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wisteriashouse · 4 years ago

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huddling.

pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1482

a/n: found an old incomplete draft and completed it instead of writing something new from scratch because i am ✨ lazy ✨ smh

It’s absolutely freezing.

“I do not think that we’ll be able to make it back to a Wisteria House tonight!” Kyoujurou calls over his shoulder, his booming voice somehow dampened by the roar of the winter gale. Pulling your haori tighter around yourself in a poor attempt to shield yourself from the freezing winds, you do your best to stop your teeth from chattering before calling out a reply to the man in front of you.

“What do we do, then?”

There’s the crunch of Kyoujurou’s zori sandals on the snow as he trudges back to you, his bright hair tossed about relentlessly by the winter storm. Contrary to you, he appears completely unaffected by the cold, a vigorous smile on his face even as the winds batter the two of you. Perhaps it has something to do with him being the Flame Pillar, you think as you try your best not to shiver.

Kyoujurou, of course, notices.

“Are you cold?” He asks, brow furrowed as he looks you over - a cursory glance of concern that has no right making your heart skip a beat as it does. Cheeks heating slightly, you turn away so that he can notice and shake your head, fisting your hands to stop the shivering. It wouldn’t do to have you embarrassing yourself in front of a Pillar.

“No, I’m alright.”

You’re proud of the fact that your teeth only chatters once.

Kyoujurou frowns slightly, and before you can ask him what the matter is, he’s already slipping the haori from his shoulders and stepping forward. Shocked at his offering, you raise your hands to stop him in his tracks, shaking your head desperately. “No, no, I’m really alright, Kyoujurou-san-”

The Flame Pillar pays no heed to your words, humming lightly as he sets the fabric of his haori around your shoulders, smoothing it out with his hands so that it wraps snugly around you. To your surprise, the second the haori settles around your form, you feel yourself enveloped in warmth - Kyoujurou’s gentle warmth woven into every fibre and stitch seeping into your skin.

“Kyoujurou-san, I really...” your words trail off, caught between slight guilt at taking his outer coat in this cold and the desire to continue basking in his warmth. Already, the added layer of protection against the winds make you want to cry with gratefulness. Kyoujurou only laughs at your hesitance, reaching out to sweep some snow off the top of your head.

“It’s no problem! As you are my junior, I should be looking out for you!” His words, simple as they are, are enough to make your heart trip in your chest. He smiles at you once more before his eyes turn razor sharp again, glancing over the expanse of snow behind you before making a quick decision. “We’ll find a cave somewhere and get out of this cold. It wouldn’t do to keep wandering about in the middle of a snowstorm and the mountains are treacherous at night.”

He takes a single step forward, pauses, and glances back at you briefly. You blink at him, a little confused at the way he’s staring at you, before he’s suddenly reaching out to take your hand in his.

“Come on!” Kyoujurou says brightly, even as you gape at him. “I would hate for you to get lost in the snow! This way, I’ll know that you’re always behind me!”

With a gentle tug of his hand, he leads you through the snowstorm, shielding you from the biting winds with his own body. His hand is wonderfully warm, long, strong fingers folding over yours and holding you close behind him. Sure that you’re out of his sight, you finally allow yourself to smile - happiness seeping through the cracks of the professional facade you try to keep up around your senior.

The two of you find a small cave embedded in the side of the mountains after a few minutes of searching. Ducking into the small crevice splitting the rock face, you let out a sigh of relief to finally be out of the wind, drawing Kyoujurou’s haori tighter around yourself.

Deep into the cave, where you can no longer hear the howling of the wind outside, Kyoujurou spots the remains of an old campfire - apparently, both of you aren’t the first ones to take refuge here from the elements. While you pick out the still salvageable twigs to burn later on, Kyoujurou works on starting the fire with a small flint and steel. A few minutes later, the darkness of the cave seems to fade ever so slightly, and you turn around to see your mentor holding up a patch of burning kindling that illuminates his triumphant smile.

“We’ll have to wait out the storm here,” Kyoujurou tells you after he gets the fire going, sitting next to you. Your backs against the wall, both of you watch the little fire you have in front of you crackle merrily, orange gold flames so much like his hair near hypnotising you with the way they dance. You nod, tuck your feet close to you and blow on your hands, because even with Kyoujurou’s cloak, your extremities still feel they might freeze at any moment. If that’s how cold you feel, you wonder how Kyoujurou hasn’t turned into a walking block of ice.

“Kyoujurou-san,” you begin to say, concerned, and his head turns around immediately to look at you with a bright smile. Golden light flicker across half of his face, the other half cast into shadow. Remarkably handsome, you want to say, but instead you ask, “Are you sure you aren’t cold? I mean, I have your haori and I’m still freezing…”

His mouth twitches into a slight smile at your question, but then suddenly he laughs, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. “Well, when you put it that way, yes, I am very cold right now. Perhaps I should talk to Oyakata-sama about winter uniforms during the next Pillar meeting!” He laughs again at the thought, and his eyes soften. “But I am quite alright. It is more important to me that you will not freeze. I am uncomfortable, but I have been through worse. Do not worry about me!”

That doesn’t sound very good. Chewing on your bottom lip, you glance down at the haori covering you before turning back to the man sitting next to you. “Then, Kyoujurou-san, how about we share?”

He stares at you, a befuddled expression on his face that constitutes of a boyish raise of the eyebrows and a slight scrunch of his nose as he fights back a sneeze. “Share? How?”

“Well,” you hold up his haori in front of you to gauge how much it will cover. And… that was a silly suggestion to make, because you have vastly overestimated the size of his haori, but you also don’t want to go back on your word about sharing it. “Like this…”

Sidling up next to him, you try to press yourself as close as possible to his side without actually touching him, before you toss the haori over the two of you. It ends up failing to cover either of you completely, but at least now you feel less bad about having it all to yourself. “I mean, it’s important to me that you don’t freeze either, Kyoujurou-san.”

Kyoujurou is quiet for a second, before he smiles again, more slowly this time - it’s not bright as the sun, like his usual laughter and grins are, but more gentle and muted, like the small fire in front of you. “That’s very nice to hear,” he says. For some reason, you can’t bring yourself to look at him - instead, you keep your eyes firmly focused on the flames in front of you, watching them as sparks swirl into the air.

While they are very pretty, they also make you sleepy in a record amount of time. In almost no time at all, you’re fighting to keep down a yawn, your eyelids starting to droop. When your head nearly falls forward, a gentle hand catches you by the chin and guides your head to rest on a strong shoulder.

You try your best to stay awake, you really do, but Kyoujurou hums lightly, his hand settling lightly on your head. “Just go to sleep,” your mentor says gently as you struggle to keep your eyes open. You’re practically leaning against him at this point, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “I’ll take the first watch, so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“Mmm, wake me up when you want to change over...” you barely manage to make out before your eyes slip shut. You vaguely remember something gentle touching your forehead, but you cannot remember what it was in the least.

All you know is that you slept warmly that night, and that’s enough for you.

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detectivehannibal · 4 years ago

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Desk Dreams

Hannibal Lecter x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Smut...lol have fun.

A/N: Testing my smut writing skills I see...I tried to weasel Will into this, but I’d hardly consider this a Will oneshot. I struggled so hard with this smh.

Requested by: @no-homo-hank

Prompt: also.. if i may request something sm*tty. personally i think your writing is so good. soo maybe something in his office yk yk like if the reader has a *sexy* dream about him,, and she has to tell him,, idk idk and only if you’re comfortable with it ofc! thanks :)

Word Count: 1,697

“Is it so wrong to change things up a little?”

You couldn’t get it out of your head. The images, the sounds, the touches, the smells. You had tried to shake it off all morning. You had brewed an extra strong cup of coffee hoping to rid your conscious of the less than appropriate dream from the night before, but to no avail. You never really had dreams, and you especially didn’t have such scandalous ones. On top of that, you definitely never had sex dreams about your therapist.

Sure, you found him attractive in more ways than just his striking intelligence. However, the thought of anything that wasn’t purely professional had never crossed your mind. You knew what Hannibal thought about dreams. He had mentioned to you before that they are often a crucial tell-tale of a person’s mental state most of the time. That was the part you couldn’t figure out.

What did having such a racy dream mean for you?

You pondered the thought on your way to your session. You desperately wished that you didn’t have to go today, but you knew you’d be questioned about it next session if you canceled. You entered his office’s waiting room, there were no other patients at that time. You weren’t surprised, considering most people tried to push for the afternoon appointments. You took your normal seat, knowing that Dr. Lecter and Will Graham would be finished shortly. Will Graham’s appointments were always before yours, and you always noted how Will always looked as if his brain had been completely picked apart when he exited.

You often wondered what sort of things they talked about.

Sure enough, the door opened a few minutes later, Hannibal seeing Will out of his office.

“I will see you soon, Will.” Hannibal said to Will, who had pretty much already ended the conversation.

Will spotted you waiting and actually offered a smile. He didn’t know you outside of the waiting room, but well enough to know your name and speak to you.

“Hello, [Y/N],” He greeted, leaning in slightly; “He’s acting strangely today.” He whispered.

You gave him a confused look, but returned the greeting before he dashed off and out of the building. What did he mean by “acting strangely”? There was only one way to find out.

“[Y/N], are you ready?” Hannibal asked, inviting you into his office.

You nodded, entering swiftly. When you passed by him, a familiar scent enriched your nose. The smell of his cologne was exquisite and suddenly sparked your memory of the dream from the night before. So that was what you smelled in the dream. You had never paid attention to it before.

Speaking of the dream, it was suddenly all you could think about. You sat in one of his chairs, immediately striking Hannibal as out of character. He decided to hold off on mentioning it yet.

“Good morning. How are you?” He asked, sitting in the chair in front of you.

Your leg bounced anxiously as you found yourself in a trance, raking over his features. Had his hair always been so nice? Were his eyes always so enticing? You caught his gaze, waiting for you to give an answer.

“Huh? Oh! I’m doing well.” You said, beginning to feel a heat creep over your cheeks.

His hand briefly went up to his collar to readjust his tie. You basically stopped yourself from salivating. His hands were...so perfect.

“You’re nervous.” He announced.

You denied. You denied hard. You would not let him through to you today. You’d die of embarrassment.

“Nope. Not nervous,” You said, visibly nervous; “What makes you say that?”

His expression was calculating. He was soaking you up like a sponge to sink water, taking everything in to be squeezed out again.

“For starters, you’re sitting. You usually walk around during our sessions,” He noted; “Secondly, your entire demeanor is tense.”

Your leg stopped bouncing and you slowly stood from your chair, you began to try and walk as you normally did, but it ended up being more of a pace.

“Is it so wrong to change things up a little?” You asked as casually as possible.

He looked so good in that light blue shirt.

“No, but there’s always a reason for such change.” He bantered.

You shot him a look. It was hard to get anything past him.

“I just...” You tried to come up with an excuse, but turned up short.

He waited patiently, his gaze never leaving yours. You sighed in defeat.

“Dreams are normal, right?” You asked, preparing to bite the bullet.

He nodded simply.

“Certainly.”

You chewed your lip in thought, careful with how you approached this. You fiddled with the hem of your sweater.

“I had a rather interesting dream last night,” You confessed; “It wasn’t anything I had ever experienced.”

He was listening intently, not quite following what you were getting at.

“What did you dream about?” He prompted.

You felt a sudden rise in your throat. This was painful to admit.

“Well, you were in me- uh, I mean...in it.” You said, mentally cursing at yourself for your embarrassing slip up.

A wave of realization was clear on his face as he connected the dots. You wanted nothing more than to crawl in a hole and die.

“[Y/N], I can assure you that sexual fantasy dreams are quite normal.” He said in an attempt to comfort you.

You groaned miserably, burying your face in your hands. You were humiliated. You’d have to request a different therapist. Maybe even seek out a totally different counseling practice.

“Dreams often must be explored to be understood. Tell me more about the content of this dream.” He requested calmly.

Your blood went hot. What? Why did he want to know that? You looked to him, surprised to see that he was completely serious. You rubbed your palms together nervously.

“I came in for my usual session. The energy was different. You were looking at me in a way you don’t usually,” You explained; “The conversation took a turn and...we had sex.”

His expression remained unchanged, but you weren’t close enough yet to see the fire in his eyes. He stood from his seat and took slow strides over towards you. You were sure he could hear your thumping heart.

“How was I looking at you?” He questioned, his voice thick and smooth.

That’s when you saw the riled up glaze in his eyes. A sudden wave of emotion and arousal crashed over you. This was really going to happen.

“Just like you are now.” You breathed out.

Instantly, his lips were on yours. Passionate and needy, but steady and calculated too. His hands gripped your waist, pushing you towards his desk. He shimmied you onto the cool, dark wood and allowed you to remove his suit blazer.

Your mind was racing, but your movements were faster. You untucked his dress shirt from his pants while his fingertips worked on unbuttoning your jeans. It was a hot, heavy silence as the two of you stripped down enough to get the job done. His mouth was hot on your neck once your pants were casted aside, sucking a hickey on your most sensitive spot.

“Dr. Lecter, I...” You trailed off, your mind too clouded with pleasure to offer any kind of sentence.

This felt so wrong, but so right at the same time. You were thankful for patient-doctor confidentiality.

“Hannibal.” He corrected, unbuckling his belt and getting his pants down to his ankles.

Woah. First name basis. That was new. Hannibal really seemed to know his way around a woman. You found that rather shocking.

“Is this your means of dream exploration?” You joked, giving a breathy laugh.

“Something like that.” He replied.

He pulled himself from his boxers, stroking a few times before gingerly pushing himself inside of you. A synchronized moan drew from the both of you as he pushed through your walls, traveling as deep as he could go. He pushed your back down onto the desk, watching you sprawl out desperately for him.

He began with slow thrusts to allow you to adjust to his length, but hit the sweetest of spots each time he went back in. He grasped one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist so he could get a better angle. He had one hand on your throat, wrapped firmly but not uncomfortably.

“Hannibal, please. Faster.” You begged, your tone coming out as a whine.

He hummed in response, his pace beginning to pick up. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk as the sounds of skin and rattling desk objects echoed in your ears. He admired the way your eyes glassed over in pleasure, his own forehead beginning to break out into a sweat.

“Was this how your dream played out?” He asked, the slightest bit of strain in his voice; “On my desk...in the middle of a session.”

You nodded in response, but that wasn’t enough.

“Use your words.” He ordered, slamming back into you again.

“Yes.” You groaned out.

“Good girl.” He praised, moving his pace even faster.

This wasn’t how he’d usually pleasure a woman. He preferred something a little more timed out and slow, but you needed something spontaneous and fast. He could feel it radiating off of you. Your mind bounced back and forth from the dream to this present moment. This was too good to be true.

Your legs tightened around his waist, signaling to him that you were awfully close. He himself felt a twitch, looks like you were going to both finish on time. He continued to pound into you, your moans relentlessly sounding out into the air. Your high-pitched, surprised gasp alerted your release, his own spilling out just a few moments later.

Your moans and sounds dwindled into heavy breathing, your chests heaving to catch up. He collapsed onto your shaky frame, your hand resting in his hair. You could barely comprehend what had just happened. You suddenly had a whole new reason to come to therapy. Hannibal lifted his head, pride written all over his face.

“I think...we’ll pick this back up next week.”

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senju-sekhmet · 4 years ago

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'Hot’ is just a matter of definition

Summary: It felt like any other morning - you surely felt like every other morning - except for a certain kind of warmth. Perhaps some soreness that made your muscles ache? Of course you wouldn't slow down simply for feeling a bit hot - Tobirama strongly disagrees. 5600 words I really wanted to do a funny comfort piece, so this is a little self-indulgent! It sat on my shelf for a while before I was happy with it, smh. Thanks for all the help, @avversiera-writes 🥺 Warnings! Illness, fever talks, and slightly suggestive undertones (SFW though!) Read on AO3!

The first sign should’ve been this awful chill that ran through your bones the moment you opened your eyes. It was an early rise, like usual, but something was different. Blinking slowly, your lazy gaze found the window and the brilliant, red sunrise that was hinted at by how the crimson hues were hitting the buildings you could peek at.

And unsurprisingly, the man whose arms were wrapped around you, legs intertwined with yours gave a rather disgruntled huff as he registered your movement. Tobirama would fiercely deny being clingy (That’s ridiculous!) but despite the two of you usually falling asleep on each side of the bed (that is, if you went there at the same time or haven’t been down to friskier activities before), he’d always find his way around your body during the night somehow to completely enclose it with his. No, he wasn’t just a bit clingy, he was a real cuddler. One time you dared to make a small tease about such being the case, but you were only met with fierce denial, a bright red face and incoherent mumbling (Childish… I do not cuddle…). It was adorable, really.

Honestly though, you wouldn’t deny loving it, either. To know that in the privacy of your bedroom, one might argue the most private room of a house, he’d become this relaxed was endearing - charming, even - especially considering in public, he was vastly different about physical affection.

Except when you wanted to really rise up; then the complaints started. Unless Tobirama got up before you did, his limbs would tangle yours more and he’d make miffed grunts. All within the time limit the two of you had for the morning, of course.

This morning, though?

You shifted a little bit from your position to lay more on your back, to which Tobirama gave yet another unamused sound. Your muscles ached slightly. Maybe you needed to stretch a bit today.

“Nnnghn…”, he mumbled, and the arm that was wrapped around your chest to hold your shoulder tightly snuck a little higher to caress your neck.

“Tobi…”, you sweetly began, a whisper.

“Hm,” came the answer, but this time a lot more conscious - and ponderous. One scarlet eye blinked open and Tobirama’s forehead was worried by fine wrinkles. “Hmmm,” he hummed again, the hand on your neck trailing up even higher, to your cheek.

You chuckled a little bit at the comical embrace he was giving you. “What’s up?”

His other eye opened and out of nowhere - “You’re hot.”

You blinked. “Why, I wasn’t expecting such unabashed, eloquent flattery in the early morning.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly. “Your body temperature is above average. Quite a lot, in fact.” You let your eyebrows tilt up in a rather hurt pout. “That is the least sexy way I’ve ever heard someone say ‘You’re hot’.”

Tobirama gave a low growl then suddenly and you only felt the bed shift - then he was above you, steading himself with an arm on each side of your chest, legs still tangled. If it wasn’t for the deep frown etched into his mien, you’d find this, in fact, hot . “That is because I am in no way referring to your looks, Y/n!” Although momentarily - momentarily - his gaze flickered down your body, covered in nothing but a light nightgown.

You raised an eyebrow expectantly.

His scarlet stare was right back at you, burning in intensity - and yet there was a glint of something in them. “I am, of course, not saying you could not be considered metaphorically ‘hot’,” he began then, his baritone voice low and sultry, clinging to something. Something that was wiped away in the blink of an eye when it became stern only. “But right now you are also hot literally.”

You wanted to roll your eyes at him and tell him that has got to be the second worst way of being told you’re hot, but before you could get a word out, the man had plastered his hand on your forehead and you felt his chakra connecting to your network; smoothing over it gently in an inward caress you reciprocate swiftly, tenderly. You’d never grow tired of this. Of course, it lasted only a moment - he intensified the connection to gain a closer look at your body, his presence inside of you growing stronger as he took to examine you briefly in order to ascertain the origin of the ‘hotness’ you chose to flippantly call it.

Except you were not having any of it. “Tobirama, I’m fine, honestly.” Your hand moved to grasp the wrist of his arm to gently remove it from your forehead.

His presence inside you instantly flickered - bristled. “Y/n,” came the prompt, stern answer and you could swear the pressure on your forehead, hips and legs increased slightly.

This was getting ridiculous. “This is absurd. I feel good, so what if I’m extra hot? Might be getting a cold, there is no need to fuss.”

His eyes flew open again to spare you a furious glare. “For a common cold it’d be very unusual to be burning up as you are,” he began firmly and you had to forcibly bite back on commentary or another eye roll lest his lecture would grow. “Now if you’ll keep your smart mouth closed for a few more moments, I could finish this.”

You jutted your lower jaw forward. “You love my smart mouth.”

His eyebrows rose slowly and for a few seconds, he seemed entirely impassive. Suddenly, you felt his chakra inside of you jolt, zigzagging through your network so abruptly you gasped. It wasn’t unpleasant so much as it was unexpected - and intense. Momentarily his presence within you was so strong, so potent, you felt you could nearly grasp his thoughts and emotions with your own chakra - and yet at the same time, he was so active, so seizing - it felt quite possessive.

“You’re-”, you huffed, ready to retaliate letting your chakra swell to retort.

“Quiet, let me work,” he grunted, closing his eyes again, focusing on the connection you two shared. The smirk in his voice had been unmistakeable, though, as was the slight tilt of the corner of his mouth.

Unfair. He was being unfair. However you weren’t swayed, either. “There’s no need for this. And you need to relax.” Again you felt the connection swell though, much more gentle as he continued the examination and you were given just a low, warning rumble to let him get it done. Only a moment later he gave another disgruntled hum, his scarlet gaze now mustering you now.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Well? Happy now?” you snapped, perfectly miffed. On the one hand the concern was endearing, on the other hand...

His face was scrunched in deep ponder. “I’m unsure. I can’t pinpoint anything for sure, but perhaps there was something about your lungs-”

You felt yourself bristle. “I’m not staying here on some cryptic ‘perhaps’ from my very overprotective husband. May I, now?” Already, you wriggled beneath him to free yourself and get up. Your muscles really did ache a bit - you definitely needed a stretch.

Tobirama’s gaze narrowed again. “I don’t think you should be moving around today, Y/n.”

That did it. Darkly, you articulated every word perfectly clear: “Tobirama, I’m not joking. Move.”

Reluctantly - as you could tell by his stiff body - he shifted to the side to release you. His intense gaze never left you, though you couldn’t spare him more than another roll of your eyes at this point.“This might only be the tip of the iceberg," he warned, you could hear the frown in his baritone voice still.

However, you had already gotten up and were standing, staring down at Tobirama with equal sternness. “Or you need to rein it in again.” You shrugged as though that’d ease the soreness in your muscles - it didn’t - and then tilted your head a little. “I feel a bit cold, in fact, so how about that.”

His scarlet eyes widened slightly at that statement. Promptly he scrambled to get out of bed himself. “Y/n-”, he began, downright chastising - but you had already spun around and were heading for the bathroom of your house.

“Enough fussing, dear husband, we have a lot of work to do,” you reminded him in a playful tone. Talking of work was bound to get his focus elsewhere than your imaginary symptoms.

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Or so you thought.

Once you finished in the bathroom (admittedly, you did feel a little bit lightheaded) you headed to join him in the living area for a small breakfast (and maybe, just maybe also a bit shaky?). The heady smell of tea hung in the air; you couldn’t help but smile lightly. However the room felt quite cold - had he opened the windows? Tobirama already was sitting cross-legged at the low table, reading documents he had strewn over it last night. When you entered the room, his head snapped up and the scarlet gaze had you pinned, eyes narrowing again.

“Don’t,” you sternly cut him off before he could even say anything like ‘Get back into bed’, shaking your head before sitting down across from him, pouring yourself a cup of tea for yourself.

Tobirama rested his chin on his balled fist. The frown must be etched into his face at this point. “You look pale.” His baritone voice was deceptively smooth.

Your hand clenched around your cup of tea, eyebrows furrowing. “You know, I could say the same about you.”

A single white eyebrow arched up. “Unsurprising, as my complexion is rather pale.” The fine smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth again.

You crossed your arms defensively. A shiver ran down your spine. Since when was the room so cold? “I am very well capable of judging myself to see if I am fit for work. Which I am.”

The smirk faded and he dropped his hand to the table, straightening himself. You had to drag your hand over your face in order to keep yourself from rolling your eyes at him again. As you did so you couldn’t help but notice - your face did feel a bit warmer.

“Why are you being so stubborn about this, Y/n?”, Tobirama began, his deep voice stern again. You blinked to find his scarlet eyes staring at you intensely again, his facial features hard as ever. Maybe it was your imagination, but there might have been a tinge of worry to his tone. “I’m not imagining anything. If I had to take a guess, you’re actually not telling me everything.” He tilted his head. “Are you feeling dizzy?”

An exasperated groan escaped your mouth before you could help it, but this time you did roll your eyes. Your hand slapped down on the table. “For the last time, Tobirama - I’m fine. It’s just a little fever - did you open a window or something? It’s so cold in here, I’m shivering.” You ran your palms over your arms, feeling the chill creep into you.

You didn’t think this was possible, but the wrinkles of Tobirama’s frown became even deeper. “I did not, Y/n.”

You blinked in surprise. “Huh.” As much as you hated to admit it, Tobirama’s fever theory might hold more merit than you wanted to give him credit for. Worse yet, you had to tell him.

Tobirama’s intense stare was wrought with worry at this point, bereft of any of the smugness you might’ve been expecting from him. “Are you ready to believe me now?” he inquired drily, his voice carrying a caustic note.

You sighed and crossed your arms in front of your chest, leaning back slightly. Momentarily you dared to close your eyes - when you did, your eyelids felt weird against your eyes, the ache in your muscles seemed worse - you couldn’t help but sigh. “Maybe.”

Tobirama was rubbing his temples with his thumb and index finger when you were eyeing him again, the fingers of his other palm were drumming impatiently against the table. “A monumental progress, compared to earlier, I’d say,” he commented, still rather drily.

“I’ll just work on what paperwork I’ve left at home, then.”

His palm slammed so swiftly on the table you jolted in shock, concerned for the paper under his cup of tea. Luckily though, he had drunk enough of it already. However his gaze - the scarlet stare was burning from intensity again. He didn’t just look pissed - he was furious. “What is it going to take to make you rest? Lie in bed? Sleep?”

Your mouth hung slightly open at his sudden outburst. Of course, you had guessed he wasn’t pleased with your negligence of your symptoms, but this right now seemed rather over the top. “I can… read in bed?”

Tobirama continued to stare as though you had just suggested to strip naked and run through the village.

“It’s just reading, Tobi.”

“What’s so difficult about staying in bed and recovering?” he snapped, perfectly exasperated now. Suddenly he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, ran a hand through his white, spiky hair and rose to his feet swiftly. “Alright. Let’s get you to bed first.” The tension in his tone was tangible and briefly, you contemplated just… humoring him. For a bit?

He rounded the table to offer you his hand in order to get up, which you gingerly took. With a courageous tug he helped you to your feet - and your vision blackened momentarily. You swayed forward; Tobirama already seized your waist with his free arm pulled you flush against his body to steady you. His deep voice was next to your ear when he spoke; your hand grasped his black shirt for support. “Y/n?”, he was done veiling the concern in his tone with fury.

You shook your head. “Just a brief dizziness.” Already, your vision cleared; though your heart still pounded in your ears. “I’m - I’m okay.”

Tobirama didn’t take time to comment that but rather started guiding you towards your shared bedroom. His frown was etched into his forehead again, his lips a tight line. All the time he’d glance over to you with his sharp glance, but the tension never left the taut muscle of his jaws. His arm remained tight around your waist for the whole way back to bed too; he wasn’t letting go at all. Not that you minded. You did feel a little bit wobbly, and even if it just was to humor him, you wouldn’t take any chances now. Once in the bedroom his grip turned utterly tender; carefully he helped you lie down and pulled the blanket up to your chin.

You gave a wistful sigh as your sore muscles finally got their rest again and the blanket was warming you. “Maybe… this isn’t such a bad idea, after all,” you mumbled, hopefully quiet enough Tobirama wouldn’t hear you.

He did, of course. With a dry chuckle he was already turning towards the window. “You’d be astonished how many good ideas I have, Y/n,” he quipped, closing the blends of the bedroom to render it a lot darker.

“How am I going to read like this?”, you promptly inquired, propping yourself up on your elbows again to rise in protest.

Tobirama cast a dark glare your way and instantly stalked over to your side again; sitting down on the bedside to push you back down onto the mattress with a certain kind of stern finality that still held a marvellous amount of gentleness to his touch. “You aren’t. Sleep now. I’ll leave you water and tea here and get you your documents later.”

With a sigh and yet another roll of your eyes you allowed him to pull the blanket up again once you were back on your back. “Are you, now.”

Tobirama rose to his feet again and simply regarded you with one quirked up eyebrow. “You are correct. We should wait and see how you are feeling later, actually.”

“You’re impossible. As if you’d be lying in bed just because of a little fever rather than work,” you bit back, perfectly miffed again.

Tobirama was unimpressed, though. “I’m being realistic. And unluckily for you, I’m not the one running a fever. Now, I have to drop off some documents for elder brother and check some other things at the office, then I’ll make sure to stick around,” he announced, but before you had any chance to tell him how truly, utterly, lucky you felt to have him hound your recovery, he was out of the door - which he closed, of course.

He had all but ignored your notion that he, in fact, would never stay in bed.

Well, maybe some sleep really would help you.

________

Tobirama’s steps were spurred on by the same urgency that he had coaxed you into bed with earlier in the morning. He despised that out of all the days at the Hokage’s office, today seemed to be tedious and slow going. Naturally, everyone around him was subject to his mood, but right now his patience was thinner than usual. As a result, everyone kept out of his way - which was good, because then he’d work quicker - but also bad, because some of these things he couldn’t finish alone. Did he feel bad for snapping at someone for a simple slip up in the inbox? Absolutely not. Order was vital. Or shouting that some instructions for the training regimens at the academy still had not been finished? Please, these things had been due for one day already.

If everyone just worked a tad faster -

It was futile.

He had to blame himself in part, really - he had been foolish enough to think he’d be done here swiftly and therefore had not left a shadow clone with you. Better yet, sent a shadow clone here to deal with these menial tasks as he had dubbed them by now.

But that admission of guilt didn’t exactly do anything to improve his mood. Right now, he was standing in front of his elder brother’s broad desk while he was signing off permits for the growing commercial district of the village. Once that was done - Tobirama could finally use his hiraishin seal to get out of here.

That also most likely was the reason he was staring Hashirama down like a hawk, arms crossed in front of his chest, muscles tense. The scarlet glare was dark enough, bystanders might think he’d go for his brother’s throat any time.

Hashirama wasn’t fazed in the slightest, though. Tobirama’s moods have long since stopped to really impress him. Now, he didn’t make a point of being extra slow, but he made sure to keep track of all these things he was supposed to sign.

Even so - “You seem extra sour today, Tobirama.”

“Really? Whatever made you notice, elder brother?”, he answered drily, physically restraining himself from barking at his brother to just keep reading and not talk to him.

Hashirama raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to tell me, or will you keep spewing sarcasm?”

Tobirama rolled his eyes and gazed at the ceiling momentarily - was there any point in delaying proceedings to tell him? But then again, maybe his brother could help. His gaze swept back to Hashirama. “Y/n is sick. I want to get back home quickly.”

Hashirama sat down the paper he’d been holding and furrowed his eyebrows. “Sick? What’s wrong?”

“She’s running a fever. Now, the quicker we finish, the quicker I’ll be back to check on her.” Tobirama’s grip on his arms tightened. While his brother’s concern was charming - it was just delaying his return to you. He was late anyway. What if you were worse off now? Inadvertently his mien darkened a fair deal, and the glare he regarded Hashirama with was nothing short of lethal now.

Hashirama’s concern wasn’t subsiding, either. “Then go. I can finish this alone. If I have any questions, I’ll ask you later. Do you want me to come by in the evening?”

Tobirama blinked. The suggestion was convenient - too convenient for his liking, almost. His duty towards the village came first. Hashirama’s even more so. You, on the other hand…

He pinched the bridge of his nose, clenching his teeth. Why was nothing ever easy? He hated himself for it right now, he didn’t want to say this - no, he wanted to say, ‘Very well, yes, thank you’ - but no. “The village comes first.”

Hashirama sighed - and then smiled. “Very well. Then I order you to get back home.”

Tobirama’s eyes widened slightly. His brother couldn't seriously be ordering him to - but no, actually he could. He opened his mouth to protest - but with a wave of his hand he dismissed himself. He’d take this gift for what it was. “Thank you, elder brother. It would be good if you visited later.”

He simply nodded. “Give Y/n my well wishes.”

Already, the world lurched around Tobirama as he invoked his hiraishin seal in your shared living room. And in the blink of a second, he was standing in it - heading straight for the bedroom. Finally. He should have been here much sooner.

Before he entered, he could hear it - wheezing sounds. Quiet, but laboured breaths from the room you should be resting in. And by the sounds of it, you had been - a miracle. He frowned. Or, a very bad sign. Your adherence to medical orders was almost as bad as Tobirama’s. He quickened his steps, his heartbeat uncomfortably fast now. “Curses,” he muttered under his breath - why, why had he not left a shadow clone with you?

With more force than intended he slid open the bedroom’s door. You still were in the bed, tucked in - and a fine sheen of sweat glistened on your skin. Your breaths were sounding rattled.

“Y/n,” Tobirama called, chastised almost, as though somehow it was your fault it had gotten this bad. The truth was he was shocked - utterly shocked - and worried. This wasn’t just a fever anymore; he didn’t need to examine you to know his hunch had been correct this morning: Pneumonia.

“Tobi…?”, came your slurred reply, the sheets rustled as you were sitting up.

Instantly he crossed the room to sit down at your side on the bed, his forehead drawn into a deep frown. You were glancing at him through glazed eyes, blinking a few times just before a coughing fit wrecked your entire body.

“M’sorry… Tobi…,” you whimpered after you were suitably recovered.

He had to blink at that. Were you apologizing? “What?” Tobirama’s hands grasped around your upper arms, he shook his head. “Lie down again, alright?” Your skin was scorching now. You whined uneasily again, tilting your head a little. “Y’sounded so mad right now… you were so mad this morning, too…”, you murmured, but you allowed Tobirama to coax you into lying down again, pulling the blanket over you. If the paleness was anything to go by, your blood pressure was low.

This wasn’t looking good.

“I’m - I’m not mad, love,” he churned out as his hand moved to your forehead to assess your condition again. What nonsense-

But before he could place it there, you had seized it with both palms and pressed it to your chest, your eyes comically wide now. “You’re… not mad? But… you were right… I think… I am a little sick, Tobi. Maybe?”

Tobirama couldn’t have prevented the coarse grunt he gave even if he had wanted to. “Not just a little, Y/n.” Gently, he tried to move his hand out of your grasp, but it only served to tighten it around it.

Your gaze was trained on him, and for a moment, you did nothing but stare. Tobirama’s frown deeped - then suddenly, you shook your head so slowly, he wondered if you even registered the movement. “Nah… You’re right… but I’m not that sick. You can be so… smug when you’re right…”, you mumbled - no, you … giggled?

Tobirama’s gaze widened slightly as you spoke. Had you taken any medicine that didn’t agree with you? Was the focus of your infection perhaps not the lung, but the brain? “... Y/n? May I examine you?”

Your lower lip quivered. “Tobi,” you wantonly moaned now. “I don’t… want you to be mad ‘cause I didn’t… believe you, though,” you gave a sigh - at least that’s what Tobirama thought you wanted to do - but it ended in more coughs.

With a cocked eyebrow he continued to observe the theater that unfolded before him, your grip on his hand was steely. At least your strength seemed to be faring well. The same couldn’t be said for your mind.

“You get so… snappy when you’re pissed,” you continued suddenly, your gaze sweeping down to the hand you clutched like a stuffed animal. Your thumbs started caressing it and your lips formed a small pout. “That’s kinda… exhausting… but also funny sometimes, you know? … your sarcasm, mhm…,” you continued, trailing off into more incoherent mumbling.

Tobirama restrained himself from rolling his eyes at your nonsense and simply opted for using his other hand if you weren’t going to relinquish the one you were cuddling now. Softly, he placed it on your cheek and closed his eyes. Already, his chakra began to graze over your network -

Except then you nuzzled into his touch, throwing off his focus. His eyes flew open. “Y/n,” he reprimanded sternly, “Let me focus for a moment here, alright?”

You hummed contently, though. “You’re always so… focused, Tobi… Super focused...”

Tobirama really fought to say his next words in the nicest way possible - “Y/n, you aren’t just hot right now, you are burning up, please let me-”

You giggled then suddenly, your face turning so the tip of your nose would brush over his palm. “You said it again.”

Tobirama huffed exasperatedly. “What?”

“I’m hot. You said I’m hot.” More giggles followed - which were interrupted by another coughing fit of yours. Surprisingly, you had the decorum to turn your face to the side Tobirama’s hand wasn’t facing.

However, Tobirama’s patience was running seriously thin - and the last thing he wanted to do was snapping at you of all people. Not to mention in your current state, you probably would not take it well. He didn’t think he could stomach you crying on top of all this.

But then you were nuzzling into his hand again as your hands kept coddling his other to your chest and Tobirama seriously wondered if there was no way to just… gently knock you off whatever trip you were on.

“Y/n,” he began sternly, “You’re seriously ill. I need to examine you now, alright? Will you please let me do that? And stop doing… that?”, he tried to keep his voice even, calm - pleading - but what came out was annoyed.

Your eyes widened instantly. “T-Tobi,” you stuttered, “I’m… s-sorry… you don’t think I’m hot…?”, you asked, as if that was the most important thing in the world right now.

With those doe eyes you were giving him, Tobirama was sure you were convinced it was.

He gritted his teeth.

His dignity didn't want to do this. His logic considered this a stellar idea, though.

“My love, you are the single, hottest being in the world. Nothing, not even a volcano, compares to your hotness. I see you, I feel you, and every time I’m in awe because of said hotness. I’d never, ever question just how hot you are,” he retorted instantly, with ground teeth, comically tilted up eyebrows and sheer desperation made him fall in line with your utter nonsense if this was what it took to make this work, somehow.

It did the trick. Your eyes lit up as though he’d just recited a love poem he’d carefully written, no, crafted just for you - in fact, he was surprised you weren’t reaching up to try and kiss him or something like that. Tobirama on the other hand was proud he hadn’t choked on the sheer idiocy he had just uttered.

“Tobirama,” you sobbed happily, grinning broadly. “I knew you do think so…”, you continued, nodding fiercely, “You sometimes give me these… stares… and when we-”

Tobirama’s eyes flew wide open. “Y/n?”

You stopped mid-sentence, your mouth open, eyes wide. “Yes?”

“Can my very hot wife keep still for a moment?”, he inquired, mustering all the pitiful shreds of his patience - and pride - that were left to make his baritone voice sugar-sweet.

Luckily, it worked. You smiled broadly and nodded before stilling completely.

Finally. His hand rested on your cheek more firmly now and once more he closed his eyes. Usually he’d let his chakra caress yours first, but right now he was convinced that’d just do all kinds of funny things to you, and before this could get any more embarrassing, he increasing the connection right away to begin examining you. His chakra pelted your network as the workings of your body were revealed to his inner eye: what had been subtle, and easy to miss this morning was a roaring fire now. Undoubtedly the source of your ‘hotness’ - your left lung’s upper lobe was ridden with infection. The whole area was stuffed with mucus. Your heart beat with an elevated frequency, and your blood pressure had dropped.

Surprisingly your brain showed no abnormality at all. It must be the fever talking, literally.

Providing serious medical support in cases of infection went beyond his combat medicine skills. All he could do was support your lung a little by clearing the alveoles a bit - letting his chakra chop away at the stuffed airways that were supposed to be free. Tedious, straining work that wouldn’t help permanently unless the root of the problem was tackled effectively, but it should make breathing easier and lower the burden of infection.

You on the other hand were making satisfied hums that barely reached his ears as he was sunken in his concentration, entirely wrapped up in the microscopic surgery he was performing, basically.

When he was finished - rather, when the labyrinth of your lungs’ smallest airways was beginning to drive him insane for how his chakra always seeped into yet another corner that was ridden with disease - he retreated.

By the time he opened his eyes, you were sleeping soundly - a fact he was thankful for. He needed to organise some antibiotic medicine for you, and somehow he had a distinct notion you wouldn’t take well to him leaving.

________

Luckily, medicine was easily available as was his brother’s aid - Hashirama came swiftly when a shadow clone of Tobirama’s informed him of your state. With his brother’s medical jutsu and the medicine, your recovery was fast. Around evening, your fever had gone down substantially.

By the next morning, the fever’s haze had cleared. Tobirama was sitting on the edge of the bed with a scroll in his lap as you were blinking slowly at him, wiping sleep out of your eyes. You felt uncomfortably warm - too warm. With a sweep of your arm, the pushed the blanket aside.

Tobirama looked up and his scarlet eyes mustered you intently. He raised an eyebrow, but the smirk that was plastered on his lips was reaching his glance. “How’s your hotness feeling?”

You rolled your eyes and groaned. “Too hot.”

The smirk became a sly grin as he bit back on laughter. You could tell by the way the corners of his mouth wrinkled. Already, he began to sit up, setting his scroll aside. “To think such a thing was possible - I’m in awe,” he supplied ironically, heading for the door.

Your eyebrows shot up. Time to strike back - it was one thing to quip about your silly remarks during your high fever, but he'd get his share, too. "And to think I made the very eloquent Tobirama Senju say things like not even a volcano compares to my hotness." The smirk on your lips grew as you watched the blood rush to your husbands cheeks.

It did the job. Instantly, his jaw was taut. "Y/n you are well aware I only said so because-"

"Everyday you are in awe because of my hotness. How lewd, Tobi," you continued, licking your lips.

He balled his fists, his expression darkened. "You were seriously ill and all you were concerned with was cuddling my hand and being complimented on your looks." Slowly, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his own smirk returning to his lips as he raised one eyebrow. "What does that say about your priorities?"

You turn up your palms and grinned boldly. "I'd say my priorities are damn fine. Just like my looks, as you testified," you winked and raised your hand to blow over a kiss at Tobirama.

Who caught it, entirely unfazed. The fine eyebrow arched even higher. "I'm glad at least one of us is thinking of the important things then," his tone was perfectly sarcastic now. He turned to leave again. "I'll still see what I can do to tame that incredible amount of hotness."

You whistled to call him back quickly. "Can't you come and lie here, use your calm and cool body for that?"

His head tilted to give you a glance from the side again, an eyebrow rising slowly. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You flashed a grin. "I'd love it."

For a moment, Tobirama was silent. A fine, sly grin spread over his lips as he dipped his head towards you - his baritone voice soft. "Well, too bad for you. A couple of wet towels will do a lot better to lower your temperature than my body, which, by the way, is just a few degrees less, ah, hot than yours." With a wink of his own he was out of the bedroom’s door.

With a dissatisfied grunt, you slumped back into the bed.

Did he just call himself hot?

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episode 211 let's go

ok first of all, this is the second to last episode guys... I don't even wanna think about how much pain I'll be in after next week's episode

mr mazzara doing the recap-

this is so weird to me and I don't know why

WHY DIDN'T YALL JUST ASK BENJAMIN FOR HELP, THATS LITERALLY HIS THING

is Nini giving out the cards a callback to season 1 when Natalie Bagley said that Nini gave her a card or something on opening night of another musical?

STEPHY AS THE ENCHANTRESS OMG YES

Ricky in the crown gives me Harry styles in that photoshoot vibes

he's so pretty.

ok but why did we never see Ricky and Ashlyn interact before? it's been like 5 seconds and I already love how they bounce off each other and it's just so natural

OH THEY REALLY DON'T HAVE ANY UNDERSTUDIES-

well that explains a lot...

so Ricky fell on top of Ashlyn and all that broke for both of them was their wrist-

insert Jake Peralta *coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool no doubt no doubt no doubt*

of course howie was amazing as the beast, were we expecting anything less??

Ricky is so beautiful and I will not shut up about it....

let me enjoy this before the makeup crew slaps mud on his face.

Nini and Ricky talking to eachother? in a civil manner? wasn't she avoiding him just in the last episode? hm ok

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THEY CANT EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS JUST LIKE ME HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS HILARIOUS, WHATS NEXT? THEY CUT EVERYONE OFF CUZ THEY CANT HANDLE EMOTIONS? ...ha

yes Kaden and Rico, my favourite east high boys 🥰

I mean....where's EJ?

THERE HE IS

EJ AND GINA IN THE BACKGROUND... doing something idek

KOURTNEY'S MOM IS BACK YAY

Howie is a shining star, ofc ofc

the smallest fOrk

can't wait to see the fork burst into song about how she deserves more than to be used to eat salad😌

the duster and the bluster.... ok😃

hi Gina!

hi- oh wow I didn't know Robbie Rotten was in this show!!!!!

the portwell look.

that my friends, is a married couple's look✋

GOSH EJ WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU

aww Gina's so excited for this

D word?

Die?

Delicious?

Dom Toretto?

"good, clean fun all alone with someone I dig...a lot"

sir that does not sound very clean to me

SEBLOS

Seb looks so cute standing there next to pope Carlos

DID THEYEY REALLY LIGHT ANTOINE ON FIRE-

I NEED TO SEE THAT

Seb's reading Carlos better than big red read the script in episode 102, this is great development after the "fight"

Kourtney really just made the best outfit for herself and let the rest of them suffer

the way Gina immediately goes to hold on to EJ after the announcement

"tonight we're going to put the U in UTAH"

...

"hey where are you from?"

"TAH"

SEB'S SINGULAR CLAP KILLED ME-

he's officially salt lake city's resident thanos

just wity clapping because for some reason I have a feeling he doesn't know how to snap his fingers...don't ask why

Ms Jenn do you mind encouraging your leads before the show? idk just an idea

pepto bismol product placement smhsmh

those flowers are bigger that big red himself-

*bops along to the opening theme*

that whistle at the end slaps everytime

WHY IS THE AUDIENCE SO MASSIVE

I guess they're all here to see Ms Jenn go on as a fork after Nini decides to *go her own way*

wow i am so funny

so they couldn't do many group scenes cuz of covid, but this 300 person crowd is cool? nice

OO THE VIOLIN GIRL FROM EPISODE 6 IS IN THE ORCHESTRA

HOWIEEEEEE

"Mr Caswell", he said, in the loudest voice possible while backstage at a show that's about to start.

Mazzara what are you trying to pull-

I usually like Benjamin but I don't like his tone

"iS yOuR wHoLe FaMiLy HeRe?" LIKE YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW THATS A SOFT SPOT FOR EJ

"we've had some good conversations these past few weeks"

right so what's going to happen after you graduate?

what does he think of you not going to Duke?

what did he say about you giving the sweatshirt that's been in the family for 3 generations to a girl you're not even dating?

good old Mr. M

therapist Mr. Mazzara, they all need it.

start with Ricky though.

"Michael Bowen"

dude why did you shave, now you look less like "hot lumberjack" and more "creep at the gas station"

OH-

does she not like Mike anymore?

why does it sound like jennzzara started dating and now they just sit back and talk smack about everyone in their freetime

break the fourth wall-

uhhhh im scared

why am I scared

he's scary

hehe flowers for Ricky, obviously for Ricky, ObViOuSLY

oh boy poor Michael

this man is in love, rip

why does Ms Jenn always look at people with her eyes open so wide

LILYYYY

I'm only excited because I really like the idea of lily and Ricky being friends, nothing more.

ha this guy's got jokes

a MOAT AROUND THE SCHOOL

wheeze

also he's very pretty.

"the wolves and very talented humans"

how dare he forget to mention the very talented wolves and normal humans, smh erasure

"being nice, what a concept" ted talk by Lily who still doesn't have a last name

did she just say lol out loud

same with the hug emoji last episode-

go touch some grass babes

the way he didn't say no, but said he didn't know how the east high kids would react-

not saying he does want to date her but that's an interesting thing to think about, also another thing to write an essay analysis on just to leave it in my drafts for a few months

awww lily genuinely trying to help him

sorry guys, I've been taken by the Lily charm (didn't know it existed until now but oh well)

REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I'LL NEVER SHIP PORTWELL?

just look at me now

the Lily wink I can't she's so cute-

HELP ME I'M BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY LIL-

David Attenborough?

oh nvm it's Benjamin narrating the show in a really weird British accent for some reason.

STEPHY GOT MORE LINES YAY GOOD FOR HER

also is this to show that Nini doesn't care about being the star of the show anymore? the way she's supporting everyone else even though she's a fork?

I would pay for a special of the full musical ngl

OOO THE TRANSFORMATION WAS SMOOTH

shockingly

yo where did the makeup come from

man I wish I was a theatre kid

THIS IS STEPHY'S EPISODE NOW IDC✋

my girl is starring

"needs an X-factor"

Simon Cowbell creeps in

"it's a yes from me"

and them boom, he takes Nini and mistreats her horribly and then she comes back to theatre after deciding music isn't for her👍

"I thought she just hog-tied him?"

don't ask sebby, it's better if you don't know.

imagine they spotlight the wrong person and this dude is just some random person that likes writing down stuff during shows.

Ms Jenn just let them do what they rehearsed (at some point we never saw) or else this is gonna end horribly wrong

"help"

same Carlos, same

I love how seb is just his translator rn

I thought he said "great displeasure" instead of "greatest pleasure"....help?

big red coming out from throwing up to see his girlfriend star is the cutest thing in this show.

Ash and Gina dancing is so fun

I'm imagining them practicing at night at their home, watching the movie for the 100th time and making sure their one dance together is perfect

KOURTNEY YES

HOWIE IS IN LOVE AHHHH

I LOVE HOWIE SO MUCH

SEBBY

THIS SCENE HAS SO MUCH GOING ON I CAN'T KEEP UP

THIS IS SO GOOD

HOW???

no because I'm actually crying

I'm dead serious.

we need this musical released as a special

big red is so proud and I love to see it

Natalie: "if you do not by at least 20 dollars in concessions, you do not support art"

rando in the audience: "but I pay for ad free Spotify"

Mr Mazzara clapping in the distance

Gigi, the guy you like is talking to you, complimenting you and hyping you up

YOU LUCKY LITTLE FEATHER DUSTER

aw EJ teasing her about the chocolates in a way that doesn't make her feel bad? take notes Richard

JORDAN FISHER

there is no rest of the show idc Jordan is it for me

THE WIG CAP ON RICKY OMG

they look like they're high and having "deep" conversations on the floor

THE MEAN GIRL WITH THE EYES-

@sunshine-julie-molina YOU HEAR THAT

Natalie really just be coming for them all

Howie what is happening rn

I'm scared

"did you enjoy it"

"very much"

dude wants a kiss so bad

ASHLYN OMG

NO DON'T DO IT BECAUSE OF LILY, PUT YOUR OWN TWIST ON IT

I want a Jordan autograph please

just keep swim- oh pushing...

Gina is literally a giant next to him and I live for it

am I about to cry for the 3rd time in this episode?

yes.

Ricky's leg kicks under the table makes me so happy aw

the portwell glances will kill me.

ah yes, mashed potato snow

Mr. M.... I'm not a theatre kid but even I know you can't have your phone on backstage.

Howie please just do it

CHIP'S BIG LINE I CANT

I LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE IT AMD SCREAM INTO MY MASK FOR A SOLID 2 MINUTES (I'm not at home rn) HES SO CUTE

oh ok bye Jordan

oo tea

NOT HIM BEING STARSTRUCK BECAUSE HE'S MEETING HIS FUTURE BROTHER IN LAW-

"we're all just glad Gigi has a big brother figure in her life"

excuse me for a few thousand hours while I laugh hysterically

THE CAMERA ZOOM ON EJS FACE AND EVERYTHING-

STOP EJ LOOKS LIKE HE'S GONNA CRY BUT I CAN'T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY WITH THE STAGE MAKE-UP

someone else said this already but I think it's hilarious that they had to bring in 2 guest characters to create some portwell angst

omg this really is Cici's episode, found family is their thing

elevator music lol

I'm gonna bet that big red took the harness for his surprise for Ashlyn without realising what it was

did Ms. Jenn just....tell her most mentally unstable student....to commit suicide....on a disney show...was that....I'm very....well....what the actual-

oh and there she goes running off instead of trying to make it right

oh wow Nini's the hero, she's gonna save the show 🤩

😐

the judge is doing a sudoku

honestly if I went to the hsm show as well, I'd come prepared for this one too

Lily why are you looking like that-

I WAS JUST STARTING TO LIKE YOU DON'T MESS THIS UP

wow ok, there goes that.

omg

what if Howie was acting weird because he knew what Lily did and wanted to tell Kourtbut Lily threatened him so he was scared to-

anyways see y'all clowns next week when we all simultaneously lose all motivation for the week without Fridays to look forward to.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts spoilers #ej caswell #gina porter #ricky bowen #nini salazar roberts #seb mathew smith #carlos rodriguez #big red #ashlyn caswell #kourtney greene #howie my pizza king #lily hsmtmts

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driima · 4 years ago

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Fly Love | Hawks x F!Reader [Rio Song-Fic AU]

Title: Fly Love

Pairing: Hawks x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Sappy love, fluff, mild kissing

Note: This is my first ever time posting on Tumblr and I quite honestly have no idea what I’m doing. My AO3 has been a bit dry, smh. Anyways, this is a song-fic so I’d recommend listening to “Fly Love” from the original Rio soundtrack whilst listening. Thank you!

You were beat.

Your shoulders were stiff and your eyelids felt heavy as you made your way into the large, fancy apartment complex that housed you and your fiancé. Working at one of the busiest Hero agencies in Japan took its toll on you, and today was an especially busy and stressful day.

You attempted to ease the growing headache that was beginning to manifest in your temples by gently rubbing soothing circles along your forehead as you stood in your private elevator. Being engaged to the Number 2 Pro Hero had its perks; a private, floor-large flat atop one of the nicest complexes Japan had to offer, complete with its own elevator, hallway, and patio that overlooked the city on the very top floor.

The elevator gently chimed each time it went up a level, and you rolled your shoulders, hearing a stiff pop resonate from one of them. You wanted to do nothing more than relax for the rest of the evening.

When the elevator chimed that it was at the very last level, you gripped your work bag and waited for the doors to open. About to enter your hallway leading to your flat, you paused when you noticed a trail of peculiar items scattered along the floor.

“Cherry blossoms...?”

Your lips quirked up as you tediously followed the flowers down the length of the hall, your hand digging into your pocket to grab your keys. When you unlocked your door, your nose was instantly flooded with the smell of candles and freshly made bread.

The flat was comfortably lit and fuzzily warm. You eyed the kitchen counter where a tray of deliciously expensive food sat, waiting to be served, as you maneuvered your way to the living room.

It seems as if your fiancé made it home before you, a rarity in itself.

All along the floor, cherry blossoms were scattered, some full whilst others just petals. When you entered the living room, you noticed the lack of your fiancé’s presence, and you frowned internally. Where could he be?

About to turn to the bedroom, you paused, glancing at the patio door which was cracked open. With an eyebrow raised, you set your bag down by the side of the couch and pushed the door open, poking your head outside. Your jaw fell open in amazement.

Similar to the inside of your flat, cherry blossoms littered the floor of the patio. The railings were lined in cute fairy lights and the overhand had grapevines dangling from above. The table had a basket of freshly made milk bread sitting on it and a candle burned brightly in the center. Soft jazz was playing from one of your speakers.

“He did this all for me...?” you wondered.

To your dismay, your fiancé was no where to be found, so you turned to head back inside. Your hand just barely brushed the doorknob when a whoosh was heard behind you and a soft thump followed. Your lips pulled up as a pair of familiar strong arms wrapped their way around your waist.

“Now, where do you think you’re going, my beautiful little songbird?” said a teasing voice.

You leaned your head against his chest as you tilted your head up, your gaze connecting with his gorgeous yellow eyes.

“Off to find my beautiful soon-to-be husband,” you chirped. His lips quirked up into a smile, one that you adored.

He spun you around quickly, and your hands wrapped themselves around his body as he hugged you close to his chest. A tender, warm kiss was pressed to the top of your head and you closed your eyes in content, melting into his touch.

“Long day at work?” he breathed against your hair, his lips peppering kisses along your roots.

You nodded. “A very long day.”

He pulled back slightly so that he could look at you fully. “If you want to sleep, we can do just that,” he said.

Your eyes widened slightly as you glanced around the beautifully decorated deck. “And ignore all this hard work you’ve done? I don’t think so, mister!” you scoffed, tugging him over to the table. He chuckled behind you, admiring the grin on your face as you took in all of his preparations.

“I went just a little overboard,” he commented, and you turned to him.

With a quick push of your toes, you pressed a quick peck to his lips, your eyes connecting as you said, “I think it’s perfect. Thank you, Keigo.”

A light blush dusted his cheeks but he smirked in response, his hands grabbing yours as he tugged you close to him once more.

“Don’t think that’s all I have up my sleeve, little songbird,” he mused, and as if on cue, a familiar melody began to play from the speakers and you stared in awe as Hawks began to whistle.

Isn’t this a song from Rio...?

Before you could as what he was doing, his deep and beautiful voice filled the air as he began to sing, “Wasn’t really thinking, wasn’t looking, wasn’t searching for an answer - In the moonlight, when I saw your face.”

Your mouth fell open in amazement as you listened to him sing, your cheeks going crimson. This was the first time he had ever sang to you. In fact, you didn’t even think the chicken man could sing. He smiled down at you as he began to move his feet back and forth in what seemed like a slow salsa, his hands interlocked with yours, urging you to join him.

“Saw you looking at me, saw you peeking out from under moonbeams,” he continued, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Through the palm trees, swaying in the breeze.”

As he began the chorus, his hands quickly tugged you towards him and you found him dipping you back sensually, one hand on your hip and the other holding in between your shoulder blades softly. His face came close to yours, his breath, which smelled like his minty toothpaste, fanning down on your skin.

“I know I’m feeling so much more than ever before. And so, I’m giving more to you than I thought I could do,” he sang, bringing you back up so you were close to his body. He began to sway slowly with you, his hands resting on your waist and yours settling against his chest. “Don’t know how it happened, don’t know why but you don’t really need a reason - When the stars shine, just to fall in love.

“Made to love each other, made to be together for a lifetime.” One hand left your hip to gently take ahold of your jaw, his fingers tilting your head up so he could look deeply into your eyes. All you could see was deep adoration and love swimming in his golden pools, some of his blonde locks falling into his face as he looked down on you. “In the sunshine, flying in the sky.”

He gave you a gorgeous smile before he spun you, his hands intertwining with yours once more as he cheesily started his little salsa dance once more. You giggled as you copied him, your bodies moving languidly together as one as he watched your every move.

“I know I’m feeling so much more than ever before. And so, I’m giving more to you than I thought I could do.” He began to whistle once more, his body coming closer to yours as he twirled you around again, your back connecting with his chest.

“Now I know love is real,” he sang, his voice lower and right in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you, your bodies swaying together gently.

“So when sky high, as the angels try, letting you and I, fly love.”

His song ended with a soft and satisfying strum of a guitar and you stayed still for a moment, his arms and crimson wings encasing your body in a warm hug.

“You’re so beautiful,” Hawks murmured, leaning down to comfortably rest his head between the junction of your neck and your shoulder. His lips pressed a soft kiss against your skin. You hummed in response, enjoying his company as the two of you stood together under the setting sun on your shared patio.

“You mean everything to me, (Y/n),” he said quietly, pressing another kiss to your neck. “You’re so gorgeous and funny and sexy. I can’t believe a man like me wound up with an amazing girl like you.”

You smiled and turned around in his embrace, meeting his gaze once more. Your hands cupped his cheeks, the feeling of his short stubble brushing against your thumbs.

“I love you so much, my songbird,” Hawks said. There was an emotional prick at your heart for just a moment as your entire body was filled with serotonin. Keigo watched as a stupidly happy smile spread across your face and he smiled too, his hands moving to cup your face as well.

In one fluid motion, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was tender. His lips moved against yours softly, your eyes fluttering closed as he brought you close. It lasted only a moment, and when the two of you pulled away, you could feel the buzzing sensation on the spots where his lips met yours.

Hawks smoothed his thumbs over your skin as he simply looked at you, taking in every detail about you.

He wasn’t lying when he said he couldn’t believe he wound up with someone as amazing as you.

Your personality, your looks, your witty remarks, your hobbies. Everything about you entranced him. He had fallen wings over heels for you the moment you smiled at him.

“I love you, (Y/n),” he said.

“I love you too, Keigo.”

#hawks x reader #hawks fluff #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami fluff #hawks #hawks bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #fluff

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years ago

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You know what-

This just came to me I’m this horny...I need to go to sleep man I really do smh.

...........

If Erik yells at you like this you will jump and yes your heart will skip a few beats. You might sweat a little and keep your mouth shut but your pussy ain’t calm. Nope. As soon as he quiet all that big nigga shit down you will take off your clothes and you will arch your back. No hesitation. No second thought. You’ll even spread that pussy open for him to see just how sopping wet you really are from all that energy he worked up. While he’s heaving, sweating, and heavily breathing your popping your ass and pussy.

“Did you even hear what the fuck I just said, Y/N?”

He thinks you can’t tell because of the darker grey sweats he’s wearing but you can see that fat ass dick clear as day. Matter of fact, you saw that heavy thang bouncing, rotating, and swaying when he was raving. No matter how mad this man is all you want him to do is dig deep in your pussy with that thick ass pipe.

“What the fuck you looking at, HUH?”

“You-“

“Don’t fucking look at me I’m fucking mad at you.”

“Just come and give me some dick-“

“That’s all you ever want is this dick, girl, shit, didn’t I just fuck you earlier today? Twice? Goddamn a nigga can’t even be upset without you bending over.”

“Take all that anger and frustration out on this pussy.”

He will give in soon, Erik can’t stay away from your pussy for long and if he had to that nigga will be in your shit for hours and hours until he’s satisfied. The twerking you were currently doing while arched as steep as Filbert between Leavenworth and Hyde was definitely gaining his attention. The thunder clap of your cheeks had your pussy making the gushiest noises in the world and all he wanted to do was stand there and glare at you with a vein popping out the middle of his forehead.

“I’m waiting,” You taunt him with a coy smile, “All this creamy pussy and you wanna stand there like a big ass cry baby. Come over here and work this pussy.”

“Your little ass ain’t tired of me yet? I warned you I don’t know how many times that this dick will have you screaming bloody murder and yet you keep craving me...”

“I never had dick like yours so you should be proud, Daddy,” You rub your clit from the back, “Oooh, shit I’m so damn horny-“

“All you’re gonna do is beg for me to stop and run like always,” Erik chuckles dryly, “How you whine about wanting daddy’s big dick if you can’t even take it?”

“I’ll take that shit right now, the fuck,” You spreads your pussy lips with both hands, “Just put it as deep as it can go and I’ll throw it back on you. You ain’t even gotta move, Daddy I’ll make both of us cum, what do you say?”

“Is that right? I ain’t gotta do all the work this time? No charley horses? I just might whip this dick out and give it to your greedy ass-“

“Less talking, more digging,” You bring your hand down and under the bridge your body formed, curling a single finger at him, “C’mere mean ass.”

When Erik kisses his teeth and gave in, your pussy throbbed. When he pulled his sweats down to reveal that smooth cum delivering stick of his you damn near praised him for how BIG and beautiful it is. All that thick dick on him. Now you were reminiscing about the first time you saw his dick. You remembered how you told him you don’t have sex on the first date and that includes giving head but somehow when he pulled up to your crib you couldn’t help yourself. It was his smell, his raspy and deep voice, those dark and sexy eyes, how he asserted his dominance in the faintest of ways, the fact that he didn’t even brag on his dick or anything for that matter he just showed you...

( Erik...I know I said that I don’t fuck on the first date but I just wanna sit on that beautiful dick! )

“C’ mon, girl, fuck this dick,” Erik brought you back to the present, “let’s go, put this dick in that pretty puss and FUCK IT,” He says with a grunt.

“Fuckkkkk,” You gasp and squeal when Erik’s dick was finally buried inside of you.”

“You know what you need in your life,” Erik slaps both of your ass cheeks, “all that fucking wet wet on this dick.”

“Umph,” You start tossing your ass back with all your might. Erik simply stood there with a scowl on his handsome face and his jaw clenched tightly. The pressure in your guts didn’t make you flinch this time around and even though Erik glared menacingly at your magnificently arched back and round booty he couldn’t help but to be impressed with how well you were consuming him. That pussy was eating the dick.

“Daddy, talk to me,” You spoke between panting breaths and a few swallows of spit.

“I love watching that ass bouncing like that,” He says through clenched teeth.

“Oooh, fuck-“

“Gawddd, what a nasty whore,” He says with a deep husky voice.

“So fucking deep,” You slow down, winding your hips and bringing it back slow so you could feel every inch of his thickness in that creamy pussy.

“I know you can go harder than that, you want me to take over?”

You smile slyly. You knew what that meant. Daddy is about to give you a good pounding.

“You know I’m still mad at you, right?”

“Yessssssssss, Daddy-“

“Cream like that for me, baby-“

“Daddy I do cream like that for you...you make me so wet baby-“

That pussy got so wet while your ass just kept bouncing off of him. So wet his dick kept slipping out. Erik grew frustrated each time it slipped out and when he would put it back in he would fuck you harder than the last time.

“Love that sound,” He says with a gruff tone.

“Just like that, Daddy,” You encourage his forceful strokes, “Daddy yes I’m gonna fucking cum keep going!”

“I feel that grip on me,” Erik yanks your hair, “I got so much cum waiting just for you in my nuts, baby-“

“YES!” You scream.

“Oh you’ll get more, baby-“

“Make me cum! Make me cum! I need more!”

“Wait for your turn little slut.”

#nahimjustfeelingit-writes

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annhellsing · 4 years ago

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Vertigo

notes: i have more asmo wares to peddle since people like to sleep on him when he’s legit the hottest. smh. anyway, for us asmo-fuckers, enjoy!!! rating: SUUUUUPER explicit, this is set during one of asmo’s team bonding orgies pairing: asmodeus / gender neutral reader word count: 2,401

The space between fingers, lips and legs-- that is heaven.

He can’t watch you because a pretty woman with ice-blue eyes laid a pink blindfold over his. Asmodeus stares at the warm-black haze when he tries to see through the fabric. But there are other ways to look at things, he can still smell your wild-rose perfume and the feel your hair tickling his cheek.

You’re not quite above him, that’s someone else. Someone distant and forgettable, even as his cock makes them writhe in pleasure. Asmodeus does not know their name, he knows no-one’s name save yours. And he moans it, high and piercing even as others try to move his heart.

He reaches out for you, blind and open-mouthed. Slack-jawed and bound. But he can’t move an inch, he’s tied to the headboard with a length of silk. Of course, he doesn’t remember the fact of whoever did the tying-- he was looking at your smiling mouth.

“You’ve been very naughty,” you said, he can remember that with perfect clarity. You were on top of him, then and your hot teeth worried rosebud-love bites onto his neck. You made him beautiful, though he could never admit to that.

It is his greatest delight to be very, very naughty. But this romp, this tryst is standing-room only. His large, lavish bedroom is densely packed with writhing bodies and heady moans. Mouths accept offerings of all kinds, people either fight for a place next to the avatar of lust or they resign themselves to whatever fun they can have.

You hold a place of honour, so much so that Asmodeus considers this week’s orgy to have been a blind compulsion. He really doesn’t care for the stranger who’s holding his legs apart. Nor for the one who’s cock is trying to tickle his insides. It feels very dull, the spark of electricity he chases so earnestly is exclusive only to you.

“Does it feel good?” a deep voice asks above the din of the lascivious throng. Asmodeus answers to the one he cares for, letting his head fall sideways.

“You feel like sin itself,” he pants as you put your hand to his throat. You give an experimental squeeze and revel in his graceless whine. “More, more--”

The fool between his perfect thighs must mistake his private moans for open conversation. He thrusts more earnestly, but it’s the gentle increase in pressure on his jugular that makes Asmodeus keen.

“You look so pretty,” he hears you, your mouth is flush against his ear. All at once, he is alone with you in a big bed. No one else bothers you, you tie him where you see fit and play with him how you like. And it is enough.

“Love me,” he starts, tripping over words as you loosen your grip so he can speak. “Tell me you love me. Say it. I need to hear it.”

Asmodeus hears you giggle, which makes unholy heat bloom in his lower stomach. Someone who is not you takes his cock in their mouth. He thrusts in an almost pedestrian way for a few moments, until--

“Oh, I will always love you,” you whisper. And he stops dead. He does not try, even in passing, to pretend he’s pleased with lesser people’s attempts at pleasure. “You already know that.”

“But it’s nice to hear you say it,” he replies, his voice is strained and broken. Your hand leaves his neck, moving up his cheek and tracing the sharp line of his jaw.

“You hear it all the time,” you exclaim, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Everyone here loves you,” Asmodeus shakes his head only once before falling still again.

Your index finger presses against his lower lip. Then, another does beside it. The order is clear, if unspoken-- no more talking, open your mouth. Suck.

His lips, pink and swollen from your many kisses do as they’re bid. They part and his warm tongue darts over the ends of your fingers. Asmodeus takes them in his mouth without complaint, and he’s grateful for it. He isn’t sure how he would phrase that the only confession with any meaning comes exclusively from you.

He holds your fingers in his mouth, swirling the tip of his tongue over your nail and making you giggle. You sound like music when you laugh. Asmodeus feels you shift, feels you rise to sit beside him. Your warm chest nuzzles against him and he gives a contented hum, though it’s somewhat muffled.

“You seem bored, lover,” you drop your voice so low that it can’t be heard through the lecherous cacophony. He hums again, this time in confirmation. It makes you tut. “Everyone’s working so hard to please you.”

“You think I care about them?” he asks, turning his head away from your fingers so he can speak. To his credit, he’s quiet as you are. “I wish it were you.”

“Who? Who do you wish was me?” you ask, just to be a tease. It makes him whine.

“Everyone, please, I wish--” he stares blankly at the inside of the blindfold, until the imagined outline of your face becomes partially visible. Asmodeus lunges at you, his mouth is smeared with lipstick from nearly three-dozen lovers.

And the only kiss he craves is the one you give.

“Don’t be ungrateful,” you say. You’re not where he thought you were. When he twists, making the man inside him shout in surprise, Asmodeus kisses your cheek instead. “Everyone’s trying so hard to make you happy.”

“But you don’t even have to try,” he insists, “I just want you, why can’t I have you?”

“Asmodeus, you’re being naughty again,” you warn. He shakes his head like he doesn’t care, his fringe falls over his blindfold. You smooth it back and he chases the feeling of your hand.

“Punish me, then,” he says it so quickly that his words run together. “Make everyone else go away and then you can--”

You cut him off with a kiss so searing that it’s nearly painful. He moans into your mouth, against your teeth that sink into his lower lip. You hold his chin, angling it and putting strain on his neck. But, he thinks, if it weren’t for the blindfold he would be looking at you. That makes it worth it.

“Your punishment is going to be waiting patiently until your friends have had their fill of you,” you say. He’s heard you talk like this before, the sound of your voice biting twice as hard as teeth. It makes him shiver. “You invited them here, after all.”

Asmodeus tries pouting, but it’s a rare day in hell that it works. Your heart can be like ice and it is very rarely moved when he’s being difficult.

“But, since I’m not cruel--” Asmodeus perks up at that, turning his head and nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “You’re allowed to pretend that the only one touching you is me.”

The whole evening he’s been passively interested in the romantic attentions of others, but the fantasy that you were behind every act excites him more than he would like to admit. He stiffens and twitches in an anonymous mouth, thrusting forward out of habit when he finds something to strike his fancy. Asmodeus squirms, mouth open to agree. But he’s only able to nod enthusiastically.

You kiss him again, softer this time and he can feel the smile on your face. You must look beautiful, perhaps more beautiful even than him. But the thought of that inspires no jealousy or discomfort, only an aching desire to bask in it.

But his blindfold stays put. Idly, you muse about it aiding in his ability to visualize. You take up the same spot as before, tucked up against his side. You’re in a prime location to whisper salacious things, but for a tense moment you say nothing. Then--

“Well?” you ask, “Entertain me. You invited me here, what are you feeling now that I’ve given you this brand new fantasy?”

“It feels like sunshine,” he sighs, “your mouth is so warm.”

You don’t bother to glance at the head bobbing between his legs, nor at the hips thrusting in and out of him. But you lift an eyebrow and ask,

“And how do I feel inside you, hm?” Asmodeus gasps. He focuses, just for a second, on the sensation that was once so tiresome.

Instead of answering, his toes curl. He begins to move as much as he can in time with the man who bucks into him. Though not one to usually entertain salacious thoughts --preferring to act on them when possible-- Asmodeus is more than enamoured.

If there were more of you, you could take him every which way until he tired. The idea makes him wish he was allowed to touch you. He would put his arms around your waist, bury his head in your neck and beg for more. And all without any idea of what more he could possibly have.

But as it stands, he’s immobile. He shivers and shakes like a leaf on the bed, blind to the truth that there is only one of you. And he would like to stay that way forever.

“Use your words,” you whisper, your voice is more of a growl than before.

“Y-You feel so good,” he tries. Quantifying the volume of sensations in words is impossible. Everything feels perfect when it comes from you.

Another set of hands, your hands reach out and explore his chest. With another two thrusts, you decide you’re done fucking him and detangle yourself. Your open mouth leaves his cock and begins to press sloppy kisses to his hips.

Someone else --no, you, it’s you-- takes up the vacant spot between his spread legs. You line up your cock and sink inside. Asmodeus wonders if he might scream himself hoarse at this rate.

He’s become the loudest participant by far, shouting in bliss far louder than anyone else.

“That’s it,” you mumble encouragement. Your warm hands explore his bruised, soft chest.

In sharp contrast with the brutal pace of your thrusts, you touch him gently. His abdomen is riddled with lip-prints and bite-marks aplenty, a canvas of red and purple and pink. You have no interest in pressing on bruises when he’s so vulnerable. You don’t want to break him just when he’s starting to behave.

You hum around his cock, swirling your tongue over the head. You take him all with a feverish desire to please, something that nearly draws him out of the fantasy until he’s swept up in another kiss.

Everything else goes a bit blurry, it’s easier to pretend. Asmodeus resolves to enjoy himself, to dream for as long as he can that you can love him in so many ways. You draw him in, careful not to force him to contort too painfully. He’s proven time and time again to be sturdier than he looks, but you’ll take no chances.

“Say it,” you whisper when you pull apart. “Say that you love me, let me hear it.”

“O-oh,” Asmodeus stutters. His cheeks are on fire. He trips on his words not because the frantic thrusting has stopped, but because he can feel your weight move away from him.

He wonders if he’s underwater for a moment, drifting in a rose-tinted ocean of bliss. The metaphor is ridiculous and yet entirely appealing. Your voice is distant, clouded and clipped like you’re speaking to someone else. He hears you tell someone to get off.

This time, it isn’t something stiff and hot that presses inside him. Two fingers, lovely and familiar take their time. And a soft, warm hand picks up his wet cock. He didn’t even notice, truth be told, that the mouth it occupied had abandoned him. He doesn’t miss it.

“Oh! I love you!” he exclaims when he realizes what’s happening. It takes a loose pump of your fist and a curl of your fingers to make him realize. Even with the blindfold, he knows this isn’t a game any more.

You’re kneeling between his legs, stretching him with your middle and index finger. Your other hand moves with its own rhythm, teasing and playful in a familiar way. Even the most private acts hold some measure of sweetness when you’re the one to do them.

Asmodeus devolves to babbles, as he always does when you give him your full attention. His cock, though it has been hard for some time, feels so stiff and warm as to be uncomfortable. After such a long time waiting, he has what he needs.

“I love you, too,” you say. Your voice sounds a little clearer. “You can come, I give you permission.”

He didn’t know he didn’t have it, but to do so for anyone else would’ve been deeply wrong. He isn’t sure when that became acceptable, when his tastes became so entwined with your presence. But now that he has what he wants, a private moment amid chaos with you, every good feeling comes crashing down around him.

There’s a wail of your name, making every other sound in his bedroom seem like a whisper. You curl your fingers, focusing in on that very sensitive spot and pumping his cock through his numbing orgasm.

It takes a while for him to stop twitching. The party winds down slowly after Asmodeus’ electric presence is dulled. You do as he does, for the most part, tuning out participants and friends.

You prepare to take care of your lover in a different way, untying his legs and arms after slowly pulling down his blindfold. He looks a sight, his mascara reduced to two smears down his cheeks. Every colour of lipstick is mottled over his mouth and neck.

“So pretty,” you whisper as he pushes himself up. Asmodeus wastes no time in pushing himself on top of you.

You hug him, falling back on the bed and letting him get comfortable on your chest. Though he flinches at putting weight on his fresh bruises, he seems very much unwilling to move.

“Was I good?” he asks into your neck. The sound is barely louder than your earlier whispers. For all his hollering, this is something he would rather keep private.

“Mhm,” you reply, turning your head and kissing just above his ear. “You were perfect.”

#asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x mc #obey me!#obey me #shall we date #shrugs this is bad #but i love him so dearly #nsft #anniewrites

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locria-writes · 4 years ago

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Would cheating on Lothar with Val be enough to piss him off to the point of being Big Angy? I want to see,,,, forceful dubcon-bordering-on-noncon Lothar so bad it makes me stupid 😔

anons really be out here enabling my awful life choices smh (also help i need an adult after writing this)

You cry out when Lothar roughly pushes you face-down on the bed. "P-please...can't we talk...?"

"Talk?" He grabs a fistful of your hair, but doesn't pull on it like you expect him to. His other hand is pushing your skirts up to your waist. "We've talked about this countless times now, haven't we?"

"I-I'm sorry...! Please, one more -- "

"One more chance?" You flinch at how uncaring he sounds, and from the cool air hitting your now-exposed lower body. "How many times does this make now? Ten? Eleven? Twelve? Do you take me for some fool?"

A part of you wishes to scream out that it's his fault for this -- if he weren't so overbearing, if he weren't so restrictive, if he weren't so controlling -- but your voice dies in your throat when you feel the familiar leather of his gloves on your neck. There's no real force to it, but if there's one thing you've learnt from being with him, it's how unpredictable he can be.

He leans down, warm lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs, "It didn't have to be like this. If you were a good girl and did as you were told, we wouldn't be in this unpleasant situation, no?" His voice is as smooth and gentle as silk, but there's a steel edge to it -- an edge you've only ever heard him use on others.

Lothar moves away a bit, and you hear the sound of clothes rustling. Before you can glance back, he pushes your face into the mattress, and pulls you up by the hips, forcing you to arch your back rather uncomfortably. Something hot and hard brushes against your backside, and you don't need to look to know what it is.

You hold your breath, trying to figure out what he's going to do. He's rubbing himself along your slit, occasionally letting the tip of his cock dip into you, but nothing more. Then he moves higher, and you feel your stomach drop. He...he can't possibly be planning to do anything there, right?

As if sensing your trepidation, Lothar laughs cruelly. "What's got you so afraid, my darling rose?" The endearments sounds like poison from his tongue. You can't help but tense when you feel him press into it slightly, eyes shut in preparation for the pain.

To your relief, he doesn't actually go further, and instead, shifts his attention back lower, before attempting to push the entirety of his swollen member into you. The shriek leaves your lips automatically -- you're nowhere near wet enough for this, and as if it weren't enough pain the first time, it takes him several thrusts before he actually manages to enter you, and you swear that you feel blood.

He doesn't wait for you to adjust before he begins fucking you -- completely devoid of his usual gentleness and concern. He pays no heed to your sobs and cries of pain, that he's hurting you, and that you don't want this. He ignores your pleas for forgiveness, that you're truly sorry and have learnt your lesson. It's like he doesn't see you as a person anymore, that you're just a pretty doll for him to use.

To your shame, it becomes pleasurable somewhere along the way, and soon your cries for him to stop become those for more, and for the first time throughout this ordeal, he happily complies. Your thoughts are barely coherent, lost in the haze of pain and lust, and you think he calls you his little whore, or maybe he called his little rose? The stray thought that he's using his magic to influence you crosses your mind, but honestly, you couldn't care less right now, drunk off of this intoxicating ecstasy.

You lose track of time. Your body feels boneless and hypersensitive, and your throat hurts. You're crying, though you aren't sure why. There's a strange, but not unwelcome, warmth spreading deep inside of you, and you feel Lothar pull out and roll you onto your back.

He's sweaty, and his eyes are a bit wild, but filled with that familiar adoration as he smiles indulgently. "You're my obedient little rose, aren't you?"

Your mouth feels like cotton, but you feel yourself nodding and agreeing anyway. His smile widens as he leans down and kisses you gently on the lips, and all you want is more.

#an absinthian ballad #aab lothar #aab snippets #no context for this snippet bc context is for losers and this is just pwp okay #you know anon you caught me at a really good time ngl #i won't say what game i'm playing but it's honestly totally enabling me to make horrific decisions and i love it #and there's this one scene that's just inspired me to write this along with this ask #s/o to the sadistic coke addicted asshole for inspiring this scene i loved getting his face kicked in #also yes i love my training wheels boyfriend in that game bc he's willing to beat up asshoels for me and that's all i want #Anonymous

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imaginedisish · 6 years ago

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I Think We’re Alone Now (Five Hargreeves x Reader) (The Umbrella Academy)

A/N: BOY AM I MAD. SO this got deleted...presumably because @staff is trash and someone was like “EW SHE’S WRITING FOR A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD!” News flash AIDAN GALLAGHER IS A YEAR BELOW ME IN HIGH SCHOOL. I AM A JUNIOR. HE IS A SOPHOMORE. I JUST TURNED 17. HE IS TURNING 16 IN A FEW MONTHS....IM NOT SOME CREEPY CHILD PEDOPHILE. AND YA KNOW WHAT, THERE IS NOTHING SEXUAL ABOUT THIS IMAGINE! It is PURE FLUFF, and Five and the reader are BOTH 17 IN THIS AU!! I AM NOT SEXUALIZING HIM IN ANY WAY HOLY CRAP. Wow...I’m clearly mad...um...sorry?? I’m just honestly exhausted from my dance competition today. I WON FIRST OVERALL THOUGH...SO YAY! I might write a small headcanon for tonight...but I’m so tired...I might have to take a short break from writing until Sunday, since I’m competing at this competition all weekend. I’ll keep everyone updated. So, for now, here’s a repost of I Think We’re Alone Now...enjoy

Summary: You and Five are seventeen, and have just started dating, but you feel the need to hide your relationship from the rest of the Hargreeves. One night, you decide to sneak into Five’s room, and chaos somewhat ensues…

Warnings: MEGA FLUFFFFFFF AHHhhhh! Language, awkward reference to sex from Luther bc Luther is Luther…smh Luther.

Word Count: 2,883

Stars twinkle brightly above you, dancing whimsically in the dark night sky. The crisp autumn breeze passes through you, sending a chill down your spine. You shiver as you stare up at the brick building in front of you. Your heart begins to beat rapidly as you contemplate what is was you were about to do. You were going to sneak into Five’s room.

Five had told you, “It’s the second window from the left, south side of the Academy, third floor. Come around 9:30, okay?” No matter how nervous you were about the matter, you simply couldn’t say no.

You knew you’d have to be discrete, since the rest of the Hargreeves were unaware of your relationship with Five. They knew you were close friends with him; you were friends with the entire family, especially since they were helping you develop your power, levitation. However, because you had grown so close with the family, you and Five agreed that his siblings couldn’t find out about your relationship.

In truth, there was no ‘known’ force stopping you and Five from being together. You were both 17, you were both supers, and you were both extremely similar. You liked the same music: David Bowie, Arctic Monkeys, Arcade Fire, and The Strokes. You were both unbelievably witty, as you constantly bounced remarks and comebacks off of one another. Most importantly, you liked each other. In fact, you thought there was a chance you could love the boy.

But still, you had agreed with Five that no one could know. Maybe it was the fear of judgement that created the secret, or possibly the fear of disapproval. You knew that Five’s siblings had developed a liking to you, as you had essentially become a part of the family, but you weren’t sure if they would like you as Five’s girlfriend.

So, over the past month, as opposed to going on dates like normal couples do, you and Five had snuck around the city together, going on dates to Griddy’s, and having picnics in the park. Sometimes you two secretly hid away in his room, chatting and listening to music. You hated hiding things from Alison, Diego, Luther and Klaus, but as of right now it seemed as though it had to be done.

A cold breeze snaps you back to reality. The wind begins to pick up again, grabbing at your green, turtle neck sweater. You pull at your sweater, softly pressing it down against your body as your hair begins to take flight next. You groan in annoyance, wanting to be inside with Five instead of out in the cold.

You take a deep breath. I can do this, You think to yourself, yanking up the right sleeve of your sweatshirt, and then nervously scratching your forearm. While you were growing better at controlling your abilities, you weren’t always able to hold them for an extraneous period of time. Levitating yourself was also something that challenged you. More often than not, you would usually fall once you were around four feet in the air.

Obviously, that was nowhere near enough for a journey up the side of the Academy. The Academy was massive, and it’s size still amazed you, regardless of the fact that you had been here millions of times before.

You search the ground for a pebble, so you could let know Five you had arrived in a more romantic way, as opposed to sending him a text message. You quickly find a perfectly smooth, grey, round pebble next to your feet. You pick up the pebble and aim towards Five’s window. With a light throw and a tap, the pebble reaches Five’s window. The action was a bit “Romeo and Juliet,” (minus the double suicide at the end, of course), but it was fitting in the moment.

Seconds later, a pair of dark blue eyes meet your own. Five smirks at first, but his smile quickly widens, almost as if the longer he stared at you, the happier he became. Your heart flutters in your chest, and you smile back. He begins to crack open the window, his bangs falling in front of his eyes in the process.

“Come on up,” Five says loud enough for you to understand him, but low enough for no one else to hear him. You nod your head, swallowing harshly, nerves rushing through your body.

You close your eyes, imagining yourself floating in the air. Slowly, your feet lift up from the concrete. The wind swirls around you, helping you grow higher. You open your eyes, noticing that you were just one floor away from where Five’s room resided. You push the air down with the palms of your hands, and you levitate up to the next level.

I did it, I actually did it, You think to yourself, pride swelling in your gut as you finally reach Five’s window. After so much tiring training, and so much effort, you were finally able to fly.

There was Five, his smile growing wider now that you were face to face. His piercing blue eyes twinkle in the moonlight, just as the stars had been. No, in fact…his eyes were more brilliant than the stars. Stars held so much importance, serving as guides for the lost, wish granters for those who longed for something more…but that was what Five was for you. You didn’t need the metaphorical presence of a constellation. You already had that, wrapped up in the package of a 17 year old boy that you were growing to love.

He extends a hand out to you, inviting you inside. “Grab my hand, I’ve got you. You won’t fall, I promise.” He says. You fly closer to him in response, lifting your arm towards Five as he takes your hand in his.

However, just as you had been doing so well, a sensation of weakness overcomes you. You feel yourself beginning to lose control as you attempt to change your position, as to fly into the room horizontally.

“Shit,” You mutter, your eyes searching Five’s in fear. “I don’t think I can control this any longer,” Your voice is shaky, and your entire body begins to tremble. You had never flown for this long, and it was becoming too much to handle.

“Yes you can, (Y/N),” Five says, squeezing your hand tighter in his own. He tugs on your hand slightly, helping you get a bit farther inside the room. At this point, your shoulders are through the window, but that was it. Thoughts race around your mind as your powers weaken even further.

Suddenly, the pressure you normally feel between yourself and the air around you begins to fade away.

“Five!” You scream, as you feel yourself starting to fall. You grab onto the windowsill, attempting to hold yourself up. Five grabs onto your arms, pulling you quickly, yet carefully into his room. With one final pull from Five, you fall onto the floor of the room.

Five drops down to where you fell, reaching out his arms to help you stand up. “Are you okay?” He asks, concern prominently filling his voice as you stand to the ground with his help.

You take a second to catch your breath. “I’m fine, just a bit shaken up is all,” You say, smiling lightly. “And I’m much better now…” You pause, a bit nervous to finish your sentence. “You know, since I’m with you.”

Five smiles widely. “That was cheesy, but I like it, and only like it because I like you.” Your heart does a back flip in your chest at the sound of his words. Now that things have calmed down a bit, you recognize how close you are to Five. It feels as though you’re an inch away from Five’s face, since neither of you had moved from where he had helped you stand up.

“You can’t call me cliche or cheesy if you’re saying things like that,” You state sarcastically, crossing your arms in protest. Five steps a bit closer, uncrossing your arms as he takes your hands in his. He was never like this with anyone else. He was usually so cold, so distant, so sarcastic with his siblings. But with you, Five was kind, sweet, and overall an entirely different person. You two could sit on the edge of his bed, listening to music for hours, his fingers carefully combing through your hair. The only time either of you got up was to change the record that was spinning on the turntable in the left corner of Five’s room.

Five takes another step closer to you. He studies your face for a bit, his eyes often landing on your lips. This makes you a bit nervous, since you two hadn’t kissed yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. God, did you want to. It was more or less that you were scared. You had never kissed anyone before, and quite honestly, this was your first ‘real’ relationship. You didn’t want the kiss to be bad, and you especially didn’t want to disappoint Five.

With one more step, Five becomes so close to your face that his breath tickles your nose a bit. He looks deeply into your eyes. “Can I just kiss you already?” Five asks, smirking a bit.

Your heart practically thumps out of your chest as you nod your head. Shit, this is it, You think to yourself.

Suddenly, Five’s lips come crashing down on your own. His lips are warm, and surprisingly sweet, moving slowly against yours. You hum a bit, beginning to feel more comfortable. Five smiles against your lips before pressing another soft kiss onto them.

Then, to your dismay, Five pulls away from you, leaving a slightly cold sensation where he had once been. You wanted more, but you knew you would just have to wait for the next time you had the opportunity to kiss Five.

Five grins a bit, his hands still holding yours. “You’re absolutely incredible, (Y/N).” Heat quickly rushes to your cheeks, and you can feel yourself becoming red. Five laughs at your new color, his dark, chocolate bangs bouncing against his forehead in the process.

“Don’t laugh!” You jokingly reprimand.

“Too bad, I already did. You’re just…” Five pauses a bit, anxiously scratching the back of his neck. “…well you’re cute when you get all frazzled like that,” Five mumbles, hoping you can’t hear him as he lets go of your hands and walking over to one of his many bookshelves. He pulls out a record from the shelf. He picked out one of your favorite records, ‘Bookends’ by Simon and Garfunkel.

“Is that new? I didn’t think you had Bookends,” You question.

Five can’t help but smirk. “I may have gotten it because of you,” He says softly, walking over to brown turntable in the corner. He takes the record out of it’s sleeve, and carefully places it on the turntable. He turns the machine on, and the record begins to spin. He slowly allows the needle to come down on the record, and “Bookends Theme,” begins to play.

There were no lyrics to the song, yet there was something so romantic about the incredibly short melody. Maybe it was the perfect plucking of the guitar strings, or maybe it was simply the chord progression itself. Regardless, the song made your heart flutter in your chest, more than it already was. Five walks over to his bed, and takes a seat on the edge. He pats the spot next to him, inviting you to sit with him. You smile, and walk over to the bed.

As you sit down, Five instantly raps an arm around your waist. Your head rests against Five’s shoulder, and you close your eyes. You never wanted this moment to end. Everything seemed so absolutely perfect.

Five began to lean back towards the bed, and you followed him, your back eventually crashing down onto the bed. You push yourself up farther so your feet are no longer hanging off the bed, and Five does the same. Five wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. Your eyes now struggle to stay open, as you hear the sound of sleep calling your name. You allow yourself to give in, closing your eyes tightly.

You’re still awake as ‘Old Friends’ begins to play. The song is soft and calm. You listen closely to Five’s heart beat, which in contrast with the song is incredibly loud and fast. You open your eyes, looking up at Five.

“Are you okay? Your heart is practically beating out of your chest,” You say, concern heavy in your voice, picking up your head slightly to get a better look at Five’s face. Five’s piercing blue eyes find yours.

He swallows harshly. “I’m fine, it’s just,” He pauses for a second, contemplating his words as he looks up at the ceiling above. “Having you here with me, like this, I’m nervous…I guess…” Five trails off. “Having you here is exciting, it’s special.”

You smile resting your head back down on his chest. You close your eyes again, feeling at peace. “Hey Five?” You whisper.

“Yeah, (Y/N)?” Five responds.

“I like you, a lot,” You say, a smile spreading across your face.

“I-,”

Then, abruptly, Five is cut off by a loud knock at the door. You and Five practically jump up from where you had been laying down.

“Five! Turn your music off. It’s too late for this shit!” You hear Diego call out from the other side of the door. You and Five say nothing as Five rushes over to the record player to turn the music off. “Also, did you take my comb again?”

“No I didn’t take your fucking comb, Diego!” Five shouts back, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t believe you,” Diego says angrily. “I’m coming in to find it!”

“Shit!” Five mutters, his eyes widening with fear.

“What are we going to do?” You ask as the knob of the door twists, and the door creeks open. There’s nowhere to hide. You’re absolutely screwed.

Diego steps through the door, his eyes instantly landing on you. “Five, what’s (Y/N) doing in your room at 10 o’clock at night?” His eyes deeply cut through Five’s soul. Five takes a deep breath, preparing himself to explain the truth to Diego.

“Well, um, you see-,”

Klaus pops his head through the door. “Where did the Simon and Garfunkel go? I was having a good-,” Klaus stops talking as his eyes land on you. “Uh oh looks like we’ve go two troublesome teens on our hands, now don’t we?” Klaus cackles like a hyena.

Five scoffs. “Don’t you have some ouija board to be talking to right about now?” Five says, annoyed, taking a step towards Klaus.

Klaus crosses his arms against his chest. “You know what, just for that,” Klaus cups his hands, bringing them next to his mouth as if he was going to call a group of children to dinner. “Luther! Allison! Clean up on aisle ‘teenage love’! Immediate assistance required! Thank you!” He brings his hands back down, slapping them against the side of his thighs.

Five responds by showing Klaus his middle finger.

Seconds later, Luther and Allison are standing at the door. Luther’s jaw drops to the ground, and Alison begins to laugh lightly.

“Come on, you guys didn’t see this coming?” Allison asks, laughing still.

“Quite honestly, I suppose it was bound to happen eventually,” Klaus agrees. Luther and Diego nod along to Klaus’s point.

“I mean, do we let them have their privacy?” Diego asks, leaning over to Luther. Luther shrugs his shoulders.

“I guess so, but clothing stays on! Got it?” Luther commands. Five’s cheeks grow red with embarrassment.

“No shit Sherlock,” Five says, rolling his eyes.

“Alright, let’s leave them alone, boys,” Allison says, pushing her brothers out of the room.

“But I wanted to babysit!” Klaus exclaims, and you can’t help but let out a laugh. Allison is the last person out. She shuts the door behind her.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Five says, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” You say, a smile spreading across your face. Five lays back down, and you follow suit, reverting back to how you and Five had been laying down before. You rest your head on Five’s chest, his heart still beating just as quickly as it had been before.

“So before, you didn’t get to finish what you were saying,” You say to Five. Suddenly, his heart begins to beat faster.

He takes a deep breath. “Well,” He pauses, “I like you too, (Y/N).” Five responds. You can’t see his face, but you know he’s smiling. “I like you a lot. In fact, I think I might like you more than anything else on this planet.” His heart is thumping wildly against his chest now. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers combing gently through your hair.

“I like being here,” You whisper softly.

“I like having you here,” Five responds. You can’t help but smile. You close your eyes yet again, falling asleep in Five’s arms.

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dmcdrabbles · 5 years ago

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Surprise, bishhhh! >:3c Could I trouble you for a smol helping of worshipping Nero juice? Perhaps with that gud gud praise kink, with him tied down and completely at your mercy? I wanna treat the boy right but also tease him silly. Blessings from your vermin friend

I WROTE THIS WHOLE THING AND REALIZED I DIDN’T TECHNICALLY TIE HIM DOWN SMH SMH I hope you’ll forgive me vermin friend. See u in the pit.

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You wake up to Nero’s soft murmuring, and even just the sound of his voice is almost enough to make your chest burst with affection for him. Sure it’s an ungodly hour, but it barely matters; he’s back, and here in your arms where he should be.

He curled around you the minute he got home last night and hasn’t let go since. It’s the first time in weeks you’ve had the steady beat of his heart to lull you to sleep. You’ve missed it almost as much as you’ve missed waking up to him like this.

You prop your chin up on his chest and watch him for a moment. You could memorize every inch of his face and it wouldn’t even come close to being enough. You run a hand up his chest, his neck, rest it on his cheek. His stubble prickles your palm as you bring his face to yours, lips meeting his with a feather-soft touch.

He breathes deep, presses his lips against yours lazily.

“ ‘Morning,” He slurs softly, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Good morning.” You kiss him again and his chest rumbles with a contented hum. His arms languidly tightens around your waist. Your thigh finds the space between his, and you roll on top of him. He’s already hard; whether it’s just morning wood or anything you did doesn’t matter, you press your leg against it and grind yourself against him in a lazy wave. His thigh lifts, just enough extra pressure for your breath to catch in your throat. His hands settle on your ass.

“Missed you too,” He laughs softly, heavy-lidded gaze meeting yours.

You sit up, propping yourself on his chest. He’s occupying himself with watching the movement of your hips, thumbs rubbing soft circles into the base of your spine. You catch his hands, lift them up in front of you to get his attention before you press them down over his head.

“I wanna do something a little different.”

“Different?” His leg twitches up to grind against you and you lift yourself up on your knees, just out of reach.

“Ah ah, listen first.”

“You sure you don’t want to talk later?” He wets his lips, hands twitching under your grip.

“I want you to keep your hands up here,” You let go of his wrists and scoot forward to settle yourself on his hips. His cock presses against your ass. “And just let me handle everything.”

For a moment, Nero looks conflicted- just rolling belly-up and letting you handle everything has never been his style. But he’s still drowsy enough that hedonism wins out, you can see it in the way his blush travels down his neck. He clutches the headboard.

“This okay?” He asks, almost shyly.

“That’s perfect.” You coo, and he gives the slightest twitch. Interesting.

All Nero wears to sleep is a pair of boxers; with him spread out beneath you like a feast you’re finally getting a chance to really appreciate him. You take a few precious moments to run your gaze over every inch of him. His skin almost glows in the haze of the early morning sun. His chest puffs up a little under your watchful eye.

“You can look and touch, y'know,” That cute little blush travels down his chest. You giggle and press a languid kiss against his throat.

“Just taking in the view.” You trail your kisses to the side of his neck, suck a bruise onto his pale skin. It’s the only point of contact between you two, and you alternate the touch; one minute it’s the press of your lips and then next it’s the scrape of your teeth. You work your way down his body, peppering the expanse of his chest with little red hickies trailing down, down, down until you’ve reached the hem of his boxers. They’re fully tented and when you look up at him he’s all but gnawing on his lip- it does little to stifle his gasp as you hook your fingers under the waistband.

And then you stop and sit up, tilting your head down at him.

“What the hell?” He hisses between his teeth, forearms flexing as he grips the headboard tighter. You run your fingertips over his chest and his back arches up into the touch.

“Hm,” You tap your chin with your free hand, “The bruises are all already healed. Guess I should make some more.”

Nero growls. “I thought you said you’d handle it-”

“Don’t worry, Nero.” You spread his thighs and settle yourself between them. “I’ve got you.”

You palm his cock and press a kiss just to the side of his knee- you’re not sure which gets the bigger reaction, his legs reflexively clamping up around you as his head rolls back against the pillow. He gets it now, surely, but still he almost squirms out of your grip as your teeth scrape against his inner thigh. You can feel his pulse racing under your lips. As promised, you make a mark. Then another. A bloom of bruises trailing up to the apex of his thighs, and they’re already fading even before you make your way to the other leg. He’s grinding up against your palm, trying to find some sort of relief in the friction. The wood creaks under his hands.

“You’re doing so well,” You murmur against his thigh, and his cock twitches in your grip. “Oh? Do you like hearing that?”

Nero buries his face into his arm, legs tensing around your head. He’s blushing so prettily, it’s a shame your marks are already gone. You lean in and press your lips against his shaft.

“Fuck!” He whines, drawing in deep gulps of air as you slide his boxers down his legs. His cock bobs against his stomach, precum dribbling down onto his abs. He doesn’t peek at you until you’re settled over his hips, running soothing hands over his heaving chest.

“Look at me, Nero.” You murmur. You’re only wearing a shirt, large enough that you have to lift it up so he can watch as you press your wet folds against his shaft. He obeys slowly, resting his head back against the pillow. “Good boy.”

This time you can see the way he catches his lip between his teeth. God, he’s gorgeous like this. Every muscle in his chest tightens as you grip his shaft, holding it steady as you press it against your entrance.

You slide down. Just the head in and your hips are already rolling, savoring the familiar stretch as you work your way down his cock inch by inch. Nero’s hips are twitching up to yours, gentle little thrusts that bring you closer and closer to bottoming out- it’s against the rules, technically, he shouldn’t be doing anything at all. Still, it’s hard to chastize him when he’s got that hazy look in his eye and his mouth is dropping open with soft pants.

“Nero,” You moan, grinding down and squeezing his length, “You feel amazing….”

The headboard cracks, and Nero bucks up so hard you bounce on his lap. He bends his legs for leverage and then he does it again, and again, and he’s muttering soft little pleas for more even as his thrusts make your toes curl. Oh dammit.

“T-that’s not…” You manage to slide yourself off of him and sit on his stomach, pinching his thigh to get his attention. “Hey!”

“Oh come on,” He groans, smacking his head back against the pillow in frustration.

“I told you to behave,” You slide further up his chest and curl your fingers in his hair, tilting his head up to look at you. “Either I can ride you or I can just-” You run your hand down your stomach and over your cunt, fingers dipping into your folds so he really catches your meaning, “Handle myself right here.”

Nero sucks his lip between his teeth. His eyes are focused between your legs for a moment, then they finally flick up to yours. “I’ll be good.”

You give Nero a soft kiss before sliding back down on his cock. His chest tenses for a moment, then relaxes again. Obedient. You roll your hips against his, slow grinds of your hips together in a smooth rhythm. It makes Nero twitch under you, the blush all over his face deepening with every soft moan he tries to hold back. It’s more for him somehow, having nothing do to but lay back and just take what you give.

"Louder," You sigh, running a hand up his stomach and onto his chest. His back arches up into your touch and he huffs out a shaky breath as you slide up his shaft. "Let me hear you, Nero."

You drop your hips down, taking him back down to the hilt; a moan bursts out of him, then another. Bouncing on his lap seems to do the trick- it's like he can't keep quiet at all now. Even turning his face into his arm to muffle himself doesn't work, every trembling curse under his breath still crystal clear.

Nero sucks in a sharp breath, "Y/N..." You recognize that soft growl to his voice, the way his eyes lock onto yours even as he tries to turn his face away. "Let me..."

Still trying to talk you into it even as he's racing toward the edge. You plant a hand against his chest for leverage as you grind down again. Your fingers find your clit, and you squeeze around him with a gasp. Nero's eyes roll up. "Do it. Come on."

"Fuck..." He growls, "Y/N...!"

Nero comes with a shout, hips finally bucking up to yours again in stuttering little bursts. You murmur encouragement, voice pitching up into a whine as you reach your own peak. Nero's arms wrap around you and drag you down against his chest, holding your trembling bodies together as you try to catch your breaths.

"Nero," You laugh, jabbing him in the chest with a poke. "I didn't say you could move you arms yet."

"Didn't you?" He presses his lips against the top of your head. "Guess you just gotta tie me up next time."

#wrote this had a breakdown bon appetit #its been so long since ive written i die son #nero x reader #request #anon #dd extra spicy

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alaina-achilles · 4 years ago

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challenge one

((sorry for the kinda short fic haha, I’m getting crazy busy with assignment deadlines smh. anyways thanks for the nice rp anna @arin-schreave. and love our rps as usual ana!! @itssara-oc @itzelbm-oc ))

The etiquette lesson was… uneventful. And I certainly was not ready to be thrown on so much information so early in the morning. Especially with an empty stomach. Luckily I’ve got that covered and ate a packet of oreos in my room before going out. And I’m also lucky I know most of the basics thanks to the gatherings my sisters and I are often forced to attend. My maids were really nice and they did my hair nicely and I opted for a simple and formal dress for the interview.

The interview.

I sigh as I think about it. To be honest, I’m quite… nervous. I've had many interviews in my life before and my mom has certainly prepared me well for each and every one of them. It’s not the cameras that worry me - I’ve had a few interviews with them before on my book and career… It’s the prince. I’m so used to knowing the interviewee well (by doing my research, of course) that I often know just what to say to please them and make them like me. But I know none of that about the prince.

I sigh and bite my lip and turn around to walk to the food when I see the girl I was hoping to see for the entire morning.

“Hey!” I say as a way of greeting. My friend looks up, sees me and immediately smiles.

“Achi!” I smile at the sound of my new nickname. Sara quickly pulls me into a hug. “that quick etiquette class was something…” she lowers her voice. “I'm sure I wasn't the only one who can feel the tense atmosphere.”

“I know what you mean... I’m glad I already know the basics... how are we supposed to learn all of that in one go” I agree with her, shaking my head as I feel sorry for those who have never learnt any of that before. We talk more about the class and decide to start piling food onto my plate. I hope nobody heard my stomach growl.

“You know I'm so tempted to ask to switch seats but I know it probably won't be the best idea.” Sara says as we groan about how far each other are.

I giggle at the thought of Sara asking another girl to switch seats. “yeah, i guess it’ll be a good chance for us to meet new people…” I frown as I stress about how I haven’t actually met anyone else yet. “Have you met any other girls yet?”

Sara chuckles. “I guess you can say that.” She cocks her head to the side and sighs “I've said a few words to some of them but I'm not sure anyone clicked with me like you. How about you?”

I smile at her words. “yeahh I havent really too…” I say with a shake of my head as I think of how I spent the whole night talking to my sisters instead of socializing. I turn to the drink selection and widen my eyes in awe. “I never knew there are SO many types of milk!”

“Ah milk something I wish I could drink but I'm lactose in tolerant” Sara replies with a giggle. “Anyway look at all the food. I'm just hoping to enjoy my time here!” She smiles, but for some reason, it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I don't feel like I'll last one. First of all the prince isn't in my opinion really aware that this is a selection, he has 35 girls hoping to ask for his hand in marriage. Second of all, as someone who was once thinking of marrying the so called love of my life I know he's not completely over his ex, and third there is going to be a lot of drama.”

I cock my head to the side as I think about her words, not expecting that. “Yeah I know what you mean... The prince doesn't seem happy at all.” I sigh. “I honestly don't know what to do with the interview later... hopefully he’ll find someone he can love and be happy about”

She shrugs in response. “I don't know how I'll introduce myself. I could smile and lie or tell him what I really think.” She bites her lip. “I really do hope he finds someone among these girls to make him happy. Or at least someone who would even remotely fall in love with him despite possibly being a rebound. Anyway, do you know who's gonna be at your table? Anyone you wanna be friends with?”

I nod at her words. “That’s true... I think I’d give him one chance, the interview, to see who he really is…” I say with a smile. Sometimes I forget that this selection goes both ways too. I’m not the only one who has to be liked by the prince. “I’m not sure but I think Itzel’s on my table... I haven't met her yet but she was sitting near me during the etiquette class so yeah. You?”

“I wish I could but I myself am in a similar situation as him. And I feel awful I took a place of someone who would have tried harder. Or at least wanted this. Anyways, I'll be cheering for you!!” She says with a smile. “What kind of vibes does she give? She seems cold and intimidating to me. Jen and Andromeda, and a couple more. They seems nice. I just hope I'll be able to make small talk.”

I thank her with a smile. “And I hope you also find the one you love and loves you back... “ I pause as I think about her question. “Itzel... I don’t know, she seems like a bit cool and we didn't say much just now. Hopefully some good food will cheer her up!”

We continue chatting about Itzel and other stuff as we continue to fill our plate. We finally decide to finish our conversation to go and enjoy our food after a short while. I tell her good luck with finding new friends.

She nods and gives me thumbs up. “I will try my best, Achi.” For some reason, I feel like she’s acting a bit off, but I brush it off as nerves from the interview. But as we walk away, I turn back around and mouth “thanks bun” to which she smiles in response. I sigh and look at my plate of food happily as I walk back to my table.

“Hi, Itzel, right?” I say to the girl near me.

She smiles politely, nodding in acknowledgement. “Hello and you are correct, I am Itzel.” She hums in thought as she looks at me. “I am trying hard to remember names and faces, I am bad at this so I am sorry for not quite knowing. I believe your name starts with an A, right?”

I brighten up at her guess. “Yup!! I’m Alaina!” I look at my plate. “How’s the food?” Food is always a good topic to start off.

She chuckles. “Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Alaina. It is delicious. There's quite a few things that are new to me so I'm very happy right now.. You'll enjoy the food very much. Are you excited to meet the Prince after this?”

I smile at her reply and take a bite of my food and widen my eyes. “this IS good!!” I laugh. “ I am! And also quite nervous”

We continue to talk more and I learn that Itzel is into neuroscience.

“Wow neurology and neuroscience... I did a few psychology courses in uni and I struggled so badly with the neuro stuff.” I tell her truthfully with a laugh. “You are one brave girl for wanting to do that.”

Itzel turns out to be super nice as we get to know each other. She also helped calm my nerves as we finished our lovely breakfast. I make a mental note to tell Sara about it.

“Anyway, let your other friend know I'm not THAT bad. I could see her shake every time she looked at me.” Itzel tells me as we stand up, seeming to have read my mind.

“I definitely will!! And good luck on your interview with the prince!” I tell her with a laugh. She smiles and wishes the same to me and soon we are ushered into a waiting room. I look around to find Sara, but can’t see her as I scan the room a few times. I shake my head, she’s probably touching up in the bathroom. I sigh and before I can even choose a new girl to talk to, I’m called into the room.

I take a deep breath and hold my head high like Mom always tells us to as I step into the room filled with cameras. I smile at the cameras and try to keep my walking natural and elegant.

You can do this.

And if all goes wrong, blame your sister. She caused all of this anyways.

I hide my smile at the silly thought and turn my focus to the gorgeous guy that is the prince. While I may not know the prince well, one thing I know for sure. He is definitely good-looking. Despite the lack of a er genuine smile. He must not have been taught acting in his education. I think with a giggle as I keep my smile intact. I don’t miss him looking at my name tag. And I guess, he also didn’t take the time to learn our names.

“Good morning, Lady Alaina, please have a seat.” He says formally, motioning to the sofa.

“Good morning, your highness.” I say with a smile before pausing in slight anxiety. Do I curtsy or…? I decide to quickly bob into one before sitting down hastily. I can instantly hear my mom’s voice in my head.

Be professional, Alaina. Stop with the fidgeting nonsense. You’re a lady, Alaina. And don’t ever drop that smile. You know that’s one of your best physical traits.

Prince Arin sits down next to me gracefully and angles his body towards me. “How are you doing this morning?”

A simple and straight-forward question.

I place my hand on my lap as my mom has taught me to since I was a little kid. “I’m good. I met some of the other girls and that was quite interesting-” I answer. “And also what you’ve been doing the whole morning.” I add with a laugh. “How’s yours?”

He nods at me. “It’s going well, thank you. Did you sleep well?” I vaguely remember some random guy saying their morning had been bad but now that they’ve met me, theirs is perfect. I almost laugh at the memory.

Focus, Alaina.

“I didn't sleep for very long as I was busy talking to my sisters.” I tell him truthfully as I smile fondly at the thought of my sisters. “But the sleep is good, the bed is really comfy!”

He nods. “I’m glad you were able to speak with them. Big changes can be difficult.” His eyes go to the cameras then back to me. I wonder what is he thinking. Does he wish for them to be gone like I do? I wonder if he is different when away from the cameras. I catch myself almost frowning at the thought but quickly smooths my face back to the perfect smile. “Which province are you from?”

“Atlin.” Then I decide to try to make him smile. My friends laugh a lot at this alliteration. “Alaina Achilles of Atlin.”

He does not smile. “And what do you do in Atlin?” I almost frown again as I realize how factual his questions are. All of them should be written in my profile or something…

Maybe it’s all just for the cameras.

“I just got my degree and was in the process of finding a job. I ended up deciding to give writer another try.”

He nods again. “What kind of writing do you do?”

“Fiction…” I look a bit embarrassed as I think about my published book that I’m not very proud of. It was definitely not my best work. I sigh and lower my voice so that only he can hear. “Okay fine, y’all prolly have had people stalked us thoroughly so no point in hiding this... “ I say then louder “I wrote and published a book a few years ago.”

He does not just nod at this! “Oh.” He pauses as his head bobs. “What kind of book? I didn’t read your files so I’m not up to speed on your accomplishments.”

Guess the questions aren’t just for the cameras then.

I almost scoff at his choice of words. “Accomplishments” make this really sound like a job interview. Perhaps it is, in a way. So instead I act surprised and look down as I realize I have to tell him about my book in front of cameras. Not like the media doesn’t know about this already. “it’s a um teen romance…”

“I haven’t read any books from that genre but I’m sure it must be wonderful. Being published is an accomplishment.”

Accomplishment.

“It’s not... it’s a cheesy book written by a sixteen year old…” I peeks at him through my eyelashes. “I’m sure you’re gonna laugh if u ever came across it.”

And for the first time, he actually shakes his head instead of nodding it. “I tend to stick to non fiction so I think you’re safe.” He finishes with a weird expression that looks suspiciously like a ghost of a smile. I soften as I realize how much this is bugging him as it’s bugging me and decide to laugh it off to ease the tension.

“Well it’s actually called “the bad boy ruined my project” so I’m not really worried. Do you like reading?”

“I do, if I can find the time. Your book sounds like something my sister would enjoy.” He looks a teeny bit more relaxed as we talk about something less er formal.

I nod. “Well, then I’ll recommend it to her when I see her. Any favorite genres?”

“I’ll read mostly anything.” I almost roll my eyes at his answer that tells me nothing about him. He glances over at his watch then looks back to me. “Thank you for speaking with me this morning, Lady Alaina, it’s been a pleasure.” He says as he stands up. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay.”

I instantly nod and stand up as well, relieved that this is finally over. “Thank you for your time, your highness. The pleasure’s mine.” I tell him with a smile as I awkwardly bob another curtsy. “You too.” I say as he just looks at me without any expression at all. I hold back a sigh and smile at the cameras again and give them a little wave as I walk back out of the room.

I take a deep breath the moment I step out of my room. I really need to talk to someone. That interview was… nothing that I ever had before. I think about going back into the waiting room, but I really am not in the mood of making small talk with other girls. So I decide to go back into my room. Since I’m one of the first few girls to have finished the interview, the halls should be nice and quiet.

As I walk up the stairs to my room, I hear a bit of hushing and then a closing of a door followed by the sound of the door locking. I ignore the sound as I walk past the first two rooms to my room. As I walk past Sara’s room. I pause. There seems to be someone else in the room with her… But I know for sure, she isn’t due to have her interview until later…

I shake my head and decide she has probably met a new friend. Despite myself, I can’t help but feel a bit sad. Even Sara’s making new friends, probably someone she enjoys the company of over me since I haven’t been to her room before. What am I doing here? I ask myself as I walk into my own room and unzip my dress.

Not bothering to pull my dress off, I reach for my phone and call my sisters.

#challenge #selection oc #alaina #sara #itzel #arin

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alkalinesims · 6 years ago

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Episode 9.

Previously on Rising Sun...

Episode Nine.

Despite the fiasco that was her morning and the storm that was brewing outside, Soleil was looking forward to her night. She hadn’t been able to hang out with Ayana for almost a month. She had recently been promoted to Surgeon General at Willow Creek Hospital, so they hadn’t had nearly as much time to hang out as they normally would. With a deep breath, Soleil decided that she wasn’t going to let bullshit with Darien ruin an evening with one of her best friends. Cookie dough in hand, she was determined to have a fun girls-night in.

As if they had never been apart, they fell into their girls-night routine. They would have these every week back when Ayana was just doing clinicals. But it was always the same. Ayana would put cookies on to bake, Soleil would pour them wine, they would put face masks on at the kitchen sink, and then they’d watch Simflix. They had made camp on the couch in front of the tv, their treats and goodies spread across the table in front of them, “Soo, what’s new? How’s life as a Surgeon GeNeRaL ?”

“It’s busy, but I love it. It’s everything I thought it would be.” Ayana slowly whirled the Von Haunt Estate Meloire around in her wine glass, a thoughtful look on her face.

“I’m so happy for you, you’re moving up the medical ladder so quick!” Soleil was so proud of Ayana, she was doing so well. She had always been so passionate about medicine, so it wasn’t a surprise.

“I know. My schedule has been changing so much lately though.”

“I’m so proud of you,” with a dramatic sigh, Soleil continued, “you’ve come such a long way from writing me fake doctor’s notes in high school.” The ladies cracked up at the old memory.

Their conversation was interrupted by a loud beeping from the kitchen. The cookies were done. Giggling, Ayana tossed a pillow at Soleil and headed towards the kitchen. Taking another sip of the sweet pomegranate wine, Soleil busied herself with her most recent crisis; she needed to find a photographer as soon as possible. She had a concept look-book commission, but she didn’t have time to take the photos herself, and her original photographer bailed.

She just needed someone to take a few casual shots in the city. But who would be available on such short notice? Just as soon as Wicked Whims in the City (a Lycsims production) started, Soleil felt her phone vibrate on the couch next her. She had been hitting people up all day with little luck, she needed some good news.

[NEW MESSAGE] from Mari🦋: Heyyy so I got in touch with someone, they can meet you tomorrow at noon if you’re free.. 👀?

🌞: Yeeeessss!!! 😭 Where??

🦋: Chai’s Latte in Magnolia

With a sigh of relief, and a warm cookie in hand, Soleil could fully enjoy her girls-night with Ayana. They sat back, fully stocked with their cookies and wine, and giggled their way through the rest of the night. She had definitely needed this girl time, and was grateful for the opportunity to reconnect with her good friend.

Soleil was running late, in any other circumstance, sunny with a breeze, Magnolia Promenade would have been a nice place to go for a walk, but she had somewhere to be. Somewhere she should’ve already been.

Just as Soleil removed her phone to text Mariposa that she was going to be late, it rang. It was an unknown number. As she came to a stop on the sidewalk, she was tempted to just decline the call. Raising her thumb to press the red button, something told her to answer it. They probably just have the wrong number, she thought. Deciding to answer, she brought the phone to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Heyyyyy Leiiiiii.”

And just like that, with the sound of his voice, Soleil felt whole again.

“Why haven’t I heard from you?! My twin senses have been tingling for a week!” Soleil was so happy to hear from him, she could’ve cried.

“Your twin senses?? Mine been buggin’ for months!”

Soleil continued leisurely down the street, a bright smile on her face. They were able to catch up, but they mostly talked about why he hadn’t been able to call her. Reign was her identical twin brother, they’re quite literally two peas in a pod. He had been doing activist work in Selvadorada for nearly a year. He loved it, the country was gorgeous, and he felt good about the work that he did. There were really only two down sides for him; his twin was thousands of miles away and it was hell securing a phone signal.

“So what are you doing now?” He asked, he could hear birds chirping in the background.

“Nothing, I was just—shit! I’m supposed to be at a meeting that you made me late for!”

Reign just laughed, “You were already late.” She couldn’t help but laugh with him as she hastened her pace. He knew her so well. Soleil hated not hearing from him for so long. It was bad enough that he was all the way in Selvadorada; sometimes they would go days without speaking. She still had so many questions for him, things she wanted talk about, but fortunately… or unfortunately, she had arrived.

She sighed quietly as she fidgeted the tassels on her romper,“It just—”

“—sucks. I know.”

“Well… I’m here…” She sounded sad, and Reign knew why. He was too. It was weird being without her for so long.

“Don’t be sad. I promise we’ll talk sooner, okay?” She hoped so.

Walking into the coffee shop, Soleil felt more like herself than she had in weeks. With her head clear, she realized that she didn’t even know who she was looking for. Looking around the quaint little café, Soleil didn’t immediately notice anyone that particularly stood out to her. How was she supposed to know which of these people was the photographer… Her eyes scanned the room, trying to find a familiar face at the least. At the least she recognized the drinks on the menu.

“It’s nice to see you again,” came a velvet-smooth baritone from behind her. The voice sounded oddly familiar, so she turned toward the rich voice, and Soleil felt a smile slowly creep across her face.

“Hi,” he said, cooly. It was the photographer from the shoot the other day, the one who had ‘noticed’ her taking charge of his shoot. She had forgotten how tall he was, and when she first turned around her eye-line met his chest. Looking up at the man standing maybe a little too close (maybe not), her smile widened.

“Hi.” She hadn’t meant for it to, but the word came out almost as a whisper. Well… I found my photographer.

“Hello, stranger,” he mused, taking in the sight of her. Soleil saw his eyes travel down her body slowly before making their way back up to her face. She flushed slightly.

“Hi. I don’t uh—I don’t think I got your name last time we met,” she reached out to shake his hand.

“Oz,” he took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips, taking his time to give it a gentle peck. Soleil had to hold the giggle that was about to burst out of her body and she removed her hand from his grip.

“Well. It’s nice to officially meet you... Oz,” the way his name sounded on her lips was enjoyable. “And the same to you Miss…” he smirked, then she realized she hadn’t given him her name, “Oh, my name is Soleil,” she gave a small grin and did a small curtsy and he laughed. It was a beautiful deep rumbling sound. “Well. Soleil,” he said her name slowly, trying it out before his lips settled into a small smile, “shall we have a seat?”

Find out what happens next time on Rising Sun...

AN: Y’all, my game been BUGGING OUT (and tumblr APPARTENTLY as well) 😔 I had to go through so much shit to take these ss rip. ALSO Excuse the weird blue haze in the background, it only happened in Magnolia, idk wtf is going on smh. But TODAY IS THE DAY. 😏 I just wanna say how FOINEE Oz is.... smh🤦🏽‍♀️Now I really gotta start making poses 👀

P.s. Soleil says ‘ciao’.

Edit: This took like 20 minutes to post. WHY.

previously • next time

#alkalinesims #risingsun #blacksimblr #soleil #oz #simstory #season 1 #episode 9 #ts4 #st4story #look at my son #him so handsome #ayana

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fulsunn · 6 years ago

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Hwang Hyunjin Age Gap Scenario

// Hello this was requested by @mrskimhanbin !! I hope you enjoy it dear! “ hey can you do a scenario where hyunjin and a 4 year older girl are in some sort of relationship, but the struggles of the age gap?” sorry it took me sooooo long to get to this smh I’ve been pulling really long shifts at my job... but I will try to be quicker in the future!//

🎃slight angst

Hyunjin (your best friend) was born in the year 2000 while you were born in 1996

the four year age difference was nothing to the two of you

he looked up to you and you had been friends for close to 5 years now

everyone saw you two as a sibling relationship

sure you would tease each other and do sibling-like things but you and Hyunjin never saw each other in that light

one Monday Hyunjin was acting a little off when you got home from work he wasn’t meeting your eyes and kept his responses to you short and simple

the most out of character thing was that he refused to call you “noona/hyung” not one sentence that came out of his mouth contained the honorific

finally after about three hours of this nonsense you spoke up

“are you upset with me Hyunjinnie? You won’t even look at me and you have barely said more than 3 words in a row... What’s wrong?”

He still didn’t meet your eyes but opened his mouth but shut it after taking a deep breath through his nose before beginning again

“I feel bad.” You stood there agape bc what could he feel bad about? “I feel bad because I have feelings for you but you don’t. I know you don’t. I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we have... you deserve a man not some kid like me.”

He was biting his lip and looking at the ground

His ears were bright pink along with his neck

You were caught off guard even though this is the most cliche smh

“Hyunjin...” He cut you off saying that he didn’t need to hear condolences and he would just leave. “No! I-” you let out a breath “Hyunjin, I know people see us as siblings but I’ve never seen you like that or as someone younger than me... always as an equal.”

You told him how being with him would be an honor, how he is one of the most talented men you have ever known and that he is just as much of a man as someone the same age as you

his insecurities are silly to you but you smooth over his embarrassed feelings

“I love you Y/N” he whispered as he left your apartment to go back to the dorms

you smiled and hugged him “I love you too kiddo” you gave him a teasing smile and pushed him lightly out the door so he wouldn’t be past curfew

the next morning your phone was a mess with notifications and buzzing

5 missed calls from Hyunjinnie Baby ❤️❤️❤️

that caught your attention and you called him back immediately with your voice and mind still groggy

on the second ring Hyunjin answered “Oh god...” were the first words he said

apparently a fan had taken a picture of him leaving your apartment and the hug you two shared

she had posted it all over sns and rumors as they do began to spread

it was the hot topic for a while everyone was speculating who this older person was hugging Hyunjin, “are they dating?” “an older sibling?” “Friends”

the rumors eventually died down and then you two went public about your relationship

of course not all the responses were positive but a lot of fans were backing your relationship with the 18-year-old

“I told you everything would work out.. didn’t I kid?” you said one night

“Yeah I guess you did..” You fell asleep that night in his arms feeling safe and loved.

// this is my first time writing anything even remotely angsty so I’m like really really sorry if this sucks... but yeah here we are! feedback and requests are always welcome!//

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin scenarios #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #alex writes #writes

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sunnysidewrites · 7 years ago

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Wolf!Woozi

Requested by anon: OKAY SO IVE READ YOUR WOLF AUS AND I DESPERATELY NEED A WOOZI WOLF AU PLEASE I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH ASDFGHJKL 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

Requested by @missspookyskeleton: I'M GONNA REQUEST IF YOU'RE TAKING REQUESTS BUT TAKE YOUR TIME HONEY *slams hands on a table that randomly appeared, grabs the mic that also magiclcally appeared and breath in really loudly (ew gross)* wolf!woozi PLEASE THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOUR BLOG THERE'S NOT ENOUGH WOOZI OKAY BYE

okay this turned out alMOST AS LONG AS WOLF!WONWOO AND IM SCREAMING BC THAT WAS SUPER LONG SO??? GET READY TO READ A LONG SCENARIO AGAIN Y IKE S but anyways this is what yall have been waiting for since last month whOOPS IM SORRY!! here it is happy reading my children!!! <33333

warnings: this is a piece of garbage like wolf!wonwoo, brief mentions of gore but its barely anything bc i dont like gore/horror, mentions of violence, lots of flashbacks whOOPS, lots of vanilla ice cream!!!

His eyes are trained on his opponent sitting directly across from him

“Your move,” his voice drops an octave, a slight edge detected in it

The other man’s hands remain clasped in his lap until he slowly stretches one out

His eyes follow the man’s hands with bated breath as he grasps the smooth marbles in his fist

“No, no…. nO!!”

“hA I WIN AGAIN”

“GODDAMMIT,” he frustratingly runs his fingers in his blonde locks

“You guys really need to chill,,,,, it’s just mancala,” Seungcheol calls over his shoulder in the back of the room as he reads the papers

“Okay grandpa,,,, you’re no fun,” Jeonghan retorts, a sly grin on his face, “and don’t be so pouty, Jihoon”

“Whatever,” Jihoon mumbles as he and Jeonghan put away the board in its box, “there’s not much we can do if we’re in this dump so might as well do something a little less boring, like reading the news”

“Hey! I’m scouting for updates on our pack, you ungrateful punk. Need I remind you guys why we’re here in the first place?”

“To protect us from the hunters and keep a low profile,” everyone chorused

“Huh. Nice to know you punks are listening,” Seungcheol clucks his tongue and resumes scanning the pages

“Anyways, Jihoon and Wonwoo are gonna be the ones to restock our food supply today. You know the drill”

“Ugh fine,,,,,” Jihoon grabbed his coat on the rack while Wonwoo set aside his latest novel on the table

After securely placing a beanie all the way to their ears with a hoodie on top of it, they set out

“We look ridiculous,” Jihoon sighs

“C’mon, we have to do it,,,, and plus we can use the cold weather as an excuse,” Wonwoo reminds him

Jihoon merely shrugs and darts his eyes around the store as they round the corner, “let’s just get the stuff and leave”

When jihoon and wonwoo are lined up in the checkout aisle, jihoon suddenly hears a small gasp

“Oh my god. You got the last vanilla tub,,,,”

He turns around and sees someone pouting, pointing at the ice cream on the conveyor belt

His initial thoughts were wow. How cute -- wait we really need to lEAVE

Jihoon: *sigh* do you want it?

And your eyes liGHT UP LIKE RECEIVING A GIFT ON CHRISTMAS DAY

“But… you’re literally just about to buy it….”

“It’s fine, you’re the one who wants it more out of the both of us” he says as he screams internally

“I feel bad though,,,, ahh just forget I said anything,,,,”

Too late, he’s already thrusted it in your hands

By this time Wonwoo is looking at him expectantly with an eyebrow raised, the groceries in his hands already

He sighs again and blurts out, “if you really feel bad just take it and don’t say another word.”

He grabs the other grocery bags and leaves you staring at the tub

Hm, hoodie boy sure is grumpy, you note as the cashier scans your items

Jihoon and Wonwoo arrive back at the rundown storage warehouse lmao i know how cliche???

“Here’s your feast,” jihoon says, dropping the bags on the table

Everyone scrambles to snatch a bag of chips or the assorted candy

Joshua and vernon are like,,,, where’s the vanilla ice cream

“Jihoon gave it to some other person,” Wonwoo nonchalantly mentioned as he put the other dairy and red meat products in the fridge

Everyone freezes and stares at Jihoon

“He gave up… vanilla ice cream?”

Jeonghan is like um what jihoon being generous??? And sharing vanilla ice cream out of all things???? What happened to him

“Stop making such a big deal,” Jihoon says, exasperated as he situates himself in front of the bookshelf, “seemed like they wanted it a lot more so I just let them”

Seungcheol clears his throat and tells everyone to go back to what they were doing

He quietly approaches Jihoon and stands next to him to also “browse” the shelf

“You know why the guys are like that, Jihoon…. You know better than anyone else,” his voice drops to a barely audible whisper

Jihoon drops his eyes briefly and slightly nods, “I know… I know.”

Seungcheol sadly smiles at him and claps his shoulder, “We’re just looking out for you. That’s all we do around here, so don’t get too riled up by their antics. They have good intentions. We’re just worried about you.” He lightly pats his shoulder and leaves

Jihoon grabs a random book and settles on an old leather couch fully knowing he’s not gonna read a word of the novel he’s opened up

All he can do is try not to think about Vanilla Tub Stranger

And brush off the uneasy stir of his stomach every time he does

You go to the supermarket weekly in hopes of meeting Jihoon along the way again

And little do you know he starts to volunteer getting the food more

The guys: we see u jihoon

Jihoon: what i just wanted to,,,, get some cheese

“We’re eating steak though???”

“Shut up mingyu i’m not making you that grilled cheese then”

“???? i make those for you while you stand there and complain”

But alas!!! You guys don’t meet anymore :(((

You end up going at different times than him but it's sO CLOSE YET SO FAR

Like an hour after he leaves you enter smh

But you notice that every time you go to the ice cream aisle, there’s always one vanilla tub,,,, coincidentally,,,,

Jesus christ how many vanilla tubs do ppl buy in this au

And you can’t help but to smile to yourself

One day as you’re walking down the street you spot a familiar blonde haired boy

!!!!! it’s hoodie boy!!!!

You’re nearing each other and you smile really widely and put up your hand to wave at him

But he simply ignores you and strides right past

You’re like,,,, what,,,,, did he not remember me?

You turn around and tug on his arm

“Hey you’re hoodie boy from the supermarket right?”

He still avoids eye contact and remains stiff as cardboard

“,,,,I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“You offered me your vanilla ice cream??”

“Must have been someone else; doesn’t ring a bell,” he coldly shakes you off and stalks off

You stare at him until his back disappears around the corner of the street and you’re a deflated lil puppy :(((

Jihoon is hiding behind the nearest building, his balled up fist on the wall

“This is for the best,,, this is for the best for the both of us,” he keeps repeating

The slight worry your voice hinted, the anxious look in your eyes,,,,

It was too familiar

Jihoon only shook his head and continued on his way

He was using that day to clear his mind since there wasn’t anything really major happening

Plus he kept thinking about you

It was well into nighttime and he decided to take a detour back home

You had to run to the supermarket really quickly for a last minute meal

You ran out of ramen packs and needed to hit up the closest store

You were skeptical of going out late at night without another buddy with you but you really needed food and had to continue studying asap

“It’ll just be for a little while,” you calm yourself as you’re grabbing your coat and keys

You successfully go to the convenience store a few blocks down and you’re on your way back when the hairs all over your body start tingling

You turn around but you don’t see anyone and you’re just like,,, yI KE S and start power walking

You’re walking a little inward where a good amount of trees surround you but you can still see the city on your left

You still have one or two more blocks left when someone drAGS YOU to the side and pins you against the closest tree trunk

“You won’t scream if you know what’s good for you”

You’re just frozen in shock and terror, your arms held on top of your head and your breath hitched in your throat

The man lets out a low chuckle at your fear

“Don’t be scared… it’s just protocol,” his deep voice sends shivers up your spine as he traces your face and neck with his hand

You just want to punch this jerk and use your pepper spray but he has too much of a strong grip on you

You lift your leg to knee him but he easily stops it with a hand

“Ah ah, don’t hurt the goods,” he laughs disturbingly similar to shattered glass

You turn your head and bite down the arm that’s pinning your arms and now he’s like ok looks like we’re gonna have to do this the hard way

“You just won’t stay still, will you? This should do the trick,” he menacingly cackles as he pulls out a blue fluid glowing in a syringe

He jams his arm up your neck so you don’t easily escape and to stop whatever screams that may escape

Your eyes widen and you’re about to blindly kick his legs when the syringe gets dangerously closer to your neck

“Just… hold… still!” He presses you more against the wall as you squirm more under his touch

You can feel the needle on your skin and he’s about to push the plunger but one second your oxygen circulation is cut off and the next you hear a grunt

You can only look down at your feet where the predator is now at, holding his side

A boy is bent over the body and spits out, “still taking orders from that crap boss you have?”

“Jihoon… We meet again.”

“Like the first time wasn’t enough. Looks like you never learn from your mistakes”

“That girl didn’t have a chance anyways. Now look at where she is now,” he sneers

You see the boy’s frame tense up and his hands balling up

“Guess we’ll just have to pick up where we left off,” the boy smirks

And right before your eyes he goes from a two legged human to a wOLF ON ALL FOURS

And the man does the same thing and you’RE LIKE W HA T THE

You can’t tell who launches at who first but you’re just like o KA Y I GO TT A JET AND STUDY BYE

You’re sprinting across the dirt when one of them stops in your way and you can’t tell which one it is

He’s growling at you, his eyes gleaming in bloodlust that would match his red coat if his eyes could change color

You back away and you turn in a different direction but the other one is there too and you’re like oH JESUS CHRIST COME ON

The first one tries lunging at you but the other one tackles him first

“At each other’s throats” has never been so literal,,,, and gory yikes

The fight just continues on like that for what seems like half an hour but is probably just ten more minutes

Every time you turn to escape someone is always stOPPING YOU AND YOU’RE LIKE P L S OH MY GOD

“sTOP BLOCKING MY WAY AND CONTINUE FIGHTING EACH OTHER I HAVE TO STUDY”

You hear one of them snort and you’re like um excuse u. I have ramen and i’m not afraid to thROW IT AT YOU

The one with the light brown fur is lowkey rolling his eyes at you

“Ok well if y’all are done fighting i gotta get home lmao so can you like,,,,, move”

Both of them revert back to their human form heavily panting

Bruises and scratches scatter all over their bodies with some black eyes and swollen cut lips

“F...fine… you’re not even worth it,” the man mutters and struggles to get up

It takes him a while to leave and you tentatively crouch down next to the blonde boy

“Okay i have absolutely no clue what just happened but,,,, thank you”

He coughs on his side as he weakly responds, “just go home. You weren’t supposed to see any of that, and now you might even be more in danger”

“.....hoodie boy?” you’re taken aback as the guy who so generously gave you up his dessert is now beaten up on the ground

“.....Go. Home.”

“But your wounds,,,,”

“We heal fast.” And sure enough you can see the majority of his scrapes and scratches slowly disappearing

“You at least owe me a good explanation to what just happened back there”

“Don’t worry about it. Go home. Now. And that’s not a suggestion”

“Just tell me--”

“I can’t have you ending up like her!”

And his tone just leaves you speechless

The amount of emotion that surged in just those words,,,,,

“I can’t…. Let that happen to you….” he says much softer

After a moment of silence, he continues

“He turned her into a wolf,,,, and brainwashed her into entering his pack. Once she had done all the orders, they disposed of her. Drained out all of her blood for their own meal and discarded her body in front of my pack’s doorstep.”

“But she was your,” you pause and try to grasp for the proper term, “love and i’m just,,,, someone who you gave ice cream to. Why are you so concerned?”

“,,,,,You’re Y/N, right?”

You’re like ??? how did you know

“You helped us out a lot. Donating food, blankets, utensils,,,, you were also the person who made us that special soup when all of us fell ill to the virus, right?”

You’re racking your brain bc you don’t remember doing that at all

But then you’re like,,,, wait a minute

“Hey, y/n, can you make that soup of yours?” Your family friend asked you, “I know a bunch of people who got sick and the cure for it needs a lot of ginger, which you incorporate so nicely without making it overbearing”

“The same guys are in refugee right now,,,, they’re just all over the place trying to seek shelter.” “Oh, they can have a couple of spare blankets I have and some plates and bowls.” “But,,,, you’re living here by yourself,,,,” “No biggie, I don’t even use half of these!” You say as you’re already dumping 4 blankets in her arms and packing a good chunk of your utensils in a bag. “Plus, you needed someone to do something, so you came to me, right?”

She only smiles to herself. “It’s no wonder he’s so smitten by you…”

“You were a part of that group?”

By now he’s healed considerably and begins sitting up and leans against the trunk

“She would always tell me to look out for you when she was unable to because of her work”

“Did you scare off those kids who picked on me?”

“Correct”

“Did you drop off my USB in the office that one time I had a presentation and forgot it?”

“That’s right”

“Did you coincidentally buy those shoes I told her I’ve always wanted?”

“U-um…. No. Okay maybe”

You laugh in spite of yourself

“Guess I finally see you as a woman now”

You stiffen at the familiarity of those words

“Jihoon, when will you see me as more than just a little sister?” you pout

“I don’t know shortie, maybe when you can take care of me?” he ruffles your hair

“Just wait until I’m able to buy a house and have a lot of money!”

He laughs and shakes his head, “we’ll see, shortie ;)”

It only hits you now that this is the same jihoon who you lost in touch after all of these years, the one who was always in the back of your mind

Wow he glowed tf up

“That…. That was when we were little kids”

“Yeah,,,, i never would have admitted it but i liked you, lopsided pigtails and all”

You notice the past tense and you look down

“....Liked? But you just said….”

“That’s right, liked.” He gently reaches out to grab ahold of your face

“Because i realized that,,,,,, i might be in love”

As you stare in his resolute eyes, you’re suddenly getting a wave of nostalgia

The same eyes who would only look at you jokingly to tease your choice of clothes

Or how you couldn’t tie your shoelaces

They’re now looking back at you with newfound feelings

Or maybe they’ve always been there

“I pretended to not recognize you because well,,,, i didn’t want you to be caught in this but looks like it’s a little too late for that. And you’re wrong”

You cock your head to the side, “about what?”

“You called her my love. If she was really my love, I wouldn’t do this”

And you’re like do what--

And he seals his words wITH A K I SS

IM SCREAMING

You’re like O H W HAT IS HAP PENI NG

But you realize that this is literally what you have been waiting for all your life

You’re kissing him back fervently, your hands gripped tightly on his shoulders to reassure yourself he is not a dream and he’s actually real and this is actually happening wo w o h go d

You’re both panting when you break away

“Wait but who’s the shORTIE NOW”

“shUT UP,” he pouts and pulls you in agAIN

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