Garrick ( Gaz ) 🦜

Price had wanted him to learn how to train some rookies

So he gave him you as an opportunity to learn

You now had private lessons

You got along fairly well

Little did he know that beside their training you also trained yourself

So when the time came he said you‘d spar

You were a bit underestimated

It should have been an easy win for Gaz. He may not be as strong as ghost. But he sure was fast. Yet when you grabbed him and he was unable to move at all, that was when he panicked. He may be well with stress but you came way too unexpected. It had taken him a few seconds to process and that was when you threw him to the ground.

Congratulations was all that followed. Gaz could not stop fawning over you after. Even going as far as to ask you for advice on his training. „Maybe we should train together.“ Yay. Training with your trainer. No stress at all.

6. Captain John Price 🪙

Only reason you may fight him: the others lost to you

He would hear it either from Soap or Gaz really

So when he had the chance he asked you to spar

Old man bones is what held you back at first

But after you lost the first match you were no longer scared of that

So you went ape shit

No more games

Price was harder. Years of training and experience made it impossible for you to beat him at anything. „I think he is losing.“ „Nooo I bet on him, go come on!“ Perhaps they had been wrong and you just got lucky. „Come one soldier. At least try.“ is what he said mockingly as a joke. What he did not expect was you tackling him to the ground after he gave you a hard punch. Did you not feel that?! Him falling to the ground was surprising. „Pay up Ghost.“

After that you were unable to flee from this man. Any chance he had he would ask you to joint his team.He was like a „ghost“ hunting you.

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forzaferraris · 1 year ago

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PUPPY LOVE — po5

pairing: patricio o'ward x stella! reader summary: in which the dog got your attention first but the boy keeps you forever. warnings: tooth rotting fluff, sexual innuendos, inaccurate timeline of events, reader doesn't know much about indycar, arrow mclaren when i catch you arrow mclaren, pato and his fascination with calling reader hermosa, references to the art that is bax lurmans romeo + juliet film, love blooms in abu dhabi and blossoms further in miami. style: social media file faceclaim: isabllemathersx on instagram, however you can picture her as whoever you please authors note: trying a new formatting approach for fics with this one. this is fic number 2/3 of my 3 fanfic options i posted earlier. sorry if this is a little ooc for pato, i also original had thi based this instead of meeting at indycar but instead they meet at the 2023 abu dhabi grand prix instead ! add yourself to my taglist !

WELCOME TO YOU'VE GOT MAIL . . . find a match today !

would you like to send a message? YES / NO

you: what's your dogs name, right now >:( pato: his name is norbi why are you on a dating app? surely finding love isn't all that difficult for you? you: originally i did it to entertain my girls' group chat, but after every loser i've tried to meet "naturally" ultimately fumbling the bad so disrespectfully, why not take this dating app stuff a bit more seriously 🤷🏻‍♀️ pato: what are you even doing in abu dhabi anyway? you: how do you know im in abu dhabi? pato: this app is location-based, you wouldn't have been able to match with me if you weren't in the same location as me, plus you just confirmed it with that question. . . . seen 3 minutes ago

ynstella just posted to their story . . .

seen by racerbia, francisca.cgomes and 12,3009 others [ caption one: why did i say yes to coming to abu dhabi, shit is fucking hot ] [ caption two: abu dhabi gp, i'm here to make you my bitch ] [ caption three: your favourite duo back to cause trouble @/racerbia ] view more story replies . . . landonorris baby stella in the building ! ⤷ ynstella baby? lando norris i'm older than you ⤷ landonorris by like three whole months >:( ⤷ ynstella L + ratio + wrong + get a job + unfunny + you fell off + never liked you anyway + cope ⤷ ynstella im gonna curse the race, are we prepared for max verstappen 3x wdc ! ⤷ landonorris i'm literally going to to dob on you, you're being so mean rn >:( ⤷ ynstella you dirty little dibber dobber cindy !

alexandrasaintmleux prettiest girl <3 ⤷ ynstella says you i'm gonna smooch your face on that podium cmere mwah mwah mwah kissy kissy ⤷ alexandrasaintmleux stop got me blushing, charles it looking at me weird ⤷ ynstella he doesn't have to know baby girl x

francisca.cgomes you're so hot, if dating app hottie doesn't pull you i might ! ⤷ ynstella i'm blushing, flirting with the enemy, whatever will my dad think ⤷ francisca.cgomes babe it's a modern day romeo + juliet, but the baz lurhman edition. ⤷ ynstella who is who in this situation? oscarpiastri lando said stop being mean to him on social media ⤷ ynstella lando give oscar his phone back

racerbia we r so cute, i luv us !

pooknation groupchat . . .

instagram dms between ynstella and patriciooward . . .

ynstella has posted . . .

liked by mclaren, oscarpiastri, francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux and 88,340 others ynstella abu dhabi, i came i saw and max verstappen concurred !

view more . . mclaren our own resident mclaren girl will always post about redbull and not mclaren ⤷ ynstella i'd post oscar but lando is somehow always in the background of the pictures i take, i'm not having lando on my account 🙅🏻‍♀️ ⤷ landonorris can i go one day without you publicly hating me ⤷ ynstella when you get a race win next season pooh bear x username pooh bear? is lando the man she's trying to soft launch? not actually enemies but enemies to lovers?? ⤷ ynstella good lord no. lando norris wishes he could have a chance with me ⤷ landonorris disgusting don't put words in my mouth. you wish you're the one wishing you could have a chance with me ⤷ oscarpiastri nurse, they're back at it again francisca.cgomes i need more of this soft launch shit. it's like a drug to me post more. im foaming at the mouth. ⤷ ynstella can i hard launch our relationship instead ⤷ pierregasly nah bc i am literally right here man ⤷ ynstella get out of my comments with my gf pear

username are we ignoring that y/n is soft launching a man, rue, when was this? ⤷ username recently it seems ⤷ username shocked. i wonder what her dad thinks ?? ⤷ ynstella not that its any of your business, but my dad's actually quite charmed with him x

patriciooward has posted . . . 📍 abu dhabi , united arab emirates

liked by arrowmclaren, elbaoward, racerbia and 63,001 others patriciooward what a weekend, cya next year !

view more. . .

username there's one too many soft launch pictures in this race weekend dump ⤷ username ladies we've lost another one ⤷ username all men are the same. breaking my heart elbaoward since when did "have a good time in abu dhabi" mean somehow get someone to soft launch? ⤷ patriciooward the just a silly lil guy rizz worked unfortunately ⤷ elbaoward i doubt that, so much.

ynstella just posted to their story . . .

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[ caption one: where to next 🛫 ] [ caption two: mother hood looks good on me ] [ caption three: boyfriend reveal ]

francisca.cgomes i can't believe i'm in love with a MILF ! ⤷ ynstella i want you so bad 😩 ⤷ francisca.cgomes lets kiss rn before our boyfriends see

alexandrasaintmleux i think norbi is cute enough to convince charles that we need to get a dog ⤷ ynstella ugh i hate when you mention that man >:( how come WE can't get a dog together ⤷ alexandrasaintmleux my love because you are a capulet and i am a montague </3 ⤷ ynstella as long as lando is the character that dies first i'd happily performe shakespeare with y'all

landonorris this is insane, my brain can't keep up with the events that are unfolding right in front of me ⤷ ynstella pook i think that's both a you issue and a skill issue, double homicide. ⤷ landonorris oh so you hate me again ⤷ ynstella i never stopped, if you have 0 haters i've died <3

patriciooward te mo hermosa ⤷ ynstella shut up, don't tell me you love me over text, that's so foul ⤷ patriciooward i've been telling you i love you for two months now </3 ⤷ ynstella oh shit, i forgot to buy you an anniversary gift </3 ⤷ patriciooward oh hermosa, what am i going to do with you ⤷ ynstella well when you word it like that . . . i could think of a few things

patriciooward and ynstella just posted to their stories . . .

seen by arrowmclaren, racerbia, francisca.cgomes and 22,010 others [ caption one: feliz aniversario (happy anniversary) ] [ caption two: happy 2 months ! feliz aniversario ] [ caption three: came for the dog. stayed for the owner <3 ]

mclaren happy anniversary ! ⤷ ynstella thanks admin, love u so big x

ynstella i adore you, ⤷ patriciooward te adoro mas, hermosa ⤷ ynstella happiest with you in my life i fear ⤷ patriciooward good, i don't plan on going anywhere

authors note: abu dhabi 2023, you are so special to me <3 please enjoy this little pato o'ward fanfic. praying, manifesting the tags let me post this and doesn't shadowban me sobbing crying throwing up

#𐙚 paige rambles #patricio o'ward #patricio o'ward x reader #patricio o’ward x reader #pato o'ward #pato o'ward x reader #pato o'ward x you #pato o ward #indycar #indycard x reader #indycar x you #formula one x you #formula one x reader #pato o’ward x you #patricio o’ward #pato o’ward x reader #pato o'ward imagines #patricio o'ward imagines

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ruanmnei · 8 months ago

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Let Me Kiss Your Sorrows Away !

or, various HSR men regarding your insecurities.

characters. . . Blade, & JingYuan.

tags. . . afab!reader, fluff, comfort, gentle sex, soft characters in general lol, established relationships, pet names (love, babe, darling), body worship, this came to me cause I’m sure most are really caring towards their loved ones. i’m sorry if i accidentally mischaracterized them >.<

hi im alive guyz

Chubby Body • Blade

to be frank, he genuinely doesn’t care about your looks and such, he loves you for who you are— simply you on the inside.

but, he can’t help but feel pity whenever your gaze lingers for too long on the mirror when you get ready for your date together.

he had said it multiple of times how he appreciated you no matter what you wear, or how much you weight, but it seems like his words just can’t get through your thick skull.

“hm…” you sighed as you looked at yourself on the mirror, occasionally looking from different angles to see how this outfit suits you.

you recently just bought this cute outfit set that you’ve been keeping an eye on for the longest time! but for some reason… it just doesn’t look right…it doesn’t look as good as it does on the model…

“you’ve been looking at the mirror for a while” he suddenly spoke up as he walked behind you.

“ah… well… i’m not sure if it looks good on me…” you said as you continued to fiddle with your top.

you can feel his gaze before his big hands rested on your shoulders, he moved as he traced your body, occasionally squeezing it. embarrassed, you looked away— just for him to squish your cheeks and make you watch yourself in front of the mirror.

“stop…” you mumbled as he planted a kiss on your shoulders, “mm, it seems like i need to take more actions so my words could finally reach that brain of yours.” he chuckled.

he carried you effortlessly as he made his way towards your shared bedroom, carefully laying you down, before placing a quick peck your lips.

“let me show you.” his tone soft yet demanding, you cant help but blush at how gentle he’s holding you— as if you were a frail petal.

he started undoing your top, slipping it off before kissing your stomach— squishing it occasionally, as well as rubbing your back, you squirmed in his touch and he just chuckled in response.

he peppered kisses on every part of your exposed skin, your chest, your stomach, your thighs, everything. as well as tracing your stretch marks and kissing them as well, “..all for me” he mumbled into your skin as he pinched your nipples and toyed with it. resulting a small gasp from you.

as his other hand was busy playing with your nipple, his mouth opted to show the other one some attention as well, licking long trails from your stomach before settling and sucking your boob.

your complaints goes unheard as he continued pleasuring you, as well as muttering you sweet nothings and praised your body for what it is. he carefully squeezed your waist and trace small stars on your body.

as you can feel the pressure building up, you grabbed his hair and stared at him with teary eyes , “blade— I-… I’m close….” you whimpered out, “mhm? then come, just let it go.” he simply replied.

as you reach your high, he squished your thighs, before finally letting go to kiss the tears off your cheeks, squishing your cheek together then kissing you on your lips, slightly biting at your bottom lips before letting go.

your jaw dropped as he started to undo his belt— maybe today’s date is cancelled…and it seems like he wont stop until you finally accepted his compliments— this will be a long night.

Small Breasts + JingYuan

it never really occurred to you on what jingyuan’s type specifically, not until when you saw the pictures of his exes. their tits are practically 3x bigger than yours… maybe that’s where all of yours went.

you asked him about it, and he shrugged it off before kissing your forehead, reassuring you that ‘it wasn’t an issue’

it really wasn’t. but the parasites in your head kept thinking of it.

“got something to say, love?” his voice snapped you out of your trance.

tonight was like no other, your chest against his chest as you sat on his lap, his dick against your folds. he brings up a hand to caress your cheek, trying to soothe your worries away.

“if your not in the mood, you can always tell me, love” you shook your head, disagreeing.

“well then, do tell me, did something happen?” his voice smooth as honey, gosh, you just couldn’t get enough of him.

then it hits him.

“oh, love, trust me, it doesnt matter, did you really think id break up with you simply because of your chest?” he purred into your ear, before hugging you tightly.

“…still—“ “shh, do you not believe me?” he asked you as he kissed your jaw, “well… kind of. im sorry it’s just that—“ your words got caught off by the sudden kiss.

“you talk too much, love.” he chuckled before putting his large hands on your waist, hoisting it up, as he lines himself before gently putting you back down, resulting a choked moan escaping your mouth.

the burn was still there no matter how much jingyuan had fucked you in the past— his dick is just that good.

he gently laid you down on the soft mattress as he peppered kisses on your chest before playfully pinching one of your nipples.

overwhelmed by the sensation you can help but pull on his hair, he groaned in response but he continued playing with your nipples, sucking on one as his hand twist and pinched on the other.

“mm, so, so cute, love. just so perfect” he cooed as he gently pushed away strands of your hair from your face.

“you needn’t need to change, you’re perfect as it is.” he mumbled against your chest.

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#arsene.txt #hsr smut #hsr x reader #blade smut #blade x reader #jing yuan smut #jing yuan #jingyuan x reader

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velvetvexations · 8 days ago

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this whole "who passes easier" debacle reminded me of an experience and since the other side just wants to play the anecdote game and call it universal truths, ill throw mine on the pile

(this story shared with the full permission of my friend, who has been graciously joining me in disbelief at the discourse)

when i was in university, in one of my classes we had to work in duos, and when it came time to pick partners, this quiet dude ive never spoken to beelines over to me. we work together for the semester, it goes well, class ends. we're both busy so communication lapses

about 3-4 months later, this girl bounces up to me on the campus and i have no idea who the fuck it is. like im thinking who is this cis girl and why does she know my name. as you can probably guess, yep, my lab partner. she says she gravitated towards me in class bc i was a visibly trans guy, and working with me helped her Realize Some Things. a month after class ended she started E, and two months after that she passed so well that i, someone whod seen her 3x a week for several months, didnt recognize her

its been about 6ish years since, i still dont pass despite surgery and hrt and shes been completely stealth for years on just E, and we're still close friends

now i could extrapolate from this story that its insanely easy for all transfems to pass, but that would be absolutely insane right? shes one girl, who was, in her own words, insanely lucky. and i think if we can realize that just because my friend didnt struggle to pass, it doesnt mean all transfems dont struggle to pass. and if we really use our brains here, we can see how this may also mean that just because You(general) know transmascs who could pass easily, or hell even if you Are one, that that doesnt mean that experience can be extrapolated to all of them

and this story is really threefold bc beyond that, so much of the transmascs have it easier take is based on being stealth. maybe i dont want to be stealth? me being out and proud helped a girl find herself. i want to let my trans siblings know that we're here, that they arent alone. and i want to talk about the reality of living like that instead of being told that the struggles dont happen, and if they do, its your own fault for not being stealth and everyone else doesnt have these problems so it doesnt matter

ive got one of my closest friends in the world bc she saw a trans guy and immediately recognized me as her community, and its sad people seem so determined to convince people that our experiences are so different she shouldnt have bothered asking me to be lab partners that day

sorry for the wall of text. i have a lot of feelings and it was nice to let them out

Thank you for sharing, anon. <3

#transandrophobia #discourse

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sleep-0-deprived · 9 months ago

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I need a harem of yandere sub headoverheels men so bad like wtf. I wanna spoil them give them kisses and fuck them so good. Letting them discus the schedule and stuff, if watching as they argue but taking control when things get too out of control, letting them know who's boss like,,,

Head over heels! Pretty boys who are so in love with you it's not even funny. They're all success men too,,, You being a above average man, working in some sort of high end company. Your daily life is regular, come to work, smile, chat with customers, etc. But your home life? Heh..

CEO!bf who is one of your longest subs, he's been with you since middle school! Practically stuck to the hip. Such a cute boyfriend he is.. So powerful, a strong and charismatic man. He's an amazing guy, an even amazing CEO. The girls in the company or even outsiders love him! You can always hear people saying "gosh is he single..??" "Shit! He's coming do i look good?" "What can i do for just one night.." "You think this aphrodisiac will work on him??" Etc etc, it'd funny really, you try your best not to show pity to them. Especially hard to not show pity when you see the hopeful gaze of his secretaries.

Because you know just how much of a slut he is for you, and you only. Pretty boy won't even eat if you don't allow him to.. Such an obedient man, you make sure to spoil him lots at home, kissing his tears of happiness away, looking at his fucked face, tears slipping down from how happy he is to be with you..

Pretty boy ceo! Bf who tries so hard to please you. He's a confident man. He knows he looks good. Immediately buying that pretty lingerie he saw your eyes trail down on a second too long the other day..Ceo!bf who doesn't mind having to share you! As long as he can be yours!

Ceo! Bf is not a crybaby by any means, he's just so happy, and when you embrace him, you bothering to make time for him between your many boyfriends makes hin really happy he can't help but cry when you fuck him so sweetly, kissing his lips so tenderly.. Spoiling him with handmade cheesy gifts, romantic dates, a delicious meal. Even though he can easily buy those things (and much better quality one can argue) himself but the fact that it's from you makes it priceless. You often go out and buy him things too! He'd try to deny it, saying he feels bad because he can use his own money and doesn't want to be a burden on you but how can he say no when you look so dejected like that...

Taking the gifts and kissing you as thanks, only for you to wake up with money 3x the price of said item in your bank account. Oh boy...

Ceo! Bf who invites you over to his luxurious suite after a hefty argument with the other boyfriends on why he gets to have you for a full week. Surprising you with a romantic candel lit dinner, pouring you the wine that you wanted to try yesterday.. What surprised you most is the fact that he offered to try something new that night, showing you a bottle of something you've never had before and telling you that it might have. Intrigued, you agree, trusting him fully.

He smiled, pouring said drink into both of your wines. Guiding you to the baths with a soft kiss on the back of your hand, putting the dirty dishes on the sink for the servants to deal with.It seems that the drink worked well, perhaps too well on him as it worked faster than he had expected. He could feel himself getting hot and uneasy, his body feels like it's burning.

Looking back at you with glossy eyes he can't help but want to sob when he saw how unaffected you are, just massaging his back as if you didn't know his intention with that drink!

Ceo!bf who couldn't take it anymore when you ask him if he's sick on the bed. He's panting, face red and sweaty with a huge hard on goddamit! How could he resist begging when you're cooing on his ear, telling him to be honest to you.Oh how sweet it was.

Ceo!bf apologized over and over, begging you to touch him. Yet you didn't even need to touch him, telling him to cum and he's already having a dry orgasm! Though, it's not like you can hold yourself back much longer, afterall he gave it to you too. <3

Doctor! Bf who's a renowned doctor for many years, he's a nonchalant man, who smiles warmly giving patient's hope even with the scariest conditions. Everyone loves him dearly, and his skills makes him all the more loveable and amazing. His good looks makes him a trending doctor, making people line up just to see him it's kind of funny. Many people hope to win his heart one day, flirting with him and becoming his regular. Though, like CEO! Bf, he never wavers. He just smiles softly and politely declines. He never bothered on following with their advances.

Doctor!bf who is also your primary physician. Doctor!bf who's especially warm to you, making sure you're comfortable and happy. Kissing the back of your hand whenever he's about to leave or when he meets you again (and if you prefer to keep things a secret he'll happily do it in private for you) And when you're sick at home he makes sure to take care of you, even when he's busy he always makes sure to give proper instructions to the others on what to do so you'll be healthy again. Doctor!bf who sometimes can't get enough sleep because of the demands for him on field. Who still tries to take care of you and make sure you're well even when he's tired. Who lets out soft tears when you kiss him so warmly, kissing his chest, his cheek, his body, everything about him. Who you spoil everytime you can, who you spoil by massaging his body even though he refuses but gives in anyway because he can't say no to you.

Doctor bf! Who can't help but smile when you kiss the back of his hand in return or when you'd let him rest while your hands work it's magic. Who lets you do as you please, surrendering himself to you and letting you do anything you want to him, who will just take it and smile even when you say something like "what if i make you fuck a stranger? Or someone that hates me so much, letting them who wants to hurt me, fuck you. Hm?",, You know he doesn't want to, he only wants you to touch his body but he wants to make you happy. (Not that you'd let just about anyone touch your boyfriends anyway as if. They're your precious.) Still, it's kind of endearing to know that they'll do anything just to make you happy! (He wonders if you'll make him have a toy inside one day while he's at work, though he knows you'll never do that to him when he's working.)

Doctor!bf who is offered a special drink by you at the date you planned for him, a glossy pink-purple mocktail you apparently made with a secret ingredient (one that you apparently got after your week out with Ceo!bf). Saying "cheers, my love" Before he gulps it, complimenting you for it. He's so happy right now.Though that happiness turned into pure want and need when he struggles to stay still in bed, waking up from a wet dream with his body feverishly hot and a very visible hard on. He's not dumb, he immediately could tell what the reason for his condition was.

But still, he couldn't help but think if this is the ingredient that ceo gave you, what did you do with him? Did you softly kiss his neck as your hands tease the male's nipples? Your maybe putting him in a mating press as you fuck him roughly under the effects of lust,,,, ah fuck he came by just the thought of you..

Model!bf extremely pretty and insanely popular and has a high demand. Very picky about who he works with and is bot afraid to reject people (no matter if it's big brands or popular people). He also prefers to ask your opinion on thing, is he too revealing for the photo shoot? Should he tone down his sex appeal? Should he eat this today? Can he meet with x or work with y? He trusts you that you want the best for him!

You're not his manager but he prefers you to take control over his manager anyday, often asking you for things then telling the decision to the manager.Model! Bf is not rude by any means, he's well liked but he's just aloof most times. The thing that makes him care for others is the fact that you care for them, which means if he wahts your affection he has to show you he can be kind like you. So he does just that.

Model!bf who gives you sad puppy eyes. Saying that you've spent your days with the other two and asking you to spend time with him too. who takes you out to a fancy dinner and gets ready for you, inviting you over to his suite one night, only for you to be greeted with your sweet boyfriend in a sexy Lingerie and tied up with silk to the bed frame as soon as you got off the shower. Sex toys layed for you to choose and abuse him with.

Oh how he loves that primal look on your eyes, especially because he knows you can't hold it in much longer. Especially not with the effects of a certain something in your system..

Oh how he's grateful to ceo!bf for telling him this..

I need this sm!~ just imagine each day of the week having a different boyfriend to bend over and use like a toy! Sending the doctor bf a video of how good you were fucking CEO boyfriend just to get him all jelly and pent up at work coming back home in a silent huff actin like he doesn’t even want you….well until you walk out of the shower then he’s all over you he can’t possibly handle seeing how good you fucked CEO boyfriend I mean how could you be so cruel to him? He wants the same treatment too! ₍ᐢ≧ x ≦ᐢ₎

And poor Model boyfriend is just a little pillow princess for you, bent over drooling on himself in a slutty pink thong making a sticky mess (≧▽≦) half pulled aside with his cock pressed to it all hard but you’re far to busy fucking CEO boyfriend to give his slutty hole the cock it craves…how unfair!….his thumbs can’t help but rub and prod his little rose bud squealing in the back stage of one off his shoots, guess he’ll just have to tell his real manager sorry!….whats that white stain on some of the modeling clothes?…oops ᕱ⑅ᕱ

During your week stay with CEO boyfriend you were having this man any and every way you could! If your face wasn’t buried between his two cheeks eating him out like a rabid bunny then what were you truly doin?….maybe even getting some ideas from your Model! Boyfriend and get CEO boyfriend in a cute bunny but plug!.. /(˃ᆺ˂)\ havin him all bent over his desk or pressed up to the window in his own company~ turnin him into a little slut for your cock biting at his neck having your phone conveniently recording on his desk?….gosh he can’t even think what it’s for, tsk~ what a dumb little bunny ain’t he…. ₍ᐢ.‸.⑅ᐢ₎↝

#sleep 0 deprived #sleep deprived #sleep-0-deprived #／(＞×＜)＼

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potatoplace · 9 months ago

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Control

Azriel x Reader

Part 2

Story Summary: On your 145th birthday, your mate Azriel has a very special day planned for you. His only requirement of you is that you give up control and follow your instincts.

Warnings: mentions of abuse and domestic violence, killing your husband, ddlg, allusions to sex, egregious usage of pet names

Words: ~7.4k (~8.9k total)

Author's Note: okay so it's finally here! I know, I know, it took me a lot longer than I'd planned to get it out, but it's also 3x the length I had thought it would be... so there's that lol. Think of this as my apology for loml + my tears ricochet, some cute sweet fluffy goodness with Az to make up for the heartbreak. Also, I'm not sure how much I like this piece, the concept was really fun it was just a bit difficult starting and getting the words to flow. I just know that I appreciate all of the pet names... I hope you all enjoy, and thank you for reading! Oh and there's a second part, since there's a text block limit on here, that will be up in a few minutes.

p.s. there may be a true second part to this, basically a smutty epilogue, if I feel like writing it later

18+ only pls

💙🤍💙🤍💙

Azriel had always tried and succeeded in making your birthdays special. He knew the way you were raised had ruined them for you, nothing but a count down to the day you would be sold off like cattle to a male, likely crueler than your parents.

And he had been. You had been married to a vile excuse for a fae, Marcus at the age of twenty. He beat you for every misstep you made, and in his view nearly everything you had done while together was one.

The food was never delicious enough, you weren’t beautiful enough for a male like him, you talk to other fae too often.

The final straw came when, five years into your arranged marriage, Marcus beat you half to death for not having given him an heir yet. That night, you vowed to yourself that the next day would be the last your husband drew breath.

You prepared him breakfast, even with the broken arm he had given you. Using the small packet of poisonous herbs you had bought when you were feeling brave a few months ago, you slipped some into the middle of his omelette.

And the rest was history.

You were free to live you life, though you had to put your minor healing powers to work to afford the basic necessities. But, you still had the home Marcus had owned, given that he had no living relatives, and it was enough for you.

You had lived your life for another hundred years, as peacefully as one could in the Court of Nightmares.

The first time you saw Azriel had been at a revel, one held for the High Lord’s birthday. Attendance had been mandatory, and as you rarely attended revels you dressed your very best, a black silk floor-length gown with a slit running all the way up your left leg and ending at the top of your thigh. It had thin straps to hold it on both shoulders, and you had never felt more beautiful. It was one of the few things you had saved up to buy, nearly working yourself ragged to do so, but it was worth it.

The way his eyes met your across the room once he entered was electric, and he had made your way over to you almost in an instant.

Your heels had made you four inches taller, but the moment you stood next to the Shadowsinger you felt as if you weren’t wearing them at all. His wings added extra height to him, and you felt so small in comparison. But he didn’t lean over you, attempting to use his height to intimidate you. Instead, he introduced himself.

“My name is Azriel. What is your name, please?”

“I know who you are, Shadowsinger.”

“If you know who I am, would it not be fair for me to know who you are?” Azriel countered. “I merely wish to know the name of my mate.”

Mate. The word struck through you, the bond snapping with such intensity you stumbled slightly in your heels. Azriel steadied you with a calm hand, and you internally scolded yourself.

One conversation and you’re acting like a fool.

“Y/N," you finally respond.

“Y/N,” Azriel said, testing your name out on his tongue. The sound sent instant butterflies into your stomach. “Would you care to join me somewhere more private?” You gave him a look of disdain, having hoped he would be different from the rest. “No no, nothing like that. I figure that the prying eyes and ears turned to hear our every word are something both of us would like to avoid.”

You thought about it for a moment. Truly, the male could have swept you away in an instant, whisking you away to Mother knows where. If he had ill intent, he most likely would have acted upon it already.

“I suppose another location could be nice,” you reply, holding a hand out for him to take. He took it in his, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

Your heart fluttered, tugging lightly on the bond accidentally.

He winnowed the two of you away, and reappeared in a sitting room a moment later.

“I know that this is a shock to you, honestly it’s a shock to me as well,” Azriel started. “I never- I have not once believed that I deserve to be blessed with a mate, but I know that if you choose to pursue the bond, I will take care of you for as long as you allow. Even if you choose to reject the bond, if you would like I will provide you with a home of your own, anywhere you would like in the Night Court.”

Choose to reject- “What?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. A male- your mate- was offering to take care of you even if you reject the bond. That was… unheard of here.

“I want to take care of you, even if you have no part in my life. I would enjoy getting to know you if you are open to it, though.”

“I…” You hesitated. A mate was something out of your control. Already, you were acting on instinct instead of carefully planning each action. But… The Mother had judged you as equals, and if he was being truthful… “Make a bargain with me. Promise that you will allow me to leave you permanently and alive if I choose to.”

Azriel blinked at you twice before his face broke into a grin larger than you though possible for such a stoic male. “It’s a bargain, Y/N.”

A burning sensation sparked on your sternum, just below where your dress started. You pulled it back slightly, and saw a delicate moonflower wrapped in shadows. Pretty.

“Tell me about yourself?” Azriel asked lightly.

And you had.

The two of you had gone on a few dates before you even let him inside of your house, and another three months after that you let him stay the night for the first time.

You were slow to trust, even if Azriel had shown no signs of abusive behavior or anything similar. But over time he made his way into your heart, residing around the very middle of it. He was your world now, the one you would do anything for. Even if that made you weak, or soft, and he was the one person you allowed yourself to let your guard down around.

Over a year in, on your birthday, Azriel had spent the entire day with you, a rarity with his job and you occasionally being called away for healing duties. He had cooked you dinner while you watched, flitting around him and wanting to help, but Azriel wouldn’t let you.

The dinner had been wonderful, Azriel was truly gifted in the kitchen. After, Azriel had asked if you would live with him.

You said yes.

The two of you bought a house together in Velaris, a city that made the spark of hope that had ignited in your chest after meeting Azriel turn into a blazing fire. Here, the people were free. They could do whatever they wanted, be whoever they wanted, follow their dreams until the end.

Your dream, your wish that you kept so deeply buried inside of your heart, was to reclaim the softness that had been stolen from you, beaten from your bones.

Azriel had helped with that already, his love and affection melting away the hard exterior you had while in private with him. Five years after meeting, you had accepted the bond on his birthday with his favorite meal, and the frenzy that followed was absolute bliss.

This year was a bit different, Azriel’s sole mission on your birthday was to make your dream for yourself come true, twenty years into your mateship.

You were getting ready for bed, brushing your hair on the eve of your 145th birthday when Azriel called you into your shared bedroom.

“Yes, my love?” You asked as you entered, and then you saw it.

Azriel was holding a baby pink silk nightgown with lace along the hem and a bow on the middle of the collar, far cuter than anything you normally wore. And… you had seen it before. When you went shopping for a set of lingerie to surprise your mate, you had lingered in front of it, testing out the soft feeling of the fabric against your fingers, wishing you were brave enough to purchase something so cute, let alone wear it.

“I… How did you know?”

Redness spread onto Azriel’s cheeks as he confessed, “I might have had a few reports from my shadows about the things you seem to want, but do not buy for yourself. The one that sleeps on the back of your neck all day was particularly vocal about it. I wanted to surprise you, sweetheart, with a wonderful day tomorrow. But that starts tonight, with you wearing this to bed.” His smile was so sweet, your knees went weak. It was always so hard to resist him.

“What is tomorrow?”

“If you allow it, and place full trust in me, I have planned out a day for you to have to make no decisions, just following your instincts.” You wrinkled your nose, the idea of giving up all control was one you had rarely entertained in the dead of night, though it had always been to Azriel… “I know it sounds a bit daunting, but you know that I will never make you do anything that you do not want to, right?”

You nodded your head, that had always been the truth in your relationship. Everything was a mutual agreement, the both of you having issues with trust due to your childhoods.

“And we can drop at any time, and just have a nice day all to ourselves if you don’t enjoy it. All that I ask is that you give it a chance. Will you?”

Having that last piece of knowing it could end at any moment, that small bit of control to put your mind at ease.

“Yes,” you breathed, walking over to where he was standing, nightgown still in his hands.

“Thank you, babydoll. I promise, tomorrow will be wonderful. Now, let me undress you,” he said, setting the nightgown down on the bed and raising the hem of your shirt.

You let him, raising your arms to help. Next came your bra, gently undone with kisses placed on your neck as he did so. Then he unbuttoned your pants, shimmying them down your hips and tossing them away after you lifted your feet.

“Arms up, princess.” You blushed at the nickname, one reserved for tender moments in between the sheets, and did as he said. The nightgown slipped over your head, the fabric running down your body like water. The lace at the edges was soft, no hints of scratchiness to be found.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. So cute and sweet, and all for me,” Azriel whispered into your ear as he pulled you into a hug, your body softening against his after a few moments. A sigh slipped out of your lips, and Azriel kissed the crown of your head before pulling away slowly. “Did you need to do anything else before we go to bed?”

“No, I did everything already Az.”

“Let’s go to sleep then, lovely,” he said, and the two of you slipped beneath the sheets, your back to his chest and his arm wrapped tightly around your chest, one wing cocooning the two of you.

You fell into a peaceful sleep, the scent and feeling of your mate all you could ever think to wish for.

💙🤍💙🤍💙

The next morning you were awoken to soft kisses trailing down your neck, and the sensation of wet hair tickling you.

Az’s arm was still around you, and you wiggled in his hold, pressing your hips back against his.

“Now, now,” Az tutted, slight disapproval in his voice, and you stilled. “None of that right now, my sweet birthday princess. It’s time for your bath.”

“Mm I don’t want to get out of bed yet though, Az,” you whined. The sheets were far too comfortable, and the nightgown you were wearing was heaven against your skin, plus the hard press of your mate against your rear… no, you wanted to stay in bed.

“I promise the bath with be worth it, babydoll. Come on,” he said, getting out of the bed and taking you with him, carrying you into the bathroom and setting you on your feet.

The bath had already been drawn, a thick layer of bubbles covering the surface and a soothing lavender and chamomile scent wafting from it. Candles were set up along the edge, and a cup of coffee made just how you like was sitting on the counter.

You went to remove your new nightgown before Azriel’s hands stopped you.

“Let me do that, sweetheart.” He lifted the gown of your head and put it in the laundry basket. “Go ahead and get in, I’ll bring you your coffee.”

You did as he said, and the water was at the perfect temperature. Azriel handed you your coffee, and you took a large sip before looking at him.

“You aren’t going to join me?”

Azriel smiled and shook his head. “No, princess, this bath is all about you. I took one just before I woke you up. Drink your coffee, sweetness,” he said, tilting the cup toward your mouth again.

You do as he says again, even though your mind is fighting against it. He had asked that you try, so you would try as hard as you could to enjoy it.

And really, with your body warmed inside by coffee and outside by the luxurious bath Az had drawn for you, it wasn’t too hard to like it so far. Especially once Azriel started to wash your body with a soft cloth, taking is time to massage out any knots in your shoulders and arms. You always were tense with your healing work.

But all of that stress melted away with your mate’s gentle hands cleaning your skin.

When he finally pulled you out of the bath, he dried you off with a fluffy towel, pressing soft kisses all over you. You were feeling sleepy all over again, and just wanted to crawl back into bed with your mate.

“Alright, baby, we just need to get you dressed and then I’ll start breakfast.” Azriel went to the closet and pulled out a lavender wrap dress with short sleeves, another item that you had admired while shopping before. It was buttery soft as Azriel pulled it over your head, and it fell to right above your knees. You felt beautiful.

Azriel brought your slippers over to you, helping secure them on your feet.

“You look even better in this than I thought you would, sweetheart, though I don’t know how that’s possible.” You blush at his words, holding your arms out for a hug. He wrapped you in his arms, squeezing you tight against his chest. He’s so warm, and smells so good. His night chilled mist and cedar scent lulled you into a daze, your eyes glazed over when you met his after he pulled away from you slightly.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

“Hi,” you say back, your voice quiet.

“You doing good?” He asked as his hand caressed your face gently. You could only nod, so at peace and in the moment with your mate. A smile breaks across his face, and he tightened his arms around you once more before he disentangled himself from you.

“Come on babydoll, you can watch me make breakfast,” he said, leading you into the kitchen. He picked you up and set you on the island counter across from the stove.

He pulled out two wrapped packages, a carton of blueberries, and a bowl covered with a lid, then grabs three frying pans out of a cupboard.

"What's for breakfast?" You ask, resisting the urge to kick your feet as they hang in the air from your place on the island counter.

"Pancakes, sausages, bacon and some fruit, my love," Azriel replies, placing a kiss on your forehead when he turned to look at you.

"Do you need any help?" You ask out of habit.

While Azriel does take care of you as much as you allow, it has been hard kicking your old habits of always offering to help, any way to make your eventual suffering easier on you.

"No, sweetheart, I just need you to sit there and look adorable. Can you do that for me?" Azriel requests as he unwraps the sausages and puts them in a pan, then does the same with the bacon.

You sigh. Doing nothing? That's difficult. "I can try, Az."

"Good girl." Now that sent a thrill through you, and put a smile on your face. In the past couple of years you had noticed how much praise had begun effecting you, especially from the lips of your mate.

Azriel began making breakfast, pouring some of the batter he had made before waking you up into one of the pans. He places some blueberries onto it, being more careful with them than usual.

Az could feel your eyes on him, and turned to look at you. "Yes, love?"

"You're being careful with the blueberries," you state.

"Yes I am. I'm making smiley faces in the pancakes, sweetness."

You smile widened, the idea of it was so cute. "Smiley faces?"

"Mhm. I figured I would even make your breakfast cute, Y/N. After all, you're so cute you deserve to eat cute things too." His words sent blood to your cheeks, and your legs started kicking gently in the air.

Azriel returns to the stove, dutifully cooking until he hears you make to get off the counter. He whips around and holds your hips in place. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I... I wanted to help."

He kisses your lips, cheeks, then forehead. "You are too sweet, mate. I have everything under control, I promise. Just stay here and eat some blueberries, okay?" He hands the carton to you, and you pout slightly as you toss one in your mouth.

Azriel turns back to the stove, ready to get the food finished so he can pay more attention to you again.

In a few minutes, he's plated everything and brought it to the table, including a bowl of fruit from the fridge, before returning to you. He picked you up, carrying you over to the table as you giggle in his arms. Azriel gently sets you in your chair, then takes the seat next to you, scooting his chair over so that he's right next to you.

You go to pour some syrup on your pancakes- the smiley faces are pretty adorable- before a hand stops you, taking the bottle from your grasp. "Hey-"

"I told you, sweetheart, that you don't have to do anything today. That includes pouring your syrup and cutting your food." Az pours a generous amount on your pancakes, just the way you like them. He cuts a bite for you, and brings the fork to your mouth.

You look between the bite of food and Azriel, raising a brow.

"Open up, babygirl." His gentle tone coaxes you to give it a try, and you let him feed you the bit of pancake.

The blueberries are just the right amount of sweetness, the pancake itself thick and fluffy. Your eyes close for a moment as you chew, and when you open them Azriel has a soft smile on his face.

“Is it good?”

You nod your head. Azriel’s pancakes are one of your favorite foods he makes, always so delicious and fluffy.

“Good. Open wide,” he said as he brought another forkful to your mouth.

The pattern continued, Azriel taking bites off his own plate while you chewed yours. Before long you were full, turning your head away from the last bite of sausage Azriel was offering you.

“You full, babygirl?”

“Mhm, it was a lot of food, Azzie.” The nickname slipped out of your mouth without you even thinking, a sure sign you were relaxed and happy. “This is nice, so far,” you admitted.

Azriel’s face split into a grin, a rarity on his face, though it was becoming more and more common in your presence. “I knew you would like it, Y/N.” He kissed your forehead, then stood up from the table and offered you a hand. You take it and let him pull you into the bedroom. “Now, we are going to go shopping. But, with the weather, you need to wear a little more than you are now, cutie.”

He went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of white woolen tights, and turned back to you. “Sit down on the bed for me.” You do, and he goes to his knees in front of you. He takes off your slippers, then shimmies the tights up your legs until they’re all the way on your hips. “Perfect, sweetheart, you look so adorable in these. Do they feel warm enough to go out into the snow?”

“Yes, I think I will be warm enough. But I’m not sure I have a coat that will be good enough, though…”

Azriel chuckled. “I got one for you specifically for today, but I hope you will wear thicker coats more often. I hate to think of you walking in the cold in just a light jacket when I’m not here, sweetheart.” He pulled you up from the bed, leading you to the entryway closet that he opened, grabbing a puffy white coat that looked like it would go down to your mid-thigh.

You extended your arms without him prompting you, which made him smile again. He slipped the coat onto your arms, buttoning it up methodically. He then grabbed a pair of fluffy white snow boots which you slid your feet into, letting him lace them up for you. He pulled on his own coat, which he let you button up when you gave him a pouty look, then put on his own boots.

“Just a few more things, baby.” He wrapped a light pink knit scarf around your neck, making sure to cover as much skin as he could with it, leaving it loose in the front in case you felt like pulling it over the bottom of your face. Then he slipped matching mittens onto your hands, pressing a kiss to the top of each one beforehand. And the last was a matching hat with a pink puffball on the top. He fit it snuggly onto your head.

“You should wear a hat too, Azzie,” you point out. Especially if it was snowing, you didn’t want your mate to catch a cold. He merely smiled and shook his head at you, grabbing his own black hat and gloves from the closet.

“You worry about me so much, sweetie. I was always going to wear a hat, it’s been snowing since I woke up, after all.” He tapped your nose with his pointer finger, then leaned in for a kiss. It was so gentle and sweet, a perfect kiss if there ever was one. Then again, that was all of their kisses.

The two of you left your home, Azriel locking the door behind you. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground, most likely four of five inches deep.

Azriel grabbed your hand and began leading you down the street that would take the two of you to the Palace of Thread and Jewels.

The snow made the trek take longer than usual, but with your mate’s warm hand encasing yours, you didn’t mind at all. The two of you passed a few shops before you made it to your first destination, a bedding store that the two of you had come to in the past.

He brushed the snow off of your hat and shoulders, the pulled you into the shop.

“Now, sweetheart, I want you to remember to follow your instincts, pick out whatever you feel drawn to, okay?” You nodded your head; After all, the day so far had been amazingly comforting, the caring presence of your mate doing so much to relax you.

He let you wander around the shop, following closely behind you with his shadows swirling around your feet. You paused in front of a shelf of throw blankets, your eyes catching on a blush colored one.

Reaching a hand out, you went to brush your fingers on it before realizing they were still clad in mittens.

“Here, sweetness, let me take that for you,” Azriel said as he removed the mitten from your hand, leaving it free to brush against the blanket.

“It’s so soft,” you breathed. You turned your head over your shoulder to look at Azriel. “Can I get it?” Your voice was shy, still nervous about choosing cute things for yourself.

“Of course, princess. You can get anything you want, today and every day.” He picked the blanket up and held it in his arms. “Keep looking, there’s a lot more you haven’t seen yet.”

You followed his suggestion, walking further into the shop. Your eyes lock onto a sapphire blue pillow, fur all along the top side of it. Your ran your fingers through it- so silky smooth, you just needed to have it. “This too, please,” you whispered to Az, and he licked that up as well. The two of you looked through the rest of the shop, but nothing else caught your interest strongly enough to linger near it. Azriel gently led you with a hand on your back to the counter, placing both items on it.

“Did you find everything you needed?” The clerk asked as he wrote out the total on a receipt, crediting the purchase to your joint account.

“Yes we did, thank you,” Azriel replied, squeezing your hand in his.

“Were you needing a bag at all today?”

“No, thank you, we’ll be fine without one,” Azriel said, grabbing the pillow and blanket off the counter and leading you back to the entrance. Before you stepped outside, he handed the items off to his shadows, letting them carry the goods back to your home. He also pulled your mitten out of his pocket and slipped it back onto your hand.

You left the shop, heading further into the Palace. A few doors down, Azriel opened the door to a clothing store, ushering you inside.

Without prompting, you began to explore the store. This was one you had only looked into from the windows on the street, deeming the clothes, as lovely as they are, too feminine and cutesy for your daily life.

But once inside, you couldn’t help but pick out a decent number of outfits, taking them to into the dressing room to try on, Azriel waiting outside.

“Show me each one that you like, sweetie,” he requested, taking a seat in the chair meant specifically for this purpose.

You do, showing him a halter top and skirt set in a gorgeous blue that matched his siphons near perfectly. “This is perfect, love,” he praises you, pulling you by your hips to him. “It’s so sweet when you match me.”

You giggle softly, placing a kiss on his lips. “I definitely want this one.” You spin your hips, the skirt flaring out attractively from where it had rested at your mid-thigh. “It’s fun to move in,” you say, happiness in your voice.

“Good. Go try on some more, babygirl.”

A few outfits later, and you only found one other piece of clothing you wanted at the moment. It was a shade of pale pink with long, flowing sleeves that came down to the tops of your fingers. The hem reached yours knees, the skirt of the dress separated from the bodice by a matching ribbon at the waistline. The ribbon tied into a bow at the back, something that you would normally never wear out, let alone pick out to try on. But, Azriel had wanted you to try, and it was honestly easier than you had thought it would be to follow your instinctual taste.

You opened the curtain, and Azriel’s jaw dropped open- the only other time that had happened in public was your wedding and mateship ceremony.

“You look…” he paused, and your doubts started creeping in. “You look so, amazingly beautiful sweetheart, like a true angel brought to this earth to bless my life.” He stood up from his chair, scooping you into his arms and twirling you around, causing you to loose a giggle.

“I love this one, it’s so perfect. I feel like a princess,” you say after he sets you down, a wide smile on your face.

“I would have bought it anyways, just for the slightest chance you ever even thought of putting it on again.”

You change back into your clothes, letting Azriel redress you in your outerwear. He brings your two outfits to the front counter, once again handling the interaction for you as you leaned into his side. It was nice, not having to worry about any of the minutiae that went with shopping.

He pulls you out of the shop, a large bag in his hands which he keeps in his hand instead of sending off with his shadows. The two of you make your way over to the Rainbow slowly, enjoying the slow snowfall.

“In here, sweetheart,” Azriel says, guiding you into an art supply shop. “I have something specific in mind for you.”

“Oh? What is it Az?”

“Right here,” he says, extending a hand towards a set of ink pots, neatly packaged together in a wooden box with a glass lid.

“Inks?”

“Yes, I thought you could use something that’s easy, a bit mindless to do when you have free time. I asked Feyre what she thought about an ink set with a few books of drawings to fill in with color, and she thought it was the perfect idea for when you want to do something with your hands, but you don’t want to focus or think. It also comes with quills that are enchanted to return the ink to its pot when you hold it over the correct pot again, that way you won’t have a problem switching between colors… What do you think?”

You thought about it. While it did feel a bit… childish to color in pictures, the idea of having something simple to do when you’re tired but restless would be nice.

“That sounds nice, Az. Do they have books I can pick out here?”

“Yes, they do. They’re over in the back right corner, I’ll meet you over there in a second sweetheart.”

You wandered off into the direction he guided you, finding the selection of coloring books fairly quickly.

One instantly caught your eye, a collection of different creatures found in the Night Court, drawn in a cuter way than they appeared in person. You grabbed that one, and another of plants found in the solar courts.

Azriel came up behind you, placing a kiss on the top of your head, through your hat. You turn around to look at him and held the two books out for him to take, which he did.

“Did you want any others right now?”

“No, I think two will be enough for now. We can always come back again if I want more,” you said, and Azriel’s face softened before he kissed you.

“Alright, I’ll get this paid for and then we have one more stop before we’ll get some tea.”

In a few minutes, the two of you were leaving the shop, another bag in Azriel’s hands. The next shop he led you two was just two doors down from the art supply one, and it was a store you had considered going into every single time you had come to the Rainbow.

The windows were filled with various stuffed animals, plants, and fae. There was a whole half of a window dedicated to Illyrians, all fitted with differently colored siphons, though three you could tell were based off of your mate and his brothers.

That was one of the reasons you had always wanted to enter the shop, having a small miniature Azriel to keep you company while he’s away on long missions and the bond is quieted by the distance.

Azriel drags you inside, taking you over to the display holding the Illyrian plushies.

“Did you want one of me, babygirl?”

Color flushed your cheeks, and you bury your face in his chest before nodding.

“Did you want this small one? Or did you want a bigger one, one that’ll be enough to snuggle while I’m gone?”

“…Both?”

A chuckle vibrates through Azriel’s chest. “Both it is, baby. Go ahead and grab the small one, and look at the other options while I get the larger one ordered, okay?”

You grab the small miniature of your mate, then walk slowly towards the counter in the back of the store that Azriel was standing at. You pick up another plush, this one is your favorite flower, and join him at the counter.

“That will be ready in a week or so, Shadowsinger. We will send a note to your home, informing you when it is ready to be pick up. Ah, are these the other purchases?” The clerk asked, taking the plushies from your arms after you nod in confirmation. “Perfect, I will just grab you a bag, and you two are all set. Have a lovely rest of your day,” she says kindly, giving you a warm smile as she hands the bag to you.

Azriel guides you out of the store with a gentle hand on your lower back, and takes the bag from your hand once you’re back in the winter weather.

“How does tea sound to you, love?” Azriel asked, still leading you with that comforting hand.

“Something warm would be nice.”

He leads you to a tea shop that is decorated in soft pastels and smells heavenly, most likely because of the large case of baked goods that instantly drew your eyes. The two of you approach the counter, your eyes passing over every dessert in the case, lingering on a slice of strawberry cake and an adorable cookie, decorated with pink frosting and in the shape of a fox, it’s features drawn on in black frosting.

Azriel talks with the fae at the counter, but you aren’t listening, only looking between the slice of cake and the cookie, trying to decide between the two.

“Anything catching your eye, love?” Azriel asks softly into your ear, startling you from your thoughts.

“Oh, um…” you try to make a decision between the two, but your brain isn’t working fast enough.

“We can share a few, if you want more than one,” Az suggests gently, and when you point out the two items you want, he knows he found your dilemma.

“We’ll have a slice of strawberry cake and one of those pink fox cookies, please,” Azriel says, ordering for you and pressing a kiss to your head.

“But what about the tea-?”

“I already ordered some, love. Come on, let’s go take a seat.” Azriel pulls you to the side of store with a large fireplace, something you hadn’t even noticed when you walked in. He removes your coat, setting it on the back of a chair, then gently pushes you down onto it.

At this point, you feel like all you can do is follow his lead, so relaxed and in the moment that you don’t even want to make decisions.

Azriel sits in the seat next to yours, scooting as close as he can to you like he did with breakfast. He takes each mitten off of your hands, then removes your hat, smoothing out your hair after he sets it down.

Between the fire roaring in front of you and his wing covering your back, you were so warm and cozy you thought you might even be able to take a nap here.

“How are you doing, baby?” He asks lowly in your ear, wrapping an arm around you as well.

You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, something you usually would never do in public. But Azriel is so warm, and smells so wonderful. And he’s here, keeping you safe. Even from prying eyes, with his massive wing blocking you from the windows leading to back to the streets of the Rainbow.

“Perfect,” you sigh, melting further into his shoulder.

The fae who took your order comes over with a tray, a teapot, two teacups, and two plates with the desserts you picked out on top of it. You keep your head where it is, too comfortable to move, even if it means showing that to someone you don’t know. She sets all of the items on the table, pouring out tea for the both of you. “Enjoy,” she says with a smile as she walks away.

The two of you sip your tea, a sweet floral blend that you can’t quite name, but you suppose that doesn’t matter too much. Azriel feeds you bites of cake and the cookie slowly, taking his own every now and then.

You nearly fall asleep on him once the desserts are finished, so content in this moment you don’t want to move.

“Alright, princess, let’s get home for a little bit before dinner.” You groan, pushing further into his shoulder. “We can snuggle when we get home, princess.” That gets you to move, the thought of being snuggled together under your new blanket on the couch at home. You turn to look at Azriel, who has a fond look on his face.

“What?”

“You’re so cute, love.” He kisses you, then stands up and grabs your coat off the back of your chair. Your face scrunches as you stand, not wanting to leave the warmth of the fireplace behind either, but you let Azriel redress you in your winter clothes, smiling when he kisses you again. He picks up your shopping bags, the guides you out of the tea room, thanking the fae before closing the door.

The two of you make your way back home slowly, the snow even thicker on the ground now that you had spent another hour indoors.

Near your home, along the Sidra, you spot an untouched patch of snow, and pause in your tracks.

“What is it, love?” Azriel asks you, stopping and looking at you, then glancing to where your eyes were locked on to. “Oh, did you want to make a snow Illyrian, princess?”

You bite your lip, then nod your head. Azriel merely secures your hat further down your head, and checks to make sure that your mittens are still covering your hands. “Go for it. By tomorrow, all of the snow will have been trampled, sweetheart.”

You hesitate for a moment, thinking about what other would think of you being so childish-

No. You were going with your instincts today. Besides, hardly anyone was out no about today, and there was no one on this side of the Sidra to stare at you. And Azriel was here, he would keep you safe. So you got down on the ground, repeatedly moving your arms and legs in their full range of motion.

You had always wanted to do this as a child, but even on the times you were let out of the mountain during the winter, you had been kept on a tight leash.

But now, with your mate? You were free to do whatever you wanted, as he had proved time and again throughout your relationship, and so many times today alone.

You stop once you feel you’ve made enough of an impression on the snow, and Azriel reaches a hand down to pull you up. You take it, then step back into what you believe to be the road and glance back at your creation.

It’s cute, though it looks nothing like Illyrian wings, but you suppose that doesn’t matter much.

“So cute Y/N. But let’s go now, I don’t want my sweet little mate to catch a cold.”

The two of you make your way back to your front door, and Azriel unlocks it before ushering you inside.

He strips you of your outerwear before taking his off, and you beeline for the couch in the living room, where your new blanket and pillow are already waiting for you.

“Before we snuggle, princess, you should change out of your dress,” Azriel suggests, and you groan in protest.

“But I want to snuggle right now,” you say impatiently.

“I know, love, but it will only take a moment to change you into something different sot that your dress doesn’t get too wrinkled before dinner.”

You sigh then follow him into the bedroom. He deposits the shopping bags onto the bed, pulling something out of the bag from the clothing store, one that you didn’t recognize.

It was a sleepwear set, a tank top with a bow resting in the middle of the neckline, a pair of shorts, and a set of knee high socks, all in a pale blue.

“When did you pick that out?”

“While you were trying on all of those clothes. I thought I would pick out some to give you as a surprise princess, after all, it is your birthday.”

You approach the bed and peek into the bag, and see that it is mostly full, pastel sets of underthings on every shade of the rainbow.

“Do you want to wear one of the sets now?”

You pull one out, a bralette and pair of panties in a pastel pink. “This one,” you say, presenting it to him.

He sets the clothes down on the bed, then strips you of the clothes you’re wearing. You let him redress you in the new clothes, loving how soft all of the fabrics are, Azriel having shopped for your comfort as well as a softer look than your usual attire.

“You look so adorable in those, baby,” Azriel says, his voice soft and sweet as he puts the socks on you, then your slippers.

“Thank you, Azzie. I really like these, they’re so cozy,” you say, running your hands along the tank top. “Can we cuddle now?”

“Yes, sweetheart. I do have a couple of reports I need to write first, it shouldn’t take more than an hour, but I’ll have you rest your head in my lap, if you would like.”

Your lip slides into a pout, you wanted to cuddle with him now.

“I know, sweetheart, but I’ll be quick about it, okay? And you can hug one of your new plushies while you wait for me to finish.”

“Fine…” you agree, fishing the plush that resembles Azriel out of the bag and clutch it to your chest while you follow Azriel back into the living room.

He sits down on the couch, patting his lap in invitation. You follow him, curling up on the couch and resting your head on his lap, sighing when he settles the soft, blush pink blanket over your body.

Papers rustle as Azriel’s shadows bring him what he needs to complete his work, but your eyes are already closed. One of Az’s hands begins to card through your hair slowly, and you let out a quiet purr at the sensation.

Within a few minutes, you had drifted off to Azriel’s soft touches, quiet breathing, and the gentle scratch of a quill on paper.

💙🤍💙🤍💙

You were woken by Azriel shifting beneath you, attempting to move to lay down underneath you without waking you. You open your eyes, turning your head to look at him.

“Hello, beautiful. I’m all done with my reports, now it’s time for us to snuggle together,” He says gently, moving your body so he’s now laying on his back, you pulled over him, your head resting on his chest. You kick your legs against the edge of the blanket, managing to get it over Azriel’s feet with a bit of work. You let out a deep breath once you have, sinking down into Azriel’s warm body.

You fall asleep again in a few minutes, now soothed by the sound of his heartbeat steadily thumping in your ear.

💙🤍💙🤍💙

Part 2

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