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âSmells lovely,â Draco huffed, more air than words, ticklish in the crook of Harryâs neck. He was half hanging off him and half swaying to the non-music, wind outside and the hum of the oven and the crackling of firewood; Harry closed his eyes and smiled, overheated and slightly overwhelmed, and overjoyed, bursting with it.
âSweetheart,â he said, not on purpose. Then, firmer, âSweetheart,â pressing a kiss to the precious crown of his head, and another, and another, helpless to it, âsweetheart,â in this room that was too warm (oven and fire and Draco and dancing), in his arms, in, this, here.
âYes,â Draco laughed, swaying him worse, dragging a lip up Harryâs neck, tiny little flutters of kisses, âsweet,â meaning the smell, probably, or theâwhole of it. Starry-bright. Â
Harry wanted to say: you are, meaning the entire world, probably, but words were sticky and slow to come and kissing was closer anyway, so he took Dracoâs chin in his palm and pressed their noses together, readying, ready, stopped there. Half-melted around the edges. Staggering, the way Draco looked at him sometimes. Â
âYou,â Harry said, and swallowed what might have been a whine. He was soâhappy, over-filled and buzzing, overrun with delight.
âI?â
Nodding, âYou.â
Draco blinked, so near Harry could almost feel the movement on his own cheeks. His eyes were huge and somewhat blurry, grey and scorching-brilliant. âYou too,â he said, arms slinging behind Harryâs neck, pulling even tighter. The crackle of fire and hum of the oven, the non-music of the night surrounded them like a blanket, gentle and warm. Overpowering.
The moon sang its crescent tune distantly overhead; Harry, long over it, leaned the last remaining inch between their lips, and the sigh just before the kiss was on its own so unbearably sweet.
@moonmanatee, my dear beloved friend, here's your treat!
#drarry fic#300 words#short soft sweet what can i say#i just returned from my honeymoon yesterday#my heart is SO overfilled with - just this#my eyes are very tired please excuse if words are not - as they should;#i wanted it to be in october#which from now on#will be the month my husband (!!) and i got married#anyways friend this is for you and your baked goods and your gigantic heart#you are a fairy always and dairy - sometimes? maybe? if you want?#rockingrobin69
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OK PUT MY NUMBER. - LN4
summary : Based off the gilmore girls scene where Logan and his friends meet Rory at her dorm!! Hope you enjoy <3
listen up : no warnings!! lando!collegereader
word count : 1017
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âOkay, Franco. Last building!â A man walks past me as I rearrange the items I'm attempting to carry without dropping. âPlease say it looks familiar!â
I grab my coffee and stack of books, eyeing the group of boys who have strayed into the girls' dorms.
âAhh!â One of the boys says, his eyes closed like heâs trying to manifest his way.
The tallest (and thatâs not saying much) and tannest of the group groans, âApparently it doesnât seem familiar.â Heâs got a thick accent, maybe spanish?
âHold on!â The other boy with thick waves finally opens his eyes and says, âHold. On. Yes! Here, this is where she lives!â And for the first time, me being quite nosy, it finally works out in my favor.
They go straight to my dorm. My single dorm.
âExcuse me, can I help you?â I walk closer to them, the one in the back has his hands lazily strewn in his pockets and walks straight past me with no answer.
âHey!â I follow them to my door where the other two are writing on what looks like a crumpled piece of paper.
âDonât put your number, Donât put your number!â His accent surprises me but as I stare at the back of his curly hair, I scoff at me being ignored.
âIâm not putting my number, Iâm putting your number!â His friend says, a twinkle in his green eyes
âThatâs my room.â I speak up finally, the three turn harshly and eye me.
âOk, put my number.â The curly haired one, british and ridiculously attractive, says as he smirks.
His eyes examine me as his friend groans, âAre you sure this is your room?â
I nod, âIâm sure.â
âI could have sworn it was her room!â
I balance my books, âWhatâs her name, maybe I know her.â
âIt was uhâŚâ he uses his hands to talk, âShort.â
I raise a brow, âOh! I can understand your disappointment⌠losing a potential soulmate like that.â The cute one close to me laughs, âBut thatâs still my room.â
He motions to me, âIâm sorry about the mix up. Itâs just- my friend Franco here needs to learn that Guineess and blondes donât mix.â
âRedheads.â Franco corrects, âIt doesnât mix with redheads!â
He turns back to me, looking tired, âWe sincerely apologize and will now leave you with yourâŚâ he eyes my books, âlibrary?â
I frown as the other two run up the stairs, Franco saying his memory is coming back. I slip my key out of my pocket and start to open my door, âItâs called being a college student.â I sigh at the heaviness of my books, though most are for my own pleasure, âIâll leave you to your friends.â I struggle with my key more, my cheeks getting warm because heâs just staring at me.
The man bites his lip, thinking for a moment, âAh, they can manage.â Before I know it, his (huge) hands are taking my books from me. I eye him at first but then unlock my door with ease.
âThanks.â I mumble and step inside, he follows after me and I donât shut the door. He sets the books down on my table, his eyes darting around.
I watch him push up the sleeves to his blue long sleeve and take him in.
Heâs got curls, a clean face, and a muscular build. He's not very tall but still looks down on me. The thing I canât help but notice is his eyes clashing with his dark hair.
âIâm Lando!â He holds out his hand which I shake with a slightly confused expression, âSorry again about my friends.â
âY/n.â I smile politely, wishing I had cleaned up my place or something, âAnd donât worry. They're funny.â
He rolls his eyes, âFranco and Carlos are definitely strong personalities!â I laugh, âWeâre visiting Carlosâ sister. Sheâs a freshmanâŚâ he looks nervous saying the year, âFrancesca.â
âOh I'm not very clued into the freshman circle.â I shrug, âIâm a senior.â
âOh shit- I just thought cause the dormâŚâ Lando shakes his head, âI should have noticed, you donât look eighteen.â
I raise a brow, âAppreciate itâŚâ He scratches the back of his neck and I laugh purely at the situation of this random British man in my room, âUh- where do you go to school?â
âOh I donât!â He seems happy that I asked him something, âIâd beâŚâ He counts on his fingers, âtwo years out anyway but I never went to uni. I work with those two muppets.â
âOh!â I canât help but mentally scream that heâs in my age range, âWhat do you do?â
Lando looks nervous again, his facial expressions are undeniably impossible to hide, âWe drive.â
âDrive?â He nods, âLike a chauffeur?â
âThereâs a car involved.â He holds back his smile as thereâs booming footsteps and two heads pop into my room.
âLando boy!â Carlos grins, âHe thinks he remembers!â
Lando looks at me, looking regretful but still walks over to the open door, âSee you around, Y/n.â He smiles and god Iâve never seen a smile like that. I feel my cheeks go pink, smiling softly and waving.
âGood luck.â
The door shuts a second later and I immediately bring my books to my makeshift bookshelf, trying to ignore the smile on my face.
Iâm being ridiculous, I know I am. Heâs older, British, and I will probably never see him again! But at least I can zone out in class about something.
I pull a hoodie over my head when I hear a knock at the door, âComing!â I yell as I stumble over the clothes on my floor.
Except when I open the door, no oneâs there.
I think itâs some bored frat boys until I go to close the door and see a yellow sticky note stuck to the wood.
I look around but thereâs no cute man around. I shut the door, leaning against it and smiling down at the note, taking out my phone and typing in the number.
#fanfic#formula 1 fanfic#f1 imagine#lando norris#lando norris fanfic#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#lando x reader#f1 fic#lando imagine
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đđđžđ đđđđđđđđźđ â As a broke college student, itâs not wrong to want a rich boyfriend! That doesnât mean youâre a gold digger, or will stoop so low you will ruin your worth, it just means you want a man who will take care of you, and guess what? You found him.
note: this will be a 3 part series! First one Iâve ever made and may be my last! So please not too much on these writings! Luv you!
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Content Warnings: language, suggestive content
Nanami is a man of morals. He usually keeps his hands and eyes to himself, he holds the door for anyone, women especially, he respects boundaries, and if anything that causes him to think inappropriately he will kindly excuse himself to make sure he doesnât seem like a creep. But Nanami is just like any man.
Nanami longs for a lover, a wife. He desires children, a family. But in this cruel, sick world, he canât find a woman who wants him for him. Nanami is one of the top 10 richest men on the planet, he not including himself, but his company in that title.
Every woman he has attempted to date tries to put on their best âI love you for your heart not your money!â act, but it slips the second they tell him âoh no! I forgot my wallet!â
Nanami knows every trick in the book, he knows the look women give him when they are impressed by his wealth, he knows the lip biting they do to show interest in his looks, he knows the voice and excuses they say to make him fall down to their feet, which he never once has done nor will do. He knows it all. So dating people that have seen him before heâs met them makes it all the more boring.
So, when Nanamiâs friend, Haibara introduced him to dating apps, he obviously was shook.
âYou really had no idea there were dating apps?â Haibara blankly looked at him. Nanami bit his thumb in uncertainty.
He grumbled a little âno.â And his friend smiled. âThen sign up! What can you lose? They donât have to know what you look like.â
Nanami hated that idea. âNo, I want them to know who I am.â His firm voice erased that idea completely from his friends plan.
âWell, 80% of this world knows who you are, that wish you want isnât going to happen.â Nanami sighed knowingly, just tired from his sad lonely life.
âHaibara, thank you for this..â Nanami thought carefully of his words. âGreat discovery, but I think itâs best you head home and I sleep on it.â Haibara understood, and firmly grabbed Nanamiâs shoulder on his way out.
âYouâll find her, I know you will.â Nanami placed his hand firmly on Haibaraâs in a thank you, and Haibara left.
After Nanami heard Haibara leave, he hurriedly sat down on his couch and opened the dating site.
âRICHTON THE DATING APP FOR THE WEALTHY!â
Nanami quickly laughed at the cringe advertisement, but it was a popular app, so something was working.
Nanami put in his information and had to choose which photos to put on his profile. He chose the first decent ones he could find, not caring too much about perfection, and he was brought up with the interests slide.
He clicked three random ones and pressed continue. The app asked to use his camera to verify his age and photos. Nanami positioned the camera to where it said to and he was verified. The app welcomed him to a very ugly woman.
Nanami had skipped the tutorial at the beginning and just swiped towards the X like he has seen on TV. This app was the definition of a gold diggers dream. Rich men pay to speak with women that arenât even all that.
Nanami swiped and swiped towards the x. No woman looked like a decent women. They all looked like they seduce men or are prostitutes, maybe both. Nanami frowned seeing all the half naked women.
âShould I really be on this app?â He thought to himself. He continued to swipe, heart sinking each swipe to the left seeing women who donât know their worth. Ass in the camera more than their face just to get a quick buck. Nanami swiped one more time ready to turn his phone off, and his thumb froze.
A girl with straight hair smiling in what seems to be senior photo. She was in a white summer dress posing in a daisy field. The beach was calm behind her and he couldnât help but stare at her smile. She seemed so pure, so innocent and that was exactly what he was looking for. He swiped right on her profile and it opened up a message saying:
âYOUR FIRST MATCH! SEND HER A MESSAGE WITH THE AMOUNT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEND!â
Nanami saw a text box and a drop box. The drop box has let Nanami type in the amount he would like to send. The minimum was 5 dollars. He typed in $100 and pressed on the text box.
His thumbs again froze. What should he say? Should he compliment her? Introduce himself? Nanami combined them. He typed.
âHello, my name is Kento and I couldnât help but be in absolute awe seeing your photos. You are absolutely beautiful.â He sent it without looking back, this was already hard enough.
Nearly instantly you saw his message and typed.
Y: âOh my god, you did NOT have to send that much money!â
He imagined your voice as he read your message. He chuckled to himself like a madman and he started typing back.
N: âI wanted to, you are so beautiful, I couldnât help myself.â
He nervously tapped his thumbs on the side of his phone waiting for your response.
Y: âI really do appreciate the compliment but $100 is too much, I canât accept that!â
N: âToo late, I want you to have it, I want to talk to you.â
Y: âYou canât talk to me for free!â
N: âThatâs not how this app works..?â Nanami was confused.
Y: âOh, right.. I forgot you have to pay to chat.â
N: âPlease donât be alarmed by the money, Iâm not running out anytime soonđâ
Nanami cringed at himself for using such an emoji, but he wanted you to feel at ease.
Y: âThank you, you really didnât have to though. I wonât stop saying that.â
N: âThen letâs change the subject. Why are you on this app?â
You saw his message but didnât text back. Did he ask a triggering question? You soon started typing, and his nerves came back.
Y: âYou know, a broke college student who needs a little extra cashđ
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He chuckled, for a girl who didnât want a hundred bucks, thatâs sure what she was looking for.
N: âHaha, so you wonât mind if I send more?â
Y: âDonât send more! Iâm not that brokeđâ
Nanami smiled. He smiled as if you were really there. He imagined having this conversation with you and how hard you would make him laugh with your silly remarks.
N: âDonât worry, I wonât đ, but itâs not like youâre going to stop me.â
Y: âIâll send it backđâđžâ
N: âIâll send it back!â
Y: âAnd Iâll send it again, it will be a whole thing if you make itđâ
The fact you both were arguing over money is crazy, Nanami never argued with a woman about sending them money. They usually do a âoh no you donât have to do that!â But will eventually accept. You on the other hand are just outright refusing. Nanami is now intrigued by you.
N: âIf you wonât accept my money via here, how about dinner? Iâll pay, and I wonât argue about it when we get there.â
You again took your time typing, very obvious you are unsure.
Y: âOkay⌠but where are you tryna take me?â
N: âI was thinkingâŚ. Hermes?â
Y: âYouâre joking!â
N: âWhat?â
Y: âI canât afford that!â
N: âYouâre not paying.â
Y: âStill, I canât make you pay for that!â
N: âI want to pay for it, I eat there all the time.â
Y: âNot for twoâšď¸â
N: âIâve paid for 10.â
Y:âKento..â
N: âY/n, please. I want to meet you. You intrigue me, Iâve never met someone like you. I donât want to seem like a begged, nor do I want to pressure you, but I would love to meet you and enjoy a nice dinner with you.â
Nanami felt desperate even though he just met you not even an hour ago.
The long response time again happened, and Nanami felt like he blew it. The once time he felt like he actually found someone worth the time, he blew it.
Y: âOkay.â
Nanamiâs heart fluttered seeing your message.
N: âYou will have dinner with me?â
Y: âYes! Iâll have dinner with youđâ
Nanami felt like a little boy again. He hadnât felt this excited to ask a girl out since never and it felt good.
N: âHow does tomorrow sound? I know thatâs soon, but itâs the only day my schedule isnât busy.â
Y: âYeah, tomorrow would be great!â
N: âAlright, Iâll see you then!â
Y: âSee you!â
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The next day Nanami felt different. His head was somewhere else, somewhere lighter, happier. He felt⌠excited? He wasnât sure, he hasnât felt this way until his first client offered him half a million dollars as he started his journey in this company.
Nanami played more upbeat music, very different from his normal taste, and he swayed and stepped with every beat to the song as he ironed his clothes. He had opened windows and instead of wincing from the sun hitting his eyes, he smiled.
âWhat a beautiful morning.â He thought to himself. Nanami must have been in a different place that he didnât even know was so negative until now. He was looking forward to a dinner with someone. He hasnât felt that way in years and he just wishes he could meet you right then and there.
Nanami nearly put on his freshly ironed clothes and grabbed his briefcase and blazer. He locked his garage door and headed straight to his black Porsche that he usually doesnât drive, but today, why not?
Nanami drove to work with a smile on his face. Haibara greeted Nanami as he stepped out of his car and a valet stepped in for him.
âGood morning.â Nanami smiled and Haibara walked beside him.
âGood morningâŚâ Haibara stared at Nanamiâs face.
âDid something happen?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âDid you win the lottery? Whatâs got you so happy?â
âHaibara.â Nanami stopped and turned towards his friend, âThank you.â
Haibara wanted to laugh, he didnât even do anything, right?
âfor whatâ Nanami smiled at Haibara.
âFor showing me that âappâ. Iâm going to meet someone for dinner tonight.â Haibara smiled at Nanami.
âThatâs great, Kento! Whatâs her name?â
âY/n.â
âHm, is she pretty?â
âBeautiful.â
âIs she rich?â
âEh..â
âIs she young?â
âKind of.â
âWhat do you mean by âkind of?â
âSheâs⌠20..â Nanami purses his lips waiting for Haibaraâs reaction.
â20?!â His eyes were wide and he laughed. âYouâre 34!â
âShe��s very aware of my age.â Nanami said not amused by his friends reaction.
âI mean, hey, if a woman 14 years older than me asked me out, and she was hot, Iâd go out worth her too.â Haibara threw his hands up in a âwhat can I sayâ pose and Nanami rolled his eyes.
âWe meet at 6, so I just need to get through today.â Nanami said more to himself. The happy facade started to break, and he felt the butterflies pool in his stomach.
He was nervous. He hasnât been on a date with someone he actually wants to meet in over 10 years. He doesnât remember how to be charismatic, he doesnât remember how to be enticing and interesting. Work has been the only topic thatâs been keeping his conversations alive. He doesnât talk to anyone about anything personally other than Haibara and that is hard enough.
Haibara saw Nanami. He knew Nanami for nearly 6 years and this was the look of nervousness. Heâs seen it countless times, but thatâs only because he knows him. He can tell from the slight twitch in his jaw and the subtle fidgeting with his hands.
âCome on Nanami, letâs go to my office.â Nanami nodded and followed Haibara.
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In Haibaras office, he gave Nanami tips.
âNow I have met countless women. Hard to believe, I know, and I know how to get them wanting more.â Nanami cringed at the thought of his good friend seducing women.
âIâm not trying to get anything from her, I just want to hold a conversation and hopefully get to know her more.â
âAlright, I got you.â Haibara walked over to his whiteboard and wrote âNANAMIâS FIRST DATEâ
âThis isnât my first date, Haibara.â
âI know, but youâre acting like it is.â
Nanami nodded in agreement, and Haibara clapped his hands together.
âI have cancelled all meeting that require you to be there, and will have your secretary fill in for the ones that donât. We have all day to get you ready for your date, alright?â
âOk.â Nanami replied. Nanami felt silly sitting in the chair and listening to his younger friend teach him how to act right on a date. Nanami usually lets the women talk since he usually doesnât care too much about them. He usually just lets his colleagues recommend a woman and set up a date. Nanami regrets every single dollar he wasted on the money thirsty women. But he wants to try with you. He wants to talk to you and let you talk. He wants to actually get to know you, maybe even go on more dates and hang out.
âOk, first step. Do NOT let them talk the whole time. Even if they ramble, try and have a mutual conversation. Sometimes when they ramble, they think itâs because you arenât interested and they will want to make sure you're still intrestedâ Haibara took in a huge breath, âOR they are nervous.â
Nanami nodded.
âYou just have to read their body language.â
âWell, how will I know if they are nervous or not?â
âYouâll know. If they look around when talking, when they cover their face when talking, when they hold their hands in their lap, if they look tense, come on, you know what nervous looks like.â
Nanami nodded again.
âUse your words, this is practice. Donât just nod your head,â Haibara mocked him by aggressively nodding his head âsay things like âI agreeâ or âIâm listeningâ or ask them about whatever theyâre talking about so they know youâre listening.â
âOkay.â
âAnd donât just say âokayâ.â Haibara mocked again. âTry and be more creative! Letâs practice.â
Haibara sat down in his seat and tried his best to look more feminine.
âSo yeah, me and my friends went mini golfing and I didnât know what to do so I just sat and watched them play.â
Nanami sat there. What did Haibara want him to say? Haibara looked at him, waiting for a response.
âOh, well that is very sad.â Nanami said unsure. Haibara sighed and rolled his eyes.
âYep, might as well pay the bill and leave.â Nanami sat there dumbfounded. What was he supposed to say?
âWhat should I have said instead?â
âNanami, I canât tell you what to say, but that would have sent her home crying. You sounded like you didnât care. You should say something along the lines of âdid you ever end up knowing how to play mini golf?â That will at least let her know youâre listening.â Haibara stood up and sighed.
âWe have a lot of work to do.â
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After many hours of preparing, Nanamiâs watch chimed. It was 5:30 and he needed to head home and change.
âThank you Haibara, this was very helpful.â Nanami shook his friends hand and headed towards the front of the office.
âDonât try too hard! Just let it come out naturally!â Haibara cakes out to Nanami. Nanami smiled back at his friend and Haibara sighed.
âPlease donât screw this up.â
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word count - 524 words
warnings - slightly suggestive
a/n - wow 2 whole writings?? yeah ik im spoiling my 23 followers...get ready for 4 months of radio silence from me after this though
"how would you describe me to the police if i went missing?"Â
"...i'm sorry?"
miya atsumu, professional volleyball player (and who should be asleep by now...!) rolls over, unceremoniously plopping his elbow next to your nose. his shifting weight caused the bed to dip, and you felt your body tipping towards his (because of physics, not for any other reason...!!).
he squinted at you in the dark. "ya heard what i said."
"yeah, and it was stupid. and i'm tired. so please repeat it?" you say, holding back a yawn. "don't you have practice in like...4 and a half hours anyway-"
"hush, baby." (you'd be lying if you didn't get tingles from the pet name.) "jus' answer me?"
you rested your temple on his bicep, curling your body against his (again, physics), and hummed absentmindedly. what a strange question.Â
"uhh...suspect has an ath-"
"suspect?? not victim???" he whispered furiously. in the dim moonlight, you could see his eyebrows furrow in mock anger. "whaddya mean suspect??"Â
you smirked at his indignation. placing your pointer finger gently over his lips, you gently shushed him. "hush, baby," you mirror him. you could feel his lips twitch down in a frown.Â
"ok let me start again. the suspect has an athletic build, is tall, and..." your eyes flit downward (respectfully, to answer his question. nothing more.) "'s pretty muscular."
"pretty mus-excuse me?? i'm very muscular-"
this time, you silence him with a kiss (to shut him up, not for any other reason!!) which works very effectively. he immediately stops talking and places his free hand on your waist.Â
"yeah, petty muscular. strong abs-" you punctuate this statement by taking a hand and gently tracing his stomach under his shirt. you could hear his breath stutter, but pretend you don't notice. "great ass," you say with a cheeky giggle as your hand wanders, and he lets out a snort. "and a waist that would make any girl jealous. oh, and the best part?" you move your hand downward. his eyebrows raise but fall back when your hand stops at his thigh. "really nice thighs. like, really nice. they're really juicy, trust me, officer. you'd recognize them from an ocean away."Â
your hand pats his thigh politely before you move it back up.Â
"got me excited for a sec. yer hand was awfully close to something else for a bit," he mumbled into your hair.Â
"whoops," you say, not very apologetic.Â
"i don't like it when ya tease me," he continued.Â
you push yourself back against his chest, looking at him with a raised brow. "oh, we both know that's a lie."Â
he blushed, which you also pretended to not notice. "i don't like it when you tease me and do nothing about it. correction."
you sigh, setting yourself against his body. "well, i'm sleepy and you need to get up early. but.."
"...but?"
"i'm free this weekend," you say nonchalantly.Â
he kissed the top of your head, grinning. "deal."
...
"so, who do you think is more muscular than me?"
"tsumu, please."
"it's bokkun, isn't it? it's ok, that's valid. he's really beefy."
"atsumu."
"okay, okay. sorry, sweets. goodnight."
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Yours to Save, Yours to Guard
Part 2 of Yours to Have, Yours to Break
Summary: Azriel and Reader pick up the pieces of Cassian's mistake.
Warnings: angst (?), severe panic attack
A/N: it's finally here guys. I actually loved how this one turned out, filled to the brim with lots of angst and emotions that is typical of my work. I feel like last time I rushed the first part so it wasn't as impactful. Anywaysss, I hope you guys like this as much as I do, and please leave a comment telling me what you think. My motivation levels are lowwww rn and your comments always make my day!
Azriel POV
Agony tore through his heart like a viper striking its prey. Its poison seeping through his veins and making an act as simple as breathing seem laborious. How did everything collapse so quickly? How could he let it slip away from him so easily? His love⌠his nightingale was gone.
After somewhat coming to his senses, he had winnowed straight to his nightingaleâs house, knowing that was where she would return. Just like him, she liked being alone when faced with the hurdles life threw at her. Just two sides of the same accursed coin. And that was where he found her; her room in a mess, belongings sprawled everywhere, and his nightingale sitting in the middle of it all, heaving with sobs. He had frozen at the sight, his wretched heart breaking even more. But the sound of her never ending tears had broken him out of his stupor.
Azriel immediately fell to his knees before and tried to grab her hands as he pleaded,
âMy love, please, listen to me-â
He hadnât had the chance to finish his sentenced before you wrenched your hands away from his, as if his very touch burned you. The thought of that pierced through his very being.
âDonât touch me, you⌠You fucking cheat!â You roared. To say he was shocked would be an understatement; his nightingale never yelled at anyone, no matter how upset she was. He didnât even know you were capable of such fury, let alone releasing it at him. You had gotten up from your place at the foot of your bed and had moved away from him to another corner of the room. Pointless as he followed you right away.
âItâs not what it looked like, will you please listen to me?â
âReally, Azriel? Could you sound any more typical right now? You know, if you had the guts to have an affair, you should have at least come up with a better excuse when you were with her,â you spat at him. The hatred burning bright in your eyes made him want to fall to his knees before you. But he knew he had to explainâŚhe had to tell you what happened. This was his one chance, otherwise heâd lose you forever.
âI didnât! I would never! I swear on my life, I have no idea why Elain was there, or why she did what she did. I had no part of it, I swear to you. Please just think about it. If I wanted to be with her, why would I have made plans with you? To celebrate our anniversary no less?â he pleaded.
âOh I donât know, maybe you got tired of me, hm? Why mess around with some âcommonerâ when you can have the High Ladyâs sister?â
What? Where were you getting all this from? Why were you thinking like this? You werenât like this and neither was heâŚand youâŚyou knew that.
âLoveâŚplease,â Azriel begged as he moved closer trying to reach for your hands. Yet again you evaded him and moved away to another corner. It was as if the two were dancing a dance of push and pull, one always out of reach of the other. You turned around and justâŚlooked at him.
âYou know, when she came to me, and with everything she saidâŚI didnât believe her. Even when every part of my being was begging me to, I thoughtâŚmy Azriel wouldnât do that to me. He loves me, not her. Why couldnât you keep my trust Azriel? Why did you shatter it like this?â
âTold you what? Love, please, if you donât want to listen to me at least tell me what Elain said to you. So that I can prove to you that it is a lie.â Azriel was genuinely at a loss for words. As the situation progressed, he became more and more confused.
âShe came to the bookshop before I left, Elain. At first I thought she was a customer, but noâŚshe was there to steal something else altogether. And imagine how shocked I was when she told me that you have been having an affair with her for the past year. That the only reason the two of you kept it a secret was because of the High Lord. And now that he approves of your relationship, the two of you donât have to hide anymore. Which is why you were going to break up with me today.â
Azriel fell quiet at that and stared at you for a good five minutes trying to process the words that just came out of your mouth. The sheer insanity of it only worsened his addled mind.
âDarling, that isâŚsheâs lying. How can you believe her? Why would you believe her? What proof did she give you? Why would you trust some stranger over.. me?â Azriel demanded, his own anger rising. He was the innocent one here yet no one seemed to want to listen to him.
âIs it not the truth then?â
âNO!â
It was a battle of wills now. Both of you were simmering with fury right now- you with your rage at being betrayed and Azriel with his frustration at being ignored. Two sides of the same coin indeed.
Knowing he had to be the one to surrender, that be had to placate you if he wanted this relationship to survive, Azriel softened. He extinguished the rage that was threatening to burn their love to the ground and walked closer to you again. He reached for your hands to offer yet another apology, an explanationâŚanything to get you to show mercy.
But you snatched your hand back with suchâŚdisgust, as if his touch had burned you.
âGet your filthy hands off me, you fucking cheat!â you screamed, âdonât touch me!â
Azriel immediately let go of you. A thousand ash arrows could have pierced him on the battlefield and they would have hurt him less than the utter hate and disgust marring your usually soft features.
âLoveâŚâ A final plead, a final begâŚthe last thread holding them together. One last try of reaching out from the darkness he was drowning in.
âI said DONâT TOUCH ME! They were all right about youâŚyouâŚyouâre just another Illyrian brute who uses women as he pleases. I was a fool to think you were different, that youâŚyou loved me.â All the hate had vanished in an instant from your face, replaced by something worse. In its place was a crestfallen defeat, the ravaging fire of fury replaced with silver tears now streaming down your face.
And it was the sight of your tears that told Azriel it was all lost⌠he had lost. He had sworn an oath once, to you, to himself, that he would never cause you an ounce of heartbreak.
The memory seemed bittersweet now. You had been crying because of some novel that you were reading as a hero had died tragically at the end. In his attempts to cheer you up he had remarked how this made him better than the heroes of novels that you always fawned over, for he never made you cry.
âSure of ourselves are we?â you had asked with a smirk, your amusement returning to your gaze.
Mission accomplished, he had thought to himself.
âOf course, I never hurt you so there is no reason for you to cry,â he had answered.
âSo do you promise then, Shadowsinger, that you will never make me cry?â you had jested.
âI swear on it my nightingale. I will never make you cry, I promise.â
It looked like you were thinking of the same memory, that now seemed almost a millennia ago. Had they been that happy? Was that what their life had been like? Happiness now seemed like a foreign country, whose borders had no room for immigrants like him.
âIâm sorry,â was all he said before he winnowed away to his house in Velaris. Before shadows engulfed him completely, he could have sworn he saw you crumble to the ground.
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His lounge came into view, exactly as he had left it. But everything seemed strange, foreign. As he stood in the absolute silence of his house, the reality of what had happened settled in on him. He stumbled to the couch, his vision blurring slightly, making the journey troublesome.
Azrielâs heart pounded like a drum in his chest, each beat a painful reminder of the emptiness that now filled his house. The room spun around him, the walls closing in as if trying to crush him under the weight of his despair. He sank to the floor, his back against the couch where he and his nightingale had once spent countless evenings tangled together, laughing, and whispering secrets.
âSheâs gone,â he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. His breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps, and he felt like he was suffocating. He clutched his chest, the pressure unbearable. His mind raced with images of you just moments ago; you looking at him with such disgust, you wrenching your hands away from his, your tears streaming down your grief stricken face.
âNo, no, no,â he muttered, rocking back and forth. âThis canât be happening. She canât be gone. My nightingale canât be gone.â
His vision blurred with tears, and he could barely see the room around him. Everything felt surreal, like a nightmare he couldnât wake up from. His fingers dug into the carpet, seeking some grounding, some way to make the pain stop. But nothing helped. The anguish was too deep, too consuming. How could this happen? How had he let this happen? His nightingale was the one gift he had stolen from the Mother. The one happiness he had gotten in this miserable life. It⌠It wasnât fair. He always gave up every thing, he did everything for everyoneâŚso why wasnât he allowed this one happiness? Why did the Mother hate him so much to dangle this beautiful fate in front of him all these years only to snatch it away? Which one of his sins was he being punished for?
Memories of their time together flashed through his mind. Your smile, the way you looked at him with those eyes full of love, the sound of your laughter that always made his heart soar. And now, it was all gone. You were gone. The realization hit him like a sledgehammer, and he doubled over, choking on sobs.
âI need you,â he cried out, his voice breaking. âPlease, come back. I canât do this without you.â
But the silence was his only answer. The home that had once been their sanctuary now felt like a tomb, cold and empty. He tried to stand, but his legs wouldnât support him. He fell to his knees, his body shaking with the force of his sobs.
âWhy did you leave?â he wailed, his voice echoing off the walls. âWhy?â
His breath came in shallow gasps, each one a struggle. He felt lightheaded, his vision tunneling. He pressed a hand to his chest, trying to calm himself, but the panic was relentless. It clawed at him, tearing him apart from the inside.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered, tears streaming down his face. âIâm so sorry.â
But you werenât there to hear him. You were gone, and he was alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. He was alone again, like he had always been, like he had always meant to be. The realization tore through him, a fresh wave of agony that left him breathless. He curled into a ball on the floor, his body wracked with sobs, and let the darkness close in.
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Cassian POV:
He had stayed in the training arena long after his brother had left, trying to come up with a possible explanation. Azriel didnât blow up like that⌠ever. No matter what trial or pain they were going through, his brother was the one who grounded them all; always a calm, stoic presence. For him to react this way, he knew something major had to have happened. But what?
Cassian knew this mystery could only be solved by the culprit behind it, and his brother had conveniently provided him with a name: Elain.
Immediately he set off to find the particular Archeron sister that had apparently caused his brother so much woe. Knowing Elain, she was in one of two places: the kitchens or the gardens. And the latter seemed to be her choice of the day as that is where he found her; pruning away at some roses, humming a tune, as if she hadnât⌠done whatever it is that she had done, but Cassian knew it had to be horrible.
Azriel may be Spymaster, but centuries as General had taught him to read people in an instant, and Elain Archeron despite all her self perceived slyness and schemes, was an open book. He noticed how she stiffened as he approached, how her stabs at the soil got much swifter, he noticed the panic on her face that she tried but failed to school into nonchalance.
âElain,â he greeted plainly, wanting her to slowly succumb to her panic before he asked her anything.
âCassian, strange seeing you here. Nestaâs not here if thatâs who you are looking for.â
âNo, actually, I was looking for you. You havenât happen to have seen Azriel today have you?â he inquired.
âAz? NoâŚno I havenât seen him for quite some time actually,â she answered but that one second look of panic, of fear, gave her away. It cemented her as the culprit behind whatever crime she had committed against his brother. Elain then proceeded to grab some flowers she had plucked, put them in a basket, and attempted to walk past him. But he blocked her path and glared right back at her,
âElain, what the hell did you do?â he demanded, emphasizing every single word.
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â again she tried to maneuver past him but he didnât budge an inch.
âElain,â he growled, âyouâre going to tell me what you did. Right. The. Fuck. Now.â
And that was when she crumbled. She broke down- crocodile tears if you ask him- and recalled every single thing she had done: from eavesdropping his conversation with Nesta, to asking around about the girl Azriel was with by using her name, visiting her bookshop, then ambushing Azriel at the cafĂŠ. At the end of it, Cassian was speechless. He looked at the woman in front of him and saw a stranger. Elain, sweet Elain, always assumed by everyone to be innocent and kind. The crime she had committed twisted her features into something ugly and heinous- mirroring her vile heart.
âHow could you?â
âCauldron! Why doesnât anyone understand me? I love him!! And he was messing around with thatâŚthat bitch. I deserve him, not her!â Elain screamed, a wildness overtaking her expression.
âYou do not deserve anything, Elain. You canât force someone to love you. And you donât hurt the people you love. What did you think was going to happen, huh? That you would break up Azrielâs relationship, his very happy relationship, and he would what? Run happily to you? Are you honestly that delusional?!â Cassian roared back.
âIt doesnât matter. I wanted him first. What right does she have to just waltz in and steal him from me?â
âShe didnât steal anyone, Elain. Azriel was never yours-â
âWell then at least heâs not hers anymore now either. If I canât have him, no one can,â she said coolly as if she had told some joke. The calmness with which she said it took out all the fight from his body.
âYouâre pathetic,â he whispered. And with that he made to leave.
âWait, where are you going?â she called after him.
âTo find my brother. Rhysand will deal with you.â
What Elain had done was unforgivable; intentionally breaking up his dear brotherâs relationship like that, ambushing him with a kiss against his willâŚwas no less than assault. And Cassian had a sinking feeling Rhysand would have a lot to say to the middle Archeron sister.
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Flying to the River House, he barged in to find Rhysand. Azrielâs reaction to everything made it clear that the situation was more serious than he had anticipated. He also knew that he needed Rhysand to intervene and help come to solution since Azriel would not listen to a word Cassian said. What the hell. The cat was already out of the bag, he might as well tell Rhys too, just so he can help Cassian clean up this mess.
Thankfully, Feyre was not home. He really didnât want to tell his High Lady about her own sisterâs crimes- he would much rather leave that conversation to Rhys. Speaking of, he found the High Lord in his study going over reports. His brother gave a warm smile as he saw Cassian walk in but his face fell at his expression.
âWhatâs happened?â
Cassian sighed and recounted the whole debacle, starting from when he first saw Azriel and his girlfriend at the cafĂŠ to his recent conversation with Elain. To say his brother was seething by the end would be an understatement. One thing about Rhys was that he is insanely protective of his family and while Elain might be his sister in law, the three of them had been at each otherâs side for five centuries- it was no mystery of who was given priority.
And what Elain had done⌠His brother never spoke of it but he knew Rhysand was still haunted by his time Under the Mountain, by Amarantha. Even more than before his brother had always been the one to enforce the importance of consent, in every aspect of life, not just intimacy. For Elain to so blatantly ignore his brotherâs refusal must have struck a chord with Rhys. The High Lord was now pacing in his office, almost shaking with anger.
âWhere is she now?â the High Lord demanded.
Knowing he must be talking about Elain, he answered, âSheâs at the House of Wind.â
âCauldron, I just want to⌠never mind weâll deal with her later. Whereâs Az?â
âI have no idea. He winnowed away from the training arena and I havenât seen him since. He wasnât in his room at the House of Wind, and heâs not here either,â Cassian explained.
âHe must be at his own place then. Letâs go.â
âMe? Shouldnât you go on your own? He seemed really pissed off, Rhysand. Maybe you should go on your own, I donât want to make anything worse,â Cassian said hesitantly.
âDonât be a fool, Cass. Whatâs happened has happened. We canât change it. But we can make Azriel hear us out right now. Letâs go.â
With that the two brothers winnowed away in search of their third, terrified of what they might find.
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Arriving at Azrielâs place they were met with darkness and a pungent stench of alcohol. Walking further into the house, they found Azriel passed out on his couch, the coffee table littered with empty bottles of vodka. Shit. Shit. Shit. Azriel had only confronted Cassian in the training arena this morning. Just how much had he drank since then in this short period of time. Turning to Rhysand, he saw similar horror in his eyes. Azriel never drank like this. It was usually Cassian who blacked out drunk on nights out, Azriel-ever the vigilant Spymaster- would always remain sober enough to keep track of his surroundings.
Rhysand walked over and gently shook Azriel awake, emitting several groans from the passed out male.
âAz, wake up brother,â Rhysand prodded him gently.
Azriel only let out another groan in response and covered his eyes with his arm, burrowing in further into the couch.
âCâmon none of that,â Rhysand said, pushing him again. Eventually, Rhysand managed to get Azriel up and sitting on the couch. The sway to his body and his unfocused eyes confirmed what they were already suspecting: Azriel was very, very drunk.
Out of nowhere, Azriel made to get up but his intoxication was clearly affecting his motor skills as he stumbled and would have face planted on the floor but luckily Rhysand caught him in his arms.
âEasy there brotherâŚâ
âIâm fine,â Azriel grumbled before pushing off of Rhys. His slurred words telling that he was very much not fine. Azriel then made to walk to the kitchen when his eyes landed on him. Cassian steeled himself, readying himself for another onslaught of Azrielâs accusations, knowing full well he deserved them. Honestly he would have preferred the yelling. Because Azriel said⌠nothing. The utter defeat in his brotherâs eyes made Cassian want to die almost. Azriel only pushed past Cassian to the kitchen, not even sparing him another glance.
The two of them assumed perhaps Azriel was getting a glass of water but were immediately proven wrong when they saw him rummaging through cabinets and pulling out yet another bottle of vodka.
âHey now, none of that. Youâve had enough Azriel,â Rhysand exclaimed, the authority in his voice urging Az to listen.
âYeah, Iâve just about had enough with all this,â Azriel said with a wry laugh, still stumbling where he stood when he took another sip of the bottle. The bastard was going to give himself alcohol poisoning at this rate if he didnât slow down. Not being able to watch any longer, Cassian rushed forward to grab the bottle from his brotherâs hands only to be pushed right back,
âDonât fucking touch me. This is⌠itâs all your fault,â Azriel barked.
âOkay so weâre talking now, good,â Rhysand said all of a sudden. Azriel laughed a dry laugh,
âI have nothing to say to anyone, get the hell out.â
âAz, we know youâre upsetâ Rhysand started but was interrupted by Azriel,
âUpset doesnât even begin to describe what Iâm feeling right now, Rhysand. So why donât you take your fake sympathy and pity and shove it up your ass.â
With that Azriel pushed past the two of them and moved towards his room. Cassian followed, knowing he had to get through to Az right now if they wanted any chance to fix this mess.
âAzriel listen to me-â Cassian started, pushing past the door when Azriel tried to slam it in his face, âNo youâre going to listen whether you like it or not. Yes, I knew about your girlfriend. I saw the two of you at the cafĂŠ by the Sidra because Iâd been out to get some things for Nesta and the girls. Yes, I was upset and hurt that you didnât tell me, especially after I found out that you had been courting her for two years. And yes I told Nesta, which I realize was a mistake as well. It was not my place to tell her. But I was only discussing it with my mate because I was upset about it. And she swore not to tell anyone either. I⌠I didnât tell Elain. She was eavesdropping our conversation from our bedroom door and she asked around about you girlfriend through her name. I didnât tell her Az, let alone send her there. I⌠I would never ruin your happiness like that, brother.â
Cassian was panting at the end of his rant, out of breath from all the emotions he had let out, but he knew he had to get through to Azriel right now. Or else this misunderstanding would only get worse. Rhysand now stood behind him, ready to jump in between his two brothers in case he needed to.
Azriel only stared back at him as a single tear made its way down his face,
âIt doesnât matter⌠none of it matters. My nightingale.. sheâs gone. She left. She left me and I canât⌠I canât breathe⌠I canâtâŚâ
Cassian saw the sudden shift in his brother; how Azrielâs panicked gaze flitted across the room quicker than his shadows, how he began to grab at his chest, his neck. Immediately Cassian moved to his brother,
âHey, Az. Just breathe okay. Youâre alright, â Cassian tried comforting his brother, wanting to ground him before he spiraled into a full on panic attack. He put Azrielâs hand on his own chest, trying to get Az to match his breathing.
âItâs okay, itâs okay. Youâre okay, youâre safe,â Cassian repeated the mantra he had uttered a thousand times to his brother. Despite his stoic attitude, out of all of them, Azriel had always been more prone to panic attacks, had been since childhood. Perhaps it was his silent, secretive nature, Azriel always kept his issues to himself, never voicing them to anyone or complaining. Maybe bottling up everything in such a way was what caused his brother to collapse from time to time. Thereâs only so much a person can take, even if they are as strong as his brother.
Eventually Azrielâs breaths calmed and he crumbled in Cassianâs arms. Slowly the two fell to the floor and Azriel⌠just cried. Cassian looked at Rhysand who had a similarly shocked expression. They had never, ever seen Azriel break down like this. Cassian was at a loss for words, and it must have seemed like it too, because Rhys walked over and kneeled by them too.
âHey, itâs going to be alright, Az. I know all seems lost right now but weâll fix this. I swear it,â Rhys comforted.
âYou canât⌠fix anything,â Azriel let out amidst his sobs, âsheâs gone, she doesnât even want to see me.â
As Azrielâs sobs got more violent, the two brothers became more and more concerned. None of their attempts to calm him down were working and at this rate they were worried he might as well spiral into another panic attack. .
âWhy does this always happen to me? I do everything for everyone⌠I always give up everything. Why canât I have this one thing? Why canât anyone love me? Why does everyone always leave?â Azriel lamented, hiccupping because of the tears.
To say Cassianâs heart broke in that moment would be an understatement. It was then that he swore to the Mother that he would fix this for his brother, even if he had to give up everything he had for it.
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Cassian had left Azriel with Rhysand after he had pried your name and whereabouts from Azriel. It had been difficult with Az not even wanting to mention your name but eventually he had succumbed to Cassianâs persistence. He was ashamed to admit that he had used his brotherâs still drunken state to pry information out of him but whatever. It was for a good cause.
Now he was standing outside your door. He had first visited The Quill- a bookshop he now knew you owned, Nesta would be delighted- but unfortunately it was closed for the day. Knocking he waited for a response but got none. Not knowing what else to do, he knocked again. Azriel hadnât mentioned another location, if you werenât here Cassian didnât know what he would do.
He was about to knock again when a muffled voice called out,
âIâm coming!â
So you were home. Great. As Cassian was preparing what to say the door opened and⌠shit. There you were, looking just as bad as Azriel; swollen eyes, puffy face, red nose. All indicators of a long crying session. Cassian wanted to kick himself: just how many people had he hurt with his hot headedness.
âYes? Can I help you?â
It was at your question that Cassian realized that he had been gawking at you, which instantly snapped him out of his stupor.
âYes, sorry about that. I was hoping we could talk for a moment. Iâm Cassian, Azrielâs brother?â
He hoped that Az had at least mentioned him to you otherwise this was going to be a very difficult conversation. However, your face fell as he mentioned Azrielâs name-shit- and you began to close the door in his face as you said,
âI have nothing to say to you. Goodbye.â
And you had almost slammed the door in Cassianâs face but he wrenched his feet in between the door,
âLook Iâm sorry. I know youâre angry and hurt and you have every right to be but please⌠please listen to me. I wonât take long, just a moment⌠Please.â
Internally Cassian begged every deity out there to bless you with some mercy, some understanding. And despite recent events proving otherwise, it seemed just this once fate was on his side as you opened the door to let him in and took him to your drawing room. Crossing your arms in front you, you stared back at him with a fiery gaze, daring him to say whatever it is he wanted to say. Feisty. He was beginning to see why his brother liked you.
âIf Azriel has sent you here to offer some made up apologies, I would recommend you save your time and leave,â you said before Cassian could get anything out.
âNo, not an apology, an explanation.â
You scoffed and started to move away but Cassian continued before you could leave,
âLook whatever happened that day in the cafĂŠ, it wasnât Azrielâs fault. It wasâŚmine.â
He could see how your ears piqued up at that as you turned to him with inquisitive eyes. He had your attention then⌠good. So Cassian began again and told his tale, explaining Elain overhearing his conversation with Nesta, her vile schemes and also her long held affections for his brother. But he made it a point to reiterate how his brother had never returned those affections and that it was only after Cassian found out about you that he understood why- because his heart already belonged to another, to you.
âSo please, if you want to take out your anger on anyone, take it out on me, take it out on Elain, but please do not punish my brother. He has no fault in all of this, and he canât live without you. I know that now.â
Cassian had left after that, knowing you needed some time to process everything. He only hoped that he had done enough for his brother, and that the two lovers could find their way back to each other again.
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Having cleared the misunderstanding between the two lovers, Cassian and Rhysandâs attentions had turned to the culprit: Elain. Rhysâs fury had returned full force when he was face to face with her. As he had raged and yelled, at one point Cassian thought Rhysand might end up killing Elain altogether- Azrielâs breakdown only acting as fuel to the fire. Seeing Azriel cry as he did had sparked a violent need for revenge in the two brothers.
In the end, Elain had survived- Cassian suspected probably because of Feyre. But Rhysand would no longer tolerate her in Velaris, even for Feyre. As punishment, Rhysand had sent her to Wind Haven where she would stay for the foreseeable future. With no allowance form Rhys, she would have to earn her keep by working in the camp, as all the âcommonersâ did. Cassian had almost laughed when Rhysand had thrown Elainâs insult to you right back at her. With that out of the way, Cassian had turned to you and his brother.
As it turns out, his brother and his lover were equally stubborn. Despite the air being cleared between the two of you, both parties being absolved of guilt, neither of you was willing to take the first step. Azriel was still convinced that you wanted nothing to do with him, that you did not want to see him. And you⌠you had somehow managed to convince yourself that in the argument that had taken place between you and Azriel, you had hurt him to such a measure that you could not face him.
Ultimately, Cassian wanted to slam his head against a wall. Neither of you was willing to budge so he knew he had to take matters into his own hands. Therefore he had concocted a simple plan. He had convinced Azriel to take an evening stroll with him, claiming that his brother had spent too many days locked up in his house, drinking and brooding, that he needed some fresh air. In the end it had taken a direct order from Rhysand to get Azriel out of the house. Cassian knew his brother did not like to play rank with them but in this case it was necessary. If he was left to his own devices Azriel would most likely wither away in his home.
Well, they had gone flying and had even stopped at a restaurant where Cassian had forced his brother to eat- because Azriel did look like a walking corpse. It was when they were walking by the Sidra thkat the second component of his plan arrived- you.
The two lovers froze as they spotted each other. Now that the two were face to face, they had to talk.
âOh, damn it. I was supposed to take Nesta flying. Well I better leave. Enjoy your walk Azriel.â With that Cassian took to the sky but not before he saw his brotherâs accusatory glare. As he soared to the clouds, he sent a prayer to the Mother to soften both your hearts and allow the two of you to work out your differences- if only for the sake of your love.
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Azriel POV:
The scene was rather poetic; two lovers mirroring each otherâs pain. Your eyes looked hollow and sunken, as he was sure his did as well, indicative of long nights spent crying instead of sleeping.
He knew he couldnât walk away, as much as his mind was begging him to. He wasnât that cowardly. So he slowly approached you, allowing you the chance to walk away, but thankfully you moved to him as well.
âCan we talk?â he asked, his voice hoarse from days of not using it- he hadnât really fell like talking to anyone. You nodded and the pair walked over to the bench that gave a brilliant view of the river in front of them, yet at the moment all seemed bland and gray.
âSoâŚâ
âIâm sorry,â the two of you said at the same time.
âSorry? Nightingale, what are you sorry for? It was my fault⌠IâŚâ Azriel didnât know what his fault was but he knew his darling was not to be blamed.
âNo, you have done nothing wrong. Your brother, Cassian, he explained everything, everything that the bitch did,â you spat out, âIt is my fault Azriel. You⌠You did nothing at all. That bitch kissed you against your will and I blamed you for it. And I am so sorry for that, Azriel.â
Azriel was at a loss. He had walked into this conversation expecting to be confronted and now⌠he was confused.
âI should have listened to you, I should have stopped to think but I didnât and Iâm so sorry Azriel,â you cried, tears lining your eyes.
âIts okay, nightingale. It was the heat of the moment, you didnât have to time to react to what you saw. I probably would have reacted the same.â
And it was true. With how possessive he was, Azriel knew seeing his nightingale with another man would not have ended well.
âBut you came to me⌠You came to my house to explain yourself even when you had done nothing wrong⌠And I didnât even listen, and I said such horrible things. Iâm so so sorry Azriel,â you said amidst tears as your head fell into your hands.
Instantly, he took you into his arms. And just like that he felt whole again. You were where you belonged, and thatâs all that matters. But you pulled away and took his hands in your own,
âI need you to know, Azriel. I did not mean anything I said, not a single thing. Everything I said about your hands and you⌠I meant none of it. I was just so angry and I used your insecurities against you and I am so so sorry for that. Please, I understand if you do not wish to be with me any longer, but please forgive me. I wonât ever be able to forgive myself for hurting you like that, Iâm so so sorry Az.â
With that you broke down into tears and Azriel pulled you back into his arms, every part of his soul begging him to comfort you, to provide solace.
âLove, its okay, I forgive you. I know you did not mean it, because I know my nightingale holds no malice for anyone in her heart. Yes it did hurt in the moment but we were both not thinking straight in the moment.â
âYou shouldnât forgive me so easily,â you remarked as you wiped away some tears.
âI think that should be for me to decide, no?â
A strange silence fell between them, one that had had no place in their relationship before. It was the gnawing kind that slowly began to suffocate you. The two of you had resolved the misunderstanding but so much had been done, so much had been said, that they didnât know how to move past it. So they sat quietly side by side, staring at the river before them, wondering to themselves if it could carry away their woe as well.
No matter how much he tried to ignore it, there was one question that was gnawing at the back of his mind. Azriel knew if he wanted any hope for their relationship to survive, he had to ask it now. Otherwise they could try to move past this together and dance around it, ignoring itâs presence as it slowly suffocated Azriel to death.
âWhy didnât you come for me, when Cassian had told you the truth?â
You turned to glance at him, the pain shining through your eyes, then turned back to the River as you answered,
âI was afraid, afraid that you would turn me away. Already I had convinced myself that I did not deserve you⌠everything that happened only cemented the fact that I would only hurt you.â
That- was not what he was expecting. He had thought perhaps you had already given up on their relationship, maybe you didnât think him worth the effort. To think that you thought yourself unworthy⌠it wasnât like you. Some deep instinct of his told him there was more. He wasnât the Spymaster for nothing.
âWhere is this coming from, love?â
âI donât know, Azriel. Iâve just been struggling so much these past few months. Freya, she made these new friends that weâve been hanging out with. And she told them about us, our relationship, and the things they said have been getting to my head. They found it very hard to imagine that you would date someone like me. They always commented how you could always find someone richer or belonging to a more royal family. And one of them⌠one of them even said that because you go to all these different courts, you probably have loads of affairs. And you⌠You were gone for so long, and I know it was for work, I understand that completely, I knew that when we got together. But they wouldnât stop saying it. So when Elain showed up to my shop⌠everything she said and then what I saw at the cafĂŠ, it was like vindication for my fears. Like you had proven them right. I got so caught up in their hate- that I lost track of us in between.â
You again started crying at the end of the rant, it providing a much needed catharsis. Azriel wasâŚspeechless. He knew first hand how painful such insecurities were and to imagine that yours had dug so deep that you doubted their relationship⌠That you doubted yourself, made him want to stab his own heart out. Taking you into his arms, he whispered,
âMy love, your are not wrong for having fears or insecurities. Everyone has them. You should have told me about them. That was your one mistake, you should have let me help you.â
Turning to look at him, you gazed into his eyes as if searching them for some way out of this mess.
âHow do we move past this, Azriel?â You asked sadly.
âWell, we start by forgiving each other. And by promising that we never let a third get in between us again; whether thatâs Freya, Elain, my brothers, anyone. Never again, nightingale. Whatever issues we have, whatever fears, we solve them together. Can you promise that?â
âYes, my love, I promise,â you answered with a smile.
âSo weâre together again?â he asked with a smirk and you answered by throwing yourself into his arms. And as he held you in his arms, Azriel swore it was then that he took his first breath in weeks. He knew this was far from over. He knew it would take time to rebuild their relationship and their trust in each other to way it was, knew it would take time to fight away your insecurities along side his own. But in this moment, he only shuffled closer to you, inhaling your scent to give solace to his weary heart.
Pulling away, he wiped the tears from your face and asked with a smirk,
âWell, it is way past the date, but would you be interested in a belated, anniversary breakfast my lady?â
In answer you only let out a laugh of your own, the sound more melodious to Azriel than the sweetest opera, and you took his hand in your own as the two of you began to walk towards your favorite cafĂŠ, where all this heartbreak had started.
The two of you walked hand in hand to the same cafĂŠ, hearts beating as one, to a new start.
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Hiiiii
I really like your blog (especially chanâs fics)
BUT, as much as I love channie, Iâm currently in a total Han brain rot so I was wondering if you could write something like âhis good girl, alwaysâ or âsafe wordâ with a dom jealous/possessive Jisung x fem!reader
if youâre comfortable doing it OF COURSE
Anyway have a good dayyy đ
only i can touch you here
pairing: jealous/possessive/soft dom!han x fem reader
genre: smut
word count: 3 screen shots and ~2.3k words
warnings: mentions of enhypens jungwon and sunoo, jealousy, marking, oral (f.receiving), implied subspace, smacking
an: anon, youâve waited like 6 months for this. and i have no excuses for myself. but.. good things come to those who wait? at least i hope itâs good? listen.. im doing my best. iâm just a girl. lol i hope youâre still around to read this. <3 also, weâve got mr minhoâs birthday coming up and i have noooo idea what to write for him. i have some requests for minsung but i want something thatâs just minho. so if you have any ideas.. send them my way pls. <3
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anon mentioned: his good girl always and safe word
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the sound of the lock mechanism on your front door whirring pulled you out of your focus. you glanced up to see a tired looking han shuffle though the door. the couple seconds your eyes werenât on the screen was enough for sunoo to pass you and cross the finish line, winning the race. he cheered and jungwon and yourself threw your controllers down in defeat.
âhi hannie.â you said, smiling up at him from the couch. he toed his shoes off before crossing the apartment toward you. he noticed how closely jungwon was sitting next to you. his knee was touching yours. han thought there was plenty of room on the couch. there was no need for him to be so close. han came around the back of the couch and put his hands on your shoulders. you tilted your head back to look up at him, his face upside down from your view.
âhey there, princess.â he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on your lips. your skin was warm with the pet name and the show of affection while other people were in the room. han pulled his lips away from yours with a smile and turned his attention to jungwon.
âhowâs the game going?â han sat on the back of the couch, his hands still on your shoulders, massaging gently.
jungwon looked a little flustered. âuh. good.â he said. âsunoo keeps winning though.â
âwell i knew this one wasnât winning.â han poked your cheek with his finger. âsheâs not very good and mario kart. though itâs adorable watching her try so hard.â
âhey im getting better!â you argued. âi almost won that one!â you pointed at the tv.
the fond smile on jungwons face at your words didnât go unnoticed by han. and it frustrated him. he hated being this way, knew he shouldnât be jealous. he was very comfortable in his relationship with you. he trusted you fully and didnât believe you would ever leave him for jungwon. but han couldnât help the feeling of anger that bubbled up inside of him.
though he took small comfort in the fact that jungwon could never please you the way he does. and maybe he would just have to remind you of that.
âwe should actually get going.â jungwon said, standing up. âweâve got an early recording session.â
âthanks for having us over.â sunoo smiled. âit was fun.â
you wiggled your way out of hanâs harsh grip and stood, walking them to the door. âit was so much fun. we will have to do it again sometime. maybe i can invite felix over next time. he would actually pose a challenge to sunoo.â you giggled.
âyeah that sounds great.â jungwon smiled. he opened his arms and you hugged him. hanâs grip tightened on the couch, his jaw clenched, but he remained quiet. the hug lasted a little too long, han thought. with jungwonâs hand rubbing up and down your back before he pulled away. the hug goodbye to sunoo was much shorter. not even a real hug, just a side hug. and then the door was clicking shut behind them, plunging the apartment into silence.
han stood and approached you. he brushed your hair out of your face as you looked up at him, a smile on your lips, excited to see him.
âi missed you, baby.â he said.
you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him in and burying your face in his chest. âmissed you.â you mumbled, voice muffled by his shirt.
âiâm glad theyâre gone. iâm not sure how much more i could have handled.â your cheek vibrated with the vibrato of his voice radiating through his chest. âthe hug almost pushed me over the edge.â
âweâre just friends though.â you said, looking up at him.
âi know you are, baby. i just get a little antsy when another man has his hands on you.â he cupped your cheek in his hand before leaning down and kissing you gently. âyouâre my little baby. jungwon needs to keep his hands to himself.â
you couldnât deny the pulsing you felt in between your legs. you were unsure if it was the kiss, or his words, or a combination of both.
âbut it makes me feel better when i think about how he could never make you cum the way that i make you cum.â
you shoved your face back into his shirt, embarrassed.
âisnât that right, baby?â
âhannie..â you groaned.
âdo you need me to remind you?â he gently pushed you away from him, forcing you to meet his eyes. âdo you need a reminder of why youâre mine?â
you shook your head no. âi donât need a reminder. i know he could never compare to you.â
âdo you?â he asked, taking a step closer to you. you took a step back, the look on his face letting you know he was going to remind you anyway. he strode forward as you hesitantly stepped back. like a cat cornering a mouse. âif you donât need a reminder, then why do you let him touch you like that?â you were walking backwards through the bedroom door now, his intense stare never wavering.
âlike what, hannie?â your voice came out smaller than you intended.
âhe sits so close to you that his leg was against yours.â he says. âhis hug lingered way longer than sunooâs. and thatâs just what happened while i was here.â
the back of your legs hit the bed frame and you had nowhere left to run to. he had you caged in. âitâs almost as if you like it when he touches you.â
âi donât. i pr-promise.â you stuttered. âi o-only like it when you touch me.â
âoh poor baby.. tripping over your words.â he cooed. âdo i make you nervous?â
you nodded. âa little bit..â
âthereâs no reason to be nervous, little one.â he brushed his fingers over the skin of your neck and down to your collarbone. goosebumps bloomed on your arms and a shiver ran through you. âiâm just going to help you remember why iâm the only one who gets to touch you.â
he leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. his lips soft on yours, a stark contrast to the way he was speaking.
his hands traveled under your shirt and held you by the waist. he pulled you closer, needing to feel your body against his. you could feel him, hard against you. he let his fingertips graze over your skin, causing you to squirm.
âmy babyâs so ticklish.â you could feel his smile against your lips.
he made quick work of your shirt, tossing it somewhere behind him. and your bra followed soon after, joining the shirt on the floor. he kissed down your jaw and down your neck, sucking and biting little dark marks into your skin. marking you as his. you had your hands against his chest, your breathing shaky. a particularly hard bite from him caused you to yelp. âsorry baby.â he ran his tongue over the bite, soothing it. âeveryone is going to know who you belong to.â he whispered against your skin.
he kissed his way down until he was kissing your shoulders, his fingers finding their way to your bare chest, running softly over your nipples. âlay back for me.â he said, pinching your nipple and tugging on it gently.
you did as he asked and climbed on the bed. flat on your back, head against the pillow, you looked down at him. he took off his shirt, tossing it in the growing pile, before climbing on the bed too. his mouth went straight to your breast, his tongue swirling. your fingers threaded through his hair, soft sounds of his name falling past your lips. he took his time, your nipples tingling and your pussy begging for stimulation. you rolled your hips up into him. his strong hand found your hip and pushed you back down.
âis there something you want, baby?â his breath felt cool against the damp skin of your breast.
âwill you touch me, hannie? please?â you tried to roll your hips again but his hold was firm.
âyou want me to touch you?â he teased. âdidnât jungwon touch you enough?â
he smirked against your skin, kissing his way down your tummy now. his fingers hooked your pants and your panties and pulled them off in one swift motion. he could see how wet you were, could see how badly you needed him and it made him ache. he palmed himself through his pants, his cock needing to be touched. but it would be a while before he could get to it. he planned to take his time with you. he just hoped he wouldnât blow in his pants.
âi asked you a question, baby.â
he looked up at you, his body hovering over yours, not making any contact. you needed him but your brain was foggy. what had he asked you? you couldnât remember.
âhannie..â you whined. âi donât.. please.â
âare you getting all spacey on me already?â he kissed just below your belly button, your body arching into him, silently begging for him to please just touch you.
âi asked if our sweet jungwon had touched you enough.â
you shook your head no. âhe didnât.. would never let him..â you attempted to form a sentence.
han hummed in understanding. âhe definitely had his hands on you baby. but he didnât touch you⌠here.â he quickly touched your clit with the pad of his index finger before quickly pulling away. you gasped, your body jolting.
âdid he, baby? no.. he could never touch you here.â he ran his fingers up through your slick, slowly circling around your clit. âas much as he may want to.â
he slowly sank two of his fingers into you, curling them slightly. âonly i can touch you here.â he started pumping his fingers in and out, the sounds of your arousal reaching your ears.
you couldnât control the string of syllables that came out of your mouth when he leaned down and wrapped his lips around your clit. thats when he started to loose control too. he always had trouble keeping a level head when he had his tongue on you. the taste of you drove him crazy and he really had to focus so he could finish his little lesson.
he could feel you squeezing around his fingers. and he pulled them out, much to your disappointment. but you werenât empty for long. he used his hands to spread you wider, before sticking his tongue inside your hole as far as he could get it, licking your walls. he wanted to feel you squeeze his tongue, and you did. he groaned against you, drinking in as much of you as he could get. his own head was starting to get fuzzy, his whole body tingling. he focused on your face, your eyes scrunched tight, your bottom lip between your teeth, your skin flushed with color. god you are so beautiful. he would never get tired of this view.
âfuckâ hannieâŚâ you moaned, your fists grabbing at the sheets, then grabbing at his hair.
he slid his fingers back inside you, pumping faster. âare you gonna cum, baby?â
you nodded, your body tensing, your breathing becoming more difficult.
âwho does this pussy belong to?â he asked.
you were rocking your hips in time with his fingers, chasing your high. you could feel it building, threatening to snap at any moment. he pulled his fingers out and slapped your pussy with his hand.
âanswer me.â he snapped. he slipped his fingers back inside before asking again âwho does this pussy belong to?â
you were trying hard to get your mouth to do what you wanted. your brain was screaming âitâs your pussy! yours!â but your mouth couldnât form the words.
he pulled his fingers out again, not satisfied with your silence. he pinched your poor little clit in between his fingers. âbaby.. youâre not going to cum until you answer me.â
frustrated tears were leaking out of the corners of your eyes.
âiâll ask one more time.â he slid his fingers back inside you, starting his motions again. you were clenching around him, teetering right on the edge of bliss. âwho.. does this pussy.. belong to?â he timed his thrusts with his words. you were seeing stars already, your mind swimming in pleasure.
ây-y-you!â your voice cracked. â sâyour pussy hannie!â you cried. âplease.. please.. itâs yours.. please.â
he loved seeing you like this. a total wreck and completely pliant in his hands. his life felt so out of his control most of the time, but this.. you.. you were completely under his control and he fucking loved it.
âthatâs right baby.â he pumped faster. âyouâre mine. i own this pussy.â
âyes!â you blindly agreed.
âcum for me. let my pussy cum.â he ordered. and before the sentence was even finished, you were coming apart under him. everything stopped. your body froze, your breathing stilled. but his fingers kept moving, and your body felt like it was moving as waves of pleasure washed over you. âthere you go baby.. fuck.â
he leaned down and took your clit into his mouth briefly before running his tongue around his moving fingers, unable to help himself. he needed to taste you. you whined at the overstimulation.
you were coming down from your high, your body relaxing, your mind slowly returning to normal. he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean. he kissed back up your body until he reached your lips. you lazily kissed him back.
âonly i can make you feel like this.â he muttered against your lips.
âi know.â your voice was hoarse. âyouâre all i want.â
he kissed you slowly, pouring all of his love into it. you could taste yourself on his tongue. âiâm all you want?â he teased. âprove it.â he pushed his clothed erection into your thigh.
you moaned quietly, your body still recovering.
âcome back to me, baby.â he rubbed his hand on your hip. âweâre not even close to done.â
⥠pls reblog if you liked it! it truly helps a lot and makes me smile :) âĄ
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Your Remus x reader fics have melted my cold, cold heart and now Iâm a mess. Theyâre so soft! And Iâm so soft for gentleness! Please write more if you feel like it. Maybe something where reader is exhausted mentally and a wee bit teary, and Remus is his lovely, comforting self. Regardless, all the air kisses for you!!
thank you so so much lovely!! this is one of the most beautiful asks iâve had in a while. i hope this is what you were looking for, so many air kisses back at you!! this is a continuation of this and this but doesnât have to be! || remus lupin x fem!reader, 1.4k words, cw pet names and a teary, tired reader
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Remus is not having a good day because itâs abundantly clear to him that youâre not having a good day.
Heâs spending the day working at yours, because his wifi is fucked and for once it isnât just an excuse to spend time with you. Although he supposes he could have turned to Sirius who lives far closer to him than you do, so itâs a bit of an excuse to see you after all.
His wifi is fucked though.
So he sits at your tiny dining room table that can only fit two chairs and spends the day trying not to look at you too much opposite him. He fails miserably, and itâs not usually miserable to look at you but each time he does, you look thoroughly despondent.
âAnother cuppa, lovely?â
You startle as you look at him over your laptop like youâd forgotten he was there. You have to blink from your screen and back to him a couple of times before you can finally process what heâd said to you.
âThank you.â
He slips away to the kitchen, socked feet quiet on wooden floors because now heâs terrified of startling you. Itâs 3pm in the afternoon and the third cuppa heâs made you today, but he wonders if he should have made you more. He begged you to stop for lunch multiple times but you very gently argued that youâd just got too much to do today, that he could take whatever he wanted from the fridge.
He should have just made you a sandwich without asking. Now heâll interfere with your dinner if he does. Heâs really struggling to know what to do here. As he carries two fresh cups of tea back to the dining room table, he feels a little bit breathless.
âTea for the pretty lady,â he flirts, because it usually makes you smile this bashful smile that he really likes. But as he places the cup next to you, he notices your watery eyes just as you turn away to hide them.
âThank you,â you say quietly, all scratchy. Remus feels like heâs about to cry just looking at you, so he makes an effort to pull himself together as he crouches next to your chair.
âDove?â
Youâre still staring at the wall rather than him. He isnât going to rush you, though, or force you to look at him if you donât want to. Heâll stay hovering by your side for as long as youâll let him, but he places a tentative hand on your shin after a few seconds so you know heâs with you.
When you turn to face him, sniffling, the first tear has fallen. You were clearly holding them in, and it feels like a physical ache in his chest.
âSorry,â you say through an empty laugh as more tears fall and you hurry to wipe them away. He squeezes your shin for lack of what to do. He is totally helpless, but thereâs also this instinct deep within him that kicks in and tells him to do whatever it takes to fix this.
âItâs okay,â he assures gently, âYou want to talk about it?â
âI hate crying,â you say instead, looking upwards to try to stop the tears falling again. He takes a second to kneel down rather than crouch, however much his knees hate it, so that he can reach up and wipe your tears himself. The pads of his thumbs swipe across your cheeks and he hopes you feel at least a little loved.
âI know, lovely.â
He doesnât say much else, because heâs invited you to speak and you will, when youâre ready. He really really doesnât want to rush you. Another swipe of his thumb removes another traitorous tear. He keeps his other hand as a steady pressure on your shin even though he doesnât know if thatâs even helpful.
âI donât even know why Iâm crying,â you say, another halfhearted laugh accompanied by more tears, âNothingâs happened. Iâve just got so much on, and so many emails and texts I havenât replied to and I saw another one pop up on my phone and I justâŚâ
He nods sympathetically as you trail off and immediately bury your face in your hands as the real sobs start. Itâs instinct once again that takes over as he strains upwards to put his arms around you as best he can, one over your shoulders and the other bringing your head to his chest. You go willingly.
He presses his forehead to the top of your head and murmurs into your ear.
âOh, my girl. Youâre alright. Iâve got you, you can cry.â
His words seem to make you cry harder and it only makes him pull you in closer, as close as he can.
You apologise yet again after a few minutes and he just strokes your hair and says nothing. He thinks it helps. You begin to calm down after a little while longer, he can feel you try to pull away and he lets you go easily, shifting until heâs kneeling beside you again.
âGod, what a mess Iâve made,â you laugh again, a defence mechanism if heâs ever seen one. You wipe the wet patch youâve left on his shirt in vain and he catches your hand in his. Brave, he thinks.
âNone of that,â he insists softly, âThis shirtâs all special now. The day you finally let me see you cry, immortalised in the fabric.â
Your laugh is far more genuine this time and heâs very proud of himself.
âBeen wanting to see me cry for a while, have you?â
âAll my life, dove. I was beginning to think Iâd just have to mean to you and get it over with.â
You gasp dramatically, but itâs all for show.
âI donât think you have it in you, Remus.â
âMaybe not,â he hums wistfully, âSeeing you cry has just now made the top five of things that make me cry. But Iâm glad you trusted me with it.
You soften, visibly, he can see it in your eyes as you tilt your head at him. You press your lips together and wipe your eyes again, but thereâs no more tears to be found.
âI suppose if I had to cry, Iâm glad you were here for it too,â you say with a small grin and it isnât like your usual one, but itâs a start. Your face grows a lot more serious as you say, âYou make pretty much everything a bit better.â
And he doesnât know what to do with that at all. If youâd said that to him back when the two of you were sixteen, he might have told you he was in love with you then and there. But heâs not sixteen anymore, and he has enough sense to know this is far from the time for that. So he hopes he isnât blushing too much and goes back to what he knows.
âOnly a bit better?â
You shove him, and heâs on his knees, so heâs quick to lose his balance and go toppling to the floor. It finally brings out your real laugh, loud and giggly, as you wriggle about in your chair.
His knees hurt but all he can feel is delighted.
Soon enough, he heaves himself to standing, pretending to glare at you as he returns to his chair and youâre still giggling.
âYour tea will go cold. I made that for you ages ago, you know.â
âI was crying!â
âI know. It was very annoying,â he says, grinning at you so you know he doesnât mean a word. You laugh yet again, which is exactly what he was going for, âSeriously, lovely. Please say something when youâre feeling overwhelmed, I canât bear for all that to be happening in your pretty little head without me knowing.â
He sees you react to the word pretty this time; you preen.
âI donât want you feeling left out,â you agree teasingly, with a little sigh, âAlright, Iâll tell you. Only if you reply to all my texts for me.
âIf you order Chinese for dinner, we can sit on the sofa and reply to them together?â
You look like you could run round the table and hug him again, and he considers his job complete. That little instinct that urged him to fix it calms down and the big instinct he usually has to kiss you senseless returns full force. He sips his tea instead of listening to it, for now.
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if you have a request of your own (esp for more of this universe or more soft!marauders, i would love to hear from you sunflower <3
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hi dira!! can i request fluff with aomine daiki please? c:
How much do you love me? - Aomine Daiki x Reader
âCan I ask you a question?â The girl asks and you wonder why she looks so familiar.Â
âSure,â you answer as you focus on making your drink.
âYouâre dating Aomine-kun, right?â The suffix is unnecessary and you ready yourself for an equally unnecessary question to follow.
âYeah, why?â
âHow do you know he even likes you?â
âExcuse me?â You step to the side, your finished drink and a new bottle of beer for Daiki in your hands. She follows your steps, leans in as if you need to hear her any better.
âHeâs always so⌠bored around you. I was just wondering if he even cares.â
âAnd youâre wondering why?â
She blinks, confused by your question.
You force yourself not to roll your eyes. âLook, Iâm sure youâre really concerned for my well-being and all, but this is none of your business.â
âI was just trying to be nice!â She pouts, crossing her arms in front of her. âBut if you want to throw yourself at someone who doesnât care, be my guest.â
âThank you, I will.â You leave her standing there and return to your friend group in what Takao once dubbed the ânerd cornerâ.Â
Despite the loud music, the people dancing and the amount of alcohol in almost everyoneâs system, Akashi and Midorima are deeply focused on a Shogi Game. Kuroko, not far behind them, is mocking Midorimaâs focused glare by pushing up imaginary glasses to Momoiâs amusement.
Kise and Takao have managed to keep a few girls by their side, no doubt telling stories about their games and - as far as you know Takao - exaggerating them a lot.
Murasakibara is asleep on the Couch, his massive body effectively keeping Himuro from getting up and joining Kise and Takao, but his miserable look is too enjoyable to help him.
Daiki, however, is in a heated conversation with Kagami and if youâve understood the tidbits youâve caught right, itâs still very much about shoes, a topic they can never agree on.
âHere,â you hand Daiki his bottle of beer, suddenly all too aware of your body and his and everyone around.
âThanks,â he grabs the bottle and, in one swoop, pulls you in, resting his head on top of yours as he glares angrily at Kagami. âNo, you donât understand! Itâs about the cushioning. No wonder your knees are shit with the shoes youâre wearing.â
You stay like this, his arms wound around you, his chest pressed against your back. You listen absentmindedly to their discussion, making faces at Himuro when he pleads with you for help. Itâs only when you need to pee that you move again, pushing against Daikiâs hold.
âWhere are you going?â He asks immediately, cutting off his own argument.
âToilet.â
âYou tired?â Daiki asks, deep blue eyes wandering up and down your body. âYouâve been quiet.â
âDidnât have anything to contribute,â you lie, before shaking your head. âJust in my head, is all. You need another beer?â
âNah,â he shakes his head. âThatâs my last one. Wanna dip when you get back?â
Thatâs a little surprising. Daikiâs usually one of the last to leave a party, easily carrying you out when youâre already half-asleep.
But youâre not feeling this party anyway and since heâs offering.
âYeah, sure.â You nod, turning toward the bathroom before you finally have mercy on Himuro.
âKagami, you should help your brother.â
âWhat?â Kagami turns, clearly surprised at the sight. âWhen did that happen? Does anyone know how to wake that mountain up?â
âI think thereâs some cake in the kitchen,â you call out as you leave, knowing full well that no matter how deep heâs sleeping, Murasakibara will always hear the word cake.
-
Daikiâs hand is warm around yours, swinging your joined hands back and forth as you walk. His thumb traces patterns across your knuckles but heâs quiet, save for the occasional nudge when he sees something he thinks youâd hate to miss - like the calico kitten on the corner or the jewelry display in the window.
Maybe heâs tired, you think. Heâs had a rough week for sure, training every day - and collecting loads of kisses as his reward after - and at least one test heâd asked your help for.
You turn left toward the dorms which leaves you on the outside of the pavement, closer to the cars and Daiki pulls you in and around him in one swift motion. It almost feels like heâs dancing with you.
Now heâs on the outside again, grinning when you gape at him.
âYou think Iâm letting you walk on that side? No chance.â
And you should have known, because this happened before, but maybe youâve been too much in your head tonight to think heâd do it again.
No, not maybe. You truly have been too much in your head.
âYou know,â you start, the dorms coming into sight, âa girl asked a really dumb question today.â
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah. She said you always looked so bored and asked how I know you actually like me.â
Daikiâs head snaps over. His glare is impressive even in the dim light of the street lamps.
âShe did not say that.â
âShe did.â
âWhat a bitch.â
You snort. âDaiki.â
âWhat? She has to be. Does she want to break us up or what?â
âDonât know, I left.âÂ
âGood,â he pulls you in where you stand until your face is pressed into his chest and his arms tie him to you. âNot letting you go.â
âAre you turning sappy with me?â
He pinches the meat of your hips in retaliation but his touch is gentle, even more so when he presses a kiss to the side of your temple.
ââm not good at saying it,â Daiki apologizes, his breath fogging over you, âbut you know I love you, right?â
âYeah,â you nod, touched by the affection pooling in his eyes. âI know. I love you too.â
âYou better,â he huffs out, pulling you close again. ââm not being vulnerable for just anyone.â
-
âYou wanna come up?â You ask when you reach your dorm, his hand still firmly in yours.
âYou could sleep at my place,â Daiki offers. âBigger bed.â
âYeah, but when did you last change your sheets?âÂ
âYesterday, actually,â he grins proudly. âI am on top of my cleaning duties.â
You narrow your eyes. âAnd the shower?â
âI made Kise clean it. Itâs sparkling, I swear.â
You huff in disbelief. âThat almost sounds like you were expecting me to come over⌠Fine, Iâll grab my things.â
âIâll come up with you.â
Itâs a miracle he doesnât fall asleep on your bed as you pack your stuff, heâs always the first one to drift off but he seems to busy himself with counting your collection of trinkets, turning them around in his massive hands as he inspects them.
âLooking for inspiration?â You ask and he nods absentmindedly.
 âOur anniversary is coming up,â he huffs and you donât comment on it, too stunned by his thoughtfulness to come up with words.
It takes you the whole walk over to his dorm, up the stairs and into his room to figure out what you want to say but then youâre in his arms, his lips on yours, your cold feet entangled with the warmth of him, and the words leave you like a sigh.
Youâll tell him tomorrow, you think as you drift off, how much you love him.
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principiis amoris.
synopsis: In other words, five times Dottore swore he hated you and the one time he realized it was the opposite.
includes: dottore w/ gn! reader
notes: I wanted to try my hand at these 5+1 fics, and Dottore seemed to be the best candidate. Behold, 6k+ words of fluff. Reader and Dottore are complete menaces (and not very good people) and you also throw a book at someone.
I. blindness
Much to anyoneâs surprise, Zandik was having what he would call a good day. Today was the last day of all of his especially boring and easy classes, the illegal parts he secretly ordered came in, and he would be able to stay in his dorm for a while before classes started again. A break from these all these so-called scholars would be much appreciated. He was growing rather tired of them and was greatly looking forward to the much-needed retreat of progressing his research. He could feel it already - the sweet sensation of tinkering with the new parts quickened his pace.
What he was not expecting was his door to be open, voices and rustling noises coming from inside. Immediately a frown appeared and his good feeling was lost. Quickly, he entered the room and saw an unknown figure donning the Akademiyaâs robes, and an academic counselor he recognized standing in his room. Now he was glad he made sure to put his tools away. Ones that were totally not prohibited.
âWhat is the meaning of this?â He didnât try to hide the loathing in his voice.
The counselor shifted in place, clearly not wanting to be here anymore due to his presence. You, on the other hand, didnât seem to care. In fact, Zandik could see that you were smiling.
âAh, hello Zandik. Good to see you are doing well,â she lied through her teeth. âThis here is [Name], your-â
âYour new roommate!â you chimed in. The counselor shrunk in her place even more, probably regretting all her life choices now as Zandikâs laser gaze was on her now.Â
âI thought I made myself clear when I informed you that I did not want anyone in my dorm?â
âYes, well, as per the rules of the Akademiya, every scholar should try to have a roommate for the purpose of cooperationâŚâ Her voice became progressively smaller as Zandik continued to burn his gaze onto her, âa-and collaboration. Regardless of your thoughts, [Name] has to try to dorm with someone, and that someone happens to be you.â You nodded your head in agreement as the counselor spoke.
âSo please, um, try to get along!â She quickly excused herself and scurried out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. You smiled at him yet again, sticking your hand out for a handshake, to which he only spared a glance and turned away.
âPleased to meet you! Iâm excited to live with you!â
âWeâll see about that,â he scoffed. Youâd be out of here in less than a week, just like the few other roommates he had. But to think he had to spend his break with a nuisance in his room now? That irritated him to no end. Though what confused him more was your sunny disposition. Quite literally everyone in the Akademiya knew him and acted the complete opposite.
âHehe, sure. By the way, I call the top bunk bed!â
It was from that moment he knew.
Zandik hated you.
II. relentless
Zandik had been giving you the cold shoulder since the moment you stepped into his (now yours too) dorm. You knew this would be a tough journey, but damn. At least he was good eye candy and wasnât loud. (If you excused his eerie laughter in the middle of the night.)
On this particular night, Zandik was at his makeshift workbench tinkering with Archon knows what, as usual. Unfortunately, even though you found it to be interesting, you were unfamiliar with all of that mechanical stuff. You always would look at him while he worked, and while he would sometimes snap at you to stop staring, he never actually did anything about it. Today was one of those nights.
âYouâve certainly been at that for a while,â you commented. Zandik showed no sign of reaction.
âYou donât want anything to eat? Or drink?â you continued.
âDonât have time,â he responded with no hesitation, far too interested in his new play toys, and also wanting to shut down this conversation immediately. But, you didnât think these were the ones he usually used. You think he kept the deadlier ones hidden away in case you reported him or something.
âTo consume something?â
âTo make something right now,â he corrected.
âWell, yeah, I know. Thatâs why Iâm going to make it for you,â you clarified, kind of surprised (but also not) that you needed to say it directly. This managed to make your roommate pause.
âSo you are offering to cook for me?â he clarified your statement yet again.
âYes?â This time he freed his hand of items completely and looked you dead in the eye.
âExplain.â
âE-Explain? Well, I mean, weâre roommates and all, habiting the same space. It only makes sense that we do things we each other once in a while.â
âSo you expect a transaction.â
âA transactionâŚ? Huh? No! This isnât some kind of business deal or whatever. No, I do not expect anything back from you. I am doing this for you because I want to. Thereâs nothing more to it.â There was no response from Zandik, and he was silent as if he was trying to process what you just said, which was rather cute.
âI do not understand.â
You mentally sighed. âThatâs fine, for now. Iâm gonna whip something up anyway.â Before he could protest further, you disappeared into the tiny kitchen the Akademiyaâs dorms provided.
You had to think of a suitable snack. He probably wouldnât eat it if it was too cumbersome and distracting from whatever he was doing. He needed some kind of finger food⌠and you had just the idea. You believed that when you were a struggling Akademiya student, it was only natural to have some good recipes up your sleeve.
Samosas. Delicious bite-sized pieces of goodness. Although they would take a bit to make, you didnât think Zandik would care. He hardly realized the difference between minutes and hours when he was in this kind of scientific state. And you were glad you stocked up the pantry with your own products because you really had no idea how Zandik lived in these conditions.
Soon enough, you had made a portion for him (and secretly snuck a few for yourself) and you had also made a piping hot cup of coffee, a studentâs best friend of course. You then plated it and brought it to your roommate, setting it down in front of him wordlessly, to which he seemed surprised.
Zandik did not realize you were even still doing that. He thought you were bluffing. But now that such aromatic food was right in front of him, his stomach came to life and he noticed the dryness of his throat. With squinted eyes, he tentatively picked up one of the samosas and inspected it. (Did he think you poisoned it or something?) But then he popped one into his mouth and began to chew experimentally. His face did not betray his emotions, but your questions were answered by his next actions.
âHmm,â he said matter-of-factly, before nomming on another samosa. You peered at him from the top bunk bed as he polished off the bowl of samosas rather quickly. Now, he was waiting for the coffee to cool.
âSooooo, how was my cooking?â you questioned, already internally knowing the answer even if he didnât admit it.
âIt was convenient,â he admitted. Most of the time, Zandik did not cook for himself, as he found the process a waste of time when he could be doing other things.Â
âIâm glad. And the taste?â
âIt was fine.â Actually, it was far more than fine. The constant consumption of the easiest food to make had dulled his taste buds and made him accustomed to bland food. Though your food was quite tasty, Zandik was not about to let you get a big head now.
âJust fine? Seemed like you scarfed them down pretty quickly,â you teased.
âThe quicker I eat, the quicker I am able to devote my full attention to the research,â he corrected you. You pouted but still felt pleased.
âThen Iâll make something for you every day.â
He felt on guard again at your kindness. âWhy?â
You raised an eyebrow at him. âDidnât I already say? âCause weâre roommates and all, and also soon-to-be friends. And friends usually help each other out, yeah? And also because Iâm kind of worried how you eat the same thing over and over.âÂ
He immediately frowned at your proposal. âI am not your friend. And never will be.â
You shrugged your shoulders and moved to lie down instead, pulling the blankets over you. âEhe, weâll see. I have a way with words, you know!â You smiled and winked at him, to which you received a deadpan glare. âGood night, Zandik! Oh, and make sure to clean up afterward!â
âHmph.â
Friend. He toyed with the word and idea in his head, mocking it internally. Friend⌠friend, as if that could ever be feasible. Of course not.
Zandik hated you.
III. possessivenessÂ
It had been a while since you moved in with Zandik, and he stopped treating you with disdain. Though, Zandik was Zandik, so you still got a tongue-lashing from time to time. (But you could never take him seriously anymore, which irritated him.)
Lately, though, he had begun to show you some of his research, and even begun to let you tinker with some of his stuff! Only while he was present of course, but you were elated. Though, he seemed to be enjoying this more than you somehow. You could ask one question and suddenly heâd be on a tangent. But you were just happy he was talking to you.
You had been upgraded from hated stranger to tolerable stranger to okay acquaintance in Zandikâs eyes. You had insisted on calling him your friend, to which he still did not understand, but for some reason he allowed it. Perhaps it was because it felt nice.
Actually, you were a helpful, okay acquaintance. You frequently looked over his notes for him, correcting spelling and grammar errors from when he scribbled so fast. Tidied up his bed and work space too. The best part was that you had begun to run errands for him so he didnât need to leave the dorm himself. After these series of events, you had declared yourself his assistant without even asking him first, but he supposed that was okay. He valued usefulness. And maybe your company a bit, too. And although he enjoyed silence the most, maybe he liked how nice your voice was in the background.
Today was one of those days where he waited for you to get back from an errand. It was quick and easy, and the seller wasnât too far away. Like always, he occupied himself with his work and awaited your return, which proved to be fruitful as usual. But after a while, something did not feel right.
Zandik could not put his finger on it. Why did he have this feeling in the back of his mind? He was quite irritated at this itch he could not reach. Perhaps you would have-
Thatâs right. You. You. You. Where were you? Thatâs when he realized that you were gone longer than you usually were. To think that his body and mind would get so accustomed to your presence. He wasnât sure whether to feel disgusted or not by this feeling.
He wondered what was the holdup. But there was naught he could do except wait. And wait. And wait. Until the jiggle of the doorknob drew his attention and you stepped through the door with the items he requested.Â
âHey, Zandik,â you greeted, locking the door behind you and dropping the bag on the table. He didnât respond, but you didnât think that was anything strange since he never cared much for greetings. âGot your stuff,â you continued your normal routine, kicking off your shoes and shedding your sweater, expecting the silence to continue.
âWhat took you so long?â You almost did a double-take when he spoke.
âWhat?â
âWhat took you so long?â he repeated.
âOh, on the way back, some students stopped me and asked if I could explain some stuff to them. I guess I did take a bit longer than usual. Why?â you questioned. Did he really notice the difference? It hadnât even been that long, maybe ten to fifteen minutes extra that you took. And plus, itâs not like you two were doing anything together. Just sitting in silence with metal clanking as usual.
When you did not get any response, you raised your eyebrows and tip-toed your way over to him to get a glimpse of his expression. It was mostly empty if you ignored the eye twitching and the downward curve. You had to dig your fingernails into your palm to control the chuckles.Â
âCould it be⌠did you miss little old me, Zandik?â
âPerish the thought,â Zandik immediately interrupted before you could even finish your sentence. âYour whereabouts are not my concern,â he vehemently denied.
âMhm, alright then.â
âI simply do not see why you need to talk to those so-called scholars. They are not worth the time or energy to even look at.â
Ah, there it was. So he was jealous. You understood now.
âWell, I was just doing what a normal, nice person would do.â
âThe fact that you are still living with me proves youâre not normal. As for the nice part, you donât need to do that for anyone.â
âOh really? So what should I do, turn a blind eye to everyone else and save the sweet words for you?â you joked.
âYes. Were you not the one who declared yourself as my assistant? Assistants always follow their seniors,â he stated matter-of-factly.
You were completely surprised at his mini confession, that if you spoke carelessly, you knew youâd stutter. But you werenât complaining. You ignored the heat on your face, and matched his words.
âHmm⌠I would say in that case, you canât speak to anyone either, but itâs not like you do that anyway,â you said simply, biting down on your lip to prevent laughing. Zandik immediately scowled at your statement.
âI donât need, want, or care to speak to anyone. But since you clearly need to be around these low-tier scholars, you can get out this instant.â You couldnât help but double over with giggles now at his defensiveness and landed on Zandikâs bed. He huffed. You loved when he acted like this.
âAh, Iâm so glad I asked to dorm with you,â you giggled with a dopey grin. Zandik paused his work, taking in what you just said.
âYou⌠what?â
You turned to lay on your side and propped yourself up on your arm. âHmm? Did I say something strange?â you questioned.
âYou chose to live here? With me, of your own choice? I knew it was strange when the counselor chose me of all people. Surely there were others available?â Zandik was utterly baffled as he had now temporarily abandoned his tinkering to gauge your expression.
âYes! Shall I recount the exact events for you?â Without waiting for an answer, you prattled on. âOkay so, I went to the counselor lady and she wanted me to dorm with this random guy, and I was like okay cool, but then I got this little sneak peek of the list she had and I saw your name in fancy handwriting. And then I was like, hey, thatâs the smart cute morally dubious guy that I hear people talking about! So then I said, nah, give Zandik to me instead please- hey, why is your face kind of red?âÂ
You ended your little rambling and sat up straight, leaning into your roommateâs face. âHey, are you embar-â Before you could finish your sentence, he quickly spun back around to face his desk, trying to block out your incessant giggling.
âShut up,â he hissed in reply, quick to defend himself. âNo one in this school would willingly live with me.â And how dare you call him that? That⌠c-word.
âWell,â you clutched your chest to prevent any more laughter, âThatâs clearly not true anymore, because Iâve been here for quite a while! But wow, your face!â You toppled back onto his bed grinning. He swore you were brain-dead.Â
Zandik hated you.
IV. like-mindedness
Zandik did not like being in public. That was something you came to realize and understand rather quickly. For the most part, you had no qualms with it. You were quite content with bantering with him in the privacy of the dorm or in the desert or forest looking for whatever specimens he wanted. There were no distractions, no other people to give you weird stares or looks.
It was another normal day for you, and you came to realize that youâd actually been living with Zandik for quite a while. You liked to think that you two were rather close now. The time had flown by quickly for you, but apparently very long for others. To say people were baffled was an understatement.Â
People were shocked, fascinated, intrigued, fearful, any word you could think of, at how you managed to dorm with Zandik and still be alive, mentally and physically. Many people even applauded you for managing to live with Zandik for so long. You had people coming up to you asking for tips on how you confronted your fears so easily. The crazier ones even wanted to write a paper on your mental fortitude. (Thankfully your roommate hadnât found out about that yet.)
Today, however, the two of you decided to stop by Puspa CafĂŠ after class. It was a nice day to dine outside, and the coffee and food there was excellent. You had no complaints, especially since this was your first time doing this kind of thing with Zandik. It was going quite well, as the two of you read over your notes in silence until whispers began to penetrate the tranquility.
âHey, look over there. Is that Zandik?â
âOh wow, youâre right! This is my first time seeing him outside of class.â
âReally? This is my first time seeing him in general.â
âWell yeah, he only goes to class and then back to his dorm. Everyone knows heâs a freak.â Their blathering continued and you twitched your eye, unable to concentrate. You peaked at Zandik but he looked unbothered.
âWeâre right in front of them and can still talk about you like that?â You were simultaneously shocked and impressed at their audacity and stupidity. Zandik simply shrugged his shoulders, his uncaring attitude shining through as he was practically immune to these kinds of scenarios now. You huffed and flipped a page in your book. Sometimes you wished you could borrow some of his ability to not care what people think.
But there was only so much you could take. And Archons above, these scholars and their incessant talking were annoying. You had no idea how Zandik could continue to read so intently with this racket. At least he was more pretty when he was quiet.
Slowly you stood up, and Zandik glanced at you, a bit confused but not too interested, still absorbed in his own book. His eyes returned to the text, but then he heard a loud thump from the side. Now more of his attention was on you, as he saw you now closed the thick book shut.
â[Name]?â he questioned, raising an eyebrow. You were now retrieving some Mora, probably for the bill, and laying it on the table. âDo you have business to attend to?â
âBusiness? You know what, yes, yes I do,â you chuckled a bit eerily. âBut itâll only take a couple of seconds.â With that, you picked up the textbook and lifted it up and down like a weight. Finally, you positioned yourself properly and raised your arm toward the direction of the student.
You threw the fucking textbook.
It was a sight that Zandik would never forget. A heavy book that would hurt anyoneâs arm from lugging it around, flew through the air, and with uncanny precision, knocked the scholar right in the face.
It was dead silence for a few seconds.
And then chaos.
Screams erupted from the other students at the table at the sight of their fallen friend. A commotion was born as people scrambled to the boy. Zandik was having a bit of trouble comprehending what just happened. Yes, he just understood that you just threw a textbook at a guy, but he did not understand at the same time. Even he knew not to harm someone in public. (Private was a different case.) And you did it with no hesitation, no logical thought process of what would happen. It was an activity far from what most scholars did.
While he was in a little stupor, you quickly pushed your papers into your bag and slung it over your shoulder. âHey! Teyvat to Zandik! Donât just sit there! We have to leave the scene!â you scolded him, taking initiative and stuffing his work into his bag as well. He wasnât the most pleased with how you treated his precious research material but that was only a fleeting thought compared to what just occurred. You threw his bag over your shoulder as well and cursed at how heavy his damn textbook was. But what he did not expect was what you did next.
Rolling your shoulders back to prepare yourself for the weight, you then grabbed his hand and started pulling him away.Â
Zandik then had no words to describe his emotions. He could only focus on the prickles that arose from all over his body at such prolonged and close contact with you. He was used to your teasing - running your hands through his hair on occasion, or leaning in close to his ear to whisper something, but this simply broke his scale. He felt as though he was moving unconsciously, feet moving in sync with yours, and he had no idea how to feel or even understand this phenomenon.Â
âHey, I know you can walk faster than that!â Your voice snapped him out of his unfamiliar sensations, and thatâs when he realized what was happening. You had actually managed to drag him so far along that you were both probably halfway through the city looking like complete, bumbling fools. And you were still holding his hand, and thatâs when he realized again how lovely you looked in this moment. He quickly discarded those thoughts.
âRelease me this instant, [Name],â he threatened, immediately putting his vexed look back up. He could feel your warmth penetrating his whole body just from your hand.
âSure, sure~! Letâs turn into this alley to hide,â He could tell that was a complete lie because your laugh was so loud it probably rang out all the way to Port Ormos. Zandik scoffed and bit his lip to prevent a smile.
Soon enough, you both reached a secluded part of the city, away from all the hustle and bustle and caught your breath. You slid down a wall in relief and closed your eyes while Zandik had his eyes trained on you for what you just put him through.
âDo you have anything to say for yourself?â he raised an eyebrow at your crazy behavior. You peeked at him and put your hand on your chin, in a thinking position.
âHmm⌠well, that was quite fun, was it not?!â you tried to keep a straight face but you could not help but laugh at your friendâs incredulous expression.
âYou- we, we are going to get in trouble with the dean you know. And the counselors,â he said, trying to bite down the smile that kept rising when he remembered the expression on the assaulted studentâs face.
âWeâll be fineeeee,â you shrugged your shoulders and stretched your letters. âHavenât you gotten into more trouble with the head administration with your little controversial experiments? Besides, if weâre lucky, heâll be too scared to report the incident,â you laughed, completely nonchalant about what you just did.
âHmph. The blame is on you if anything happens,â he attempted to speak in an irritated voice, but he could not help but be amused. A bit elated, even. There were many people he wanted to see get chucked with a textbook. And do worse things too.
But a bit of the thrill came from how you did that with no hesitation. It was a⌠strange feeling to have someone do that for him. Actually, this whole relationship was strange. You were strange. Even he felt strange. He was honestly a straight-up asshole to you sometimes, like he was to everyone else. But that didnât drive you off. You still did things for him. You still spoke to him. You didnât want anything in return, not money, not knowledge, not relics, but perhaps what you did want was-
Zandik stopped that line of thoughts in its tracks, trying to ignore how his hand was all tingly from you holding it. Things were fine this way, he declared. He could not admit he was enamored with you. Nothing needed to change. He had to maintain his view of you, otherwiseâŚÂ
âYou know, Iâm surprised I even got you to do that. Did you hit your head too?â
âShut up.â
Zandik hated you.
(You two did get into trouble. The Akademiya assigned you an apology essay which Zandik refused to do so you had to write two separate essays for each of you. With some begging, he did your homework for you in return, and somehow managed to get the blood stain off of that textbook you had thrown. You didnât question where he learned that.)
V. kindness
It had been years since that fateful day, the time when you first moved in with Zandik. The Akademiya was a long and arduous grind, but that was to be expected. Your friendship with Zandik was one you cherished more than most things.
To say the two of you were close was an understatement. You still remember the counselorâs expression when you told her how well the two of you were getting along, and that there was no need for you to ever switch roommates. You think she became afraid of you too after that.
Tonight was a relaxed night. Zandik and you were not doing any work, simply laying side by side on his bed. (Even though he always threw fierce words at you, you knew he liked your touch.)
In the beginning, you would never be able to tear him away from that desk, but with time comes new things. You were just happy he was getting more hours of sleep.
The two of you lied in the dark as usual, simply enjoying the cool Sumeru breeze and the muffled noises from the city. You learned to grow content with these simple moments. But tonight you felt like talking.
âHey, Zandik?â
âHm?â
âRemember when you met me?â You could feel his head shift to look at you, probably for asking such a dumb question.
âYes, I do. Too well, actually.â
âWhat was your first impression of me?â you questioned, realizing you never actually asked him that.
âThat you were quite annoying and a thorn in my side.â
Anyone else might have been hurt by these words, but you did not mind. He made it pretty obvious that was how he felt in the beginning anyway, so it was no surprise. âBut what about now?â
âYouâre fine.â Even in the dark, he could feel your pout and pleading eyes. âAnd your intelligence and helpfulness deserve to be praised, I suppose.â And then he could feel your smile grow as your face was partially on his shoulder. From then the conversation flowed through many things. That research paper you two were working on, some kind of experiment he wanted to do on you (he swore it was painless), about that one scholar who was always annoying during the lectures.
The more you spoke, the more you realized how much of your life centered around being with Zandik here. You didnât know if you ever wanted to graduate. To ever be apart from him.
âYou know, Iâve been thinking. How long do you think weâll live here?â
âHmm, itâs hard to say. The benefits the Akademiya provides are far too good to let go of now. Speaking of that, thereâs somewhere I want to visit.âÂ
âOh, you mean those hidden ruins you think are connected with Khaenriâah?â How nice it would be if you could just drape your arm over his chest.
âYes. Though I donât know if the Akademiya will let me make another trip back to the desert as of right now,â he pondered.
âAre you referring to how youâve been on the Matraâs watch list for years? So they started following you everywhere?â you giggled.
âNot just me. You too, [Name],â he rolled his eyes. âAt least I never threw a book at someone in public.â You pouted and playfully punched his arm.
âCâmon, that was so long ago! You can stop bringing it up!â you whined. He would never let that go, huh? The conversation died down from there, but it was a comfortable silence, which you loved. After that little banter, your eyes began to droop and you yawned. Zandik glanced at you.
âTired?â You nodded and blearily rubbed your eyes.
âSleep, then,â he commanded, and you had no qualms with following that. Soon enough, Zandik was the only one left awake, staring out at the open window. He had found these little resting sessions of yours good for clearing his mind. He closed his eyes too.Â
Two people, on the same tiny, college-sized bed, arms brushing each other and talking nonchalantly. Totally, two good friends.
Friends. Friends, friends, friends. Long ago, the word left a distasteful feeling in his mouth, and it still did, but not for the reason he originally felt. Now, what he desired was more complicated.
Zandik hated you.
VI. endless
Zandik knew he would be expelled from the Akademiya soon, for the crimes he committed. And yet, instead of preparing for any future plans, he found himself following the directions of a note you left on his workbench. Meet me at our usual spot, 8 PM.
He was a busy man, more so in soon-to-be exile. He didnât have time for your frivolous games. But for some reason, he found himself heading over to the cliff anyway. It was dark outside, but the stars illuminated your figure, and that was when he noticed the basket next to you as well. You noticed him and sat up eagerly.
âHey, you made it! I was worried you wouldnât come, to be honest.â
â...What is this?â
âEh? A picnic, of course. The weather is real perfect for one.â
He was so astonished that the laugh building in his throat could not come out immediately. Surely you were aware of what he had done? Practically everyone in the Akademiya knew. You couldnât walk for five minutes without hearing rumors floating around. Or perhaps you were that oblivious?
âOh really?â His familiar, eerie laugh that you loved finally rang out. âDid a Ruin Guard finally toss you around well enough? Only an idiot wouldnât know what Iâve-â
âI mean, do killers not like picnics anymore?â You replied so nonchalantly, he was actually a bit shocked.Â
âYouâre⌠youâre frustrating,â he murmured.
The way you managed to make him so tongue-tied all the time made him itch to put you in your place, to snap back somehow, but he found himself unable to lately. Actually, he struggled to do that for a while now, and he despised how you made him feel like a bumbling fool.
âHeh, perhaps some of your unhingedness rubbed off on me,â you shrugged, patting down the spot next to you. âLook, I made samosas for you again.â
The blanket was soft and comfy, and though he didnât care much for the flavors of food, he did enjoy your cooking. You continued to polish off your meal before you spoke again.
âSo, I hear youâre going to be expelled soon.â
âCorrect. Though I care little for this place, itâs a shame to lose a suitable environment for my research.â
âHave you decided where youâre going? Iâm sure youâre not planning to stay exiled in the desert for the rest of your life,â you hummed. âLeaving this country, perhaps?â
âThat seems to be the most logical action. There is nowhere in this nation that would fund my research.â
âI see. Youâre going far away from here.â Zandik nodded in reply, but the more he thought about it, the more irritated he felt. Far away from here meant far away from you.
To think he felt no remorse for murder but he felt a tingle of emotion (sadness? regret? anger?) at no longer being with you. Whatever it was, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He loathed to admit it, but he enjoyed your company. He enjoyed dragging you out of bed in the morning, and he enjoyed you dragging him to bed at night. He enjoyed your bantering, your inquisitive nature towards his work. He enjoyed being the only person youâd treat like this and having one person to himself. Zandik enjoyed you, thoroughly and fully.
âWell, keep me updated. I already got my bags packed and ready to go.âÂ
âWhat?â A quirk of yours, he realized, was being able to leave him surprised at the most unpredictable times. Although scholars must plan for every possibility, he found it difficult to prepare for yours.
âIâm coming with you, of course. Youâre gonna need your number one assistant with you. Hey, whyâd you stop eating? We still need to get through the Padisarah Pudding.â
âYou? Accompany me?â All of a sudden, everything made perfect sense. Yes, of course! You were right, he thought, as a fit of laughter overcame him. It was a splendid idea, one that pleased him immensely. Having you with him would be a great asset for his research. No one suited the role better than you. And you, in general, were⌠nice. You didnât grate on his nerves like everyone else.
âHa! Good! Amazing, even! I shall be sure to tell you when we depart from this nation of fools.â You raised your eyebrows at his sudden enthusiasm, but witnessing Zandikâs bursts of inspiration was nothing new to you either.Â
âWell, glad to see youâre so keen on it,â you chuckled. âBut I have a request. Actually, itâs more like something I have to say to you before we embark on this. Itâs crucial, really.â
âOh? Do tell.â He wasnât rich, but he had the ability to procure a wide variety of items. The Nation of Wisdom was more corrupt than one would think. But he did wonder what you would ever want. You didnât chase after material goods like the majority of humans.
âTo be frank, I like you,â you declared, looking right into his eyes. At that moment, it felt like the world had gone silent. The wind stopped blowing, the animals lied low, the grass no longer rustled. âI like you. I want to be more than just friends with you,â you stated bluntly. You felt that getting straight to the point was the best course of action with Zandik, since many things besides his research and manipulating people tended to go over his head.
âSo, what do you say?â
There was no response. You attempted to build your case.
âBy the way, did you think Iâd go through all this trouble if I didnât want to be with you? I didnât dorm with you for no reason, you know.â
â...â
âFor such a smart guy, you arenât very good at this, are you? Well, I canât be too mad. Iâve been dealing with the denseness for a few years now. You know, Iâve been making the first moves this whole time.â
â...âÂ
The lack of response was beginning to make you nervous. You preferred the maniacal laughter of rejection at this point. âH-hey, Iâd like a reply, you know. You donât need to accept-â
Zandik thought. And he found that the words he spoke next were genuine.
âI find you⌠agreeable as well.â
You couldnât help but throw your head back and laugh, shoulders now relaxed. âWhy, such an amazing compliment from the high and mighty Zandik has me even more lovestruck!â He wanted to be mad, he really did, but it was at this moment he understood what it meant to be mesmerized by another person. He had found himself mesmerized by ancient machines, ruins, texts, his research. But he truly found you beautiful, your giggles echoing through the night.
âIâm agreeable, yes?â You turned to face him, your body leaning in closer to his. âAm I agreeable enough to do⌠this?â You tentatively glided your fingers over his hand, gauging to see how far Zandik would let you go. He stiffened at the foreign contact, clearly unused to it, but let you continue.
âWhat about this?â You slid your hand up and down his arm, keeping your eyes on his face the whole time. He tried not to show any emotions, besides a half-hearted scowl, but you could still see the red tips of his ears. He was so cute.
You scooted closer to him and let your other hand rest on Zandikâs thigh. âI think Iâm much more than agreeable in your books,â you teased, cupping his cheek. He scoffed in response but did nothing to refuse your advancement. You leaned in and connected your lips with your loverâs. It felt damn good. Zandik had no idea what he was doing, but it was endearing nonetheless. You kissed him again, and again, and he reciprocated, albeit a little awkwardly. Your heart soared as you pulled away, and placed a few final kisses on his cheeks.
âNow, how did that feel?â You already knew the answer to that, of course. You knew Zandik for a long time, and could tell when he was in a shitty mood, a bad mood, a grumpy one, an excited one, a happy one, and much more. This mood was one you havenât seen until now, but it sure was a good one. Completely flustered was a great look on him.
âI⌠I cannot come to a definitive answer as of now. I would say that I need to carry out some more experiments to reach a conclusion.â
âOh? Then Iâm a willing participant for however long as you want,â you smiled, finding comfort in his soft, teal locks.Â
And thatâs when Zandik truly realized. You were more tolerable than the rest. You were bearable enough to want to keep you around forever. Smart enough for him to desire to hear your honeyed voice. Soft enough to want to feel your skin against his. Ah, he would never say it though, as he brushed his lips over yours once again.
Zandik loved you.
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I donât know if your taking request, but if youâre not please ignore me.! But my request is Simon kid got a tantrum and Simon is comforting them𼺠(Please excuse my English. Itâs not my native language </3)
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simon comforts his son during a tantrum
very brief abuse mention
âWhat do we need the cranberries for, love?â
Simonâs pushing the grocery cart with your son in it. Meanwhile, you drag your feet behind him, your infant daughter asleep in a carrier against your chest. It seems, recently, she prefers sleeping during the day. The evidence of this is clear in the slackness under yours eyes.
Simon was used to preforming on little sleep. Itâs easy to say heâs handling the week of regression much better than you are.
âSalad,â you answer numbly. One hand rubs at your eyes, as if that will make them feel any less heavy, and the other hand rests on your daughterâs back. âWeâre having that salad I like tonight, remember?â
âWell, gonna have to find something else.â He raises a brow and juts a finger towards the shelf. âAll out. Bloody hell, whoâs buying cranberries this time oâ year besides you?â
You donât even have it in you to remind him to watch his language. Sighing, you chew at your lip and offer a small, lazy smile. Having him here, not just to help but to keep you sane, is something you cherish. Even through your lack of your sleep, you savor the moment; grocery shopping with your family.
With Simonâs bare face on display.
In public.
Something you were surprisingly used to now.
Itâs funny; you had sex with him, loved him, before you ever saw his face. And now itâs a face that you get to watch bury in your childrenâs tummies to blow raspberries in the mornings.
âWhat do you think, bug?â Simon asks the toddler in the cart, touching his little chin. âMaybe salad isnât the right call for tonight, huh?â
âDonât get him on your side,â you huff. âYou never want my salad.â
âIâd just prefer to eat a real meal,â Simon shrugs, glancing over the shelves as you walk through the aisle. You shouldâve known he had already been thinking about hijacking the dinner tonight.
And in this moment that Simon is distracted, looking for stuff to make a real meal, the toddler in the cart leans over to grab something.
Itâs a glass jar.
Manages to get both little hands on it and bring it to his lap in the cart.
âWhat are ya-â
Simon frowns and looks down at him.
âWhat do you have there?â he says and your eyes widen when you see your son hold up the jar precariously with his chubby hands. âNuh-uh, kid. Not gonna happen.â
Simon tuts at him and easily takes the jar away, but the action must feel like the end of the world to your two-year-old, because he immediately begins to cry.
Like screaming crying.
You should be used to it.
And you are.
How many nights had you dealt with your toddlerâs tantrums all by yourself, his father miles away?
But today youâre tired, and your ears are ringing, and frankly you feel like crying yourself when your son starts flailing his arms around, trying to get the jar back.
âNo, kid, you canât have-â
âSimon,â you sigh and shift the baby against your chest, whose starting to wake up. âIâll take them both outside. You finish getting everything.â
Shaking his head, Simon is already lifting the crying toddler from the cart and firmly telling you, âNo, Iâve got it. You just⌠pick out whatever you want, yeah? Salad is fine.â
You donât protest.
Itâs much easier for Simon to restrain the boy, simply grabbing both of his wrists in one hand so he canât hit. And holds him against his hip as he makes his way outside.
Seven years with Simon and heâs grown (emotionally) before your eyes. He had to learn how to safely express love, and it took time, but now he knows exactly how to love you, your kids. Shows it in patient words and gentle fingertips and constant acts of service.
Sure, there are moments where he gets frustrated (particularly when the boy tries to hit his little sister).
But Simon knows how to just be quiet and calm and let his son feel what he needs to feel. Because had anyone ever let him do that as a kid? Had anyone ever taken him outside during a tantrum, sit on a bench and hold him close, rubbing his back?
âItâs okay to feel angry,â Simon murmurs to his son. His cheeks red and puffy. âIâve got ya. Iâm here.â
The boy slurs out babble that Simonâs trained ears recognize as âwant itâ.
âRight,â his father sighs low. âI know what you mean, kid. Get proper mad when I don't get what I want," and he brushes a thumb to his cheek, "But we've got to find something that helps us stay calm, yeah?"
Simon doesnât scold your son. Doesnât tell him itâs okay, because he understands that it might not feel that way. Doesnât even give a shit that the crying is drawing attention from people. Simon just sits on the bench with him and lets the tantrum happen.
And as your sonâs tantrum fades into sniffles and little hands twisting around in his fatherâs shirt, Simon canât help but think about his own memories. Most of them faded or blacked out now, he still manages to recall a time when he cried like this and his father had pushed his face in the dirt for it.
âIâll give you something to fucking cry about.â
The words burn in his mind. Catch in his throat and force him to swallow. He used to shut those memories out, keep them buried somewhere underneath gunfire and blood and a mask. But now he welcomes them whenever they surface, learns from them. Reminds himself that he didnât deserve that treatment and neither do his own kids.
Simon holds the toddler even closer.
Hands splaying over his back and a small kiss to his forehead.
âLook at ya,â Simon mutters out a piece of praise. âFeeling calm, bug? Wanna go back to your mum?â
But the toddler shakes his head no and instead, they sit out there until youâre done with the shopping. When you finally walk out, you see that Simon is smirking in amusement, watching your son sit in his lap and draw his little finger over the skulls inked on his arm. A relaxing activity, perhaps, and the sight of it makes your heart spill over.
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âStuck to the screen, your words repeating. â ⸺ Kamo Choso
ăâ âąâ ă SYNOPSIS. after a long night of gaming, choso helps you fall asleep with his.. soothing voice.
ăâ âąâ ă WARNINGS. ooc choso | soft dom! choso | phone [more like voice chat] sex | not public sex but there was the threat of readerâs friends joining since itâs a public vc | porn no plot | reader & choso are gamers | mutual pining | mutual masterubation | overuse of pet names | choso is a tease | choso uses âmamaâ idc idc, it fits him [TO ME] | etc. if i forgot something let me know.
ăâ âąâ ă AUTHORâS NOTE. itâs the way iâm thinking about other things except piv sex, which is very exciting cause the shit got repetitive on my other acc. PLEASE EXCUSE ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES.
People that claimed gaming was a perfect past time were either naive or just plain stupid. How could one find the competitive, and nerve wracking hobby peaceful? There was always something going wrong. Whether having an awful teammate,a a bad day, or evenâ something as silly as bad luck.
Personally you didnât love video games. You had no plans of getting shouted at by grown men over a digital creation, which stats didnât affect you in real life. But.. as your friends usually did, they lured you into gaming.
Quickly too, giving you tips and tricks to assure you didnât drag the rest of them down. And as much as you hated to admit it, you actually enjoyed it. Clicking with the rest of your friends, especially a man around your age named Kamo Choso.
During group meet ups you and him spoke pleasantly on just about everything. Life, his siblings, shared music interest.. you two clicked deeper then you have with anyone else.
An innocent connection you felt were developing into feelings..
Manicured fingers slammed into the keyboard rested on the desk, whilst soft swears escaped your lips. You blinked at the bright screen, sighing heavily the moment defeat in bold red letters flashed across it.
âThis is our fifth loss in a row..â You moaned in annoyance, leaning back in your chair; adjusting the black headset you wore carefully. A soft chuckle came from the other line, taking you away from your annoyed thoughts.
âYou suck when youâre tired..â
âIâm not tired, Choso.â You countered quickly, rolling your eyes the moment another chuckle came from the man. You breathed softly, clicking off the game screen and switching over to discord. Your eyes traced the computer for a moment.
Choso and you were the only ones currently awake or rather currently in the voice chat, and have been for the past hour and thirty-minutes. You hadnât meant to play this long, however you sometimes got carried away.
You heard shuffling on the other side of the headset, causing you to gently grab your mic. âAre you going to sleep?â
âAre you?â Choso asked in a soft hum.
Your lips twisted in uncertainty, thinking over your options. The two of you could play another round and risk losing for the sixth timeâ or maybe try another game.. and still lose. Either one didnât seem like good choices, but, you didnât want to get off the chat with Choso; just yet.
So, with a soft hum you shook your head before replying with a quick âNo,â when you realized he couldnât see.
The man gave a curt sound, one that was surely of confusion. âThen.. do you want to go another round?â
âNo..â You sighed, rising from your chair to waltz over to your bed. You landed upon the cushiony mattress harshly, rolling onto your back and laying in a starfish position. âYou should read me a bedtime story or something.â
âI thought you werenât tired?â
You could practically hear the smirk in his words, causing your lips to twitchâ attempting to force down a smile. You rolled to your side, closing your eyes. âIâm not,â You said defensively, adjusting yourself into a comfortable position on the bed. ââbut I do need to go to sleep, and you have a soothing voice.â
For a moment you couldnât hear a thing, only your own breathingâ making you worry the voice chat had lagged out. But as quickly as those thoughts came they left even quicker, given the man was replying with a simple;
âYeah?â
You smiled slowly, smoothing your cheek into the soft pillow. âYeah..â
Choso paused for a moment before uttering, âHm.. Iâm sure you just have a voice kink.â
Your eyes opened wide at his statement, eyebrows pinched close as a warmth spread across you. Did.. did he just read you like a book? Was the single thought in your mind, causing you to slowly sit up to think it over.
And yet, he didnât give you that moment, interjecting before you could even think to reply; âWhat, did I hit it right on the mark? I was only joking..â
Youâve talked to Choso many times to know when he was joking or notâ plus you werenât an idiot, he was being dead serious.
So, you slowly cleared your throat, scooting back to rest against your headboard. âNo, what even makes you think that?â You questioned, lying straight through your teeth. You bit back a grin the moment you heard an airy chuckle, ignoring how such a sound caused shivers to dance down your spine.
âItâs obvious. Every single time I talk to you, you have this same look in your eyes.â He hummed into your ear, causing your eyes to flutter shut. âAlways listening, far too intently.. Eyes focused completely on my voice rather then my words. No wonder you always say huh, whenever we speak.â
Read after readâ Choso wasnât giving you air to breathe with these completely correct accusations. It wasnât enough you were physically attracted to the man, no; you had to be head over heels for his voice too.
You opened your mouth to speak, only for Choso to cut in;
âDeny it, and I wonât help you fall asleep tonight..â
Your eyebrows rose, teeth biting the inside of your cheek as you fiddled with your pajamas. âWhat, youâre gonna read me a story after all?â
âNah, I was thinking of something else,â His breath was airy, and you swore you could hear the rustling of fabric.
Such a thought caused the heat to pool down to your belly, thighs pushing together as excitement began to sprout. â..Thinking of what?â
Instead of answering you the man gave a soft, âLie on your back.â
That same heat swept over you, almost daring to question him again but deciding against it. Instead, you were quickly sliding to you lay on your back; hand spreading across the sliver of stomach exposed from your rising shirt.
âIâm.. on my back.â You spoke, nibbling on lip your as your fingers absentmindly traced patterns upon your skin. Your eyes fluttered shut, head rolling back onto the pillow as anticipation welled in your stomach.
âTake your pants off,â Choso spoke again, before quickly adding, ââjust your pants.â
You didnât know whether to continue to be excited or annoyed he was dragging the obvious outâ yet, you obeyed, again. Your thumbs hooked onto the elastic of your bottoms, tugging them down your body and kicking them to the edge of your bed. You laid there half-bare, waiting so impatiently for his next request.
âNow.. touch yourself.â
Your eyebrows pinched close for a moment, adjusting your position as your legs rose. âWonât I need to take my panties off?â You asked playfully, fingers sliding under the fabric for a moment before his curt response caused your hand to retract;
âI never said to take them off. I only said to touch yourself.â
You hissed softly, fiddling with the waistband of your undergarments for a split second. You could just push them down now.. there was no way he could tell, right? It was only voice chat.
But, for some stupid reason.. You decided to listen, hand slithering between your legs to slowly stroke your covered folds through the thin fabric. The motions continued as the pleasure set in, your legs widening and soft breaths escaping.
From the other side you could hear Chosoâs breathing become shallow with even more rustling following. You could just imagine it; him on his back, hair a mess from laying down and the headset, whilst his strong hand was slowly stroking himself through his boxers.
You wondered if he was leaking already; how there might be a wet spot slowly forming, darkening the fabric. Such a thought had your thighs clenching, finger delicately finding your bud below your panties.
The action caused your head to tilt back, lips parting as an audible gasp escaped.
âOh, you sound so pretty, princess. So, so pretty..â
You whined softly at his words, feeling far more aroused despite the covered pleasure. Your other hand rose to slink under your shirt, grabbing ahold of your breast to roll your thumb on your slowly erecting nipple. The pleasure was increasing by now, yet still not enoughâ causing your frustration to build.
âChoso, please..â
âWhat, whatâs wrong?â His voice was taunting and low, clearly aware of what you were practically begging for. âDonât tell me you wanna take your panties off already?.. So impatient, sweetheart.â
Chosoâs words were going straight to your pussy, wetting up the lacey fabric even more. Your hips rose to meet your hand, âChoso, fuck.. Just please, I need to take them off.â
He thought it over for far too long, even humming just to irritate you further. Though, you also heard more rustling and his bed.
Fuck.. how you wished you could see what was happening right now.
âTake âem off.â
You didnât need to be told twice, practically shoving off the garment as if they had personally offended you. You then wasted no time in spreading your legs wide, hand falling between them to slowly separate your damp folds. There, your middle finger reached out; swiping across your swelling bud for a split momentâ before beginning small, tight circles on it.
With nothing left to restraint you, your sounds were more vocal now â airy and sweetâ driving right into Chosoâs awaiting ears. This caused the man to breathe heavily right into the mic, followed by the sounds of wetness.
A flush of warmth escaped as the pleasure continued, moans waning as your combined actions dawned on you suddenly. Here you were, having voice chat sex with a friend, in a chat where just about anyone else could joinâ at any time. Sure, it was currently three in the morning but the threat still loomed over your head.
It seemed the man had sensed your nervousness given his sudden; âItâs only us on here, mama.. use that pretty voice, let me hear you while you fuck yourself.â
Just from his voice and the vulgarity you were keening, back arching as a finger slowly pushed into your awaiting entrance. The moment you adjusted you were curling the digit, moaning out as your stomach stirred with pleasure.
Choso was praising you at this point, âThatâs it, good girl.. Keep playing with yourself,â He spoke, breath rushed with soft groans interrupting. His hand was tight around his throbbing length, thumb swiping at the slit and smoothing his pre-cum across his dick. âBet your pretending your fingers are mine, huh?â A soft chuckle escaped himâ âOr maybe my tongue?.. Or maybe even my dick?â
You swore at his words, a second finger pushing in as your thumb began to rub harsh circles on your clit. âCh��Choso, fuck..!â You pinched your nipple between your fingers, legs threatening to close as your throat nearly became raw from your voice.
You were close, pussy throbbing around your fingers as arousal leaked down them. Your pace quickened, soft sounds surrounding the room and serving as background noise to the sweetest moans escaping your wet lips.
If only you could see Choso; his eyes rolling back, hips rising into his hand and pretending it was you. His groans were deep, bordering on whimpers each time his hand slipped up to his sensitive tip. He was close too, hissing as his eyelids fluttered shut.
âCome with me, mama.. wanna hear you, fu-fuck.. lemme hear you.â Choso spoke on shaky breath, tensing as his orgasm drew.
You whimpered into the mic, eyebrows pinched close as your fingers never stopped itâs thrusts. Far too quickly you were creaming, staining your skin with your essence which trickled down your taint to your soft blankets. During this you heard a sharp gasp, warmth covering your body and enjoying the soft sounds that followed.
You simply laid there, heavy breathing coinciding with Chosoâs own. Your fingers slowly withdrew from between your legs, slick smoothing across your thighs.
âYou sleepy now?â
You bit your cheek, âNo. No Iâm not.â
âGood, Iâm coming over in teâ five minutes.â Choso spoke rather quickly, before the familiar sound of the voice chat ending entered your ears.
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Prompt #66 with Reiner or Jean if you feel like it...
reiner! my love, my heart, my world 𼰠literally the reason why i got into writing/reading aot fan fiction!! ty so much for the request!
also sorry in advance! not only did i get carried away with this, but i feel like i cut it off right at the good part đ
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â°â⤠smut prompts - 66. âPlease, let me taste you.â
ft. reiner/fem!reader cw. unedited, not proofread, explicit sexual content (fingering, spit, dirty talk, loss of innocence, mild corruption kink), explicit language. 2,800 words.
When you tell Reiner that he's your first boyfriend, he's shocked.
You're easily the most beautiful girl he's ever met in his life. And you're funny and smart. You're the complete package -- how is he the first?
"I was just always so busy with school," you explained with a shrug, but he still couldn't believe it.
"So, when I kissed you, was that...?" he trailed off when you started to nod.
"That was my first kiss."
Since then, Reiner has been very careful to take things slow with you. Despite wanting to touch you -- to spoil you -- to ruin you... if this is your first time experiencing all of these things, he wants to make sure the experience is memorable.
But you're impatient.
He can feel your desire every time you kiss him from the way your fingers dig into his skin. You urge yourself forward, pressing your soft body against his hard muscles, pulling him tight against you as you whine into his mouth.
It drives him fucking crazy.
He desperately wants to do the right thing and be gentle with you, but when you're grinding your clothed pussy along the muscle of his thigh, all he can think of is ripping the denim off your body and filling you again and again and again and --
Just like every other time, he grabs your upper arms firmly, pulling away from the kiss at the same moment that he pushes you back. He's having trouble finding his voice as he looks at you, perched so prettily on his lap with swollen lips, but he manages to speak.
"It's getting late," he says, and he has to clear his throat when he hears how ragged his voice is. "I should probably go home."
"But you just got here," you whine, jutting your lower lip out into an adorable pout that somehow makes Reiner's cock throb against his leg.
"I know, but --"
"You're tired from work today. You need to be up early tomorrow. You still have stuff to do at home," you sigh, shifting off of his lap onto the couch beside him. Reiner's heart aches from how dejected you look as you curl your legs up against your chest, avoiding his gaze. "I know, I know. There's always some excuse."
"It's not an excuse," he starts, reaching out to gently rub your arm with one hand while he rests the other against his cock -- willing it to relax.
"Is there something wrong with me?" you whisper, and Reiner immediately sits up straight.
"What?"
"I just mean..." you keep avoiding his eyes, even when you lift your head. "I feel like you're not attracted to me."
His brows furrow, watching you closely as you sigh. You bury your face in your hands and shrug Reiner's hand off of your shoulder while he looks at you in confusion.
"I am extremely attracted to you," he says, voice filled with indignation. "Why would you think that I'm not?"
You groan in frustration, throwing your hands up into the air as you speak, finally rounding your fiery gaze onto him. "You never want to touch me!"
"Of course I want to touch you," Reiner insists, shaking his head in confusion. "What do you --"
"Then why do you always push me away?" you ask, brows pitching up in the centre of your forehead. "Whenever I try to... when I try to go further... you always reject me."
He blinks at you and suddenly, like some sort of twisted highlight reel, he replays every moment that he tried to be noble and protect your innocent back in his mind.
But from your prespective, his actions don't seem noble at all. Through your eyes he sees the way that he shuts you down every time you try to reach down between his legs, every time you try to guide his hands up to your breasts, every time he throws you off of him to leave in a sudden, angry huff.
"No," he says, and your frown deepens. "No, that's not -- that's not what I'm doing. I'm trying to be a gentleman."
"What?"
"You're a virgin," he says, like that's supposed to explain things, but when you roll your eyes at him, he feels compelled to elaborate. "I don't want your first time to be --" he gestures around the room "-- in the living room of your apartment."
"Ok?" you say, obviously unconvinced. "What about the times when we were in my room?"
"There weren't any candles," he says, realizing as he's speaking how ridiculous he sounds. "Or rose petals or... there just wasn't any romance."
Your frown finally cracks into a smile, even as you cross your arms over your chest. "Romance? Why does there need to be romance?"
"Your first time should be romantic," he says, but he doubts it's convincing from the way his face burns in embarrassment. "I just want to make sure I treat you right."
"You do," you insist, leaning forward and cupping his face in your hands. He sighs, resting his head against your touch as he reaches forward to place his palms on your hips. "I don't need romance, Reiner -- I need you."
"I just want to make sure it's a good experience for you," he says, mentally kicking himself for his insistence on cockblocking himself.
You've already told him what you want. You've spent the past month thinking that Reiner wasn't attracted to you because he didn't want to fuck you. And yet here he is, still pushing you away.
"I trust you," you say, and somehow that puts him at ease. "I know you'll take care of me. Reiner, I want to lose my virginity to you."
He lets out a long, ragged breath, fingers gripping your hips a little tighter as he desperately holds himself back from ravaging you right here.
"It might hurt," he warns.
He pulls head head out from your grasp and reaches out to press the palm of his hand against yours. Your hand looks comically small against his, his fingertips easily curling over your own and swallowing your hand in his grip.
"I'm so much bigger than you," he says, and he watches you take a slow, trembling breath.
"Show me."
Reiner has to bite his tongue to stop from moaning as your gaze darkens on him. Instead, he swallows thickly and pulls you back into his lap. He rolls you along his cock and the denim of your jeans is far too thick for you to really feel anything, and he groans in frustration.
"Do you believe me now?" he asks. "Feel how hard I get for you?"
You whimper at him, lower lip pressed between your teeth as your hips jerk against him, desperate for more contact. He knows you're already soaking your panties for him -- your pretty little pussy desperate to be filled by something you've never felt before.
And the fact that it's him? That it's Reiner making you feel this way -- needy and desperate and cockdrunk -- only drives him further away from his noble ideals as he pictures you stretched open on his cock.
He lifts you then, hands cupped against your ass as your legs wrap around his waist. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you hold on tight, allowing Reiner to carry you down the hall and into your bedroom.
He kicks the door shut behind him, blindly reaching out to flick on the light before walking you toward the bed. Reiner tosses you like you weigh nothing and you fly in the air for a brief moment before landing on your back on the mattress, bouncing slightly before you sit yourself up on your forearms to watch Reiner tug his shirt off of his body.
"Let's start with my fingers," he decides, chucking his shirt off to the side as he reaches out to grab your ankles. He tugs you along the bed until you fall onto your back with your legs hanging off the edge of the bed.
He gets down on his knees between your legs and runs his large, warm palms up your shin -- up your thighs -- before settling on the waistband of your jeans.
His eyes flick up to your face and you're already breathing so hard, your hips keening up against his touch. "Can I take these --"
"Yes!" you say quickly, and he has to bite back a grin from your enthusiasm.
But his excitement is palpable, too. From the way his hands shake as they reach for the button of your jeans to how roughly he tugs on your pants until they're in a discarded heap on the floor.
Reiner lets out a shakey breath, pressing his thumbs into your inner thighs as he spreads your legs open for him. He can see the dark wet spot on the crotch of your panties and suddenly he can feel the weight of his tongue in his mouth.
Oh, how he wants to devour you.
He resists the urge to press his nose against your pussy, to smell the sweet scent of your cunt as he laps at the slick gathering on the cotton of your panties. And instead, he reaches his hand up your thigh, sprawling his fingers across your hipbone as his thumb gently rubs against the small bow on the front of your underwear.
"Do you touch yourself?" he asks, voice raw with arousal as your legs tremble on either side of him.
"When I think of you."
Reiner has to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment. He focuses on calming his breathing -- and not the strain of his cock against his pants.
When he blinks his eyes back open, he moves his hand to your inner thigh, allowing his thumb to brush down the side of your pussy before sliding back up between your folds.
You moan loudly just from one faint touch and buck your hips against his hand, forcing his thumb to press against your entrance, restained by the fabric of your underwear.
Although he wants to take things slow and keep teasing you, he's running out of blood in his brain, so his hands move without thinking. His thumb hooks around the crotch of your panties, tugging it to the side and exposing your glistening, wet cunt to him.
You're so wet. You're covered in slick and Reiner can see your swollen clit -- desperate for attention.
Your hands fist at the sheets, back arching off the mattress as you whimper above him. "Please," you beg -- do you even know what you're begging for?
Reiner can't speak as he moves his hand toward your cunt, palm facing the ceiling as he tries to decide which of his fingers to plunge into you first. He presses the pad of his middle finger against your entrance and he can immediately feel your hole clenching around him, practically sucking him in.
He moans at the feeling, gently rubbing his finger against the slippery juices gathered there. Reiner moves to rub his thumb against the slick, dragging it up through your folds before swirling it around your clit -- not quite touching it directly.
He has to hold your hips down with his other hand, pressing you firmly against the mattress despite the way you twitch and jerk beneath him.
"Reiner, please -- please," you beg.
And so he complies.
He pushes his finger into you -- just up to the first knuckle -- and the sounds you make as you writhe on the bed will forever be imprinted in his memory. You're tight around his finger -- so fucking tight -- and you just keep squeezing him tighter in small pulses as your body tries to accommodate his size.
"'S'it hurt?" he slurs, mouth watering as he watches your cunt swallow his digit.
"Moremoremoremore," comes your babbled response, and Reiner feels like he might cum from the sound of your ragged voice -- untouched with just the tip of his finger in your pussy.
He takes another slow, calming breath before he starts to gently work the digit deeper into you. Each press in as slick dripping from around him, and each pull out is accompanied by the wet squelch of your cunt and your desperate moaning.
Reiner wants to remind you that this is just one finger. That he still has so, so much more to give you. But he's practically drooling at the sight of you and he wants nothing more than to clean up the mess you're making of his hand.
"I --" he gasps as he slips his entire finger into you, like he's shocked that you're able to take him. You squeeze him so tight, and then even tighter when he starts to gently run his thumb across your clit.
"Oh, fuck," you groan.
He keeps fucking you with his finger, curling it up toward the front wall of your cunt until he finds that spot that has you twitching and squeezing around him. When he feels like you've loosened up for him, he presses a second finger against your entrance.
This time, despite how wet you are, he's met with some resistance. But he pushes into you, stretching you open on his thick fingers as you squirm and gasp from the intrusion.
"Fuck," you moan, clawing at the sheets as he pushes in to the knuckle. "It's so much, Reiner -- fuck."
"I know," he says, his voice low and raspy. "Need to stretch you open for me."
He feels you squeeze hard around him from his words and he groans, eyes rolling back into his head as he imagines you doing this to his cock.
Reiner hooks his free hand around your thigh, pulling you closer to him so he can look down at your pussy as he fucks you with his fingers.
"Lemme see this pussy cum for me," he grunts, breathing hot air against your clit.
From this angle, he can smell you. He can hear clearly every lewd squelch of your cunt as he stuffs you full of his fingers, pumping harder and faster until the heel of his hand bumps against your clit and the slick of your arousal coats his palm.
You babble out his name, rocking your hips against his hand and fucking yourself on his fingers. You're breathing hard, chest heaving with every breath as your legs tremble on each side of him. You're close -- really close.
He can't help himself from spitting onto your clit, adding to the mess between your thighs as he shifts his thumb back to rub quick, tight circles around the swollen nub.
"You're gonna cum for me," he says, eyes flicking up to your face to watch you nod furiously. Your eyes are scrunched shut but he can see the tears leaking down the side of your face -- he makes his chest swell and his cock throb with pride. If this is how you get from just two of his fingers, how will you react when he fills you with his cock?
Your legs try to snap shut but Reiner's broad shoulders hold you open. Your cries turn into quick, staccato moans and your back arches so hard off the mattress that your face is obscured by your heaving chest and tightened nipples.
Reiner groans at the feeling of your pussy squeezing his fingers, pulsing around him rhythmically as he pushes against the warm, tight walls of your pussy. He doesn't know where to look -- which part of you he wants to commit to memory -- but he settles on your drooling cunt as it twitches around his digits.
He watches you cum on his fingers, helping draw it out for as long as he can until your hands frantically reach down for his wrist -- stilling him. "'S too much," you slur, and Reiner notes that even your hands are shaking.
He swallows thickly, keeping his fingers half-buried in your cunt while his other hand rubs soft, soothing circles on your hip.
"You're ok," he says quietly, waiting with you until your breathing returns to normal and your grip on his wrist loosens.
When he pulls his fingers out, your whole body trembles. He takes a moment to look at his hand, covered in you, and he moves to take his fingers into his mouth to taste you on his tongue.
"Do you want to keep going?" he asks after slipping his fingers from his mouth with a quiet pop!
You brush your thumb across the tendons in the back of his hand, craning your head up from its place on the bed so you can see him. "Yeah," you say softly, and your voice is raw from moaning. "I want to keep going."
"Good," Reiner admits, slipping his hands to your thighs before hoisting them up onto his shoulders, "because now I want to taste you."
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after midnight
summary: some steamy sex after dancing at the club with harry in his frat era.
title because im obsessed with chapelle roan, as you should
Content: She/her pronouns. smut (mdi), alcohol consumption, hair pulling, using a tie as a way to muffle sound ;), oral (m receiver), finguer fucking, clothed sex?, oh, a photo taken during sex, this oc is really stupid and horny, donât show youâre face in an explicit pic of yourself wit someone new. thatâs it ig :)
Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if thereâs any mistake I'm sorry, please let me know so i can correct it :D
y/n
why did i agree to this? jesus, this is the shitiest-
ây/n, my miracle is here!â the strong mature voice of Patricia sends shivers down my spine.
âhiâ i quietly say, accepting her hug.
âhere, i want you to met someone.â
fuck. social interaction.
iâm so so tired for this, i just want to pet my beautiful dog and sleep cuddling with him.
âMichael! here she is, y/n, y/n thatâs Michael Young, owner of the record label i told you.â she whispers the last bit. my attitude automatically changes, another rich man who wants more money.
a very well preserved old man turns around, heâs like the definition of daddy if i were attracted to him, he gives me a gentle handshake. ânice to meet you miss, iâve heard great things about you.â
âthanks, itâs very nice to meet you too.â after that he kisses Patriciaâs cheek and excuses himself, promising to get back a little later.
âwell, that didnât go as planned.â
i chuckled. âmaybe in a bit will go better, he said he was coming backâ
âthatâs the equivalent of a guys promising you heâs calling you back after fucking.â
âoh, then forget about it, letâs drink!â i smile eyeing the open bar.
âyou do you, honey, iâll be here if you need me.â
âokay mother, thanks.â i love that woman even if sheâs in my monthly payroll.
âlove ya.â
i pass some people, looking for the edge of the bar, and fortunately it was empty. âhi, can i take an old fashioned, please?â the bar tender nodded. life like this is kinda good.
harry
âthat girl, sheâs fit.â louis said.
oh i know lou, iâve been watching her since she stepped in the club.
âwho?â niall said genuinely curious to look at a cute girl.
âthere, in the leather jacket at the edge of the table.â louis kept trying to get a better look at her.
âyou should go talk to her.â niall says after also looking.
âi think that harryâs job here, heâs been drooling here for her.â
âwhat?, no, i didnât even saw her before you mentioned her.â you fucking liar. you even know her name and music.
âokay, then iâll take the word from nialler here and go count that lady.â youâre a good player louis, but not the best.
heâs testing me to push myself to go there.
âno, not at all.â i simply reply.
âehh! louis, louis, louis!â niall cheers.
and there he goes, confident steps but playing with his hands.
y/n
i feel a pair of eyes on my back, i try not to think to much about it, iâm here to enjoy myself not to pay attention for others.
âhiâ a particular voice says.
i donât reply, maybe itâs not for me, i donât want to embarrass me.
âhey, you like it old fashioned?, youâre like a dad?â okay, maybe that is for me.
âyeah, i probably have someone pregnant rounding around the world. iâm at that stage of my life.â i simply replied.
they laughed âi might like you. iâm louis, nice to meet yaâ
âhi, y/nâ this is louis tomlinson, one of the most famous boys at the moment. if this was happening a couple of years ago i would probably pass out, but iâve slowly realized that doesnât matter you âstatusâ, you should be treated as kindly and respectful as anyone.
âarenât you going to invite me a drink?â he says offended, playin, obviously.
âyeah, because iâm the one who approachedâ i said smiling. âwhat would you like? itâs on me.â
âoh, becoming my sugar mommy, i get it. iâll get a shot, tequila.â
âyeah, the free aspect does play a roll here.â he laughs again and looks to where he came from. âfour shots of tequila please, extra lime.â
âtwo rounds, i for sure like you now.â he immediately takes one of the caballito, waiting for me.
âi was just hopping youâd get pleased with that and leave.â i also take one, he hums and aproches for slice of lime.
âdamn, thatâs tough, if you want me to leave youâre not going to achieve it giving me drinks.â he talks quickly, then proceeds to cheer and gut down the little but dangerous liquid. i follow.
âoof, party animal, arenât ya?â a deep and also british voice comes in.
âharry!, your finally came, i thought i was gonna stay here all night mate.â he looks at me ânot that i would mindâ
i completely turn around to look at a curly haired guy, heâs also really handsome, and how not? heâs harry styles.
âah, yeah, thanks man, see you?â his confused comment makes me laugh.
âyeah, whatever you say. it was really nice to meet you, y/n, hope we can finish this round one day.â he pats the back of his friend and gets out. damn, what the fuck.
âam, iâm really sorry âbout that, iâm harry though, youâre y/n?â
âyeah, no itâs fine, if you want you can finish the shots with me?â i say also confused, he looks so nervous and i donât know why, i'm not that scary am i?
âsure, thanks.â and it becomes silent. well, the conversation with louis was better, thatâs for sure.
we swallow the drinks and when i reach out for the fruit i find his hands in the same one i was about to grab, i quickly change my election, and he does as well, i laugh at the awkwardness. he smiles at that.
âi heard your album. itâs amazing.â
âwhat? youâve heard my album.â a say fascinated while sucking the last bit of sour liquid.
âwhat? are you surprised i listen to good music?â he smiled and smooths his chin.
âi wouldnât say that, i just thought it didnât reached that many people for you to listen to it.â
âwhat do you mean? itâs hit after hit, itâs really popular.â
âwell, i donât often look at the logistics of it. but thanks, i wasnât really sure about it, nor my record label i almost got dropped.â
âwell, theyâre losers, itâs great.â he smiles and i also do, itâs really nice to heard that from someone who doesnât know me, it feels genuine.
âi feel like i have to return the compliment but i havenât heard 1D in like one year, ahm, i really love câmon câmon.â he and i laugh.
âyeah, i donât blame you.â he suddenly looks uncomfortable.
âiâm really sorry.â i try to read his eyes, he was looking at a light above, but now his eyes are back on mine, he doesnât look as happy as some people seem when they talk about something the love, like music. âyouâre not satisfied, are you?â
âyou could say that in a lot of aspects.â he smirks.
âokay, i donât wanna hear it.â i say laughing nervously.
âletâs not talk about this depressing stuff. wanna dance?â
âsure, iâd love to.â
he takes my hand to make sure i donât get lost in the crowd, he pauses for a second to give louis a warning look when he makes quiet wolf whistles.
âheâs an idiot, sorry.â
âi figured, no problem.â
promiscuous is blasting across the club, this song is sexy and iâm with a sexy guy, i must be a little sexy.
iâm against his chest, the room between our bodies is none, and the space we have to dance is limited, but we can make it work.
i see him starting to sway his shoulders first, trying to get used to the beat. i put my arms on his obliques, also starting to sway my hips, looking at his chest tattoos.
his hands go under my leather jacket and stay in between my hips and my waist, following me. i hear him pant, his mouth is slightly parted and his forehead falls to mine.
âcan i take this?â he grabs the tie that hangs loosely in my neck, trying to distract himself for the erection i feel near my left hip.
âsureâ we separate out heads and he puts it around his neck, the red looks good on him.
harry
sheâs the hottest, most gorgeous person iâve met.
her lips are as bright as the tie i just grabbed from her beautiful neck, i really want to kiss her. but maybe sheâs not into me in that way.
âfuck, how are you so hard, a minute has hardly passedâ her voice is deeper than before. i feel slightly embarrassed, but also no.
âthatâs the reaction my body has with you.â i say honestly. some say that fake it till you make it, and that what iâm gonna do, fake confidence, maybe itâll let me somewhere good.
she hums and looks at me in the eyes, to the lips and back at my eyes, with a bright smile and a dark look.
she grabs the tie, pulling me to her, weâre centimeters apart. when iâm about to kiss her she speaks.
âmay i kiss you?â she whispers. this might be the hottest thing sheâs done so far, or maybe the tie thing itâs.
âof fucking course.â
y/n
this kiss is as alex turner would say, were teeth collide.
is desperate, full of the sexual tension weâve managed to build, and i couldnât want it any other way.
we dance, grind, kiss and even moan, at least me, for what seems like the entire night, but when we take our make out session to the back of the building it seems like it barely 12 in the morning.
âjesus, love, i would love to take you home.â he says between wet neck kisses, all i reply is a fervent nod.
after that i feel his warm and big hand on my cheek, making me look at him, then is when i reply with actual words. âwe can go back to my place, it not far and itâs alone.â i smile.
âyou sure?â
âyeah, if you want.â he smiles and pecks my lips, i donât know why his hand here makes me wanna melt against it.
âof course, love. itâs better than a shared hotel room.â
âyeah, probably.â
we decide to walk, itâs like i said not far away. the walk was definitely less heated, but it was something.
he asked if he could borrow my purse or my jacket to hide his boner, i laughed so much at that. but the outfit ended up amazingly on him, with the red tie and the also red small bag in his hands contrasting with his all black base.
as soon as i get home blake jumps, almost to the height of my head.
âiâm sorry, honey, i had somewhere to be.â
i think this might kill the mood, maybe not.
âwho is this little bud?â harry asked when blake started sniffing his legs. i hang my jacket on a chair and take my purse from harryâs hand, leaving it in the same spot.
âblake, i hope he doesnât bother you.â
âwhat, how could he.â he kneeled petting his puffy black hair. âright bud?, youâre adorableâ blake turned into his back, to get some love in his belly.
okay, this is really cute, i feel bad for getting wet at the sight of him like this, being sweet to my dog.
âwant a drink?, water, vodka, tequila?â
âno, iâm fine. i would prefer to get back were we left it.â blake has lost his interest on him and went to his bed.
âokay, you can go to my room, iâll be there in a minute.â he looks around the house looking for the destination, âupstairs.â he nods and heads up. âblake. i have some⌠stuff to do, so please donât cockblock me, please love, youâll get a lot of treats tomorrow.â his ears move when he hears âtreatsâ.
i grab a cushion from the couch and put it at the beginning of the stairs, hoping he canât jump over it. âlove ya, iâm really sorry if you hear something!â i whisper-scream.
getting near the door i smooth my skirt out and take may hair out of my face.
when i enter harry is sitting at the edge of my bed, heâs cheeks look very red now that i see them in a different light. i smile at him and he smiles at me.
âyou look great in red. in your cheeks and my tieâ i whisper as i sit in his lap.
âthanks, i might borrow it for another day.â
âyouâre still, you know, hard?â i say almost laughing at how cringe that sounded to me.
âyouâre wet?â he says. i nod, desperate to kiss him. âperfect.â
his hands crawls up my knee, ass and thigh, reaching my underwear, which was very much soaked.
âi feel flattered, love, i havenât touched you and look at thisâ he makes me stand in my knees and slides my panties down my legs, finally showing the mess i made. âweâre gonna keep the skirt if thatâs fine with youâ i nod and he kisses me.
as soon as the kisses starts it becomes a kiss full of passion. he undoes my white shirt and i do the same with his black shirt.
heâs now laying down, his legs hanging from the bed and im right in top of him, my core against his belt, which feels weird in a good way.
i moan when he sits down, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling it backwards. âyour really pretty when youâre all flustered.â
he slides the shirt down my shoulders and for my bralette he slides it upwards, passing through my head.
âi feel like you have an advantage here.â i look down his opened shirt and pants, hell, he even has his shoes on.
âtake whatever you want.â he smiles and kisses the in middle of my breasts.
i hug his neck with both of my arms, letting him please me with his kisses and bites in my chest.
he pays equal attention to both, i think he gave the same amount of bites to each, i donât know, i was enjoying myself to much to care.
when i fell his mouth starting to separate from me i begin to go down his body, taking the tie and the shirt off, kissing his shoulder, chest, stomach and his boner from above the denim material.
he groans desperately but doesnât move, just seats there with his hands on each side of his body. âyouâre really a tease, baby.â he whispers.
âi think it will be worth it.â i say, quickly undoing his jeans and sliding off his boxer, leaving his cock free.
i think of what to do for a second, i could do a handjob or a blowjob, i finally decide in a hybrid.
i first take his length in my right hand, slowly feeling his body react, his legs move a bit and his body leans back. i then start to move down, making my eyes align with his crotch, and with my hand still in the base i start by wrapping my mouth at the tip. his makes a beautiful sharp gasp.
âgodâs fucking sake.â he decides to look down at me, looking deep into my eyes.
harry
her eyes are gonna be the death of me. she can look evil but also innocent. and that makes me want to take her right now and leave her dumb fucked.
my dick disappears in her mouth, over and over again, i donât know how she manages to keep a consistent move in her hands and in her mouth, including her tongue and her head. the guitar must help her multitasking abilities.
âlove, t-that s-sss amazing. ah, but i w-wonât last a lot longerr and i will like to do sooo⌠much m-more with y-yaâŚâ
she gets my dick out of her mouth, god thatâs so dirty, an i love it. but yeah, she does so, chuckling a bit with a sense of pride, some drool goes down her chin, sheâs perfect.
âokay, next time i guess.â fuck yeah, hopefully.
ânow itâs my turnâ she come back up, sitting her naked clit into my semi, this little minx jumped into my dick, and she knows it, she smiles.
âsorry.â
âyouâre not.â i smile.
âno, iâm not.â she smiles.
âbut you will.â i grab her hips from under the washed denim mini skirt and switched our position, leaving her laying down on her chest and me above her, looking at the greatest fucking view; her face was looking at me over her shoulder, he naked back and her skirt rolled up, leaving nothing to the imagination, her ass was in perfect alignment with my eyes.
i decided to be a little wild and spank her, she moaned, but i quickly turned to look at her âwas that okay?â
âyeah⌠fucking perfect.â she moaned more.
âwho wouldâve thoughtâŚâ i say, giving her another one, this one harder, making her cheeks giggle.
i pull her skirt even further, and also pulled from her hips to make her stick her ass up, giving me better access to her clit. i begin caressing her outer lips, soft touches to get her desperate and my fingers getting lubricated.
i inserted one of them, the ring finger to be specific. she moans softly, pushing her hips back. âmoreâŚâ
âpatience, love, want to cherish the moment.â but i do what she says, i enter another and begin to diversify my movements. when i get to a specific and wet point i feel her body shake.
ât-t⌠there.â she sighs âright therrre.â she purrs.
she looks so angelic like this: baby hairs stick to her sweaty forehead, eyes closed, mouth open full or profane sounds, i also see her stimulating her breasts, just like she could read my mind.
when i put my third finger in i feel her lips stretch, so i turn my hand, she screams at my move. âshh⌠we donât want to scare blake, or anyone for that matter. would hate for someone to interrupt, right?â
âmhmâ she opens her eyes, they are watering now, i donât know whether to worry or to be turned on.
âeverything okay there, baby?â i ask pulling her hair to the side to look at her fully.
âgr-great!â she sights when i touch her newly founded button.
i feel some more palpitating, some more stretching and i see her jaw being clenched. sheâs close.
âyouâre getting there, arenât you?â
âyess! iâm gooâŚâ sight âgonna cum.â her hips push against my hand, i took my index finger out because it felt like i couldnât move my hand at all.
âpatience baby, let it all outâ i groan at her cunt stretching around my hand.
she screams my name, might be my new favorite sound of all time. itâs a mix of a hoarse and sweet voice.
she stops moving her hips i see a bit of liquid being thrown against my still moving hand, she squirted. i try really hard not to cum also.
she pants and groans. one hand reaches to mine, telling me to stop.
âgood job, loveâ i slowly take my hand up and taste her discard. i then lean to kiss her cheek.
âwant you inside of meâ she whispers against the mattress.
âof course baby, just waiting for you to catch your breath at least.â i chuckle. she pouts but stays still.
âiâm fine. i just want you to fuck me.â she looks at me undress completely. biting her lip as she check me out.
âouch, wouldnât thought youâll just use me like that, love, thought this was real.â i say jokingly offended and also a bit nervous. maybe this is just a one night thing, and i wouldnât like it to end like this.
âmaybe it is, but i would really like you to fuck me good so i can consider you as a potential candidate.â
nice answer, miss y/n.
âfine, firstly, do you have any condoms?â she sakes her head no.
âiâve got iud and clean. if youâre up and clean we can make it raw.â she says nonchalantly.
âfucking hellâ i go to kiss her mouth, gripping her cheek harshly, âiâll make you scream really loud, so i think we could put this to some more useâ, i say taking the tie from the floor.
she smiles, curious. i hover over her body again, pass the tie through her head to stop at her mouth, tightening it.
âwowâ she barely says.
âyou can grip me at the arm of you want to stop, okay?â she nods. âshow meâ she takes my forearm and tightens her grip around it two times. âgood girl.â i kiss her cheek again.
i look down, she still has that fucking skirt i hope every time she uses it she remembers who fucked her in that, i direct my dick into her clit. i soak my tip into her cum and wetness.
and finally i enter, our mouth open at the contact, i thrust slowly and fully, i stay there âgoodness, this is g-ood.â i whisper in her ear, she moans quietly.
âlook at me angel.â she deserves the nickname. i could take a picture of this obscene and artistic piece. âcan i take a picture?, i promise ill protect it with my lifeâŚâ
she hesitates a bit, but when she looks at me in the eyes she nods âyeahâ.
i lean over to the bedside table, take my phone and quickly snap one time.
âmove?â she says.
âas you wish.â i let my phone slide off my hand and focused solely on her.
i put one hand next to her face , the other went to her hip. giving me the base i need to get her good.
my hips roll against hers, looking at her face to her ass and back and forth.
i quickly gain a fast, hard and pleasing pace.
she hides her face into the pillow and grips the bedsheets tightly. her muffled moans and screams, my groans and screams and the sound of our bodies colliding is the only sound i listen to, and maybe in a 1 mile radius.
âdoing good, l-love?â i ask her, my breathing is shaky, maybe not that sexy.
âmhm.â she turn her face to look at me ây-yeshâŚâ
âlook so fricking good like thisâŚâ i wished i could look at her full face.
she screams something that sounds like my name, and i know i need to she her climaxing around my dick.
âweâre g-gonna turnâŚâ groan âyou around, âright?â
âyeahyeahyeahâ she said.
âh-hug, hug your leg darling.â i pat her left leg , she struggles a bit but makes it. with the force i have i turn her almost limb body.
she moans when her back hits the mattress and i thrust into her faster, while kissing her face, she entangles both her hands in my hair, pulling. fuck.
âhmm. c-c⌠cum!â she sights into my neck.
thanks love, i wouldnât like to burst before you.
âperfect. relax, babyâŚâ i groan, struggling to keep that fast of a pace, sheâs squeezing my dick so hard and i might come way too fast.
âha⌠haffy!â she screams again.
âiâm cuâŚming love.â
i feel her groaning at the overstimulation, so i give a final thrust and let it all out.
y/n
iâve been talking with harry for probably 30 minutes, after last night fucking midblowing fuck i barely was awake, but harry made me change into some pajamas and then he changed the bedsheets. it was the best aftercare ever.
âwould you like to go for a coffee later in the evening?â he says looking at me with his beautiful green eyes.
âyeah, as long as blake can come.â i say jokingly.
âof course, love, little man is always welcome.â
âsee? thatâs what makes me want you every day and every night!â i hit his chest lightly, he chuckles. âyou canât say shit like that, iâll get attached.â
âis that something wrong?â he smiles. âi also want you, i really like you, and it might be too soon, but i would like to get to know you and be something else.â
âi would love that too.â
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Won't say I'm in love
Your friend asks about your crush and why you haven't confessed yet, so what is your reasoning
It's most of them but whatever
Jin
âDon't even think about pushing me to confessâ
âWhy not? He treats you so nice~â she lifts her fingers as she counts âbought you a few pairs of dresses for the gala, protected you in vagastorm, lent you a boat for a missionâ
Tired you interrupt her with your reasons âFirst, I want to get married and I doubt he either wants to marry or he doesn't have already some arranged marriage type of dealâ you lift two fingers as you refer to the two possibilities âand I think his dad would hate me, honestlyâ she rolls her eyes, knowing from what you told her he wouldn't really care what he thought.
âAnd your second excuse?â
You stay silent for a second but look into her eyes âAnd second, there is a non zero chance that he might be making me fall so I can potentiate his stigmaâ your friend pats your back, sensing how your mood went sour.
Kaito
âI do find his neediness cute! Yeah, chase after me and ask me my number and tell me I'm the prettiest in this school!â you clap your hands together and anchor them to your knees, looking like a businessman selling a hard proposal to shareholders âbut that loses its charm when it's every other girl that looks at him, I like loser men when they are desperate for me, not in generalâ
Luca
âI like Luca, that is a fact, but he is already so burdened by search for his brother that I doubt he is even interested in romance or anything like thatâ
Your friend bites into her veggie sandwich and looks at you doubtful âand you don't want to try because you don't want the confirmation or are you a coward?â
Sighing into your hands you continue âand even if he was into romance and liked me back I wouldn't want to burden him with my curseâ
âAnd you think you should be the only one deciding that?â she continues to judge you making you whine a little âi hate youâ
Leo
âHe is an assholeâ you say plain and simple, making your friend launch forward holding her stomach âhe isn't really that much nicer to Sho, who is his best friend, he is always pushing him around and ordering him to do things. Plus the bet he made with me makes it sound like he would never fall for meâ your friend nods along to your reasoning âI think I'm happy enough being delulu when he grabs me as his girlfriend for his videosâ
Sho
âHe looks at you with so tenderly~ please you can't deny itâ
âI mean he is very sweet and takes me on rides with Bonnie but there is just a little something that makes me uneasyâ her head leans to the left curious âRen told me he used to be a Casanova a few years back, that is making me a bit resistant to accepting my feelingsâ
She rolls her eyes, were you truly thinking so hard about his smack talk? âAnd you are taking his word for real? For all that you know he could be salty he isn't good at flirtingâ
âGiven my situation I don't think I would be able to deal with a heartbreak right nowâ
Haru
âHe is just so busy, working from the break of dawn to dusk, I would hate to give him the burden of a partnerâ
âThen why don't you ease his work a bit?â
âMy only ability is potentiate stigmas, nothing that could help protect me, and there is a reason there aren't any general students in jabberwock. At most I could cook for them and feed peekabooâ
âAnd you aren't happy with helping him with that?â
You snort, fed up with her not understanding your point âI know Haru, he would overexert himself even more trying to be a good boyfriendâ
Towa
âI meanâŚâ you say jokingly after she asked you why you don't confess to Towa. She laughs in response âI'm just going to say that it almost feels like I'm fighting a war for his interest and the other party doesn care, yet I'm still losingâ she laughs under her hand, trying to keep it down. You look at her seeking confirmation âdoesn't it look like it? I gave him flowers and he fed me one and left to share with Haru the othersâ
âThat even hurt meâ
âSo, yeah, not a very promising future even if he accepts my confessionâ
Ren
âDo you like charity cases or something?â her eyes widened, stunned, when you told her about your crush.
âCan't you be a little nicer? It isn't like I was going to confess for realâ
âWhy? I doubt he gets much romantic attention, he most likely would acceptâ you kick her under the table causing her to look at you offended.
âit's just that I already have a negative forecast for the end of this year and his negativity can be cute like, yeah keep bitching about the wifi speed, gamer boyâ you laugh a little âbut at some point it's tiring, like I want to hang out, can you not whine about the sun? It might be just another annoying day for him but it's one day less for meâ
Taiga
You look at her as if she lost her mind. âYou want me to confess to Taiga, Taiga Hoshibami, who can't even remember my name?â
âMaybe he will remember you if you give him matching trinketsâ she rubs her shoulder against yours, playfully teasing about your crush.
âMy goodness, it will be more likely that the cure is found so drop itâ
âWell then let's bet, if Yuri finds you a cure you will have to confess, if he doesn't I won'tâ you whine about it but in the end accept.
Ritsu
A hand lays on your friend's shoulder making her turn âYesterday I did as you told me and I asked him if he wanted to stay and drink coffee at my dorm after we did some workâ your friend now looks interested at any update on your love life but looking at your face she already knows it isn't anything good âhe looked me straight in the eye and deadpan said âDo you have something you want to consult with me? You already know my fee, right?â I wanted to die of embarrassment!â
âWell, why not be more direct?â
âI told him two compliments, âyou look so good in your suit today!â and âthe sinostra tie color makes your eyes popâ and he looked at me weirdlyâ you rest your head on your friend's shoulder, her hand sliding up and down your back âand don't even propose being more direct because I'm so sure he would file for sexual harassment it isn't even funnyâ you both laugh at your despair
Rui
Your friend looks wide eyed at your refusal to
âHe does flirt with me and makes me all giggly and my cheeks heat up, but he flirts as a joke with quite a few people so I might be misunderstanding the situationâ
âThe one who kills whatever he touches and the one who is going to die! Pretty matching curses if I say so myself, almost destinyâ she elbows your ribs to attempt to make you laugh but rather she sees your hurt expression âill timed joke. Sorryâ
âYou are so stupidâ
Yuri
âStop judging me!â
She looks at you oddly âis this something like reverse nightingale syndrome or something?â She teases âI personally can't really see what you see, he yells all the time and acts all high and mightyâ
You gasp offended âthat is not true! He was so vulnerable with me during one check up on mortkraken I just couldn't help my heartâ you remember him telling you about how he wasn't able to help his mother get better and how guilty he felt because of it and almost implied he would make it up curing your curse âI just don't want to put more pressure on him to investigate and make him lose more sleep over it, it's one thing to lose a patient and another one to lose a significant otherâ
Jiro
âno but listen to me,â you tap her side with your hand âdo I think Jiro is handsome physically? Yeah, very much. Do I think his personality is adorable and cute? Of course! Does that equal me confessing to him? As if!â your friend laughs and leans backwards while holding her stomach âhe told me he had no attachment to food or clothing or whatever! Am I supposed to think he can have romantic feelings after that statement?â you exclaim waiting for any type of answer from your friend who only nods along, recognizing you had a point.
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.⌠ââ Keep Me Afloat ââ âŚ.
⥠Concerned!Sweet!Bf!Matt x Sad!Gf!Reader x Concerned!Sweet!Bf!Chris
â ď¸ Warnings : mental/emotional burnout, crying, sad thoughts, bed rotting, brief mention of self negelct, comfort, pet names (Ma, baby, sweetheart, angel.), angst?
⥠Wc : 977
⥠A/N : Matt and Chris are dating reader! If Iâm being honest, Iâve never written a thing for a three person couple so sorry if this is eh and let me know if yall fw it? Iâve been in such a sad mood that now itâs making me want to write sad stuff again. Also if any of this is touchy subject for you please read at your own risk! Itâs not very detailed but just in case. Always remember to reach out to someone if you ever need help, I am here for any of you that need to talk. <3
To say you were drained was an understatement. Your mind feeling foggy everyday as if you were just existing without ever really thinking. It became more common for yourself to just lay in bed everyday before and after work, not really doing anything to care for yourself much in between.
Matt and Chris had no idea how bad you were getting. Always making excuses not to see them because you were âtoo busyâ when that was never really the case. You were always bad at expressing your feelings, not letting anyone offer help because you were so used to suffering alone.
It felt like you were drowning, your own thoughts consumed your mind every second of the day. You were tired, sore, and mentally exhausted. Wanting to leave your job, the weight of responsibilities becoming too much to bear.
So here you were, laying in your bed with the covers up to your chin and your stuffed animal clutched tightly in your grasp. Your two weeks already out, in and over with, no longer working. You had yet to tell Matt and Chris, slightly ignoring their texts and ghosting them as you reveled in your own mind.
They became worried, constantly talking to one another about what to do and if they should go see you because it had been weeks.
So when they had finally showed up at your home, using their spare key to let themselves in, they found it in disarray. Clothes scattered in places they shouldnât be, take out containers littered the floor. They frowned, looking at one another as they made their way to your room.
You could hear their hushed voices, footsteps growing louder as they approached your room. Of course they knocked first, entering in shortly after. It was dark, the blackout curtains drawn closed to drown out the light.
âSweetheart?â Matt questioned, his body moving toward the bed as Chris trailed behind slightly. You didnât move, your eyes staring blankly as his frame appeared in front of you.
His hand came out slowly to the cover, pulling it down slight to see your face. You looked pale, the dark bags under your eyes indicating you werenât getting enough sleep. It broke their hearts.
Chris came up behind you, the bed dipping where he sat down, his hand coming out to rub your back. âMa whatâs wrong?â He asked, the worry laced into his words.
You just shook your head at them, âcouldnât take it anymore â sâtoo much.â You whispered as your face grew hot. Big tears streaming down your face quickly. âI-I feel so worn down. So d-drained â mâleft my j-job.â You sobbed.
Their eyes widened at your words, your tears cascading down your cheeks. Matt laid down In front of you, pulling you to his chest as Chris laid behind you. âShh â sâokay baby. Why didnât you tell us?â Matt said as he ran his hand along your hair, the strands tangled slightly.
You shrugged, continuing to cry into his chest. Chrisâ hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, trying to help calm you. âI-I just didnât â didnât w-want you guys to b-be concerned.â You whispered between sobs, the tears wetting Mattâs shirt. Your hands fisted in his shirt, holding him close to you as you just broke.
âWeâre always going to be concerned about you baby, whether it be for small things or big things. We wonât ever stop worrying about you.â Chris stated, Matt nodding in agreement as he added on to Chrisâ words. âYou can always tell us if something is bothering you sweetheart â if youâre struggling, because weâll always be here to help you.â
You nodded your head, knowing their words were true. âI was s-so unhappy there â it became too m-much on my mental health.. and emotional health.â You stated, sniffling as your tears began to stop. Feeling too tired to cry anymore. âBecame hard to find time to do anything, hard to t-take care of myself.â You added.
Chris and Matt nodded at your words, holding you in their embraces tighter. It felt good to be held by them, after pushing them away for so many weeks, allowing yourself to somewhat relax after the constant fighting with your brain.
âWeâre here now angel. let us take care of you, okay?â Matt whispered against your head as his lips pressed a kiss to your temple.
Chris nodded in agreement, âyou donât have to worry about a thing ma, just let us help you feel better. How about a nice long bubble bath?â He said, squeezing your hip reassuringly.
You nodded your head slowly, allowing them to take over for you, to help you just let go. You felt Chris move behind you, standing up to walk to your connected bathroom. Cupboard doors behind opened and closed as the water began to run, Matt holding you close still as his hands continued to rub soothing circles on you.
Chris walked back into the room, making his way back over to where you and Matt were. He pulled the covers back from you, scooping you up in his arms gently as he pressed a kiss to your head just like Matt did. He walked back to the bathroom, setting you down gently as Matt followed behind.
âLetâs get you out of these clothes and into the bath okay?â He said softly, tugging your shirt up and over your head. The rest of your clothes following suit as he guided you into the tub, Matt helping where he could.
They sat there near you as you seemed to relax into the warm water, eyes closing momentarily. You somehow knew you were going to be okay, even if it was going to be hard to fix how you were feeling. But, you had two of the most amazing people to help you every step of the way.
Š Strnilolover
⥠Another A/N : Wrote this while half asleep so if it seems repetitive and such Iâm sorry </3
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Not sure if your requests are open or not, but if they are would you pretty please write a yandere Gojo who's darling is upset because he left her alone on her birthday to go "play" with his new best friend Geto instead? Like, he legit forgot it was anyone's birthday at all? But his darling tries to be sweet and understanding even though she's deeply hurt by him suddenly neglectjbg her so much? Pretty please and thank you. đđ
Heyy!! I donât take requests but I really like this prompt. Thanks for sending đđťââď¸đŠľ to be very honest Yandere Gojo would never forget his darlingâs birthday. :DD Even normal Toru chan wouldnât. ;))
Warnings: Toxic Toru :(( // Reader doesnât really love love him but is in a major Stockholm Syndrome typa-thang. Forced fluff, implied sexual thingys.
You sighed, itâs been long past twelve and out of all the people who have wished you yet, Satoru isnât one of them. It hurts because he could have gotten super mad and punished you for forgetting his birthday. Coming up with excuses thar you forgot the one personâs special day who should be meaning the most to you. A shiver runs through your spine to imagine the extent of his rage if that were to happen. Is it because youâre powerless compared to him? Is that why he doesnât care about you? Why else would he go around Geto Suguru and not you.
Satoru comes back around 2 am, a little tipsy but you know heâs a lightweight so he mustâve not drunk much. He watches your tired eyes draping his form and raises a brow. âAww, how cute? My Princess stayed up for me? You wanted to sleep with me that bad sweetheart?â Your lip quivered at his familiar, patronizing tone. It was your birthday. Your birthday! God damn it!
You looked down, trying to form the right words. âToru, sâ my birthday today. I waited for your wish.â
Itâs like heâs been anchored by the feet at rock bottom sea. He canât breathe â surely he must not â oh fuck! He did. He forgot his sweet princessâ birthday⌠shit! âOh- oh no- Iâm so sorry! Oh no-â his beefy arms are quick to wrap around you, hugging you snug against his chest. âPlease baby, mâ sorry. You never make a biggie out of it so I forgot.â He pouted, kissing your forehead and stealing apologetic kisses. You gnaw at your lip and looked down. âItâs okay, Toru.â Oh he knows itâs not okay.
Part of him dreads that youâd leave him & he doesnât want to, but heâs close to acting out. âAre you going to leave me because of it, Cupcake?â He asks tenderly, though you know better & youâve learnt better. âN-no! Of course not Toru. Iâd never leave you.â You shake your head no like a trained bobblehead. Satoru takes a sigh, six-eyes trying to find out any hidden intents behind your words.
He sighed with defeat, âPretty girl, I know, that was so careless and bad of me. Really bad. Let me make it up to you? Iâd let you meet your friends!â He chirped. To live under Gojo Satoru means to live under his wing & his wing alone. He couldnât care less if youâre lonely. All the more reason to ensure that your world revolves around him, no?
âCome here.â He craddles you against his lap, kissing your knuckles, your chin, your forehead, leaning in and kissing your clothed breasts. With Satoru, youâd never know how things might turn sexual. You do resist this time though, you donât have the emotional capacity to endure this & be treated like a toy.
âIâm sorry Toru, canât.â You leaned away with a subtle flinch. His brows furrow at the rejection but he knows heâs fucked up. âAlright Baby girl. I wouldnât. Ssh~ let me make it up.â His phone comes out & he orders a cake â of course he would know your favorite flavor by now. He grins wide. âThank god itâs still night ~ Tomorrow, Iâm going to make sure you forget my fuck up! I promise!â He sounds so determined it helps you to feel less shitty. However the neglect still seeps through. Maybe because youâve been living with him that heâs taking you for granted.
A snap of fingers shoves your trail of thoughts astray. âSsh~ eyes here, mind here.â Satoru cooes, cupping your face and leaning his forehead against yours. âYou know I love you, right? To the point of insanity.â Itâs when he starts to get serious that makes you uncomfortable. You squirm a little at his words, nodding meekly.
âThen stop thinking wild thoughts or Toru has to be mean to your meanie thoughts & you wouldnât like it.â He says it in such a delirious baby-talking way it makes you choke out on any thoughts whatsoever anyway. âY-yeah..â
You know Satoru will make a big deal out of your birthday tomorrow. Might as well enjoy, even if itâs forced.
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