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tzihomara · 5 months ago

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OLD ENDS NEW BEGINNINGS ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

— settled down, and he wouldn’t have it be with anyone other than you.

wc. 1.1k | gender neutral!reader, established relationship, domesticity, fluff, crack, tiny bit angsty, marriage mentions, normalcy, not proof read.

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dating satoru gojo was an experience.

december 24th.

to say that day, and the weeks that slowly, — antagonizingly, brushed by, were memorable, was an understatement. for the two of you. it was engraved into your heart and soul. satoru tried his hardest, truly, to keep you from getting mixed along, or even trying to learn about the jujutsu world, sorcery would be the last thing he preferred you to be involved with.

but, being you. the only one after suguru that he’s let his defenses down with, found out. taking off the facade of “the strongest”, he didn’t want to lose you due to the way he had to protect himself. he reluctantly, gave in and told you. but, even if informing you of his ‘occupation’ was something he loathed, you were helping him.

you made him forget about the complication’s of being not just a sorcerer, but a weapon.

satoru gojo is used holding the world’s weight on his shoulder’s, all alone. until you came along, accepting who he truly is, how unconventional it is dating him. he’s not the best partner, but he tries. he’s learning how to regulate emotions, reassure you, let down those rough edges, to rely on someone for once. all for you.

you only want the best for him.

you can remember how utterly dreadful that day felt, like the entire world was thrown off, but kept moving. the world doesn’t stop for anyone, not you, and not for the strongest, either. time goes on.

the sharp scent of alcohols and disinfectants steadily passing through your nose, with a slight burn. standing in ieiri shoko’s lab, it was cold, to keep everything sterile. the deep breathes you were shakily taking weren’t making you anyless disquieted.

you had stayed up for days on end, awaiting for him to return from the 3 day’s prior he told you about this ‘ mission ‘, despite letting the facade down, the slight cockiness was burned into satoru’s personality. you adored it. repeating his words over and over in your head. “relax. . . i’ve got this. i’m the strongest after all, aren’t i?” words murmured into your neck. a larger hand taking your own and pressing a soft kiss to the back of your smaller hand, with a perfect fit. thumb rubbing over your own. “i promise, i’ll be back. i wont keep you waiting.”

and now you were standing over his body, nobody had the heart, let alone time to inform you. finding out days after, because shoko reached out. previously working on his body, as if it was just another day. another sorcerer that almost lost their life. to her, it was. this was the cycle. you see so much, it becomes numbing to you.

sorcerers were seen as mere tool’s to protect the weak, why would the strongest be an exception?

thankfully, she had atleast some sympathy for you, getting him in the best shape so you could see him better than how he was found, he was alive. but the nights, the days, the trust you had placed in him shifting, into unease and concern. though the trust was never lost, had taken its toll on your completely. you were fatigued and drained, seeing him didn’t relieve the anxiety you thought it would. atleast, not like this. fatigued eyes looming over his stitched torso. with a heavy sigh.

that’s what you remember, and you’d prefer not to think about it. those thought, memories that plagued you whenever you got lost in your mind, drowned out by the slight weight and warmth of two thick arms wrapped around your waist, littered with scars. your back pressed to his chest dwarfing you in size, suffocating almost but in the best way. his warmth was something you could drown in, keeping you ‘safe’ from the biting frigid essence of winter, low cerulean eyes watching you do the most simple of thing’s, currently making hot chocolate for the two of you.

so much softer, how tender, he was after the particular incident. grasping that you’re the only one he can’t prioritize anything else over, and he mean’s it.

you were so familiar with the feeling, a warm chin resting on your shoulder, fingers lightly rubbing, tracing and tapping over the smooth flesh of your tummy under one of his sweaters your wearing. the ones he bought secretly hoping you’d steal them, — and you did. he was just as content, and satisfied to be with you, as you were with him.

basking in the normalcy presented to him now, the normalcy he’d never gotten before. not even an ounce.

ever since you managed to “persuade” him to quit the jujutsu world, life’s been calm. the calm you both deserved, and more importantly what he’s been yearning for without even realizing it. a soft kiss pressed to your cheek, and a soft murmured “thank you.” as you finished making your cups, grabbing both of them and heading to the living room of the flat you two call home, relaxing back into the various blankets and comfortable pillow’s littered around. your touch, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. always managing to lean back into him, out of all the pillows here, he’s your favorite.

taking sips of your own hot chocolate, cuddled next to him. chin resting on the crown of your head, softly inhaling the scent of your shampoo, before taking his own sip. watching whatever show you ‘somehow’ had him invested into aswell. the silence with you had always, always been a comfortable one. only interrupted by soft hum’s, and shared “i love you’s”. the background noise of the show a backdrop for him, lost in his own thought’s, though for the first time ones of ease.

no longer being involved in the world of sorcery , his mind was still trying to process it. fighting, being weaponized, used even after no longer being needed, was all satoru’s ever known. be strong for the weak, without a chance or second to be weak himself. no more worries of those responsibilities, it’s all out of grasp. out of sight out of mind. bright eyes stealing long glances at you and between the tv, although, you’re the only one he’s paying attention to truly. although the weight of constantly fighting was off his shoulder’s, he’d still be targeted here and there. it was unrealistic to believe not, but that’s not hindering the thought’s — plan’s , he has for you. the two of them, marriage , children , surrounded with those he can give all the love he’s kept to himself for a great percentage of his life to, pressing a tender kiss to your temple with a soft raspy chuckle to himself.

a laugh of relief, keeping himself from getting sappy at the thought that he can, and will, live his life how he wants for once. just a few tears brimming in the corner of his eyes silently, keeping his lips pressed to your head gently.

and it all starts and ends, with you.

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lambtotheslaughterr · 6 months ago

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Thoughts of the Past, Fears of the Future

A Rafe Cameron Oneshot

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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Summary: Reader suffered a traumatic accident at the hands of her stalker. In wake of her attack, she returns to the world with no memories of the last year of her life. Determined to get her somewhere safe & back on her feet, reader's boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, brings her to his hometown. But reader's memories are returning sooner than later & the man whose face is blurred from that night is beginning to look a lot like the boyfriend beside her...

Rafe Cameron was the foundation of everything you knew, & you meant that. When you woke up in the hospital he was the first face you saw. The doctors explained to you what had happened, & he held your hand the whole time.

“You were attacked.” Your primary doctor revealed.

“Your boyfriend,” he gestured to the handsome stranger sitting in a chair besides your bed, “reported you missing to the local authorities two days prior to you being found.”

“Where was I found?” The voice that came from you didn’t sound like your own, It was hoarse, shaky, full of fear.

“On the side of a road outside the city.”

A brief flash of headlights blurred your vision & you held your head.

“I think that’s enough for today.” Your boyfriend had said to the doctor.

That was a month ago. Rafe had filled you in on the rest of the story.

You had a stalker. There was no name or face that you could recall. But Rafe told you that in the weeks leading up to your disappearance that you revealed to him your concerns. He insisted on wanting to go to the police, at file a report so it was on record if your stalker ever crossed into dangerous waters, but apparently you had more faith.

But your faith only landed you in the hospital. Rafe recited to you how on the night you disappeared you were supposed to be getting off from work late. Because of your concerns regarding your stalker, Rafe was to pick you up. But you had gotten off an hour earlier than planned & when you tried calling Rafe that night he had his phone on silence, missing your call. You assumed you would be safe enough to get home on your own. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

Your stalker attacked you at some point between your work & home, & all of it was lost to you. Not just the nights you were taken, but the entire last year, including your boyfriend.

You had no memory of the man who you called boyfriend.

He said that the two of you had only been dating for seven months, having met at a work party. The relationship was casual at first—sex mainly—but eventually evolved into a full-blown relationship.

That startled you when you first heard it. From what you knew about yourself, you weren’t a ‘casual’ kind of girl. In fact, you had only had sex once before & it was in college when you were young & naïve. Since then, you never really had another opportunity nor cared to seek one out.

But Rafe recalled you having made the first move. He said that the two of you had been flirtatious all night but after a few drinks it was you who suggested going back to your place. That information alone was more than enough for you to handle.

You grew angry towards Rafe, accusing him of lying to you because you knew that you had never once in your life being that kind of woman. You were a loner, always had been. Growing up in an orphanage had been a constant reminder that you were not wanted. It shaped your view of the world & made you a quiet person with a bitter surface. Whatever Rafe was feeding you tasted like shit & you called him out on it.

It was only then that Rafe told you the truth: the real truth.

“I’m sorry…” He hung his head low as he sat on the foot of your shared be. Apparently you two had moved in together rather quickly. After confessing your concerns about your stalker to Rafe, he moved in to be closer.

“I have been lying…” You felt your face sour at his admittance.

“But not for the reasons you think.” You hadn’t gotten that far in your own thought process: the why. But since he had mentioned, your thoughts ran rampant with that single question. Why?

“You had it rough before, _____.” He began, looking solemnly into your eyes, “You were depressed, lonely, you were even shutting me out.”

That made you frown but your suspicions had yet to disappear.

“Our sex life wasn’t as great as I’m making it out to be. But we did have one.” Rafe sighed heavily, reaching for your hands which you reluctantly let him, “You weren’t the flirtatious, confident person I’m making you out to be, but I thought that if I made you believe you were you’d, I don’t know, feel better?”

“Lying to me would make me feel better?” You pointed out.

“I know, I know.” Rafe shook his head in shame, “I just didn’t know what else to do. It killed me seeing you like that every day. And then when you finally told me about the stalker… I felt helpless. You were getting worse. Not taking my calls, not answering your door, not even showing up to work. I thought the worst!”

He blinked his eyes rapidly, & it was then you noticed his eyes had begun to water.

“So, I insisted on moving in. You put up one hell of a fight, you did, but I had to, scared that if that creepy faceless fuck didn’t get to you that your mind would.”

The room was silent for some time as you absorbed his words. You felt it was more accurate then the bullshit he fed you before but you still felt wary. Other than that, you had no real reason to question his role in your life. Police confirmed the call logs between your phone numbers, his clothes were strewn about your apartment, there was pictures of the two of you together on his phone—though those were few since you were always camera shy. You just didn’t appreciate him making you out to be someone you knew well-enough you weren.t

“I just don’t want you to be as paranoid as before, it…ate away at you.”

You inhaled sharply, “I’m always going to be paranoid. For as long as he’s out there not caught, I’m going to be paranoid. There’s no escaping him. I’m sure he’s watching us right now.”

Rafe frowned at that, instinctively approaching the windows in your bedroom to peer outside. You were only on the second floor making it easy for anyone to peer in from below, as long as they were standing across the street.

But Rafe had an idea then, one that although made you feel anxious, you couldn’t say ‘no’ to.

“So, we’ll leave.” He sat beside you on the bench below your window, his arm thrown over your shoulders, “Come home with me. To my home in North Carolina.”

Whoa. North Carolina? That was way off the beaten path. You had lived in the city your whole life. But in all honesty, what was keeping you there? You had no family to speak of, no friends, even your coworkers wouldn’t notice your absence. Besides, if you did stay, it would only be a matter of time before your stalker attacked you again, & there was no saying you’d be as lucky as you were the first time he took you.

So, the plan was set. Rafe & you would be leaving the city & going back to his hometown. It took a month to get everything squared away. You were forced to end your lease early but they let you off easily given your circumstances. Then you put a majority of your possessions in storage, apparently not needing them where you were going. You quit your job & they were polite enough to throw a going away party, but you had been the first to leave. And then, before you knew it, you were in the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s truck heading out of the city & towards the coastline.

Rafe had been right. The further you got from the city the better you felt. The long drive had been fitful in your sleep, still having minor images & flashbacks to what had happened to you, but nothing you hadn’t already told the police.

“I don’t remember a face. Or anything, really.” Whatever your attacker had done to you had wiped your memory. Doctors had confirmed that you suffered some head trauma, but not the kind that usually affected the memory part of your brain. They suggested it was the trauma of it all that kept you from remembering, but ultimately concluded it was a mix of the two.

But they had warned you that you may get images of the events that happened & if you ever saw something new, to inform the detectives handling your case immediately. The likelihood of your attacker being caught grew slimmer with every day that passed & you were the key to the case. As much as you dreaded any memories returning, you too wanted to see the man who hurt you put behind bars.

“Hey.” Rafe’s voice made you jump, his hand reaching for yours in your lap, “You alright?”

“Y-yeah.” You cleared your throat as you gazed outside of your window the urban cityscape long forgotten & traded by towering trees & plains.

“We’ll be there within the hour.” His thumb brushed the back of your hand. You nodded, silently grateful for the change in environment. It was just what you hoped you needed.

“It is so nice to finally meet you!” The blonde woman greeted as she pulled you into a hug, “Rafe never told us he was bringing someone special!”

You felt yourself falter at that but recovered quickly as she pulled you away to look you over, her eyes dancing across your features before glancing at your mundane, practical clothing.

“Because I knew I’d never hear the end of it if I ever mentioned her.” Rafe replied knowingly as he handed his bags & your one bag to a staff member of the house.

Pulling into the driveway of Rafe’s childhood home had taken you by surprise. You imagined you knew your boyfriend came from money before you accident but Rafe had failed to mentioned it in the month you prepared to leave.

The house was extravagant, timelessly beautiful & akin to its southern architectural charm. It had a million dollar view of the ocean & was filled with the light, warmth, & heart you imagined most family homes to be like. It was everything you never had, & Rafe’s step-mother, Rose, treated you immediately like one of her own.

“It must’ve been a long drive, you gotta be exhausted.” She noted as she kept her eyes between the two of you.

“Very.” Rafe confirmed as he placed his arm around your waist. “Is our room made up?”

“Of course, we’re always ready for guests.”

You smiled a thanks at her as Rafe led you to the grand staircase beyond the foyer.

“Get lots of rest!” Rose exclaimed from behind, “We’re having a welcome back brunch in the morning.”

Rafe grumbled at that, rolling his eyes. He said nothing until he led you into a bedroom overlooking the ocean.

“Wow.” You breathed out, admiring the setting sun in the horizon, “Was this your room?”

Rafe glanced around the room, “Once. Rose couldn’t wait to turn it into a guest room when I moved out.”

“Mmm.” You stood by the windows, staring out, already feeling rejuvenated, “When was that?”

Rafe dropped onto the bed, his arms outstretched as he kept his eyes closed, “When was what?”

“When you moved out.” You crossed over to the bed, sitting on it with one knee propped, watching your boyfriend relax into the mattress.

“Couple years ago.” He opened one eye, squinting up at you as the setting sun shined into the room, “Why do you ask?”

You shrugged, resting your chin on your knee, “Just trying to get to know you. All over again.”

Rafe smirked at that, rolling onto his stomach until his head was forcing your leg down so he could rest it in your lap. He peered up at you, “Let’s save that for later. I’m tired.”

You pressed your lips together but nodded.

“I’m really happy you’re here.” He whispered as his eyes fluttered close, “It’s about time you came home with me.”

The brunch unnerved you to no end. Rose had came to your bedroom that morning with a dress she had went & bought earlier that morning. Rafe was already gone by the time you woke so you stayed in the bedroom, too awkward feeling to roam about his house where his family lived without him.

“Oh, that really wasn’t necessary.” You told her but felt elated at the gift. Having grown up in an orphanage, you were not custom to gifts, at least not personal gifts bought with you specifically in mind.

“Nonsense.” Rose batted away your reluctance, “I’m not as close to Sarah & Wheezie as I’d like to be, so this gives the chance to really have a daughter.”

Rose smiled sweetly at you, gesturing for you to go to the en suite bathroom & try the dress on, “Well?”

“Right.” You didn’t know how to say ‘no’, not used to receiving gifts, “Thank you, Rose.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

She was much too young to be your mother but you still felt grateful towards her. From what little you knew about Rafe’s family, his mother had bailed when he & his siblings were young & his father dedicated most of his time to his business. Rose entered the picture only a few years ago & had desperately tried to make the family a family. You could tell that Rafe didn’t appreciate that aspect about her, often passive aggressively making comments about her, but you had never had a family. So, you welcomed it with open arms.

You slipped into the dress, admiring it in the mirror. It was definitely nothing you would ever wear, let alone own, but it felt nice looking in the mirror & seeing someone who didn’t just dress is drabby, dark colors.

You re-entered the bedroom & Rose, who had been sitting on a bench near the foot of the bed, rose with admiration in her eyes, “Oh my, don’t you look stunning!”

“I don’t know about that.” You shifted awkwardly under her gaze. But she approached you nonetheless & began to inspect you closer.

“Now, all’s we need is a little bit of makeup & some hair styling & you’ll take everyone’s breath away.”

And so for the next thirty or forty minutes, Rose applied all sorts of make-up to your face & tussled with your hair until it was to her satisfaction. Once she was done, she peered proudly at you, “A totally new woman.”

With that, she gently spun you around so you could face the mirror.

Who you saw wasn’t you. Who looked back at you as you stared unbelievingly into the mirror was a brighter woman, a woman filled with content & light. She was everything you were not, but you enjoyed her sight.

“What do you think?” Rose met your eyes in the mirror as she appraised her handiwork.

“I think you’re a miracle worker.” You joked.

She chuckled lightly at that, “I’ve always wanted a daughter of my own.”

That was a random confession but you turned to her, “I always wanted a mother.”

Rose’s face softened, nodding in understanding, “I hope you know that you have a family here. Rafe has kept you a secret all this time but I overheard him speaking with Ward this morning about how you were an orphan.”

You lowered your eyes at that.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Rose told you, “Though I was dealt a better hand in life than you were, I never felt like I belonged to a family until I met Ward. His kids give me a hard time & will likely never see me as their mother, but we’re a family. And now you’re a part of it, too.”

You finally looked up at her, your eyes watering.

“Don’t cry.” She teased, wiping at the sensitive skin under your eyes, “That eyeliner isn’t cheap.”

The two of you shared a laugh before she inhaled with finality, “I left a pair of heels for you in the bedroom. Brunch starts any moment. Finish getting ready & we’ll see you down there, alright?”

You nodded, steeling yourself against the sudden onslaught of emotions.

“Rose.” You called after her as she made to exit the bathroom, “Thank you.”

She simply smiled in return.

Meeting the rest of Rafe’s family was not as endearing as your one-on-one with Rose. Ward Cameron, the matriarch, was kind enough but carried that urban coolness you were used to from city folk. Sarah was friendly but she cared little to get to know you. As for Wheezie, it was clear she didn’t want to be there in general. But everyone spoke amongst themselves & you were happy enough to just listen.

Brunch took place on the rear patio of their house. Kitchen staff brought plates & cleared them, refilling glasses as they went. You weren’t too hungry but didn’t want to come off as ungrateful so you forced yourself to eat as the meal carried on. But the pleasant brunch began to take a turn for the worse when one of the staff members accidentally spilled Rafe’s mimosa onto his shirt.

“Goddamnit!” He yelled, causing all the girls at the table, staff included, to jump in surprise.

But it did more than just make you jump, it transferred you to a dark memory.

“Goddamnit!” A voice wailed & you felt your heart racing. You scrambled to your feet & ran blindly through the trees.

It was him, the man who had been following you. He snagged you off the street, the sweet smell of chloroform filling your nostrils as you struggled against him. You hadn’t seen his face, but when he deposited you into the backseat of his rig, his face finally appeared. It was blurred though as you slipped into unconsciousness.

A sharp gasp escaped you as you leapt from your seat at the table. You were panting as if you had just been running & tears caked your cheeks.

“_____, what’s wrong?” Rose frowned in concern.

Rafe hissed but his focus quickly shifted to you, his eyes staring worriedly up at you.

“_____?” He said, his voice sounding far away.

“_____!” His voice hollered behind you as you tripped before rolling down a steep decline.

When Rafe touched you though, you jumped yet again, this time away from him.

You stared down at him wide-eyed. Was it…?

“I’m sorry.” You shakily voiced, “I’m not feeling well all of a sudden..”

Without another word, you turned away from the questionable look on the Cameron’s faces & raced inside, heading straight for the stairs. Once you got up there, you threw yourself into the room you shared with Rafe & collapsed against the door.

Your back ached when you came to a stop at the bottom of the steep decline, having been slammed against the trunk of a tree. Panicked breaths escaped you as you moved to army crawl along the forest floor but froze when you heard him above you.

“_____!” The voice, his voice, yelled in search of you, “Don’t hide from me! I will find you!”

But you lied still, deathly still to evade his searching eyes. It was too dark in the forest, not even a sliver of the moon in the sky to aid your attacker in finding you.

A branch snapped followed by the flapping of birds wings sounded nearby. You listened as your attacker cursed quietly to himself & took off in that direction, the opposite direction of you.

Now, you had to move now!

But as you struggled to your feet, you whimpered & fell back down. Your feet were bare, sore & torn apart from running. But you couldn’t lie there, he would find you. With the remaining strength you had left, you crawled away from his last known position. But exhaustion was getting the better of you. Tears blurred your vision as you sought desperately for a way out.

It wasn’t until you felt the soft, lumpy texture of the forest earth shift to a rough, flat surface that you finally lifted your head. You were on the side of a road. And in the distance, a pair of headlights. You felt yourself collapse against the pavement, your hand outstretched.

An engine grew closer until it stopped near you. Doors were thrown open & panicked voices sounded.

“Call 911!”

You choked back sobs as you covered your mouth with your hands, the memory of you being found filling the gaps.

A knock sounded on the door against your back, followed by your boyfriends voice.

“_____?”

“_____!”

It was him. The man who attacked you… it was Rafe.

Rafe eyed you from across the foyer, his expression unreadable as a few police officer’s & detectives stood between the two of you.

Before Rafe had the chance to console or question your sudden burst during brunch, you had locked yourself in the en suite bathroom & called the number that was given to you by the detective handling your case.

You didn’t leave the bathroom until they arrived, despite Rafe’s plea’s for you to come out. The detective had contacted the local authorities in the area you were currently in to dispatch to your location until he could arrive. When he finally had, it was late afternoon. Only then did you emerge from your tiled cave.

Rafe wanted to approach you immediately, concern & mild anger gracing his features, but police officer kept the two of you separate as the detective led you from the second floor to the main.

“You can use my office.” Ward had offered, his eyes hard as he watched you disappear within.

Once you & the detective were safe & alone, you revealed to him everything. Your memories, Rafe’s voice in them, how you had no relatives or friends to even confirm his identity of being your boyfriend despite what the police already secured for you.

He listened intently & without dismissal as you fearfully panted, “Please, get me out of here!”

He nodded then but it was followed by a frown, “I’m afraid, Miss. _____, that the man who attacked you was not your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron.”

“What?” You returned exasperated, “But I just told you—”

“I know, Miss. _____, I’m not dismissing what you’re saying. I’m just informing you that we found the man who took you.”

What? You faltered at that, frowning deeply before shaking your head, “No, no, then you got the wrong man!”

You hissed but attempted to keep your voice low, “Rafe took me! I remember!”

“But you said you didn’t see his face in the memory. Just his voice?”

“Well, yes, but the rest will return. As far as his voice is concerned—”

“When you memory does return, you’ll find that the face of the man who took you is this one.”

The detective pulled out a piece of paper on it before handing it to you. You flashed your eyes to his before accepting it. On the paper he gave you was an arrest report, the mugshot of a man in his mid-30’s in the top right corner.

“His name is Jay Shelton, this is the man who took you.”

But you shook your head, staring at the unfeeling eyes of the man in picture. There was no inkling, no gut wrenching at the sight of his face, no voices in your head screaming at you ‘that’s him, that’s him’! There was no bodily response, conscious or otherwise.

“How do you know?” You questioned, your voice firm.

“Because.” The detective eyed you, “He confessed a few hours ago.”

“He--?” It didn’t make sense.

“He confessed to everything, Miss. _____. Stalking you, keeping track of your routine, following you home, we even found a few of your possessions in his apartment. He revealed details of your kidnapping that we never told you about. This is the man.”

“No, but—” But your memories.

“I’ve been in this field a long time, Miss, & I hope it brings you some sort of comfort when I tell you that thinking the person who hurt you is someone close to you isn’t unheard of. There was a case a few years ago in Florida where a woman suffered amnesia, much like your case, & was convinced that her memories were filled with her father having attacked her.”

“But it wasn’t her father?” You frowned.

“No. To my understanding, the mind—when in the process of healing itself—will cling to the faces we know in an attempt to fill in gaps of the memory.”

“But I didn’t see his face in my new memories. I heard his voice & it was…”

“The same theory applies. Audio, visual, it’s all the same. What your brain is trying to do is give you answers. And in this case, the answer it clung to was your boyfriend’s.”

You hung your head, emotions of all sorts racking your mind.

“I can’t imagine what it is you’re going through, but I hope you know that the man out there, who you are convinced hurt you, was at the police station every day until you were found. Only leaving when we forced him to, but he would always come back.”

Unshed tears blurred your vision.

“So, Jay Shelton… what happens now?”

“Now that we have a confession it’ll go through the judicial system.”

“And I’ll have to be present for that.” You confirmed without question.

“Most likely. It’ll take your testimony to get him longer time. A confession can always be recanted.”

You nodded, “So, I panicked for nothing?”

“Not for nothing. When I left the city to come here I was prepared to arrest your boyfriend, but I got the call about Shelton halfway here. You did what you thought was right & no one will fault you for that.”

You deadpanned at that, “Except for my boyfriend & his family.”

The detective sighed but reassured you, “They’ll understand. Especially once we explain everything to them.”

“We?” You flickered your eyes to his.

“From the sounds of it, you’ve been on your own most your life. And with this scary event having happened to you, I think you could use some support in facing your boyfriend. So, we’ll do it together.”

“Together.” You grinned unsurely at that, but nodded your thanks.

“Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

It was late by the time you & Rafe returned to your room for the night.

The night had been long & hard.

The detective stayed true to his word & assisted you in telling Rafe & his family what happened. Most understood, your boyfriend included, but the same couldn’t be said for Ward.

“Nothing like cops coming to my house in the middle of the day for our neighbors to see my son being accused of kidnapping.”

His reaction had hurt you but Rafe hugged you against him, “Dad. She was scared.”

Ward ignored his son but the detective had your back. You apologized profusely to Rafe’s family & Rose, much to your relief, hugged you. Ward was still upset & departed to his office for the rest of the night, but Rafe reassured you that he would get over it in time.

But as you two got ready for bed, you felt most sorry to Rafe. After all, he had done everything in his power to make you feel safe & even brought you home to his family, & then you had accused him of being the man who attacked you, of lying & manipulating you the entire last month. Fortunately, Rafe didn’t blame you, but Jay Shelton.

“At least he’s behind bars, now.” You added. And Rafe sighed with relief.

“At least.”

You went to bed shortly after, falling into a mostly undisturbed sleep. But at some point in the night, you felt yourself wake. Your lids were heavy, your muscles more so. It felt like a dream as you attempted to lift your head but you were much too delirious to do so. Rafe had given you some of Rose’s sleeping pills & you imagined this was one of the effects of them. But as you felt yourself slipping back into unconsciousness, you heard a pair of voices.

They were far, at least further from your room. As you tried to narrow in on them in your sluggish mind, you felt as if they were right outside the bedroom door. And you recognized both voices, at least you thought you did.

“That is the last time I cover your ass.” A harsh voice sounded. You frowned in your lethargic state, thinking it sounded like Ward’s.

“It won’t happen again.” That one sounded like your boyfriend’s, but their voices began to grow further away as darkness lined your vision yet again.

“It better not. Because then next time, you’ll be forced to finish the job you started back in the woods.”

Your heart pulsed & panic gripped you but the feelings quickly evaded your consciousness. Sleep awaited you, the drugs working you hard. And as you slipped back into a deep sleep, you felt relieved that you would wake to Rafe, to Rose, to a family you never had.

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bookofbonbon · 1 year ago

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strut: into the archives - coriolanus snow.

Characters: Coriolanus Snow.

Warnings: Not edited so, bad grammar and probably bad spelling. Anything 1k+ is immediately too long for me to want to read back and edit.

Summary: Coriolanus is determined to find out who you are.

Word Count: 1800+.

A/N: They don't interact in this one. It's just all Coriolanus fretting over the fact that he doesn't know shit about reader and being determined to find out. Boring, I know however, this will be the segue into the beginning of their relationship!

Sleep evaded Coriolanus, your words playing over again in his head and haunting him throughout the night.

I think you know exactly what I mean, Coriolanus, or would like me to fetch a jabberjay to explain it to you?

The map in his hand crumples under the pressure of his closing fist.

It made no sense, how could you have known about the jabberjay? Nobody had known, except for Dr. Gaul and what benefit would it be to her to release that information? None. Nobody else had known and he had tied up all of his loose ends… hadn’t he?

Early morning chirps drew his attention to the window and away from the smoldering fire of his study's fireplace; the first rays of sunlight peeking from behind the drawn curtains - reminding him that yet another day had passed and still he knew absolutely nothing of weight about you and yet you? You already knew his darkest secret.

Leaning forward, his elbows dig into his knees as he haphazardly runs his hands through his hair and down his face; trying hard to drag something up of substance about you from last four or so weeks ago for what had to be the hundredth time that night.

The most he could recall was that he returned from District 12 and there you were, Sejanus's estranged cousin - he'd only heard of you once before from Sejanus but of course, Coriolanus wasn't actually listening so, he couldn't recall - and he didn't question your presence, why would he? Why would he care when he was finally returned to where he rightfully belonged in the Capitol. He had been honorably discharged from the Peacekeepers effective immediately, awarded the Plinth prize, studying under Dr. Gaul and interning as a Gamemaker not to mention that with the way things were going for him, he was sure he would soon be named the heir to the Plinth’s Munitions empire.

He alone, Coriolanus, was restoring the Snow name to its former prestige; finally getting back all that he had been owed. So why the hell would he have cared about the plain faced girl standing beside Ma Plinth when she and old Strabo greeted him for the first time upon his return?

Coriolanus had simply dismissed your presence as Ma bringing in a stray Plinth - an attempt to mend her broken heart. Of course, Coriolanus's return brought them to their senses, reminding them that he was Sejanus's best friend and only he could fill the Sejanus shaped hole left in their lives. You were still there of course but, he had completely- stupidly disregarded you and your slights toward him as absurd District prejudice against those from the Capitol - she's no threat, he had told himself, guard as far down as he ever let it… what a mistake that had been.

It took you quite literally hitting him with your car for him to identify you as a threat - maybe you were right, maybe he was too busy strutting about.

Coriolanus scowled, standing from the butter-soft, leather, armchair and made for his bedroom; putting an end to his sulking effective immediately with the sun's rising. Nothing would come from ruminating on what he hadn’t done while daylight was burning and it was clear that there was only one thing left for him to do and that was finding out exactly who you were.

He’d already had the wool pulled over his eyes by Lucy Gray, he wouldn’t allow you to do the same and he’d start at the second commonplace the two of you frequented.

Showered and immaculately dressed, the sun was still rising into the sky when Coriolanus climbed the steps of the Citadel.

He bypasses the high security zone with ease, the peacekeepers nodding in his direction; Coriolanus thankful for the odd hours that Dr. Gaul called on him as it didn't raise suspicion about his earlier than normal visit. That and he knew his presence was both welcomed and revered by those who worked in the grand building.

His strides are long but evenly paced as he walks the familiar route toward the elevators once inside; there he waits impatiently, smiling tightly at the two people who passed.

Ding!

The ride is an agonizingly slow few seconds and when the doors finally slide open to reveal the unfamiliar floor to Coriolanus, the first thing he spots is the huge sign hanging up ahead with bold block writing-

ARCHIVES

It’s as pristine as every other floor he had visited so far in the Citadel; however, there was something particularly sterile about it.

Approaching the front desk; a short, lithe woman stands behind it, her Citadel uniform pristinely pressed and fitted and without a single flaw; a reflection of the immaculately organized files he could spy beyond the glass wall that stood behind her.

“Hi,” Coriolanus greets her with a charming smile but she doesn’t spare a single glance his way so he goes the other route - straight to the point.

“I require all documents on the Initial Jabberjay Project.”

This gets her attention, “for what purpose?”

“I’m working with Dr. Gaul and Dr. Kay on the repurposing of the jabberyjays.”

She eyes him suspiciously at first until her gaze settles on his security clearance badge.

“Private Snow?” she questions.

This time Coriolanus becomes suspicious, head cocking to the side in question; no one had called him that since he left District 12.

“I recall your name from the files on the District 12 Reserve of the Jabberjay and Mockingjay, Species” she explains, gesturing to the device in front of her. “We just finished processing the files onto the new computer system.”

“Uh- yeah, that was me,” Coriolanus relaxes with what he hopes to be a sheepish smile. “You can just call me Coriolanus now.”

He never wanted to hear anyone call him Private Snow again, he didn’t need the reminder of that disgustingly horrid place.

“Sign in here,” she hands him a form, a tray appearing from a cavity in the desk. “Place your bag in there and come around the side once you’re done.”

He does as she says, coming up the side and meeting her at the first barricade - where she completes a security check on him - and then to the second glass barricade.

Once through, she provides him with white gloves, directions to finding the Initial Jabberjay Project files and directions to the files on the District 12 Reserve, "if you're interested."

Pulling the gloves on, Coriolanus thanks her but, before he can venture further inside, she stops him.

“I’m glad you put forward the slaughter of those mockingjays. They’re unnatural and their species should be eradicated. Well done, soldier.”

Pride swells in his chest at her praise and she salutes him. He returns the gesture instinctively and she turns swiftly, disappearing back through where they came, the door closing behind her.

The resounding click of the door alerts Coriolanus to the fact that he’s now locked in the Archives without any way to escape. Heat prickles at his skin, the same trapped feeling of being in the arena creeping up on him slowly but he shakes it away before its grip can cease him.

You're in the Capitol Archives in the Citadel, he reminds himself. You're safe.

Not bothering with the Initial Jabberjay Project files, Coriolanus makes his way to the District 12 Reserve files - they’re new and already on the new computer system and more of a chance for him to be able to actually take the files out of the building.

Making his way to his second destination, Coriolanus follows the directions he’d spent all night memorising; the map of the archives burnt into his memory having studied it all through the night when sleep would not come; taking him further and further into the archives until finally, he arrives at his intended destination - Employee Records.

He moves quickly but there's hundreds, thousands, maybe tens of thousands of files and it takes him longer than he expected to find your file but he does find it eventually and it’s thick. How? Why?

He shakes the train of thought, refocusing himself and, thanking whatever higher power that decided that Project files should be housed in boxes instead of folders because there was no way that he could’ve smuggled your employee folder out otherwise; it was far too thick.

With sweat gathering on his brow and his breaths coming out heavier, Coriolanus removes the contents of your record from its folder, then opens the box and takes the equivalent of your records out, swapping the two then swiftly replacing the lid on the box and your folder back into the cabinet.

He makes his way to the exit, calming himself the entire way; the box feels heavier in his clammy hands but he knows it's not.

Pushing down on the intercom button, another few agonizingly slow seconds pass until the same lady appears before him.

She immediately raises an eyebrow at the box in his hands, her voice coming through the intercom, “you can’t remove the Initial Jabberjay Project files from here.”

“It's the District 12 Reserve files, not the Initial Jabberjay files,” he holds the box up, showing her the label.

“I thought you needed the Initial Jabberjay Project files.”

“I did, but these are far more informative on the biological makeup of jabberjays," he explains, a story already fabricated. "The research undertaken for the District 12 Reserve has resulted in further developments into the jabberjay that the Initial Jabberjay Project files don't contain.”

“You still can’t remove those, you can access them on the new computer system, put them ba-”

“Please, my access doesn’t come through for another week, I’m just an intern and I need these otherwise- otherwise Dr. Gaul will…” Coriolanus trails off pathetically, swallowing thickly and leaving it to her own imagination to guess what Dr. Gaul would hypothetically do to him.

It was all lies of course. Coriolanus was one of the first to gain access to all Project archives that had been uploaded onto the new computer system - Dr Gaul ensured it. Unfortunately, access to Employee Records was not a part of that access and well above his security clearance.

When she doesn't budge, Coriolanus makes a show of having his expression fall, shoulders slumping dramatically as he makes to return the box-

“Fine,” she concedes. “But, you are to return them within 24 hours otherwise I will personally place you under arrest for their removal.”

Coriolanus doesn’t listen as she clears his exit and rattles off whatever care and safety precautions he needs to take while handling the files; pulling the gloves off, he practically runs to the elevators when she finishes. Only allowing himself to breathe easier and relax entirely when he finds himself back in the safety of his home and in the comfort of his study - the sun shining high in the sky through the uncurtained window.

Setting himself up comfortably behind his own desk, he opens the box with steady hands and removes your files.

Finally able to study them, he’s immediately taken aback by the sight of your picture staring up at him. His fingers ghost over the picture then curl in on themself; taking in your rounded face and hopeful eyes; you looked young - a child. Coriolanus’ eyebrows draw together in confusion, his fingers pressing into the centre of his palm

How long have you been in the Capitol? Working in the Citadel?

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yuurei20 · 15 days ago

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Hii :3 this might be a silly one, but is there any difference, major or small in the twst novel, specifically yuuya and Malleus's relationship, since yuuya is more timid then game yuu, I was wondering if there were any difference regarding his and Malleus's relationships. Of course you don't have to answer if you want, I hope your day is well ( ＾ω＾ )

Hello hello! Thank you for this question! 🦐🐉

While in both the Prologue of the game and of the first novel the prefect overhears people whispering about Malleus during the opening ceremonies, it is only in the novel that we receive any information about the prefect's reaction:

While there is nothing in the original game to refute that the game-Prefect had these same thoughts about Malleus being famous and inspiring fear, there is also nothing to confirm it, so maybe we cannot technically be sure that this counts as a difference? 🧐

And Yuuya seems to remember Malleus' name, as he comes up again in the novel in a scene that does not exist in the game.

There is a whole section in the novel during one of the sleepovers at Ramshackle Dorm where Ace, Deuce, Grim and Yuuya discuss Malleus, including a rumor from Deuce about Malleus freezing the roses of the maze at Heartslabyul (in the game Malleus describes this as "a classic Thorn Fairy anecdote," but it is unclear if it is canonically a rumor in the game as well or if this is unique to the novel).

By this point in the novel Yuuya has only met Riddle and Leona of the housewardens, and he concludes that Malleus must be much the same.

So that is maybe one difference between the prefect of the novel/game's relationship to Malleus! 🦐 Whereas the game-Prefect doesn't seem to have much information about Malleus at all, novel-Prefect has had Malleus' fearsomeness and strength described to him before they meet.

By Novel 2 Yuuya is just as frightened of Malleus as the other first-year students, in another scene that does not exist in the game:

"Yuuya instinctively looks around to see if there is anyone nearby. While they are in a place that few students ever pass through, it is impressive how openly Riddle expresses his dissatisfaction with Malleus when he might be overheard.

Yuuya does not know anyone who would ever dare to say such things. Even Ace, so straightforward about everyone and everything else, is wary of Malleus Draconia." - Twst 2nd Novel (fan translation)

Then there is the scene where the two finally meet (without Yuuya actually realizing who Malleus is), which is a fairly big change from both the game and manga, with Malleus already knowing Yuuya by name:

"‘Yes, I live in this dorm now. My name is Kuroki Yuuya.’

‘Yuuya…ah, you must be Yuu, then.’

‘You know who I am?’ In the same moment that Yuuya asks this, he realizes that it is not so unusual. There must be very few people at the school who have not heard of him and Grim by now." - Twst 2nd novel (fan translation)

(Meeting Malleus pt1 | Meeting Malleus pt2)

Both the game- and novel-prefects take special note of Malleus' horns, and the game-prefect's reaction has the option of being more comical (Yuuya wonders if he might not be a goat or sheep):

"The jet-black hair that rests against the nape of his neck is all the more noticeable in the dim light, darker than even the night itself.

And there are horns upon his head, just as dark.

Yuuya stares at them. They compliment the man's well-shaped head, forming an elegant curve. And they are surprisingly large.

Yuuya lowers his gaze to find that the man is looking back at him just as intently.

Yuuya quickly drops his eyes.

Regardless of what those horns might be, it must be uncomfortable for one to have their physical attributes stared at in such a manner.

Perhaps he has been rude.

This may be a beast-person, with horns like that. They do not seem so different from the horns of mountain goats or sheep. While this may not be so unusual in Twisted Wonderland, it certainly would be back in Yuuya’s former world." - Twst 2nd novel (fan translation)

(The original text reads "yellow-green armband," changed to just "yellow" for EN)

And the fallout of Malleus telling the prefect that he will not be telling them his name is maybe the biggest change! 🐉 In the game and manga we get the more comical reaction of "This guy's a little bit strange. / Why is everyone in this school like this?," but in the novel Yuuya asks again if he might have Malleus' name, and Malleus is not amused:

"‘Um, I wouldn’t want to be rude, so if I could maybe ask your name…’

‘I have said no. Did you not hear me?’

Yuuya feels a sudden chill run down his spine. Despite the once tranquil evening Yuuya goes stiff, a briar-like tension seizing his body and making it impossible to move.

Fear makes Yuuya’s heart race, and he comes close to losing his composure altogether. He should not attempt to defy this person who stands before him. Yuuya is taken over by a primal instinct that warns him: he must submit.

Suddenly, the night grows slightly brighter. Yuuya takes a deep breath and vigorously nods his head. It seems he had been forgetting to breathe. Yuuya’s heart still pounds loudly within his chest.

Realizing that Yuuya is not looking to defy him, the man appears to regain his pleasant mood." - Twst 2nd novel (fan translation)

In the novel we then receive more information about the impact that Malleus had upon Yuuya, which is not mentioned in the game:

"A yellow-green ribbon with a black line through it—Diasomnia colors, the same worn by Lilia and Silver. An imposing person like that would hardly be out of place in a dorm overseen by the much-rumored Malleus Draconia.

‘No point in goin’ to look for him, then. I wanted to see a human with horns,’ Grim says. ‘Was there anythin’ else about him?’

Yuuya does not know what to say. It is impossible to express it in words alone.

It was not a beauty that one recognizes at a glance, like that of Leona or Vil, but an otherworldly face with almond eyes that linger in your mind forever. An aura unlike that of anyone else, that none could even hope to attain.

Yuuya does not know if he will ever be able to put into words how he felt in that moment.

As Yuuya grapples with how to explain, Grim quickly makes up his mind.

‘Well, nevermind. Since we don’t know his name, let’s call him Hornton for now.’

‘Hornton?’ Yuuya’s eyes go wide. ‘That’s way too unsophisticated for him! He's sure to get upset.’" - Twst 2nd novel (fan translation)

And that is all we have thus far! Much looking forward to the third novel, which has yet to be announced as of this post, but maybe one day~🐙

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sidekick-hero · 8 months ago

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Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles, prompt "spring" | wc: 1.000 | also written for the Stranger Things writing guild prompt "new beginnings" to celebrate @pearynice's birthday 💜| tags: second chances, blind date, exes to lovers, modern au

Eddie often wonders why he can't say no to Chrissy. It's become as much a part of his life as his love for Metallica or his ambidexterity. Whenever Chrissy insists, "You can't stay home every night and mope, Eddie. It's time to get out there and meet new people. You should start dating again, Eddie. New city, new opportunities." he tries to reason with her. He explains that he's not moping, for heaven's sake, and that he's meeting lots of people through his guitar lessons. He insists that he's content to be single. But Chrissy is relentless, wearing him down until he finds himself clad in black jeans and a burgundy button-down he never knew he owned, heading to his favorite bar to meet the mysterious blind date Chrissy has arranged for him.

Chrissy hasn't provided much information about the guy, just that he's about Eddie's height, athletic, and apparently very handsome and 'dreamy' - whatever that means. Eddie isn't convinced that this is his usual type, nor is he sure that he fits the bill for what this guy might be looking for. But Chrissy has a point; it's been over five years since Eddie's last serious relationship, and none of the guys he's dated since have been anything more than casual flings. Maybe it's not such a bad idea to try something different.

Since moving to New York eight months ago - first as Chrissy's roommate, then as her friend - Eddie has been searching for a sense of purpose. Los Angeles had lost its allure; too superficial, too jaded, too artificial. The only real connection he had there was Steve, who left the city and Eddie years ago, leaving Eddie adrift. Eventually, Eddie came to terms with the unlikelihood of his rockstar dreams and decided it was time to face reality.

Hence his move to New York in search of a fresh start. And maybe, just maybe, a chance at a lasting relationship - one that can mend the Steve-shaped hole in his heart.

It's hope more than anything that brings Eddie to the Hideout to meet his blind date on a warm spring night in late May. According to Chrissy, the guy would stand out with his overly preppy attire - a stark contrast to the Hideout's dive bar atmosphere.

The bar is bustling, as usual for a Saturday night. As Chrissy predicted, Eddie spots his date almost immediately - not because of his outfit, but because of the familiar figure perched on a barstool, nursing a beer.

It's Steve Harrington sitting across from Eddie, every bit as captivating and alluring as the day they first met seven years ago, when they were both waiting tables in Los Angeles.

The moment Steve spots him is unmistakable and his wide eyes convey that Steve, too, had no idea that Eddie would be his blind date - a twist of fate that brings them together again after so many years and miles apart.

"Steve," Eddie croaks, his throat dry and his heart racing as he approaches. "I had no clue, I swear. If I'd known Chris was setting me up with you, I would've warned her that you'd probably never want to see me again. Been there, done that, right?" He chuckles nervously, realizing he's on the verge of putting his foot in his mouth - his usual tendency. "God, I'm so sorry, really."

Steve continues to stare at him, blinking as if trying to make sense of the situation. Slowly, like shifting tectonic plates, he returns to the present, acknowledging the awkwardness of being set up on a blind date with his ex.

His voice, slightly breathless, finally breaks the silence, accompanied by a faint smile. "Well, you didn't ramble quite as much on our last first date."

Eddie can't suppress the laughter that bubbles up from within him, recalling fondly their first first date. "I have no idea how I pulled that off, to be honest. I was so nervous, I thought I was going to puke."

Steve's laughter fills the air, drawing a grin from Eddie. "Yeah, you looked even paler than usual, and the bar for that was actually pretty low."

"Oi, just so you know, it's called alabaster skin and it's considered very sexy."

Steve lets his eyes roam over Eddie's slender form in a way that still manages to fluster him, heat creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks.

"Sure," he agrees easily after a moment's pause. Then, meeting Eddie's eyes, Steve continues, his tone serious. "Listen, I had no idea you'd be my blind date, but now that we're both here... maybe we can catch up? It's been a while, and truth is, I miss you. I've been thinking a lot about you, about us. I know we broke up for a reason, but I feel like... maybe we could've tried harder, y'know? I could've tried harder."

That's so Steve, Eddie thinks, feeling a pang in his chest. He's never met anyone who wears his heart on his sleeve the way Steve does.

Pulling a five-dollar bill from his pocket, Eddie places it on the bar before reaching out to Steve. "Wanna get out of here? Take a walk and talk?"

"There's nothing I'd rather do," Steve replies, intertwining their hands as they leave the bar and step out into the warm, spring-scented night air.

They find themselves in a nearby diner, where they spend the night talking - about their past, their present, and, tentatively, their future. They only part as the sun begins to rise, a soft kiss goodbye all they allow themselves to end this magical night.

A kiss and a confession.

"I'm so glad we got a second chance, Eddie," Steve whispers, voice full of sincerity. "I don't want to start it off with a lie.A friend stood me up; that's why I was at the bar. Not as your date."

Spring, with its promise of new beginnings, has never smelled sweeter, Eddie thinks as he kisses Steve again with a grin on his face.

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outofconcheol · 1 year ago

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Sign Here For... (HJS x F!Reader)

pairing: delivery boy!Jisung x afab!reader genres/au/rating: crack, smut, fluff, one night stand au, 18+ summary: Feeling frustrated and reeling from your recent breakup, you put in a special order on your favorite delivery app. However, with the goods, comes Jisung, who's a lot more than you'd ever bargained for.

word count: 4.0k

warnings: past relationship and referenced breakup (Minho x reader), regrettable decisions are made, Jisung and reader are both so very shy and cute but also bold, lots of innuendos, alcohol use, swearing, some little thoughts of self-doubt, Jisung's black nail polish, unexpected feels, smut warnings: nsfw thoughts, sex toys, making out, nipple play, fingering (f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex (the pull-out method)

a/n: djsksk what is this?? except the unhinged product of both my imagination and my infatuation with Han Jisung. this is my first time writing a fic for anybody besides bts, so I'm super nervous about this. Special thanks to Miss Emme (@temptaetions) for informing me that Dashmart, of all places, sells sex toys which then became the impetus for whatever kind of delusional thing this is. i hope you enjoy, and please be nice!

This had the potential to be a bad idea. A very bad idea. Rubbing at your eyes, you glare at your phone screen in the dark, legs tucked underneath you on the couch. If this backfired, maybe you could blame the blue light. Your psych professor in college had always loved to mumble about how cell phones were killing the younger generations’ brain cells.

Or, you could blame the fact that you’d shown up to Chan’s party last night, determined to have a good time after months of moping over your breakup, only to find your ex, Minho, sucking face with a new girl. Yeah. You could definitely blame it on that.

It wasn’t like you didn’t expect him to move on — it was just that you also expected yourself to have. Minho had been your first and only relationship, lasting through all of college and beyond before you’d broken up, deciding your lives were heading in different directions.

Honestly, you hadn’t been upset until the party last night. You’d accepted the breakup, growing pains were inevitable when you’d gotten together so young. But the fact that he’d moved on this quickly and you hadn’t stung.

Not to mention you were horny. Four years with Minho and then just like that, it all stopped. All you wanted was to get laid again. Unfortunately, after a disastrous drunken encounter on a dating app with a physical therapy student named Changbin, in which he’d fallen asleep before you’d even done the deed, you decided that it might have been too soon, and to take a step back.

But you were human, and if devoting your college years to studying the human psyche had taught you anything, it was that humans were needy. Very needy. For food, for shelter, for company. Which is why you were surprised at how the human race hadn’t crumbled already, given the rate of break-ups and divorces occurring these days. The problem was, that despite being needy, humans were also overthinkers.

So you’d spent a week pondering over what you were about to do, rationalizing every aspect of it in your brain - the pros, the cons, the consequences. And had almost talked yourself out of it when running into Minho tonight had been the catalyst for driving your decision the other way completely.

All you wanted was to hop onto your favorite delivery app, ready to wallow in pity over some ice cream and chips, and maybe Pride and Prejudice (2005), but then you’d seen it.

It seemed delivery apps were becoming more and more full service these days. Because right there, past the Doritos and the body wash, were sex toys.

You feel your throat go dry and eyes widen as they flash across the screen - all different sizes, shapes, and colours. There was more variety than you expected.

Immediately, you groan at yourself. More variety than you expected? Who expected to see sex toys on a delivery app anyway? The drought must finally have been getting to your brain.

Throwing your phone aside, you groan, trying to ignore the throbbing at your temple and in between your thighs. Maybe it was time to go out and find someone – maybe your self-imposed celibacy was driving you stir-crazy. It wouldn’t be so crazy to check out Minho’s Instagram, and see how he was doing…

“Get it together!” you mumble to yourself, pinching your arm. You were not going to stoop to the level of texting your ex. However, you were going to stoop to a different level entirely. You wipe your clammy palms on your thighs, picking your phone back up and clicking on a pink one quickly, immediately scrolling down to avoid dealing with the consequences of your transgression.

A few minutes later, you’ve managed to fill the cart with a dozen different snacks…and well… the other thing. It taunts you as you check out, and you focus your mind elsewhere, like the berry cheesecake ice cream you’d ordered. This was just another form of self-care, right?

You can feel the blood rushing in your ears and a bead of sweat trickles down your back, and you make the decision to hop into the shower while you waited. Sighing, you push yourself to stop being the overthinker you’d always been. Whoever was in charge of it would just put it at the door and then leave. It was none of their business, right?

Jisung really wasn’t a judgemental person. He knew people went through so much in their lives, which is why he never questioned orders with enough food for twelve people, only for one person to show up at the door. Or when someone ordered just yogurt and Tide Pods. People tended to forget things. Or they wanted to enjoy things. And who was he to stop them?

But right now, he was conflicted. He’d thought nothing of the order he’d just gotten, clicking accept on his delivery app, but then he’d done a double take when he actually saw what he’d had to pick up. Chugging along to the store on his red bicycle, he heaves for breath, trying to calm the racing in his heart.

You had to be joking right? Maybe you’d clicked it by mistake. He was more than used to his fair share of strange requests, but delivering a vibrator to someone’s doorstep was a new one. For a second, he’d thought about calling to confirm that you’d actually meant to order it, along with a mountain of snacks, but pushed the thought away immediately. That would only make things more awkward.

He wondered what could have possessed you to do something so impulsive. But then a lightbulb went off in his head. People tended to make rash decisions when they were going through a tough time — like a breakup. And suddenly, it all made sense to Jisung.

And being the empathetic person he was, his heart twinged for your sadness. You must have been really lonely. He wondered who could have broken up with you to make you so upset - from what he saw from your snack choices, you already had impeccable taste and he liked you. So he’d make sure you got your things safely.

Pulling up to the store, Jisung parks his bike away safely, the bell above the door signaling his entrance. The store clerk takes one look at him in his snapback with the app’s logo on it, and can barely hold back a smirk. Jisung feels his cheeks heat up… this wasn’t even his stuff, why was he feeling self-conscious?

“I’m uh, here for, —” he chokes out, feeling his throat close up, unable to get the words out. “Yeah.”

“Here you go,” the store clerk pushes the bag his way, unable to hold back their laughter, and Jisung feels a flash of anger go through him. Yeah, it was odd, but there was no reason to be so judgemental about it. “I hope whoever it is enjoys themselves.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they do,” he blurts out, watching the clerk’s eyes widen before he realizes what he’d just said. “I-, I mean I’ll make sure they get it, you know?”

He decides it’s time to leave before he does something even more stupid, slapping his palm against his forehead while he rushes out. What was it about this specific time that had him so flustered?

Actually, he knows what it was. He’d taken one look at the pink vibrator nestled away in its packaging, and thoughts of what would happen to it after he’d left it at your door raced through him. Rubbing a hand at the back of his neck, he wipes away the sweat that collects at his nape, taking a few deep breaths before hopping back on his bike.

Looking at the map, your apartment was only a couple of blocks away. He had to get it together before then.

Shaking out your wet hair, you slip your oversized t-shirt on, pulling up your fluffy socks, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. That couldn’t be what you thought it was. You decide to wait a few minutes to see if they knock again, and sure enough, they do.

You huff, looking down at your app. You’re pretty sure you’d clicked “leave at front”. But whoever “Jisung” was, he clearly didn’t get the memo, knuckles continuing to rap at your door.

“Helloooo,” his voice calls out, laced with genuine concern. “Is anyone there?”

Filled with annoyance, you stomp over to the door, pulling it open, ready to give this guy a piece of your mind when—,

Oh. Oh.

Big, brown doe eyes look at you from the other end, glassy and filled with sparkles, and your mind immediately goes blank, forgetting what you were so upset about. You stay there, lips parted, taking in every detail of the handsome stranger currently at your door, from his longish hair that falls in his eyes underneath his snapback, to the black painted fingernails on his slender hands.

The two of you remained locked in a stare for a few moments, Jisung unable to take his eyes off you either, and that’s when it registers that you’re only wearing a t-shirt and socks. You have the urge to slam the door in his face and scream from embarrassment, but then you wouldn’t be able to see his pretty face.

Jisung lets out a strangled sound, somewhere in between choking and a cough, hitting his chest in order to get the words out.

“Hi, I’m here with your order,” his voice cracks when he presents the bag full of things, the pink vibrator lying right on top

Your lips remain parted in an “o”, unable to say anything, eyes flitting in between your order and the cute delivery boy at your door. Eventually, you realize you should do something. Just maybe. So he doesn’t think you’re weird.

“I, uh, thank you, uhm, Jisung was it?” you watch his eyes widen at your acknowledgement, a smile lighting up his face. And it has your heart doing backflips.

“No problem, I hope you enjoy it!” Jisung responds enthusiastically, his ears reddening when he realizes what he’d just said.

Time seems to stand still when you accept the bag, watching him zip up his backpack and put on his jacket, those black nails taunting you. For a moment you imagine what they’d feel like inside of —

“Do you wanna come inside?” The words tumble from your lips before you can stop them, and Jisung freezes. You swear you hear him curse underneath his breath.

This was insane. Probably the most insane thing you’d done since breaking up with Minho. But he gave you butterflies in a way that no one had for a long time, and maybe, just maybe, this was a sign from the universe to take a risk. One more time.

“Jisung,” you repeat slowly, and he finally looks up at you, checking over his shoulder to see if you’re talking to him. “Do you want to come inside?”

He shrugs his jacket off, letting his backpack slip off until it’s hanging off one shoulder before he nods, unable to take his eyes off you standing on the other side of the threshold.

“I’d love to.”

Jisung feels like he’s going to pass out, wondering if he was having an out-of-body experience. Not only did he deliver his first sex toy today, but of course it had to be to one of the hottest girls he’d ever seen. None of it seemed real, as he followed you into your cosy apartment, filled with fairy lights and soft cushions.

A troublesome thought crosses his mind as he slips off his jacket and shoes, when he thinks back to how maybe you’d been going through a break-up. You inviting him in only served to strengthen that suspicion in his mind, but you’d been nothing but nice, just as shy and nervous at he’d felt. Whatever this was, Jisung was down for it, whether you just needed someone to talk to or — he thinks back to the pink vibrator.

Perhaps it was better not to get ahead of himself.

“Make yourself comfortable,” your soft voice echoes from the kitchen. He can hear you rustling around in there, putting away your things, and it makes him even more flustered. He looks around for anything to distract him from his racing mind, settling on a few photo frames of you and another guy, posing with three cats.

“I should probably take those down,” you surprise him again, coming up from behind and setting down some of the snacks you’d gotten and a few bottles of soju. “I haven’t really had anyone over here since the breakup.”

He was honestly shocked you were still on the rebound from your last relationship, given that you were — well you. If he’d known you then, heartbreak wouldn’t even have been a word in your vocabulary.

“It wasn’t horrible, if that’s what you’re wondering,” you reassure him, seeing a cute frown cross his face. “Minho was my first for a lot of things, but eventually you realize not everything is meant to last forever.”

“Is that why you, uh, you needed the things today?” Jisung chokes on sip of soju, hoping the sharp liquid can make him a little less awkward. From the way you fidget with your hair, he realizes it’s not helping at all on that front.

“Enough about me,” you take another swig, a bit of soju dribbling down your chin, and Jisung fights the urge to reach over and wipe it off. But then he’d be too close.

Jisung is a natural talker, opening up easily about himself and his life, from his own cute puppy to his friend group. Through the course of the conversation, he realizes that you’re older than him, but it doesn’t bother him. Something about the earnestness in your eyes makes him feel comfortable. It doesn’t help that you’re stunning under the dim lights, your damp skin shining and lips twisting into an adorable grin while you listen to him talk.

He wonders if he’s being a bit too forward, unable to keep his eyes off them while he goes on, but if you notice, you don’t say anything.

Half an hour later, and the distance between the two of you on the couch is completely non-existent, your thighs pressed up against Jisung’s while you giggle at his Doraemon impression.

He knows he’s probably a little tipsy, both of you are, but that doesn’t stop shock from registering when you pick up his hands, intertwining your fingers to marvel at his nail polish.

You bring them close to you, and even though he’s not touching you, he can swear he feels the thud of your heartbeat underneath your shirt.

“Do you like them?” his voice is gravelly as he asks the question, the soju making him feel like he’s floating.

“I do,” you stutter out. “They look really fucking good, I want them to, I-I mean I want some like them, shit–”

Another giggle bubbles from your lips and Jisung thinks he’s going to lose his mind, watching your eyes grow heavy-lidded, still clutching his hands in yours. The two of you are impossibly close now, any more and you’d be on top of him, but maybe he wants that. Maybe you want it too.

You squeak when he pulls you on top of him, the haze clearing momentarily when he feels your legs straddle him, clutching onto his shirt to avoid falling over completely. Jisung grips your thighs to hold you steady, and your stomach swims at his proximity. Looking into your eyes, he sees your pupils go dark, your throat bobbing while the two of you remain frozen, contemplating your next move.

He watches you suck in a breath, breaking eye contact to look over at the photo frames on your shelf, sadness flashing in your eyes. It stirs something within him, and he stops you midway, cupping your chin in his hands and tilting your head back towards him.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is lower than he’s ever heard it, desire seeping into every crevice, and he sees you give a little nod before you’re leaning in, crashing your lips onto his.

Jisung stifles a groan, melting into the kiss, your soft, slightly chapped lips adding to the fire that fuels in between you. A whine escapes the back of your throat, your nails raking through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him into you. He traces the inside of your mouth, pressing you down onto his thighs, shocked to find wetness leaking onto his jeans.

You pull away with a flush, realization dawning on your face. Chewing your lower lip, you give him an apologetic look.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I forgot I wasn’t wearing anything underneath…”

Jisung pulls you back into him, nipping at your bottom lip, before he’s pulling away again, his warm breath fanning into your neck.

“You don’t have to apologize baby,” he voice makes you shiver. “I came here for you after all.”

The two of you stumble back into your bedroom, lips clashing desperately, and you tug at the hem of Jisung’s shirt. He breaks away from your lips to allow you a small bit of focus, but it’s gone in seconds when he eyes your neck, pressing small kisses along its length, pausing to graze his teeth in a few spots.

You flutter your eyelashes against Jisung’s temple, finally grabbing hold of his shirt and slipping it over his head. You pause, taking him in, running your knuckles along his sides, and he shivers.

Jisung doesn’t even wait for you to finish undressing him, pushing you back onto your bed softly, watching the way your oversized t-shirt hikes up, exposing more and more of your body to him.

You feel your stomach fall into knots at the appreciative look in his eyes. It’d been so long since someone had looked at you like that, and you feel like you could explode from that alone. You cling onto his biceps, giving them a squeeze, and he moves quickly, pulling you flush against him so he can grab your shirt and tear it off.

Shoving you against him, he mouths at your jaw, tugging your hair so you arch up into him, grinding against the rough denim of his jeans. You collapse into a series of moans and sighs, rutting against him while Jisung continues to work you over, moving down to your neck, before he thumbs at your breasts.

The first swipe of his thumb against your nipple has you keening, throbbing with need until —

Jisung pins you in place, lifting his body slightly so you’re no longer touching. He toys with your nipple experimentally, giving it a squeeze, and you nearly sob at the contact, wanting to feel him again.

“Had to cut it off or I wouldn’t last,” he rumbles into your ear, stroking the soft skin of your stomach before he dips down in between your thighs, stroking exactly where you need him.

Jisung’s eyes widen in surprise at exactly how wet you seem to be, curiously swiping up and down before he plunges a finger in.

“Jisung, please, god, I—” you’re unable to get the words out, tugging at his hair while he fucks you open, your clit throbbing. Your hands roaming underneath the waistband of his pants, pushing at them uselessly, before Jisung pauses. You watch your arousal coat his fingers while he works the button open, finally pulling them off.

Closing your eyes, you ready to finally feel him, but like everything else today, Jisung is full of surprises, kneeling until he’s face first with you, exposed and open for him. The first press of his tongue against you has you bucking up into him, and you feel him smirk, his other hand reaching to press on your neck.

Your eyes flutter, your entire focus narrowing to where Jisung sucks on your clit, and then you’re breaking, nearly flying off the sheets as your thighs clamp around his head, both of you unable to contain your moans.

Jisung looks down at you, his lips swollen and messy with you on them, and you watch him study you, flushed and fucked out underneath him.

“Hey,” he says softly, brushing away the hair that’s fallen on your face. “You okay still?”

“Better than okay,” you mumble through your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. It’s too soft a gesture for what this was supposed to be, but Jisung melts into it anyway, reveling in the quiet moment.

“Keep going please?” you breathe into his neck. There’s barely a moment to think before Jisung’s hands are on your ass again, pushing you up into him so he can line himself up with your entrance. Without warning, he slides in, bottoming out harshly, and you dig your nails into his back.

You open up wider, letting him grab your leg and rest it on his shoulder, and his arm braces itself around your waist, lifting you up so he can find your lips again, tongue catching all the sounds that fall out of you.

His hands roam all over you, like he can’t get enough of your body. Jisung’s sweat soaked bangs are messy as he throws his head back, thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier, and you know he’s close.

“Fuck,” he groans, rubbing tight circles on your clit, until you feel yourself snap, gushing around him. “Where can I–”

Your hand rests on his jaw, rubbing small circles into it, and you’re pushing him back, watching his eyes widen in shock as you lower, taking him in between your lips. Jisung makes a strangled noise when he feels himself hit the back of your throat, twitching once before spilling into you.

The two of you fall into each other, heavy breaths mingling, and Jisung buries his head into the crook of your neck. You feel him smile against you, and your own soft smile lights up your face, the both of you falling asleep holding each other.

It must be the middle of the night before you muster up the energy to move, cleaning yourself off and changing into a comfy shirt and sweatpants. Behind you, Jisung is still dozing off, his face even softer in sleep than it was awake, and you stroke his cheek.

Feeling bad, you slip out, deciding to make him a cup of coffee. There’s a pang in your heart when you realize that he has to leave after this, that the two of you made no promises to each other. Every muscle in your body is aching as you hunch over the boiling coffee pot, begging you to ask him to stay.

From the corner of your eye, you spot the pink vibrator sitting on the counter, still in its packaging, and you chuckle, realizing you’d never got a chance to put it away.

“I hope you’re not thinking of using that without me,” you jump in shock at Jisung’s voice, turning around to see him grinning at you, hair mussed and clothes rumpled.

“Oh god, Jisung, I’m so sorry, your job, I didn’t even realize,” panic sets in as you try to make an excuse, guilt filling your chest for dragging him into your heartbreak.

“___,” he comes up to you, wrapping you in a hug from behind, his head resting on your shoulder. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have stayed unless I wanted to. And I wanted to.”

“Really?” you breathe out, unable to believe he’s actually saying this. “Why?”

You can’t stop your voice from cracking, the doubt creeping in again when you thought about how things had been good with Minho, and yet they hadn’t lasted, believing that someway, somehow, it was your fault. That you hadn’t been enough.

Jisung chuckles into your neck, pressing a kiss onto your cheek.

“You’re so cute. I wanna be here for you, in whatever way you need. If that wasn’t evidence enough, I’m kinda into you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

You feel your heart explode at his self-assuredness, finding comfort in his presence. When the morning came you knew he’d have to go, but maybe, just maybe, you’d let yourself be needy again. Especially when it worked out so well the last time.

a/n pt. 2: As always, any comments or feedback are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi <3

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biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer · 7 months ago

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Geo relationship headcannons please? 😓😓🤲

Reverence (Geo x MC/Reader - Relationship HCs)

For @Anonymous and @ordinary-weeb135 ! Hope you both enjoy! (“⌒∇⌒”) - Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer A/N: Considering the fact Geo is asexual and is horny 0% of the time, I don't think I can incorporate NSFW content with him without it becoming OOC. Therefore, I will not, at least for him. Hope you guys enjoy nonetheless. :]]]

Reverence: deep respect for someone or something.

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This mf thought you were being saucy when you first asked him out. After all; he gets reminded of his worth(lessness) enough, he doesn't need you, anyone but you, to be mocking him.

You did call him Geode when you confessed, obviously he'd be extremely a bit paranoid.

Well, till he realised you were being serious. Then he panicked because intimacy scares him (honestly such a mood)

But now that you've been together for a long time, he slowly cracks open (like a geode), bit by bit; and you, like the vulture you are, scoop up the nuggets of information he leaks, no matter how seemingly insignificant they may be.

But, alas, whatever knowledge you have on him is a sliver compared to what he knows about you.

This mf knows everything. He will find out every little detail about you, he wants to be as informed as possible, after all.

Overprotective. Stal- follows you if you've left the home to go somewhere, doesn't matter where, this man is paranoid.

Will demand to know where you're going anyway, will confront you if even the smallest of details don't line up. It's his way of ensuring you're okay. And that you can and will tell him everything about where you're going, planning to go to, etc.

If you're a homebody however, he's content; all it means you're with him, safe nearby, away from harm.

But even the almighty Geode needs time to himself, so if you're someone who doesn't like long periods of solitude, he'll simply make you snacks, a pillow fort and then calmly tell you to stay away from him for the next few hours.

You're used to it, and you understand that he needs time to rejuvenate himself after having classes the whole day, and needing to socialise with Deryl. Ugh.

Don't be surprised if your favourite fruit magically appears, cut up into cute shapes, somewhere in your room.

It totally wasn't him.

Would be happily surprised if you want to have what you call a 'bonsai baby' (he was stoically mortified the first time he heard that), but you and him did end up getting a Japanese bonsai tree. (You refer to it as the BB gun, to which Geo rolls his eyes)

Speaking of actual children, Geo doesn't want them. He hates them, for that matter.

Also hates intimacy...well, according to himself.

Likes headpats though (will never admit this, but he loves being praised as well)

His emotional walls are so high and so thick that even he doesn't know how to let you in, but it's okay. You'll figure out a way eventually.

Doesn't get aroused in general, so if you're a horny little shit, he'll just poof out of existence. Doesn't know what to do, so he just fucks off, does something else, and hopes the lack of physical touch isn't a massive dealbreaker for you.

Will be jealous though. A scarily enormous amount.

Is willing to fight until the grave to ensure you remain as his.

Will only hug you after a long time, and when you do, best thing ever. His torso is so comfortable you want to cry, his hair being loose around his shoulders (smells like Persian lilacs), and him holding you. You almost want to cry from joy.

Your first kiss will take even longer, and it'll probably be when you're asleep, a small peck, so you don't wake up.

Will blare opera music around your residence and vibe. Sometimes will sing along quietly, (you love his voice, he's so majestic)

Expert at applying makeup, will start doing it for you when you have date nights. Mf should be an artist with how skilled he is.

Also an expert in haircare, will probably silently brush through it nightly to keep it untangled until the morn

Grows plants in a small garden. Loves those plants

Is not expressive when it comes to emotions or affirmations, I see him as someone who is more Quality Time and Acts of Service-esqe. He likes to sit with you and simply relish in the fact you're both alive, content and safe. Together

Part of, no all of him holds you in the highest of regards imaginable, no matter how cold he may seem, he loves you in his own way

In short, Geo Oogami may not be the most affectionate, loving or emotional guy, but he makes up for it through all the aforementioned reasons, and that's more than enough for you.

He honours you in the way a devout acolyte would honour a god, or a soldier an emperor. You are revered by him.

And you always will be.

#geo subaru oogami #geo oogami #tkatb vn #tkatb #the kid at the back #reminder that geo is superior #tkatb geo #tkatb x reader #i was exhausted when i wrote this teehee #but uh yeah #hope yall enjoy #:DD

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bugs1nmybrain · 1 year ago

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YESSSS PLSSSS l x reader smut 🙏 maybe they work together or smth and it gets a little frisky??

Admittedly, I don't know the logistics of being a detective outside of Death Note and crime documentaries, and I can't picture my self in that occupation. However, I like thinking of the idea of L and the reader sitting alongside in each other's company while he works on his cases via his computer, and the reader working on something else such as college homework. So I'll work with that ;).

Distraction

Minors Do Not Interact

Warnings: Heteronormative sex and relationship, L uses pet names like "my love" and "darling," desk sex, established relationship, reader is neurodivergent-coded, reader is a college student, reader is heavier than L, nipple/breast play, L uses clinical terms during sex, oral (fem-receiving), unprotected sex

L could not for the life of him keep his eyes off of you.

He was slightly confused, considering that today wasn't different from any other day. You sat next to him on your computer, doing work for your classes, and he worked on his cases, at least anything that wouldn't expose too much information around you.

Maybe it was that ridiculous wet dream he had of you last night. L doesn't sleep nearly as much as others. Not only did he see it as a wedge in his schedule, but his dreams sometimes distracted him because of his analytical perspective on everything. Sometimes he dreamt of his parents, sometimes about the cruelty of his job, and other times...you.

You weren't helping the situation. Of course you had to choose to wear a very form fitting outfit today. L almost had an issue with how revealing your outfit was, but he knew he shouldn't dictate things like that. But if anyone else looked at you the way he was right now, he wouldn't be happy.

Your shirt practically hugged your torso, giving L a perfect view of the shape of your breasts. Your shorts were also, indeed, short, showing off your gorgeous thighs and their beautiful complexion.

It wasn't only your body, though. L wasn't that shallow. It was also the cutest expression you made while you focused on your homework. How you'd scrunch your face when you didn't quite understand something. Your hair fell in your face and you'd tuck it behind to see your notes better, but then it would just fall back in your face. Even the way you sipped on your drink was turning him on. He felt animalistic.

L wasn't the type to get lost in temptation like this. Sure he indulged in any sweets he wished without the consideration of the toll it would take on his body. And yes, he'd take some almost impulsive, bold decisions when he was determined to take a step further in an investigation. Perhaps he was someone who was swayed by temptation, now that he thought about it.

"L?"

Oh god. Now your voice.

"What is it, love?"

The most insignificant terms of endearment always made you blush or giggle. And it was adorable to him.

"I..um..I'm having a bit of trouble with this part of my homework. Would it..? I don't mean to pry for answers, but-"

"No need to apologize. What is it you're confused about?"

L took this opportunity to move his rolling chair directly next to yours. He leaned over your shoulder, peaking at the laptop in front of you. Lucky for him, he now had a wonderful view of your breasts.

You perked up at his close proximity, and L could've sworn he saw you squirm a bit.

"I'm having trouble with using Excel for the Goodness-of-fit test (you were taking a Statistics class). I checked my data and it's all correct so I'm really confused why my answers aren't coming out right."

L took a look at your screen and in a matter of two seconds knew what was wrong, "You have to round up your expected values to the closest whole integer. It should come out right if you do that."

You smiled beamingly and returned with a, "thank you."

"Of course, darling." L leaned in to kiss your cheek, eliciting a bright smile and blush. You were avoiding eye contact with him, but he knew that was your signal of enjoying his affection. L noticed early on that you were easily charmed by displays of affection, whether that be words of endearment or physical affection. L was not one for touching anyone before you. He had begun to learn how touch-starved he also was when you two had begun your relationship.

The look on your face and your body language was enough to make him hard. Your reactions are what got him the most.

L brought his hand to stroke your hair around your neck gently, making you tingle under his touch.

"Do you have anything else planned for the day?"

"Not really. This is the last bit of homework I have for the day. I don't know what I want to do after that."

"Mm.." L leaned closer, and wrapped his arms around your waist (as much as he could manage with you being in a chair).

You laughed playfully yet again but leaned into his touch. L took it upon himself to make a move, having an inclination that you wanted him to be more affectionate with you. He gently kisses the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and a delightful hum from you.

"You're so beautiful, did you know that?" L teases.

You laugh and blush at his compliment, "You must be lying."

"Not at all. The truth is, you're gorgeous. I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes off of you today because of your beauty and charm."

"I noticed."

Of course you did. You were an observant person, which is something L admired about you. Though maybe it wasn't too hard to tell, for he hadn't necessarily been sneaky with his glances at you.

"Does it make you nervous when I look at you like this?" L probes.

"No. Well, I feel a little embarrassed, but I'm not uncomfortable by you."

"There's no need to be embarrassed, I'm merely admiring how adorable you are. I don't want you to feel self conscious."

But deep down, L found your shyness cute and he often took advantage of it. L begins trailing soft kisses along your neck as he held you.

"Mmfmm."

Your voice was going to drive him crazy. If you two weren't in separate chairs right now, you would be able to feel L's prominent erection through his pants. L moves his hands from your waist to the sides of your arms, touching them in a feather-like motion in an attempt to make you feel just as aroused as he is. You sigh desperately at his loving affection.

"You're distracting me from my homework..," you say playfully.

"Good. You've been distracting me all day," L retorts.

An instinctive breathy laugh comes out from you but quickly turns into a pleasured yearn. L takes this as an invitation to turn your chair around.

"Sit in my lap."

"Um..."

"I don't want to hear the excuse that you're too heavy. I insist."

L's look of lust and need makes it apparent that he's aching for this. You oblige his request and rest yourself on his lap, trying not to put your whole weight down. L places his hands on your hips, though, and pulls you down. You underestimated his strength sometimes, because of how light he is.

L initiates a deep, romantic, and passionate kiss. His lips embrace yours tenderly, yet full of yearning. You grind your hips along his crotch, feeling his very obvious boner, which causes a spike of arousal in your pussy.

The kisses between the two of you quickly become much more heated. L slips his tongue to search for an entrance, and you allow him to explore yours as he gropes your breasts, though not too rough. L was a very meticulous lover and not very aggressive. No one would've been able to tell that he's a very tender, sweet, and loving boy. He only let you see that side of him.

He tweaks your left nipple through your shirt, causing a surprisingly powerful response from you. Sounds of pleasure exit your mouth and you hold onto your boyfriend close for comfort. He continues to run his thumb along your sensitive bud, and makes sure to begin to give the other just as much attention.

"Aaahh~"

"Hmm..does this feel good, my love?"

"Y-yes.." you whine.

L continues his treatment as he kisses you. He then removes his hands, which makes you somewhat disappointed, but he proceeds to pull your shirt over your head. He looks at you unapologetically and is unable to help raising his pointer finger to his lip as he gandered at you. You were so beautiful, so perfect for him. Just for him.

His face was dusted a light pink, evident that he was aroused. Though, the continuously growing and grinding of his boner made that much more obvious. L continues to care for your tits, leaning in to suck on your right nipple as he played with your left with his finger. The reactions you gave him was enough to make him go absolutely mad.

You gasp and moan, a bit embarrassed by his fixation on your chest, though it wasn't exactly a bother. It felt very good, as you were quite sensitive there.

You tug at the back of L's shirt, attempting to pull it over his head. He removes his latch on your breasts and allows you to take it off. He shuddered a bit at the cold air against his bare skin, but when you press your own nude torso against his, he feels a sense of warmth and comfort.

The kisses continue, and you begin rocking your pussy on L's groin, causing a grunt to exhale from his mouth. Your crotch moves directly up his shaft from what you can tell through the fabric, and L's hold on you tightens. You lower your head to kiss the nape of his neck, teasing up to the most sensitive spot that you're aware of.

"Ah..Y/N...."

"Mmm," you hum against the kiss on his neck as you simultaneously tease his bulge.

"Y/N..it hurts.."

You look up, scared that you did something wrong.

"What does?"

"My..my penis. It aches, I want it out." L sounds entirely desperate at this point, as his words are becoming jumbled. It made you so horny that you were allowed the privilege of observing him in this manner.

You raise yourself from his lap, which draws out a whine from L, that indicates his need for you. You lower yourself down on your knees in front of him. You realize that the chair he is in is too tall for you to do anything, so you crank the setting so that the chair lowers. When it does you unbutton L's pants and drag them off of him. All that remained was his underwear, that had a wet spot forming along the tip of his cock. It looked so tight around his boxers that you were sure it was somehow painful.

Wrapping your fingers around the hem of his underwear, you pull them down and watch as his cock springs out. It was a little funny, but you held back the laugh in case it made him insecure. You take his pretty cock in your hands and begin stroking it.

"Aah..love.."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes..but, please, I...I need you."

"Hm?"

"I know what you want to do to me but...I need you. To be inside of you. If you do that, I'll cum too fast and won't be able to penetrate you later."

"I thought I'd help you out with my mouth."

"I know, darling, but I can't wait."

You smile, flattered by his desire for you. You supposed a blowjob would have to wait for another time. Standing up, you leaned closer to kiss him again, and he practically pulled you into his embrace. While he cups your face with one hand, he finds his way to the button of your shorts with only his one hand. He was skilled like that. L pulls your shorts down your legs and is taken aback by how wet you were. He couldn't bare to not touch you.

His diligent fingers grazed your pussy, teasing it in a back-and-forth manner, causing you to whimper. He circled two fingers around your clit lightly, drawing the most pretty sounds from you. His cock was leaking from how seductive you were. Arching your back for him, pushing your pussy into his touch to encourage him to be rougher. He then stands up to place you on top of his desk, and he knelt before you.

L passionately places kisses along your inner thighs and proceeds to the outer labia of your pussy, neglecting your starving clitoris.

"L...please.."

"What's that, love?"

"Please..my.."

"Your what?"

URG. He was such a tease, and he most certainly did it on purpose.

"Please, my clit," you whine desperately.

"Of course, love. Who am I to deny you of that?"

Then, just as you had wanted, L wraps his tongue and lips around your clitoris and sucks it with eagerness. He was so perfect at what he did. L knew all of your sensitive spots, and how to touch you in such a way that makes you absolutely crazy. Your clit continues to be pulled by L's skilled lips, and he proceeds to flick his tongue up and down it.

"AaAH!"

"That's it baby, make all the sounds you need to."

L attacks your clit with his mouth some more, and his gentle demeanor dissolves as he doesn't hesitate to bring you to complete ecstasy. He was determined to make you cum all over his face. His sucks and licks become aggressive, almost overwhelmingly pleasurable. You weren't going to last much longer.

"L-I'm.."

"I know, love. You can do it for me, I know you can."

"MMfmH! Aaa~" and in a matter of 3 seconds, you clit spasms and slick fluid gushes out of your pussy, drenching L's face in your cum. Both of your breaths are heavy, and L briefly observes your pussy twitching. He reaches over to his pants and wipes your arousal off of his face.

L hovers above you, looking you in the eyes, to which you avert your gaze. It isn't that you didn't love looking at him, you were just bad with eye contact. He gently tilts your face to look at him, not so much as to force you to look at him, but because he wanted to see your facial expressions.

"I want you, Y/N..I want to fuck you so bad."

"You can. I want you to.."

He kisses the side of your neck and grabs your thighs to lift your legs, giving him full access to your pussy. He lines himself up to your entrance and sinks himself inside. The both of you are immediately struck with pleasure at the contact.

L thrusts at a moderate pace, making sure he figures out the perfect angle to hit your g-spot. It doesn't take him long at all, as you are moaning in complete pleasure, causing him to become entirely engrossed in arousal. L can't help but to quicken his pace, fucking you passionately as he kisses you. He watches your face intently, discerning what makes you quiver the most, but also just for his own personal amusement.

Seeing you like this. Completely cocksick for him and needy. Your warm, wet, soft, and tight walls drive him beyond enjoyment. Your face as he thrusts in you perfectly, the way you furrow your eyebrows and part your lips is so alluring and beautiful. It makes him addicted to you.

"I love you.." L mumbles.

You grip your arms around his shoulders and allow him to thrust deeper. "I love you too."

L holds you tight, fucking you carnally. Right now, he needs to cum inside of you, to claim you as his own lover. No one else but him can feel how gooey you are and see how vulnerable you become from his attention.

Your tight walls clench and he knows that he's not going to last much longer. He can feel the initiation of an orgasm coming, and he buries his face into your neck.

"Y/N...I'm going to cum.."

"Cum in me.."

You didn't have to tell him twice. With a few more fast thrusts, L finishes by bucking inside of you and cumming deep in you. Surely his seed was entering your womb. It's a good thing you're on birth control.

"Awh..darling, you're.."L's breath is heavy, "you're perfect. I love you so much."

"I love you..I love you more than I could ever tell you."

"Is that so?" L teases.

"Yes," you giggle.

"Hm..well, perhaps we should clean up. I'm sure Watari isn't going to want to take care of all of this."

"Yea, haha. You're right."

L kisses your forehead tenderly, and you both get dressed and clean up the mess you two made.

Lucky for L, he got just what he wanted.

#l lawliet smut #l lawliet #l lawliet x reader

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distressed-devilsitter · 1 year ago

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Obey me! Period Headcannons

Wrote this at 2am the other day, waiting for the motrin to kick in. Enjoy!

TW: Gender neutral mc who has periods. Descriptions of blood, pain, and the reproductive system. Light vomit warning in Asmo's part.

As always, minors DNI 🔞.

Lucifer

Of course Lucifer knows what a period is. He was there when father designed humans, after all.

Periods, however, were not his idea.

Sadly, Lucifer was out voted when it came to designing the human reproductive system. Michael said something along the lines of "sin" and "punishment" but Lucifer had stopped listening at that point.

When Lucifer is informed that the exchange student menstruates, he pulls out all the stops.

The House of Lamentation is fully stocked with every period product imaginable. Pads, tampons, diva cups...

Lucifer's goal is to make your stay in the Devildom as comfortable as possible.

Lucifer deeply cares for you, but he's not great with emotions. If you have mood swings or, Diavolo forbid, cry, he'll cave to any demand.

7/10, he'll get you whatever you want on your period. Just pout a bit and he's yours.

Mammon

A w h a t

You have to sit Mammon down with an encyclopedia, several diagrams - the works. Mammon might have been around when Lucifer and father created humans, but that doesn't mean he was paying attention.

He has so many questions. This happens every month? There are cramps? It can be different colors? Indulge him, mc, he wants to learn!

Mammon becomes very concerned if you're in pain while menstruating. He'll push motrin into your hands and give you his heating pad.

From that moment on, Mammon keeps spare pads and ibuprofen in his bag. He'll give them out to anyone who needs it.

Wings? Extra long? Super absorbent? Whatever you need, Mammon is your guy!

10/10, we all need a Mammon in our lives.

Levi

His knowledge of the reproductive system comes entirely from anime.

While some shows are excellent at normalizing periods, other have...more questionable content.

As a result, Leviathan has some strange and vaguely outdated notions about periods.

For example, he'll treat you like Nightbringer Satan on the first few days of your period. He's hesitant to approach you, and leaves offerings of chocolate. It would be cute if it wasn't so insulting.

Sit this introvert down and have a heart-to-heart conversation with him. Be honest with how his behavior makes you feel, and he'll change his ways.

If that doesn't work, have him watch episode two of Please Tell Me! Galko-Chan. He'll shape up quickly.

5/10, most likely to believe that it's "that time of the month" whenever you're upset.

Satan

Satan knows what periods are, but his knowledge is purely theoretical. He's never been around a menstruating human before.

He ends up treating you like a science experiment. Depending on how close you are, he'll ask slightly invasive questions. How heavy is your flow today? How are your cramps? Here, MC try this herb, he's done some research and -

Is he feeding off your anger?

Wait. You know that look. It's the one Beel has when he sees food. How Belphie looks before he compells someone to slip into a dark, dreamless slumber.

Feel free to hand him over to Lucifer at this point. He'll hang in the HoL for so long, you'll start to think he's part of the decor.

If you're in a romantic relationship with him? The difference is night and day. He's ready with chocolates, extra pads, motrin...the works!

Either a 0/10 or a 10/10. How he treats you depends on your relationship.

Asmo

Asmodeus has been fucking humans since time immemorial. He knows what a period is and how the human reproductive system works.

He also probably has a few mini-mes running around, but that's neither here nor there.

Look, hun, he loves you, but he's not great with...bodily fluids. He'll pull back your hair if you vomit, but he will complain the entire time.

He's also a sympathy gagger. If you start, it sets him off and nobody wins.

Despite his shortcomings, Asmo will care for you in his own way. This includes copious amounts of skincare (you might feel awful, but he won't let you look awful) and making sure you get eight hours of sleep.

Yes, he'll complain if you stain his sheets (Those were skill, MC! Silk!) but he'll give you a fresh set of pjs and make sure you're comfortable before he does a load of laundry.

5/10, tries his best because he loves you, but is squicked out by the human reproductive system.

Beel

Doesn't know what a period is. Immediate asks if it's edible. (Oh, honey...)

He grimaces when you explain. You have horrible pain and bleed from your nether regions for a week straight? (Briefly, he wonders which angel thought this was an excellent way for humans to reproduce. He knows Lucifer was instrumental in helping father design homosapiens, but this is one idea he can't imagine his brother suggesting.)

By some miracle, Beel finds a period tracking app and downloads it on his phone. He'll keep track of your symptoms and remind you when your cycle is about to start.

Does Beel keep pads/tampons in his backpack in case you need them? Yes. Does he occasionally mistake them for food? Also yes.

He also keeps pain killers in his backpack in case you forget them. If you ask nicely, he'll even share his snacks with you!

Overall, 10/10, a sweet boy who tries hard to make sure you're comfortable.

Belphegor

For all his faults, Belphegor is well read. He knows what a period is but hasn't thought about it much...until he met you.

Another one who's not great with emotions. He loves you, but his first instinct is to out-brat you if your hormones have you on the war path.

He can't stand seeing you in pain. If your cramps are so bad that motrin can't help, he'll use his powers to coax you to sleep.

6/10, most likely to knock you out with his powers and have you sleep through the whole thing.

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nostxlgicrose · 2 years ago

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☆ Star-Shaped Seelie ☆

Genshin Impact Ensemble x Child!Seelie!Reader

Synopsis: You decide to do some experimenting without your family watching. Your little experiments catch some attention, though.

Note: here we go guys, we going straight into it 🏋🏼 oh and by the way, if you want to be added to a taglist for this series, lmk in the asks or through my inbox!! 🫶

Warnings: affection-deprived reader, child reader, seelie reader, PLATONIC relationships, hilichurls, maybe possibly ooc

< Previous Chapter

Chapter 3: Flowers Are Underrated

"Where's Mister Goblin?"

The next few days were a blur as your hilichurl family packed up and began moving away from their home camp. Considering what you had overheard last night, you weren’t surprised to see that you were all on your merry way to a whole other area. You were now camping in a more open field, away from the strange temple…thing.

One morning, though, you were a bit shocked to find that your family of hilichurls had halved in number completely. You noticed Mister Goblin was one of them...even their supplies were considerably shortened compared to last night.

You quickly found out that your sudden move was linked to the visit from that icy abyss mage. You thought the big, scary lawachurl was the leader of all of them. Apparently some tiny bird-looking creature was scarier than him, funnily enough.

You also figured out that Mister Goblin was out in a party of other hilichurls to do something. Maybe they were hunting, or doing a thing the big, scary abyss mage was telling it to do! These were all just guesses, but you supposed you’d see him later today.

But the abyss was no matter to laugh about. Their aura was imposing and dark...just being in their presence was enough to send shivers down your spine. You had a strong feeling that meeting them would cause problems.

"Okay, time to be a big kid now..." You huffed to yourself in determination.

With your hilichurl mask still strapped to your head, you decided to sneak off towards the stone arch you had come from. Your plan was to continue trying to shift between your two forms, and you thought doing it next to the structure would help. Informing the hilichurls of your leave would cause at least one of them to follow you (you never left without company), and you didn't want them finding out about your other form...yet. You still had to be the magical superhero with a secret identity!

That wasn't the only reason, though.

With every passing moment in this world, you felt...different. Thinking upon your past would cause your thoughts to become clouded, as if your brain was trying to hide it from you.

An example was what had happened the day you arrived. When you arrived through the arch, you went to sleep with a fired-up will to go back and bring your cousins in this new world to play. That was always your reaction to new things—you'd want to share them with the two who you saw as siblings you never had.

But when you woke up the next morning, that spark had disappeared. Your first thoughts consisted of how to adjust to this new world, and you only remembered your need to see your cousins later in the day.

Perhaps it was no longer a need anymore, and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. Scared? Confused that your tiny brain was making you forget things?

Even now, you could feel something clawing at your head. Just thinking about it now was already starting to make your head hurt. Your mind was constantly racing with thoughts and questions, but it also felt like it was trying to erase certain things.

And maybe it succeeded, because you couldn't even remember what you were trying to think of earlier.

You floated next to the arch, examining the structure with a squint. You floated through it—nothing. It was just some ruined arch. Just strolling on through didn't take you back home.

You should've been scared. Upset, even. But you weren't. You weren't sure if it just wasn't hitting you yet that you were stuck here, or if you didn't care.

Or maybe you just couldn't remember why you should be terrified.

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts as you looked around. No one was there—you were free to test things out now!

"Day two...operation un-jellify is underway!" You called out confidently, though your words, as per usual, came out in squeaks and chirps. That didn't deter you, though, as you pumped your tiny jelly fists into the air. "...Maybe I shoulda made a plan first."

Nevertheless, you looked around the area for ideas. You tried spinning around, doing tricks in the air...you twirled around you physically couldn't continue, leaving your vision spinning for three minutes straight. You even tried screaming—

Nothing.

You groaned, flopping onto the grass tiredly. You've been trying for so long! Nothing was working, and it's been hours since you've started!

(It's only been five minutes.)

You quickly dragged yourself off the ground, not only because you were ready to try again, but you didn't want something to step on you. Yeah, you were flopped on the ground once before, only for the babychurls to accidentally trample over you as they ran by chasing a crystalfly. Not a great experience.

"I just wanna be a person again!" You teared up, punching your tiny fists against the stone arch despite it doing nothing to the surface. It's not like you were trying to break it, but still...it made your mood a lot worse as you had the sudden urge to see something break at your hands.

Were you being a little overdramatic? Yes, but you were far too upset to care at that point.

“Okay, I gotta focus!” You declared to yourself, trying to push away your frustrations. “You can do this…maybe.”

Clearly, trying to change your form by thoughts alone wasn’t enough. You’ve thought of becoming human multiple times during your stay, and that didn’t change you back. Screaming out transformation words didn’t seem to help either. What else could it have been?

Maybe there was something you needed to…interact with? A magical object?

You looked around the area, floating aimlessly around. You began to drift from the stone arch, and found yourself back at your original home camp near the large temple.

“What a big scary house,” You muttered as you looked up at the stone building, which was glowing an intimidating red. “Wonder who would live in here.”

But the doors wouldn’t budge. You decided to lay off the scary building and explore elsewhere, but there wasn’t really much to see in these ruins.

“Ughhh.” You found yourself floating aimlessly in the air, groaning in frustration. “Maybe I can’t do anything. Am I stuck as a tiny yellow jelly rabbit forever??”

The thought was terrifying. You liked your hands! The ones with five fingers! Your legs were nice to have, too. You just wanted to be able to talk, or something…! You flopped your body onto a nearby stone sculpture, resisting the urge to have a breakdown.

‘Huh, what a weird stone thingy,’ You mused as you wriggled inside the structure, fitting very snugly into the open top. ‘What a comfy space. Maybe I should ask Mister Goblin to bring this back to—‘

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt something shift. Your eyes shot open as you realized that you were no longer feeling the cool, smooth surface of the stone, but rather, you were practically ejected from the comfy statue.

“Hey! That’s not very nice!” You scolded the statue with a frown, only to freeze in realization.

You could…hear yourself talking. Not the strange squeals and babbling, but your voice.

"I-It worked?” You raised your hands up in front of your face, flexing your fingers as you almost cried at the sight. “It worked! I dunno how it happened, but I’m not a jelly anymore!”

You were so excited, that you grabbed ahold of the random boy who appeared out of nowhere’s shoulders and shook him eagerly without thinking straight. "Mister Strange Guy, it worked!!!" You couldn't help but laugh, relieved that you were truly not stuck as a rabbit jelly like you thought.

Wait…there was a stranger?

“WAHHH!” You screamed, jumping back in fright as you hid behind the stone statue. Now that you looked at it, it was pretty small. “Stranger danger…”

The strange boy's wide red eyes stared down at you, blinking curiously. But there was also a bit of concern in them. "...Um…hello. Razor was told there was…a falling star. From the sky."

A falling star? Well, whatever it was, you definitely wanted to see it! Or…maybe he was referring to you. Did he see you try to plunge like a meteor down to the ground earlier? Whoops.

"Oh..." You smiled nervously, trying to think of an excuse. It didn't help that you were trying to get used to talking again, after days of talking to yourself due to the language barrier. And on top of that, you were just realizing that there were indeed other humans here in this world. "Ehm...I don’t know what you’re talking about! No falling stars. That sounds really cool though!"

Maybe you were just really lucky today, because he bought it and nodded slowly in understanding. The boy—Razor, you recalled, then tilted his head to the side. His messy gray hair fell across his face, and you idly wondered how it’d be like to brush through it. If you looked closely, you could probably see a question mark appear above his head. "...Oh. I see. But…why are you here?”

Scratching your cheek, you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. “I just wanted to explore…and…I was looking for a place to sleep. Yes.”

“Out here?” The boy looked concerned as he looked at you. “Not safe…for little child. I will help.”

"Heyy, I can—wait, help? You mean help me??"

"Yes," He nodded slowly. "I have iron claws and teeth of thunder. I protect you."

You gasped, looking at him with stars in your eyes. "Iron claws and teeth of thunder?! So cool! But I don't need protecting, Mister Razor. I can take care of myself very well!"

As if on cue, a small hydro slime popped out of the ground. You shrieked, practically crawling over the boy's shoulder to hide behind him. "I-It's a water jelly!"

The boy watched in confusion as he looked over his shoulder, seeing you look back up at him with comical tears streaming down your face. He patted your head reassuringly before turning to the slime, where he merely gazed at with an electrifying glare.

...And then he stabbed the slime with his claymore—wait, where did he pull that out from?

"Oh." You stared blankly at where the slime once stood, before looking up at the boy. "Umm...I was just...testing you. Yes. A test."

Instead of seeing right through you like you anticipated, Razor stared at you expectantly. You swore you also saw a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. "...Did Razor pass?"

Your nervous expression melted into a grin, giggling as you patted his shoulder. "Yes, Mister Razor! You did!"

A pleased smile appeared on his face as he looked accomplished. He didn't say anything, but his aura seemed a lot happier now. He was like a cute little puppy who had just gotten a treat.

"Well, thank you for saving me, Mister Razor!" You hummed, before turning around and beginning to march off. "But I gotta go now! See ya!"

"Wait!" The boy called out, quickly running to stand in front of you as his lips were curled into a frown. "Stay. Cannot...protect yourself."

You spluttered, huffing as you crossed your arms. "But I...oh."

Right...the slimes. You didn't want to deal with those terrifying jelly things that were almost half the size of you. And with all things considered, you really didn't know what else lurked out there. Your hilichurl family was very insistent on keeping you where they could see you, which wasn't exactly a big range.

Though reluctant, you decided it was best to stay with him for now as you sighed with a nod. "Okay, fine. I'll stay with Mister Razor, but I have to go home before it gets dark!"

The boy perks up, before nodding in agreement. "Okay."

"Good!" You clapped your hands together, before placing them on your hips. "Alright, Mister Razor, guess we're friends now! And since we're friends—oh! My name is [y/n]!" You introduced yourself quickly.

"[y/n]," He hummed, before placing a hand on his chest. "I am Razor. The wolves are my Lupical. My family."

As you two began to walk towards the forest—Wolvendom, you learned it was called—you looked curious at his revelation as you'd never heard of such a thing before. "Really? You're related to wolves!?"

"Yes," He smiled. "They raised me. We live together."

"Woah. So cool!" You looked up at him excitedly, clasping your hands together. "Can I meet your family? I wanna see!"

“You…want to meet my Lupical?” He tilted his head to the side, a look of surprise appearing on his scarred face.

“Mhm! Pleaseee?”

You thought he’d shut down the idea as fast as it came, but instead, he considered the request thoughtfully. “My family is out. To hunt. When Lupical gets back, you can…say hello.”

‘Well, it wasn’t a no…’ You thought to yourself as you beamed, nodding. “Okay!”

With a pep in your step, you walked ahead as you became distracted by…various things. You stumbled upon a cool-looking blue flower, while Razor watched as you picked some up, and then…put it in your mouth?

Did you eat these sorts of things? He’s tried eating them before, too. He didn’t like it. He wondered if you did.

In reality, you were just trying to see if you would be able to absorb the little blue flower in your current form. You held it to your stomach, but it didn’t seem to work. So you thought, maybe the next best thing would be to eat it.

The flower had a tinge of sweetness to it as you munched down. It was only a bit though, so there was nothing special about it. As soon as you swallowed it, you sat there for a moment. Then another.

And then you felt it. The burst of energy that tickled your stomach after it went down, just like how it’d feel when you absorbed something. It must mean something, you were sure, but you just…didn’t know what exactly it was.

“I should eat all the pretty plants.”

You joined Razor back on the trail, but now you were practically eating anything you saw in sight. Whether it be another one of those blue flowers, or the tall mint leaves, or even those yellow sweet flowers you remembered from before (those were your favourites), you ate them all.

Razor was amazed to see you run around, stuffing your face like the forest was a whole buffet. Did children like eating plants? He mostly ate meat, but he did have the occasional vegetable (ahem, potatoes). Still…he knew most kids turned their noses at the sight of them.

Another thing he noticed about you was that you were glowing. Not so much that it was noticeable, but it was there. Faint. Maybe it was because it was bright outside? You seemed really shiny to him.

He also noticed the little rabbit ears above your head. They felt like jelly when he touched them. When he first saw you, he thought you were a bunny. You didn’t exactly smell like one though, so he ruled that out.

Then again, you didn’t smell like anything. You didn’t smell like an animal, but you didn’t smell like a human either. The only thing he really smelled on you was the wildflowers you were shoving in your mouth like it was your last day on Teyvat.

The rest of the walk was uneventful. The boy was rather quiet in nature, finding trouble in speaking due to his isolation from socialization. He tended to stick with his wolf family because of this, as being around others forced him to speak more than he was comfortable with.

This tiny, glowing child in front of him didn’t seem to mind that, though.

You were talkative in nature, he picked up on that when you babbled on and on about achieving something from sleeping (he still didn’t understand why). But he noticed your constant conversation was more so you ranting on and on about the most random things, without prompting him to answer any of them.

Of course, you did ask him a few questions…like the names of certain flowers, or about his Lupical. But it didn’t go any farther than that. He didn’t feel like he was being interrogated. You seemed to be content with him listening along to your mindless chatter.

He appreciated it. Whether it was intentional or not.

“Razorrr,” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, as he tilted his head at you. “Where are we going? We’ve been walking around in circles.”

“Oh.” He stops in his tracks, looking around. It seemed he got distracted. “...Sorry.”

You only smiled, patting his arm reassuringly as you looked up at him. “It’s okay, Mister Razor. Hey, I have an idea! Let’s play hide-and-seek! I hide, and you seek!”

He raises an eyebrow, frowning slightly. “...Hide-and-seek?”

“Gasp…Mister Razor, don’t tell me you’ve never played hide-and-seek before!” Your hand flew to your open mouth in shock, before shaking your head. “That’s not good! That means we absolutely have to play now!”

Despite his confusion, you walked him through the game step by step. It wasn’t that hard anyways, given the simplicity of the game’s objective, but you were unsure if he’d understand it. Mostly because you tend to ramble when you explain things, overdoing it and making it a lot more complicated than it really is.

But to your surprise, he nodded in understanding once you finished. “Okay. Razor understands.”

“Good!” You clapped happily. Well, if he got it, who were you to question it? “Now, count to ten…really slowly! Don’t peekkk,” You reminded him as he closed his eyes, and you immediately ran off to look for a hiding spot.

You knew not to run too far. You didn’t want to get lost, but you also just didn’t want to make it too difficult for your new friend’s first game.

As you looked around for a hiding spot, you looked up at one of the trees. Eyeing the indents in the tree, you wondered if you could…

Turning back to look at Razor, you saw that he was covering his eyes in the distance. You then looked back up at the tree, before launching yourself at the trunk.

With little time to spare, you did your best to climb yourself up onto the tree, where you settled on the lower branches comfortably with your back pressed up against the trunk. You got comfortable before looking down, holding back your giggles so you wouldn’t give away your location.

Suddenly, you heard rustling down below. The boy was running around, and you had to stop yourself from making any sounds as you watched him turn over a rock as if you were underneath it. You did notice that his nose was twitching a bit, as if he were trying to sniff you out. Which did make sense, but hey! Wasn’t that cheating?

Nevertheless, you kept quiet. He didn’t look like he was onto you, and you watched him pass by beneath you multiple times. There wasn’t any way that you’d—

“Found you!” You screamed when you heard a voice from behind, and your physical reaction almost made you fall straight out of the tree. Panic flashed onto Razor’s face for a brief moment, as his hand shot out to catch you by the poncho instinctively. “...You okay?”

“...Yep,” You held a thumbs up, before your smile melted into a pout. “But hey, you found me! Was it too easy?”

The boy smiled, nodding in confirmation. He was really just following your scent. He just got a little confused for a second, thinking you were on the ground. He just had to look up and see the faint glow from above.

“Aw, man. Guess I gotta find a better hiding spot!” You huffed, before poking the boy’s cheek gently. “Alright, Mister Razor! It’s your turn to hide!”

Razor’s eyes sparkled as he nodded eagerly, and the moment you blinked, he disappeared from sight. He seemed rather excited… “Wowie! That was fast! He must be super good at tag….”

You should definitely teach him more games later. Then you’d be able to play together! It’s been way too long since you’ve interacted with someone…in your human form, no less. You were excited.

After ten excruciatingly long seconds (it was only fair you gave him some time…you may have peeped just a tiny bit though), you finally hopped off the tree branch and started looking. You didn’t have Razor’s keen sense of smell, but you were good at seeking! You’d easily find your friends when playing, so finding the wolf boy would be a breeze.

You ran around looking up into the trees, staring into bushes and…okay, maybe you got a tiny bit distracted eating flowers when you found them, but you were still focused!

A quiet rustle caught your attention, and you whirled around to look for the source. There were bushes all around, but you squinted at one that moved a little too suspiciously for it to just be caused by the wind. You slowly snuck up to the bush.

Upon closer inspection, you noticed a spike of gray hair popping out from the green leaves.

“Boo!” You suddenly shouted as you pounced onto the shrub, giggling when you heard a startled yelp. “Mister Razor, I got you!”

The said boy finally popped his head out from the top of the bush, shaking his head to clear his hair of the small twigs and leaves that were strewn into the strands. He rubbed his head and glanced at you, before breaking out into a smile. “…Fun. Hide-and-seek is fun. Like hunting.”

You tilted your head, trying to piece the two together to see the similarities. Huh…now that you thought about it, hide-and-seek really was sorta like hunting. Except no one dies. “Oh, right! I see it now!”

The next words would die on your tongue as you looked up, seeing the sun high up in the sky. But it was now nearing the horizon, meaning it was a bit past the afternoon…but all you knew was that you should probably get back before your hilichurl friends began searching for you. “Okay Mister Razor, that was really fun! But I gotta go now. Mitamomma is gonna scold me if they find me alll the way out here?”

“…Mitamomma?”

“Mhm! So I’ll see you later!”

“Wait! But…you will be okay?” Razor stared down at you with worry, unsure if he should really let you wander off after the slime incident. “I can…come with you.”

“Uuhh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You laughed nervously as you recalled how…protective they were sometimes. One time, you tried introducing the new boar friend you made. You came into camp sitting on its back, explaining in incoherent squeaks that you made a friend after you shared a sweet flower with it. The hilichurls were not as welcoming as you thought they’d be, but they tolerated it as you fell asleep with your friendly boar that night.

…The next morning, it disappeared. Your family shrugged when you tried to ask, while some would even point into the distance, as if they were trying to say it ran away.

You were very sad about this, no doubt. But to cheer you up, they made you soup. The soup that day was really good.

They wouldn’t tell you what the secret ingredient was, though..

To this day, you made the assumption that they chased it away. Your boar friend was really happy with you, so there was no other possible explanation! You hoped it was doing well in life. Maybe it went back to it’s boar wife and children. Now that you thought about it, their protectiveness felt more like jealousy…because it wasn’t like the boar was trying to eat you or anything. At least, you hoped it wasn’t.

“Oh…okay,” Razor deflated at your rejection, his eyes casted down to the ground. “Will…Razor see you again?”

“Of course I will!” You giggled, patting his arm with a silly smile. “I’ll come to visit! You live in Wolfing-tom, right?”

He didn’t catch the way you completely botched the name. “Yes!”

“Then I’ll come back tomorrow to play again! I promise.” You held out your pinky, tilting your head to the side.

The wolf boy mimicked your actions, looking a little confused. “Um…”

“It’s a pinky promise!” You exclaimed, waving your pinky up at him. “Here, I’ll show you. Stick out your pinky like this, and…”

You grabbed his hand and brought it closer to yours, before linking your pinky fingers together. “There! A pinky promise! Now I can’t break it, or else my pinky will break!”

“W—What?!”

“Don’t worry Mister Razor, I’ll keep my promise!” You waved before running off, heading back towards your home. “I’ll see you tomorrow! Byebyeee!”

Although he remained surprised by your rather morbid words, he waved back at your retreating form. As you slowly became a simple dot in the distance, he turned back to walk into the forest with a nearly excited smile.

He just couldn’t wait to tell his Lupical all about you.

Note: hope this was okay! this series has been fun to write about so far ^^

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pappydaddy · 1 year ago

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pesky hair (j.m.)

a/n: this title sucks, i am sorry, i had nothing! reminder! i am testing out a new format, idk if i like it yet

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

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synopsis: jj recounts the most memorable times he did something about y/n's pesky hair

warnings: fluff | fluff | fluff | descriptive appearance (tried to be as vague as possible)

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Y/N had a love-hate relationship with her hair. Cute cut that’s low maintenance to style - love! Being able to let her hair air dry after a long day of swimming - love! The very, very infrequent bed head monstrosity - love! When her hair just won’t go up in a claw clip properly - hate. When her bangs wouldn’t dry right so now she’s stuck with weirdly shaped bangs - hate. The times when she can’t wash her hair on the proper hair wash day and her hair starts to morph into little mats and tangles - hate. Those little strands of hair that just keep falling out of place and getting into her face - triple, no, quadruple; no, infinitely hate. Actually, she loathes it and it makes her want to chop off all the hair on her head despite the fact that she absolutely adores it. She was truly blessed with great hair - a miracle many people envied.

JJ has learned this throughout their long friendship turned romantic relationship. He actually learned this way back in middle school when he noticed her starting to wear headbands all the time. Of course, he had to figure out why she kept pushing her hair back when he knew she loved her hair. Now he realises that the reason he knew she loved her hair and noticed she was suddenly really into headbands was because he was head over heels for the girl who lived beside his best friend.

Since the day he learned it bugged her, he had dreamed of taking the hair and brushing it behind her ear while she talked (so enthralled in her conversation) like he sometimes saw her do. While they were close in their friendship, there was a level of intimacy to the action that crossed the “just friendly” boundary and JJ would shit himself if he knew she knew how he felt for her. Because how would someone like her ever love someone such as JJ Maybank?

The first time JJ actually did it was completely involuntary. Autonomic if you will. It was a few months into their relationship. It was all flushed faces, shy glances across the room as they hung out with the other Pogues, and awkward touches until they fit together like perfectly matched puzzle pieces. They were alone outside of John B’s. The rest of the Pogues having retired into the house for the night.

The only light coming from the moon, the stars, the dim fire in front of them, and the fireflies dancing around the air. Y/N was talking about her favourite show, talking fast and adamantly about the theories, how things connect to each other, and her opinions on everything. JJ had to be honest, he was not retaining any of it. He was too captivated by how pretty she looked right then and there. With the excitement in her eyes, the way her hands flew through the air as she explained everything. The way she would cut herself off as she was explaining one thing and start explaining another thing because she suddenly remembered it. And then he saw it. The slight, aggressive flick of her head trying to get that annoying stand of hair out of her face and the daydreams started.

He tried to ignore them as he started to try to take in some of the information she was giving him, but he could see the frustration start to build in her as she resorted to blowing at the hair in between words. At first, he thought he had imagined reaching out, his fingers lightly brushing against her cheek as he gingerly tucked the strand behind her ear. He had assumed he had imagined it because that has been what he’s done for the past six years. But the way her rant was suddenly cut off by her own shock made him realise that he did not imagine it.

Instantly, his own face dropped, his heart dropping to his ass along with it. A raging blush overcame both their faces as they stared at each other, wide eyed and completely short-circuiting. But soon, once the shock wore off and the sparks beneath their skin from where they touched subsided, they fell back into place - this time much closer (physically and emotionally).

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The second time was smoother if you asked JJ. This was almost a year into their relationship. Intimacy was at an all time high. Butterflies still swirled in the stomach, but the awkward phase had released its grasp on them. Blushes still adorned their cheeks and the L-word was on the tips of their tongues.

It was midsomers, she was invited by Sarah and Kie invited Cleo while the boys found work at the party. It was supposed to be a girls night, but JJ convinced the boys to find jobs “just in case those Kooks try to pull a fast one on our girls” he had claimed. They already knew that he just wanted to see Y/N all pretty in her dress under the dim lighting of the outdoor festivities.

JJ’s shift as bar back had ended since he set up the bar meaning the second bar back was tasked with cleaning it up. For the most part, the party was over, but Y/N still sat at one of the tables. Moonlight and fairy lights illuminating her as she sipped at what was left of her wine. “This seat taken?” He had asked flirtatiously, earning a tipsy giggle from her.

“Well, I was hoping my boyfriend would be along soon, but I guess it’s free.” She waved a dismissive hand at the chair with a smothered giggle slipping past her lipstick-covered lips.

JJ pulled the seat out from the table, scooting it impossibly close to Y/N’s before sitting in it, happy to finally get off his feet. They were throbbing in the damn dress shoes and his suit was too tight and constricting, but being able to see her having fun tonight and dancing was all worth it. “That boyfriend of yours must be awfully lucky to manage to have a girl like you like him.”

She hummed in fake thought. “Actually, I think I’m the lucky one,” She admitted, leaning towards him. Getting the hint, JJ also leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips sweetly. She hummed against his lips, melting against him the best she could in two separate chairs. “I am so tired.” She declared.

“I’d say,” JJ snorted endearingly. “I think you and Sarah spent most of the night dancing and consumed a half a bottle of champagne each.” He recounted the night. Luckily, he kept track of how much they were drinking so he knew what type of tipsy he was dealing with.

“We had fun, shut up.” She pouted, tipsily hitting his chest in fake hurt. His chest shook under her hand as he laughed at her. Looking at her, smudged and faded lipstick mostly staying on her lips, her eyes heavy but so bright and wide at the sametime. Her voice was light but slightly louder than normal. But what got JJ was her hair. Once perfectly styled into some complicated half-up half-down updo with “face framing” (whatever that meant, JJ had no idea but he loved it), now the curls had mostly fallen out and instead of a few strands of hair in her face, most of her hair was loose.

Watching her nose twitch as her pesky stranglers that slipped out of her updo tickled her cheek, he reached his hand up, fingers lightly brushing against her warm cheekbone (from the alcohol induced flush). Enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under his fingertips for a moment, he continued to tuck the annoying hair behind her ear. Her glossy eyes looked up into his, swimming with affection. “I know you did, Bub. Let’s get you to bed so you can rest from you fun night.”

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The third time was by far JJ’s favourite. She was sitting there in front of him in the darkened room, candles surrounding them, illuminating them and the room in a dim glow. Both of them were tired but buzzing at the same time. In the candle light, he could see the white gown she wore, a figure of beauty. The centre of attention for the whole day not just because she was the bride.

“What do you say, Mr. Maybank,” She whispered, her eyes dancing with mischief. JJ didn’t say anything, knowing she had more to say. Instead, he just looked at her with nothing but admiration and love within his blue eyes. Her makeup was worn off for the most part, mascara flaked, lipstick rubbed off (mostly by his own lips), and her foundation slightly caked from all the celebrations at the reception. “Feel any different?” She asked with a lift of her eyebrow, a smile tugging at one corner of her lips.

His own smile took over as he lifted his hand. Her eyes fluttered closed, already anticipating his touch, leaning her cheek closer to his hand to meet him. She let out a little content sigh when she felt his fingertips brush her cheekbone, tucking the hair behind her ear before settling along her jawline. Warmth filled her heart, so overwhelming that she nuzzled her cheek further into his hand, trying to express how much she loved it.

“Even more in love with you, Mrs. Maybank.” He whispered, leaning towards her face until his lips met hers in a sweet, passionate, and long kiss. One that made Y/N’s inner school girl giggle and kick her feet in the air as if she were reading one of her cheesy teen romance novels that she loved so much back then.

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peachywritess · 2 years ago

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Unmei | OT7

bangtan (OT7) x fem!reader

01 - what i need...

☁️ unmei – 運命 (うんめい): a noun meaning 'fate' or 'destiny' in Japanese. ☁️ genre: royal!AU, OT7!AU, reincarnation!AU ; smut (eventually), angst. ☁️ Unmei will deal with very delicate and quite dark themes, so please if you are a minor, DO NOT interact. I will always put a trigger warning at the start of every chapter, so if you feel unconfortable DO NOT read. ☁️ ☁️ author's note: hello lovelies, author here! "unmei" has been in my head for a while, and i kept thinking about shaping my thoughts into words; i do realise that this story, per se, is quite ambitious but i really hope you will enjoy reading it. ☁️ chapter's TW: panick attack, mentions of death (side character). ☁️ word count: 3,5k

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! disclaimer - This story is a work of fiction. I do not own BTS and the description of them in this story does not want to reflect nor portray them in real life.

Crystal chandeliers, shining glasses of the finest wine, and chords intoning classical melodies. Fingers intertwining as gowns kept swaying, strangers chattering about politics, war, and sometimes about passions, literature, and secrets…

Overly-dressed up women, whose make-up was classy and whose voices were soft, whispered into each other’s ears as young men passed by.

The high society, the aristocracy - the world you were fated to be born in and to live in.

The corset you wore was too tight on your abdomen since you could not eat more of the cake. You always finished dessert - and the sponge cake had strawberries inside, so this was very unlike you. You were sitting down - back straight and shoulders relaxed as your mother had taught you - while the other young women danced in the hall. You could also see your father talking to another short, long-bearded man, and you had hoped the topic was indeed not you.

That was the first, and probably the last, time you had agreed to accompany your father to a Grand Ball; he perfectly knew you didn’t fancy celebrations or big events, but he had insisted so much over the past month your mother had begged you to go with him.

“Just this once, darling. You know how men are, especially your Father!”

You had convinced yourself it was part of her plan to finally get rid of him for a night. Even the Queens needed a day off, and you were aware of your father’s antics: the King was really needy, and loved being taken care of… Just like a boy.

Nevertheless, you could no longer lie to yourself: you strongly suspected something else had led your father to this event. You had just turned twenty-one years old, so you were still too young to marry, weren’t you?

A few months before your birthday, your father had requested to speak to you about an important topic concerning the crown, and you knew that he wished for you to find a man to marry, so that you could inherit his place on the throne. However, as soon as the word arranged left his lips, you had already stormed off. You were not going to spend the rest of your days with someone you barely knew, and didn’t like.

After that discussion. your father never brought up the matter publicly, but you perfectly knew he had already informed your mother about it. To you, it wasn’t fair: they had married for love, and not for the crown. Their marriage was not decided by someone else aside from them, so you thought you deserved the same treatment they got when they were young.

What your father did not know was that you already loved someone. You knew that if he ever found out about your relationship, he would be furious, but since your teenage years, you had become cunning and knew how to lie.

Knowing how to lie and avoiding getting caught were two plus points, especially for a princess whose life got constantly suffocated by people who wanted to pry into your privacy. Not that you had one, of course.

Kim Taehyung. He was your bodyguard, the person you trusted most in the world. Just imagining his face sent shivers down your spine, certainly not with a negative implication. From the first day your father introduced you to him when you were only sixteen, you had fallen head over heels for him.

For most of your time together, your love had remained hidden, mainly because, in front of everyone's eyes, Taehyung remained formal and silent. However, when you were alone together - although it happened rarely - he revealed his true colourful identity: he talked about art, how much he loved to paint and how you, in his eyes, were the perfect subject to depict.

"If only I could, I would paint you. That way, even when we are far apart, I would be able to admire you as many times as I want."

Taehyung was an extremely gifted and articulate speaker. He always used the perfect words for every situation, and his voice, so deep it made your heart flutter, made it easy for him.

Maybe it was the way he squinted his eyes every time he laughed or the way his gaze was always focused on you. But you knew you loved him.

What you didn't know, however, was whether he loved you.

You sharply inhaled, moving the remaining piece of cake with the silver fork, debating whether to eat it and feel sick or leave it there.

“Is this not to your liking?”

A male voice suddenly awoke you from your thoughts, and you turned your head in order to connect it to a face. Your heart skipped a beat when you finally saw him: he was beautiful, really. And not the kind of beauty that intoxicates you, that weighs you down, but a beauty so delicate that it leaves you speechless for a moment.

“I hate it.”

You replied, batting your eyelashes repeatedly, as it would have been impolite not to answer him immediately. A proper young lady never stutters - you could hear your mother’s stern tone in your head.

Instantly, you noticed his dark-brown eyes, and you swore you could lose yourself in them.

His full lips curved into a heart-shaped smile - different from the ones you were used to seeing, those fake, mechanical laughs - and his eyes shrank to pretty half-moons.

“The Ball, or the cake?”

His question was innocent, yet you could hint at a spark of curiosity in his gaze. You took a brief moment to admire him: his dark hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a slightly unbuttoned white silk shirt and black trousers that seemed to fit him a little tight.

He did not let you answer, allowing himself to sit by your side without asking any permission. You were breathless for seconds that seemed to last almost too long as his hand gently grasped your wrist, with such delicacy that you seemed not to feel his touch.

His fingertips squeezed lightly, until he brought the back of your hand to his rosy lips, but without making any contact with your skin.

The only contact that never ceased, however, was that of his eyes on you. Your ears seemed to stop hearing the music and the room all around seemed to have emptied out completely as the man in front of you consumed you with his eyes.

“Jimin, Park Jimin.” He announced, and his name echoed into your head. “It is an honour to finally make your acquaintance, Princess.”

“You already knew who I was.”

You let go of your grip on your fork with the hand you still had free, before making a brief bow as you lowered your gaze.

“Oh no, Princess. I ask you not to bow to me."

You furrowed an eyebrow before a small smile appeared on your lips. You knew it was rude to smile like that, but his words reminded you of a quote in a book which your mother read to you as a child.

"You remind me of someone." You murmured, retracting the hand Jimin still held close to his lips. Thus, you remembered the gesture and your cheeks blushed.

"Someone you like?"

Your smile became bigger, but you tried hard to hide it by bringing a hand towards your lips.

"Park Jimin, did you by any chance come here to court me?"

"Would that be considered a sin, Princess?"

The air in the hall became strangely heavier. Either the presence of that unknown prince had caused a strange effect on you, or the corset was really so tight that it took your breath away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you glanced at your father who - at the same moment - looked in your direction, pointing at you with open arms.

"My daughter! My beloved child, she always precedes me in everything!"

He pronounced this aloud and, as his timbre was very deep, the words were heard by many in the audience. The man next to your father, the one he had been talking to all evening, stood a few steps behind him as they both approached the table.

"King Park, this is my beautiful daughter, Y/N." He gave the man a resounding pat on the shoulder as soon as he was close enough. "And I guess this young man is your son, Jimin."

You remained in complete silence as your eyes moved between the two men. You were confused by the situation, yet when you turned to Jimin, he did not have the same expression. He seemed... relieved, by their presence.

"It is an honour, Your Highness. I was fortunate enough to meet your daughter before the appointed meeting, I hope it is not an inconvenience."

Appointed meeting, those words echoed in your mind.

"Of course not, why should it be? That is something to celebrate!"

Still sitting far too composedly, you watched them talk as though you were not there to hear them. You felt like a ghost trying to participate in a conversation,

You parted your lips slightly, attempting to speak.

However, the dark blond-haired boy next to you interrupted your attempt. His voice was calm, and the words he used were always well thought out as if he had studied a script.

"I would be grateful, Your Highness, if you would allow me to ask your daughter for a dance."

As he said this, you couldn't help but keep your eyes locked on him. His attitude was certainly that of a prince, but there was something about him - something extremely mysterious - that you still couldn't pick up on.

"I-"

The words came out of your mouth automatically, but you still had so many questions on the tip of your tongue that remained unanswered.

"But, of course, Prince Jimin. Y/N would be pleased, wouldn't you, my daughter?"

No, you were definitely not pleased. At that very moment, you just wanted to run away. Like a lost puppy, you looked for a familiar face in the surrounding hall hoping to see Taehyung. As you looked for help that would never come, the three men kept watching you, waiting for an answer.

You had two choices: say no and disappoint your father, then endure his complaints on the long ride home, or say yes to give him five minutes of satisfaction.

Your approval wouldn't have led to consequences, would it?

"I would be delighted." You lied, batting your long eyelashes several times, something you had learned to do to show interest. You knew men liked that.

Your father gave poor King Park another resounding pat on the shoulder, inviting him to leave the two of you alone.

Jimin seemed satisfied with your response as he gave you a sincere smile. You did likewise, before rising from your chair - which had become uncomfortable - allowing your dress to regain its shape. Your thighs had gone numb from sitting for at least two hours watching the guests dance, so - as if you had suddenly forgotten how to walk - your legs gave out.

A pair of hands grabbed your hips, making sure to hold them firmly, and when you looked up, you found yourself dangerously close to the blond man's face. Your hands rested on his, grabbing his fingers to loosen their grip on you. You noticed that these were incredibly cold and not too big - not like Taehyung's.

"Forgive me, I shouldn't have. Are you alright, Princess?"

"I'm fine, I apologise, I don't know what came over me." You took a step back, moving further away from the man, as if you weren't going to be dancing together anytime soon.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you. Your face was slightly lowered and your eyes stared at the shiny floor tiles. You could not imagine the expression Jimin might have had: was he perhaps impatient? Or, like you, was he feeling embarrassed?

"Don't you think it's better to put embarrassment aside, Princess?" Of the two, Jimin was the first to break the silence. "After all, we have to get used to each other's presence."

You raised your head abruptly, and your pearl earrings tinkled from the movement. Your heart drummed in your chest and your insides twisted. Repeating the phrase in your head, you tried to understand its meaning.

"What does it mean?"

Your voice came out broken, it happened to you whenever you felt anxious.

"Come on, Princess, don't play dumb. Our wedding is only a few months away now."

Your breath began to get shorter and shorter, as if someone was tightening the strings of your corset increasingly tighter, and a hole was opening up in your chest. You felt as if your lungs were being torn from your chest and the world around you was spinning all too fast. Jimin's face contorted into a worried expression and you could see his mouth move, but every sound was muffled.

"I must… I must go and freshen up."

You didn't know what tone you had used, and you didn't even know if the prince had heard your words, but within moments you had already drifted off, disappearing into the crowd of people. To the unfamiliar eye, it would have been difficult to recognise you. But those who knew you well - on the other hand - would have found you instantly.

Regardless of your appearance or posture, you entered a hall with few light sources, the majority of which was in darkness. Your right hand was resting on your chest, clutching the hard material of your corset, and you wished you could just rip it off.

Soon, a veil of tears blurred your vision even more, causing everything around you to become less clear. You did not even apologise when your shoulder bumped into someone else, continuing undaunted on your way.

The person you had hit, however, stopped and turned their gaze, watching you flee. They continued to watch you until you turned a corner, disappearing into the darkness. Having found a quiet place, you slid down a wall until you found yourself sitting on the cold floor. The room you were in was dark - the dim light of the moon coming from the one large window. The room was empty, only for a few abandoned paintings leaning against the walls.

A thousand questions tormented your thoughts. The idea that your father had given you away to a stranger made you nauseous, and the more you thought about it, the more the cake you had eaten rose up in your stomach. You brought your hands to your mouth, choking back a sob, while your breath was still too short to allow you to think clearly.

You were alone. You felt completely abandoned to a cruel fate, a fate you had not chosen but had to undertake - whether you wanted to or not. Disbelief gave way to anger, and anger soon became disappointment.

Your father had sold you and most likely felt no remorse. You ran your hands through your hair, forgetting the fact that it had been carefully arranged, therefore ruining your hairstyle.

Breathe, Y/N, breathe. But even though you kept telling yourself to calm down, it was impossible. You wished you could escape, hide your identity and finally live the life you had dreamed of.

But your Red Thread of Fate had been tied to the Crown since your birth.

"Y/N!"

A familiar voice resounded in the room and all was silent for a few seconds until quick footsteps approached. The figure knelt right in front of you and - without hesitation - grabbed both your wrists so that your gaze focused on them. Your eyes immediately locked onto a dark-brown pair, looking at you intensely.

"Y/N, it's me, Taehyung. It's me."

Serenity. Kim Taehyung brought serenity into every place he stepped.

You watched his face fully illuminated by the moonshine, and took it all in. His black hair was slightly wavy and fell over his face, framing it perfectly.

If Hell had his face, then you were ready to burn for Eternity.

"It's all right, love. I'm here."

Taehyung didn't waste any time sitting on the ground, picking you up by the hips so that you were resting on his legs. An arm firmly wrapped around your shoulders while a hand gently caressed one of your cheeks.

The warmth of his body caused a feeling of cosiness in you, yet your chest still felt like it was about to implode. "I- I can't breathe."

He instantly seemed to realise what the problem was, because his eyes focused on your chest. Suddenly, his hand reached down all the way to your breast until he grasped some of the threads that bound your corset from the front: he pulled with such force that the seams tore and - finally - all the pressure released. Like a newborn child, you began to breathe, and after a few seconds warm tears wet your cheeks.

You were incredibly scared, still in shock. But Taehyung held you close, gently, almost fearful of breaking you like a porcelain doll. You felt his warm breath in the crook of your neck and his scent intoxicated you completely, making you forget everything.

Your breasts were partly exposed, but you could never feel embarrassed in front of him. Not in front of the man who had seen every last detail of you, not in front of the man who had explored every inch of your body.

"Please don't let me go."

Taehyung hummed and continued to hold you in his arms while giving you a concerned look. His eyebrows were furrowed and you knew he needed an explanation as soon as possible. But Taehyung was also aware that you were still unable to give it to him.

"I won't ever let you go. But now I need you to calm down, hm?" He said softly, as if he was talking to a child. His hand reached for yours, grabbing it gently, and bringing it close to his face.

"Do you remember how many moles I have? Do you want to count them?"

Serenity. Taehyung brought serenity, and every word he spoke to you came from the heart. Ever since you knew him, he had always been affectionate and attentive towards you. He knew you better than anyone else.

So, of course you knew the answer to the first question.

You smiled, heart beating fast but not out of fear. With the tip of your index finger you began to trace every spot on Taehyung's face, his skin always soft and flawless.

"One. You touched the small mole on the tip of his nose, near the right nostril.

"Two." Then it was the turn of the mole under the lid of his right eye, the spot you found most distinctive.

"Three." You murmured, as your heart beat faster and faster. You knew very well where the third mole was since it was your favourite. So you brought your face closer to his, so that your noses brushed against each other, before placing a tender kiss on his lips.

Taehyung's lips were never dry, touching them was always pleasant. Kissing him was always pleasant.

"Good girl."

His voice was hoarse as he moistened his lips and bit the lower one. You were so fragile, so exposed before him. All this delicacy, he wanted to destroy it. And Taehyung felt like a lunatic because a rarity like you was only to be protected.

But you provoked mixed feelings in him. Your bare breasts, your smooth skin, your eyes full of innocence and love for him.

Taehyung wanted to break you.

"You look so pretty right now, dove."

He hummed, almost like he had never thought such nonsense until that moment. "You would be even prettier if you told me what happened to you."

Your smile disappeared, and the perfect world that had been created began to crumble. You sat up, hiding your exposed chest with your arms.

"Taehyung, I..."

You spoke quietly, afraid of the reaction the brunette would have had. He wouldn't have blamed you, because he knew how much your position as heir to the throne made you suffer, but knowing Taehyung, he would have stepped back to make it less difficult for you.

The thought of not being able to see him again killed you.

Before you could say anything else, a man you recognised as one of your father's guards burst into the room. Your first reaction was to move away from Taehyung as quickly as possible, but the man seemed upset for a reason worse than that: his breath was short and his face completely pale.

"Princess Y/N, we've been looking everywhere for you!" He spoke without ever taking his eyes off you. That's when Taehyung removed his jacket, placing it on your shoulders.

"What's going on? Is my father looking for me?"

"Princess, I- I'm sorry…" He stammered in a slurred voice. "His Majesty, your Father, he…"

You were silent, waiting for him to finish the sentence as the man beside you loosened his grip on your shoulders.

"He… Has been assassinated, Your Highness."

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Hello✨

Can I request a fic where Larissa and f!reader are in relationship and one night are talking about what turns them on and would maybe wanted to try in bed and R mentions that somnophillia sounds interesting and Larissa agrees. So one night L can’t fall asleep while R is already sleeping she remembers what R said and decided to give somnophillia a go? (Hope everything makes sense, it’s my first time requesting)

Hello my lovely, I hope this is okay my darling and I’m honoured to be the person to receive your first request.

Experimenting 18+

*Authors note~ I have to admit I was a little anxious about how to approach it and where I could take it. But I think I'm finally happy with the outcome now*

Trigger warnings~ somnophillia oral (r receiving) thigh riding (l ) fingering (r )

Prompt~ see the ask^^^

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When you joined the Nevermore staff, you had never imagined that it would lead you to the love of your life. Or that she would be a shape shifting headmistress who doted on your every move. This was clearly a slice of heaven and you'd be lying to say if you weren't addicted to the angel that was clearly Larissa Weems. The fact someone so uniquely beautiful, inside and out, was interested in little you was absolutely mind blowing for you. Yet you couldn't be happier with your life.

It's only natural as your relationship progressed you and Larissa had conversations about what you like and dislike. It became clear quickly to you both that Larissa thrived off of dominating you and you adored submitting to the women. That fact caused more questions to be asked and more limits and boundaries to be discussed. As efficient as she always is, Larissa complied all the information into a document and you'd regularly review it to see if it was all correct. That list is what caused the best morning of your life.

During these conversations consent had been acquired for any possible situation that could occur. The thought of doing something you were not happy with actually made the taller women feel physically I'll. There was multiple ways she could incorporate your desires which allowed her to still leave you guessing. The element of surprise is what added to the game. You had safe words and the colour system as ways of reassurance. Your safe word being "Ocean" and "Red" while amber allowed a conversation to take place.

Recently you had been having a rough time, your students seemed to want to challenge your authority which had resulted in you being extremely stressed and agitated. You constantly seconded guessed everything you did and were unable to fully relax and unwind outside of the classroom. It was truly heartbreaking for Larissa to see, you hadn't even tried to be your usual bratty self the past few days. That's when the idea hit her, you were to focused on what was happening around you that you weren't able to fully let go, all she wanted to do was help you with that. Which is why she consulted the file and found one thing you wanted to try, something Larissa had been on the fence with initially. After talking about Larissa agreed to try it with you but truthfully you had accepted that it was just going to remain a fantasy. Oh but your girlfriend was full of surprises.

Larissa would always wake up first. It was a routine really, normally she would spend time in bed with you enjoying the intimate moments. You were always so beautiful but there was something about how you looked asleep. Your mind free of worry, your brows relaxed and your lips curled up in a little smile every time you felt her lips against your skin. That's what really gave her the confidence to do this for you. You needed to relax and if this was going to help then Larissa would happily oblige. Not only were you a submissive but you were her love and she only wanted you happy in life.

Thankfully, you always preferred to sleep without clothing, you'd argue it was much too warm for that, that made Larissa's plan ten times easier. Ever so carefully she moved her body below the covers and shifted to settle between your legs. She let her lips press a few gentle kisses to your thighs and her fingers trailing over the skin there. Every now and then she would peak her head up through the cover to see what your facial expression was doing. Seeing the happy smile on your lips encouraged her to give your centre a tentative lick. You instantly responded on your sleep by your breath hitching. Much to Larissa's relief she could see you were enjoying yourself despite being asleep. And that's what spurred her on. Her licks becoming more sure of themselves.

You felt yourself coming round to the land of the living with an undeniable feeling of pleasure between the apex of your thighs. A moan tore through you as your sleepy brain registered your girlfriends diligently working her tongue against your now dripping core. Moans were spilling out from you uncontrollably and you brought your hands to her hair in a tale that you wanted her to continue. You could feel her smirk against your cunt before she plunged her tongue inside of you and moaned at the taste. "Oh fuck me larissa Jesus" you moaned the sleep still evident in your voice. This was ten times hotter than you had ever imagined.

Sensing you were close she moved the covers so she could see you before whispering "my little slut, you enjoy mommy using you while you sleep then huh?" You couldn't help but moan at her words, they were cut off by a cry as she took your aching clit between her lips to suck. That's what threw you over the edge. She helped you come back from your high before crawling up to kiss you good morning. You could taste yourself on her tongue before you mumbled "good morning to you too my love"

One kiss lead to multiple kisses and a quick check in which you readily replied "green god green" had resulted in Larissa perched on your thigh, her fingers finding your soaked centre. You brought yourself up to try and kiss every inch of her exposed chest, her hips rocking in time with her thrusting fingers. The room filled with the sounds of your arousal and the combined moans and pants of you both as you chased the high together. That morning you both fell over the edge together before collapsing in the bed together catching your breath.

"Baby? Was that okay? I just you said" Larissa stumbled over her words, the nerves now showing. "Ris, it was perfect, I loved it thank you darling" you reassured adding kisses to punctuate each word. For the first time in days you fully relaxed. Here in her arms after that amazing morning all the stress had melted away.

Word count ~ 1157

*Authors note~ I'm not sure if I like this or not but it was an attempt at least*

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