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dr4cking · 3 years ago

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BIRTHDAY SMUT

Birthday Boy.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | fluff |

a/n : we love spoiling our ferret boy and thank you for requesting! <3

y/n look up at the clock hanging on her bedroom wall. its 12am sharp, confirming the next date has arrived, which means that it's June 5 now.

she was feeling excited and nervous as she finishes wrapping up the present that she will give to one of her best friends, draco malfoy.

they had been best friends for long years, it started in 2nd year and became inseparable since then and now they both are already graduated.

as they grew up they often flirted with each other, always got jealous when the other see another person.

they both knew that they always wanted to be 'more'. the sexual tension between the two is becoming too hard to ignore, but they were too scared to ruin their friendship.

she stood in front of her mirror, taking the last look at herself. she decided to dress up, it was a special day after all.

she wore a dark green satin dress because draco's favorite color is green and paired it up with silver heels. she had decided to put black lingerie underneath her dress incase 'it' happens.

she had asked her parents to let her stay in malfoy manor today so she can celebrate draco's birthday. and because their parents know each other too, they let her stay there.

she swishes her wand and in a second she was apparated to malfoy manor hall, it was really dark but she still managed to found his bedroom, she knocks softly on his door not wanting to wake his parents.

the door opened, revealing the blonde-haired guy who stood straightly with a genuine smile on his face.

draco is wearing his usual black suit which always making him look hotter than he already is.

she feels her heart will going to jump out of its place at any second when she cant take her eyes off of him.

"you came," he said as he greeted and taking her hand in his guiding her in. they both sit at the edge of his bed.

"of course, i wouldnt miss my best friend's birthday, making sure i was the first celebrating your birthday." she laughed softly making draco chuckle.

"you look so beautiful in that dress, love. green really suits you.”

draco once again take her hand in his and brought it to his lips and kiss it, making her cheeks heated at his action and the nickname he just called her.

"here, happy birthday draco." she placed the gift in his hand.

his eyes lit up and he immediately opens it, making y/n getting more nervous waiting for his reaction.

"oh merlin! this is so cool y/n!! i love it so much!"

he took out the black ring that had a snake symbol carved in it from its place and put it on his ring finger, taking a look and admiring it.

"i’m so glad you like it, draco! i wasnt sure what to get you then i remembered you've been looking at this ring when we passed the store last week"

"thank you so much y/n!! you dont have to do this i appreciate it so much, you're the best thing that ever happened to me, love."

he pulls her by her waist and kisses her forehead, thanking her.

no one has ever treated him like the way she does and he's so grateful to have someone like her in his life.

"aww stop it draco or i will cry in front of you now" she laughs, nudging his elbow making him laughs too but he suddenly stopped and looking at his lap.

"whats wrong, dray? are you okay? did i do something wrong?" she asks worriedly tilting his chin making him looking up at her.

"i'm afraid that i have to say this, y/n..” he takes a big sigh looking into her eyes.

“what is it? tell me i wont judge, draco”

“i- i think i’m in love with you, y/n. no! i know that i am in love with you, i have always been."

he inhales deeply and broke the eye contact, looking anywhere but her eyes, knowing his sudden confession would make him lost her this instant.

"draco, look at me" y/n said as she tilts his chin again making him look at her.

"oh god.. i’m sorry y/n i shouldnt have said that! i was just- its just i- i cant hold it anymore y/n. i need to get this out of my chest and now look, i just ruined us"

"oh draco.. you're not ruining anything, quite the opposite actually, you just made the right move, i'm in love with you too, idiot, always have been."

she chuckles and cupped his face in her hands, pressing both of their foreheads, looking at each other causing a shy smile to appear back on his face.

he tilted his head and wasting no time to smashed his lips on hers, kissing her passionately, showing her how much he loves her which she gladly returned with the same passion.

he put one of his hands on her throat and the other on her waist pulling her closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged softly on his hair making him moan into the kisses.

as the kiss turning into a full makeout, he lays her down to his bed, resting both of his hands on the side of her head still kissing her hungrily.

his suit already thrown out on the floor and her heels too. she snapped back to reality and realizing what is gonna happen then flipping their position over and now she is on top of him straddling him.

"let me do all the work draco, today is all about you, wanna make this special and a night to remember, let me make you feel good, love."

she slowly grinding against him after earning eager nods from him, both of them let out a moan at the feeling.

then she gets down and started to unbuckle his belt, kissing his growing tent and palming him through his trousers causing him to squirmed under her touch.

getting excited she pulls his trousers and boxers down, throwing them somewhere as draco's hard swollen cock sprang free and standing tall in front of her, begging for attention.

she moans at the pretty sight, licking her lips, craving to feel him. she runs her fingers around him and placing soft kisses on his inner thighs before going up to the part he needed the most.

draco let out a throaty groan when y/n finally take his hard cock in her hands pumping him, his body jolted out as he feels y/n kitten lick his tip, his hand founding its way to her hair.

she looks up to him with innocent eyes who already watching her movements, she smiles and took his balls in her mouth making draco instantly moan her name, his other hand gripped on the sheets.

then she pulls out to rest her jaw and lick a straight line on his cock from the base to the tip then going all in, his cock feels so heavy and full in her mouth, draco is already a moaning mess.

"fuck y/n- feels so g-good.." her name repeatedly left his lips like a prayer as he keeps moaning her.

she bobbed her head up and down at a steady pace, hollowing her cheeks and pulling draco deeper each time she suck him.

"yes y/n, just like that, fuck.. feels so fucking good"

she swirls her tongue around his length, sucking on his tip and taking him back inside her mouth again, her hand pumping the rest of his cock that she couldnt fit in her mouth at the same pace making sure that part got pleasures too.

he bucked his hips accidentally making her gagged and choked out, saliva dripping off her mouth and eyes watering.

"shit i’m sorry y/n!" he said as he watches her struggling.

"do that again, draco."

y/n replied as she took him back inside her mouth, and hand still stroking his cock. draco groaned and buck his hips again, making her gagged and moaning at the same time, the vibration sending him near to his high.

she noticed his cock twitched in her mouth and begin to suck faster and deeper, her hand move to his balls and massaging them helping him reach his high.

he let out a low scream of her name as he shots his warm liquids down to her throat, his legs are shaking. y/n moaned and pulls him out showing draco that she swallowed all of his cum. he smirked and mutters a 'good girl' to her.

"how was it, draco?" she asks him smirking as she slowly sat up and straddling him again.

"fuck.. you have no idea y/n.. that was amazing, the best i ever had" he replied as he still catching his breath.

she smiles at him and takes off her dress slowly showing draco her black lingerie. his pupils widened at the view in front of him.

"god y/n.. you are insanely gorgeous, you look so hot in this lingerie, darling. are you preparing all of this for me? planning all of this cause you know this is going to happen, yeah?"

his hands are now roaming around her body, admiring her in every way he could. she blushes and nodded, taking her lingerie off of her showing draco her full body making him embarrassingly moaned at the view.

she starts grinding her now bare cunt on his still hard cock, earning a soft whimper from the boy under her. his hands instantly gripped her hips helping her grinding faster, her wetness now coating his cock.

"now enjoy the ride, mr. malfoy" she said as she lifts her body and pumps his cock lining his tip against her lubricating it with her juices making both of them groaning at the sensation.

she sunk down on his cock, filling her up in a perfect way. its like their bodies fit together and were made for each other.

they’re moaning each other as draco is fully inside her. she paused and take a few seconds to adjust to his size.

"mhm.. fuck- you're so big draco.. fill me up so good inside"

she starts bouncing up and down, resting her hands on draco's chest as she picks up her pace, throwing her head back and screwing her eyes shut in pleasure.

"you're so tight y/n, wrapping my cock so tight, taking me so well" draco praises between his moans, his hands gripped harder on her hips helping her bouncing faster.

"do you like how i ride you, dray?" she leaned into his ear, blowing her hot breath and biting his earlobe making him shuddered.

"y- yes mommy" draco's breath hitched as y/n suddenly going faster, her walls now hugging his cock very tight.

she let out a groan hearing draco called her 'mommy'.

placing her lips on his jawline, licking it then going down to his neck, sucking hard as she found his sweet spot causing draco to moan his raspy voice into her ear, turning her even more.

y/n starts to give him her lovebites and marking him as hers sending butterflies to his stomach.

she put her hand on his throat, choking him lightly while her other hand toying with his nipple, making draco whine. pulling her closer to him and captured her lips on his to muffle his moans.

she broke the kiss and screaming his name out loud as his cock nearly brushing her cervix and hitting her g-spot.

"shit.. you feel so good inside me dray"

she rolled her hips faster on his cock, her tits bouncing up and down in front of him and he caught her nipple in his mouth and buried his face on her breasts, enjoying the warmness.

"ah- you feel so good too, fuck- never felt this good mommy"

his breath got stuck and he feels his cock twitched inside her indicating both of them that he was close, y/n seems close too as she bites her lips feeling the coil in her stomach tightened.

"cum for mommy, baby boy"

y/n rolls her hips and bouncing faster, tightening her grip on his throat.

and that was it for draco, he moans her name out loud not caring if someone might hear as he spilled his cum inside, filling her to the brim, ropes of his warm cum shooting inside her.

y/n cant help but cum all over his cock at the feeling of his cum shooting inside her nonstop, her walls clenching and squeezing hard on him.

both of them are a mess, legs shaking, vision blurry as they were on cloud nine, she rolled her hips lazily to ride out their orgasms before collapsing on top of draco, both panting heavily.

"fuck you have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that, love" draco said softly as he caressing her cheeks pulling her in for a sweet loving kiss.

"happy birthday, draco." y/n broke the kiss smiling at him tiredly, giving lovely kisses all over his face.

"best birthday ever, thank you my love for everything. i love you so much..” he kissed her lips one more time.

“i love you so much too, dray.”

those were the last words they spoke before both of them drifted off to sleep with a smile on their faces.

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crimsonophelia · 3 years ago

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Can I request for a fluffy friends to lovers fic with Venti and a human gn reader? They’re good friends (but the reader doesn’t know his real identity) and when reader brings up their desire to see a wind wisp in real life Venti decides to surprise them by transforming into his true form and paying them a visit. The reader finds this mysterious little wind wisp at their doorstep and gets excited, takes care of it, and while feeding it apple slices starts talking about how their good friend Venti would love to see them - but oh, he’s less of a friend and more of a crush who I’ve loved for a long time… wait, where did the wisp go? Wait, Venti?! When did you get here?!

featuring: venti x gn!reader

warnings: none

published: june 30, 2021

form: imagine

a/n: thank you for sending this in—i need more venti requests, he’s my baby <3

you could tell that the drink was beginning to hit you hard when you felt your muscles go slack. it was your fourth pint of the night, and although you thought that you could hold your drink fairly well, you could never hold a candle to your bard friend’s seemingly bottomless appetite for wine. venti was on his seventh--or was it eighth?--mug of cider for the night, and was still fairly unfazed, if you consider his usual bumbling amiability to be his default. after a long day of working and whatever it was that venti did in the daytime, you two had decided to meet up at the angel’s share that evening for a drinking night between friends, and to catch up on life and whatever else goes on in the city of mondstadt.

the night had begun with a mug per person, as you and venti caught up with each other. due to your duties at home, and his rather inconstant job as a traveling musician, it was oftentimes difficult for you and the bard to stay in touch--responsibilities always seemed to get in the way. so, naturally, you took advantage of every opportunity you could get to see venti, one-on-one, and simply talk. after knowing him for quite a while, he really was a delight to talk to, always full of witty riddles and forever knowing the right thing to say at the right time. venti really was quite remarkable.

he also had the unique talent of contagious alcoholism; after having spent an hour or so drinking and chatting with him, you unwittingly started drinking more than your usual limit, absolutely carried away with whatever small conversation venti had you engaged with at the moment. the conversation had somehow strayed into the topic of myths and legends of mondstadt. venti was speaking of some strange conspiracies surrounding the origin of the anemo hypostasis up in the mountains, and as the alcohol began to break down your proper judgement, you began to go on and on about how you, as a child, dreamed of seeing an elusive wind wisp.

you had heard stories about the boy revolutionary, armed with his bow and his words, accompanied by a little white wind wisp, leading mondstadt’s journey to freedom. the story had enchanted you when you were young, and clearly you still had not given up hope of meeting a similar wind wisp. perhaps it would bring you the same joy and power to change your life for the better, just like it did for the hero of old mondstadt.

venti listened to your reminiscing closely, looking at you with a quizzical look of interest. your intoxicated state made it so that you didn’t notice the look on his face as if he was plotting something, but, to be fair, venti’s poker face was notable for its impregnability. the night ended with him having to walk you home, propping your arm over his shoulders so that you wouldn’t trip and fall on the cobblestone streets. the last thing you remembered was him tucking you into bed, and singing you one of his funny little songs.

the next morning, you woke with a pounding headache and the bright noon sun peeking through your shutters. archons, was it so late already? you pulled yourself out of bed, trying not to stumble, distracted by the pounding in your head. you had a long list of things to do today that you had to complete, and you severely regretted drinking so much and so late with that damned bard last night (though you could never really hate him--he was too adorable).

slipping on whatever clothing closest to your bed and sluggishly following through with your daily morning routine, you got ready to head out the door to water the carrots and potatoes in your backyard. as you pulled open the door, prepared to step out and face the piercing daylight, you caught yourself as you almost stepped on the little figure at your doorstep. lying there on its side, was a wind wisp. yes, just like the ones you had read about all your childhood and you had mused about endlessly last night. it had its little eyes shut, sleeping probably, its delicate little form curled up on the step.

you were bewildered, partially at the coincidence of it all, but mostly by the rarity of what had occurred before your eyes. a wind wisp, something most people never even saw once in their lifetimes, suddenly showing up right at your doorstep after you had talked about your desire to meet one just the night before. crouching down, you scooped up its little body in your hands. the little thing began to wake, hands rubbing its eyes sleepily, as it made a chirping noise. it was ridiculously adorable.

“hey there, little guy”, you cooed. “what are you doing here?”

as it began to regain consciousness, the wisp floated up off your hands, small gusts of air emitting from its form, and it flew up to nuzzle against your face. it felt like a warm breeze brushing against your cheek, and you heard it chirping in your ear.

you giggled. “well aren’t you the cutest little thing!” you raised your hand to pet it, and it made a little gurgling noise, leaning into your touch. something about its mannerisms felt so familiar, almost like something you had known in a past life perhaps, but you couldn’t put a finger on it. its presence was just endlessly comforting, even though you had only known it for a few minutes.

reaching into your pantry, you pulled out some apples you had picked the day before, and cut it into small slices. the wisp watched you eagerly as you went about your business, like it could understand everything you did. holding up a thin slice to the wisp, a little hole in its void of a face opened up and enveloped the slice whole. a little shocked but certainly entertained, you gave it an approving head pat.

as the day went on, the little wisp continued to follow you throughout mondstadt as you ran your errands. you went outside, behind your house, to take care of the crops you were growing. as you watered your plants, the little wisp helped you disperse the water more efficiently, blowing a gentle wind from your watering can so that you didn’t have to walk as far to water the faraway plants. you go to pick some apples and sunsettias nearby, and the little fellow would fly up to the hard-to-reach fruits and throw himself against them to knock them loose from the branches, right where you could catch them. you worried a little bit whether he was hurting himself by doing so, but he appeared to be pleased just to assist you, and he certainly was not ashamed to take a few bites from the fruits of your shared labor at the end of the day.

considering how efficiently your errands were completed today, of course all thanks to the helper you acquired that morning, you thought it would be nice to use the time you had in the late afternoon to take the wisp out for a picnic dinner at windrise to show your appreciation. gathering some of the fruit the both of you had collected, and some sandwiches you made, you placed it all in a little wicker basket and set off for the great tree with your companion upon your shoulder.

upon arriving, you laid down a gingham blanket in the shade of the great tree of windrise, just a moments away from the ancient statue of barbatos. you felt like a child again, remembering the summers of carefree exploration, tunneling through the thickets in the forest, or catching frogs by the creek, or tumbling down the hills by the sea. and now, a wisp joined you, taking you back to the memories of those years, when life was much simpler.

you couldn’t help but to think of venti, the bard, the friend, who had brought you such comfort through difficult times, whose music, like the warm touch of the wisp, reminded you of home and the beauty that life could bring. your companion was now feasting comedically fast on the food you had brought along, swallowing up fruits whole, and chewing for several moments before helping itself to another. you chuckled and gave it a pat. “greedy little fellow, aren’t you?” you couldnt help but to think venti would have loved to meet the wind wisp, considering his love for nature and all sorts of fauna, and considering the small resemblance between himself and the creature.

“stick around for a bit and i might introduce you to my friend, the bard”, you told it, not really caring that it probably couldn’t understand you. “im actually not sure that we are friends, to be honest. these days we rarely see each other but...” you trailed off, distracted by the sound of the breeze through the branches. the wisp stopped eating and watched you intently. “well”, you began. “i sometimes find myself wishing him and i were more than friends. maybe not lovers, not right away but... i just know that dearly. i cannot be sure that he feels the same, but that is of no matter.” you pat the wisp’s little head again. “if i can make him happy, even just as friends, that is enough for me.”

out of nowhere, a strong wind blew past you, knocking over your wicker basket and sending it flying several feet away. agitated, you scrambled up to chase after it, finally grasping it before it could fly too far. you were perplexed—where in the world could such a strong wind have come from? the sky was clear, and there were no clouds obstructing the setting sun. how odd, you thought to yourself.

you turned around to bring the basket back to your sitting spot, but to your surprise, the wisp was gone. no, in its place was now your bard friend, venti, sitting there on the blanket like he had been there all along. how in the world did he get here without you noticing, and where in the world did the wisp go off to? you hurried over to venti, questioning, “since when did you get here?”

the bard smirked, and fiddled with his lyre that you just noticed he had brought along with him. he had that look on his face again, the one he wore whenever he had some sort of plot in mind. “whatever do you mean, [y/n]?”, he replied amusedly. “i’ve been here all along.”

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bloodycassian · 3 years ago

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Hellish part 3 - reader x cassian -

reader reports back to the Queens that she has failed her task of killing Rhysand.

"Stop acting like such a child." Amren scolded. Cassian's death glare towards her was enough to make Rhys tense. "Amren, dont you have a book to read?" Rhys asked. She smiled in a way that showed too many teeth, and would have sent a chill down the high lord's spine if he wasn't so focused on keeping everyone safe. Before she could start a fight, she left. Carrying her wine glass laced with blood with her. Cassian relaxed, finally. "I know you're not likely to forgive me for this. But I sent Azriel to watch over her on the journey back." And Cass' relaxation was gone. His rage lashed out at Rhys. "What the fuck do you mean 'watch over her'? Shes my mate." His words practically rattled the dishes on the table. The townhome seemed too cramped, like Cass' body was too tight, too hot. "And you'll kill yourself if you follow her back to the Queens." Rhys said simply, pity there in his eyes. He knew his brother well enough to know that logic would be how to win over this fight. He wondered if that mating bond ran so deep that it would counteract Cassian's strategist mind, though. Cassian snarled, but did not protest. He knew he would in fact give himself over to the Queens if it meant you being safe. He'd do anything to be by your side. He'd barely met you and he thought to sacrifice himself. He couldn't wrap his head around the insanity of it. And on top of it all, you were out to kill his brother. How cruel could the cauldron be? "Cassian, I need you here. There's powers in play that want to see us fall." Rhys spoke gently to his brother. He squeezed Cassians shoulder and finally brought that tense stare to a stop. His jaw clenched, and Rhys saw the war roiling inside him. The urge to protect, to save, to keep you at his side was eating him alive. "I'll be in the training ring." Cassian gritted out before leaving. + Your journey back to your masters was long and full of harsh sun that beat down on your skin. After two months of adjusting to Prythian's cooler weather, the abrupt change back to heat felt suffocating. Or maybe the hot feeling inside you was from the fact you'd not only failed your mission, but your mate had been one to help defend your target. You had tried to shove the thought of the male away your entire ride, but it was always there. That tantalizing golden light he radiated in the back of your mind. "Kill the high lord and as many others as you can." The spell rang through your mind as a way of distraction. And shame. The dread that filled you each hour as you pressed closer was not a welcome distraction from the heat that the bond seared through you. You didn't know the consequences of coming back unsuccessful, but you hoped to the Mother that they would give you another chance. That they were merciful because of the information you brought back. The Queens were not known for their mercy, though. Especially the Crone, queen of them all. The one that held your bargain spell in her bony fingers. The memory of the old crone cursing you made you sweat in a different way than the heat or the bond did. Nerves bundled deep inside you tingled more and more as you grew closer to the sandstone castle they resided in. The ride took a day just to get past their inner defenses. No guard dared approach you, marked with the black banner of the Queens court. Your horse was struggling by the end of the journey, refusing to gallop any longer. The shadows around you darkened when you dismounted. The sun was beginning to set along the desert and clay hills in the distance. Your heart did not sing of happiness at this reunion. The bond in the back of your mind you tried so hard to ignore seemed to flare with your stress. + The wrinkled face of the old crone reminded you of the old man that had traded you for a few gold marks when you were young. The rest of the queens stood by anxiously, watching. Waiting to see what the punishment would be. The spell compelled you to remain utterly helpless against the guards that shoved you to the floor before her. She tisked in disapproval. "Bring the cauldron, and let us unmake this one. Perhaps we will see what it gives us in return for this sacrifice." Her shrewd voice called. The other queens looked to each other with excitement, their shiny hair bouncing as they hurried to summon guards with the cauldron. You whimpered at the crushing feeling around you. Impending doom being delivered straight to you. She approached the guards that pointed their spears and swords at you. "The spell acted as a bond, hold her down as soon as she touches the water." she instructed as you were lowered to the Cauldron's edge by three guards. Your mind screamed at you to fight, to tear and thrash and kill the ones that were ready to drown you in the depths of the damned cauldron. Even if your hands weren't bound, you couldnt fight back. The terror settled deep and full in the pit of your stomach. But the spell, the bond that insured your protection against the Queens now served as a leash keeping you from fighting back against them. "A life for a life. Let this death motivate the next contender to kill Rhysand of the Night Court." she made a motion with her hands and turned, going back to the other queens. The guards lowered you, and just as she promised, the magic snapped and you began fighting for your life. They struggled to contain you, but the blade through your thigh speared you down, forcing your legs into the water. Cold like you'd never experienced seeped into your bones through the wound. Your blood did not marr the dark water, it only swallowed the lifeblood that surged from you. You grew faint, and the water reached your knees. You knew it was going to be the end of you. The water swirled and pulled, tugging you deeper. Then, a flash of darkness erupted from you. You though they'd pushed you under. But it was an explosion of shadows that had blinded the entire room. You were ripped from the icy water, something cool grasping you under your arms. Then, swirling darkness took you, panting from behind you indicated you were not alone when you landed in the dark forest. + Cassian's wings ached for the feeling of air beneath him. He guarded Rhys at the meeting with Kier though, keeping a straight face even as he sensed the panic from you. His mind raced with the possiblities of what had happened. If you were safe, if you were even alive. Surely you were alive with the thrills going through the bond. Electrifying, and utterly terrifying. Rhys then snapped, ending the terse conversation with Kier abruptly. "We must be leaving now. We will continue this later." He gave Kier a wave of his hand and began winnowing. "Stay with me, dont panic." Rhys spoke into Cassians mind. His heart dropped to the floor, face leeched of color at the words. With the first glimpse of the vision the high lord sent Cassian, he began roaring with rage. As soon as they winnowed a few feet from Azriel, he was ordering both his brothers to winnow you again, to Madja. His speaking was dull, but you could feel it in every part of your being. The low rumble of that voice that spoke to your soul. A small smile spread across your face. "Hey Cass-" You choked, trying to make yourself sound strong. For his sake. You knew he could feel it though, feel that iciness that burned your legs. You shook, unable to move yourself. The cold felt like it was creeping up your entire body. He pulled that bond in his mind to him, close. As if he was wrapping you around his mind for warmth. Then you saw all the beauty there. The beauty that the spell had refused to let you see. And the urge to kill the high lord was no longer present. It was like a weight lifted from you. You let the tears spill over, grateful that in your last moments you were able to experience this kind of relief. "No." Cassian growled, yanking on that bond again as you felt darkness creeping in on you like a fog. "You are not dying." Rhys' darkness pulled all of you into the healer's apothecary in the center of Velaris along the coastline. The dark waves outside offered no comfort to any of them. Especially Rhys as he watched his brother lose himself over you. "Azriel, keep an eye on them." Rhys ordered, noting the way his shadow covered brother seemed to be more pale than usual. The plain exhaustion on his face from winnowing so far was hard to look at. Cassian shushed and cradled you, not daring to look at your leg or the black splotches that dotted your hands from your fight. He nodded a quick thank you to Azriel when their eyes met. Azriel couldn't spare the energy back, and instead propped himself on a rigid couch in against the far wall. Cassian gently laid you down on the exam table, and waited for his brother to return. + "We can let her die, or we can heal her with the Cauldron's poison still there. We dont know what it will do, but it has infected too far to be reversible." Madja concluded with a heavy sigh. Rhys cursed under his breath. Cassian's moan of terror wracked his brother's hearts. Madja continued stroking up and down your body with expertise. Cassian pulled at his hair. He wanted you to make the choice. He wanted you here to be able to tell him how the hell this all happened. He needed you, he needed to know everything about you. The tethering force he felt pulling back slightly seemed to tug, and he laughed hysterically. "The entry wound will heal, but the sickness may kill her eventually." Madja's glowing palms were the only light in the room. "Fix it. Heal her. Now." Cassian said the words in a low growl. Azriel stared at him, astonished even in his state. "Cass, if she dies-" Rhys began, concern for his brother's fallout after the potential death. "She wont." the icy glare he gave Rhys made him shut his mouth. He hated seeing his brother so ruined over someone he just met. His mate. He tried to remind himself it wasn't just some female. It was his Feyre. He nodded to Madja, giving her the approval. "Fix her Madja." The high lord's words were final. + It burned. Your entire body ached and burned and at the same time felt totally cool. The cold chill was eating you alive. You tried to scream, tried to push it away. Tried to run from what consumed you. But it only crept further and further up, until it encapsulated you completely. Your back ached more than anything. You begged for the end of it. for anything to kill you. You didnt care if it was the Queens or the high lord you were sent to kill. Death would be the only relief from this kind of pain. "The curse...mixed with Madja's healing created.... it made you... new." Cassian said tentatively. He had practiced it so much, he just didnt know how to tell you when you actually woke. The long nights of rippling pain shared with you suddenly became worth it to him. You tried to push yourself up, but a heavy weight held you down. "Easy..." He said, a small grim smile gracing his lips. His eyes looked bruised, and swollen. the whites around his eyes were completely red, and his hair was a mess. The room was quiet, and cool. The house was completely open to the elements you realised, and it must have been freezing from the cold wind breezing in. He wore a coat over his tunic and hid his hands inside his pockets. His breath clouded in front of him. "What happened?" You demanded, searching for the bond he clutched so tightly to himself. "Do you want to see?" He held a hand out to you for support and stabilization. It felt as if you were being pulled, dragged down by something. He pulled the dark wooden framed mirror from the corner and adjusted it slowly, showing you what lay behind you. You felt your mind leave your body, dizziness overcame you. He caught you before you could fall to your knees before the mirror. He avoided the things.... the gargantuan counterweight on your back. The wings that pulled you down. The dark inky feathers that would have killed you if you were a part of Dawn court still. They shimmered under the faelight like raven's wings. Purple and blue mixing in a perfect darkness, even darker than the Illyrian's. "Madja thinks it's the curse... mixed with healing. She thinks the cauldron intended to turn you into a beast cursed to follow someone forever in the form of a bird. Like Vassa." The words he spoke were just a faint hum after that. Your mind seemed to float further and further from you the more you stared to the mirror. He helped you up, but you could not be led away from the mirror. You stared and stared at the black wings that your body strained to hold up. "I can help, if you'd like..." He said softly, knocking you out of your stupor. "If you want to learn, I mean." He nodded to the wings and took a breath, trying to ignore the oily scent the new wings perfumed the air with. It was intoxicating. You turned slowly, going back to the bed. "Leave me." You muttered, trying to situate yourself comfortably on the pillowy softness. Cassian's heart sunk. "Let me know if you need anything." He said softly, staring at your unresponsive body for far too long before exiting. You cried. You let the sobs wrack your body the entire night, not caring how stained the pillows became with the salty tears. You cried until your body had nothing left to give, and at last your mind lulled you into a deep sleep. + Cassian's head ached with the strain of trying to comfort the bond. He was astonished at how you'd kept your shields up even from him throughout the healing. He guessed that the training you possessed was the reason the Queens had made you the perfect assassin for Rhys. "She'll be okay. She can train with the Illy-" Azriel stopped himself mid sentence when he felt the fury rippling from Cassian. He hated the territorial mood swings he was having, but with the situation at hand he figured it was warranted. Rhys tapped his fingers on the long table, and picked up a small pawn in the other hand. "Why would they make such a direct attack? And without a bargain? Why use a spell?" He let his questions flow out. It did not soothe Cassian to hear his mate being talked about like just some assassin. "She wont know. She was under the spell the entire time. I can feel her more now, maybe I can-" Rhys interrupted his brother "Cassian I dont want you anywhere near her more than you have to. We dont know what she's capable of now." Cassian stood so quickly his chair fell, clattering against the stone floor. Azriel tensed, ready to break his brothers up from a fight. "She is my mate, Rhys. if I die by her hands then so be it." His voice was low, and dangerous. Azriel's shadows circled around both of them. Rhys' tired eyes did not leave Cassians. The challenge of two males ready to defend what they believed in. "Dare to order me and see what happens." Cassian said with a snarl, then took a plate of rolls and left the two Illyians. Azriel sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. His shadows dissipated, following the cracks in the stone house. He knew how bad the fight could have gotten and was relieved the building was still standing. Centuries of disagreements and he'd seen the two level a battlefield for less. He only intervened twice in all of those years. He didn't like to remember either occurrence. "You will keep watch over them?" "I already am." Azriel grumbled, making his way to his room. + The smell of warm buttered rolls was a welcome scent to wake up to. You didn't miss the lingering scent of him there too. You could hardly crack your eyes open, the swelling from the night before was getting better though. You reached back and touched the wings that had kept you burningly warm all night. The sensation was... incredibly sensitive. And when you pulled your hand away, it left your fingertips coated in oil. "It'll go away after a few months." His voice startled you, but you were too tired to care much about him seeing you in such a messy state. He was supposed to love no matter what, right? That's what a mate was meant to be? Your mate. Mate. You body ached with the longing of needing him close by. "You should eat." He said around a mouthful of food. "Are you always so pushy?" Your voice was rough, raw from the night of sobbing. He smiled, and brought over the plate he was picking grapes from. "Only when necessary." He laid the plate on your lap and nodded to the rolls on your side table. "And drink, too." He sauntered back over to his seat at the other side of the room, a healthy distance apart. You followed his orders though, picking little bites at the fruit and easily having three rolls. Something eased inside you, like a fracture becoming whole again. "How do you manage... with those? How-" You took a sip from your water and tried not to look at him. "How do you just... deal with these?" You unconsciously flared the wings when you thought of them. It was a strange feeling, like flexing a sore muscle. "You'll learn eventually. It will take time to get used to it." He eyed you wearily, trying not to show his confusion. You felt it anyway. "These are...upsetting." You admitted, "They are just like my fathers. Before he sold me for food for my mother. He was convinced she was carrying a winged male." You shook your head at the memory of the wrinkled man that had bought you. He included some spoiled corn in the deal. Your father handed you over without another glance back. Your mother didnt have much of a say. "He sounds like a conflicted male." You glared at him, wishing you had the strength to throw one of the rolls at him. He held his hands up at the stare, defending himself. "Not the selling you part, but doing anything for your mother... I understand that, now." He said slowly, testing the waters. "I have no family. I ally with no one. Working with the Queens was a risk I was willing to take, they didn't mention the part about killing a high lord." You picked at the blanket folded over your lap. The room was much colder than you remembered it being before. He considered the words, and stayed silent. Waiting for you to say more. "When will he kill me?" You asked plainly, trying to not show your nerves.His face blanched. The bond came roaring to the forefront of your mind, burning with anger and guilt. "No one will lay a hand on you. By my life I swear it." He knelt on the floor by your bed and looked you in the eye. The honesty there, the full integrity of his being was flowing from him. You didn't know what exactly made you want to trust him, but it was irresistible. You nodded and took his hand, letting that connection flow through touch. You felt alight with hope soaring. Like a drug, he called to you. His eyes seemed to reflect the same back. The shame burned further until - a spark. An idea that you could almost feel out. "We can hunt him, together. Your father, if that's what you want. Then we can kill the Wueens. I will go with you." "You mean you'd die with me?" You laughed, the dark humor not scaring him a bit. The finality of the words stung deep in your gut when he didn't flinch. He dared not confirm how many times over he would, in fact, die for you. "They call me the lord of bloodshed. We might have a fighting chance once you figure out those wings." He winked, and you smiled for the first time in a long while.

#hellish #reader x cassian #acotar #acotar fic

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introloves · 4 years ago

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thank you to @starrydaisy for this delicious idea <3 (sorry if it isn’t that good ;-;)

— cw; sacrilege/sacrilegious acts + corruption + heavy mention of god + mentions of guilt

your whole life had revolved around scripture, faith, and god. it was a constant loop between those core elements, it hung over your head in every waking moment. parents, fellow church members, always reminding you that, ‘god almighty is always watching.’

you hoped he wasnt. you didnt want him to see you like this, being preyed on by everything that they had told you to stay away from.

in all honesty, you had tried so hard not to fall into temptation, you had just wanted to shoo the man presumably selling unsuspecting kids that filthy worldly poison, but it was difficult when tempation itself was towering over you, ruby red eyes- the same color represented in lust itself- sweeping your body.

“hm? and who are you?” he questioned, voice heavy and dark, he stepped forward and you shuffled back, hitting the back walls of the church.

he asked, but he already knew. you were just another sweet little church girl, he’d seen you devoutly attend church almost every day of the week, turned your nose up at him everytime you’d seen him. if only you knew just how many of the people you prayed next to came to him instead of dedicating their precious lives to god.

it was late, sun had long since set, everyone had gone home for the day and now it was just you and him.

“m-me? n-nobody.” you sputtered, heart spiking as he stepped even closer.

knees that had been sunken against the church floor in prayer now buckled with fear. the man took notice, smirking at the way he could see each tremble beneath your modest skirt.

your body pulsed, blood rushing from your heart to the tips of your fingers, a singular thought crossed your mind when he lifted an arm and trapped you agasint the wall that he was looking at you in a way no man ever did.

it was predatory, animalistic, textbook definition of the carnal sin you’d read about.

“i dont think thats true, bunny.” he responded, your eyes widened at the name.

it brought a sick feeling of guilt simmering in your stomach when you realized you were aroused, you closed your eyes when it hit you just how much you wanted him to call you that again.

“oh?” he made a noise of surprise, leaning in to watch your reaction. he could see your pulse in your neck, quick and scared.

“do you like that? bunny?”

it was confusing, you weren’t supposed to be enjoying this, when did the feeling of fear turn into arousal?

was it just because you had never been this close to a man?

was it because you had never felt the heat of a man like this and with an intention of lust that rolled off of him in waves, or the way you could feel him everywhere without even touching you?

he made you feel small, maybe that name was well deserved for a meek little thing like you.

he chuckled, reveling in the way he could hear your knees snap shut.

“oh how nice, i’ve gone and made a cute little christian girl soak her panties haven’t i?”

you had never heard words like that, not fully understanding what he meant, but you knew it was filthy and disgusting. you clamped your hands over your ears, heat prickling everywhere.

“ah- ah- ah, lets not go and act shy now.” you jumped at the way his hands grabbed yours, whimpering when he swooped down and pressed you back against the dirty wall.

the feeling of him touching you ignited the singular need to have even more- it was like you were seeing for the first time. you had become keenly away of the throb between your legs, like you had come alive, a second heart beat knocking heavily.

“lets see if i was right.” he murmured, choosing to drop your hands in favor of grabbing the front of your skirt with the biggest hands you have ever seen on anyone.

you let him, staying perfectly still while he bunched it higher and higher.

you could have said no, he had looked at you, giving you many outs- giving you opportunities to stop this, but you really were weak. anyone with more faith, more dedication to god would have stopped him, you thought, but you didnt. you wanted to feel more, wanted to see what he was offering.

just like the people he sold to, he had caught you in a trap of allure, wanting to see more, wanting to see what the man with ruby eyes and red hair had to give you.

you didn’t know what to say when he finally found your underwear, unfamiliar with the wetness there- embarrassed because for a moment you had thought you had wet yourself.

his finger slid easily against the slick, puffy lips spreading so easily for him.

oh he was going to enjoy this pussy.

“fuck.” he hissed. bringing the now soaking fingers right inbetween you and him. taking time to show you, show you what a filthy man like him was doing to you.

“w-what is- i-i’m sorry.” you all but cried, and god, the indirect declaration that you had never gotten wet sent tendou spiraling. head swimming, he was so hard.

he was just going to play with you a bit, scare you off and let him continue on his dealings, but he couldnt let you go now, it wasnt every day that a sweet girl like you walked right into his web.

instead of responding, he dove back in, fingers finding your clit with ease. wondering what reaction he was going to get from you because there was no way you’d ever touched yourself. it was all so exciting to him, dirtying up a clean slate.

“ah! o-oh! what a-are you doing.” it was all babbling, unable to come to grasp at the wonderful feeling.

you had begun rocking against him, tears freely falling down your face.

“i’m fingering you.” he simply responded his own voice heavy and raspy.

“please, please. god please.” you cried when he circled the hardened bud.

he stopped at that, and you whined.

“no.” he snapped, grabbing your hip, slipping that singular finger down to sink into your pussy.

“not god. tendou. say it. say my name.” he- tendou growled with clipped words.

you swallowed hard, there were no words to form the shame you felt, but it didn’t outweigh the need to chase... chase whatever high he was bringing you.

it was all too much, his one finger felt so foreign as it prodded your virgin walls but it felt like it belonged there and you wanted more.

“tendou, oh!” you panted unabashedly into the night, the rough walls of the church dug into your back, it hurt, but with rocking hips you bucked against his working hand.

you’d never thought you could make the noises you were making, never thought that a man could touch you like this. there was tightness curling in the pit of your stomach, clenching with every drag of his fingers against your pussy.

it made you heave, made your toes curl, and finally the searing pleasure he brought you reached its peak- and it snapped when he crooked that one long finger of his up, hitting something inside you that made you arch, thighs tremble with vigor while his name played like a sweet prayer against your mouth.

just like he thought, you were already cumming.

little virgin you clamped down on just one of his fingers, gripping him tight while the growing wetness trickled out in an oozing stream.

you’d figure this is why so many walked the path without god, while cumming, screaming out his name- uncaring with who would hear, eyes blown out, body shuddering, hips thrusting against his hold- you realized that the sin of just being from flesh and blood was all worth it.

a man was the one making you feel like this, tendou was the one who brought you to tears. he made you feel closer to any deity than the dutiful praying you had partaken in all your life.

he held you when your body finally relaxed, slumping against him, he- who smelled like weed and an earthy cologne was the one who held you as your body gave out.

he praised you, telling you how good you did while also inquiring your name, asking you were you lived so he could take you home, all the while licking his finger and hand clean of your cum.

without hesitation you told him, shaking while you gripped his shirt. hoping that he truly was real and that he wouldn’t leave you slumped against the old church wall.

and he didn’t, there was still so much more to show you. the thrill of taking this fallen from grace sweet innocent little thing under his wing was much too good.

he wasn’t going to let you go, he wanted to paint your cute face in his cum, wanted to split your virgin cunt open. you were his now.

he walked you home, laughing at you when you cried about the wetness between your legs, dripping down to your ankles.

tendou chatted with you like he didnt just defile you against the church walls, you thought about how wrong the depictions of the devil and temptations were in the bible.

you simply thought that sinning shouldn’t feel this good if it was bad for you.

you knew he looked at you like you belonged to him, looked at you like he wanted to devour you, the perfect mix of fear and excitement coursed through your body because you wanted him to.

you wanted to know just what he could make you feel. everything you had ever learned, all of the punishments you’d surely get either now or in the afterlife seemed bleak in comparison to the throbbing he brought your body.

#tendou #tendou satori #tendou smut #haikyuu smut #tendō #tendou x reader smut #tendou x reader #tendou x you #tendou x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#drabble #smut #cw: religion

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iwaisuke · 4 years ago

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i like you so much, you'll know it

ft. kageyama tobio, semi eita, iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

genre: fluff (prompts are based off lines of the song)

masterlist

a/n: from the c-drama a love so beautiful :) i wrote this at like 4am so sorry if its crap haha. not proof read either. also, sorry in advance if they're too ooc lol im a mess rn.

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i like your eyes, you look away when you pretend not to care i like the dimples on the corners of the smile that you wear. i like you more the world may know but dont be scared cause im falling deeper baby be prepared.

» today was your first day at karasuno highschool. honestly, you were so scared. that was up until you found out kageyama was going too.

» the two of you had been childhood friends due to each others grandparents knowing the others. you had been with him through his ups and downs. his victories and defeats. almost everything kageyama did, you were there with him.

» actually, you didnt know kageyama was going to karasuno until you walked outside your door to find the raven haired boy in the same school uniform as you

» "tobi? you never told me you were going to karasuno?" giving him a side eyed grin. "i thought you were planning on going to aoba johsai like oikawa senpai and iwaizumi senpai"

» you viewed kageyama as someone who expected others to reach his level in order to be a good match for him. he had a strong head on his shoulders. naturally gifted in volleyball, like everything was given to him on a gold platter. of course, he wasnt perfect and thats where you come in and keep him level headed. helping him understand his faults and weaknesses as well. doing your best to encourage the setter

» he let out a sigh. a slight frown forming on his face. "i didnt get in.." he quietly said. "karasuno has a good volleyball team though and i can feel myself growing here" he stated bodly

» and boy was he right. something about kageyama did changd that day. he usually was so bitter and angry. a very pessimistic look on life if he and others weren't at the top. maybe it was the orange haired boy, hinata, that the setter and you became friends with. and maybe it was his great senpai's who were patient with him and gave him the opportunity to grow

» kageyama started smiling more often. his small unnoticeable dimples showing. he became kinder. softer. and more carefree. he was a growing boy both mentally and physically.

» what you didnt realize was that not only was kageyama changing, you as well, had something changing and growing in your heart.

» but kageyama noticed. oh boy did he really notice, the way you seemed to become happier and livelier by the day. how the stars sparkled in your eyes when you talked about something you enjoyed. the kind of perfume you would wear and how you would tie your hair differently each day. the weird trinkets you just seemed to love that decorated your bag. but most importantly, how much bigger your heart has become, loving everyone and their faults. always encouraging and motivating him and his team.

» was she always like this? he would constantly think to himself. all of a sudden being hyperaware about you... but he would NEVER let you know that, let alone his senpai's. it was just too embarrassing. just thinking about the never ending teasing he'd get from tanaka and noya senpai made him shiver.

» all of these things he felt about you hit kageyama like a truck the day everyone started to wear their winter uniforms.

» picking you up to walk to school together was a normal thing since the two of you lived close, but how was kageyama suppose to do this now when you're standing in front of him. thigh high socks to keep your legs warm, an oversized jacket that you had borrowed from him a while back you forgot to return. white mittens to cover your cold hands and the slight blush on your face from the wind chill.

» "does it look weird?" you shyly asked. kageyama was silent. "ah.. give me a second. I'll go back in and change real qui-"

» kageyama tugged on your hand. "its fine. lets just go to school or we'll be late." refusing to look you in the eyes. heat rising to your cheeks as tobio dragged you along with him.

» your feelings for the setter had blossomed over the past few months. falling deeper and deeper into him, and at this point you felt like you couldnt hide it anymore. you just had to tell him. tell him all the wonderful things he's done. the way he's grown and how much he means to you.

» "tobi..." your soft voice spilling out. eyes closed, the fog of your breath coming out as you exhaled. "i lik-"

» you felt something wrap around your neck. "wait y/n..." kageyama spoke, interrupting what you were about to say. not gonna lie, you felt like your heart was about to be shattered like ice eventhough kageyama continued to wrap his scarf around your neck.

» "dont say it..." he quietly said as he began to walk forward without you.

» ah... is this what rejection feels like? i didnt even get to say it properly... your hands felt colder now that kageyama wasnt holding them anymore.

» he took a quick glance back at you. blush on his cheeks. "be prepared because i want to be the one to tell you first."

i like the way you try so hard when you play ball with your friends. i like the way you hit the notes in every song you're shinnin' i love the little things like when you're unaware, i catch you steal a glance and smile so perfectly

» semi eita, your 3 year heart throb from the moment he first spoke to you.

» at first, you had suppressed these feelings, telling yourself he would never look at you the same way. but something about the blonde tsundere struck a chord in your heart that you just couldn't forget.

» the two of you ended up becoming friends. closer than you had actually imagined within these past 3 years. doing everyday life with you. waking up and saving you a spot at breakfast. helping you with your studies in exchange for being his workout buddy and motivator.

» semi kept his tabs on you. your likes and dislikes. the things that made you smile and the things that made you groan in disgust, but he would never let you know that.

» to semi, you were his breath of fresh air. the song he has on repeat everyday. the kind of person who would keep him on his toes. in a good way of course

» "oi what are you daydreaming of this time?" semi asked as you zoned out while drinking your carton of strawberry milk. "hm? oh nothin. just thinkin about whats in store for us today!" reaching your arms above your head letting out a stretch. "i just know for a fact. today is gonna be a good day." semi chuckled at your optimistic claim. "how do you know for sure?" "i dont know how. i just do" you replied with a smile on your face.

» today, shiratorizawa had a practice match with aoba johsai and today, eita was picked to be in the starting line up. the pure joy that radiated from his body. maybe today was a really good day just like how you had said.

» semi took a quick glance up into the stands, you gave him a thumbs up and wished him good luck. his smile was brighter than you had ever seen it and his eyes shined like stars. he always told you that whatever chance he got on the court, he would be sure to not let his team down no matter what. he was in his zone. playing his best and sure enough, they had won all 3 matches.

» after practice, semi and you would hang out at his dorm afterwards. he liked to show you all the new songs he was working on. whether it was a cover or a song or a song he was writing on his own.

» the two of you leaned against the wall as you sat on semi's bed. his sheet music all sprawled out before him on his bed sheets. guitar in his arms and you beside him.

» "what are you working on semi?" "a song" "well obviously dum dum" you laughed, reaching out for a paper in front.

» "so who's the special lady?" you teased him as you read the lyrics. deep down inside you could only wish these words were meant for you. a blush formed on eita's face. "just... shut up about it... its not ready yet"

» it was getting late and falling asleep at semi's place was a normal occurrence at this point. your eyes became heavy and your head started bobbing.

» "sleepy?" eita asked as he noticed your eyes drooping. "mhm. sing for me semi? please?" his voice was so soft like a mothers touch yet somehow had the power to pierce through your soul sometimes. although, it never failed to help you fall asleep when you needed it.

» hesitantly, semi started humming. softly speaking some lyrics here and there. you didnt know where the tune was from so you listened the best you could.

» "... till the last of snow dissapears ... till a rainy day, becomes clear. never knew a love like this, now i can't let go..."

» your eyes had closed. slumber taking over you as you fell onto semi's shoulder.

» "im in love with you... and now you know..."

» yeah. today was a good day. just like you said it was going to be.

in a world devoid of life, you bring color. in your eyes i see the light, my future. always and forever i know i cant let you go. im in love with you and now you know

» to iwaizumi, unlike volleyball, oikawa, maki, mattsun, school, anything life threw at him; you were the thing in his life that was constant yet at the same time a whirlwind of new beginnings. not in a bad way though.

» ever since you were kids, you showed iwaizumi the beauty in things he would have never guessed had. he was bold and tended to look over things without giving them much thought. his eyes straight ahead to the trials before him. you on the other hand, stopped him and slowed him down from rushing into them blindly.

» "every moment is precious. you should learn to cherish it because you never know when it's gonna be your last" you always said

» your views of the world were beautiful compared to how cruel it actually was. naivety maybe? or maybe it was just because you were blessed with a kind soul.

» iwaizumi always knew he had feelings for you. you had been with him through thick and thin. he could depend on you and you could depend on him. in his eyes, you were the most beautiful person on earth. deep down he had hoped the two of you could stay like that forever. nothing could ever change that.

» or so he thought...

» "iwa chan~ you owe me a meat bun" oikawa whined as the group of friends were walking to the gym for volleyball practice. "shut up crappykawa. i already bought you one last week" "oi isn't that y/n over there?" maki said, shaking iwaizumi's shoulder.

» sure enough it was you. apparently you had told iwaizumi to go ahead of you today because you had something to take care of in the afternoon. telling him you'd meet up with him after practice was over. not thinking much of it, he bid you a farewell and went on in his day.

» "oooou by the looks of it, this is the perfect confession scene" mattsun teased. "oi stop messing around" iwaizumi's voice hoarse. not gonna lie, iwaizumi felt his heart drop when mattsun said that

» the 4 boys crept closer to see what was going on.

» there you were, standing in the middle of a classroom with a black haired boy. "mhm. definitely a confession." oikawa stated. "shut up tooru we cant hear" maki retorted.

» you weren't considered popular in school but that didnt mean people didnt know who you were. iwaizumi knew you were gorgeous and on top of that, smart, kind and one of the sweetest girls, so it was only natural that people would be drawn to you.

» they watched as the boy got closer and closer to you. voices barely being audible to the 4 boys outside. iwaizumi's heart could bear to see this right before his eyes.

» without even thinking, his feet moving on his own, iwaizumi barged into the room. all eyes towards him.

» "iwa what are you-" without letting you finish, iwa dragged you out of the classroom. "iwa where are you taking me" asking him as he took you to who knows where, leading you up the stairs of the school.

» up on the roof, he finally let go. "sorry..." he mumbled.

» "sorry for what iwa?" "for ruining that confession... i just-"

» "you just...-?"

» "i just love you ok?!"

» your heart shook at the resonance of his voice. iwa liked you? he liked you back?! wait no- he loved you.

» you had loved iwaizumi from the moment you met him and as the two of you grew up, your love for him only grew deeper. he was the only one you'd ever look at. the only one who would ever cross your mind. you had hoped he felt the same about you but he was always so busy with other things you only felt like you would be able to support him on the sidelines as he faced the world head on like he always does.

» just being in iwaizumi's presence was enough for you. no need to be greedier, you thought. its good to be content with what you have, but just knowing that he shares the same feelings... its ok to be a little greedy right?

» your silence being louder than it should have been, iwaizumi took it the wrong way. "look I know this isn't the greatest confession. heck it's not even the way I wanted to confess to you, and get it if you like that other guy, you don't have to-"

» shuting him up with a kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. needless to say, he was shocked, but embraced you as well.

» "you're overthinking too much iwa. that's so unlike you" you chuckled. his face bright red at the previous actions.

» "i love you. I've loved you for a long time actually. every single second. every moment we've shared. i cant picture myself with anyone but you hajime."

» iwa let out a sigh of relief. a smile being brought back onto his face. "good because all I know is that i cant let you go. in the past, present and even in the future...."

» the blue sky slowly changing into shades of coral warmed your heart even more on top of his sweet words that you've always longed to hear.

» "im in love with you, and now you know"

-» ˚⸙͎۪۫⋆

enjoy your order! have a great day!

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kittydripuwu · 4 years ago

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hello! may I ask a dazai x reader fluff where it's the beginning of their relationship and the reader asks to stay the night with Dazai for the first time ❤️ thank you

i really enjoyed writing this, enjoy :)

stay the night | dazai x reader

words - 851

warnings - none

genre - fluff

you had recently started dating an armed detective agency member, dazai osamu. you two had only become official 3 weeks ago. he decided that since he had the work day off, he would take you on a date. unlike your usual dates where he would take you to the agency cafe, he decided to take you out to an nice dinner in the evening. you had dressed up nicely, and went to meet him.

you met him at this fancy restaurant, where you two had a nice and decently expensive dinner along with champange. after you had both eaten, you took a nice walk around the city and decided to ride the ferris wheel with him. the view of the city lights reflecting on the water, the huge bridge, and the moon were all visible to you. you were mesmerized by the view when dazai turned your face towards him and kissed you.

"hey! dont go ignoring me for the view! im still here!" he said jokingly.

you smiled at him and leaned in to place a kiss on his nose. he smiled back at you, and you couldnt help but think about how much you loved his smile, it was everything to you, it always made you happy, even on the worst of days.

after the ferris wheel, you two stopped to look at the sea before heading back to dazai's apartment. you two were planning to hang out there for abit before you had to head home. when you two got there, he made you both tea, and you two sat on the couch, talking about whatever was on your minds at the time. you two ended up tied up in eachothers arms in the couch, with dazai refusing to let you go home already.

"dazaiiii let goooo, i have to go home!" you said, giggling as he was holding you as tightly as he can.

"nope. not just yet, few more minutes pleaseee" he said.

"dazai it's getting late i need to gooo" you whined, also not wanting to leave, but the streets werent so safe to walk at night so you had to leave now to avoid any danger later in the night.

"nope" he said simply.

"fine. it's either you let me go now or im sleeping here" you said.

his eyes widened as he looked at you.

"you want to stay the night?" he asked.

"well i mean, if that's okay with you" you said nervously, hoping it wasn't too weird to ask.

he placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

"of course love" he replied as he smiled at you.

he then picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. you've already been there before, but this was your first time staying the night with him. he had realised that you had no change of clothes, and you werent going to sleep in a fancy outfit which was meant for dinner, so, he gave you a pair of shorts and one of his hoodies to wear.

"you know, my clothes suit you very well" he said, as you walked back into his room after changing in the bathroom.

"you think? this hoodie is very comfortable" you replied.

he was sitting on the bed, back against his pillows and the headboard. he had also changed into a hoodie and you thought he looked very attractive just by sitting there.

"cmere" he said, as he patted the spot on the bed beside him. you gladly obliged and sat down beside him. he put an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, laying your head on his chest, as you listening to the steady beat of his heart. he could tell you were getting pretty tired.

"hmm y/n?" he asked, making sure you were still awake.

"yes?" you mumbled a reply.

"what did you think of our date today?" he asked.

"it was perfect, dazai, everything was amazing" you said, replaying everything in your head, from the amazing restaurant food to the breathtaking views from the ferris wheel.

"i'm glad you liked it" he replied, smiling as he began to run his fingers through your hair. he began to play with it, making tiny braids and twists in it, and brushing through it with his fingers. you had found it very relaxing since, you loved when people touched your hair, when someone played with it, or just simply brushed through it.

after a good thirty minutes or laying there like that, dazai realised you were both tired and stood up to go turn the light off.

"come backkk" you whined as he stood up to turn the lights off.

"im right here baby, no need to whine" he said, laughing at your neediness as he sat back onto the bed and pulled you back into his arms.

you shifted a little, so that you were laying on him rather than sitting up straight. he began to gently rub your back, soothing you into sleep. you felt your mind slowly shut off, and your eyes begin to close, as you were falling into a deep slumber.

"goodnight dazai" you mumbled.

"goodnight love" he replied as you fell asleep in his arms.

#bungo stray dogs #dazai x reader #dazai osamu #dazai fluff #dazai x you #bsd imagines #bsd #bungo stray dogs dazai #bsd dazai

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voidcat · 3 years ago

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– a case of bad luck

7. moon upon a stick

m.list ; prev ; next ; wc: 2.2k

warning same as last chapter, desensitizing and losing a touch from reality one by one (both of which i'm trying to write a little open but also vaguely/slowly so the feeling can sink in better as if you are the one experiencing it, but not fully)

a/n: i have to go several months before updating huh,,, last chapter i said we weregetting to the good parts (that i wanted to write bc a scene is what started this whole fic for me) then i jsut... ended this chapter like this...... anyways red knew and still couldnt remember, lets see/hope some of u guess what i meant/hinted at in that small detail by the end<3

Time passes and sleep only becomes a little fruit fly in your eyes. Better to ignore than to try and swat it away, is it worth the effort spent when the inconvenience it presents doesn’t affect the whole of what is happening that greatly?

Maybe you are just a fool for dismissing the importance of sleep.

Well, too late to be worrying about it, or all the other things that you stuck away in the back of the cabinet, shut it to never open again.

Plus, oddly enough, the lack of sleep hasn’t been as much a problem since the incident from few nights ago. One thing to thank the bastard for perhaps, but no, not really, since the problem wouldn’t be present in the first place if he had never dragged you into all of this-

Stopping in your tracks, you take in a breath, then let it out. Breathe in, make sure the belly pokes out and as much oxygen can get in, then push it all out again, make use of the diaphragm, focus on that, and only that, and the taste of the air coursing through your lungs, nothing else but this moment of calm matters now.

Until the horn of a car stabs into the air, and the secure bubble you had around yourself, and drags you back to reality once again. At least being out means sleep, inbetween classes, or ones you deem unnecessary- better if the teacher doesn’t seem to care for anyone attending.

Step after step, your feet carry you to the destination –the route taken beyond familiar, one you can take with eyes closed, senses blocked, even without a conscious present.

Waiting in the same spot, one foot crossing the yellow line, the train passes swiftly, making the other standbys go back a step. Sitting down next to the door and head finally rested against the window, you let out a breath and close your eyes.

The train roars back into life and you can feel each and every trembling of the rails. One earbud in, you press play, the loud music filling your ear soon enough and lulling you to sleep as you watch the world blur from the window across you.

You don’t wake up until the train reaches the last station and startles you.

For all its mess and haste, public transportation has a calming air to it.

A familiarity that grows over within time, never forced down on either sides.

Anyone you meet or come across is like a one time thing. One use only friends, one use only seat mates, one use only air deodorants when it’s actually someone’s overly sprayed perfume for the day.

It feels like a fresh breath of air. It is an escape.

Nothing that happens on here is real. The world passing by from the window isn’t real. It’s but a mere drawn scenery, pastel work, if you were to guess it.

The rumbling of the engine feels like a cheap massage as the sun sets down.

The person next to you that can’t stop shuffling as you stare ahead at the rising sun feels worlds and worlds away.

A pocket dimension of safety, of gathering yourself, to allow yourself to dissipate in safety, to get a little bit of much needed sleep.

Crossing the little space ahead, you wait for the train to take you to the opposite side of the line.

The dark wine in the sky is all you need to know it’s more or less around time to make way back to the house -hopefully in time for dinner, you hope there will be minimal small talk and fake chitchat.

Finding a seat to your liking by the door, you recall how a little ago you’d revise some of your notebooks, just for a little longer. Were it few months ago, you’d probably be stuck in a classroom, studying now.

Maybe it’s to your advantage that, as nosy as they are, your friends don’t seem to care enough to ask about your whereabouts.

A little ‘I’m back.’ And a ‘how were classes today?’ and the clanking of cutlery later, you’re free- as much as you can be.

As the footsteps signal them going to bed, you roam back inside the kitchen, grabbling for the biggest and sharpest knife.

One side of your face meets the cool of the bed, the upwards arm pulls the covers, the one underneath you makes way under the pillow, its grip on the knife ever as tight.

Your new nightly routine.

The nosy footsteps do not come knocking for the night, but this does nothing to ease your nerves.

By the time the new days rises, and your knuckles are turned white from never wavering their hold.

“Let’s try something new for the evening.” Dazai’s voice echoes.

‘Something new’ cannot mean anything good for anyone but him.

Something new means more screams, more wailing, pleas, more weight for the following days.

And you cannot help but think, what an amazing tool human brain is.

How it can adjust to certain situations, adopt to environmental changes, be exposed to something for long enough and it will become the new normal, the default.

Be exposed to violence, or displays of it, even just on screen more and more, there will be not much left to surprise you, the emotions will dull, and in time you will numb.

And yet, the guilt still eats away at you –no, not guilt, but what your logic tries to force on you as it. It is normal to grow used to these more and more, but isn’t this just an excuse you go hide behind after all? No matter how familiar you become with certain things after a chain of events that do not seem too many when you look at it from a certain angle.

No matter how numb, these should be haunting you, screams and cracking of the bones fill your head, your senses, what is left of you.

But the real culprit remains; to be haunted in your dreams, first you need to sleep.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep and counting…

Four and five and six –they’re all looking.

The sound of the rail tracks rise again, the sheep sit right across again, all in human bodies, all waiting, counting, are they counting me?

“Hey!”

The bubble bursts, the sleepy, snoring ‘baa’s evaporate. Eyes on you, Dazai waits for a response.

“If this-“ you twirl your hand in a shaky motion “is to continue onwards until god knows when, then I want a guarantee to hide my identity.”

The face he makes at the mention of god is one you expected. Yet besides that he looks… indifferent, unaffected, bored out of his mind, like this is some kind of party or an event he was dragged by someone else and the air doesn’t match his vibe.

A series of seconds passing with each blink and staring later, he speaks: “I was hoping you’d have something more interesting to say.” And with it, his left hand moves from where it was hidden under that coat a while ago, turning his back he walks away.

Something interesting, huh? What kind of intriguing behavior he expects that won’t end up with your head bidding farewell to your neck?

That is, if you are to be taken out in a way like that. They always said the mafia had their own style to kill, didn’t they?

The black object clutched in your hand, you don’t spare it a glance, instead shove it down your bag.

For later.

To reminisce about all that will happen in few minutes here, and for all that has happened since you’ve had the unfortunate to survive and meet him.

The night is cold under the pale light of the moon. Not gentle like the sun, it doesn’t burn, it doesn’t cool you down– all it does is to bring out everything right shut behind locked doors and tightly secured jars.

The once a saving grace clouds move away, as if they cannot stay any longer in this wretched city either, and the moon light enters again.

To bring out the worst, the avoided, all that is unnecessary, just to push you down from the shoulders and bury you deep under the cold stale ground.

And for all those feelings that do not exist? The void only becomes more evident.

As if right socks worn for days until your legs take the shape of them, veins reshaped because of them, less and lesser blood being circulated each passing moment–

As if your hands keep going and going but there is no sync, no harmony, you can feel one but can only control the other; until it gets stuck, it hits a rock bottom, until you can no longer feel the keys under your finger tips, arm locked up, unable to breathe–

You are unable to breathe.

Unable to have your heart pump enough blood for every part of you.

Gotta make a sacrifice, you’ve got to compromise, gotta give up a piece, here and there, what will it be?

Doesn’t have to be physical, doesn’t have to be the somatic nervous system, you can always sacrifice something you never had any control over.

There isn’t enough blood traveling to bring every cell oxygen, and there isn’t even enough oxygen– or so it seems, so it feels.

How does it even feel?

Feels hollow, it feels empty, it feels like nothing, like there is a lack of everything in the middle somewhere. It’s the void, it’s a black hole embedded inside your chest, feeding, waiting, watching.

It’s not the only one waiting.

Your cat, once peacefully sleeping besides your arm, gets up in a sudden and jumps off the bad, scratching the door open and leaving.

Her tiny footsteps do n or make enough sound to cover up his.

All those nights have become fruitful then.

But what was it that you were planning any way? Was there even a point to all this?

Just like the previous time, Dazai begins walking around. Picks up something rather light, the sound of the papers flipped sound familiar.

There is no such thing psychoanalysis through unsolved sudoku, right?

He keeps moving, inside the room, inside your head. The room is more of a mess than last time he was there.

Note to self: let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t ‘tsk’ for when he leaves.

Even the very idea of this is funny. You could bet his room conditions are worse then yours, no matter how often you call it a battlefield during the day.

Steps once muffled by the carpet come rising again, he must be by the window, or near the chair now.

Can he see the piece of fabric discarded on the back of it? Stuck somewhere between putting it into a shape or leave it as it is, you chose to ignore what he gave you for the evening.

Would he even laugh if you were to customize it in some way, would he not even bother to roll his eyes – for it was so predictable from the beginning? Will it indicate some sort of acceptance? A sign of accepting this newly found routine, of the role you’re forced upon?

It doesn’t matter what he thinks or what face he will make; the thoughts, he never reveals, the faces, he wears as a mask.

A car passes by the road and lights up the room for a second.

The both of you wait still in your positions.

Maybe he has met Jeff just now.

Jeff by the window, in a pot.

Maybe you shouldn’t be complaining about your conditions when Jeff has lived through the gate that separates life and death– at your hands no less.

Jeff the small cactus by the window, by your desk, by your books, at whichever location you pick for him each day.

Jeff who has died and stayed that way for five years no less and returned just by a slim chance, a trick of fate.

Jeff the twin, the lover, the father- wasn’t that a poem? Or the subjects of a poem, though you cannot recall from where.

Time doesn’t pass, not a noise is heard, not a single breath taken, unsure, uncertain, clueless about what is happening, tired of anything you’re not understanding– is he living, is he moving? What is he looking at? What is he thinking? What is the purpose of all this? Why am I not as worried as I should be?

The hole in your chest deepens, that hallow feeling of emptiness evolves into something worse, something deeper, darker, far more emptier, without a single thing inside– numb wouldn’t even begin to explain it. A black holewould make it sound something bigger than it is, make it seem extravagant.

‘There is a little space inside my heart, where the weeds take root…’

When will it be your turn to be set free?

(When will that hole cease to exist, or be filled, when will it all end and something anew begin?)

The grip loosens on the handle, eyes begin to fall. With a half awake mind, you can make out of a thump crashing onto the bed.

Your mind drifts off before you can react to it in any way. As the vertical route it takes begins, you can feel yourself taking a horizontal route, what little stream of conscious you’ve had already departing away.

songs mentioned/quoted in order: I'm So Tired (Fugazi) & Lotus Flower (Radiohead)

the poem mentioned is 'You Are Jeff' by Richard Siken, from thebook 'Crush'

#a case of bad luck #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #dazai fanfiction #dazai osamu fanfic #dazai x reader #dazai x you

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years ago

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Bookshelf

A/N: Had this in my drafts for a long while. I don’t know what it is exctly but I do kind of like it. Yeah...

PAIRING: Harry Potter x Muggle!reader

Harry would always think that the Wizarding world was better than the Muggle one. He would think of so many reasons to think wizards, witches and magic was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“Muggles are so odd- like he is pouring himself. You just swish a wand and lay back. Let it pour itself.” Ron kept staring at the old man in the coffee shop, whose hand was shaking agressively due to age or some disesase or pure alcoholism. He tried many times to put sugar in his tea with a spoon but each time, it fell right back into the sugar cup. He started cursing himself, grabbing the sugar with his fingers and throwing it into his tea until it made a splash, pouring some of the tea on the table.

Ron kept smiling at the old man’s unfortune meanwhile Harry only rushed forward without a glance at the old man. He wanted this to be over. Fast and efficiant. “Muggles don’t know about magic.” he chuckled, turning the corner and up the stairs.

“Some do.”

“Most of them don’t.” he stopped, grabbing the doorknob and grinning. “If they knew, they wouldn’t want to be Muggles anymore.” he smiled and swung the door open, walking into the library.

“Bet.” Ron stood behind before chuckling and running after him. “Reckon they’d think we have long noses, witch hats and brooms to fly on, which we do but still.” he continued to talk, hearing Harry laugh as he shuffled through the books.

“Just go and find the dumb book. It has to be among the G’s.” his finger traced among the book spines. He heard Ron’s footsteps distancing themselves from him and that gave him plenty of time to focus his eyes on the book titles. His eyes did not remove themselves from the thick, thin, black, grey, green, blue, wrinkled, ironed, smooth and harsh book covers until he went to the far edge of the bookshelf, bumping his hand into a wall. He slightly moved his hand at it, shaking it and noticing something catching his eyes on the other side of the shelf.

It was only a flicker, a glance, not even a full, long look and he knew.

He stopped and stared through the gap between the shelves.

There you were. Your nose was stuck in a book, your fingers quickly turning the pages as your mouth mumbled something incoherently. If he focused on it, he could hear exactly what you were hearing.

“Come on. Come on. It’s not like I haven’t analyzed you a hundred times. It has to be Cortazar- except.” you closed the book with a thud and stared at the distance, turning back to the bookshelves, letter C. “Except, except, except...” your hand touched the shelf and your eyes scanned every single book from right to left. “Conti?” you pulled out a book and started shuffling through it.

Harry only smiled.

He could remember you from your primary school when he was still going to the Muggle school. The two of you were classmates from year 3 to year 6 before he went to Hogwarts.

You were always nice to him, always found something to talk about but never much a friend. He was a classmate and only a classmate and you were just the same to him, except when you were the only girl who didn’t listen to Dudley and actually treated him, Harry, as a normal boy.

You always had good grades. Sometimes with a comment, snarky or smart, either way you reminded him of Hermione.

You’ve grown up.

He’s grown up.

He’s an Auror for 2 years already since the whole battle and Voldemort. What are you?

“Oi, Harry! I couldnt’ find it but it was worth a try-” Ron came back with a book in his hand, perplexed when he could see Harry panic. “What? What is it?” he tried to pull out a wand and by now you were already looking for the source, finding yourself watching two men waving their hands at each other. One whispering, one speaking quite loudly.

“Ron! Shut up!” Harry whisper-yelled.

“Why?” he tried pulling out the wand but Harry grabbed his hand and shoved it back. “Harry- mate? What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Ron kept getting more confused by the minute as Harry was desperately trying to not be seen or heard by you.

“There’s someone from primary school I know.” Harry stood straight, galring at his best friend.

“You went to primary-”

“Ron!” he shoved his shoulder to be quiet but it was too late.

“Harry?” you asked, walking on the other side of the shelf you two shared and finding him looking at you. “Harry Potter?” you smiled, trying to figure out whether it was really him or not.

Though that was never a discussion. He still wore an oversized T-shirt, only that this one was a bit more his size and covered in leather jacket. His eyes were still as green as emerald, almond shaped and hiding behind his round glasses. They used to be broken- he had a ducktape on the bridge. You remembered becuase you were the one to do it after Dudley broke them. His hair were sticking up in all directions and his awkward grin was still so known by him.

Ron stepped next to Harry, glancing between the two of you as he tried to figure out what is happening.

“(y/n). Hi- hey.” he raised his hand but quickly put it down due to the awkwardness in the air.

“Wow- it really is you.” you beamed, leaning on the shelf and crossing your arms over your chest. “You’ve completely gone awol after 6th year. Dudley said you went to boot camp but you don’t look like a soldier to me.”

Harry tried to think fast but all he could do was chuckle nervously.

“Trust me, he did his fair share of fighting.” Ron interwined, reaching out his hand and offering you a big, kind smile. “I’m Ron Weasley by the way. I went to boot camp with this twat. Thought him everything I know.” he started to joke and you laughed.

“Nice to meet you, Ron. I’m (y/n)(y/l/n). Harry was my classmate in primary school.”

“Is that so?” Ron smirked, mischief in his eyes, something Harry would usually find in Fred’s and George’s identical eyes. The twinkle in Ron’s seemed to match perfectly with the twins’. “Huh?”

“Yes, that’s so.” you started to get a bit suspicious. “So, how are you Harry?” you started to talk, the curiousity getting the better of you.

You haven’t seen this boy in ten years and suddenly he reappears out of thin air. He was shy but always nice to you. Quite a short temper but threw quite a punch as well.

“I’m good. Great even.” Harry started to speak, his hand running up and down the back of his neck. “You?”

“University.” you lifted up the book.

“I always wondered about that-” Ron started to speak but Harry only elbowed him in the ribs and sent him a glare.

“Why don’t you search under the Z letter, Ron?” he grumbled out of him.

“But we don’t even-” he stopped after figuring it out not so fast enough. “Oh- yeah. Zetinski.” he nodded and left the space, causing you to laugh.

“Zetinski?” you took a step forward and Harry only laughed.

“Haven’t heard?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Well, Zetinski is quite famous for...”

“For?” you quirked an eyebrow but he kept his cool smooth and calm.

“Writing some physchological novels. Experimental psychology. Like Zola.”

You couldn’t help yourself to smile. “You know of Zola?”

“I know a lot of things.” he was the one to cross his arms over his chest, digging his hands under his biceps and tugging the leather into nice defined arms. “So how about you? University?”

“Yes. I want to be a literature teacher.” you smiled, getting a closer look at the tall boy who once used to be smaller than you.

It almost made you giggle at how the time stops and goes, sways and bends. It was as if you’ve known this boy back in primary school and 10 years passed, you would think it would be like talking to a stranger. He looked like a stranger but his eyes were so familiar. It felt like you’ve known him for a long time, mostly since you knew whose his family was. He told you his parents had died in a car accident and he was living with his aunt and uncle, Dudley unfortunately as well. It sort of gave you some sort of understanding but also a surprise that he had not gone barmy or rebellious in his teenage years.

He appeared to look like someone who’s gone through a lot but still kept to his morals. He was still the nice boy you remember.

“A literature teacher?” he took a deep breath, marveling at your answer. “What does that do exactly? Force kids to read books?” he started to tease, leaning a bit forward.

“No.” you shoved him back playfully. “We analyze certain books and try to find a deeper understanding. It’s not just about reading books. It’s about finding your understanding in the things other people don’t. Sometimes it holds a message. Sometimes a poem isn’t just a confession of emotions. Sometimes the structure and the figures, the rythm and other literature techniques that helps you understand more of what the writer wrote.” you realized you had been trying to explain something you could barely understand yourself but it was love for you. You loved literature and love was hard to explain. So you put it shortly: “It’s not about reading. It’s a bout individual understanding, thinking and percieving. It’s hard to explain.”

He could see your eyes getting a bit frustrated for trying to prove him that what you’re doing isn’t useless. And he knew it wasn’t. You got the same sparkle in your eyes as Hermione did when she talked about Elf rights. It was adorable.

“I know.” he chuckled. “You were always such a Ravenclaw. Watching the teacher and making your notes like your life depended on it.”

“Ravenclaw?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

Oh shit.

“Uhm...it’s a phraze from boot camp.” he tried to brush it off.

“Stop pulling by the nose, Harry. We all know you haven’t gone to boot camp at an age of 11.”

“You don’t know that.” he started to tease again, something he was quite mastering but didn’t realize he was.

It set you a bit on the edge, but the good kind.

“So what are YOU doing in the library?”

“Looking for a book to read?” he shrugged but you only narrowed your eyes at him as he chuckled once again.

How could a boy so shy once upon a time be so darn attractive when he chuckles.

“I’m just looking for an information.”

“Anything I can help you with. I know this library like the back of my hand.” you offered but he only let out a chuckle and started to pass you by. Before he did, he stopped next to, looking down with his green eyes and finding you looking up at his. Seemengly, your facial structure, your eyes and your whole-self evolved quite beautifully in a strong, intelligent woman- someone that would make his nerves burn as it did right now.

A boy he was, he would only pass you by and let it go awkwardly but he was the Chosen One. He killed Voldemort. So why shouldn’t he take a risk with you?

He didn’t pass you at all. He put his hand on the shelf above your head and leaned forward, his muscles flexing a bit.

You felt your breath catch up in your throat, your heart racing along with the miliseconds that passed. You couldn’t feel enough strenght in your voice to speak, not when his sharp cologne went up your nostrils and into your brain, fuzzying your mind.

“How about over coffee?” he spoke low and seductively, leaning a bit forward as you continued to look up at him and his long hair falling on his forehead.

Your hands had gotten clammy, your books too heavy to carry in your hand and your knees were a moment away from giving up. You smiled shyly, nodding. “I’d- I’d love that.” you seemed to stutter, feeling feverish from all the sexual tension between the two of you.

His belt clawed his hips so perfectly. The way his dark jeans hugged his thights, his jacket giving you a glipse of his muscled hips as his T-shirt rose up with it. When Harry put his hand off the shelf, the T-shirt fell back down and covered it. Harry took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. “I’ll call you then.” he said putting your hand back down and backing away. As he was further away, he called out for Ron and they both left.

They left and you were stuck standing there with reddened cheeks yet it felt as if his presence, his energy and his eyes were still lingering on you. It felt like magic.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine

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boiolay · 5 years ago

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See You Soon | Part 2

Dad!Jaehyun + Boyfriend!Johnny

genre: fluff; angst

warnings: swearing; alcohol

word count: 5.5K

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You yawned looking around while rocked an asleep Seoyeon on the baby carrier. It was hard for you to even keep your eyes open, but you had to pay attention to the baggage carousel. The last 24 hours were probably the most stressfull of your life. You took a 13 hours flight alone with a 19 month old toddler that couldn't sit still for more than an hour. She had cried for half of the time and paced around the halls of the plane at the other half, your dauther only fell asleep when you landed, so you didn't have any sleep. Moving to a different country being a single mother wasn't easy.

A man saw you struggling with the baby and offered to help with your baggage so after a few minutes you were walking through the arrival gate and looking at the crowd to see if you could spot a familiar face. And as soon as you saw the tall man grinning widely and waving, you couldn't help but smile back sighing relieved.

You walked to him and when you got closer you saw him holding your favorite flowers. You laughed amuzed and shook your head opening your arms so you could hug him the best way you could since Seoyeon was still on the carrier. "I told you not to buy anything!"

Johnny cupped your cheeks and pressed a small kiss to your lips grinning against them.

"Who told you they are for you? I bought them to Seoyeon, but since she's sleeping I guess you can have them." He winked playfully and you rolled your eyes, but keeped the smile on your face. You accepted the flowers and smelled them while the tall man reached to caress the toddler's head. "Thank you, babe."

He took the trolley from your hands and started walking out of the airport. You could clearly see that he was delighted to have you in his home city with him. He was back in Chicago to start his doctoral program after years of studying in Korea. He talked about going back to the States since the day you met him, but after the you of you got together he stopped talking about it so often. That was until he was offered a scholarship to study back home. He thought of rejecting it with the excuse that he couldn't just leave his patients, but you knew it was because he didn't want to leave you. So you told him to accept, because Korea didn't feel like home anymore and you confessed that going back to your home country would always come into your mind, but you always brushed it off since the topic was much more complex than your desire. So one night, when the two of you were having dinner he brought it up again.

"Would you ever consider going to Chicago? I mean in an ideal scenario where you have a job you like, a house, a school for Seoyeon..." He had stared at you expectantly and you could see looking into his eyes a future that made your heart warm. You had smiled foundly and reached over the table to take his hand and caress his knuckles.

"Yes, I would. But the scenario isn't ideal, love." You offered him a sad smile and went back eating. But your words made something cross his mind. So in the next week you had received a lot of unbelivable job offers in Chicago. When you told Johnny about it he said that maybe he had sent your curriculum to some of these companies.

It took you a few weeks to measure all the consequences that could happen with your decision, after all it wasn't only your life that would change.

"How was the flight?" Johnny said once you reached the car and started to put your bagagge inside. He had come earlier to the US because his program started before Seoyeon visa was ready.

"Terible. She couldn't sit still. I didn't get one hour of sleep." You sighed rubbing your eyes, you really needed to pass out for a whole day. Johnny laughed a little and once everything was inside the car, he shut the door and pulled you to a hug.

"You'll have the whole day to rest. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her." You pressed a kiss on his chest and looked up at him. "And... I'm glad I bought this." He opened the door to the back seat and you saw a baby car seat.

"Oh my God. You are my angel." He laughed and helped you to put Seoyeon on the seat without waking her up before the two of you get in the car.

"You can sleep for a bit now, love." You nodded feeling Johnny's hand on your thigh, rested your head on the window looking Chicago appear in front of your eyes.

Even being extremely tired, you couldnt fall asleep your mind was bringing you back to Korea, specifically to your ex-husband. The night you told him you were bringing your daugther with you played in your head in a loop, you have never seen Jaehyun so broken.

When the words came out of your mouth you saw the anger on him dissipate and be replaced by pain. You stared at each other for a while, he went blank and when he spoke again his voice came out weaker than he intended.

"You can't be serious... You can't do that." You saw tears welling up in his eyes and you bit your lower lip feeling it trembling. You were already feeling guilty for what you were doing, but seeing him like that made your heart sink. "You can't do that to me, y/n... That's my daughter!!" He raised his voice again, but as soon as he did he brust into tears. Jaehyun raises his arms to his face to hide it from you not wanting you to see him so fragil even though you have been with him on his worst. You turned around and squated hugging your legs not being able to look at him at that moment, feeling your heart ache you let tears fall down your cheeks.

"You can't do that. She's the most important thing in my life! You are being selfish to take her away from me!”

"Don't you undestand?! I'm not happy here, Jaehyun. And I haven't been for a while!" You stand up and walk closer to be face to face with him, with the back of your hands you clean the tears off your face before speaking. "Yeah, maybe I'm being selfish because I want to be happy, but honestly do you really think you could raise her on your own?" You raise your hand to make him stop talking when he open his mouth. "I'm not saying you are not capable. I know you are and I trust you so much, but, Jae... You are the bussiest person I know. You stay weeks traveling and when you are back you barely stay at home. How do you expect to raise a girl who isn't even two years old when you are constantly working?"

Your hands where shaking when you raised them to softly wipe the tears away from you ex-husband's face . He closed his eyes, leaning to your touch before hugging you and burying his face on your neck to sob against it.

"I don't want to take her away from you either, but staying here has been very bad for me. We will make it work. I'll always bring her here and you are always welcomed to come to us. She won't stop loving you because you are a little far."

After that day you talked a lot more times to sort things out and you agreed that it was better for Seoyeon to come with you. But you felt that his meanor around you changed, he was much more colder towards you and he would barely look at your eyes when you talked, besides that you would usually talk to each other about whatever was happening in your life and thay wasn’t happening anymore. You didn't blame him tho, since all the pain he was feeling was caused by you.

You just realized you felt asleep when you felt two little hands squeezing your cheeks. You opened your eyes and saw Seoyeon on your lap looking at you with a smile, you smiled back and leaned to kiss her forehead seaching for Johnny, that standed beside you with the car's door opened. "Hi, baby girl. Did you sleep well?"

She nodded and leaned to cuddle you still feeling a little sleepy. You hugged her and looked up at your boyfriend, he smiled helping you to get out of the car. You looked at the shinning bulding in front of you and felt Johnny's hand rest on your waist pulling you to his chest.

"Welcome home, love."

♡

And that was the beginning of your new life. After 3 months, everything went well. Seoyeon was adapting fairly good to the new country so far, you and Johnny would speak english to her so she could be able to learn the language soon. You made sure that she spoke daily with her father, so you would facetime Jaehyun in the morning when she wake up and right after she went to sleep. She would spend about thirty minutes babbling and laughing with him. You loved to hear them talk. Your job was doing great too, the people were super nice and hardworking so that made your work much easier. Johnny was also extremely happy with his studies, his time was being devided between working at the hospital with the others doctors that were envolved on his research, staying at your house and going back to his only when he needed more clothes.

Before going to Chicago Jaehyun agreed that whenever possible you should go to Korea with Seoyeon and he would do the same so they could see each other out of the computer screen. So one day during the father and daughter's facetime he asked to talk to you after she went to sleep. He told you he was going to attend New York Fashion Week and he wanted to see his Seoyeon. He said he could go to Chicago for a bit, but most of the days he would have to stay in New York, so he asked if you could bring her to stay for a few days with him, he also said that he needed to work and wouldn't like to let her alone with some babysitter, even if it was for just a few hours, so he would feel better if you could come too. Seeing his face almost begging you, you couldn't deny him that.

So there you were in the hotel lobby waiting for Jaehyun to arrive. Seoyeon was very excited to see her dad and was jumping around always running to the door to check if he was already comming, that would make the doorman laugh and play with her, she was a very sociable kid and her cute way would always make everyone fall in love with her.

"Seoyeon, come here! Wait here beside mommy." She looked at you and at the door one last time before running back to you. You sat her by you on the couch and caressed her hair while giving her the tedy lion that her father gave her, it was her favorite toy. "Do you miss dad?"

"Daddy." She said nodding as she fiddle the toy. You sighed and leaned to press a kiss on her head. "Yeah, I know, honey. I miss him too." You stopped for a moment after hearing what you said, but shrugged. Of couse you missed him, you would always be around each other and confident things to one another and it has been months since you didn't have a proper conversation. Anyone would feel like that. Right?

Your thoughts were interupted when you heard Seoyeon scream and run towards the door, you stod up ready to prevent her from going to the streat, but as soon as you raised your eyes you saw Jaehyun walking inside and opening his arms with the brightest smile you've seen in a while on his face ready to pick up his daughter. He holded her and spined her around kissing all over her face making her giggle and scream happily. You had a huge smile on your lips and couldn't help getting a little emotional.

"My baby is so big! Look at how much you've grown, Seoyeon! And you are so beautiful!" He said admiring the toddler's face and caressing her cheek. "You look more like your mother everytime I see you." He whispered foundly and with that something seemed to snap on his head, so he looked around searching for something and as soon as his eyes landed on you he smiled widely and walked over you.

You suddenly became very self-conscious, you cleaned your hands that you didn't realise were sweating on your jeans as Jaehyun approached. You expected him to stop in front of you, but he pulled you into his arms. You were surprised at first, but buried yourself in the hug.

The three of you standed like this for a few moments, until you gently steped back. You looked up at your daughter that was still hugging your ex-hunband's neck and then moved your eyes to watch him who stared back at you.

"Hi." You said softly what made him chuckle and answer.

"Hi."

"Hello!!" You two turned to your Seoyeon that was happily waiving at her parents and that made Jaehyun and you laugh. He leaned to press a kiss on her hands rocking her softly.

"Hello to you too, baby girl."

"So... Did you have a good flight?" You asked when his eyes met yours again and he nodded shortly.

"Yes! I tried to sleep so I could spend more time with my baby." He said ticking the toddle's belly making her laugh. You smiled foundly and turned around when heard someone approach.

Jaehyun's manager greated you and Seoyeon warmly and said that he had already made the check-in for your bedrooms. So the three of you followed him to the elevator.

As you walked your ex-husband iniciated a small talk with you asking about how Seoyeon has been adapting, but his eyes wouldn't leave his daughter that once in a while would join your conversation making the two of you melt. You couldn't be happier in that moment seeing how the toddle's eyes would sparkle everytime she looked at her dad.

Once you exited the elevator, the manager started speaking. "Since I didn't know how you would divide your time with Seoyeon, I thought that a suit with two bedrooms would be nice for you so she could choose with whom she wants to sleep without having to leave the room. But, if you prefer to stay in a room of your own, Y/N, you can stay in mine and I'll share the other with Jaehyun."

He unlocked the door while speaking and before answering you entered the room. There was a cozy living room with a small kitchen and three doors, two bedrooms and a bathroom, you thought.

"I don't mind." You turned around to look at Jaehyun and saw him let his daughter down on the floor. "Do you?"

He looked up at you and shook his head right away. "No. Not at all."

"Great. I'll leave the three of you alone. Jae, I'll come to wake you up for the photoshot tomorrow. Y/n, is good to see you." You smiled warmly at him and nodded repeating the words back at him." Bye, Soyeon!"

"Bye bye!" The toddler waved at the manager as he closed the door.

Once you were alone, you felt a little akward to be sleeping under the same roof as your ex-husband again even if it was just for 5 days. You looked around seeing your bags in a corner, so you moved to take your daughters toys to give it to her.

"Would you like me to order dinner? Oh. You can choose which bedroom you want." You looked at him and nodded extending the bag to him. "Sure. I would like that."

At that night you ate dinner together. It felt nice to share a meal the three of you again, it was even better now because Seoyeon would take part of the conversation on her own way. He asked you about how was your job, if you were enjoing it and how it felt to live in Chicago. You asked him about how things were going with his fashion brand, if his parents were healthy and if he was still bowling weekly. You slowly felt like the two of you were going back to the relashionship you had before telling him you were moving to the US.

And it went like that for the following days. You would speak to each other warmly, laugh at each other and make fun of one another. It was refreshing to be able to talk freely too him again.

You let Seoyeon sleep with her dad so they could spend more time together, one night she woke up whinning wanting to see you, but as soon as she was sure that you haven't gone anywhere, she went back to sleep on her father's arms. And you sighed at the sight of Jaehyun in his pijama’s rocking her baby in his arms while singing her a lullaby.

The two of you followed Jaehyun in most of his appointments so during the breaks he would play with the toddler. You felt proud of him once you saw that he achieved all he ever wanted. He had become a respected model and the art director of a expanding brand, you could see that he was happy and that made your heart warmer.

Some of the times you knew he didn't have a schedule you would leave the two of them alone to go on dates so they could enjoy each other's company. Jaehyun would always insist for you to come too, you would say that you had work to do. That wasn't a lie, but you wanted to make sure that they could spend some time alone, because you knew that it would take a while for them to have an oportunity like that again.

The time alone Jaehyun and you spent together was close to zero, the only minutes Seoyeon wouldn't be around was when she had just felt asleep, but he would have to sleep early too because he had some schedule early on the following day.

That was until your last night on the hotel. The three of you have been to Central Park and that made your baby so tired she felt asleep on your way back to the hotel. As soon as you got in the room, Johnny called you. Jaehyun told you to answer while he changed Seoyeon's clothes, so you sat on the couch and opened the facetime smiling at your boyfriend.

You talked about your day, he told you about his and after a few minutes you let out a small yawn.

"You tired?"

"Just a little. We ran after Seoyeon the whole afternoon." You chuckled and smiled tenderly remembering the good day you had. "And then they teamed up against me! That wasn't fair!" You said laughing." It was great day. You saw Johnny nod, but didn't realized he dropped the smile he had on his lips.

"You should sleep, love."

"Uhm, yeah. I think I should." You said streaching your arms with a lazy smile.

"Go ahead. I love you and I miss you."

" Me too, baby. Goodnight."

You turned off the call and when you were about to stand up you realized that Jaehyun was standing on the corner of the living room looking at the menu of the room service.

"Did she wake up?" He turned at you and shook his head with a smile

"Sleeping as a rock. I ordered us dinner by the way." You laughed nodding and rested back when saw he coming at you with the menu in hands. "They have Franciacorta here. Is it still your favorite wine?" He looked at you with a small smirk tilting his head as mocking you, that made you laugh throwing your head back.

"Oh my God, yes! The last time I drank it was in Italy in that restaurant with the little farm when- "

"You drank too much and couldn't stand still so you decided that it was a good idea to sit on the grass of the yard to play with the dogs while waited for me." You covered your face with your hands embarassed, but coudn't help laughing at the memory.

"I ruined my white dress that night."

"And I thought I have lost you because I clearly remember to tell you to wait for me at the table. By the way, why on earth were you so excited to be talking to the dogs?!"

"I was drunk. Give me a break! And, well, you proposed that night. I was happy, I had to share the news.”." You pushed his shoulder lightly while the two of you laughed and his eyes sparkled when you said the last part and you felt shy under his gaze. In that moment you heard a knock on the door and Jaehyun stood up to answer it.

"It's the room service." He said after some moments walking into the room again being followed by a concierge with a food cart. The man set the food on the table and you noticed that the wine that Jaehyun talked about was on the cart.

"Did you actually ordered that?" You said amuzed and shook your head. He scrached his neck with a shy smile.

"Is it too much? I mean... I know you like it and, well, it's our last night here and we didn't even have time to talk-"

"Jae." You interupted him smiling softly walking closer to the table. "It's okay." You thanked the concierge and he made a small bow.

"Have a good night, Miss Jung." He said before walking back to the door, you opened your mouth softly at the name you haven't been called in a while, but there was no use correcting him. And because you turned to eat some fries of the dish, you missed Jaehyun bitting back a smile.

"Only you to order wine with hamburgers." You commented low taking the plates and bringing them to the center table in the middle of the living room and sat on the floor with your back against the couch. "Come on. Join me."

He opened the bottle, poured some wine in two glasses and came over to sit by you. He extended you one and said with a grin. "Hope you don't befriend any animals today."

You laughed and lightly punched him on the arm, he gasped and holded the place you touched pretending that he was in pain, but soon the both of you were laughing.

As the time went on, you talked and laughed about your past and your memories and at every moment you recalled, you felt something blooming inside you, but you couldn't tell what that was. After the third glass and Jaehyun have eaten all of your fries, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you. You leaned your back on the couch and closed your eyes for a moment feeling that the wine has gone to your head.

"How's Johnny?" At the question, your eyes shot open and you realized that Jaehyun was staring at you closely. He haven't asked about your boyfriend until now, actually even back in Korea he would never bring him up, so you were taken aback at him question. You raised your head and turned it in order to face him. You stared at him for a moment trying to read his expression, but you couldn't.

"Why are you asking that?"

He let out a soft snort with a sad smile, you saw him lower his gaze and start fiddling with the carpet.

"Does he treat you right? Does he make you happy?" You opened you mouth slightly not knowing how to react to what he was asking you.

"Listen. I shoudn't be telling you this. Maybe this is selfish, but honestly I don't think I care right now. I need to get this off my chest. During these months that you were here. I tried to hate you. I really did. I mean, you are living with my daugher miles away from me and I thought 'why is it fair that you get to see her everyday, to hold her and I don't?' I know you noticed that I didn't want to speak to you after talking to Seoyeon because I could see it in your face and the look you would give me hurted me. Hurted me like hell. And I couldn’t understand why. But then one day it hit me." He stopped to take a deep breath and squeezed his eyes for a moment before letting a low "Fuck" come out of his lips. "I can't stand looking at your face through a screen because it tells me that I can't have you back. It fucking rubs on my face that I lost the best thing that ever happened to me. And I uncounsciously thought that if I distanced myself from you I would stop missing you, the pain would stop. But it just got harder." He licked his lips and raised a hand to rub his eyes that you noticed were filling with tears. "And these days here with you and Seoyeon was like when we were still together and I felt like my heart was gonna brust with happiness. But then I heard you talking to Johnny and I was brought back to reality. God. I just want to make sure that he is loving you the way I didn't. I just need to know if he treats you the way that you should be treated and that you are the happiest with him."

He opened his eyes to stare deep into yours, he smiled lovingly at you, but his eyes were full of pain. He raised a hand to pull a strand of hair behind your ear and rubbed his tumb against your cheek. It was natural for you to lean on his touch. You closed your eyes feeling them burn with the tears welled up in them. You felt your heart beat like crazy in a way that only one person ever made you feel, yet you couldn't speak. You didn't know what to do, your head was spinning and the only thing running in your mind was that you hated seeing Jaehyun like that. He chuckled humorless and you felt his thumb brushing your tears away.

"Why are you crying?" He leaned foward to rest his forehead against yours and holded the two sides of your face softly before whispering. "You are the love of my life. You have always been and always will be. I just feel stupid that I didn't realized that before." You started sobbing and he squeezed his eyes shaking his head. "Shhh, it's alright. You are the love of my life. But that doesn't mean I'm yours. I love you so so much and I just want you to be happy. And if you are happy with him. That's more than enough for me." The two of you stared into each other’s eyes closely with your foreheads still touching. He leaned foward brushing his lips softly against yours and you felt your breath go away. You stopped, you weren't thinking about anything else, just you and him right there at that moment and his lips on yours. The world seemed to fade and his touch was the only thing you could feel, his scent the only thing you could smell and his breath and your heart beat the only things you could hear. And it felt so right.

Suddenly he pulled away, like something just hit him. You opened your eyes missing his touch and you saw him standing up and rubbing his hands against his eyes. "We... You should go to sleep. You have to wake up early tomorrow." And with that he left to his room.

The rest of the night felt like a blur to you. You went to your own room and layed on the bed, but you couldn't sleep right away. You had a thousand thoughts running through your mind and your heart was in a pace you didn't think was healthy.

You didn't realized when you slept, but you woke up with Seoyeon climbing into your bed and sitting on your belly to lay on top of you.

"Mama. Mama!" She said poking your cheek, you hugged her and opened your eyes looking at her with a smile. "Uncle is there." You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at the clock on the nightstand. You knew that by uncle she ment Jaehyun's manager, but you didn't know why he was there at that time. You stood up and followed the toddler into the living room.

" Morning, y/n. I'm sorry to come here at this time, but Jaehyun had to leave early to a meeting and he didn't want to wake you up and neither leave Seoyeon alone."

"It's okay." You smiled softly feeling a slight headache as the consequences of the glasses from yesterday started hitting you. "But, he already left?" You couldn't help, but fell a little dissapointed at that.

"No. He actually is joining the two of you after breakfast." You nodded, thanked him for looking afyer Seoyeon and said that the two of you would take a shower and head down to the restaurant.

Once he left, you startet packing your bags and when you entered Jaehyun's bedroom you saw that both his and your daughter's bags where already packed. You took a shower with your baby, once the two of you were dressed and all was packed you headed down to the lobby. On your way, you thought about the night before, was he avoiding you because of what he said? Does he really mean it? Why are you you freaking out? Should you tell Johnny?

And your thoughts went like that for all the morning, you keeped looking around to check when he was coming, but there was no sight of him. The time to go to the airport was coming and he wasn't there yet.

"Y/n, I'll take you to the airport now." His manager said while carring your bags.

"But, he is not here yet."

"Don't worry. He'll join us there."

Once in the airport, you were walking inside the lobby, holding Seoyeon tightly, people would think that you were worried that she would run around, but you were worried that she would not be able to tell her father goodbye. Or maybe you were worried you wouldn't be able to talk to him. But then you saw him, standing in front of the check-in counter. You almost cursed under your breath. Why were you suddenly so nervous? He saw the two of you and walked closer.

"I'm sorry I had to leave early. I had some problems."

"It's okay." That was all you could manage to answer. He offered you a small smile and leaned down to pick his baby up.

"I wish I had more time to talk, but... My flight is in a few minutes." He said looking at you and you felt your heart sink.

"Y/n. I... I don't know what to say. I shouldn't have told you all of those things yesterday because I know you are happy. And it was stupid, but... It was all true. And-" At that moment he heard hia flight being called and you two knew that he had to go. You saw him tear up and hold his daughter against his chest tighter. He raised her a little so she would be facing him and pecked around her face making her giggle. "My sweet, baby girl. Your dad loves you so much. I'll miss you so so much. Be good to your mother, okay? Take care of her." You saw your daughter pout slightly and widen her eyes and you knew what would come next. He pecked her forehead again and she whispered a low "I love you, dada." while burrying her face in his neck. He smile putting her on the floor again. "I love you more, my little." When he turned to look at you, you bit your lip feeling your hands shaking a little.

"And you." He reached to rub you cheek with his thumb. "Just be happy." He leaned foward and you felt his lips linger on your forehead. "I'll see you soon, love of my life." His flight was called again making he move away from you. He nodded softly and reached to caress Seoyeon's head one last time before leaving to take the plane back home.

author’s note: Hi!! I had more things to put on this part, but it was already sooo big... I’ll do a part 3. Just let me know what you think!! I really appreciate feedbacks Thank you so much for reading!!! <3 BTW i was so excited to post i didnt proofread sorry if there are any mistakes

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CONTENT CREATOR YEAR IN REVIEW

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ok this is the fist one (still very pleased with colouring here T_T the stage lighting was,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, well yeah as always lmao) and this is the most recent (TBH DKJSKDSDK I WISH MY MOST RECENT POST COULD BE A DIFFERENT ONE THE ONE I WANNA MAKE FOR A MONTH NOW THE ONE ID PUT A LOT MORE EFFORTS IN SO IM A LIL FRUSTRATED i literally just missed giffing but couldnt watch anything new so took an old vid i wanted to gif once I DIDNT EVEN USE MYCOLOURING PSD IT LITERALLY HAS ONLY COUPLE OF LAYERS uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :( but whatever,,, it just kinda doesnt show the difference -_-)

❀ a creation u r really proud of

well 👁👄👁 there r quite few,,, and the main reason is colouring most of these r comps and i a b s o l u t e l y sucked at comps and esp at making the colouring consistent there lol so lets begin lol 1 (u have no idea how muchi love this set) 2 (i fucking mastered it i wanted to remake it for two years and i finally did!! 60 fps smooth good moments iconic performance iconic hair colour his attitude bruh and ofc the fact that i could do sth with colouring,,,,,, and chose such an unusual colour scheme that i doubted jckdckfdk and it still worked out 🥺) 3 (lol i had this idea written down since 2018 as well and this year i could finally collect all moments i needed and oh boi yeah,,, AND COLOURING I COULD ALMOST yeah almost do sth decent with it there r still couple moments id changed but im pleased) 4 (im so happy whenevr i see this CUZ IT ALL WORKED OUT it was such an impulsive comp i literally only saw couple moments for past few years as well where i could see three of them in one frame and suddenly I WAS LIKE I FUCKING MUST POST THOSE MOMENTS SOMEHOW and im so proud of colouring it looks so well T_T) 5 (the colouring ofc im still :o that i could get rid of that shitty shit dkksjkj AND THE MOMENTS ITSELF?????? AND BLACK SWAN???????? EVERY PERFORMANCE???? HAIR?????? OUTFIT???????? EVRERYHTIGNM???????? HIS FUCKING STARE? FACE??? DONT MAKE ME CONTINUE AAAAAAAAAAA also if im not wrong this set in particular made me start my before/after posts 🥺) 6 (i jujst love everything about it e v e r yt h i n g also i could made ppl believe that jin fr has purple hair here when in reality its brown djhfdhskdf one of blending modes or adjustment layers worked this way lol) 7 (i wont even comment this tried a great tutorial with great beautiful resuls for the first time ever and it worked out so well and i like it so much and the whole yoongi here,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, also love me some borders that add cinematic feels to some gifs or just make them pretty in a dif way just like i did with prev post i mentioned imo lol) OK LAST ONE 8 (I USED A VIDEO OF STARS AND ADDED IT TO THE GIF FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER I FUCKED WITHMASKING FOR 3 HOURS GRRRRRRRR THIS IS SO HUGE FOR ME!!!!! i cant even explain whew IVE NEVER DID ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE SO I WAS REALLY PROUD TOO even tho i fucked masking up on some layers lmao but lets not pay too much attention to it 👀)

❀ a creation that took u forever

ohhhhhhhh i think this one cuz the moments were long i couldnt decide what do i want to include + it ts file so u kno,,, the speed,,, of processing,, + somehow decided to put them all together + fucked with colouring + had to get rid of the logo and as we know japan likes a lot of big braight text around haha and draw hair in moments where logo made it look blurry + had to adjust the order and all that stuff but getting rid of logo was the longest part

❀ a creation from 2020 that received the most notes

whew this iconic one im still amazed tbh they looked soso incredible and im glad how everything turned out here <3 (could change some colouring on bg tho so it could look better and more hq :c)

❀ a creation u think deserved more notes

lol this one cuz i was so hyped to make it cuz their concert in saudi arabia is one of my fav things in the world and i waited for so long to have mood and energy to go throught it to find jk moments and i couldnt choose some for this comp for so long and just,,,,,, overall,,,, the way he looks here............................................................... its a special comp to me haha ill def gif more of it i have shit ton of clips left and also there r other members and i just want to sit and enjoy yhe whole thing to so may find more stuff to gif here lol

❀ a new fandom u joined an a creation u made for it

i didnt join anything heurheru

❀ a creation u made that breaks ur heart

OKAY LISTEN DSJAKDJHFDKJ THIS ONE IF U KNOW U KNOW AND IM SURE IT BREAKS ALMOST EVERY HEART tbh whenever i see soft smiles or soft interactions or anything like this im just :’( <3 even my serotonin boost tag does it to me cuz its too precious T_T

❀ a ‘simple’ creation that u really love

this one cuz everything about it ah and this one 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

❀ a creation that was inspired by someone else

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm idk maybe this one ? cuz i never did anything like this before and maybe i saw someones beautiful headers and decided to try one too ? i could do a lot better there is not enough depth but oh well,,, lol

❀ a favourite creatin created by someone else

oh its gonna be hard :) dear every conten creator i hope u dont mind if i wont go though the whole 2020 gif tag but choose form the most recent ones i loved? u know how much i appreciate ur content cuz i never stop screaming about it in tags but truly there r more content makers and i want u to know that i really love ur content :(

@syubb welllllllllllll i wont even comment this is iconique.....

@jinv T_T val i miss u but there should be bday comps with that BIG ASS IMAGE THAT HAS ITS PARTS ON EVERY SINGLE GIF I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN that icant even find dfjksfskj

@jung-koook i literally couldnt choose ehdskjdjksd but i decided this one cuz its sososososososososososososososososososososo well made every single detail here is chefs kiss

@kkulmoon i truly really cant get enough of ur colouring lately T_T

@minhope !!!!!!LITERALLY EVERY PANTONE COMP OR ESPECIALLY 7 YEARS WITH BTS PANTONE ONE IM AAAAAAAAAAAAA and lmao i think this is one of the most reposted things ive ever seen on internet T_T

@jjoon hng amy u know how i feel about ur content T_T decided this one cuz f l a w l e s s

@hopekidoki stuff like this makes my jaw lie in the floor dsjkdj

@flipthatjacketjiminie idk whats up but it makes me scream like a madman every time i see it.........

@lifegoesmon i cant even explain why i chose this one but everything here is so incredible !!!!!!!!1

@hobeah one of those good fucking bye ones.....

@taeyungie this made me feel so many things and a whole ass a w e so cool T_T

@jiminfilter i will never shut up about bts core jungkook one should also be here

@seoksjin THE COLOURS I SCREAM OH MY GOD O HMY OGD I JUST WENT TO CHECK OUT AND SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY DJKSJD DECIDED THIS IS CRAZY THE PASTELS THE PINNKS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EVERYHTGIN but also those birthday posts ahhh T_T

@jinvant i wanna YELL but also u know how much i love ur quality and blacks T_T and gfxs too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@yoongi-bts i love everything here with my whole heart!!!

@everythingoes SHOUWLD I EVEN EXPLAIN WHY

@hobibestboy THIS IS SO COOL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE COLOUR SCHEME

@joenns I WONT EVEN EXPLAIN IM SO HURT HES SO THIS IS SO T____________________T

@jjeongukie idk i cant get enough of skin tone!!!!!!!!!!!!

@chaylani i really love the colouring and love these posts with highlights T_T

@eklipxe COLOURING AND EVERYTHIGN

@oncupid cant get enough of every colouring ive seen <3

@jiminslight THIS WHOLE GIF RIGHT HERE

@6dis-ease COZY AND PRECIOUS T_T

@ofkimtaehyung I LITERALLY HAVE NO WORDS ITS SO PRETTY

@taee it was really hard to choose too T_T decided to go with this cuz,, u kno

@yoonqiful CUZ THESE COLOURS DRIVE ME INSANE

OK THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG KDSFJSAKDL I WOULD ADD A LOT MORE CUZ THERE IS A LOT MORE TO ADD BUT IVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR THREE HOURS I BETTER CHILL

❀ some of your favourite content creators from this year

ok i may forgot someone + in no order in particular + literally every creator that i follow/whose content i reblog @taeguks @tearuntold @cyphertaehyungie @love4hobi @kimnamtaejin @taejoon @jimiyoong @namkook @taeyungie @jinvant @jinv @6dis-ease @jiminrolls @daechwitas @syubb @syuga @jjeongukie @cowboyjinbop @hope-film @minhope @hopekidoki @joonie @namgination @jung-koook @faerieth @kooksv @lifegoesyoon @yoonqiful @j-sope @chaylani @jiminfilter @jjoon @everythingoes @varietae @seoksjin @dearbangtansonyeondan @ofkimtaehyung @yoongi-bts @gaypeople @seokjinyoongis @agustdfeatrm @joenns @houseofarmanto @namjoon (will miss forever) @thebtsgenre @honsool @vjimin @seokjinite @jiminswn @taee @hobeah @lifegoesmon @taemaknae @gukgi @kkulmoon @flipthatjacketjiminie @jintae @jcngkooks @ynki @yoongikook @yoongiandthebiaswreckers @jiminslight @gwkie @oncupid @eternalbulletproof and many more <3

OK SO i wanna say a special thanks to every content creator ever and also i wanna say that im really glad to be a part of this community all of u r so cool and creative and make such beautiful things and many of u made me feel EMOTIONS with ur sets or not only sets ill be forever grateful that i discovered bts and for everything they do to me without even knowing ALSO THANK U FOR STILL BEING HERE ON TUMBRLDSDFKJ yeah this year was less active there were few issues many ppl went on twt but thank u for still being here also happy new year <3333333 i think i sounded deeper and more emotional when i was commenting ppls gifs :| but its almost 2 am so i hope u will understand dkfjkfsjk im happy there is this corner on the internet that feels cozy and so welcoming <3 i love u i wish u a better year ahead <3 ok for checking notifications purpose ill tag my blog lol @eternal-bangtan

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tomdiddlyumptious · 4 years ago

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Can u do a Tom Holland x black model reader

And she’s zendayas friend and she introduces Tom to her and they hit it off he ends up seeing her outside they have a sentimental talk about what it’s like being famous and they end up kissing maybe smut at the end and they wake up the morning after 😩😩😫

I MIGHTVE GOTTEN....YA KNOW TAKEN AWAY BUTTTTT

warnings: terrible fans, sadness, annoying papis, and I guess heavy smut but idk 🤷🏽‍♀️ NOT PROOFREAD, PROBABLY TERRIBLE ✌🏽

a/n: REEEEE I HATE MYSELF

You sighed as she grabbed your hand, pulling you, “look you have nothing better to do, so you do this or keep watching re-runs of Harry Potter and trying to shift, which isn’t gonna work” she rolled her eyes at the idea, looking at your scrunched up face.

“Well whatever, so much for getting a spell book” you huffed in loss, zendaya laughing at you as she let your hand go and opened the door “for my princess please” she dramatically said, her hand pointing inside the restaurant.

“We couldn’t have taken a walk-“ “y/n shut up and sit down please” you giggled as you walked slower to let her infront of you and guide you to a seat, next to her but also next to a nice, brown haired, of course skinny lean white boy.

And how did you know that? You checked him out without hesitation. As you looked back up at him you found himself with a cocky ass smirk. “Don’t flatter yourself” you chuckled only leaving him doing the same.

“Hey a pretty girl like you how could I not?” His hand lifted and ruffled his hair some, leaving you with a smile. “We all know who we are right?” Daya said, not wanting to introduce anybody when your all basically famous. “Yes?” The group said.

You knew Tom of course but not officially, your brother made you watch Spider-Man because he’s two years older then you and loves to debate that tobey Maguire is the best, which you have to agree, its only by the way he swings. Your brother also thinks tobey can play Batman but he is like 46, he will have a heart attack.

As you all ordered your meals and passed around plates Harrison and Jacob talked, zendaya and her brother talked, which left you and Tom.

“Hi I’m tom” he said, lifting his hands wanting a handshake, orrr possibly a hug, what’s the damage?. “Well hello Tom, my name is Y/n” you said, taking his hand in yours, also noticing you can’t even shake his hand because of his hand size, it basically devoured your whole hand. Tom chuckled as he looked at your small fingers.

“Compare?” He asked, “oh what are we in fourth grade?” You giggled but agreed, he put his hand up flat and open and you did the same, touching hands you noticed your hand was small, or his hand was big, who knows. “I should call you robin!” He chuckled.

“You are really a child, teen titans really?” You bursted into laughter but only Tom could really hear. “Hey I have to do something to keep me satisfied right?” He shrugged, “and tough talked for a woman with small hands”.

You playfully gasped as you hit his shoulder “no you just have large hands, above average, so leave me alone, and tough talk for a guy who’s 5’8, my brother was that height at like 14” he only left his mouth open as you laughed, his eyebrows raised as he said “touché, but you’ve been doing some research on me havent you?”.

“Eh, something like that” you shrugged, getting chopsticks and trying to set it up but failing, of course Tom hysterically laughed at you “fuckin chopsticks” you mumbled to yourself, still trying to get them in between your fingers but utterly confused.

“Here darling, let me help you yeah?” Tom said in his slick British accent,

leaving your stomach to drop to your ass but you agreed, forgetting what he was helping you with.

He took your hand softly and fixed it, staring at him in awe before-

snap

You both looked over and seen a photographer running away, leaving Tom pissed but you could only laugh. Everyone around the table noticed and started to feel bad about being “famous” because it does take away your private life.

As they all looked at you both you continued laughing, leaving them all confused “did you see the way he ran?” You only busted out laughing more as Tom could still see him, looking at the way he does run and starts laughing after.

“Your right!” Everyone starts to catch on as zendaya pulls out her phone to record him, putting it on her instagram story with text of “running to his casket” (I KNOW THIS IS MEAN BUT I COULDNT HELP IT)

As you all as a group ate your food, well you ordered a fork, and talked you all giggled, and got to know more about each other, when he found out you were a model he only smiled more because, you deserve to be one, your beautiful in so many ways anyone could see that, not just Tom holland.

You cracked open the cookie and grabbed the paper “I wanna see!” Tom said, scooting closer and resting his head on your shoulder as you read it “hop on a ride but you won’t go outside, lucky numbers 11,9,10,20” tom furrowed his eyebrows, “I don’t get it” he whispered in your neck, platonically. But he got your sweet spot so you bit your tongue some. “What makes you think I do? You do yours!”

He sat back up straight and grabbed his, opening it. “Hmm, take your time, try to wine and dine, same lucky numbers as you” he looked at you while your lower lip was puckering out, confused but not gonna stress yourself out about it.

“Aren’t they just beautiful” daya quietly said, recording it and putting it on her Snapchat instead. Harrison agreed as they all started at both of you but you didn’t take any sense to notice.

“Who’s paying?” Tom said. “Split” you say back, everyone taking out their credit card and placing it in the middle.

About two days later you went out for shopping, mostly for yourself but you did think about buying daya matching Harry Potter mugs.

You looked at Victoria secret, looking at all the options you could get, but you got white lingerie, lacy white lingerie. You had about 3 bags in your hands, all clothes as you found yourself hungry, you checked the time and noticed it was about five thirty but daylight saving so it was darker then usual.

You found yourself at a Chinese place at the food court, ordering what you wanted as your phone blew up from the events of yesterday. “Y/n?” You heard a familiar voice, you turned to see-

“Thomas?” You smiled at him as he smiled back, coming up close and seeing ‘foot locker’ and ‘Nike’ bags in his hand. “Hey!” He came over and reached out for a hug which you accepted, and you smelled so good, like no one else. He knew once they started to publicly date he would have to point out that you have this magnificent smell.

“Hey babe how are you?” You ask looking at him, letting him go as his hands were still on your arms. “My phone won’t stop blowing up” he sighed and rolled his eyes “eh same here” “what are you doing?” He asked, you pointed at the title of the food place “Chinese food” “your trying again aren’t you?” “You know what- shut up” you laughed making him join along.

He decided to join you at one of the tables, both with hats on and black tinted sunglasses. “This is humiliating” you sighed, playing with the noodles. “What?” He asked looking up at you. “I shouldnt really have to hide because I just want to eat alone” you let out a distant chuckle and let the food alone, looking at the table.

“Yeah I know it does suck, but atleast we have killer fans right!” “Yeah but then they want to turn on you because you wanna make a point or a decision for yourself” he only sighed in defeat at your point, nodding in agreement. “I mean I guess it’s what we signed up for” “I just really want to do what I love but then there’s the pros and cons, people loving my body and people hating my body, telling me I should lose weight and that I should just kill myself-“

“Well you shouldn’t, people tried to cancel me because I didn’t vote? I can’t!” He grabbed your hand and that made you look at him “and your beautiful, so beautiful, don’t take only my word but everyone else’s, and whoever is telling you to kill yourself has a problem with their body image, they want to be you!” He gave you a smile, you gave a weak one back. “Hey love, darling, trust me. There’s a lot of people out there that support you! Why do paparazzi want to take photos of you? To let everyone know hoe your doing at the moment!”

“That wasn’t a good one Thomas” you laughed which made him giggle, he reached over and let go of your hand and places his thumb on your chin, the coldness of his ring on his pointer finger as it’s under your chin.

“Your really fucking beautiful, princess, fame is annoying celebrity is a annoying word but guess what? Isn’t it worth it?” “Yeah I guess, because I met you” you smirk, he tilts your head up and looks at your lips, looking at your eyes for approval and you nod your head.

He presses his lips on yours, pulling you closer as he wants to climb over the table and just take you there, his lips on your soft delicate ones is heaven, feeling your hand raise up to his cheek as you let go for a longer one-

“Hey get out of here! It’s like 7, stop sharing your cootie germs!” The janitor says with his strong Indian accent which makes you both laugh while your lips are still pressed together.

“Hey I really mean it!” You both let go as he shouts a thank you and you didn’t even notice it was that dark, he didn’t either. “Wanna get out of here?” He asked, you nodded as you both grabbed your bags and threw away your food.

You both couldn’t keep your lips off of each other, he slammed you against the apartment door, leaving you to moan as he focused on your neck, grabbing the key from his poket and shoving it in the door, opening it as he twisted to nob you fell and he feel ontop of you, well on your stomach.

You both laughed out of breath as he got up to close the door, thankfully there was a door stopper that didn’t allow a mark on the wall, he came back down and helped you up, taking the bags from your hand and throwing it on the couch, the boxes of shoes falling out of the bag and on the floor.

You quickly took off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear with Tom just admired you, your sweet brown skin just shinning of cocoa butter lotion and body oil, smelling so intoxicating as he walked up to you, his hand softly placed on your waist as he whispered in your ear “help me” you giggled and unbuckled his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt, quickly only in his-

“Really? Spider-Man? Your such a narcissist” “your ruining the moment” “whatever kiddo” he took your hand and ran into the room, falling on the bed from the jeans around his ankles, you got comfy on the queen bed with the silky black sheets and blanket, your legs open waiting for him as he kicked off his jeans.

He looked at you and your legs, crawling over to kiss your shins up to your thighs, his lips so soft on your skin as if he doesn’t want to break it.

“You such a pretty girl” he purred, kissing up to your stomach, to the middle of your breasts to you neck. “Touch me please tommy” you sighed in relief as he went down to your underwear, pressing your clit and trailing down to see you soaked. “I’ve barely touched you princess, do I make you wet like this?” He talks mostly to himself, not expecting an answer but you do “yes you do, fuck you make me so wet tom, watching your hands move, you mouth-“

“My mouth huh? What do you want me to do princess? Eat you out? Make you come then I fuck you and don’t miss a beat? Make everyone hear my good girl?” He asked, making you moan at the scenarios “I want to you to be on top of me, I want to you fuck yourself on my dick until you make me whine” he comes up to your ear and whispers “which I don’t do”, you whimper as he unclamped your bra, the cold ring and Rolex on your back as he gets it off.

You smile as he just stares, reaching down and taking a nipple in his mouth, moaning as he punches the other. “Fuck Thomas your really good” “shh now, remember what I want you to do f’me okay?” He asked looking up at you, you nodded as he reached down in between your thighs, pushing the underwear to the side.

He puts a finger inbetween your folds, his fingers rather warm and he rubs right over your whole while he continues to kiss and leave hickeys around your neck and inbetween your breasts.

He pushes in his finger and you let out a whimper, his fingers way bigger then your own “your so tight around my finger, fuck your gonna feel so good around my cock, just let me make you come first” you nod at him and give him a open mouth kiss as he goes down, taking off your panties and lifting your thighs and putting them inbetween his head.

He pumps is finger in you slowly, my the third time you suddenly let out a “oh” as your breathe starts to get heavy, “don’t give up now darling” “get to work and I’ll see what I can do for-“ you moan as he wraps his lips around your clit, kitty licking.

“Don’t talk down on me, darling” he says, before adding another finger, his long slender fingers finding your spot as he rubs over it, shaking his head from side to side around your bundle of nerves, your legs raise into a butterfly just asking for more.

Your hands reach down to his hair and you pull it, ruffle it and whimper as his fingers press hard on your spot “ah!” You let out a high pitched moan, he makes eye contact with you as his tongue continues to run miles, infinity signs, even his own full name on you “I’m so close” you whimper, he already knew by how much you were clenching around him, he sped up his movements, licking the slide of your clit, bucking your hips and pulling his hair making him moan on you, high pitch moans, the sounds of his fingers in your wet slopping whole is just enough to make you come, “Aw please! Fuck tommy!” Your eyes roll back as you cum, your back arching more as your fluids let loose and your stomach a pit of fire.

“You tase so good, Mmm” he licks you clean, savoring your tase as he licks his lips and comes up to kiss you, sharing tongues and humming at the taste on his lips.

And it was your time for the deal, he turned you both so you were on top. His hands already behind his head as he enjoyed the view already, you grabbed his member and pumped it a few times making him groan, you swiped him between your folds and cried at the overstimulation.

“Fuck y/n” he moaned feeling of your wetness looking down and seeing his spit and your arousal connected to the tip of his member, you both moaned at the feeling of his member getting in you so slowly.

You started to move your hips against his, seeing him so comfortable and watching every single move you make could make you come right there, you started to bounce and you sat up straight, moaning as Tom took a hand of his and licked his thumb to roll your nipple “faster” he said, as you did it.

“Fuck tommy your so good” “oh no it’s you babygirl, fucking yourself on my dick like I told you to, I don’t have to do any-“ he groaned “work, your such a good girl, my princess” he praised making you whimper and lean down. In this moment he could stay there forever, your ass on display as you bounced your whimpers in his neck right on his sweet spot. “Shit y/n”he moaned, letting his hands go to your ass and lift his legs to thrust into you, “no tommy” you say weakly, pushing his legs down “I get to fuck myself on you like you said” you hit back a moan.

“I did princess- fuck” he let out an ‘uh’ as you clenched around him, his eyebrows furrowed as his mouth opened, you leaned back up to kiss his neck, his sweet spot and made hickeys with no hesitation. You moved faster and placed your hands in his chest and hearing your ass on his thighs, the slickness coating all over his member and trailing down his thighs “fuck!” You come, “don’t stop-please! Don’t stop” he practically begged, thats more than a whine and you were willing to take it, it was all so good, so good.

His hands left your ass and went up to your neck, looking down at his darkened eyes as he bit his lip “fucking yourself so good on my dick, fuck!” He came and shot his load up you “yes Tom!” You whimpered and arched your back coming with him. He painted your walls as you ride it out, him massaging your thighs and biting his lip as he watched his cum trail down your thighs and on his dick.

“You tired?” You asked, throwing yourself over, he looked over “yeah” he reached over to kiss you and wrap his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest, he turned off the light on his night stand as you lifted your leg over his thigh, both on the left side of the bed and taking in each other, drawing patterns in his chest. “So does this mean-“ “yeah of course”

You woke up in the same spot, looking up at Thomas and finding him already looking at you. “Hey princess” he smiled, taking his arm and drawing circles on yours. “Hey bubs” you kissed his chest. You only admired each other before having to clean each other up, sharing a shower, nothing happened but giggles and soft rubs on the butt, of course until you put on the lingerie that you bought yesterday.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland au #jb writes

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albino-whumpee · 3 years ago

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Alien whump 3

CW// conditioning, captivity, muzzled, defiant whumpee, implied abuse, manhandling, betrayal,

They let out a melancholic whimper next to Frank’s feet. Their own, bandaged up and razored. Awkwardly long limbs for their lean and small body. Their adult fur was starting to grow. Thick and raspy if you stroked it one way. But Frank knew how to feel the real fluffness of it.

“What’s wrong bud?” Frank stroked their head, patted it as Sam leaned on to the touch and let him scratch behind his ears. “Do they hurt?” Sam shooked their head. Unconsciously imitating the way Frank and the other humans did. Frank got wide eyed like he sometimes did.

“Sam?” They looked at Frank without thinking. “Do you really understand what I say?”

Sam blinked at that. Tilted their head up and down slowly. If they remembered well, that was how Frank said yes when he was too busy to talk.

The man pulled Sam up from below their armpits. A wince involuntarily coming out as the stitches on their stomach hadn’t quite healed yet. Frank put them down immediately “Im sorry! Holy- this- that’s- woah!” They stammered holding their head with one hand and brushing his head fur with the other. “Stay there, ok? I have to call …who am I even going to call? Oh my god! He understands! He can learn!” Frank’s excited voice got drowned in the space between them as he went away. Sam was obedient and stayed still on their place. Shoving the anxiety of seeing other humans deep down. Sam Looked at the box Frank loved to see all the time. Tiny things on it scrambled together next to a copy of Frank and someone else. A much smaller human. A much smaller Frank holding to him while both showed their teeth.

Family.

They couldn’t help but look down to their bandaged limbs letting them get damped with breathy sobs. Sam couldnt help but miss their siblings. They were still just a pup when they took them after all.

Sam stared at the little Frank until the tears dried up and the man came with a few other humans. Sam knew better than to jump away when they got too close suddenly. Reaching to put the muzzle on and pull them to a part of the ship they hadn’t see before.

Sam was forced to sit before a box with a black glass. They looked at Frank anxiously aware of the activity on the room. The man was too excited to notice.

The human who always held the baton (as they had learnt it was called) grabbed them by the collar and forced them to stare into blue eyes.

“So you just actually ignored me all the time huh?” He said teasing the baton’s end over their head making them slightly shrink on themselves “glad to hear we will understand each other better now” he showed his teeth but in a different manner than Frank before pulling away and buckling the D ring of their collar to a wire on the ground. Too short for them to sit completely straight “get the show on then doc”

Sam looked with a pleading look at the man but he only pressed on to the camera. Frank only helped Sam when they weren´t tied.

Sam saw another human on a similar box to Frank’s. A woman that had cold eyes.

Sam couldnt help but curl in fear at them. So similar to the looks the humans at the lab gave them at the beginning.

“So there has been a development with sample four?” her tone was easy, but so heavy and intimidating Sam´s fur sticked up. Attempting to appear scarier than those cold eyes and failing miserably. “I told you to only call me if there was a significant advancement with it, Cully. It still looks like an stray cat. Just like the others” Sam´s ears went up.

Others?

“Yes, ma´am. Samples one to three were a complete failure. We made some progress with SAM-5 and there´s still some hope with SAM-6, but this SAM, SAM-4, has showed the most developmental improvement of the batch” Sam felt like they couldn´t breathe “They have learnt. Not only words, but mannerisms. Ma´am, mannerisms!”

“Curling behind their tail isn´t exactly a mannerism, Cully” She scolded Frank. The man showed his teeth again.

“Right…I will show you then!” Frank walked to them. Positioned in a way they didn´t obstruct the camera. Whispered very low so only they heard him. “Sam, I need you to do the exact same you did back there. You know. That movement with your head” Sam heard him say, but the anger inside them was brewing so intensely. It was dazzlying and hardened his limbs in anticipation. Their fur went up and their pupils went slinted. A hiss escaped below the muzzle when Frank tried to touch them in an attempt to calm them down.

“I´m losing interest, Cully” she presed. Sam´s anger getting even more fired up as the man reached behind their ears. On to the soft spot they melted everytime he touched it. But this time he slapped his hand away with a declawed paw.

“Sam? What´s wrong?” Sam growled at him as reply. Frank´s eyes widened and catched the other human approaching with their baton. “NO! Wait!”

“Are you gonna let this one eat someone? Like with Sam-1? They like meat, Cully” the human turned the baton on and Sam´s pulse quickened at how he swinged it. The first few moons had given them a firm reason to despise the object and the little sizzle of electricity that filled the silence. “No matter how much fruit you give them, they want their meat” Their eyes locked on as Sam swished their tail. An instinct they had shoved deep down overtaking them. Filling them up and spiking their fur as they growled in rage. The man responded readjusting the baton on his hand “And I was actually beginning to think you wouldn´t bite back” he said before pulling the baton up and striking down to the floor. A second too late after they jumped away. Not too far as the wire held them down. But just enough to get close and impact their tail with full force against the man´s ankles. Making him lose his balance and fall. Sam didn´t have claws or fangs to fight now, but just the pure rage from learning, too late, they hadn´t been the only one captured.

Sam was about to jump above the human´s throat, when Frank held them down. A violent snarl that came with trashing easily seized and won by size alone. Cully was a two meter tall man, Sam was just a few centimeters above the meter and half.

“No! No, Sam!” The man shouted “Shut off the camera! Now!” he screamed at a petrified assistant. Sam continued to struggle before the other human pressed the baton´s end against their neck. A cry making Frank put himself between the human and them. “Stop it! You´re scaring him more!”

“He sure as hell scared me! Move it Cully! I´m just gonna make him go take a quick nap” he said shoving Frank away. Sam´s fur spiked up again as a deep, threatening growl came out from the depths of their stomach. The man didn´t care and even put the voltage up. So when he struck them and left the baton there for far than four seconds, Sam let out a ripping howl before falling limp on the floor.

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fleetwoodmak99 · 4 years ago

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Primed for Sin (3/10)

SUMMARY: Arthur 'accidently' bumps into Elena while getting her mail. She's surprised and delighted when the mysterious man offers to take her out on a date. While she goes about her day, she doesn't realize she's in the company of Arthur as well. Maybe it was a good thing too when three men walked onto the subway and approached his lady.

WARNING: Assult, attempted RAPE, murder.

No smut this chapter but next chapter will be dirtier.

Primed for Sin part 2

Arthur seriously couldn't control his thinking. He swore there was something else in his head. Thoughts would pop into his head at an incredible speed that he wouldn't even be able to keep up with them. He just wish he could be with her but as each day passed on, his hope was beginning to die.

So he decided it was time to push. He wanted his love story with her to be organic and special, not forced. It reminded him of all the old romantic movies his mom would make him watch when he was a kid.

He decided he would wait til she had to get her mail. She would get it every day on her way back from work. He would bump into her there. He had grabbed a toy percy train to give to Michael, hoping it would earn brownie points with the boy. Then hoping to ask Elena out on a date, not looking forward to the anxiety and laughing attacks that would probably follow but it was worth it.

He waited til she had gotten off of work, watched her pick up Michael and pick up some carry out before they both head back to the apartment building. Arthur followed in pursuit as he waited for his time to make his entrance.

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Elena fondled with her keys and held a bag of food. Her feet hurt from walking around all day. All she wanted was to lay down on the couch and watch Thomas was Michael, as childish as that sounds.

Elena let out a groan when her keys fell to the floor. Stopping to contemplate her life decisions, she stared at the floor where the keys had landed. Looking over to Michael who had his big brown eyes set on her reaction.

"Today is just not our day is it little one." She offered him a smile. Michael too smiled back up at her as he squeezed her leg.

They were interrupted by a gentleman clearing his throat, with the keys in hand. A forced smile on his face. "Looking for these?"

Elena stood there shocked, not expecting the same man from the elevator to be extending his arm to her. She finally snapped out of it as she grabbed the keys from his hands.

She notice his hands were bony and bruised. She wondered why they would look so beat up. She could feel herself wanting to care for his beautiful hands.

"Thank you sir." She put her hand back to her side. She could feel Michael leaning into her from behind.

The mans smile disappeared as he too place his hands down. "Please c-call me A-Arthur." He shuddered, almost forcing the words out. She could see his hands tighten into a fist.

She just simply nodded her head, "Arthur, I like that name. I'm Elena and this," her eyes focused on the little boy hiding behind her pant leg, "is Michael." She placed her hand on the little boys head as a way to comfort the boy. She could tell he was tired and would want his food soon.

She turned her attention back to Arthur who was now holding the toy train Percy in his hands. He extended it out to the boy.

"I-i was so touched by your gesture the other day that I thought you would like this. His names Percy right?" He extended his arm out once again. Only this time towards the boy.

The boy seemed hesitant. Looking up at his big sister for permission. She smiled down at him and with a simple nod, he ran up to the man to snatch the toy out of his hands.

"Yep." Michael uttered. "He the color green so he's different from Thomas. Thomas is the color blue." He began to ramble on about the random facts about the train tv show.

Elena knew he would go on all night if she didn't save Arthur from such torture. She quickly picked up the boy, placing him in her protective arms. Rustling with her keys once again, she was able to get it inside the lock and open the mail box. She continued to talk to the man.

"What do you say Michael?" The boy eyes grew wide before profusely thanking him for giving him his new toy. She was glad to see a smile was spread across Arthurs face. A genuine one too.

Not wanting to really leave but knowing she had to, she bid him farwell and began to walk past the man. He was able to get in between her and the door.

She took a step back. She wasn't frightening, just surprised. "I-i'm sorry. I-i'm really bad at these kinds of things. Y-you're really pretty and I-i was hoping that you would... well I was wondering if you would want to ... maybe... come out and see my comedy show?"

As difficult as it must have been for him to get those words out, Elena couldn't help but think it was extremely cute the way he would get so nervous around her. It made her feel something he didn't even realize she lacked.

Arthur waited patiently for Elenas answer and his excited grew when a smile stretched across her sweet face and she let out a little giggle.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude, it's just been a while since anyone has asked me out. The only time actually." She let out a nervous laugh as she felt like a loser letting herself reveal too much of her innocence. "I didn't know you were a comedian but I would love to come see a show."

She looked down at her purse as she started to push objects around. Finding a piece of paper and a pen, she began writing down numbers. "Here's my number. Just give me a call and let me know when you have a show."

She handed the piece of paper over to Arthur with a shy smile. He whispered ' thank you' as he took the slip from her.

He watched her as she looked at the floor then back up at him, only using her eyes and never moving her head. They stood there for a moment, just taking in everything before Elena broke the silence.

"Well I hope to hear from you Arthur. Have a good night." She whispered sweetly as she walked past him. She slightly brushed against his shoulder while doing so and not ok accident. She couldn't help the undeniable attraction she had towards him but she would just have to wait and see what just exactly the future had in store for the both of them.

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It was the next day. Elena and Michael had gone about their business as usual. Working as a bartender for a few hours before she started to head home after her night shift. Even with all this activity going on, she still couldn't get her mind off Arthur.

She wondered when he would call. In a few hours? A few day?

God i hate waiting. She notioned.

She was completely lost in thought as walked onto the subway train as she made her way to pick up Michael. She was forced out of her thoughts when she saw three men sat at the end of the cart laughing drunkly to eachother. Luckly not paying any attention to her.

What she didn't notice was the footsteps that had been following her since she had left. Arthur had to make sure his perfect girl got home safe. He didn't even have to follow far behind as the girl was lost in her own head and not paying attention to her surroundings.

Arthur took a seat a few rows down from Elena. Just far enough to be out of eyes reach but close enough to keep an eye on her.

He grabbed his journal out and held it up so if she looked in his direction, he would have something to cover his face. He also had a clown mask he stole from work, just in case. He couldn't take any chances.

Elena became lost in her thoughts once again after sitting down in the middle of the train cart. She focused on how blue Arthurs eyes were. They looked like the ocean water. She swear she could just get lost in them.

She continued this thought pattern as the three drunk men started to make their way towards the distracted girl. She only looked up when she felt a hand on her knee.

"Hey baby. What are you doing here all alone?" One of the men spoke. Elena could already smell the liquor coming off his breath. He leaned over the chair as he squeezed he leg.

Out of instinct, Elena pushed the mans hand away. "Get off me."

She could feel her panic starting to rise. She was now surrounded by three men. All who seemed to be wealthy as they were dressed up in expensive clothing for some event.

Arthur panicked as he saw the three men surrounding her. He couldn't forget the horror that laid across her face. Anger brewed inside him just from that alone.

Without even thinking, Arthur jumped into action. Reaching down to his bag and grabbing the clown mask as well as the already loaded gun Randall had given him just days ago.

Arthurs terror, the three men had started grabbing at the defenseless girl. She struggled against them with all her might but still couldn't get out of their hold.

BANG!

The sudden load noise pierced her ears as she thought fire crackers were going off. She struggled again enough for the men to let go over her arms. She immediately put her hands to her ears in an attempt to block them from the loud piercing shots that continued to ring across the train.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Elena squeezed her eyes shut, trying to disappear all together. Her ears rang. She couldnt stop her body from beginning to shake as the shots stopped.

She no longer felt any hands on her. She slowly opened her eyes. Seeing shitty light flickering, smoke coming from one side of the train. She nearly screamed when she looked down to see the three men who had just a few moments ago tried assaulting her now laying on the floor in a pool of their blood. She could see the gunshot wounds scattered across the men's bodies.

Elena began to feel her stomach turn. She couldn't look at it anymore yet she couldn't turn away. Her breathing started to quicken. Not being able to control her breathing. She couldn't even comprehend what she was feeling let alone what had just happened.

Clinking noises turned her attention to the clown with the gun looking wildly at her. To her surprise he didn't move. He just stood there with the gun pointed at the dead men on the floor. They seemed to stare at eachother for what seemed to be an eternity.

Elena tried taking in his feature but she couldn't even remember what she was thinking. Eventually he forced himself to quickly turn around and grab his book bag before darting out the door, leaving Elena in a state of disarray and a pool of blood.

After a few minutes of just trying to focus on her breathing, she was able to get up on her shaky legs and walk outside the train cart doors. Luckily the train hadn't even left the station.

She looked for the man in the clown mask but saw no one. After searching with no success she glanced back into the train cart to see a brown rectangle shape sitting on the seat in one of the rows. She wondered if this was were the clown had sat.

Walking up to the object, she could now see it was a journal. Picking it up she examined its binding before she flipped to the first page, seeing the name of the man responsible for practically saving her life. Arthur Fleck.

#arthur fleck x you #arthur fleck x female reader #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck x y/n #arthur fleck #joker

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