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glassrowboat · 5 months ago

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“you’re not fine, you’re trembling. let me help you, please.” Baizhu ofc. x reader or x whatever ship you feel like for him! Bonus points if he’s receiving this piece of dialogue rather than saying it 🫶

Scales of Time. Michi.

Author's note: I am not proud of this, but I wrote it so THERE. That's what matters! :) I can always write it again when my skills improve anyway.

Michi is she/they

Word count: 4100+

The market was the same as always, bustling even as the crowds were slowing down to a halt as shops started to close down. Vendors, just as always, were in a rush to pack up and head home for the day. Even the one Baizhu had just been visiting as the sign flipped to read closed the very moment he had been handed the exact amount of change.

Coins clinked against each other in his open palm as the vendor wished Baizhu a pleasant evening.

Many a passers-by echoed the sentiment as Baizhu strolled through Chihu Rock, all ranging from how good it was to see Liyue's best doctor out and about instead of being cooped up in the pharmacy to wishing he gets home safe. Many were patients Baizhu found himself smiling at and sharing their sentiments, telling them to rest well, and others were the last few straggling merchants trying to drag a customer in from the hustle and bustle Baizhu was making his way through.

Each step had the paper bag in his hand crinkling, only to sway back and forth like it hadn't just brushed against his leg. A pendulum to Changsheng's ever watching eyes as her head moved back and forth to watch it. No doubt she was already eagerly waiting to get back to Bubu pharmacy to partake in tonight's dinner he had picked up from the South Wharf.

“Patience.” Baizhu chastised.

“You say that, but I'm sure you're hungry too.”

“And I don't recall claiming otherwise.” Baizhu's fingers brushed along her head, scratching at the pearlescent scales even as Changsheng huffed in annoyance as he said: “but you need to wait a little longer.”

Even with his leisurely pace, Baizhu couldn't deny the smell was getting to him to, twisting his stomach.

“Qiqi won't even remember if we were to eat before her.”

“And Gui?” Baizhu asked.

“We could say we got caught up by some people. Or-” Changsheng's intense stare off with the bag finally ended as she looked up at the sky. Overcast clouds blocked out the sun, turning the once brilliant blue sky a dreary gray. “We were simply being cautious of the weather and decided to eat in the meantime.”

“It would be best to get indoors.” Baizhu found himself admitting as he looked up at the sky with a pinched brow.

Her other comment? Well, he could ignore that for now.

Another vendor called out to him, cutting off Changsheng from what she was about to say (no doubt another sassy retort) as they waved their hand in front of Baizhu's face. Umbrellas lined their stand, hanging from every string and piece of bamboo, keeping it together. Though, it still looked unstable as the bars kept the overhead canopy together tilted back and forth with each gentle breeze tickling his hair.

“Doctor Baizhu!” The vendor shouted even with Baizhu standing only two feet away from him. Clearly, Baizhu would have to check this man's hearing the next time he visited the pharmacy. “We're selling if you're interested? It's a buy one get one half off deal.”

Changsheng curled back into his neck from the loud voice as Baizhu shook his head. “No, I'm sure we'll make it back quite alright without one. Besides, I doubt it will rain just yet when the sky has been like this all day.”

From daybreak to now the sun hadn't peaked out once to shine light on a single soul's face. She must be shy today.

But oh, how wrong he was as Baizhu was now stuck under the red stairs lining Feiyun Slope's towering buildings. Some lanterns had already been lit, glowing a soft orange that barely rivaled the gloom of the downpour coming down.

The sounds of drumming came down endlessly as the concrete street quickly became dark and water pooled on the steps Baizhu was hiding under. With a drip, the pool spilled over and fell down onto his neck with a pitter patter.

Changsheng was busy hissing up at the puddle like it personally went out of its way to wrong her as Baizhu sighed at the predicament he found himself in.

The once bustling crowd seemed to disappear without so much a wet footprint once the rain had come down.

“You stranded us.”

“Hardly.” Baizhu breathed out, trying to keep his exasperation from creeping into his voice. “We're merely…taking a short rest. It is a rare occasion for us these days to sit and watch the day go by without having our hands busy. We are simply making up for that now, Changsheng.”

“And dinner's getting cold.”

“And we have a stove at home that could easily warm the food back up.”

She truly was in a mood today complaining about whatever she could. Usually, she would be whispering in Baizhu's ear about the latest gossip. Yesterday, it was about how Ying’er and her fling from Mondstadt were talking about their future together, including marriage. The day before that? Baizhu had been regaled with the entire situation involving Chaoxi and his two timing ways.

All Changsheng's words, of course, not his. A doctor couldn't possibly be caught gossiping about his patients, even if he found the drama entertaining.

Though it was always funny seeing Changsheng acting like an old woman desperate for her next soap opera.

Another drop of water landed on his back, startling Baizhu into standing up straight as can be as his head turned back to look at where the water was dripping down from.

Pitter patter.

“Do you think we can head back and get an umbrella?”

Baizhu replied: “I'm sure they have all been sold out by now.” Especially with how eager the vendor had been when Baizhu was passing by. Surely, they had gone out like hot cakes on a cool fall day.

“So we're stuck.” She groaned.

As soon as Baizhu hummed in confirmation, her eyes were back on the paper bag he sat down on the walk beside him. “Meaning we have no reason not to eat our orders to help pass the time?”

“Changsheng.”

With a grumble of something or another at his warning tone, Changsheng tucked herself back against his neck, settling herself in for what would likely be a long wait if the pounding of the rain was anything to go by.

The cold didn't do anything to help his aches either, slowly creeping in on his knees and elbows like bugs to stray bits of food left out in the open. Mindlessly, he rubbed at them, trying to find something to pass the time.

Pitter patter.

Baizhu was about to open his mouth, try to stir up conversation with Changsheng once again to keep him distracted from the chill in the air and the few lights dancing along the reflecting pools in the street only for his vision to be blocked by bright reds and oranges washing away the gray like the sun finally came out to say a quiet hello.

Shining her rays of warmth as poppies and dragonflies filled the sky.

They were painted on an umbrella, each brush stroke clearly done with as much love and care as the artist could manage as the wings seemed to almost come to life before his eyes that slowly dropped to meet the person holding it. And dropped a little lower as he realized the top of this stranger's head only reached his chin.

Their arm outstretched in an attempt at keeping him and Changsheng dry under their shared cover.

“You know, I may not understand Liyuean culture much, at least not yet, anyway, but I don't think getting caught in the rain is a part of it.”

There was a black painted smile on their face adorned by golden spiked piercings (ironically enough, they were snake bites), as she met his gaze.

For a moment, he was tempted to play along. To claim that: “actually, rain watching is an important tradition here. One we tend to take seriously so it ought to be honored properly,” but the way Changsheng tightened around his neck had Baizhu stopping short; forcing Baizhu to take the stranger in.

They certainly didn't look like she was from Liyue, only making her words about not being familiar with the customs here sink in like a foot in loose sand.

“Are you new to Liyue then, miss?” Baizhu asked.

“Michi. And yeah, I just got in about a…week ago? Something like that.”

Her hand smoothed out her dress, fiddling with it as she tried to wipe off nonexistent dust. It was a pale green color that had Baizhu wondering when his next visit to Chenyu Vale would be just to see the stillwater jade floating atop a pond. Ripples would alway float across the water every time a lily pad dared to move even the slightest bit sending the dragonflies flying off at the slightest disturbance, whooshing past him with little to no care even as they brushed past his cheek.

It was the image of home.

Right before the miasma started to creep in, Baizhu thought as his eyes flicked to her smile.

Pitter patter.

“Baizhu.” He offered in turn.

“Oh, I know.” They waved her hand dismissively. “You're a bit of a celebrity around these parts, or as much of one as a doctor can be….but tell me, do you have a hobby of rain watching, or are you just stuck here?”

Baizhu hummed softly, the timber causing Changsheng to peak out from her spot against his neck she had happily been curled up in. “As beneficial as watching the rain can be for relaxation, I'm afraid to admit I may have…”

“Misjudged the weather?” Michi asked.

Baizhu muttered a quiet yes as he looked back up at the umbrella she was holding above him. The painted bugs were easier to look at than the look Michi was sporting; it was far too obvious she was trying not to outright laugh at him.

“Happens to the best of us.”

With a nod, Baizhu said: “And always at the worst of times.”

“You can say that again.” Changsheng whispered in his ear as Michi took a step towards him and offered her arm out. Like she was expecting Baizhu to simply take it.

“Well, Doc, care to let me escort you out of this poor predicament you found yourself in?”

“Oh, I couldn't possibly-” Baizhu's hand moved from his elbow (the very one he had been massaging at while groaning about the cold) to Michi's arm, trying to encourage her to drop it back down to their side even as his fingers seemed to spark back to life, brushing away the cold like it never existed, as his skin touched hers. “I would hate to make you go out of your way.”

“‘Make me go out of my way’ you say? Maybe I just want to learn more about this pretty doctor I'm hearing everyone talking about.”

Changsheng chuckled in his ear as Baizhu's eyes snapped down to look at Michi as they called him pretty. He could almost hear the comments his companion had for him once the two of them were alone again; something along the lines of ‘trying not to be so obvious when he's flustered lest she need to cover for him again,’ was already playing in his head.

Baizhu's smile strained.

“That's too kind of you, really, but-”

“But?”

“I couldn't possibly bother you, miss, especially after only just meeting you. It certainly would reflect poorly-”

“Okay, we can do this whole back and forth thing for, like, ten minutes or you could just give in and let me walk you home.” Michi’s head cocked ever so slightly to the side, their brown hair tickling over her shoulders. “Unless you want to reenact a cheesy romance scene where it's raining and the two lovers are looking at each other longingly with hearts in their eyes?”

With a hand to her heart, Michi dramatically stated: “You’re not fine, you’re trembling from this pouring rain. Let me help you, please.”

“Are you always like this?” Changsheng asked, as straight to the point as ever.

“Yeah, basically.”

It took a moment for Michi to look back up at Changsheng who was happily wrapped around Baizhu's neck, the realization a snake had just talked slowly but surely settling in, only for them to mutter “this might as well happen.”

Certainly not the worst reaction he's ever seen, especially when she wasn't shrieking at him like the Traveler's little white-haired companion did.

Pitter patter.

“And if I were to turn your offer down, I suppose you will only insist once more?”

“You know it, Doc. But, I can go on about how you can't take care of Liyue if you don't let Liyue take care of you if that convinces you to play along.”

Baizhu hummed softly as he took in Michi’s tone. It was the same one he would use on stubborn patients who insisted there was no need to change their diet: completely no nonsense.

With a “no, that won't be necessary” Baizhu acquiesced. Moving out from the shelter he had no choice but to run to when the rain had started Baizhu ducked under her umbrella, leaving the red stairs and the drops of water constantly adding to the chill running down his back behind.

“Oh, and-” Reaching down, Michi grabbed his bag (and almost hit his face in the process). “Best not to forget this, yeah? Now come along.”

Michi didn't even give Baizhu the chance to take the bag from her as they walked, quickly holding it out of the reach of his outstretched hand.

“You said you only arrived in Liyue Harbor a week ago, then?” Baizhu asked as they strolled through the street, each step met with the soft splash of water that threatened to soak through his shoes.

In turn, her heels clicked against the pavement.

“Yeah, just set up my own stall and all that jazz.” Michi adjusted the umbrella in her grip, raising it a little higher so Baizhu didn't have to duck to fit under it with her. “Though, that's all a little boring in comparison to your talking snake there.”

“It's Changsheng.” The very same talking snake snapped.

“Cool. So, are you like a sock puppet brought to life by a wandering blue fairy with a stick that has a star attached to it? And this next question is totally unrelated, but does your nose grow when you lie?”

Baizhu held back his sigh as Changsheng huffed out a remark.

Puddles filled the street, pointing out every crack and divet that had been ignored in favor of putting the funds for proper care elsewhere. Funneled away while he was left occasionally seeing a child or two tripping over them time and time again even as their parents scolded them for not being cautious of their surroundings. In the end, they would usually be brought by the pharmacy for a quick clean up of their scraped hands and knees before being sent on their merry way.

The little kids would usually turn back once they reached the end of the staircase they were climbing down with a wave and a quick shout of "thank you, Doctor Bai!”

Baizhu's eyes dropped to another crack in the street, one he would have to personally put an order in for it to be addressed as he listened to the two going back and forth. They had been bickering the entire way up to Bubu Pharmacy, having no issue going back and forth making retort after retort that had Baizhu trying to stifle his laughter.

Michi’s comments of how Changsheng was a glorified necklace only stopped when the three of them were under Bubu’s roof standing all together as they were once again shielded from the rain.

Gui smiled at him from behind the counter.

Knowing him, Baizhu would have to explain how he got caught up in the rain only to be saved by a Good Samaritan when they close up the shop.

“Home sweet home.” Changsheng mused as she waved at Gui using the tip of her tail, wagging it back and forth.

“Indeed. It hardly suits either of us to be out here when it's so damp.” Scratching under Changsheng's chin, Baizhu looked over at Michi, placing his bag down on the wooden table in the pharmacy. Her heels left footprints along the floor leading up to where she was as Michi plopped it down. Rather unceremoniously to boot.

“Alright, Doc, it seems your trip has been completed. You even got home all safe and sound.” Michi said in a sing-song voice.

She passed by him quickly, moving back to the patio, shoes already threatening to meet the stairs as Baizhu spoke up.

“I truly must thank you. If it weren't for you, Changsheng and I surely would have been waiting under those stairs until the rain had finally stopped.”

“It's no sweat, really."

Changsheng whispered in Baizhu's ear, telling him how Michi had mumbled “just be sure to give me a five-star rating” under her breath. It certainly proved handy in more ways than one to always have her wrapped around his neck.

“Would you like to stay until the weather clears? I can put on a kettle and make you a cup of tea. It's the least I can do.”

Their heel fell back on the patio as Michi turned around to look at him, umbrella still in hand even as they stood under the beams supporting the green tiled roof of Bubu. Spinning it in her hold, he could see the poppies and dragonflies. A carousel in her hold. Round and round.

Though Baizhu could have sworn a single iridescent wing twitch, if only for a second. He pulled his glasses off, wondering if he might need a new prescription only to be met with a single drop of water sliding down the lenses.

“Chat and tea, huh? My, I might start feeling like a noble lady with such treatment.”

“I don't think a lady would be as snippy as you, miss.”

Michi shrugged, seemingly perfectly unbothered by his jest. “Maybe not in front of a gentleman like you, no, but who are we to say?”

Changsheng shifted against his neck, freeing herself from the cover of his hair to stick her head out towards Michi. Tongue flicking out. “And you need a towel.”

Sliding his glasses back on Baizhu, he could feel the crystal he had hanging off of them brush against his face as he looked back up at Michi. Their left shoulder was clearly sopping wet, her sleeve a hue deeper than the distinct green she wore.

Had she-

“A little water won't kill me.” Michi stated.

“This thing called hypothermia says otherwise.” Changsheng retorted.

“Hypo what now?” At both their looks, Michi added: “I was joking.”

Baizhu looked back at Gui, a silent look shared between the two. That was all it took for him to start moving to get up and grab a towel from the back even as Michi was rolling her eyes at the sight of the fluffy white material.

“I see the pretty doctor prefers it when people respect his wishes.”

She snatched the towel from Gui’s hand, almost startling the man as he took a step back from them. With a quick “you're welcome” at her thank you he was already back in Bubu ruffling through their takeout.

Baizhu could just barely hear Gui say “Oh good, it's still warm,” as he took out the containers and placed them along the table. Honey sesame chicken for Gui, egg drop soup for Baizhu, some cut up meat for Changsheng, and almond tofu for Qiqi. All aligned perfectly.

Odd, for how long he was out there, Baizhu could have sworn the food would have gone cold by now.

“It is my duty to make sure every patient that climbs up those stairs-” the very ones that had him taking a break just to sit down and recover from the strain they put on his body every time Baizhu climbed up them- “is well taken care of. That includes you.”

Michi looked up at him for a moment, only to wink and teasingly add in: “Aren't you charming?”

Baizhu's fingers tapped against his thigh as Michi once again brushed his concern off like it was nothing.

“Michi-” He tried to scold.

“And I have somewhere to be.”

She had an awfully bad habit of cutting him off. Not even Changsheng, with her need to always flex her sharp wit, would jump at every opportunity to stop Baizhu short.

He was about to say something else when Changsheng chimed in. “And what could be so important you have to handle it now?”

“Like I said, I have a shop to attend to, I just moved in so there's plenty of boxes to unpack, and I need to figure out the layout of this city because I can't handle asking that one kid with blue hair and a cheeky smile where I am again.”

Changsheng and Baizhu shared a glance as they both came to the same conclusion about who Michi was talking about.

“Then,” Baizhu said, “at least know the pharmacy is always open to all patients. Even shop owners with a bad habit of letting their tongue fly too freely.”

“Oh, you've been paying attention to my tongue now?”

As they spoke, Michi laid the towel, now slightly damp, over the wooden railing lining the platform Bubu pharmacy had been erected on.

“Kidding. I'm just kidding.” Michi laughed at Baizhu's wide eyes.

“Right…Right…” Baizhu whispered to himself. “I knew that, miss.”

Ignoring Changsheng's ‘sure you did,’ Baizhu looked back at Gui, now accompanied by a purple hat just barely peeking over the table (no doubt it was Qiqi) settling down for dinner.

Baizhu couldn't help the smile on his face at the sight, especially when he already knew Changsheng was aching to join those two and partake in dinner herself.

“Surely waiting for the rain to stop wouldn't hinder you?”

Turning back to Michi, Baizhu was stopped short at the sight of wet prints on the ground right where they had been standing, the towel she had been given before still hanging off the railing, and a dull orange glow out of the corner of his eye. Just like the lanterns that had been lining the street. Barely standing out against the bleak weather, but eye-catching nonetheless.

Looking down Michi had already descended the stairs, standing in the middle of the square like she belonged there with an umbrella held high in the air as rain came down hitting it with a pitter patter before sliding along and falling to the ground.

A pyro vision just barely flashed, swaying back and forth as it hung from a golden thread before poppies and dragonflies blocked it out of his sight again as Michi turned around to offer him a wave goodbye.

Baizhu was waving her goodbye before he could even think about it, half expecting her to call out a thank you despite knowing there was no need to.

With that, he turned back to the two waiting at the table and slid in beside them, already helping plate Qiqi's food.

“There's no need to hide anymore.” Michi scolded as she walked away.

That seemed to be enough to draw her little friend's attention as it whizzed around her, flying like a spark after the loud bang of a firework went off as a dragonfly covered in flames landed on her shoulder.

It didn't even sting as she looked down at the creature snuggled up against her, having long since gotten used to the heat it emitted. Wide eyes seemed to see all, even as smoke clogged its vision.

No longer were the sound of fluttering wings, only the click of her shoes and the endless drumming of the sky. Perhaps the gods were crying somewhere. Weeping.

Filling each crack and divet with their tears that splashed at her ankles as she stepped into a puddle.

Finally, her breathing slowed down, heart settling, and her fidgeting stopped as the umbrella lay still in the palm of her hand.

“What was I supposed to do?” Michi asked the dragonfly, a huff of annoyance in her voice. “Leave him there when that pretty boy looked like a wet cat stuck in a cardboard box? Honestly, it was absolutely pathetic.”

But he smiled at her nonetheless, took her arm, and-

Scoffing at herself, Michi's heel hit the pavement with a heavy click, throwing the thought of the doctor out of her mind with it.

“Come now, we can't afford to be distracted.”

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edelweissbarnes · 2 years ago

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Utter Devotion

DemonPrinceStolas x f!reader

Tw: (gentle)dom vibes, praise kink, heavy smut, shapeshifting, choking kink

It's a long one folks... I just want to try something new...

You took a deep breath before knocking at the great prince rooms' door.

"Come in" you heard his voice saying and with a compose move you make you entry with a tray in your hands.

"Your evening tea, your majesty" you murmur with a soft tone, directing yourself at the low table near the sofa, where the prince is laying.

With a measured gesture you place the tray on the table and perform a small bow.

'mmm..." he sniffs the light aroma from the teapot, closing lighty his glowing ruby eyes "chamomile and lemon balm...my favourite blend..oh y/n dear...thank you...you are always so attentive...my best student" he praises you before sitting down. The feathers on his face are ruffled, as if he is stressed by too many thoughts.

"You look tired my lord...can I do something for you?"you murmur with hesitation in your tone. You're a mere human on the Ars Goetia infernal court, you were chosen for your particular interests in herbs, poisonous plants and stars, sciences under the dominion of the great prince of hell before you.

At your question, the owl demon turns its head towards you, intrigued.

"Any ideas on how to lighten a head full of thoughts, little one?" he murmurs in his calm voice, his tone gentle. Since your arrival at the infernal court, you have been the most curious and capable student in the last 500 years of the great prince's life. Your pleasant appearance was also an added bonus when choosing to confirm your permanent presence at the court.

"You taught me, my lord, that when your head flies too high that is when you must keep your feet firmly planted on the ground," you reply as a small, shy smile adorns your lips.

The prince's ruby eyes watch you, a nod of the head is the only gesture that intimates you to continue.

Nodding you move to the cabinet where you know the prince keeps the ingredients for his herbal lessons, with a confident hand you open the doors and grab a couple of small bottles, a small bowl and a dark jar.

You feel his gaze burning on your back as you mix the carrier oil together with the scented extracts in the small bowl with a steady hand.

Once finished, you turn and approach the prince, kneeling gracefully at his feet, letting the crimson dress you wear surround you,like an ethereal blood halo.

"May I touch you, my lord?" You ask in a whisper.

His gaze has never left you, even now that he has clearly understood what your intentions are.

He chuckles, a soft sound reverberating inside your ribcage, slowly sliding downwards, towards your core, like honey.

"Oh little one...maybe you'll find it easier with this look..." he murmurs, lowering the volume of his voice before changing his appearance to the one he usually uses in the mortal world, the one you first met him with.

His dark hair is pulled back, his alabaster skin stands out, pale as if kissed by the moon while his eyes, icy blue with the irises circled in red, betray his demonic nature.

"Go on..." he whispers with a small smile on his lips while he took off the lace tie he wears around his neck, then unbuttoning the first buttons of his shirt.

At that vision you blush as a wave of arousal pools in your core, causing you to lightly clench your thighs. Carefully you let your hands grasp the silky fabric of his long socks, sliding them down his calves, one leg at a time, until they are bare. Once uncovered, you dip your fingers into the small bowl of oil and perfumed essences, before gently rubbing your hands together, warming the oil before touching his pale skin. You let your fingers press gently but firmly, sliding down from calf to ankle, several times, earning faint moans of relief from the prince, who now leans his head back against the sofa.

You can't help but find it extremely sexy.

"I hope this pleases you, your majesty," you whisper, continuing the massage. You then move from the ankle to the sole of the foot, first caressing the sole entirely with the palm of your hand, then letting your thumb trace a path down its centre from the heel to below the toes.

You see him arches his back and pushing his head back while a low growl escapes his gracious plump lips.

Suddenly he compose himself and his hand grips your chin, obliging you to come closer to him and watch him in the eyes.

"surely you have your ways, little one..." he whispers while his lips graze yours. His smell of rosemary, juniper and amber fills your nostrils and it intertwines with your desire, leaving you dizzy.

"Having you like this, between my legs... in your devious crimson dress... wondering if this pleases me...' he whispers against your jaw. His other hand grabs your wrist bringing your hand to his clothed crotch. You feel how hard he is and you close your eyes, uttering a soft whimper as you surrender yourself completely to him.

"Is my aswer clear enough?..." he asks, his voice deep and devouring.

You let out another soft whimper and you rub meekly his clothed manhood with your fingers.

"May...may I worship you my Lord?" You ask him, pure devotion in your tone.

"So meek and eager to please your master.... such a good girl you are, little one...' he muses as his hand descends on your throat squeezing lightly, slowing your breathing, without any opposition from you. The idea of your complete surrender, of your absolute devotion, ignites the spark of his lust.

"You'll be a pleasurable diversion...but not here..."he murmurs before snapping his fingers and taking you both to his bedroom, he sitting on his bed and you still between his legs.

"Your dress is lovely but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor" he purrs, his hand leaving your throat.

With an elegant move you stand and turn, giving him your back before shoving your long hair to your left shoulder so you can open your dress and let it flow from your body to the floor, revealing a tight laced crimson and black corset and a pair of long black stocking laced with black silk ribbons.

You turn calmly, feeling him exhales abruptly when he notices your bare sex.

"Your every wish is my command, my lord..." you whisper waiting for him to asking you what he want.

"Come here..." he murmurs signalling with his hand to come closer.

You come closer and kneel gracefully in front of him again. This time his hand cups your face and you feel a thin metal collar around your neck before his lips crash on yours. His tongue pushes lightly against your lips gaining entrance into your mouth. You moan into his mouth and without thinking about it your hands go to his thighs, tightening your grip as he devours you without hesitation. He groans in response of your touch and suddenly he broke the kiss, his eyes glowing darkly.

"Take me in this pretty mouth of yours..." he growls.

You let your hands slide up his thighs, until you reach the flap of his trousers, unbuttoning it and releasing his huge erection. You gasp and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Don't worry, little one... I know you can do it," he whispers reassuringly.

You bend down and let your tongue lick the tip and the crown, tasting his flavour. At that contact you feel a flush of heat emanating from his chest and a low growl, as if he wants to spur you on. You then open your mouth as wide as you can, welcoming his member and hollowing your cheeks to suck him as best you can. Your tongue encircles him, teasing the most sensitive and exposed spots. He moans while his hand caress your hair.

"You are taking me so well..." he praises you, panting.

You let him go deeper, touching the back of your throat with the tip of his cock and at his praise you clench your tights trying to control your arousal.

He moans loudly before tightening his grip on your hair as he leaves your mouth, leaning you back so that your mouth is exposed to him.

"Oh Y/n you're making me so proud...i think you may need a reward..." he whispers darkly with a mischievous smirk, his thumb grazing your lower lip. Slowly he encourages you to lay on the bed and he cups your sex and he let his long digits taste your heat.

"I'm going to fuck this little, sexy, needy" he pauses and hums at the obscene squelcing sound of his fingers on your arousal "cunt of yours into oblivion..."he whispers against your ear while you can't stop moaning from his ministration. His fingers are touching one of your most sensitive spots inside you while the other is circling your clit but you stiff as you want to resist the urge of your body to release.

"Don't resist my dear Y/n...you know, when someone grant me the kind of devotion you have for me, it pleases me over everything else to see them thriving in pleasure...and that's exactly what i expect from you tonight...I want to see you come as many times as your heart desires, screaming my name while every fiber of your body tremble in pure ecstasy" he murmurs softly forcing his fingers to claim your orgasm with expert gestures. The sensation of the orgasm coiling into your belly is becoming unbearable and you let go every resistence.

"There you go...now, scream my name...I want everyone in the palace know your pleasure is mine..." he whispers slyly coaxing the orgasm from your body.

"STOLAS!" You scream, closing you eyes and clutching the silken dark sheets in your hands as your body trembles.

"You're beautiful when you come my dear...as expected..." he murmurs, adoration in his voice. He brings his fingers, dripping with your juices, to his mouth, licking and sucking like it was a delicatesse " but your taste is far more sweeter than I imagined..." he whispers subtly before leaning between your legs.

His hands grips your thighs, gently scratching the delicate skin, leaving you open to his mouth to devour you as he pleases. He blows on your overstimulated clit, making you shudder with relief, but shortly afterwards you feel his tongue teasing your folds. You instinctively want to clench your thighs to resist that indulgent stimulation but his firm grip prevents you from resisting, leaving you no choice but to enjoy yourself to the full.

You arch your back and you feel his lips sucking hardly your clit, you moan loudly, thrusting your hips into his mouth and instinctively you bring a hand to his hair, tightening your grip as he devours you.

"Yes...yes, little one....be consumed by the pleasure I can give you...let it go and let your instincts rule you..." he huffs against your swollen sex. His eyes glow red, delighted, as he watches you give in to pleasure again.

"My lord...I'm...I'm cumiiiing..." you whimper and you feel his grip on your thighs tighten, bringing you even closer to his mouth to let him drown in your release.

He licks your dripping cunt voraciously, caressing the exposed skin of your thighs, which he now brings closer to his face. He moans under his breath, moving his lips over the thin sensitive skin close to your heat, sucking slowly before planting his sharp teeth into your soft flesh, marking you until your blood mixes with the sweet taste of your pleasure. He then proceeds with small kisses to the hem of one of your stockings and with an elegant gesture unties the silk bow holding it up, then lets his fingers, followed by his mouth, slide down your leg, to your ankle, freeing you from the garment, then doing the same with the other stocking.

You feel the blood boil in your veins along with a desire you have never felt before.

He sheds the elegant white shirt he is wearing, leaving you to admire the lean physique of his human form. A small tuft of light-coloured hair overshadows his chest and further down, below his navel, a darker stripe points the sinful way to his erect cock. You gasp at the vision and he chuckles darkly.

"What do you want, my dear Y/n?" He asks slyly while he start to grind his erection between your wet folds. Your legs are resting against his chest. His hand caress the brocade fabric of your corset and he let his finger slide mischievously in the space between your boobs then grabbing the hem of the corset to assert his dominance.

"You, my lord...I want you..." you breathe shamelessly.

"Use my name little one...I crave the sweet and adoring way you can say it..." he whispers before snapping his fingers and get rid of your corset, having you completely naked under him as he thrusts inside you.

"FUCK!" you murmur breathless, your eyes widening at his sudden intrusion. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine.

"Language" he scolds you by hitting your exposed clit with a light slap but stopping his movement inside you to give you time to stretch and get used to his size.

"I'm sorry..." you whimper meekly, a couple of tears forming at the edge of your eyes like it's too much to bare.

" if you won't say my name willingly...I'll have to coax it from your sweet and tempting lips my dear Y/n..." he says with a devilish smile on his face as he starts to move inside you. His arm tightens your legs against his chest so that he can reach deep inside you, drawing a hoarse moan from your lips. He teases your sensitive spots but as soon as he notices your approaching orgasm, he slows down, inflaming your desire for release.

"Stolas...please..." you beg him.

"What do you want little one?" He answers you, resuming his torture of excitement and denial.

"Please...please...make me cum...Stolas I beg you..." you murmur your plea with a broken voice.

"As you beg me so kindly, my dear....I cannot not oblige gladly your request" he reply with a grin as he thrusts deeply and finally you feel the wave of the orgasm coiling into your belly and washes over you. You repeat his name like a prayer as you ride your high, shuddering. Hard spasms let your walls clench around his cock. He groans, grabbing your tights as he moves at an erratic pace searching for his release.

"Please Stolas...mark me with your seed..." you beg candidly.

Your words and your blissful expression are his demise: with a low growl he tighten the grip on your tights, leaving on your pale skin bruises, and he came, roughly and copiously.

Panting, he leans slightly towards your face.

"Oh little one...I'm going to have so much fun with you..." he whispers with a devilish smile on his lips as his eyes glow bleakly

#stolas #prince stolas #stolas x reader #ars goetia #demon x reader #demon prince #hot as hell

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the-baschet · 1 year ago

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#24 - Bonus Day! (Her Watchful Embrace)

The air stood still; he might have been choking. Rather than sulking about a blizzard that flickered lampposts and obscured his frame, Mattisaux stood outside, plain as day, in front of his estate. No doubt he was seen, a tall man stalled on the front steps of a home that only received daily visits from one petite caretaker. A woman even blatantly stopped in her tracks at the sight of him standing there facing that particular house. Though soon, it would not matter.

His hand lifted, fist turned back to rap the door when slowly, it fell. He knew it was unlocked. He never came through the front since he left but... he knew. Never had he felt such a nervousness squeeze his stomach. Never did he think he might sweat in his home after the perpetual blanket of snow began.

“Mother? You are here?” The handle gave way as expected, allowing him inside. Of course, she was home. His frail mother, she hardly ever left her walls unless it was a bright, warm enough day as it was in that moment. “Is Charlotte here as well?” Stepping further inside, he peered all around to get his bearings from the sunny outdoors.

“Not right now, dear. But,” his mother, Estée, pressed her novel closed softly over her lap, strict blue eyes wide in pleasant surprise. “What are you doing here now?” As if the light coming from the window behind her was false, she turned around to see the skies were still gently blue and the sun was perfectly shining in the east. A quick unease twisted her back around to stare up at her son who just finished removing his gloves to make for her tea set.

“I wanted... I will put some tea on. You seem to be finished with yours.” In the face of his mother, the man of wanton violence nigh crumbled. He already saw the suspicion in her eyes and his worries were not making it better. “...I have exciting news to share with you.”

Her inner brow pursed upward, concerned for the suddenness of it all. “I thought you were arriving later tonight after the sun had fallen, not in broad daylight.” As if she needed to remind her own son that he was not quite as welcome so plainly here as she might have liked, her pitch rose a few registers. “You know how those nosy, little ladies are around here.”

“That I do. But first, how are you feeling today?” The question was both for small talk but also for a gauge on her health, glancing behind while he fussed with preparing her drink over the stove.

Estée huffed quietly from her nose; she could see how he hesitated and searched for any other topic to distract her. “I am doing quite well today; the weather has been so agreeable with me this sun.” She watched him search for milk and leaves. “Charlotte was here earlier; you must have just missed her and I am certain she would love to see how you are doing. But that aside, I was just finishing this book before you came around and had a thought to go out for another one. I suppose it is good fortune you came when you did... Now, pray, tell me what is it that happened?” A thoughtful alarm gasped her. “Are you and that girl, Reagan... Have you...?”

“No, nothing has happened since the last time you saw either of us.” Mattisaux narrowed his eyes at his mother, unsure and decidedly unwilling to think about what she wanted to say, though it was a thankful distraction to the reason he was there in the first place. Making her tea was no complicated process and he could not pretend to take forever as much as he would have liked, but he did manage to successfully tarry about longer than necessary.

Eventually, he carried one cup of Ishgardian tea for his mother’s enjoyment to the coffee table beside, sitting alongside her over her couch. As he was always raised to look into the eyes of whom he spoke with, he gave her the same respect she expected. “Well, if I am being honest, I am not sure how exactly to say this, however, it was a long time coming.” He cleared his throat. “I have decided to turn myself in for a trial after I finish speaking with you here. I should never have run away like I did and I know that has caused you undue hardship. I only wish to clear my name and ease your burden of having to cover for me.”

She saw the tea but did not touch it. After a light adjustment over the cushions once Mattisaux sat next to her, she stared likewise into his matching blue eyes. A small crease lined between her brow but as he began to explain, shock stiffened her neck. Her mouth opened to speak but found no words at the moment. That was until he placed his warm hands around her chilled ones. “What can I say? How terribly happy I am, Matti... But why now? Why after so long? Did Reagan change your mind? And you do realize what you are doing, yes?”

He wanted to smile, relieved that she expressed her happiness, though the conversation had only begun. “I do realize what I decided but I no longer want to be a stranger in my own home or around you. Not anymore. And you do have the right of it; Reagan did finally convince me after a fair amount of time. She wants to see me in the House of Commons to make a sound difference to these unholy changes made by that bastard child.”

A quiet smile made way to her dark-painted lips. “Peculiar... You? Speaking for our people?” Then she sighed, quickly weighed down by the immediate danger he presented. “They are quick to pardon longstanding heretics these days but for you? You were once one leader of the Temple Knights. I fear they might try to make an example out of you.”

“I know, but whatever they wish to throw at me, I will handle it with our Fury at my side. My time in Eorzea was not entirely wasted on sightseeing and souvenir shopping either. I have gotten even better with the sword and also a small part of magic.”

Estée hummed, thinking for a moment while she stared at her son’s relaxing expression. “That you are so confident, I suppose I ought to be myself. I only worry for you but... I still cannot grasp something. Why? You are all but a heretic in their eyes, leaving so suddenly after war’s end. Others have left in nearly the same fashion but they suffer neither consequence nor trouble.” Her next question quieted some. “...What did you do?”

Mattisaux’s hands mechanically squeezed her delicate ones until she glanced down at them, quickly releasing her. An awkwardness fell over the both of them as he kept his peace for a time. His gaze faltered; he did not have the heart to stare into her eyes while he meagerly confessed. “For one, I am no heretic. I have only killed in the name of the Fury and only to the true harriers out in Coerthas and beyond... My methods, however... Well, most did not take a liking to them.”

She slowly clutched her hands together, pressing them into her lap as her worry grew slightly worse. “And...?”

“And?”

“What else? They do not try people who have been so righteous.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “You are right.” Pausing out of pure reluctance, he gazed down at his squeezing hands, fiddling with his thumbs. “I have slain them, yes, though my methods were rather... uncouth. I frightened people. Gave them unreasonable options, painful alternatives, pressured them to do as I wished no matter the cost. So long as they did as I said without complaint, their lives were mine to play with.”

The tea ran lukewarm; Estée sat there quietly as he clarified something that has been on her mind for a long while. Even after he spoke and silence swiftly took its place, she struggled in finding the right words. “Oh...” Her voice gently cracked, soon clearing her throat for a moment. “And that was why you kept silent when I asked every other time? And why you only told me that you were tired of what they wanted you to do?”

It was not entirely false, though with vague enough words, anything could twist into a truth. Estée, living a longer life Mattisaux had yet to experience, already had an inkling his honesty stopped at a certain point, but she was ill prepared to actually face it, much less did she expect him to profess at all. Even he could scarcely believe what he was saying to her but there was no turning back.

“I... did not want you to know how I was... or how I am. You are so sickly already; I was scared of hurting you more.”

Again, she fell quiet, looking over her son. Nothing but disappointment wrought into her frown and seeped into her tone. “Matti... Were you so ashamed you could not tell me before? Or am I so terrible a mother that you could not confide in me?” Her shoulders sagged with her feelings. “So what if you were cruel to them? And to your men, let that lie in the past. Would you so readily debase them now? Are you not changed?”

The worse her demeanor fell, he mirrored twofold; the instant he saw the lightest sheen glass her eyes, he threw his arms around her shoulders. “I am changed toward them. Gods, Mother, I’m sorry. Please do not cry, Mother. I was ashamed of telling you because I did not want you to be disappointed in me. I know I’m rotten but I didn’t want you to know. I’m sorry...”

“Oh, Matti, I do not care if you are cruel or terrible or rotten to your core. What I see now is a foolish boy filled with a guilt that never had to be.” She rubbed his back in a way he was familiar with, soothing his tears and quieting his sniffs and shakes. “It only pains me that you were never forthright with me. I am not so weak you cannot tell me what bothers you. I love you, Matti. I always have and I forever will.”

Mattisaux could not speak for some time; he lost a hold of himself and scrambled for solid ground. Though, for what it was worth, his mother continued to do her job until he was well enough to sit up properly and reach a hand to wipe away at his face. “Matti, you were always so soft where it mattered, just be truthful with me when I ask you something. Or if it is too hard for you, say you will tell me later, alright?”

All he could think to do was nod with his head down, occasionally glancing up to see her face until he remembered something. “Ah... I wanted Reagan to stay here with you until I return. I was worried how you might be doing during it and I already ask so much of Charlotte as is.”

“I assure you I will be fine but I would never refuse the company. Not hers, at least.” She offered him a smile, a soft one to cheer him up as he merely stared with his mouth slightly ajar. He never quite returned the gesture but the sullen look over his face did lighten somewhat.

“Alright, thank you, Mother. Truly. I am not sure how long it will take but I will try to end it as quickly as I am able.”

It was her turn to wrap her arms around his shoulders, squeezing as tight as she could muster. “I know you will, my little dear. Now, will you stay here a little while? I have a story to tell you about your father which might shed some light on you.”

#Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIV #ffxivwrite2023 #Mattisaux Baschet #Ishgardian #Elezen #Writing #Much much longer than I thought this would be #And I know it would be longer still if I spent more than this small time on it #Might brush it up later

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aena-blue · 2 years ago

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Manifestation - Wonderful Things are Happening

Hello everyone! This is another short post to cover a simple topic under the umbrella term manifestation to hopefully shed some light on the topic.

So today I wanted to share a quick little technique that has been getting increasingly popular, and for good reasons! This is a variation of Neville Goddard’s classical “Isn’t it wonderful” technique.

So it’s as simple as this: Get comfy, relax, bring forth pleasant feelings, you can use music (instrumental preferred) if that helps, (I personally like soft gentle piano music), and in that nice cozy feel good moment, simply affirm: “Something wonderful is happening for me today” or any variation of it. Say it a few times, again, with that lovely feeling you’ve brought forward, and you will soon be amazed of the many wonderful things that pop up for you, possibly even on the same day!

I love this technique for a number of reasons:

1. It’s easy and doesn’t require you to focus on any particular desire, taking away some of the pressure on manifesting

2. It feels good, and feeling good is always nice!

3. The wonderful things come in so fast, I have found for myself (so far) that they are usually ‘small’ things, but they feel amazing nonetheless

4. Bonus, one of the things I have found is that I just generally feel better in myself from using this affirmation, I feel more calm, relaxed and essentially have managed to drop all worry about my ‘bigger’ manifestation goals

So in conclusion, try it! And if you do, please check back and let me know how it worked for you. I’d love to hear more stories from everyone regarding their manifestation journey. As always, also happy to answer any questions or requests for a post.

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twisted-fanboy · 3 years ago

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His Hoodie

|Hello everyone who sees this. I hope you enjoy and have a pleasant day or night.

Azul, Kalim, Riddle(Separate) x a Tall Male Reader.

The scenario: The reader is out in the town with his small crush. It was a rather colder day. His travel companion hadn't prepared for the weather. He figured now would be the perfect time to get his crush to wear his clothes. The reader is a student that isn't the MC and this takes place after chapter 4 but no spoilers will be mentioned.

Warnings: None|

Azul:

Azul had wanted to go get somethings in town. He got prior authorization from Crowley. He decided to bring (Y/N) from Scarabia. He wasn't too familiar with being on land. The twins were both preoccupied by something else. Having a tall person that he may or may not have feelings for wasn't a bonus or anything. He was trying to convince himself it was just for his help at the lounge. (Y/N) had always offered a hand.

They were supposed to meet at the mirror. He was dressed in a short blue button up. Terrestrial clothes were troublesome He had a few that weren't his uniforms or ceremonial robes. He was surprised when he saw his companion. He saw (Y/N) dressed up in a light blue hoodie. The color was familiar for some reason. His shirt under the hoodie seemed nice. It was a a long sleeved shirt that looked to be duel colored. Though who could really say from the quick glance he did. Azul wasn't checking the other out.

"Hey Azul. Sorry it took me a bit longer than expected to get here. I had to answer some questions from my dorm leader. I hope you weren't waiting too long." (Y/N) said with a smile. He was super happy Azul invited him. He worked at the Monstro Lounge to get closer to the Octavinelle Dorm leader. Azul gave a smile back. "I had just gotten here actually. Shall we get going?" He answered.

Little did Azul's companion know that he arrived 30 minutes prior to what was agreed up. Another 5 minutes due the Scarabia Student's tardiness. He figured that Jamil was the one who freed (Y/N) of questioning. He made a note to do something for the other later. They stepped through the mirror.

The two walked through the streets together making small talk. (Y/N) looked over at Azul. The smaller of the two seemed cold. (Y/N) found it a bit odd. Azul was from the colder part of the Coral Sea. He wondered if being in a human form affected the smaller male. Without a word he stopped walking confusing the other.

It was a cold day and the Scarabia student wouldn't be able to forgive himself if his crush got a cold. He grabbed the hem of the hoodie and pulled it up and off his head. He was unaware of the eyes watching him. Azul was watching the taller male in confusion. He blushed when the hoodie was pulled off cause some of his companion's midriff showed. "Pardon me but what exactly are you doing Angelfish?" Azul quickly cleared his throat at the slip of the nickname he gave the other secretly.

Azul moved a hand to try and hide his fluster. "You're shivering so I'm giving you my hoodie. Also Angelfish? That's cute do you call your partner that?" (Y/N) answered. The end of his sentence seemed bitter. He would definitely be jealous of whomever had managed to win over the other's heart before he was given a chance. He convinced the twins to decline Azul's request to join him on this outing when he over heard them talking about it. He hoped the smaller male would pick him. He was chosen so the favor he owed the twins was worth it. Though now he heard the name Angelfish and now thinks Azul is in a relationship. He was a bit irritated but didn't let it show.

Azul looked surprised. Was the other trying to get something out of him? Should he play off his little slip of the tongue? Azul's mind raced with thoughts. He was snapped out of it when he felt something pushed into his hands. He looked at the hoodie and back at the taller male. Azul noticed his mood changed from earlier to a bit sour. "You don't have to wear it if your partner will get upset. However it's warm and you're welcome to keep it for a bit." (Y/N) mumbled avoiding looking at Azul.

"I am actually single. Thank you for lending me your hoodie. I will return it in a timely matter" Azul quickly stated. He had no idea what came over him but for some reason he didn't want the other thinking he was in a relationship. He was denying the reason in his heart. It was simply a rumor he didn't wish to start. He composed himself quickly. He put the hoodie on. "Why don't we finish this little trip?" He said.

Azul noticed the immediate change in the other's attitude. He seemed less bitter and more excited. When they returned to campus They parted ways. He hadn't realized he still had (Y/N)'s hoodie until he was back in Octavinelle. "Oya it seems like your date with (Y/N) went well Azul." Jade said with a grin. "Azul and (Y/N) are finally got together!" Floyd cheered. "What are you two talking about?" Azul demanded with his cheeks slightly pink.

Jade gave a giggle and a grin. "For someone as intelligent as you Azul you're quite dense." He started. "He asked us to lie to you in hopes you'd ask him to go instead. That's also his favorite hoodie. Jade tell him the reason!" Floyd teased with a wide grin. "I think it would be more fun to give him a hint and have him figure it out. Look at the color in a mirror." Jade said with a smirk.

Azul was getting frustrated with the teasing. He pulled out his phone and opened the camera. His eyes widened when he realized what they were talking about. The hoodie matched his eye color perfectly. He got a message from the Scarabia student. 'I had fun today Azul. I'm glad you asked me to accompany you. Sorry the twins were both too busy to join you. I had fun and we should do it again. My hoodie also looked good on you. Feel free to keep it for a bit.' Azul's face became red and his heart raced. He didn't respond for awhile too lost in his own head.

Kalim:

Jamil didn't wish to go out with Kalim. He was fine with it so he went to the person who became his best friend. "Hey (Y/N)!" He called out running full speed towards the Octavinelle student. He threw his arms around the taller male. They both stumbled a bit when Kalim collied with him. "Hey Kalim. What do I owe the visit?" He asked with a smile.

Kalim looked up still hugging his waist. It made the taller male's heart race. "I wanna go to the town to visit a new store that just opened up. I don't think my father would be very happy if I went alone. Jamil doesn't want to go with me. Would you accompany me?" He asked with pleading eyes. (Y/N) agreed without hesitation. It was nearly impossible for him to say no to his crush. Just one look from those ruby colored eyes and he was putty in the other's hand.

"Let's go get permission from Headmaster Crowley and change into some clothes that aren't our uniform." He responded. He patted the dorm leader's head. He was well aware Kalim would never know about his crush unless he told the other straight up. The taller male was ok with that fact. He pulled out his phone to inform Jamil about this plan. He hoped to give the other a small break from having to worry about Kalim.

Though (Y/N) would follow along with most of Kalim's plans so long as they weren't dangerous. They both got the outing approved. The two split paths and went to get ready. Kalim was excited to be able to go out with (Y/N). He loved the taller male quite a bit. His plan to spend alone time with the other was put on pause. Jamil decided to tag along. Something about if the two being a bad combo.

Jamil had a bad feeling about the two being together. He may not be in the same situation. Though with Kalim's impulsive behaviors and how love sick (Y/N) was that was just a spell for trouble. Jamil was good friends with (Y/N) but didn't want anything happening to the two. So he told Kalim he wanted to go look at some stuff.

Kalim showed up to the mirror with a pout. Jamil was following behind with his arms crossed. The Octavinelle student saw the two and waved. He was dressed in a white hoodie and a red undershirt. "Hey you two. Are you ready to go?" He greeted with a smile. The three set out. Kalim had insisted on buying most of the stuff that the taller males looked at. He wanted his to best friends to be happy. The two had to tell the smallest they didn't need anything else.

When the three made it back to campus Kalim still wanted to hang out with the Octavinelle student. He wasn't sure how though. "Hey (Y/N), Kalim has been wanting to take a magic carpet ride I wish to retire for the night but you should go with him." Jamil mentioned. He saw the two perk up. He was just really tired of their pinning. Jamil as done with their obliviousness for one day. He walked away not waiting for their answers.

Both students left felt indebted toward Jamil. They were definitely going to plan a way to thank them. "I'd love to go on a magic carpet ride if you wouldn't mind." (Y/N) said with a smile and a blush. That was all Kalim needed to grab the taller male's hand and start running. "Come on let's go!" Kalim said running to Scarabia.

The two where about to set out on the ride when (Y/N) notice Kalim rub his arms seeming cold. "Kalim would you like to borrow my hoodie? You seem cold." He asked. Kalim looked surprised. As much as he would love to wear his crushes jacket he would hate to make the other cold. "I couldn't possibly. You'd get cold!" Kalim protested. He watched the other give a laugh before taking off the hoodie and putting it on the other. "Your smile will keep me warm enough." He said with a smile.

Kalim felt the warmth immediately it was also a bonus that the hoodie smelled nice. Then he realized what the other said and smiled brightly. "I'll smile the entire time to keep you warm." He said with determination. "You know I really like you Kalim. You're too cute." The Octavinelle student said with a dark blush and a racing heart. The carpet ride was so romantic when parting Kalim did something unexpected. He had the taller male lean down and kissed his cheek. "We should hang out more often (Y/N)!" He said with a wide grin. That action would definitely prevent the other from getting much rest for that night. He owed Jamil a lot.

Riddle:

Riddle has been asked by a Scarabia student that he might or might not have feelings for on what he thinks might be a date. Riddle was trying to think if it was just a hang out or a date. He decided to go get a second opinion from Trey. He walked over towards his friend. "Trey might I borrow you for a second?" Riddle asked shyly.

"Of course what is going on Riddle is everything ok?" Trey responded standing up. Riddle pulled out his phone out and showed the messages from (Y/N). 'Hey Riddle I just found out about a café that opened up in town recently. I'd really love to go with you. I got everything approved if you'd join me.' Trey read through the message. He saw that Riddle had responded with a yes. "You could ask him if it's a date. It's not like it will break any of the queen's rules." He suggested. Riddle was unaware of five people listening in.

Riddle sat there for a second before shaking his head no. That would be far too embarrassing. It made Trey laugh a little. "Well you should get ready it's almost time you agreed to meet up with him. There are several rules about tardiness." He said with a slightly smug grin. He knew his childhood had dug his own grave now he has to go. Riddle checked the weather. He word a button up and a cardigan. He arrived at the meeting spot at the same time as his crush.

(Y/N) was wearing a grey hoodie with a red shirt underneath. He gave a smile. Riddle got a bit nervous due to his earlier thoughts and worries. "Um (Y/N) I have a quick question. So earlier it was brought to my attention that you may have been asking me on a date. Is this true?" Riddle asked shyly. His face became a deep shade of red. "I was intending it to be but if you don't want it to be we can just hang out." The taller male responded with a soft tone.

The Scarabia student didn't want to make the redhead panic. He liked Riddle so much that he even learned so many of the queen of hearts rules so he didn't break them. The rules were mostly nonsense but Riddle likes rules and structure. It was a small amount of his time anyways. He looked worried when Riddle seemed to be malfunctioning for a second.

Riddle cleared his throat. "A date is just fine. Shall we go?" He said with pseudo confidence. His dark blush gave him away. The two headed out to the new café. The two had a wonderful time. Though it was colder than the forecast had said. Riddle was shivering a bit. (Y/N) took his hoodie off and gave it to Riddle. It was cute how large the hoodie was on the red head. "Feel free to keep my hoodie for awhile it looks good on you.

They were walking past a flower shop. (Y/N) had asked Riddle to wait outside for a second. The tall male ran inside and got a small bouquet of roses. He gave it to Riddle with a smile. He pulled one out and placed in Riddle's hair. He was far too cute.

There was a flash. The two looked and saw Ace, Cater, Deuce, Grim and the Ramshackle Prefect. Both of their faces went dark red. "Off with your head" Was heard very loudly. They were all in for a scolding of a life time. The date had ended and they returned to campus. "Riddle we should do thing again." (Y/N) said kissing his forehead before going to his dorm. "No I didn't a picture of the cutest moment!" Cater whined.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x male reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #kalim x reader #kalim al asim #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts

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dragonmuse · 2 years ago

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See what you did there with the inability to be heard when mentioning Faith... we've yet to see Mainverse Stede receive that knowledge... These waiting rooms have been a delight tonight! Thank you! Has me craving more from each individual 'verse. <3 If your list isn't long enough, yet, I've realized, too, with the recent Feels Like & May Be Bad, that we've not seen Faith discussed/introduced for Feels Like, yet... Or Bottle of Red... This is a slippery slope once you start! XD

(oooh let's do Pete finding out about Faith! I love that Feels like has been this slow growing favorite. A very pleasant counterbalance to I May Be Bad)

Pete had never much minded waiting. He liked to think of himself as a man of action, but he knew deep down that his real strength was in endurance. He could hold steady and firm as long as he needed to and that mattered too. It had done him a great service in securing Izzy’s attention and ultimately, his affections. Pete had found that very worth waiting for, as Izzy cracked open, spilling a surprisingly generous spirit and willingness every which way.

So Pete had never pushed about the ring Izzy wore around his neck. It was a pretty little thing, and Pete often watched it when Izzy was on top of him, the way it would catch the light as they swayed together. He knew that Izzy clung to it like a talisman, especially in sleep, but Izzy held him just as tightly, so it was hard to be jealous of it.

He waited and eventually the right time presented itself. They had both just said goodbye to Lucius, who lingered in the doorway, returning to kiss them both once or twice before departing. It was only the third time they’d had him over and the newness of it was still delicious, but not as nerve-wracking as the first time. Izzy was moving slowly, for him, some of his usual energy bled away to make room for relaxation.

They were on the couch, half-dressed and the remains of breakfast scattered around them. Izzy was bare-chested and Pete took a moment to appreciate him before saying,

“Can I ask you something?”

“Why are you asking if you can ask?” Izzy glanced away from his phone to him.

“Cause I want your attention and also I’m not sure you’ll like the question.”

The phone lowered, “What?”

“The ring,” he gestured to his own neck to indicate it. It was currently nestled in bountiful dark chest hair, glittering like a target. “Who’s was it?”

Izzy touched it absently. “Why are you asking now?”

“Always wondered. Just figured you might be in a good enough mood to tell me.”

“Clever.” Izzy’s compliments often sounded like accusations. “Taking advantage?”

“I don’t get the higher ground very often. Give me this one.”

“....fine,” Izzy sighed and to Pete’s surprise, came closer, so their shoulders were pressed together. Invited, Pete dropped an arm around his shoulders. “Her name was Faith.”

“Faith,” Pete repeated, committing it to memory.

“She was...she was my girlfriend, I guess. Fiance. Briefly. The ring wasn’t an engagement ring, just a promise, but I intended to make good on it.”

“Of course you did,” Pete nodded. “You don’t make half-assed promises.”

“What’s the point of doing it if you’re not going to see it through?”

“Don’t look at me, I’m on your side here. When did you guys meet?”

“We were fifteen. She picked me out. Wanted someone to make bullies back off and her parents to as a bonus. I was good for that back then. Angry all the time and I had a reputation.”

“Yeah?” Pete could picture that. Izzy, even smaller than he was now, and pumped full of teenage hormones must’ve been a force to be reckoned with.

“Yeah. Got called a lot of things, but not many of them to my face, let’s put it that way. Faith liked that. She asked me to take her out. Fuck, she was so clever.”

“What’d she look like?”

“Red hair, the kind that’s really orange, not red. On the small side. Frail. Big blue eyes. I don’t know. She was beautiful to me.”

Pete was building a picture in his mind, already getting fond of this girl. He knew what it was to pick Izzy out and fix on him for a lot of reasons.

“Okay, so what? You started going out at fifteen?”

“Went on dates and everything. Got close. Really close. I ran with some guys back then, but I didn’t have friends. Not really. Bet you did in high school.”

“Not so much,” Pete admitted. “A few buddies, but...dunno. Didn’t really have a best friend until I met John and that wasn’t until I was past thirty.”

“Huh,” Izzy glanced at him. “Really?”

“Yeah, Iz, really.”

“...huh,” he said again and Pete had to hide a smile against Izzy’s shoulder.

“I’m only the friendly one compared to you,” he pointed out.

“Fuck off,” Izzy growled even as he moved in even closer. Pete glanced a kiss off his cheek.

“Okay, so you and Faith get close. Eventually get engaged.”

“Yeah, we were together all the time. We were gonna get out, you know? She was...she could’ve gone to a good college. Gotten money even.”

“....this ends really sad, doesn’t it?” Pete had known that. You didn’t wear someone else’s ring around your neck and cling to it like a lifeline when the person who wore it had just moved to France or something. But this was less abstract now. He could hear the grief, practically taste it in the air.

“She was only seventeen,” Izzy said miserably. “Where’s the goddamn fairness in that?”

“There isn’t,” Pete rubbed his arm a little. “I’m sorry.”

“She’s been gone longer than she was alive. If it had been me instead-”

“No. That’s a dark road,” Pete dropped his voice, low and soothing. “And now how it went down. You lived. You made it here. Hope it’s not a bad place to be.”

“It’s good,” Izzy agreed. “Does it...should I not wear it?”

“Hell no. You wear it until you’re buried with it if you want,” Pete said, squeezing his arm a little. “You loved her. Think it’s good to honor that.”

“You don’t wear your dad’s anymore.”

“I was worried I’d leave it in the dressing room or something. I take it off too much. But it’s safe.” Ready for the day it would be repurposed the way his father wanted it to be anyway. “It’s different for you. The necklace was clever.”

“Told you she was small, couldn’t even get it on my pinky,” he tapped the ring.

“Tell me something else about her.”

“Why?”

“I like people you like, and there’s not a lot of them,” Pete settled a little, got comfortable.

“I don’t remember-”

“Aw, don’t lie. You’ve got a memory like a....do elephants actually have good memories or is that one of those sayings?”

“Dunno. Think they do,” Izzy considered. “Don’t they mourn their dead or something?”

“We’ll look it up later,” he decided. “Or ask Lucius, he always knows things like that. Anyway, just one story.”

“We used to play hooky sometimes,” the words came slowly. It wasn’t a unique story and Izzy wasn’t really much of a storyteller, but two kids knocking around a city that Pete had claimed as his home had its own charm.

Years later, Lucius would hear these stories too and he’d dig a little and produce the little photo. To Pete’s surprise, the girl he had conjured up in his imagination wasn’t far off from the real thing. By then, he’d met Delly too and wheedled out a few pictures of a younger, somehow impossibly, grumpier Izzy. It wasn’t hard to picture the two of them slipping around the edges of louder, bigger people. A shadowy pair clinging to the edges, determined to survive.

“Sorry,” he told the picture when Lucius left it with him to go get his drawing supplies. “You should be here, I think. But I’m taking good care of him.”

There was only silence, of course, but Pete didn’t mind. He preferred the dead where they belonged. Just seemed polite to acknowledge them sometimes. Just in case.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #feels just like i'm falling for the first time #pete black #izzy hands #faith callahan

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telomeke-bbs · 2 years ago

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Get To Know Your BL Mutuals

tagged by @dribs-and-drabbles

Simple, answer the questions. @ some people. Include the tag 'g2ky BL mutuals 2022' on your post so we can find everyone's answers!

What has been the BL that took you by surprise this year?

KINNPORSCHE mostly (and I've listed one more as a surprise bonus...)

Yes, I'm aware it's arguably not even a BL, but I went into it thinking it was BL-ish and came out the other side (of every episode, and also the whole thing) with a guilty smile and brows furrowed going to myself "What in hell even was that?" which I think pretty much sums up the whole experience.

In some ways it never lived up to the (second, post-Filmania) trailer and in some ways it surpassed it. Which is also the KinnPorsche formula of simultaneously giving you so much more than you expected and letting you down at the same time.

I had high hopes for this one, when it came out of the blue and whacked me upside the back of my head with its theme song that encapsulated the series so well and mindblowing action sequences popping off everywhere. And when I was down with COVID earlier this year I had an essay all ready to complete when the names, imagery and set elements together seemed to point to underlying themes drawing from Thai, Hindu-Buddhist and Chinese mythological traditions (with warring nagas, fiery phoenixes and powerful water dragons).

But a few episodes in, it became clear that none of those ideas, firmly embedded in the early writing, were ever going to go anywhere. Sadly, it looks like they were sacrificed for juicier, baser denominators geared for mass market appeal instead.

So yes, KP took me by surprise (not in a totally good way); it was wanting in so many aspects. (For example – as astutely pointed out by @miscellar – where are the women? When they do appear, more often than not they steal the show – e.g., Erika my beloved gun librarian, also the beautiful assassin who tries to off Kinn at the costume soirée, and Porsche's mom as well. But they exist just to further the male leads' storylines, and so KP fails the Bechdel test miserably.) Still, I learnt to leave my expectations by the door and appreciate KinnPorsche for its own madcap, inconsistent merits, whenever they poked their heads out of the torrent of sensory overload. And a lot of the acting was good, even with the first-timers, which is more than can be said for some of the stuff coming out of GMMTV.

My brow is still furrowed, and my smile is still guilty, but at least KP makes me smile.

OK, a side shout-out also to another drama that was a pleasant surprise instead – and that was Heartstopper. Not Asian, not strictly BL either, but oh so well done. 😍 (More on this later.)

What has been the BL that you felt a bit disappointed with this year?

VICE VERSA and THE ECLIPSE

It's the curse of Bad Buddy – little else is going to measure up. I still haven't finished Vice Versa or The Eclipse for this reason I suspect. Both felt a little off to me – Vice Versa was playing it too light while The Eclipse went all dark and heavy (and then started to plod) and I just wasn't ready. It's not that I think they're bad – I'd just rather be rewatching BBS. 🤷‍♂️

I may go back to them again (I should for The Eclipse because it's *important*) but I don't know when.

I didn't put KinnPorsche down here because KP doesn't do things by half-measures – so when it disappointed me, I wasn't just "a bit disappointed", it was roaring disappointment. But that then got drowned out by the bits I did enjoy so much as well. SMH here 🤦‍♂️

What has been your favourite BL this year?

BAD BUDDY!!! OK, also gotta mention HEARTSTOPPER and OLD FASHION CUPCAKE

This whole blog of mine is about Bad Buddy, so I'm not writing up any more about it here, except to say that it's powerful, intelligent, socially aware but also always kind at heart. 😍

Heartstopper was a genuinely excellent all-rounder, but with a gay romance at its heart so I'm calling it a BL. Radiating with positivity, I just know it's doing good in the world (especially for anyone growing into their LGBTQ+ identity).

It doesn't have to be all doom and gloom on the journey to finding your fullest, authentic self, and Heartstopper shows that the path we tread can hold life-affirming moments too, even as it shines its light on the darker corners of the road that takes us there.

Old Fashion Cupcake wasn't on my radar at first but it was everything you want (OK, that I want) a classic BL to be – gentle, sweet and heartfelt with just a touch of pining and angst.

Solid performances from the leads and a masterful restraint with the writing. Plus desserts everywhere, which is also a comment on expectations heaped on masculinity in Japanese culture.

So it still managed to be gently subversive in its messaging if you could get past the fluffy, sweet frosting on the surface. Such delicacy and intelligence in the way it was edited down to the bare, spare essentials, just enough to satisfy the hunger it elicited, but that still managed to deliver moments that somehow also felt sumptuous and indulgent too.

It's a cliché, but that there's just something about OFC, like a meticulously-crafted kaiseki, that feels so very Japanese in its essence. And you can't help but feel blessed and honored (and cleansed) for having partaken of it.

Favourite BL couples (not just of 2022)?

PAT & PRAN, KUROSAWA & ADACHI, MAX & TUL, plus a few more...

PatPran from Bad Buddy of course make my list, and Kurodachi from Cherry Magic too. And the OG BL couple MaxTul! The rest aren't really sticking out too strongly in my mind. 🤷‍♂️

OK I did like Lovely Writer's Gene and Nubsib, and oddly enough also their "straight" side couple Tiffy and Tum (especially when I found out that the beautiful Zorzo is apparently queer IRL):

And I did like Ohm and Singto in He's Coming to Me, but now after BBS that feels a little dated and... adulterous? 😂

Just for spice, I should add that I have some pretty strong non-canon ships in my head involving KinnPorsche's Daddy Chan (the chief bodyguard, played by Peter Knight) and Gun Theerapanyakul (Vegas' dad, played by Ex Piya Vimuktayon), and also Pran's dad (A Passin Reungwoot) in Bad Buddy. 😜

If you had to suggest a BL for someone what would it be?

Bad Buddy tops the list, but would also put forward He's Coming to Me, Old Fashion Cupcake, and Tale of a Thousand Stars. All solid, strong dramas that can pretty much stand on their own and be appreciated in their own right, without needing you to lean too much into the BL genre. Maybe Together with Me, out of loyalty to MaxTul, though the girlfriend/villain is a bit triggering for me. I do like bestie Yihwa though, and she balances out Plern Pleng somewhat.

What's your non-BL favourite for this year?

Ah, that would be 55:15 NEVER TOO LATE. Good performances from both generations, interesting premise and themes tackled.

One proviso though: the BBS curse struck again and I have yet to finish this! (Yes I'm aware it's about as old as Bad Buddy.) I hope it finishes strong. (Would take a lot to screw it up.)

So to move this forward, tagging a few of my favorite fellow bloggers on Tumblr: @miscellar, @jemmo, @narcissusneverknewme, @theheightofdishonor, @7nessasaryevils, @faillen, @non-binarypal7, @lovelyghostv, @monamay.

Apologies if I've left anyone out (all followers are precious, so feel free to join if you wish). Apologies also if I've tagged anyone already tagged previously but these were the first names that came to mind. 💖

#g2ky BL mutuals 2022

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anika-ann · 4 years ago

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Words Whispered in the Dark

Type: Modern-college-professor AU - part of Attached series or a standalone

Pairing: professor!Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 6250🙈

Summary: There are things, intimate desires, which people simply don’t want to talk about out loud. Since you prefer writing those down, it applies twice as much.

Steve supports your writing – but what he’d think about your newest story… well, you’re not sure you wanted to know.

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, bondage, oral (M rec), consensual sensory deprivation, praise kink & body worship, ‘babygirl’, fingering, dom/sub undertones & implied age gap & professor-student dynamic & cumplay if you squint, language ---- (let me know if I missed any…why is the list so long wtf)

A/N: Can be read as a standalone. Part of the Attached ‘verse with professor!Steve.

A/N: For Siri’s 5K Soft Dark Challenge. Congratulations to the rightfully earned milestone ❤️ Thank you for hosting the challenge and kindly including even soft fics (even though I feel like my soft got lost in translation a bit).

Prompt: “Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.” - bold in the text, pls don’t @ me for the way I used it.

Stepping back into your and Steve’s shared bedroom and study room in one, you froze on spot, heart leaping to your throat.

You were lucky you didn’t drop your coffee and snack upon the sight of him, your fingers gripping the items tighter in surprise instead. But fuck, was it a close call.

Because few minutes ago, you moved to the kitchen to grab some refreshments for your brain. Relaxed air had settled over your tiny but loving household on a late Sunday morning; Steve was chilling on the bed, while you sat by your desk, laptop in your lap as your fingers danced over the keyboard, putting into words your latest… uhm, story. It was going great too and being able to steal glances at your gorgeous fiancé and muse in one person was a pleasant bonus.

Steve was, as sheepish as it sometimes made you, well-acquainted with your passion for writing, even rooting for you in his fully-supportive partner mode at all times. He read a few things of yours, both dirty and sweet ones, and he seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself. You weren’t hiding things from him, never had to; and damn, did it feel good for both of you.

So technically, you knew there was a chance you’d find him behind your desk, eyes skimming over your words since you left the computer opened, just like the document, but… well.

Nothing could prepare you for the sight on him actually doing it, shoulders tense, Adam’s apple bobbing, breathing shaky as his chest kept rising and falling irregularly.

Your own breath hitched at the sight, face feeling like set aflame, pulse hammering in your temples.

Oh no. Oh shit. This wasn’t happening--

Truth was, you really had no problem sharing your stories with Steve. But this one… well, fuck. You were so fucking screwed.

“Oh---oh honey,” you stuttered, the endearment you rarely used tasting foreign on your tongue. That was how out of it you were upon realizing what was happening here.

Steve was reading it. Steve was reading that thing. That shameless, entirely dubious thing that--- this was bad. Bad, bad, bad, really fucking bad—he hadn’t run for the hills before, no matter how filthy your stories got, but now he certainly would.

Steve’s head snapped to you at instant, cheeks flushed, eyes wide as he was caught red-handed.

“You- uh, you weren’t supposed to… see that,” you stuttered awkwardly, still unable to move an inch.

Maybe you should run for the hills just so you wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath?

He didn’t react apart from spinning in the chair to face you, throat working again as his gaze trailed up and down your figure clad in a simple shirt and shorts, fluffy socks to keep your feet warm. Despite your plain outfit, his gaze burned with intensity and dare to say hunger, enough to stir heat in your belly.

Realizing this might be the last time you’d ever see him (okay, that was a bit of an exaggeration, maybe, but better safe than sorry), you let yourself to take him in as well, again, even if you knew every line of his body, every detail. The cut of his jaw, tendons in his throat tense as well as his shoulders, long fingers griping the armrests, legs slightly parted, accenting the unmistakable growing bulge between them.

Your heart skipped a startled and excited beat. Oh. Well. At least he liked what he read, you supposed, even if all bells in your head were ringing it alarm, because… that. That kind of story would be a little too much for him, you had thought.

Was it?

“Come here,” he whispered, voice hoarse as if he had just woken up, the same voice that caressed your ear as he rutted into you, in the lazy loving which so perfectly fit a morning like this.

Willing your feet to move, teeth sunk into your lower lip, your fluffy socks padded almost soundlessly against the floor as you obeyed his request.

He gestured for you to rid yourself of the items in your hands; once again, you obliged.

The second your hands were free, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you in for a dirty kiss, fingers sinking into your hair to keep you exactly where he wanted you. Sighing in relief, you relaxed into his affection and he wasted no time licking into your mouth, his free hand gripping onto your shirt (his shirt) to drag you into his lap.

A hazardous position in an office chair, one might think. But you had a lot of practice with your favourite professor.

Sliding lower in the seat and pulling you up, Steve positioned you to his liking, drawing an appreciative hum from you as his erection rubbed deliciously against your core. You felt him smile into the kiss at the little sound you made, his fingers digging into your flesh in order to press you into him further, rutting against your quickly dampening centre.

Okay, who were you kidding. You had been writing down your filthy fantasy, you were already soaked, Steve’s movements and apparent enthusiasm just adding to the heat. A whine escaped your lips when he withdrew a fraction, giving you a chance to breathe, hand slipping under your shorts to fondle your lower cheek.

“Well, I did see it, sweetheart,” Steve said lowly, a little too short of breath for the teasing to work in his favour. Still, your stomach twisted in anticipation of what was to follow. “And I want it.”

Your eyes snapped open, your lips parting in awe, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You met his eyes, dark pupils having almost swallowed the blue of his irises, gaze intent to prove his point. Fuck. You could come right now if he kept you sitting exactly as you were and watching you like that.

It was one thing to see him react to your fantasy laid bare for him to see – voluntarily or not – but him admitting it out loud, well that was just a whole new fucking level.

Now the idea of that actually being doable was planted in our brain and your core clenched at the wistful image you had painted with your words.

It took you another minute of staring at each other to realize what exactly he was saying without explicitly voicing it.

“Wait, right now?” you blurted out breathlessly, a single nod and a kiss to the corner of your mouth your only answer.

Fuck. Shit. Okay.

“A-alright. Let’s do this then,” you stuttered, as thrilled as nervous.

You didn’t expect that – but you weren’t one to let the opportunity pass. You framed Steve’s face with your palms, his beard rough against your skin, and pressed your lips to his in a hurried kiss, eager to get him where you needed him before he changed his mind. Last grind of your hips, swallowing his content hum, you climbed from his lap to search for something that would hold.

“Bed. Now.”

Your fingers were shaking a bit under his intent gaze as they slipped under his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Steve was sitting on the bed now, legs parted enough for you to stand between them, watching our every move. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to the way he was looking at you – so tender, with longing and yet with such lust.

It lit your nerves on fire in the worst and best ways and that was alright with you, as long as you’d get to keep him.

He smiled at you softly, a little quirk to his eyebrow when he caught you staring and not springing into action just yet.

“What is it, babygirl?”

His hands trailing up your waist made it harder to answer.

You sighed, feeling your earlier confidence wavering. “You’re just so fucking pretty, it’s unreal.”

His lips curled up in a smirk, but the light in his eyes gave away just how much the compliment meant for him. He pulled you closer, a breathy kiss landing on your clothed stomach.

“That coming from you… could look at you all day, you must already know that,” he murmured to your shirt, sending a sparkle of courage up your chest.

You ruffled his hair and pushed him away with a chuckle, mirroring his previous smirk.

“Well, you won’t, not this time,” you sing-sang cheekily, stepping over his thigh to kneel on the bed behind him, hearing his breath catch, his hand brushing your thigh as you danced out of his reach.

Placing the scarf over his forehead first, you felt your insides twist in anticipation, fingertips tingling. God, you were really doing this.

“You ready, Professor Rogers?” you hummed to his ear, marvelling at the effect the title had on him, always, as his hands clenched into fists on his thighs.

“When you say it like that, babygirl? Yes, I am,” he grumbled, causing you to bit down on your lip.

Making sure you didn’t tie the knot too tight nor too loose, you moved the fabric so it would cover his eyes.

“Good?”

“Uh-huh,” was his wordless answer as you let your hands slid to his bare shoulders.

Steve was undoubtedly a specimen. He was every male-attracted person’s wet dream and you were the one getting your hands on him. You thanked heaven and hell for it every day. The barely visible lines of his abs, toned chest… but Christ, it was his back that would be your downfall.

Allowing your hands to wander, your fingertips traced the hard lines of his deltoids, a featherlight touch making him shudder and your mouth to actually salivate. Dropping a kiss between his shoulder blades, you scooted closer so you were literally breathing down his neck, palms sprawled over his triceps, caressing his thick biceps, down his forearms and over his fists and all the way back up.

It was almost like a beginning of a massage, you supposed, but no one could blame you if you were enjoying the sensation on your palms a little too much. You didn’t get the opportunity to appreciate Steve’s physique like this often enough. So you indulged yourself a few more times, applying more pressure, dropping a kiss to the crook of his neck every once in a while. He winced at the accidental scrape of your nails up his forearm, causing you to halt in your movements.

“You still good?” you questioned quietly, genuinely worried for a second. You realized he had barely made a sound so far.

“You could say that, yeah,” he choked out you felt your lips curl up into a smile. Stealing a glance over his shoulder, you took notice of the unmistakable hard outline on his sweatpants and gleefully resumed your movements, nibbling on his shoulder before soothing the skin with a gentle lick. “Babygirl…”

“Yeah?”

“You know what. Don’t test me,” he warned, only making you smile wider.

“Or what?”

He turned his head to side despite not being able to see you, giving you a perfect view of how tense was his jaw. Oh, you could imagine the stern look he wanted to scold you with.

“Or you’re not gonna like what’s to come when I put my hands on you,” he threatened, sighing exasperatedly when you replied with a barely audible ‘promise?’.

“In all seriousness though… what if you… uhm, couldn’t?” you asked reluctantly, not keen on sharing what you wanted… but wanting it really badly. You were sensing a pattern within yourself, seriously.

“I don’t follow--- oh,” escaped him soundlessly as your fingers attempted to wrap around his wrists and squeezed to give him a hint. “I don’t know about that, I mean-“

You felt your hear sink in disappointment, but you tried not to let it show, wondering how to try to convince him one more time. Sure, if it was a no-no, then you wouldn’t force him, he never forced you into anything either and this was about your mutual pleasure, but… now, having him partially at your mercy, the idea nudged insistently on your mind and the image of him with his hands tied above his head while you could do anything you pleased… you might have been soaking the shorts and the sheets at that.

“We don’t have to, Steve,” you assured him kindly, hundred percent honest despite planning on playing dirty. Your hands moved to his abdomen, caressing their way up his chest, accidently brushing over his left nipple, your lips moving to his ear. “But I’d be so good to you…”

“Babygirl,” he whispered, out of breath as your hand wandered down his happy trail, slipping just under the hem of his sweats, the fingers of your other hand moving to the neglected nipple, this time shamelessly toying with it.

“I’d be such a good girl for you, Professor Rogers,” you promised, keeping the smile off your voice when you heard him gulp, his cock visibly twitching. “I’d be really, really nice. Don’t you want that, Professor?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay-“

“Good choice,” you said approvingly, dropping a kiss to his cheek, making him groan and probably regret his decision already. You stood up, quickly looking for something you could use. “Just so you know, I think this is where the same rule applies,” you noted matter-of-factly. “You don’t like something I do, you want me to stop at any point, you tell me. I really want this to be good for you, Steve. So. What’s the word?”

From the front, you could see the blush that spread over his chest, causing you to bite your lip and nearly stumble over your feet. Good lord, Steve blindfolded, all flushed and waiting for you on the bed so you could do your worst--- now that was a sight to behold.

“Uhm… Waterloo?”

You bit your cheek so you wouldn’t laugh at his choice. It was cute and ridiculous... but also kinda hot, because well, Steve’s brains were just another turn-on for you. Of course he would choose something like that. Professor Steven Grant Rogers, history buff, certified hot nerd, the sweetest man to ever walk the Earth.

You pressed your lips together to prevent yourself from smiling too wide. You didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like he could see you.

“Okay. Waterloo it is,” you said, swiftly moving to the closet when another idea popped in your head.

Slipping into a new outfit before heading back, you were rather satisfied with yourself as you grabbed the two ties you found prior. Not that it would actually hold him – it was about the idea.

“You’re taking a bit long, babygirl…”

“And? You mind?” you teased him, stopping to stand in front of him. “Have some… pressing issues?”

“Keep it up, babygirl, see what happens once this is over,” he bit back, only making you chuckle at the perfect pass.

“I think there’s something else that’s up--- sorry, sorry,“ you mumbled when his hand landed blindly on your thigh.

His brows furrowed when he felt the difference.

“You changed.”

“Uh-huh.”

His hand trailed up curiously, right under your miniskirt and you let him… just until air got stuck in his throat upon finding you with nothing but the generous amount of slick covering your core.

“Fuck-“

“Nope,” you replied cheekily, even if the flicker of his finger caused you to shudder, his touch like liquid fire at this point.

Fuck, you wanted him. You wanted him right now and you wanted him to take you in every way he wanted… but the idea of him at your mercy was appealing enough for you to control yourself.

You grasped his wrist and shoved it away; he allowed it, but not without whining pitifully.

“Lie down, Steve, please. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“You better,” he grunted, unwillingly moving up the bed, obediently spreading out on the sheets and letting you guide his arms up as you climbed over him and tied his wrists together.

“Not too tight?”

He shook his head, a smirk crossing over his lips. You rolled your eyes at the double meaning, but you guessed it served you right.

Oh, but would you wipe that smirk off…

Securing the knot, you shifted to be face to face with him, lips hovering just above his mouth, breathing the same air and hoping to begin the sweet torture.

You had to admire his patience; despite definitely noticing your positions, Steve didn’t move an inch. It was up to you then – and the premise sent another thrill through your veins. Oh, you’d break him in the most delicious ways.

As soon as you erased the distance, his lips sunk into yours hungrily, wet and soft in the contrast to his beard, the sensation you adored, having you squirming above him until you remembered again that you were the one in control.

You kissed him with vigour, licking into his mouth, one hand still where his were joined, the other pressing against his chest. Your tongue met his, revelling at his taste and at another of his tries to dominate the kiss, to set things as they usually were. But as much as you loved it when he took charge… not today.

Parting abruptly, his lips following on instinct, you couldn’t but grin to yourself. Kissed his fingertips, you lingered at the one still glistening with your juices. You took it to your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and sucking lightly, feeling Steve’s heart speed up under your palm like crazy.

When you lightly grazed the skin with your teeth, his groan and the way his hips thrusted upward was the best reward you could get.

Kissing a trail down his arm – because goddammit you loved his arms – you hummed to yourself contentedly whenever you could feel the slightest shift of his body under yours and greedy for more contact, you allowed yourself to put most of your weight fully on him.

The choked sound it elicited from him startled you at first – until you realized that with your skirt hiked up, you weren’t the only one enjoying the skin-on-skin contact, your slick coating Steve’s lower stomach just above his sweats. Hopefully it was giving him ideas – it was certainly was to you.

Rustle of fabric, ragged breaths, occasional smacking noise when you moved up or left a small hickey on his shoulder and above his collarbone. Your fingers toyed gently with his nipples as you kissed his sternum before replacing your hands with your mouth once more, sucking, drawing a quiet whimper from him.

Fuck couldn’t get enough of the noises he was making. The pretty breathless moans of your name, the curses slipping from his lips… it was like music, but on a desperately low volume.

“What is it you always tell me?” you teased, lamely covering for the fact that your own arousal was nearly uncontainable. Shit, you loved how sensitive his nipples were… how much more sensitive he must have been now, no visual, laser focused on every touch instead? You wanted more… so much more. “Don’t hold these pretty sounds from me?”

Steve gritted his teeth at the remark, but as soon as you positioned your heat directly over his hard length and rolled your hips, he sang for you beautifully.

“Shit, sweetheart-“

The rush of confidence, the feeling of power was almost overwhelming – the image of him, lips parted in mute pleasure, certainly was. You were a little too close to climbing your own peak a little too quickly to your liking.

Sitting up straight, you undulated your hips few times, hands tracing patterns over Steve’s rapidly rising chest and abs. Much to his obvious dislike, you all too soon slid lower, your mouth making its way down his abdomen and then you finally, finally rid him of his sweatpants and boxers in one go.

His cock sprang free, hard and red at the tip, leaking just enough to cause your mouth to water and your thighs to rub together to give yourself some of the friction you craved so much.

Hands planted on his hips, you kissed along his hip bones and the apex of his thighs, taking your sweet time exploring everything you could – except for where you suspected he wanted you the most. You had to grin for yourself when you cupped his balls, causing him to hiss in relief, the muscles of his abdomen and legs clenching beautifully.

“Talk to me, Steve,” you hummed as you replaced your hand with your tongue, licking a stripe towards his base.

“Christ- don’t stop--“

“Eloquent as always, Professor,” you retreated, causing him to let out a growly sound you never heard before and had your core tingle, cunt feeling awfully empty.

Christ was right, alright. Seeing his chest heaving, fingers twitching as if he wanted nothing but to tug at your hair to keep you there and stuff your mouth full of his cock--- if you didn’t get some soon, you might actually combust.

So you put your mouth back to work on his sack again, fingers barely curling around the base of his cock, giving a first experimental stroke before you squeezed a bit tighter – and then swiftly moved away, his hips following on instinct in, craving more.

“For fuck’s --- how did I ever think you were sweet and nice?” he complained huskily, impatience lacing his voice.

You chuckled, but heard him out, leaving his balls in order to give more attention to his impressive and possibly painfully hard length.

“Beats me,” you retorted, hands busy with gentle strokes to his shaft. “I mean, we literally got together thanks to you finding out I wrote about sucking and riding your dick right in your office, Professor Rogers.”

“You little-“

His protests died in his throat, features twisting in wordless pleasure when you finally wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, delivering a few kitten licks to the tip. His taste exploded on your tongue, eliciting a content hum which he certainly felt too, because a jerk of his hips pushed him deeper to your mouth.

Slowly swallowing as much as you could without having him hit the back of your throat, you curled your hand tighter around the base and started bobbing your head.

A string of breathless profanities left his mouth whenever you squeezed, only getting filthier when you hollowed your cheeks. It was all encouragement you needed to take him deeper, giving him a taste of heaven as his tip brushed the back of your throat.

“Babygirl, fuck, fuck, yeah--- just like that…”

Your own arousal became unbearable, a surge of hot need squeezing your insides at Steve’s praise. Slipping a hand under your skirt, you sighed in relief when your fingers caressed your lower lips, hips bucking forward in desperate need of more.

Your predicament was impossible to solve – you wanted him inside you already, so badly, but fuck the picture Steve made, even if blurry as tears prickled your eyes whenever he hit the back of your throat, was just too divine.

Lips crimson with how he kept biting at them to keep at least a little quiet, hair sticking to his forehead, muscles drawn tight like strings as he kept clenching them both unwittingly and consciously in hope to get you where he wanted you and the fresh taste of him whenever you did something he particularly liked--- you simply had to feast your eyes on him. And he couldn’t do the same… or take charge for that matter.

So fucking pretty like this.

And you were the only one seeing him like that, tied up, helpless against the assault on his senses sans vision. He gave himself up to you like that, willingly. The thought warmed you up inside out, enough to drive you nearly as crazy as if you were in his place.

Wasting no time with preparation you didn’t need, you pushed two fingers into your core at once, whimpering around Steve’s cock when you did. Your whole body relaxed, the pent-up desire easing a little and yet burning hotter. You pumped your fingers slowly, the sensation so blissful you had to remind yourself to keep working on Steve too.

Still, your actions didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you—are you touching yourself, babygirl?” he whispered, tongue peeking out to wet his lips.

It took you a second to swallow the baseless embarrassment and literally swallow, causing Steve to let out a moan so wrecked and pretty you felt your pussy clamp around your fingers.

Hoping your words would come out less shy than you felt when saying them, you released Steve’s length with a wet pop to tease him some more.

“Yeah, I am…. Why? You want a taste?” you asked sweetly, clearing your throat that suddenly felt so empty.

The guttural moan that erupted in Steve’s chest was music to your ears, his cock twitching and glistening with fresh beads of precum a sight to behold.

“Yeah, babygirl… give it to me,” he choked out and the genuine desire in his voice was like a punch to your solar plexus. Your walls clenched around your fingers, the familiar coil in your abdomen tightening.

Swallowing a pitiful sigh at the loss, you stretched over the warm length of Steve’s body, gulping when his own parted in invitation.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Reluctantly, you let the fingers sticky with your juices brush over Steve’s lips, gasping when his tongue instantly slid out to lick at the essence eagerly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Fuck, always so sweet, babygirl…” he muttered, your breath stuck in your throat when his mouth blindly chased after your fingers before you could withdraw your hand.

“Oh my god-“ you choked out, mesmerized, your pussy clamping around nothing.

He sucked greedily, the image alone causing your hips to rut against his, your clit catching against his rock-hard shaft. Your eyes fluttered close in bliss, stars exploding behind your eyelids.

Unwittingly, you worked your hips faster, riding Steve’s thick cock even without having him inside. The friction, the soaked fabric of your skirt brushing against your clit, the sensation of Steve’s tongue lapping at your fingers as if he had his mouth on your pussy instead--- you felt the coil in your belly snap, the world turning white before you knew how.

You came with a broken cry, blissed out and shocked at the sudden release, but riding your pleasure out on instinct.

Grazing your fingers with his teeth as he let go, Steve spoke words so filthy our head spun.

“That’s it, babygirl. Fuck. Look how little my girl needed to come all over my cock. Using me so shamelessly. You must have really wanted it, didn’t you…” he said, voice hoarse with a tint of smugness as you came back from your high, the dirty talk only already riling you up again.

You had no idea what just happened, but you had a feeling Steve immensely enjoyed it as he somehow got the upper hand on you despite being the one tied up.

For someone who was supposed to have all blood out of his brain and have it in his dick instead, he was way too smug… but you’d reverse it again. He had no idea what was about to hit him.

Stealing a kiss to taste ourself on his tongue, your fingers went to remove the blindfold.

Your professor was, in certain aspects, still just a simple guy – he liked a good visual. It was silly of you to rid him of it in the first place, no matter how much fun you had with it.

Steve blinked in surprise, squinting against the sudden light, while you slipped out of your bralette, leaving you in nothing but your very schoolgirl-like mini skirt. You smiled at him sweetly, kissing his mouth once more, thumb softly brushing his lips as you towered over him, nearly giving him a view of what was under the fabric.

“I always want you,” you whispered with a smile, your hand cupping your breast, gently tweaking your nipple, his gaze following the movement as his fingers twitched. You bit the inside of your cheek, hand slowly trailing down. “Want you to touch me, everywhere. Always so wet and ready for you…”

Dark eyes watched you as you slipped your fingers under the waist of the skirt, a tiny mewl escaping you when the pad of your fingers bumped into your clit.

You would have felt stupid trying to give him a show after you came after almost nothing, but the warning growl of your name once again assured you that unsexy was the last thing that came to Steve’s mind when looking at you. It warmed both your belly and your heart. You almost felt regretful for a moment that you were still keeping him hanging, neglecting his no doubt aching cock, but he thought he had the upper hand here.

He was wrong.

“Always thinking of you… even when I’m alone, always thinking about your fingers, stretching me so good, about you fucking me, so hard till I’m screaming your name,” you continued in hushed voice, revelling at how tight his jaw set, eyes narrowed, breathing once again picking up.

“Babygirl—”

“Oops, sorry,” you chipped, pecking his lips as you withdrew your hand, quickly drawing a trail of kisses down his chest and abdomen, unable to resist a lick here and there where the line of his muscles looked particularly tasty. “Just thought you’d like to see my mouth on you. You like to watch, Professor Rogers, no?”

He never got a chance to answer as you guided him to your mouth again, holding his gaze as he indeed watched, eyebrows furrowing, each breath hitching, soon chanting your name. You caressed his balls as well, tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his length, your other hand firmly around his base.

You were the first to avert his gaze as your eyes fluttered close so you could fully focus on your task, relaxing your throat.

“Babygirl--- fuck me-- I’m gonna-“

You eased up a bit, earning a frustrated growl, the corners of your lips rising a bit as you imagined the ugly glare he must have shot you.

Thinking about it, closing your eyes was a mistake.

You never saw it coming as a hand suddenly sunk into your hair, yanking you up face to face with him, alarmed eyes staring into black ones as his pupils nearly swallowed all the blue or his irises.

He had slipped out of the poorly tied bonds, clearly fed up with your shenanigans.

Ah-oh, sounded in the back of your mind.

Another part of you didn’t fail to notice that despite the swift movement and calling an end to your games, Steve’s fingers were careful not to pull too harshly, making sure he was cradling your head safely. Same when he rolled you over, trapping you under the hard lines of muscle you had been tasting a moment ago, protective cage of his arms around your head.

If you weren’t so startled, you would have swooned.

You never got the chance, because any possible sound was muffled by his mouth crashing into yours, hand slipping from your nape to your throat to keep you in place with a wordless warning, hips pressed to yours just in case you would want to escape.

You would never. Even if you had a hunch Steve was about to ruin you in a way that would have you feel it for days.

Having enough of your mouth for the moment, giving you a chance to gasp for air, he stared at you smugly, one corner of his perfectly red lips raised in a smirk.

“Wicked little thing, aren’t you?” he grunted, thumb caressing the hollow of your throat softly, causing you to gulp.

You summoned your best innocent look, doe-like eyes that usually worked. “S-sorry?”

A flicker of a smile as he forced his knee between your thighs, instantly pressing against your still sensitive core.

“I don’t think you are, babygirl,” he huffed, nosing the crook of your neck, biting down sharper than you expected, a yelp erupting from your throat. He soothed in with the pad of his thumb, smiling wide, something soft in his eyes when he looked at you again. You were so fucking baffled at what that meant. ”That perfect filthy mind of yours… and you still get a bit shy, huh?”

“W-what?”

“You know what I think, babygirl?” he whispered intimately, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “I think that you left the document opened on purpose.”

Your rapidly beating heart stopped in your chest, wind knocked out of you completely.

Fuck.

You were so busted.

Steve had read you like a book wide open--- because of course he did.

Yes, there had been a great part of you who wished for him to see it, hoping in this exact outcome; there had been an equally great part dreading what he would think about you. Writing the story down, you were thinking a bit more with your pussy than your brain though, so you decided to leave it for Steve to read. If he went for it, maybe you’d get something from it. If he didn’t, you’d move on. No harm no fool, right?

Right. No.

Now he did know and saw right through your little trick. And damn, did he look proud of himself for figuring it out. You were in so much trouble.

Somehow, you were as horrified as excited.

Steve chuckled as you swallowed against your suddenly dry throat, eyes no doubt wide as saucers.

“Oh, you did. Too shy to ask for it, leaving that to me instead. My sneaky, needy girl,” he muttered, fondness and humour with a dark lilt in his voice.

“I—I didn’t know how-“ you stuttered, feeling your face burning in embarrassment at his tone, just a smidge patronizing.

You averted his gaze, a vain attempt really, knowing he wouldn’t let you. Slipping two fingers under your chin, he guided you to face him again.

“Didn’t know how… hmm… so you thought you’d play me? That’s really naughty, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry… Professor Rogers,” you added quickly in hopes to mollify him, indeed earning a sweet kiss.

“Oh, it’s okay, babygirl. You know why?” he tested you and you could only shake your head lightly, guessing at best what kind of revenge awaited you. “Because you’re my good girl and you’ll let me settle the score. I’ll play with you now. It’s only fair, no?”

Oh fuck, here it came.

For a brief second, his lust-filled eyes appeared startingly clear and sober, boring into yours with a serious question.

It’s only fair, no? he had said.

It’s alright with you if the roles reverse, right? was what he was truly asking, checking, always checking if you were okay, just like you had been checking with him.

Because sex was fun, but only if all parties were on board.

Because Steve was sweet, considerate, soft and loving and he was everything you ever looked for in a man and more. You trusted him. You always did and you trusted him now – he would make you feel so so good. It was never really a question.

“Y—yes, it is.”

“Good girl,” he praised you, causing your core to weep. And he knew it, oh did he know and shamelessly used it against you... a little payback to all the professor you’d been throwing around. “Close your eyes.”

And you did. The blindfold came first, then hands, his fingers skimming over your forearms teasingly, feather-light touch on your sensitive skin, before he finally brought them up and tied them together.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

No, you were absolutely not ready, but your body was buzzing with desire again at that point, so you breathed a soft yes. And maybe, just maybe… no matter how you had enjoyed driving him crazy, cheeky and full of feeling of power, this felt like home. Because you trusted him – and so you gave yourself to him wholly.

He hummed in contentment as you confirmed, causing you shiver as he nosed the skin under your ear. “Good. Because I’m going to wreck you for that little stunt of yours.”

His words tickled the sensitive skin and shit, okay, your nerve endings were tingling, the sensation amplified tenfold with your eyes covered. Steve really was going to wreck you.

Mouth moving to your breast, he took the nipple in his mouth, shifting so the head of his cock nudged at your weeping opening, pushing just a bit with a promise of a delicious stretch, almost, almost there.

“Please,” was all you managed to breathe out, growing impatient, hissing when gave a playful bite to the underside of your breast, sending a surge of arousal through your veins. You back arched, a mewl escaping your when Steve moved his hips away completely, denying you.

“And you’re gonna take it, aren’t you?” he muttered to your skin, lips trailing lower and lower, warm and soft, beard leaving behind a delicious burn.

“Y- yes.”

“Good girl. And what else are you going to do? Tell me,” he encouraged you, large palms pushing your thighs apart so he could fit the insanely broad shoulders between them.

Mind foggy with need, senses overwhelmed, you still had enough wits to understand what he wanted to hear.

“Thank you,” you breathed out.

“Damn straight.” His words were a damp hot blow of air against your mound, causing your hips to jolt as if your body was begging to be taken apart by him already – blissfully aware of how he would put it back together again.

And with an inevitable scratch to your lower lips and a kitten lick to your swollen bud for starters, Steve did.

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I sincerely apologize for twisting the prompt and not even being able to write a soft enough fic the one time I’m supposed to.

But I hope you enjoyed anyway. I mean, if you made it to the end…

Thank you for reading :-*

Your Anika I’m-Not-a-Smut-Writer Ann

P.S. Fic loosely relates to one of the reblogs of this series: “You know one good thing about being an erotic writer is - you don’t have to talk about your embarrassing kinks. You want to tie your boyfriend up? You just email him a story about it 'subtly’ hinting at it.” Close enough?

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l0vew0rm · 3 years ago

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dance with me ( eula lawrence )

synopsis: fate has a funny way of granting your wishes when you least expect it—like a dance with the infamous reconnaissance captain of the knights of favonius. pairing: eula lawrence x gn!reader word count: 1.9k warnings: alcohol consumption inspired by: dance with me by beabadoobee

a/n: just a small piece i’ve been meaning to write for my beloved main. <3 i’ve loved eula ever since getting her by chance and i’m glad i finally got to write something for her. (bonus: this fic is loosely connected to my previous work wine so if you manage to catch the small reference i’ve written in you’re cool and i love you)

the knights of favonius had decided to host a banquet and an accompanying ball to celebrate the arrival of a diplomatic delegation from fontaine, and unsurprisingly, eula was nowhere to be found.

“i have no time for such frivolous affairs,” was the spindrift knight’s sharp and honest reply to your question of whether or not she would be in attendance. “and besides, seeing as my reputation has a habit of preceding me, i’m quite sure the acting grand master would be content to send me off elsewhere where i can’t sully the good name of the knights by simply being there.”

while you weren’t necessarily surprised at her response, it still didn’t make it any less disappointing for you to hear it, nor was it any less disappointing for her to not be there among the crowd of knights and diplomats you’d been surrounded with all night. despite this, you tried your best not to let it get to you, even if your mind did occasionally linger towards the thought of the spindrift knight, among other things.

shaking your head, you try to distract yourself by surveying your surroundings. glancing upwards, you’re met with the brilliant light of two golden chandeliers that hang from the ceiling, warmly radiating a bright yet soft glow that accentuates the elegant attire that your fellow attendants are currently wearing. at the opposite end of the banquet hall is a string quartet seated atop a small stage, providing mellow background music to the abundance of excited chatter being exchanged between knights and diplomats alike. in the back of your mind, you’re very briefly reminded of all the fairytales you used to read as a child of grand balls filled with beautiful princes and princesses, but your thoughts quickly dissipate the moment you feel your shoulder be tapped and a familiar voice hum low in your ear.

“good evening, sir kaeya,” you greet the blue-haired cavalry captain with a smile and a raise of your goblet. “i trust you’ve been having a good time tonight?”

kaeya playfully tsks at you. “how many times must i tell you that we’re well past the need for such formalities?” he grins, though he returns your gesture by raising his goblet of wine—which you note is practically filled to the brim to the point of overflowing—at you. “though to answer your question, yes, i have been having a lovely time indeed.”

“that’s good to hear.”

the two of you start exchanging chit-chat, and continue to do so for some time. kaeya’s halfway through telling you about his curious encounter with a drunk lieutenant earlier in the evening when he pauses at the sound of the string quartet beginning to transition into a waltz. it only takes one shared glance between the two of you before the captain graciously extends a hand to you with a smile on his face.

“care to dance?”

you smile back at him, and take his hand. “i’d love to.”

after placing your goblets elsewhere, the two of you proceed to the center of the banquet hall, taking each other’s hands and beginning to dance to the music of the string quartet. everything should have seemed perfect—the atmosphere was merry, the crowd was lively, and you and kaeya were dancing gracefully across the room like a pair of professional ballroom dancers. but despite all that was happening around you, something just…

“is there something bothering you?”

you blink up at kaeya, his star-shaped pupil looking upon you with concern. “pardon?”

“i apologize, since i know it’s rude to assume,” kaeya begins, but the sudden shift to a shit-eating grin on his face tells you he isn’t one bit sorry for what he’s about to say next, “but you’ve seemed pretty preoccupied all night.”

“it’s nothing, i just—”

“you miss the reconnaissance captain, don’t you?”

kaeya’s grin only grows wider at the sudden flush that overtakes your face. “i knew it.” the cavalry captain watches you try and stammer up excuses, but after a minute of nothing but gibberish escaping your mouth you decide it’s better to give up and give in. “i wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t attending tonight, but i… i wanted her to. i wanted…”

“you wanted her to dance with you?”

“as if she’d ever dance with some amateur like me,” you try and joke, but it falls flat with the weight of your somber tone.

“you’d be surprised to know how eager she is to do so, actually,” kaeya nearly fails to suppress his laughter at the sight of your eyes widening to the size of saucers at his remark. “eager in her own vengeful little way, of course.”

“and how do you know that?”

“i just do.”

you’re just about to start going off on a tirade before the sound of the cathedral bell rudely interrupts you—that, and the suspicious smile that lights kaeya’s face hearing it.

“ah, just in time,” he says, and you quirk a distrustful brow at him. “what? don’t you know what time it is?”

“no?”

“why, if i recall correctly, the reconnaissance captain and her scouts should be back from their mission at around this time. i could be wrong, but seeing as i was in charge of having personally arranged the mission in question…”

“and what do you mean to accomplish by telling me this?”

“that’s up for you to decide.”

the music comes to a stop. kaeya gently lifts your hand to kiss it goodbye. “farewell. i hope you have a pleasant rest of the evening.”

“kaeya, what—”

with a playful smile and a wink, kaeya walks away, leaving you and disappearing into the crowd.

after downing a few more goblets of wine to quell the growing unease in your chest, you decide to call it quits for the night.

outside, the streets are quiet, almost eerily so, with not a single sound to be heard except for the evening breeze whistling a bitingly cold tune. you express your gratitude towards the few passersby you encounter by waving politely at them—at least, to the best of your ability considering your slightly tipsy state.

you continue onwards with your walk to nowhere until you find yourself at the plaza. you wander over to one of the many stone benches in the area and take a seat, sighing in relief at your legs finally being able to catch a break from all the stairs you had just climbed. the warm glow of the street lights surrounding you, lovely as they are, are dim; so dim, in fact, that you fail to notice the sight of a shadow approaching you from the corner of your eye.

“and here i thought you were above some dimwitted drunkard too inebriated to care about their safety being exposed out in the open. hmph. to think i taught you to be better than this.”

you nearly fall over in shock at the familiar voice that interrupts the slow slurring of your thoughts. “eula?”

“who else would it be?” the spindrift knight huffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she draws nearer to you. you pray to barbatos that she assumes the flush on your cheeks is from the wine and not the fact your heart is threatening to beat out of your chest at the sight of her.

“but really, just what are you doing out here by yourself so late at night? aren’t you supposed to be attending that banquet over at the goth grand hotel? gods, i practically made a fool out of myself barging in there unannounced just to look for you! and the fact you had the audacity to worry me when i couldn’t find you… mark my words, i’ll make sure to—”

“you… looked for me?”

“what? just what kind of question is that? did you think that i wouldn’t look for you?”

“...no?”

“hmph! preposterous! absolutely outrageous! the fact you’ve had the audacity to not only wander off elsewhere without me to protect you, and for you to assume my actions and feelings unprompted… you’ll pay for this!”

you chalk it up to the alcohol meddling with your brain, but in that moment, the wildest idea pops up in your head. a wide, dopey grin etches itself onto your face as you lift a hand out to the reconnaissance captain standing before you.

“say… what if i paid for my transgression with a dance?”

the look on eula’s face instantly makes you regret your words. this time, in addition to your flushed cheeks, the blood in your veins runs ice cold with dread and embarrassment, and you quickly withdraw your hand from her reach to sheepishly rub the back of your neck with it.

“or maybe we could just settle the score with some good ol’ sparring, hah… m’sorry that i asked you that so boldly, i know that you don’t take kindly to—”

“i’ll take it. let’s dance.”

you blink. “what?”

“you wanted to pay for your misdeeds, yes? i accept your means of payment. now get up. let’s dance.”

“but i don’t—”

“know how to dance? then i’ll teach you.” you once again chalk it up to the alcohol, because you refuse to accept any other explanation for the sudden soft shift in eula’s tone. hesitantly, you get up from your seat to approach her, gingerly holding her gloved hand and trying not to let your breath audibly hitch at the feeling of her hand on your waist.

“grip my waist a little tighter,” eula instructs you, repositioning your hand against her side. “i won’t break. now follow my lead. one, two, three, one, two, three…”

the first few minutes the two of you dance is painfully awkward. all of your previous grace and elegance from that earlier dance with kaeya have all but disappeared, your dancing skills reduced to nothing and your movements limited to stiff shuffling and careless swaying. eula seems to catch on to this, judging by the way her grip on your shoulder tightens ever so slightly—not enough to cause significant pain or discomfort, but enough to steady you as the two of you waltz across the plaza together.

eventually, the two of you manage to fall into a slow and steady rhythm, dancing along to the sound of your shoes clacking against the cobbled plaza floor. impulsively—you make a mental note to apologize to her for it tomorrow when you’ve sobered up—you lean in and bury your face into the crook of her neck, pressing your bodies together closer than you’ve ever been.

“i… have something to confess,” eula tells you, and you hum into her shoulder.

“mm?”

“i wasn’t supposed to return from my mission until dawn, but i requested i be able to return early, because i…”

eula’s hand lets go of your shoulder, and her arms slowly begin to wrap around you in an uncharacteristically warm embrace.

“i wanted to dance with you.”

your breath hitches, but it quickly melts away as you smile into her shoulder. for a moment, you’re tempted to say it—the three words you’ve longed to tell the beautiful reconnaissance captain you’ve loved since the moment you laid eyes on her—but in the end, you choose to sink deeper into her arms.

“thank you.”

eula lets out a disgruntled huff, but the look of love and care in her sunset-colored eyes says otherwise.

#wendy writes .#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagine #genshin imagines #eula lawrence #eula x reader #eula x y/n #eula x you #eula imagine #eula imagines

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ready-to-obeyme · 4 years ago

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[OM!] Mother!MC with Demon Brothers + Luke Headcanons

Scenario: Instead of a younger human, the Devildom welcomes a mother (with a 3-year old son in tow) into the exchange program.

intro + headcanons about how the brothers would interact with her

no romance… just uwu

bonus how the brothers would treat the son (why son? Perhaps because I too want a son)

Female reader!! (MC is referred to as she in this post)

bonus character: Luke :3c

I JUST WANT THEM TO FEEL LOVED OK

Lucifer wasn’t prone to believe in fate-- and the beginnings of the exchange program was just another reason why he did not. He let the breeze-- the wind pick a human applicant for him; and if he had gone through every application (though he wasn't completely sure he'd be sane by the end of it all) maybe this situation wouldn't have happened.

"What do you mean you can't be one of our exchange students?" Diavolo inquired, more curious than anything, an amused smile gracing his lips.

"I have a son," she said hesitantly. And there he was, peering around at the assembly room in his mother's arms that were wrapped protectively around him.

A mother and her human child, Lucifer thought blearily. One could only imagine what would happen if both of them remained here. (Which is why he never cut corners in anything he ever did ever because the one time he does, things go to shit. Damn Diavolo for enabling him.)

Lucifer

disgruntled by the adjustments made to accommodate a human child and his mother; mf will he ever rest

probably has to worry about babysitting duties delegated to his brothers

however, pleasantly surprised by MC's calm demeanor and reliable personality; finally another competent person in the house he doesn't have to really pick up after

...actually adores her and her son

accidentally does things to please her without really realizing it and hates the slight disappointment or worry he sees when he goes through sleepless nights or lashes out from anger

doesn't remember the last time he's been chastised, but he's as embarrassed as he can be when she fusses over him

the hell coffee she makes for him every morning and the snacks she brings during his breaks makes him lowkey wanna cry-- he doesn’t know how to deal with a selfless, unconditional love

is used to being a single parent ngl so taking care of her son is kinda… easy especially if the son is compliant

finds himself pressing a kiss to his forehead absently and catches himself only after he's done it (bonus points if Barbatos takes a pic of it and sends it into their trio gc)

“Barbatos, please delete this picture.”

“Oh, are you sure about that?”

“................”

ah he's attached, and so are his brothers, which kind of perturbed him a little but he’s kind of in the same boat after a short week or so

(if there was one brother who had a chance of harboring feelings for a mother mc, it’d be Luciiiiiiii uwuwuwuuwuuw; what can I say? He can’t resist the milf)

eventually, he opens up to her about the war-- because if there was any human he’d trust with his secrets, it would be MC

Mammon

he's crying

he doesn't think anyone has ever talked or held him as gently as MC

similar to the game, absolutely adores her and can't even lie about it

ok jk he's still a tsundere, but blushes every time MC looks at him with a knowing look because he can't lie convincingly enough that no, the head pats dont feel nice and no, he's just eating the lunch she made because it'll be a waste otherwise, ok?!

Her son definitely thinks he’s related to Mammon

Definitely the first one to accidentally call her “mom”

But hey don’t blame him-- he’s weak to how MC looks at him endearingly as she brushes hair out of his face motherly, like he can do no wrong

Nothing can compare to how Mammon feels when MC tells him she’s proud of him

feels legit guilty when she calls him out on his habits of stealing things to the point he remembers her voice when he tries to do it again-- basically his conscience ngl

she's like a cold hand to his feverish forehead, a cooling balm to the burn on his hand

when she defends him from his brother's insults, swears he'll protect her and her son

on that note, adores her son too and her son adores mammon!

surprisingly (or not) good with kids and treats them well; plays with them, very lively and dynamic

takes babysitting pretty seriously-- makes him consider the fact that he might actually want to be a father in the future if possible

not that he doesn’t have reckless endeavors with her son... they just end up okay so no one is none the wiser until it shows up on someone’s devilgram or spoken about through Barbatos/Diavolo

Leviathan

Honestly doesn’t know how to to react

A little miffed tbh that he finds it so easy to talk to her about…. Everything???

When he enlisted her (and her son) to get his money back from Mammon, did he expect to rant to her about all his animes and gush about his figurines to her because that was one of the first time someone’s allowed him to indulge in his hobbies and listen patiently?

No, and now he’s crying

And the fact she gently addresses his self-deprecating comments and urges him to see how she sees him (smart, witty, forgiving)---

Will probably do anything for MC and anything she says at this point; the pact is just a formality LOL

Listens to her and genuinely thinks the things she does for him is in his best interest

Had a hard time knowing how to deal with her son for a while, simply because he doesn’t know what he could do to actually entertain the child

Then finds out he could literally put up TSL or any of his favorite animes and the kid will watch it-- and ABSORB

Levi might as well be the kid’s best friend at this point-- dubbs him ‘Henry’-- which is really the greatest compliment MC thinks her son can get from him

Honestly volunteers to babysit him and proceeds to spoil him rotten

Satan

Slightly annoyed at how motherly she is at the beginning-- he takes her care and actions as if she treats him like a child

Finds it frightening how soothed he feels when he’s around her

There’s something about an older, calming presence that saps the anger from him and makes him feel like he can be himself around MC

Surprisingly the second person to accidentally call MC by “mom” probably an hour after he makes fun of Mammon for doing it (lol karma)

isn't one to seek out her attention like with levi, mammon, or asmo but is pleased whenever he does have time to spend with her because she always seems to have insight on everything and a strange wisdom that all mothers apparently do

has a lot of late night talks with her about her life, her career, what it's like having a child

often finds himself asking her for advice, and even if she doesn't have the answer, he always comes out of it thoughtful and clear minded

always willing to take care of her son; delights in reading him his favorite books and enacting the exciting scenes

always treats him like an adult to the point that their conversations are really funny to listen to

"So would you say the author's intent of the blue door was to convey the agony of grief?"

"I like the color blue."

"As did the protagonist; hm, you bring up a good point."

the son is Satan's partner in crime against Lucifer

"It's better if we do this, isn't that right?"

"Yeah!" MC’s child says, happily chewing on his favorite snack that Satan always gives to him and honestly not caring about the conversation at hand at all

"See? He agrees with me!”

And Lucifer just sighs bc he always loses in these arguments and Satan is unbearably smug

Asmodeus

similar to Satan, finds her presence in Devildom to be very pleasant and calming

she never seems to be disapproving of his past times, and Asmo is endeared by the way she never fails to say "stay safe" or "have fun!" or even "do you want me to leave the front lights for when you come back?"

the little motherly ways in which she shows she cares makes Asmo adore her

loves taking her shopping; always has a good time just gossiping, trying new clothes, or having a girls night out with self careeeee

when her son tags along, loves to have him dress up too or try on make up and it's too adorable NOT to post on devilgram

pretty sure MC's son has trended on devilgram before-- but that was the first and last time because Lucifer yelled at him for advertising the fact there was a human child in Devildom

which Asmo thinks is silly because he's pretty sure the caption under the selfie of the three of them ("So adorbs! I've only had MC's son for a day, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in Devildom and then myself. Teehee!") would have deterred any demon from laying a finger on him

When Asmo has him for babysitting duties, always loves to bathe him and play with bubbles, morphing his hair into an afro or an equally fashionable hairdo

actually very attentive to the child!!

Beelzebub

Not much changes from how Beel treats MC, but does view her actions in a more motherly manner

I think one thing that would change is that-- considering MC is a mother of her own child, is actually very protective of the brothers and sensitive to their changes in moods

When Lucifer gets angry at Beel and Luke, MC is furious and furiously protective, not yielding one bit or hesitating to put herself in front of them because of her instincts-- Beel has never admired her more

Physical strength has always something he can easily understand, but it is the strength of wills and of bravery that surprises him every time

After Mammon and Satan accidentally calls you “mom” Beelzebub has no qualms with calling you by mom either-- I mean, what’s the shame in that? Everyone already thinks of you as their mother-figure anyways

MC helps him deal with the loss of his sister

With MC’s child… You know that one meme with the two ways dad deals with kids: one is softly kissing his child on the forehead as he sleeps and the other is carrying his kid by the leg with one arm

Both of them is Beel

carries the kid around in the weirdest ways sometimes, including on his head, in one hand like he's holding a trophy, upside down (dw the kid thinks it's funny)

main transport is on his shoulders though; thinks it's kinda cute how the kid puts his arms around his head

wouldn't love anything more but to nap with him, but Beel is afraid of hurting him when he sleeps

Is the softest with MC’s son--- he’s not used to being the older brother, so he takes this responsibility kind of seriously

Always makes sure the food that MC’s son eats is appropriate so he tastes/tries it first… and sometimes ends up eating all of it, but he always manages to succeed in feeding the kid so it’s all good

Belphegor

Wants to hate MC so badly the first time they meet when he’s in the attic

He’s supposed to HATE humans, damn it-- why the hell is MC trying to be so motherly and understanding, huh?? How dare she make him guilty after he lied to her like wlkjaflksjfkjasdlfj

Out of all of them, seeks MC the least; whether it’s from guilt or the fact that her presence reminds him of the things and resentment he used to hold against her

Takes a little more cajoling from MC to talk to her and explain how he’s feeling so they can move past it

He’d rather die than let anyone else know that he teared up when they talked about Lilith and how he felt about everything; urges Belphie to talk to Lucifer and seek reconciliation with him individually (because it may be a family problem, but the feud was between the two of them, don’t you think?)

Finally gets the redemption arc he deserves and feels a lot lighter knowing that everything that has happened is now in the open and he’s ready to start healing

In avoiding MC after the whole debacle, Belphie ends up spending more time with her son because he thinks Belphie is fascinating and Belphie has no clue why

Similarly to Satan, treats the kid like he would anyone else but does find it amusing if the kid chases after his tail like a cat

Always ends up napping with him whenever MC’s son takes a nap-- after all, what’s easier than looking after a kid if you’re BOTH asleep?

Keeps an eye on him by putting a hand on his torso as they nap together

Uses MC’s son as an excuse to not do something, especially when Lucifer tells him to do something he doesn’t like to do

Honestly the son is a part of his arsenal-- he knows how weak everyone is for this kid (and so is he tbh but more lowkey) so cute pics of him is like… currency (Mammon WISHES he thought of this first)

Bonus:

Luke

MC practically adopts him the moment she lays eyes on him-- how could she not? Luke may as well be her other son

Luke can’t say no, especially after she saves him from Lucifer

Definitely calls her mom by accident and the brothers tease him-- only for him to retort back that “don’t you ALL call her by mom?” and they shut up lol

Simeon still gets to tease Luke though heheh

Really really really tries hard not to refer to MC as mom, but it slips out sometimes and no one even bats an eye

Baking together is such a family bonding moment

Treats MC’s son most like his younger brother almost automatically and makes sure he doesn’t get into any trouble while he’s taking care of him (though he does anyways)

Kind of likes the responsibility of babysitting MC’s son; makes him feel trusted

(MC takes the cutest pics of them together when they fall asleep; starts thinking about maybe having another child wouldn’t be so bad)

#obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me luke #shall we date? obey me!

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deancodedcastielenby · 4 years ago

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It started out with a XX

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

I am putting Tags first so I don’t forget like the horrible trash panda I am: @casmick-consequences , @proudcasgirl , & @paintdriesfaster You have asked to be tagged, or for Casmick you are the reason this is here. The Date Continues This is 100% unbeta’d and I am litterally on my work computer writing in between phone calls so. I apologize for any spelling errors or punctuation since I am a trash panda. XX love you all, enjoy

Castiel is under the impression that Mick Davies is an interesting human. The man seems charmed by many of the words that Castiel uses, and has no problems showing his obvious interest. There have been other humans in his time in this vessel that have shown a reaction to his person, and now that this body is his and no longer Jimmy’s it is an interesting notion that he would be coveted carnally from anyone. Still, Mick is interesting and the conversation that he engages in with Castiel over a shared dinner have kept Castiel enthralled at least. The dinner was odd, it still tasted like molecules, but Mick made a point to have him try a bite or two of everything and explain how he found the flavors.

The white sauce on the noodles, for example, Castiel knew was called Alfredo sauce, but Mick described it much better before he had Castiel try a bite off his fork. There was flavor that he hadn’t expected, on top of the molecules, but perhaps being described before eating was the difference. No one had ever thought to try that before. The breaded mushrooms were an odd texture that Castiel was not sure that he liked, but Mick did say that sometimes the dipping sauces made them better, and the sweet dessert was delicious, and tasted faintly of coffee. That was a beverage he missed from being human.

As far as humans go, Mick was charming and rather handsome, though at this point Castiel realized he had a type. Claire had pointed it out when he described Mick to her before the date. His eyes may not be the right shade of green that he prefers, but they are quite beautiful none the less. In fairness Mick had also dressed up for the occasion and was wearing an outfit similar to his own, though he was wearing brown. That was a brown slacks and waistcoat over a light blue shirt and a matching brown blazer. The overall effect was very charming, and very appealing. Castiel had on occasion browsed through different magazines and had seen similar outfits on different models, so he assumed it was a fashion thing, but Mick was able to pull it off nicely. Of course there was a few glasses of wine with dinner, and Castiel was able to sip them carefully during conversation. It was true he had a rather high tolerance for alcohol, so it wasn’t that he needed to, but he had tried to keep pace with Mick to make sure that he blended in. Over all Castiel would say that the date was a success. Many times throughout the conversation he was able to pick up on the different flirtations that Mick was sending his way, and apparently he was sending back. Once or twice he was able to say something that made Mick laugh loudly and give him a wide smile that made his face mirror one in return. To say that dinner was pleasant would be an understatement. After dinner Mick asked if he would like to take a walk and continue their conversation. It was getting darker outside, but still there was plenty of light with the street lamps and there was such a quaint little park they could walk around. It was simple to agree, and so they left hand in hand after Mick paid for their meal. “I insist Castiel, honestly it was mostly my meal anyway.” That was another strange feeling, being hand in hand with Mick. There was a brief moment where he remembered Daphne, she would hold his hand sometimes when they were out and about, but he never had this strange intimacy with another person after his memories came back. The hand in his own was not a dainty one, it was on the larger side with blunt fingers and the cool metal of a ring on his pinky finger. Over all he experience was new. At one point Mick had released his hand, and of course Castiel frowned when he missed it immediately, only to have him slip Castiel’s hand in the crook of his elbow and seemingly step closer. “I am honestly surprised that you came out with me this evening.” They were on their second loop of the small park, their gait was slow and measured to eat up more time. Almost as if neither one was quite ready for the evening to end. “It seemed as though you were very much in the Winchester’s pockets and that they did not like me very much.” “They do have a negative disposition to the British Men of Letters, Arthur Ketch left a rather bad taste in their mouths and I do not blame them for that, however they are not my keepers and I am free to make opinions on other humans.” Ever the peace keeper, or so it seemed, Castiel tried for a neutral ground. That was until Mick barked out a bit of a laugh.

“I would suppose so, though not all of us Brits are quite like Ketch. I am hoping you would have a better opinion of me after our date. Perhaps I should inquire as to another?” It seemed the man was looking at Castiel out of the corner of his eye, which was odd, but it only took a moment to realize that he was asking Castiel out on another outing. This was courting wasn’t it? The odd human custom?

“I would not be against another outing, though I had thought you were to return to England soon.” The words were out before Castiel could reel them back, but they were true none the less. Mick did not know that Castiel could travel to England with just a thought, so it wasn’t that the distance was a problem. Castiel would just like to know where he stood, it was so hard to gage with Dean where exactly things lay between them when Dean was in denial and never spoke. Perhaps this was Castiel’s way of making sure that whatever this was with Mick, it was different. “I will have to return home eventually of course, but I would very much enjoy spending time with you whilst I can. Your conversation skills are spectacular, it is rather hard to have meaningful conversations about things anymore, and you are quite a sight to look at as well so that is a bonus for me.” These words were said with a smile and a pat to Castiel’s shoulder, “I am aware that our engagement here is limited, not just by time. I have eyes, I know I am not your first choice and that is fine with me, honestly. I just think that while I am here, I can show you what a relationship should be like, so that you know.” Stopping their circle of the park, they were in a bit of shadow of a corpse of trees but they could still see the stars if they were to look up. They didn’t. “I will not take advantage of you, or your kindness. I want us to be open and honest with each other, so that when I do have to return to England, we could still walk away as friends and you can come to me with anything. Though right now, I would very much like to kiss you if you would be amenable?” The words were honest and open, much like the expression that Mick was wearing. Mick wanted a relationship, in what ever capacity that he could while he was here that could translate to a great friendship when he left, and honestly what did Castiel have to loose? The want to experience something good and meaningful after watching the one he wanted jump into bed with countless others.... “I am amenable.” The response was gruff and quiet, almost an afterthought, though Mick had heard it if the wide smile on his face was anything to go by. Oh so gently one of Mick’s hands cupped the side of Castiel’s head and guided their lips together in a sweet and soft touch. The kiss itself was chaste, but it seemed to cause an ache somewhere in the pit of Castiel’s stomach. It was genuine intimacy and affection, something he never knew he honestly needed, but with the gentle press of lips it was something that he was honestly going to crave. After a moment or two of soft pressure Mick pulled back to gage the reaction on the angel’s face. “Well, no fireworks which is a shame, but I can live with that.” A slightly cocky smile lit the side of his mouth, “Unless you’d like another?” “I always expected that kisses would be... more than just a press of lips.” It wasn’t that Castiel hadn’t experienced kisses, because he had on a few occasions, namely with women. Though the thought made him tilt his head slightly and squint in confusion.

“Ah, you were expecting more passion and enthusiasm perhaps? What kind of Brit do you take me for, a savage? This is a first date after all, need to keep you on your toes and coming back for a second one.” There was something akin to mischief in Mick’s eyes before he laughed, “well I suppose one more couldn’t hurt.” With that he did pull Castiel’s head down once again to meet his lips, this time with a bit more of a firmer touch. The scrape of stubble against his skin was a bit firmer now, and he could actually feel it. After some maneuvering to fit their lips just so, a hint of a tongue pressed against the seam of the angel’s lips and he opened to the onslaught of Mick’s rather talented tongue.

Unsure of exactly how long they stood there, in the slight shadow of the trees kissing quite like teenagers, they broke apart. A soft flush to Mick’s features made him more endearing in a way as he seemed to shiver and attempt to take a step back. It was a strange sensation feeling Mick release him, as it seemed that the hand that was not tangled into his hair had found his hip, not that he had noticed at the time. “Well now, that was... something else. Shall I return you home then Cinderella? Or is there a night in shining muscle around here somewhere waiting to whisk you away?” “I do know how to drive.” Something about the way that Mick said the words was unsettling, though Dean did tell him to call when he was ready to be picked up. Castiel was an angel of the lord and he could take care of himself.

“Of course you do, I never said you couldn’t. Perhaps you could walk me to my car then?” Mick gave a soft chuff and a slight bow of an apology holding out his elbow again. Castiel missed that strange closeness so he nodded and tucked his hand into the crook and walked Mick back to the restaurant and to his car. Luckily he did not see the Impala anywhere on their walk, and Castiel indulged Mick with another kiss at the car before watching him climb inside. “Do let me know when you are free for another Date.” Mick said after yet another soft press of lips before driving off and down the street. It was a few moments before Castiel moved and headed back to the park, keeping himself invisible from any kind of eyes until he was standing where he and Mick had been only a little while before. Pulling out his phone he sent off a text to Dean, letting him know that he was not going to need a ride home, nor would he be back that evening. There was far too much for the angel to think about at that moment, and far to much for him to replay to even attempt to be near Dean right now. Instead he found himself sitting on a bench in that park, staring at the emptiness of the night, not getting a reply from Dean at all, but that was fine. The hunter had probably fallen asleep anyway, it was better for him to get the rest than worry about Castiel.

#okay so it was shorter than I wanted it but full of fun #Casmick #cas x mick #long con still? who knows #date night #supernatural #Castiel #Mick Davies #just for fun #it started out with a XX

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dolliedarlin · 4 years ago

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a love like rodger and jessica ⏤denki k.

s u m m a r y : You and Denki have a love like Rodger and Jessica Rabbit

l e n g t h : 2k

g e n r e : fluff ; praises ; body worship ; supportive kaminari ; best boi kaminari ; precious baby

w a r n i n g s : mentions of lovemaking

p a i r i n g s : denki k x f.reader

a / n : this is a quick little headcanon I came up with at three am and needed to get out as soon as possible before I lose the will to write it. I hope you all enjoy the read! Feel free to comment and like - tell me what you think, constructive criticism is always welcome.

❥ You're a self-made millionaire, CEO of a successful skincare and beauty company, investor and supermodel. The level of success you've been able to accumulate over the years is nothing to sneeze at, especially with your young age of 21.

❥ However, you draw more eyes for your beauty and body rather than your accomplishments. It's rather annoying but you've grown used to it.

❥ It isn't a lie that you're as stunning as they come. And with a body that elicits lust and unspeakable fantasies in the men and women around you, it can be said that your beauty has more power than what any of your achievements could ever provide you with.

❥ It's disappointing how you've worked so hard but still seem to achieve so little despite the empire you've built from the ground up.

❥ You've turned many young and handsome, accomplished men down, no longer your naive self. Even with their own triumphs and wealth, you can see their true intentions when looking into their greedy eyes.

❥ They only want you for your body and only regard you with contempt - there was no love, there was no honesty, they never did anything to make you feel comfortable or smile.

❥ That was all you wanted.

❥ But, perhaps, it's too childish to think about such things now.

❥ You had given up all hope and with that loss of hope came a hardened shell that nobody could break. Deep inside your heart, you still wished for a fairy tale romance and a happy life where you could smile freely and be comfortable, which is why your piercing glare, harsh demeanor and cold speech manifested in defense of those desires.

❥ It was a normal day at work; you had several meetings to attend concerning collaborations with other brands in the morning before you needed to head off to attend a photoshoot for a magazine concerning skincare.

❥ You had just been on your way to said photoshoot, in fact, when a villain attack hastily painted an image of red and blue lights, panic, destruction, and screaming people before you.

❥ Upon realizing that you were in the line of attack, you rushed to exit your car. You have been a victim of your own clumsiness many times in the past despite their rare occurrence, but ill-luck had you tripping over in your attempt to flee, causing a stinging pain to shoot up your right leg.

❥ With your back turned and crumbled to the floor in pain, you became an easy target and didn't register the careless attack directed towards you until you heard a shout of warning.

❥ "Woah! Watch it, lady!"

❥ Behind you was the Stun Gun Hero himself: Chargebolt! You had never interacted with heroes but you greatly admired their work, heroism, and sense of justice. Keeping the peace and putting villains in jail brought on a sense of security that you never took for granted. However, you had never been more grateful for their presence than that moment.

❥ "Hurry and run away!" at his command, you attempted to stand and run off but instead was painfully reminded that during your fall, you had managed to sprain your ankle.

❥ What terrible luck.

❥ "I-I can't-" you almost sob, hating how powerless you were feeling in that moment, "I think I sprained my ankle,"

❥ You heard him mutter a curse before shouting at the other heroes on-site to cover him whereby he then took the chance to rush in carrying you in his arms and run to safety.

❥ "P-please be careful," you plea, worried about his welfare as you wrap your arms around his neck for security.

❥ "Don't worry about it!" he flashes you a toothy grin, "Just hold on tight and I'll get you somewhere safe! You can count on me!" for once in your life, even though you were still in a dangerous setting, you felt comfortable and safe.

❥ In this stranger's arms, you felt protected - it was a wonderful feeling. It made you lean even closer into him, catching a whiff of his husky scent combined with his sweat. What a pleasant aroma.

❥ Maybe you should make a perfume inspired by it and have him model in the commercial?

❥ This wasn't like you, you're embarrassed to admit. Even though you're in danger, you would still do anything to keep him close to you or see him again. You weren't some lovestruck school girl, you needed to get a hold of yourself!

❥ Finally at a safe place, he set you down as he panted heavily, "Damn, I need to get better at cardio," huffing out a breath, he checked you over, "you alright?"

❥ "Other than the ankle, I'm good," you smiled up at him, trying to convey your gratefulness.

❥ "Great! The ambulance will be here soon for any casualties so-..." he pauses. In the heat of the moment, his priority had been your safety and so he hadn't really taken the time to look at you, really look at you, and see how beautiful you were. Now that he had caught his breath, and began to process that he had carried a beauty in his arms, who was now smiling up at him, a dangerous heat crawled up his neck and blew steam out of his ears.

❥ "A-are you okay?!" had he been hit by something while he was carrying you off?

❥ "So beautiful..." he muttered, continuing to stare at you, your face, your body, even straining his ears to better hear your sultry voice.

❥ "What was that?" with a tilt of your head, Kaminari had to turn his gaze away so as not to get even more flustered and possibly die from too much blood rushing to his head. Beautiful and cute - a dangerous combination to have in a woman. He could fall to his knees and submit to you right then and there, shamelessly. It took everything in him to hold back.

❥ "Y-you're just really beautiful, sorry."

❥ For once in your life, someone was being honest with you. Yes, many people have called you beautiful but their reactions were never as raw or red as the hero standing before you. It was amusing and made you want to keep him close.

❥ "Thank you..." you had to say, he was pretty easy on the eyes as well, "you are also very handsome,"

❥ "Why thank you, pretty lady~" he sent you a playful wink which made you giggle, only spurring the male to continue his flirtatious act. It might have been out of habit or maybe it was a defense mechanism since he's never come across someone so beautiful before, either way, he was already dropping another cheesy pick up like before he realized what he was doing, "but, you know, you're very pretty and I'm cute..."

❥ "Hmm?~" you raised a brow, where was he going with this?

❥ "Together, we'd be pretty cute,"

❥ You didn't mean to offend him but you laughed and laughed and laughed, not realizing how his once grinning face had turned downcast and flourished red with embarrassment.

❥ "You have a point there," you giggled, catching the male off guard and almost making him self-combust, "whatever shall I do?~" you ponder aloud, looking at him with a twinkle in your eye.

❥ "Well...it just so happens that I'm writing a phone book," time to shoot his shot, "can I have your number?

❥ "Of course, you can~"

❥ Meeting Denki was a blessing in your life.

❥ He's a goofball with a heart of gold that was always getting overlooked by women, as he's told you on one of your many dates together.

❥ "It's their loss," you hum as you cuddle up into his side, his arm laying across your shoulders, "because you're mine now~"

❥ Truly, he was your ideal man.

❥ He never took you for granted, he was always honest, he praised you and worshipped you like a goddess and he made you feel loved and comfortable being yourself, which is what mattered above all else.

❥ In return, you were his ideal woman.

❥ You freely loved him for who he was, when people told you you deserved better than him, you shut them down quicker than a lightning strike, you actually liked his cheesy pickup lines and flirted right back. The achievements he's been able to get as a hero, you still praised no matter how small, as if he was the number one hero himself - you would even go so far as to say that he's your number one in everything. And, for a bonus, you were the beauty amoungst all beauties!

❥ All those rejections, all the insecurities he had to go through by being rejected by multiple women was all worth it because now he had you in his life.

❥ "Where have you been all my life, Denki? How did I ever live without you?" you sighed into the crook of his neck, straddling his lap as he hugged your waist and gave you a kiss on the temple.

❥ "Babe, that's my line," he chuckled.

❥ At first, he was always so flustered around you but over time, he's grown a reasonable amount of immunity. That didn't mean he stopped praising you for your achievements or worshipping your body whenever you were in bed together, however. He still did all those things.

❥ If others praise you, he didn't stop them because he knows you deserve all the praise but when he found out that you didn't take their words to heart like you did his and explained why, he made sure to be off patrol that night and kept you with him between the sheets until sunrise. For hours, he worshipped your body like a temple made of gold. Between kisses and gasping breaths, he applauded you for your achievements and assured you of all flaws you saw in yourself.

❥ That night you realised the true meaning of 'making love'.

❥ In hero awarding events, you'd accompany him dressed elegantly, with your hair and makeup done and smelling as intoxicating as you looked.

❥ "DEnKi How DArE YOuUuu!" his close friend, Mineta (you think it was), sobbed at the sight of you and him together on the red carpet as a couple. Even though they were friends, Kaminari instantly stood in front of you so as to shield you away from Mineta's perverted gaze.

❥ "Thank you, Darling~" you cooed, giving your blonde hero a kiss on the back of the neck before nuzzling in between his shoulder blades.

❥ On the outside, Denki allowed himself to grin and pull you into his arms with a cool air about him, seemingly unaffected by your actions but you knew him better than that. It was only because cameras were around and he needed to keep up his image. Inside, he was melting into a puddle of goo and you know it. He, very well, could've brushed you aside to appear better like all the other men you unfortunately dated before but, instead, he makes you feel special and loved.

❥ "I know I'm the luckiest guy in the world but please be more respectful Mineta," his arms tighten around you securely, shielding your curves from prying eyes. Appreciating the gesture, you turn his face to capture him in a kiss. It's a kiss that still makes his knees weak even after months of dating.

❥ "Let's go to our seats, dear," you lead the blonde away by the tie, knowing how your kisses can sometimes leave him releasing small bolts of electricity from his palms and fingertips. It was cute how a simple kiss could turn him as dumb as he was when he overused his quirk would, only in a slightly different way.

❥ Vice versa, whenever you had a big company party or event, Denki always made it so that he could attend the event with you. He wanted to be there to protect you and shut the men down who tried to approach you with ill intentions.

❥ With your human Pikachu around, you came to love going to events. It was a time where you could dress up just for him and eventually get undressed by him the moment you arrived home.

❥ Endless praises, endless love, endless comfort, endless laughter. That was what it felt like to be with Denki.

❥ He was your Rodger and you were his Jessica

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