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there are only a few gripes I have with FR nowadays but by far the one that bothers me the most is still no dark mode
#Iâm coming up on my 10 year anniversary FR⊠dark mode? for me? đ„ș#every other site on this planet since late 2010s has had dark modes ready#FR literally burns itself into my screen if I leave it on long enough too#rambles#please FR spare my eyes#my eyes are already way too light sensitive I just hang out in the dark most days#I know darkmode extension exists or whatever and I think itâs legal but it doesnât look good lol
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ough the way my friend in my house was insisting that it's best to go to a beach in another city along the coast (to celebrate another friend's birthday) but five of us could go in her car and one would have to take the (expensive, long) train alone (with beach stuff), instead of just going to the smaller but closer beach that we can all get to on the bus together. she stood there and said 'we'll get to the beach quicker in my car than all on the bus' ok five of us will. and the other will not. but that doesn't matter to her
#so they're at this beach now because i said i'll stay home and let everyone else take the spaces in the car#i didn't want to go anyway and i think i might look like a bit of an asshole#the way she looked at me last night and said. we still need to decide who's taking the train there.#right first off you did not tell me someone was going to have to take the train#and maybe i'm being paranoid but yeah in what world wouldn't you want that to be me#she doesn't give a shit fr#the way i get ignored until i'm talking to her about something she wants to listen to.......#i know she's not as close to me as she is with the other two friends going to the beach#and her and one friend have partners who would be in the car with them#leaving one spare seat between me and my other friend#who didn't even know of the train problem until i told her#its not a big deal but u look directly in my eyes and say we need to decide who's not travelling with us. who will have to take the bus to#the city centre then pay for a train ticket then get from the station to the beach then all the way back again.#we need to decide this because *i* don't want to take the bus to the alternative beach even if it means we all get to travel together.#she's my friend but to be blunt she's inconsiderate and self-centred#and too neurotypical to communicate clearly#so much of what she wants to say is implied#like unplugging the tumblr dryer and tightly folding up the cord behind it when she wants us to stop using it to save money#LMAO just talk to us. please#and if you want me to tag behind you on a train#just say that and i'll know
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What is yours
Astarion x gn!Reader
Summary: A stroll through the market evokes an unpleasant sensation in Astarion.
Word Count: 3,1k
hurt/comfort, jealousy, fluff
[ AO3 ]
The warm rays of the midday sun bathed the marketsâ goods in a marvellous light. The place was bustling, a scent of spices lingering in the air and hurried voices brimming.Â
If someone had told Astarion that one day heâd be able to move around Baldurâs Gate so freely again, heâd probably huffed merely a dry laugh â and yet here he was, following you through the narrow streets of his city, admiring how much colour the world had to offer.
Of course it was you who had dragged him along for the mundane task to gather some food for your companions back at camp. Astarion couldn't care less to fill up their bellies, as his own appetite was perfectly stilled from your generosity when it came to offer him your blood, but one blink from your doe eyes had been enough to convince him to accompany you.
Well, that, and perhaps that warm feeling that refused to leave his chest when he was with you.Â
It was obvious that you loved to stroll around the market, savouring the colourful impressions while taking a break from all the fighting and gore your journey to rid yourself from the tadpoles held for you.Â
Astarion had never watched you spending your coin so lightly before. You probably thought it was time to treat yourself once in a while, and who was he to deny you this little pleasure? He had to admit that he actually adored seeing your face light up over the different trinkets you bought, eagerly filling your bags and pouches with your newest additions.
âLet's get some fruit for the others while weâre at it,â you suggested, pointing towards a merchant presenting an inviting range of fresh goods. âSomething nutritious seems much needed after we fed mostly on leftovers for the past weeks.â
Your shoulders were loaded with the various goods you had already bought â dyes, herbs, some new toys for Scratch and the owlbear cub and a bunch of flasks to fill with potions.
âAs you wish,â Astarion replied, when a display of weapons caught his eye. His last pair of daggers had become rather blunt from the Goblin throats heâd cut, so maybe it was time to treat himself as well, he thought and gently grabbed your wrist. Â
âOn second thought, why don't you go ahead while I'll have another look around here, my love?â he asked and came to a stop. âI haven't much expertise to add when it comes to your culinary needs, and those daggers look rather appealing.â
âSounds fine with me, but try not to spend all of our gold at once,â you teased and squeezed his shoulder.
âHah, you're one to talk. Please remind me, who was it again that just bought five new toys for Scratch, so he had a set of different colours to choose from?â
âHe needs some variety,â you muttered, trying to keep up a serious expression. âBut nevermind, see you in a minute then.âÂ
You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and waved, already on your way to spend some more of your coin.
Astarion couldnât help but smile over your excitement for the market, before he picked up a dagger from the display in front of him. The handle appeared to be of higher quality than his current ones, and the blade looked sharp enough to inflict some hurt.
As he gazed further through the wares, pondering which one would fit him best, he spared a glance to check on you.Â
He spotted you a few stalls away at the fruit stand you had mentioned. The vendor you were talking to gesticulated wildly while presenting his wares, leading you to laugh.
Astarion frowned and put the dagger away to take a closer look.
The vendor was young, an elf with blond curls, and Astarion noticed that he wasnât an unpleasant sight.Â
He was immediately bothered by the smile you gave the other man, the way he touched your hands as he started to offer you bite-sized pieces of fruit to taste.
His fingers lingered too long against yours for Astarionâs liking.
As he continued to watch you from afar, something inside his belly started to seethe â hot and ugly.
A feeling he experienced before when it came to you, but couldn't quite grasp.
Well, whatever this was, Astarion certainly wasnât jealous. Not of some random street vendor at least â and why should he be? Because you had smiled so sweetly at him? Or because you were laughing again as you took another piece of fruit from his filthy hands?Â
What in the nine hells could be so entertaining about buying fruit anyway?Â
It was ridiculous, really, and yet Astarion imagined how it would feel to rip the vendor's throat as punishment for daring to touch you.Â
Would he bleed out quickly? Would he scream?
Astarion shook his head, shoving the violent image aside.
He remembered the previous occasions when that unpleasant burning inside his stomach had appeared. It was the moment Gale decided it was appropriate to show you his so-called magical weave, or the other day when Wyll proposed a dance to you. You had kindly rejected both of them, but Astarion was still not particularly impressed by their interest in you.Â
He knew what others would seek from you. Why they wanted you. For the same reasons he enjoyed being with you: your compassion, the kindness you spread. Your special talent to make him feel seen.Â
There was also your wit, the way you would crack a joke even in the most maddening situations, making him feel light. And not to mention, you were a beautiful vision if Astarion had ever seen one.
Of course there would be others who saw those qualities as well, aiming to claim you.
A sudden wave of anxiety flooded his mind, moulding an appaling image in his skull.
He wondered if one day you would prefer someone else over him.
Someone who would match your kindness â acting all selfless and heroic, indulging in activities he found little pleasure in.
Providing you with something Astarion might be unable to give you, ever, no matter how much he cared about you.
Hells, what if you were already seeking someone like that?
His stomach dropped.
The dreadful notion spread its relentless claws past his ribs, tearing holes in his dead heart.
Blood rushed to his ears.
Before he even realised, his feet were already dragging him towards you.
He needed to be close to you â doing anything to make this feeling stop.
When he arrived next to you, he placed a hand on the small of your back and grasped your tunic, a little tighter than he'd intended.
He tried his best to keep his composure.
âAre we all done here, my love?â he asked, forcing a smile that didnât reach his eyes.
âOh, Astarion!â You smiled when you noticed him, unaware of his musings. Your pouch was filled to the brink with fresh fruits. âYes, I guess that would be all.â
Astarion felt the need to pull you away, but before he came up with an excuse to leave immediately, the merchant was already addressing you again.Â
âThink about it, will you?â A smug grin plastered that manâs face as he spoke to you, casually bending over his counter.
Astarion gave you a confused look.
Think about what?Â
âUnfortunately thereâs no time to join the tavern tonight, but thank you for the offer. Maybe next time,â you said amicably and packed up your wares.
What was that?Â
Astarion thought he must have misheard.
âWhat a shame. Perhaps you can give it a second thought.â The vendor was still beaming at you, before he turned to Astarion. âYour friend can come too, of course.â
âOh, that sounds splendid. We will think about it, will we, darling?â
Astarion bit his tongue, swallowing the impulse to spit a cutting remark on top of his obvious sarcasm.
What in the nine hells was this mongrel thinking, inviting you to the tavern? And how he was speaking to him â as if he was some irrelevant bystander.
âLet's see what we can do,â you said politely, already on your way to move on. âHave a nice day. And thank you again.â
âYou as well,â replied the salesman and waved.Â
Astarion gritted his teeth as he followed you through the busy alleyways, still processing what just happened.
The vendor's words appeared in his mind.
That man had obviously desired to fuck you, and wasnât even trying to hide his advances.
How could he have dared.
Astarion regretted that he had acted so passive in that moment. Usually he wasnât one to hesitate, always a sharp comment dancing on his tongue, and yet⊠the thought of losing you to someone else had shifted something in him, turning him small.
His fury grew.
Oh, how he would love to grab that despicable pig by his throat, banishing that filthy grin of his face. Making him bleed. But he knew that unlike him, you would gladly refrain from a public bloodbath, so he shoved away those violent fantasies, even if the fire continued to seeth in him â unpleasant and hot.
He tried to fathom what posed the worst about this whole ordeal: The way in which the man had aimed to claim you, or his fear that you enjoyed those cheap advances â possibly were fond of it even.
Astarion's mood couldn't have been more sour as you arrived at a secluded area, away from the markets bustling.
âCan you believe it? That seller insisted on giving me a discount,â you broke the silence and pointed proudly at the wares you had gathered. âAnd they say there are no kind people left in Baldur's Gate.â
And just as the words had left your throat, Astarion finally snapped.
âIs that so?â he hissed, baring his fangs. âHow generous. What a nice, handsome gentleman he is, also inviting you to the tavern with him.â He spoke harsh â his tone cold and venomous.Â
You came to an abrupt stop, resting the groceries on the ground and fixating your gaze on his, a furrow between your eyebrows.Â
âWhat are you implying?â You sounded puzzled.
âOh, don't act so naive, darling, you know what I'm implying. That man wanted to bed you, everyone could see it from the way he treated you. And by the laughs you offered him, you seemed to enjoy his attention as well, did you not? What a flirt you are.â
His accusations left a taste of ash in his mouth. Moments before his anger seemed directed at the manâs advances, and now his bottled-up wrath was boiling onto you.
The bewildered look on your face turned into something else, something sad, your eyes losing their shine. He sensed that he mustâve hurt you, and it tugged at his heartstrings.
âSo, youâre jealous of that man, is that what this is about?â
âMe? Being jealous of some filthy street vendor?â Astarion scoffed, immediately falling back to his dramatics, gesticulating defensively with his hands. âDon't insult me, darling. I find it amusing that he thinks he can have you, and I didnât fail to miss your interest in him,â he bit, almost choking on the dry chuckle that spilled from his lips.
âThere was no interest from my side, other than purchasing some of his wares,â you explained. Then you opened your mouth again, sharply sucking air between your teeth, before your gaze softened. Your voice was calm, without spite or anger. âHe recognized me, Astarion. From the article in the gazette. Slayer of the evil Ketheric Thorm and all that fuss. Does that ring a bell?âÂ
Of course he remembered. It was him that had to sneak past those giant steel watchers back at the gazetteâs building, convincing the magical press to print an article in your favour. An article that wouldnât taint your reputation, unlike the one Gortash had commissioned to derogate you.Â
Astarion couldnât deny that after the praising piece was published, you were indeed met with an unusual kindness from the people of Baldur's Gate.Â
âWell, how could I forget?â Astarion's face twisted. âBut that doesn't mean he didn't have something else in mind with you. Some people certainly would love to bury their blade inside a true hero for once, I can imagine.â
You sighed and rolled your eyes. âEven if he did want to bed me, what does it matter?â
An icy grip twisted Astarion's chest. The image of you with someone else stung in his eyes, making him sick.Â
Before he could growl another reply, you rested your hand on his arm, catching his fuming. âHey â look at me, you silly goose.âÂ
Your tender touch was enough to quell the blazing flame in his belly.Â
You spoke so warmly to him. So... loving.
Astarion rested his eyes on you and was met with an affectionate smile that disarmed him completely.
âAstarion, donât you realise that I couldn't care less if thousands of people felt the sudden need to bed me?â
He bit his cheek, remaining silent.
âYouâre the only one I want, you jealous fool. No one else â not now, not ever, and certainly not some random street vendor that throws a discount at me because he thinks of me as some kind of hero.â
Astarionâs features involuntarily softened as he took in your words. The fury that was about to overwhelm him dissolved into a flutter, engulfing his chest, washing away the seething that hooked at his ribcage.
âReally?â Only one word left his mouth, before he cleared his throat. âI mean â I'm not surprised of course, as you seem to literally cling to my side these days.â A poor attempt to cover his insecurity, but the best he could muster.
âReally,â you assured and gently tapped on his temple, âI vow on the tadpole flooding inside our brains.â You chuckled as you rested your hands on the back of his neck and shifted closer to him.Â
âWell, but those might be gone someday,â Astarion mumbled.
âAnd even then, I will remain at your side. Only if you want me to, of course.â
Astarion didnât have to think of his answer, the words spilling from his lips like a reflex.
âYes, I would want that,â he whispered sincerely, his flamboyant mask crumbling. âLook, it's not that I don't trust you. Itâs just⊠Well, I guess I'm used to losing what I hold dear. And the thought of losing you to someone else⊠I donât know, apparently it woke something in me.âÂ
He felt almost ashamed over his sudden lack of eloquence, being so raw with you, but there was a sense of relief in opening up. To his surprise, it was even more soothing than losing himself in violence.
You looked at him with affection and cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing over his skin. He closed his eyes and sunk against your palm.Â
âIt's alright, Astarion, you don't have to explain. I promise you, you wonât lose me to someone else. As you said, I tend to cling to your side these days, and truth be told, I have no intention to stop.â
âI hope you wonât,â Astarion replied and took your hand in his to press a kiss to your fingertips. âBut honestly, I have to apologise for doubting your intentions with me. With us.â
âI forgive you, lover,â you replied tenderly. âI didn't take you for the overly jealous type, though,â you added with a smirk.
Astarion offered you a wry smile. âLet's not dwell on it, shall we?â
Then he reached for your face, softly taking your chin between his thumb and index finger and rested his lips on your forehead, followed by a kiss to the tip of your nose.
You wrapped your arms around his waist to pull him into a close embrace. He could sense your heartbeat against his cold body, your pulse drumming in a comforting rhythm.
For a moment you were just holding each other, your head against his chest, Astarion relishing your warmth and kissing your hair. Your touch was relieving. Assuring.
You were with him, and had promised not to leave.Â
Your affirmations repeated in his mind: You wanted him. Only him alone.
This was all new territory and Astarion sensed it would take some time for him to fully adjust, yes, but right now⊠this was all he could wish for.
âSomehow I don't want to let go of you, little love,â he hummed to your ear.
âThen don't,â you breathed and kissed along his neck, brushing his bite marks with your lips, sending a shiver down his spine. A particularly sensible spot, but you were allowed to touch him there.
Gods, how deeply he had fallen for you.
Astarion drew you even closer and sighed, your hands grasping the fabric of his shirt.Â
When he gently peeled away from your hug, you looked up to him and bit your lip.
âCan I be completely honest with you?â you asked sheepishly.
âWhat is it, my sweet?â
âWell... I think that merchant truly wanted to bed me.â
Astarion laughed â deep, coming from his belly â surprised by his own lightness. The idea of fuming over your obvious admirer seemed almost ridiculous all of a sudden.Â
âI told you so. But now that you see it too, I guess you wouldn't mind if we turn back for a quick chat? I would love to take care of that dear fellow,â he replied mischievously. While his fury was gone, he still wouldnât mind some misdemeanour.
âAstarion!â you scolded, but joined his laughter. âPlease spare that innocent man.â
âRelax darling, I will. For now at least. And only because you asked so nicely.â His fangs poked from the grin that adorned his lips.
âGood boy,â you teased and brushed one of his white curls behind his ear, his grin widening from your touch.
As you walked back to camp, hands softly entwined, Astarion noticed that probably for the first time in his life someone truly belonged to him â willingly, out of love.
You belonged to him.Â
The thought grew in his chest, wandered up to his eyes, spreading affection through his entire body, and for the remaining way back to camp he didnât let go of your hand.
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Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader
Summary: Part 2 of Mine
Genre: DARK fic.
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TW: baby trapping, p and c penetration, possessiveness, jealousy, branding, manipulation, obsessive behavior, bit angsty, corruption, brainwashing, wrap it before you tap it folks and overall messed up shit. This is not proofread and there are some grammatical error also google translated french. if uncomfortable minors do not interact!!
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Despite all the love you share on social media, nothing can compare to the real truth that exists beyond the internet.
People don't see the things he does behind closed doorsâall those emotional abuse, obsessive behavior, and possessiveness. Never, even once, do people know that it's happening between the two of you.
All they know is the sweet words you guys share in each other's posts and the way you act whenever there are people around you twoâall sweet and loving like one of those fairy tale romances you read. But behind all that, they don't see how hurt you are mentally. It was happening constantly, and you were so used to it that you became numb and just succumbed to the growing pain you feel inside.Â
To the point where you act like his puppetâdoing everything that pleases him, and acting the way he wants you to.
You never once complained, thinking that it was just how love goes.
You were a fool. A fool blinded by "love".
...
"Hey y/n/n, are you alright? Me and mom have been worried about you; you haven't been going to our usual family gathering." your sister asked over the phone.
It was true; you haven't been going to those gatherings for a while now, only because Charles said, "It's not safe to go outside," and of course, like the sweet girlfriend doll you were, you followed his words.
You stared blankly, your mind wandering off. You tend to get lost in thoughts nowadays, and you're not sure why. Maybe it's from the stress you've been feeling, but you just brushed it off like it was nothing.
"Yeah, I am good. I've just been busy lately, you know? Keeping the house safe and everything," you chuckled dryly.Â
"You know I can tell when there's something wrong, right? So just tell me."
Before you could answer, Charles walked into the room. With one hand holding Leo, he was snuggled up nice and cozy in his embrace. His eyes roamed around the room searching for you; his gaze then fell prey on your meek figureâyou sat there holding the phone in one hand while the other rested on the softly fabricated couch. You looked angelic, as if untouched by any form of evil.Â
Then again, Charles wasn't just any form of evil; he was the reincarnation of the devil himself, and he wanted nothing more than to corrupt your innocence.
With a soft smile, Charles walked to where you sat, sitting beside you and settling leo down on his lap.Â
"Who are you talking to poupée (doll)?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Oh, just my sister; we were just catching up on things." You muttered, your voice quivering slightly; you don't know whether you were scared or just have some sore throat that made your voice crack.
Charles looked at you in disbelief, his eyes narrowing with skepticism, and simply turned his attention back at Leo. "Hang up the phone," he said bluntly, not even sparing you a glance.
"But baby, we were just talking." You tried to argue with him, telling him that you just wanted to chat with your sister, but as usual, he blocked your words of plea and glared at youâhe always does that, looking at you as if he were judging your whole soul.
His eyes have always been your weakness; they both scare and pleasure you at the same time. Charles knows that, and he uses it to his advantage every time.
The atmosphere in the room was heavy; you could feel it weighing down and crushing your spirit.
Sighing defeatedly, you had no choice but to end the call with your sister and not further complicate things.
"Hey, uhm, sis, I'll just call you back, okay? Something just came up."
You didn't even let your sister respond before hanging up the call. Charles hummed contentedly and patted the seat next to him. At that very moment, you felt angry with him, but you knew that you couldn't do anything about it, so you sucked it up and sat beside him. Leaning close to his embrace.
"Bonne fille, ma chérie (good girl, my darling)," he mumbbled softly, kissing the roof of your head.
...
Charles gripped your waist tightly, his jaws clenched, and hands balled up to a fist. He half-ass smiled at the man, trying to compose himselfâfighting back the urges to beat the shit out of the guy in front of them.
He saw the way he looked at you; his eyes scanned each and every part of your body like you were some kind of art on display. fucking disgusting.Â
You, on the other hand, held on to him, almost ripping the fabric of his clothes with your tight grip. You paid no mind to the guy he was talking to and just stared at the bustling room; in there, people were having fun, dancing, and drinking with others.Â
At that moment, you didn't care about Charles or who he was conversing with; all you wanted was to spring free from his embrace and just party wild with others. Was that too much to ask for?
For him, it was. If it was legal, he wanted nothing more than to lock you up and live the rest of your lives together. So, having that idea was just wishful thinkingâit never hurts to dream, though.Â
"I'll see you around, yeah?" The man asked, earning a subtle nod from Charles as an acknowledgment.
"Quel putain de cinglé (what a fucking weirdo)," he mumbled under his breath, his accent making the words sound more spiteful and venomous.
You didn't hear him say that. You were too busy to admire people's enjoyment and bask in the laughter and smiles that surround you. How could people be as care free like that? The ache on your heart only grows fonder. Oh, how you wish you could do the same.Â
With your head up in the clouds, you didn't seem to notice the angry monegasque that stood beside you, cursing you in any language he knew. The next thing you felt was a harsh sting that rested on your jaw.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? I've been trying to talk to you! What are you even looking at? Are you cheating on me, Chienne (Bitch)?" he yelled, not even caring anymore if people heard him.
Your breath hitches, eyes widening, and heart racing fast.
His hands were now on your jaws, gripping them with sheer strength. You didn't know what was going on or why this was happening to you. You were always so nice and never did anything to cause harm, so why?
All those questions in your mind made your vision go blurry and your head spin, causing you to black out on the spot.
...
You woke up the next day with a pounding headache and only bits of memories of what happened that night. "Ouch," you winced, massaging your head to try and ease the pain.Â
As if on cue, Charles walked in with medicine on his left hand and a glass of water on the right.Â
His face lit up, seeing that you were now awake. He softly smiled and walked towards your shared bed. The matress dipped down as he sat next to your sitting body.
"Are you feeling better, mon amour?" he asked. His hand was about to stroke your cheeks, but out of reflex, your body flinched at his sudden movement.Â
That made Charles frown. You know how bipolar his mood has been; that's why you've been extra careful not to ruin it. You were expecting him to be mad, but what happened was the opposite. He only sighed deeply and lowered his head.Â
"I am sorry, Mon cĆur." Your being shocked was an understatement; in fact, you were flabergasted at his words. You never knew that hearing him say that would make you want to tear up.
"Hey, baby, it's okay. I know you didn't mean for it to happen," you assured him, and rubbed circles around his arm.Â
And just like that, Charles once again got you wrapped around his finger. You were way too easy to convince and so naive that you'd fall for anything he said.
He slowly lift up his head and gave you a light smile.
You then melted at his expression, it was silly of you to think that a face like that could ever harm you. he would never do that.
...
"Fuck, Charlie, put it in already, please," you begged, your eyes watering from the overstimulation. His hands gripped your waist tighterâmuscles flexing in the process.Â
"You're so needy for my cock, mon amour," he breathes out.Â
The two of you have been at it for half an hour now, both out of breath and with marks made by one another. Your bodies were sticky with each other's bodily fluids, but you guys paid no mind to that. Only focusing on reaching the pleasure you both wanted so badly.
Without wasting a second, Charles huridly inserted his dick into your aching core. Your eyes widened from the sudden sensation between your thighs; you could feel how he was stretching you, and the need for him to satisfy you only increased.Â
"Move, please" you said, your voice quivering and hands scratching his back to let out some of the pain.
Your legs instantly rested on his lower hip, wanting to keep him as close to you as possible. You don't know why you're acting like that, but you suddenly got the urge to mount him and fuck him till dawn.Â
"Shit baby, you're always so tight," he chuckled, his left hand settled in the headboard while his right hand played with the nub of your tits.
His hips clashed with yours, making the two of you a moaning mess. Charles then dove down to your breast and licked it, biting and teasing them. He made sure to leave plenty of marks.Â
"Oh god, i..i am about to come," you gasped, your toes curling from the rush of adrenaline coursing through you.Â
"Just come for me, baby," he said, continuously pounding into you, your flesh crashing at each other and making a loud, smacking sound.
His hand then snaked up to hold onto your ankles, lifting it up. Shifting his dick into a deeper position.
With the new found position, your vision started to go blur; now only seeing nothing but stars. Your mind then turns hazy, and hands gripping tightly on the duvet sheet that scattered on the bed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" was the only thing you said before collapsing on the matress, your body convulsing with pleasure as your juices slowly fall down your flush tighs.
"Damn, all that for me, ma chérie?" Charles laughed, licking his lower lip at how ravishing you look; fucked out and cockdumb for him.
He continued to rut his hips to your overstimulated cunt. "Fuck, Je veux mettre un bébé en toi (i want to put a baby inside you)" he mumbled, not minding your state and carried on fucking you into an oblivion.
"I'ma fill you with my cum, make you a mama and the fill you up again....fuck" he rambled, his hips never stoping, not until he reach his high.
And after a few more thrust, he finally came inside of youâ his eyes rolling in the back of his head with satisfaction. He continued to rut into you; not wanting to spill his cum and then coating your walls with his white seed.
You were sure to get pregnant by that and after that, you two are going to be tied forever, just like he planned.
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yeah that was pure filth, hope you guys like it though! My requests are always open.
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what do you think about reader and nyx being bffs and her having a huge crush on azriel , like nyx and reader have been friends for almost 50 years and she still remembers the first time she saw him. At was first it was a silly girl crush but it developed to her having a fat ass crush on him fr and nyx knows this and teases her relentless, azriel overhears this and confronts her. Fluff or smut pls i cannot handle angstđ§ââïžđ§ââïžđ§ââïž
a crush on azriel
azriel x reader
fluff
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âDo you know whoâs coming?â Nyx asks you, and by the way he is smirking, you sure as hell know who is coming.
You try to play it cool, though. âI have no idea.â
But heâs not fooled. Heâs known you for years. And heâs known about the crush you have on Azriel. âOh. You donât?â
Your eyes narrow into slits, watching him as you pray he will finally let go. But of course he wonât. âCut the game, Nyx.â
He chuckles at your flustered face. âI swear, I didnât know he was coming,â he explains, finally more serious. âYou know I would have warned you.â
âWould you?â you ask, instantly regretting the anger your tone had taken. Itâs not Nyxâs fault you cannot stomach being in the presence of your crush. It was simply your fault.
âHey,â he says lovingly, taking your hand. âWe donât have to go to the party if you feel uncomfortable.â
âI donât feel uncomfortable. Iâm fine.â
âLiar,â he smiles.
You finally let go, letting a little smile bloom on your lips, relaxing your tense body. This was really becoming a problem â you couldnât let the thought of Azriel alter you so much. âShut up.â
âWell well, Ms. Head Over Heels for the Shadowsinger finally smiles,â Nyx mocks, and you seize the opportunity to elbow him playfully in the ribs. âHey! No violence.â
âThen no teasing,â you remark with a steady voice.
âIâm my fatherâs son, darling. You ask me for the moon.â You have to laugh at that.
âYou are stupid â thatâs what you are.â
A grin spreads across his mischievous face. âI might be stupid. But do you know what else I am?â
âWhat?â you ask, following whatever stupid game heâs playing.
âAzrielâs nephew â sort of. Meaning, your only real chance to approach him.â His smirk is something close to evil. You are planning to elbow him again when someone rather quiet walks in.
âDid you say something? I heard my name.â
Azriel. Right in front of you. In the same room.
You look over to Nyx, but he is just as surprised. And Azriel just stands there awkwardly, waiting for a reply that never comes.
âWell,â he coughs. âThe party is ready. If you donât need anything,â he says as he turns to leave.
But your so-called friend has unfortunately recovered his chatty abilities. âWait, Az. I have to get changed, and well, Y/N doesnât know the place very well. Do you think you can accompany her to the living room?â
No way.
Please say no. Or yes. No, no â please say no. Just say yes, please. Say no.
âOf course.â Azriel turns to you with a friendly smile. âY/N,â he tells you, as if asking you to follow him.
You spare Nyx a quick glance, asking, pleading, threatening him. He gives you an encouraging nod, and your legs finally start moving toward the spymaster. One step after another, trying not to trip.
âHave fun!â you hear Nyx call from his room. âAnd good luck!â You watch Azrielâs brows rise in confusion.
Little does he know. Tonight, you truly need luck.
-Characters by Sarah J Maas
a/n: i loved this request sm, anon. i will for sure write a part two for it. thanku for reading, have a good day :))
#azriel x reader#azriel angst#azriel#azriel x female!reader#azriel x you#azriel acotar#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x y/n#acotar fic#azriel fanfic#azriel fic#az imagine#azriel imagine#azriel fluff#azriel spymaster
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bonding activity
For @steddie-spooktober prompt "can you please stop trying to scare them?" | 1427 | T | getting together, fluff, post-canon | brainstormed with @blasvemous | Ao3
more spooktober: witch
"Steve."
Steve doesn't react. He's standing by the dirtiest window Eddie's ever seen, peeking from behind a curtain to see the groups entering the house.Â
"Steve!" Eddie hisses insistently.
"What?!" Steve snaps back.Â
Eddie widens his eyes at him.Â
"We should get into positions," he reminds his friend as if they haven't been doing this for over a week now.Â
"Mhm," Steve nods absentmindedly, eyes back on the outside. "You do that."
"Are you waiting for Henderson again?"
"Maybe."
Eddie groans, stepping back towards him. They have about ten minutes before the next group walks in, even more before they get to this part of the haunted house.
"Could you please stop trying to scare him? This house is the same every year, and this kid fought Demogorgons, why do you care about stupid fair attraction?" he presses, crossing his arms.Â
"It's kind of my duty as an older brother," Steve points out, sparing him a short glance. "Besides, his attitude has been insufferable lately. Gotta teach him a lesson."
That, Eddie could agree with. Henderson has been a little shit about their current gig, talking all cocky about how it was 'entertainment for little kids' and they wouldn't have to do much. Eddie took scaring kids very seriously, thank you very much.Â
He was also grateful for the scheme Steve and Robin had pulled to get him the job. It was a small thing, but enough to start getting on the good side with the residents of Hawkins. And also a good way to spend time with Steve, his new and unlikely friend. Eddie reminds him of that, too.
"We were supposed to be bonding," he pouts.
"We'll be bonding after I make Dustin pee his pants," Steve responds shortly, making Eddie scoff. But seeing how unwavering Steve is in his plan, he sighs and steps right into his personal space.
"Promise?" he asks, jabbing a finger into his ribs.Â
Steve jolts, but it has the desired effect of getting his attention back on Eddie. He grabs his hand to push it safely away from his body, his eyes finally focusing on his friend and softening.Â
"Yeah, man, I promise."
"Great. Because I actually like it here, which I didn't think I'd say about a legal job." Steve snorts softly. "I guess it's fun to work with a friend."
"Yeah," Steve finally smiles fully. "It is."
"And I know you'd rather be doing it with Buckley, butâ"
Steve cuts him off with a shake of his head.Â
"Don't be stupid dude, even the bestest of friends need some time apart. And it's a blast working with you. The way you made that dude cry yesterday? Fucking priceless." He grins.Â
Eddie grins back.Â
"Yeah, love how he grabbed onto his wife."
They burst into snickers until a girl rushes past them, reminding them to get into positions. Eddie salutes, and parts with his dear friend.Â
"Please think about me fondly. I will miss you dearly," he sighs deeply, caressing Steve's bicep.Â
Steve plays along, reciprocating his longing gaze.
"I am missing you already, darling," he says, pressing a phantom of a kiss onto his hand.Â
Eddie snickers and skitters away towards his post. For the sake of the job and his sanity.Â
Eddie's determined to keep Steve's attention on himself instead of people-watching. Maybe constantly bothering him isn't the best course of action but stick to what you know, right?
"You're putting a damper on my fun, Harrington," he says behind Steve's shoulder as he's eyeing the outside.Â
"I know. I'm sorry." And he sounds genuinely regretful. Like his resolve is slowly falling apart, the point of childish games with his brother slowly getting forgotten.Â
"You know, you would scare him if you'd just put effort into all of the groups . Keep it at one hundred and you won't miss."
"Yeah, but that's tiring," Steve whines.Â
Eddie rolls his eyes.Â
"Oh my god, you're such a princess," he mutters.Â
"I'm not." Steve frowns, offended.
"Yes, you are."Â
Steve already knows there is no point in arguing with Eddie, so he only glares his way. It's not a huge win, but at least he's not looking out the window. Eddie pushes toward victory.Â
"And you could be having fun, too, if you weren't so focused on Henderson. I, for one, take pride and joy in my craft of making kids pee their pants," he says with reverence, hand pressed to his chest.Â
Steve raises his eyebrows.Â
"Yeah, and how many times have you managed that?"
"Zero, but I'm still enjoying myself! And I made one girl faint!"
Steve snorts.Â
"Yeah, you'd be proud of that."
"Well, not all of us can do that without the help of a horror setting." Eddie rolls his eyes. "Which, you could be using to your advantage too," he points out, capturing Steve's attention enough to maneuver him away from the window. "You scare a girl, then you take her to a quiet corner to calm her down, a perfect crime!" he throws his arms up but upon seeing Steve's frown, he backtracks.Â
"Well, not a crime, of course, but a little, uh, harmless mischief," he amends with an innocent smile.Â
Steve's shoulders sag as he sighs.
"Yeah, that was kind of my whole point of doing this. But it's harder than I thought," he says with a wince.Â
"Since when?" Eddie frowns in confusion. "I mean, yeah, your game has been off, but you always went for it anyway. Which, I respect as fuck by the way. I could never." He lets out a small, humorless laugh.Â
The room falls silent and when he looks up again, Steve is looking straight at him.
"You should try."
"Yeah, probably," he shrugs, but Steve remains unfazed.Â
"I'm serious. Go for it."Â
They engage in some serious staring competition that makes Eddie squirm, his whole skin itching.Â
"Dude, what are youâ"
"Have we not been flirting this whole time?"Â
Eddie blinks.Â
"Uh."
"I wanted this job so we could be alone for once."
"Uh."
"And I'm sorry for getting distracted with the Dustin thing, but I'm back on track now." Finally, his confidence wavers. "That is, if we're on the same one, you know. I might have completely misread the situation."
Eddie shakes his head.Â
"No, no. I was, uh, same track, page, yeah," he pulls a strand of hair over his reddening cheeks, but none of them moves.Â
"Sooo, are you going to, or am I supposed toâ"
"Oh, what the Hell," Eddie mutters, grabbing onto Steve's shirt to pull him forward. He places a lightly off-center kiss on his lips and can feel the body under his palms sagging with relief.Â
Steve hums softly.Â
"And you said my game was off," he mutters against his lips.Â
"Oh, you little shit." Eddie smirks dangerously before he presses in without his previous hesitance. If Steve wants to play, Eddie's good at making up his own rules.Â
They find a wall to rest against, and Steve's hand has just ventured to Eddie's ass when an ear-piercing shriek makes them jump apart.Â
"What! The fuck!" They can hear Dustin's voice, but he's trying to blind them with his flashlight, so his face stays hidden until the rest of the gang joins him. Someone's light shows his pale, shell-shocked expression.Â
"Why are you molesting my brother?!" He points accusingly at Eddie. "And you!" He turns to Steve, still braced against the wall. "You were groping my DM!"
Steve rolls his eyes.Â
"Please, I barely touched him," he scoffs.Â
"Yeah." Eddie crosses his arms to show his disappointment. "Because you so rudely interrupted."
"Ew! Ew ew ew ew ew!" Dustin covers his ears and moves forward, almost running into a wall in his haste to escape. The rest of The Party follows, though much calmer. Lucas even stalls behind to give the two older boys a thumbs up.Â
"Congrats." He grins before disappearing after his friends.Â
"Well..." Eddie trails off once the sound of distressed Dustin fades away. "I'd say we scared him pretty well, so, mission accomplished?" He smiles, throwing finger guns to sell his point better.Â
"Two missions, even." Steve smiles back, motioning him to come back closer.Â
"Two birds, one stone. Very time-saving of us." Eddie happily returns to his place in the other's orbit, which also means his ass is reachable again.
"We could go for two birds one hand later?" Steve offers, but all it does is make Eddie laugh loudly.Â
"Holy shit, you truly have no game, Harrington! You're lucky I dig it."Â
#steddie#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#mine#Halloween steddie#steddie spooktober#steddie fanfiction#cj x steddie spooktober
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oblivious - evan buckley x fem!reader
summary: buck and reader are both so stupid they can't realize they're in love with each other.
genre: fluffÂ
warnings: swearingÂ
pairing: evan buckley x fem!reader
word count: 803
note: omg not me in my writing era,,,, no but fr if this sucks, please spare me because it's my first time trying to write in years! please like n reblog if you like it! if u don't, please leave constructive criticism. i can take it, i'm not a little bitch :P
In the bustling firehouse atmosphere, Buck and I were rushing up the stairs after a call, hoping to get a bit of peace before the alarm went off again.
I throw myself down on the couch with Buck following suit, both of us still clad in our gear but finally catching our breath. I lean my head back on the couch and close my eyes, but Buck just had to ruin the silence with his big, fat mouth. "I think you might have scared the flames away for good with that one," he quipped, a playful smirk on his lips.
I rolled my eyes with a laugh, picking up a pillow and throwing it at his head. "Oh, please. Like you're one to talk, Mr. 'I Can Handle Any Blaze,'" I retorted, glaring at him with a smile on my face.
We continued back and forth, but our teasing was interrupted by the rest of the 118 walking over to the couch. Hen had a small smirk on her face and I knew she was about to say something stupid. She made it her mission to tease Buck and I every day. "Hey, lovebirds, save the flirting for after the shift," she joked, earning a chorus of laughter from the group.
Buck and I exchanged embarrassed glances, both our cheeks flushing slightly. I just huffed and stuck my finger up towards them, hoping to play it off like I didn't care. "Come on, guys, we're just friends," Buck protested, his tone slightly defensive.
"Yeah, we're friends just like the rest of you, fuck off." I added, feeling embarrassed as they all laughed at us. I turn my head slightly and glance at Buck, my eyes meeting his immediately.
They continued to tease us as they walked over to the kitchen area. Buck and I were still staring at each other. It felt like he was trying to say something but nothing was coming out. "Anyways, they're annoying." I chuckle nervously, trying to play it off as I stand up and walk towards the stairs.
I made my way down them but heard footsteps behind me. I glanced back and saw that Buck was following me. "Do you hate the idea?" Buck asked. His face was red and he was biting the inside of his cheek.
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously, my head tilting slightly. He sighed and grabbed my arm gently, tugging me behind the firetruck.
"Do you hate the idea of us being together? Does it gross you out? Would you like it? I mean give me something y/n." The words tumbled out of his mouth, his hands flying everywhere. He was looking anywhere but at me.
"Buck," I sigh softly, "Of course not. I wouldn't mind being with you." My eyes widen at the words that leave my mouth, watching his face snap towards mine as I begin to panic.
"I mean if that's what you want too!" I exclaimed, my hands shaking as I laughed nervously. My face felt like it was on fire. Oh god, I couldn't do this. I didn't wait for a reaction, I just spun on my heels but his arm stopped me.
Buck wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest as he looked down at me, smiling with a small blush on his cheeks. "I knew you couldn't resist me."
I roll my eyes and hit his chest with my hands, letting them rest on his shoulders. "You're insufferable, Buckley," I smile up at him and watch as he glances at my lips before dragging his eyes back up to mine.
I save him the effort and lean up, grabbing the back of his neck and slamming our lips together. My stomach felt like it was on fire as I run a hand through his tousled hair. His lips move against mine with hunger as I giggle into his mouth. "About damn time!"
We both pull away from each other startled, and look up to see Bobby and Hen standing on the balcony looking down at us. They both had huge smiles on their faces. "Eddie! Chim! You will not believe what you just missed!" Hen yelled again as Bobby whooped and clapped his hands. I laughed loudly as Buck slipped his arms around my waist again, pressing a kiss to my temple.
"We should have done this sooner," He mumbled, bumping his head on mine gently. I hum in agreement, "I know, we're too stupid." Buck shook his head and chuckled, pressing a small kiss to my lips. "No, we're smart, we just procrastinated," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. I pull away, my cheeks flushed as I shake my head. "Well, at least we did it now," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
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Please I just want to say I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK HUHBBDEUBYUVTYVTUOVY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you could come up with anything more on the Simon Riley Cut-bulk-the-bird-said-she-liked-me-big-thing I will be your servant forever.
tw: body talk (i headcanon simon as someone who shops in the big & tall section so i think his clothes would fit the body type of every reader. if you shop in that same section, imagine him being MORE bigger and taller than you. mans is 6'4 fr)
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(a few months later)
simon almost ripped the shirt off his body in frustration. another piece of clothing he had outgrown. he added it to the pile of clothes that he couldn't fit anymore. sleeves too tight, stomach pushing out the fabric. sure he was still in shape, could pass the military physical easily, but he was no longer the lean 22-year-old he once was, muscles now hidden under layers of fat. and he hated it.
there was a knock at the door. still a little pissed off, he opened it with more force than necessary, grunting out "what." before even looking down at who knocked. just his luck, it was you, the one person he tried to be nice to.
"what's got you so grumpy?" you smiled up at him, all sugar and spice. you loved simon's growls, the social anxiety and introvertedness he hid under irritation. it just made it more valuable whenever he laughed at one of your god-awful puns or let you lay on his shoulder. you were never second-guessing if he liked you, mostly because he hated everyone else.
"sorry, didn't see it was you. was jus' doing some spring cleaning." you laughed, a tinkling sound that transitioned into a snort. he loved your insane laughter, a real sound of joy. you peered around his large torso and spotted the pile of clothes on his bed. "doing a big donation, simon?" it was always a punch to the gut to hear his name come out of your mouth, laced with sarcasm and cheek. ever since he told you you could say it in private with him a month ago, you never stopped using it. "somethin' like that. clothes piss me off." you huffed, pushing past him easily as he let you into his room. he closed the door behind you, trying to calm his heart rate as he saw you, here, in his space. like you were his too.
"what did the poor fabric do to you?" you sorted through the clothes, seeing nothing wrong with most. they were all practical clothes, but none had noticeable holes or wear. he mumbled something, too low for you to catch it. "say that again?" he scratched his head and looked away, almost meek. "said they don't fit." ah, there was the problem. "that's okay. just means your muscles are too big." you tried to give a compliment, anything to get rid of the storms in his eyes. "nah. 've gotten fat." you put the shirt you were holding down with force, stomping over to where he had now taken a seat at his spare chair. you stepped between his legs, which opened easily for you. you gripped his chin and turned it towards you, forcing eye contact. "so what? just means you've been eating well, simon. nothing wrong with that."
he looked down, almost reminding you of a kicked puppy. "you don't care?" you weren't dating, yet, but you two had some sort of a romantic understanding. some acknowledgement of there being more, an exclusive connection between you two. "no. i like my men big. like when you can throw me around." he barked out a laugh, surprised at your admission. you smiled back, satisfied. getting a laugh out of him was 80% of the battle. "and these clothes are still good for something." his eyes were on you again, questioning.
you walked back to the bed, full of confidence now. turning to face him, you slowly grabbed the hem of your shirt, untucking it from your tactical pants. he wasn't wearing his mask, so you could see his mouth physically drop at the action. ever so slowly, you raised your arms, bringing your shirt with you. you tossed the shirt aside, standing in front of him with only your bra and pants on. his eyes were dark with desire and he made a move to stand up, but you commanded him with a sharp "sit." like a loyal guard dog, he lowered himself back into his chair, complete captivated.
turning back to the bed, you grabbed one of his outgrown sweatshirts and put it on. it smelled like him, that masculine scent tinged with the cologne he sometimes wore. "see?" you gestured to the sweatshirt, too big on you. "you just gave me a bunch of free clothes." he grunted, still fixated on the sweatshirt. his lack of response made you nervous. "what?" you asked. "give us a spin." you spun slowly, trying not to smile too much. god, the things this man does to you.
"'like seeing my last name on you."
now whose jaw was dropping?
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#fluff#ghost call of duty#tornadothoughts#big boy season#big boy simon#this man could throw ME around weiuhrobsfiehrbf
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dominance.
âŻâ summary. you've gotten your hands on him - now it's his turn to submit.
âŻâ a/n. short and sweet, barely edited, etc. brain is on some bullshit fr
âŻâ characters. zhongli. neuvillette. alhaitham. afab reader (neutral prns).
âŻâ cw. men getting pegged WOO YEAH!!!! each character will have their own individual tags prior to the writing. all lowercase.
zhongli.
cw. mating press. mild edging. masturbation.
"dearest, please... ahâ" zhongli moans - rather pathetically, too. "let me... let me... hngâ" he grunts, hips wiggling to meet your own with each thrust, but it's proving to be difficult as you suddenly push his tense thighs to his chest.
"sorry - what was that, cutie?" you mock lightly, a wicked grin on your face as you pound into his tight ass, "you gotta speak up." you coo as your pace slows down significantly and your spare hand flicks one of his hard, reddened nipples.
"agh," he groans, "s-stop tormenting me...!" his head throws back, exposing his neck for you to attack with nibbles and kisses. "mmh! beloved!" he whimpers when you do exactly that, one of his hands moving to gently grab the back of your head. "faster - harder, p-please...!"
he sounds so desperate. you can't help but finally grant his wish after hearing so much of his begging over the past hour.
"your wish is my command, pretty boy." you give him one hard thrust, causing him to hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure, "but, i do have a little request..."
"y-yes...?"
"touch yourself as i fuck you." you command, grabbing his hand on your head to wrap it around his own thick cock.
"mmh... so naughty..." he rasps. "a-alright, i will...do so - ah!" he breathily yells your name and his eyes roll back as you immediately pick up the pace and ferocity of your thrusts.
"what a good boy you are."
neuvillette.
cw. doggy style/from behind. you show him 0 mercy. he cries a lil bit (but it's outta pleasure i swear).
neuvillette pants - each breath hard and ragged. his hips are forced still by your command and your tightened grip on his narrow hips. his face digs into his folded arms, muffling some - but nowhere near all - of his whiny, desperate moans.
"enjoying this, neuvi?" you whisper into his red, flushed ear - double-checking, you understand that your pace may be overwhelming for him.
"j-just dandy!" he moans, eyes tearing up and rolled back as he tries to keep up with you.
"aw, gonna cry? so sweet..." you murmur, "what if i went faster?" you tease, knowing he's quickly already turned into a babbling mess of a man.
"mhm!" he hardly responds as his hands move to grab the pearly white sheets beneath him, nearly tearing them to shreds.
"hehe, you poor thing..." you snicker.
the moment you pick up the pace, he's already cumming all over those poor sheets...
alhaitham.
cw. riding. alhaitham a bit of a tsundere. spanking (like once lol.)
alhaitham refuses to give you the pleasure - the honor - of getting to hear him moan. and he also refuses to admit how good he feels right now. you've teased him far too much tonight, so now he's restricting a bit of your freedom as he rides the hell out of your strap.
and then you give his plush ass a nice whack with your hand. he groans loud and clear at last.
"good. give me more of that, you lazybutt." you insult light-heartedly, but you mean it with all the love in the world.
"ngh!" he groans again as he shifts position into a more comfortable one, riding you faster and harder than before. "n-not as lazy as you - especially right nowâ!" he retorts with a broken voice.
you slip a hand around his torso.
"what are you doing - ah!" he thrashes a little bit when your hand grasps his cock tightly before pumping it at an impossible pace.
"so sassy... do you need another lesson to learn?" you mock (lovingly).
"you are the one who needs a lessonâmmh!" he moans - high-pitched and whiny when you massage his balls with your other hand, causing him to cum right away...causing it to hit his chest and a bit of his face.
"oh? what was that?" you grin behind him.
he pants heavy and loud, unable to respond. for now, that is.
#đâ smut#đâ zhongli#đâ neuvillette#đâ alhaitham#zhongli x reader#zhongli smut#neuvillette x reader#neuvillette smut#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham smut#genshin smut#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader
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LOVE WAGER! 02
Synopsis: The concept of love resurfaces as you both agree to center your psychology project on the premise that love is a choice. You propose an intriguing idea to Jungkook: he must exert every effort to make you fall in love with him within a month, to back up his belief.
Pairings: jungkook x fem!reader
Genre: college au. strangers to friends to lovers. angst/romantic comedy.
Warnings: mentions of divorce parents, neglectful parents, mentions of depression, banter, cussing, ex girlfriends, flashbacks, jungkook low key being super mean and discarding peopleâs feelings, jungkook hard-key depressed, implications of sex.
a/n: hai⊠this is so long overdueâ exams month is coming and I had the biggest writers block fr but hereâs my beloved babies. Song of the chapterâ âlove is embarrassingâ by Olivia Rodrigo.
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Love.
Love is an intricate subject in its own right. Scientists elucidate it through the interplay of three cerebral chemicals: noradrenaline, dopamine, and phenylethylamine.
That's how Jungkook perceived love. He didn't subscribe to the notion of butterflies in the stomach or the fluttering heartbeat as justifications for love. To him, love was a scientific phenomenon, a complex emotion akin to sadness or jealousy-if he could evade such feelings, he would spare no effort.
But why did his stomach churn as if his organs were performing tiny somersaults whenever he gazed at you a tad too long? You were engrossed in the menu, pondering whether to get a burger or a slice of pizza.
Seated beautifully in your loose red Formula One shirt, Jungkook couldn't fathom how you managed to make that oversized shirt look so good.
Jungkook's eyes dropped to the ribbon in your hair, wondering why someone who was a full-on adult looked pretty, adorable even-with a red ribbon tied into a beautiful bow contrasting your skin and eyes. Your long eyelashes entranced him. He felt his stomach do something, a turn? Maybe his stomach was upset-he thought to himself.
Jungkook couldn't believe he found himself willingly sharing a table with you at the same dinner two years ago, he almost killed you at. He had moved to Emberhill U two years ago, ever since he moved out from his mom's house. Jungkook's life had gone to hell, which is exactly what his mind would tell him ever since his mom got a boyfriend. To make matters worse, he now had step-siblings.
He hated every bit of it. He wasn't jealous whatsoever.
It was the fact that his mom seemed to forget he even existed in the first place. Jungkook was hurt. He tried not to dwell or cry about it since he was a big boy-that's what he told himself now, pushing twenty-two, but still, part of his already broken heart shattered more.
How could your mom forget about her child? How could she not care about her only flesh and blood? He never told her that ever. Talking about his feelings with his mom was like talking to a brick wall that nothing could pass through. Plus, Jungkook wasn't good at communicating or talking about his feelings anyway. He found it embarrassing to lay yourself out there for someone to be able to discard you at any given moment.
Jungkook's dad wasn't any different as wellbeing too busy with work to even call him to ask his son if he was okay or how school is going. But the calls or text messages never came. Jungkook was used to it. It was his everyday. It was more shocking when he did call, but he wouldn't know what that would feel like since he never called ever since the divorce. Jungkook knew the divorce wasn't his fault whatsoever. His therapistâthat his high school counselor made him go toâbasically talked his ear off about how anything that happened wasn't his fault, but still, it felt like it was.
Ever since everything went down, his parents seemed to forget they had a child, who still needed them.
One advantage of his situation was the freedom to do as he pleased without his parents' interference. However, the downside was their lack of concern for his activities or just him in general. Jungkook was certain: if his parents didn't love him, who else in the world would? So, he didn't believe in love. When the two people meant to demonstrate unconditional love failed to do so, he doubted anyone else would. He would like to say that it didn't affect him and it's been years since everything, but deep down it still did.
Jungkook experiences a pang of guilt every time he looks at you. Perhaps it's the way he behaved when he first met you, the influence of the romantic comedy in your hands causing him to lash out at you.
Something about your ribbons makes him feel that youâre too innocent and naive for this worldâpart of him wants to shield you from its harsh realities, while another part wants to disillusion you about the cruelty of the world and the disparity between love in fairy tales and reality.
"Are you done daydreaming?" You say, interrupting his thoughts. Jungkook shakes his head, attempting to banish his thoughts before raising an eyebrow at your curious doe eyes. "I wasn't daydreaming," he states proudly, prompting a scoff from you, a grin tugging at Jungkook's lips.
"It was either daydreaming or checking me out since you were staring at me for a hot minute, but I decided otherwise since you have a girlfriend," you quip nonchalantly before calling the waiter to take your order.
"First of all, I donât have a girlfriend, and second of all, what if I was checking you out?" Jungkook challenges. He didnât know why he enjoyed getting on your nervesâany other person he would probably flip off and never give them the time of day, but instead, here he was with you doing the complete opposite.
"What happened to the girl from the dinner?" You question, your eyes finally meeting his brown ones. A glint of something passes over his eyes before disappearing as quickly as you saw itâso you thought maybe you had imagined it.
"Who?" Jungkook says, tilting his head to the side as he leans forward, his elbows propped on the table. "the one you mentioned to me two years ago? The one you discussed intimately," you mimic his voice. Jungkook's smile widens, amused by your jest.
"If you want to know so badly, we broke upâwell, she broke up with me," Jungkook clicks his tongue, observing your expressions closely. He notices the creases of your forehead whenever you are thinking or the way you bite your lower lip to contain a smile thatâs threatening to come out, each time Jungkook says something dumb.
"Oh, let me guess, she wanted love letters and sweet words whispered into her ear," you mock him, knowing he said that he didnât need to do any of that to keep a girl. "Youâre annoying, Ribbons," Jungkook shakes his head with a low soft chuckle.
You watch him pick up the menu and start scanning the items as you observe him. You notice how his jaw clenches momentarily before relaxing, his tongue poking on the inside of his cheek, making you wonder if you angered himâand if you did, maybe you should do it more often since he looked hotâ
Record scratch.
Your mind was playing games with you the more you watched the raven-haired boy. The more you realized he was the epitome of the boy you imagined whenever you were reading a book, the dimples on his cheeks, the scar right above his cheekbone, and the mole underneath his bottom lip had you wanting to ask him for his whole life story.
He also looks like those cute love song playlists that had all your favorite songs in them, but you knew from the way he acts around you, it was definitely a hard no and maybe you were delusional after all. So you try hard to shove those ideas into the back of your brain as far as you could.
"I knew that you couldnât keep a girlfriend," you shrug, prompting a gasp from him as he jokingly places a hand on his heart, as if you had just dealt him a mortal blow.
"Wow, YN doesnât think Iâm boyfriend material?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, shaking his head.
"Youâre literally everything that's not boyfriend material," you throw your head back with a laugh, observing his widened eyes with amusement evident on his face. "Ouch," Jungkook scoffs dramatically.
"What makes you say Iâm not boyfriend material?" he says, scanning the room for a waiter but finding none, before redirecting his attention to you.
"You donât believe in love, that's one way to start," you point out, eliciting a hum of agreement from him. "What's that got to do with being a good boyfriend? I assure you that a good boyfriend isnât necessarily head over heels in love," Jungkook says, as if imparting a valuable lesson, while your facial expression betrays you.
"The fuck? You literally hate everything related to love. Being a good boyfriend means doing cliche shit you hate doing so much, how could you possibly be boyfriend material?" you assert proudly, prompting an eye-roll from him.
"All that stuff is just superficial shit that everyone collectively agreed on. Itâs just embarrassing how people put themselves go through all that just to make someone likââ
"Love," you interject, earning yourself a glare from across the table.
"Like I was saying, I stand by the fact all those stupid romantic gestures are pointless. Society basically romanticized love and set up unrealistic expectationsâ everything just leads to heartbreak and disappointment," Jungkook continues, you watch how the hard expression on his face wavers to something more⊠sad, like he was talking from experience.
"Have you ever experienced love?" you inquire, not sure why since you guys werenât even friends in the first placeâthe only reason you found yourself sitting with him willingly was because of psychology class.
"What?" Jungkook is caught off guard by the sudden question.
"Have you ever been in love?" you reiterate, observing his expression harden once more. "No, never, and I donât plan to," Jungkook shrugs, going back to his usual cocky self in a blink of an eye, prompting yet another eye-roll from you, marking thirty-eighth.
You didnât get the chance to reply since a waiter came to your table, apologizing for taking so long to get to us before taking our orders.
You and Jungkook decided on sharing a pizza, and you obviously ordered a coke, which got Jungkook joking about how he isnât trying to make you choke again, which had the waiter shifting uncomfortably beside you both while Jungkook had an eating-shit grin on his face.
âThatâs not what he meant!â You chuckled nervously, your face reddening, matching your shirt from how embarrassed you are.
âNo, itâs okay, you don't have to explain,â the waiter said before excusing himself.
The moment the waiter was out of your line of vision, you turned your head to the boy whoâs sucking in his lips, trying not to laugh.
âWhat the fuck was that?â You glared, your eyebrows scrunching. âWhat, you both just have a dirty mind,â Jungkook shrugged, the grin on his face making you shift in your chair.
Jungkook's aura was unlike anything youâd ever stumbled upon, and you hated it. It made you want to know more about him than you should, the way he carried himself and talked had you questioning why? He wasnât so different from other boys you had met, besides the fact that he spoke his mind as if no one was around, not caring if he hurt your feelings or offended you. It was refreshing in some way, but it still made you want to pull your hair out.
âAlright⊠letâs change topics, Mr. Anti-Romantic,â you say, watching his smile widen.
âWhat?â You stared at him, trying to think what could possibly make him smile that much. You were sure your face would hurt if you possibly smiled that much.
âNothing, I just find it extremely hot when you call me that, it turns me on,â Jungkook said, leaning forward.
Okay, thatâs not exactly what you were imagining him saying. Your eyes widened momentarily, feeling your heartbeat rise. The smile not leaving his face had you feeling hot, as if the room temperature suddenly increased.
âUh⊠so, project,â you blinked rapidly.
âYeah, project,â Jungkook agreed, smile still on his face as he saw your cheeks flush with a reddish color.
âSo, any ideas about what our project can be about?â You said, grabbing the hair tie around your wrist and using it to make a ponytail, taking the ribbons out before tying your hair.
Two small strands fell from your face, tempting Jungkook's fingers to reach out and tuck them behind your ear. He wanted to slap himself back to reality since he never in his life thought those thoughts, not even with Haneul, whom he dated for five months, setting a record. He still remembered the reason she gave him for breaking up. It was laughable.
âJungkook, you donât even look at me with love, and I know you said when we first met that it was only attraction, but I thought you would change over time the more we hung out,â Haneul whimpered, tears gathering around her eyes as Jungkook just stared at her, not knowing what to say. Because yes, he did tell her it was all attraction, and itâs still only attraction to this day for him.
âYou donât hold my hand or give me kisses, you donât even give me flowers,â Haneul cried, her voice cracking with each word she said.
âI told you, I donât do that stuff,â Jungkook said. He felt bad for her since he knew she deserved better, but he didnât feel bad about not doing those things for her since he told her he wouldnât and never would do them. And she agreed, so why was she crying about it now when she agreed to it five months ago?
âI know you did, but I thought you just⊠fuck, you havenât even introduced me to your family,â a crack is heard from Jungkook's heart, but not for the girl in front of him crying her heart out, but for himself, because yeah, he had no family he could take a girl home to, since he had no home at all. He had a house, but it was as empty as he was.
âHaneul, I told youââ
âYeah, that you will never do that! I get it, okay? I get it, but fuck, how can you not care? Do you not feel anything when it comes to me?â The girl wept more, which had Jungkook sighing.
âI like you, Haneul,â Jungkook replied. âI love you, Jungkook, canât you tellâŠâ she whispered, a choked sob leaving her lips as she looked up at the man whoâs just standing in front of her like nothing.
âIâm sorry,â that's all Jungkook said⊠because what else could he say? It was either that or that he didnât love her, but to not take it personally since he didnât love anything?
So instead, he said the only thing he could muster without his voice cracking.
âLove,â Jungkook finally says, his statement catching you off guard, widening your eyes in surprise.
âLove? I thought you hated love,â you raise an eyebrow, perplexed by his sudden declaration.
âI do, but love is psychological. We can discuss how we, as humans, have the ability to choose whether we fall in love or not,â Jungkook articulates.
âThatâs not how love works, Jungkook,â you retort, to which he responds with a disapproving nod. âIt does, though,â Jungkook rebuts.
âIt doesnât. Love is not something we can choose and pick, it just happens,â you try to explain.
âYou believe love just happens, but I disagree, respectfully,â Jungkook adds, causing you to tilt your head curiously, intrigued by his perspective. âIâve held on for too long without being in love since I said I wouldnât fall in love,â he concludes.
âThatâs because you havenât met anyone you actually want to try with⊠maybe you just havenât met your soulmate,â you suggest, annoyance evident on Jungkookâs face the moment you mention the concept of soulmates.
âSoulmates donât exist, ribbons,â Jungkook snickers.
âI beg to differ,â you cross your arms, adamant in your belief. âI donât know what fantasy lovey-dovey world you live in, but soulmates are just made up,â Jungkook shrugs casually.
âMaybe you are right about the fact that you get to choose who you fall in love with since I know for a fact I would never fall in love with you,â you spitefully state.
Jungkook nods, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth that catches him off guard. Perhaps it was the fact that someone had just openly admitted they wouldnât want to love himâreminding him of the kid he once was, desperately begging his parents to love him. But wasnât this what he was trying to prove in the first place, that love was a choice? Then why did it hurt to hear you say those words out loud?
âAtta girl, finally got it huh,â Jungkook smirks, ignoring the pang of hurt in his chest. âAlright then, if we did do that for our project, letâs say we argued that love is a choice and it doesnât happen. How do we prove that?â you question.
Silence fills the table as you both brainstorm ideas, trying to back up this argument.
âI got it,â you say, as if a light bulb just appeared on top of your head. Jungkook nods, encouraging you to continue.
âWhat if we spend a month with you doing absolutely everything to make me fall in love with you? And I mean do all that clichĂ©, romantic shit I love that you hate so much. Since I know for a fact that I choose not to fall in love with you, we can discuss how, even if a person does everything right, you still get to choose who you love,â you explain carefully, ensuring he understands your proposal.
âItâs a good idea for the project; we could use ourselves to illustrate how we pick and choose who we love, like you said,â you try to convince him, giving him the benefit of the doubt after he convinced you of his beliefs. You knew you would never fall for him, even if he did everything you ever read in books and saw in movies.
âWe can call it the Love Wager,â you finish, scanning his face as he contemplates the idea.
Jungkookâs mind races, unsure if he likes the idea or absolutely hates it. On one hand, it could earn him a good grade, given the strong rationale behind it, using yourselves as an experiment to support your argument. But on the other hand, the thought of spending a month doing everything he had vocally despised for the past five years gave him the heebie-jeebies.
âAlright then, the Love Wager operation starts,â Jungkook agrees instead, while you clap happily. âOh my god yay, this might give me an A plus,â you celebrate, giggling as Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
âItâs a long story; I just hate psychology,â you say, to which he nods in response.
âWell, we have a month together, so start explaining why you hate it so much,â Jungkook says nonchalantly, and before you could reply, the waiter hurriedly returns to your table, apologizing for the wait, mentioning the kitchenâs struggle with the influx of orders. But you keep your eyes on the boy in front of you, who looks at the waiter, reassuring him itâs okay.
The smell of fresh, hot pizza fills your nostrils as you finally snap out of your trance, looking down at the pizza the waiter is sliding onto the table, cautioning you both that it is extremely hot. The waiter continues to place all the food you ordered on the table before leaving with a bow.
âIâm starving, oh my god,â Jungkook moans as he picks up a slice of pizza and takes a bite, ignoring the steam.
âHow is that not burning your tongue, oh myâŠâ you begin to say, but youâre interrupted as you take a bite of your own slice, immediately regretting it as you burn your tongue. âAh, ah, ha,â you drop the pizza onto your plate, sticking your tongue out and fanning your mouth with your hand. A small laugh escapes from Jungkook as you shoot him a snarky glare.
âHe literally just told you it was hot, ribbons,â Jungkook says, grabbing a napkin from the container and reaching over to wipe some sauce off your lips and face. The fanning from your hand halts as you stare at his focused face, feeling yourself heat up again, but this time itâs not your mouthâitâs your cheeks.
âWhy did you just do that?â you ask before you can stop yourself, as he sits back down properly. âIâm starting my boyfriend material journey, you know, since the project?â Jungkook says casually, taking another bite of pizza, watching you in surprise as you shockingly observe him not being fazed by the burning food in his mouth, chewing happily.
âOh⊠weâre starting right now?â you gesture to the table between you both, indicating âright nowâ. âYeah, we only have one month, letâs make it worth it,â he says, diving back into his food.
God, this month was definitely going to be a roller coaster.
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Overprotective mate (Azriel x f!reader)
Summary:
You offer Azriel a place at your house, to get away from Nesta and Cassianâs lust. You get injured on a mission for Rhys, and Azriel goes all mother hen mode.
Warnings:
Mentions of intimacy
Blood, injury
Mentions of alcohol
Tropes:
Who did this to you?
Friends to lovers
Note:
Hey lovelies, this is my first fic on here, so please be nice. I really enjoy writing and drooling over fictional characters, and I know you do too. So letâs feed our delusion together. I know yâall are thirsting over Azriel as much as I am.
Enjoy x
Y/n
I knock on Nesta and Cassianâs door, clothed in my fighting leathers.
The door knob twists and the door freaks, as I spot Nestaâs head poking through the door.
âY/n, what are you doing here?â She asks as he opens the door fully.
âComing to see you, and also to talk to Azriel about somethingâ I tell her.
She steps aside to let me in, and I do. The door closes behind me, and the warmth of the house hits my body.
My back is facing her, so she walks around me to face my front.
âSorry about the mess, I was going to clean it up, but I got a little distractedâ she says, a hint of a smirk on her lips.
âOkay ew, I did not need to know thatâ I say, making a disgusted face, and she just chuckles in response.
âNes whoâs hereâ a male voice says, as it enters the hallway weâre standing in.
âCassianâ I say smiling at him.
âY/n!â He squeals, and runs over to hug me.
He lifts me off the floor easily, and spins me around.
I laugh, as I hug him back.
He lets me down, and stands next to Nesta.
âWhereâs Az?â I ask them both.
They look towards the living room, and I take that as a hint.
I leave my weapons in the hallway, and head into the living area.
As I enter I canât spot him, but I hear some noises coming from the kitchen, so naturally I head towards them.
When I enter, I spot Azriel with his back to me.
He has a towel slung over one of his shoulders, and the water is running in the sink. Heâs clothed in his Illyrian fighting leathers, sculpting his body like a god.
âYou just got done with your morning workout?â I ask, to make him aware of my presence.
He turns around, not at all startled, and just leans against the counter.
âY/n. What are you doing here?â He asks, as he sips from the water bottle he must have been filling up.
Fuck he looks insanely good. His hair is damp from his workout, and his cheeks are slightly tinted. His skin is glowing from the sweat, but he still manages to smell absolutely divine.
âIâm actually here to talk to youâ I say, as I place my elbows on the kitchen isle in front of me, leaning forward.
âOkayâŠabout what?â He asks me, putting down his water bottle.
âWell I have an offer for youâ I tell him.
âWhat kind of offer?â He questions.
âTo come live with me, instead of the two horndogs youâre living with right nowâ I answer him.
He raises his eyebrows in confusion.
âLook I have a spare room in my little cottage on the edge of the city, and Iâm barely ever home. So do you need somewhere private and quiet to stay, my place is openâ I explain to him.
âOh uhm, are you sure?â He asks.
Honestly Iâm kind of shocked heâs agree so quickly. I mean I would want to get away from Nesta and Cassianâs fucking too, but I expected him to mull it over more.
âYeah of course. Itâs no trouble. Besides as I said, Iâm almost never home, so youâd basically have the place to yourselfâ I tell him.
âThatâs generous of you, but I would have to talk to Nesta and Cassian about it firstâ he says, as he puts his towel down on the counter.
âYeah, no of courseâ I say, and he gives me a slight nod, before walking off to find them.
*about 15 minutes later*
âWhy do you have to leave us Az? I liked having you hereâ Cassian whines, as me and Azriel are standing in the hallway, ready to leave.
âItâs okay babe, weâll have the house all to ourselves nowâ Nesta grins at him.
That makes him shut up, and grin back.
I roll my eyes and pick up my weapons.
âYouâll be free to visit anytimeâ I tell them both, and they nod at me.
âOkay you ready?â I ask Azriel, as I offer up my arm.
He links his in mine, and I winnow us out.
ââââââ
We land in my own hallway, and I let go of his arm.
Again, I put my weapons down, and he does as well.
âOkay, you want me to show you around?â I turn to look at him.
He just nods. Not exactly a man of many words.
I walk left and into the living room.
âOkay, so here is the small living area, and in there is the kitchenâ I say, pointing to an archway leading from the living room.
Then I walk back into the hallway.
âThat door leads to a small bathroomâ I hint to the door on the right.
âOkay thatâs everything downstairs, so let me show you upstairsâ I start walking up the stairs.
I can hear him following me as I lead us both up to the second floor.
As we reach the top of the stairs, there is a little hallway, with several doors on each side.
âOkay so uhm, this door leads into my room, and a private bathroom that connects with itâ I say as I hint for the door on the left.
I walk in a little further, until I reach the first door on the right.
âAnd itâs basically the same in here, but you can feel free to explore it yourselfâ I continue.
He just nods in understanding.
I walk further until I reach two glass doors. I open them and walk out into a little balcony.
âSo this is just a little comfort place, but I mostly use it for reading, drinking, and a landing spot for when I fly inâ I explain to him.
Then I turn around to face him.
Heâs just looking around him, studying everything.
âOkay well, I have to leave, but Iâll be back sometime tonight. Iâll try not to make a soundâ I say, and he snaps his head to mine.
Again he just nods, and I take that as a hint for me to leave.
I turn around to walk back into the house when he speaks.
âY/n?â
I turn around again to face him.
âThank youâ he smiles softly.
âOf courseâ I smile warmly back, before turning back around again, and walking into the hallway.
*hours later*
I winnow into my room, and land on the floor with a thud. I try to be more quiet as I stumble back steadily on my feet.
The wound on my hipbone is throbbing, and I need to attend to it now.
I promised Azriel Iâd be quiet when I returned home, but Iâve not done so well this far.
I make my way over to my bathroom, grabbing some rubbing alcohol and a cloth. Then I stumble back into the bedroom, and take a seat on the bed.
I drop my weapons and every other thing I was carrying on the floor, as I try to unbutton my corset.
Fuck why does it have to be so difficult. I try not to moan out in pain, as my wound keeps on throbbing.
I was attacked by several water wraiths on my mission for Rhys. And I made my way out fine, except for the open wound on my hipbone.
But luckily I achieved what I wanted, and I was able to retrieve the item he sent me for.
Although that would be no help if I couldnât deliver it to him in the morning. And right now, by the looks of the wound, I needed some serious healing.
There was some kind of poison in my wound and Iâd try to extract it with my magic, to no avail.
Iâd have to go to a healer tomorrow, but now I just wanted sleep.
I finally pull off my corset, and throw it on the floor, as I lift up my white linen shirt to get better access to the wound.
I grab the cloth and rubbing alcohol, pouring some on it, as I press the cloth to my flesh.
I scream in pain, as the alcohol connects with my open and fresh skin. Blood is already dripping everywhere, and I bite down on my lip to refrain from screaming again.
The last thing I want is to wake up Azriel.
The someone bursts through my door.
âY/n!â Azriel says panicked, as he flings the door open.
I snap my head to him, and curse myself for waking him.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to wake youâ I apologize as he heads over to me.
âWhat happened?â He asks, avoiding my apology.
He bends down in front of me, and kneels as he takes a look at my hand pressed firmly on my wound.
âLet me see itâ he demands, as he looks up at me.
âNo Iâm fine. Go back to bedâ I argue, as I wave him away.
âThereâs no fucking way Iâm leaving you like thisâ he curses, and Iâm shocked at his sudden angry tone.
He notices and softens, as he speaks again.
âJust let me help youâ he pleads, looking into my eyes, and I give up.
I raise my hand and cloth from the wound, revealing to to him.
âWho did this to you?â He ask as he removes the cloth slowly from my hand.
I let him.
âWater wraithsâ I answer, as he moves his hand to my shirt.
He lifts it slightly higher, and I shiver as his fingers grazes my skin lightly.
He looks up into my eyes asking for permission to tend to my wound.
I just give him a slight nod, and he presses the cloth carefully onto my skin again.
I wince, as I grab onto his shoulder in reaction.
He cleans the wound thoroughly, and patches me up. He even uses some of his own magic to soothe out the pain.
As heâs finished I immediately feel relief wash over me.
âYouâre gonna have to see a healer tomorrowâ he says a he takes the alcohol and cloth into the bathroom.
âI will. After I talk to Rhysâ I tell him.
âHe sent you on this dangerous mission?â He questions as he turns around to walk back into my bedroom.
I donât answer him, and use my magic to change from fighting leathers into a simple nightgown.
I let my hair stay in the messy braid it already is, before I crawl into my bed.
âGoodnight Azriel, and thank youâ I say as I get comfortable.
He sighs and heads over to my door. He halts before walking out.
âAnytime you need me, Iâm here. No matter what it isâ he says, and I donât get to respond before he vanishes out of my room, closing the door behind him.
I try not to think about it, as I close my eyes, waiting for sleep to pull me in. And eventually it does.
*next morning*
I open my eyes to sunlight beaming through my curtains. I shift to sit up in my bed.
As I lift my nightgown, I notice that my wound has worsened overnight. Although the throbbing sensation isnât as bad as it was last night. Thanks to Azriel.
I get out of bed, and pull on some pants, as well as a red loose linen shirt, also pulling on a pair of simple black boots.
I look in the mirror to spot my hair a mess, so I take out the braid, and twist my hair into a messy bun, using a large hair pin to secure it.
Then I decide to head downstairs.
As I walk down, I hear some grumbling and clinking of metal, sounding from the kitchen.
I walk into the living room, and further into the kitchen, where I spot Azriel, cooking food.
Thatâs something I never thought Iâd see.
He must notice my presence, because he turns his head slightly to the side, sliding his eyes over my body.
I canât help but feel tingles as he roams his gaze over me.
âYou feeling better?â He asks as he turns his head back around.
I debate whether I should tell him about the spreading of the wound or not. But I do, as heâs probably gonna demand to see it anyways.
âA little yeah, your magic helped a lot with the pain. But the poison has spreadâ I say, sitting down at the small kitchen table.
âLet me see itâ he demands as expected, turning his full body around to face me.
I sigh, and lift up my shirt to the expose the infected wound.
He curses under his breath, and strides over to where Iâm sitting.
âIâm gonna kill Rhys for letting this happen to youâ he says angrily.
âAz itâs fine. I chose to go. Rhys didnât force meâ I explain to him.
âYou got hurt y/n. Badlyâ he looks into my eyes.
Heâs standing in front of me, making me look up at him.
âI told you, Iâm fineâ I say again.
He lifts my chin up slightly, placing a hand under it.
âIâm coming with you to the town houseâ he says and walks away, back to whatever heâs cooking.
I sigh, knowing I wonât be able to stop him. If he wants to come, heâs gonna come.
ââââââ
Me and Az are standing in the living room in the town house with Rhys.
âWhy did you let her leave when you knew how dangerous it was?â Azriel asks Rhys mad.
Heâs been cursing out Rhys for the past five minutes now, for letting me go on a mission with him. Iâve been trying to stop Az but he wonât listen to me.
âAzriel. She wanted to go herself. And Iâm sorry she got hurt. But you canât put this on meâ Rhys says calmly, trying to reason with Az.
âI donât fucking care! This IS your fault! If it was Feyre that got hurt, how would you have reacted then huh?â Az argues, but Rhys is just standing with his arms crossed over his chest.
âDo not bring Feyre into thisâ Rhys warns.
âBring me into what?â A soft voice asks from behind.
We all turn our heads to spot Feyre, Mor, Nesta and Cassian all standing in the hallway, looking at us.
âItâs nothing guysâŠâ I try to tell them.
âThen why does Azriel look like heâs gonna rip Rhysâs head off?â Cassian asks confused.
I sigh heavily, taking a deep breath.
âRhys sent y/n on a dangerous mission and almost got her killed. And then he doesnât even careâ Azriel explains to them, and they all turn their heads to Rhys.
âHeâs being over dramatic. Y/n wanted to go herselfâ Rhys tries to explain calmly to the others.
âOver dramatic? Have you seen her fucking wound?â Azriel curses, very angry.
Everyone looks shocked at Azrielâs swearing. Heâs the quiet type, and rarely gets angry in front of others. Especially angry with us.
âAzâŠplease calm down..â I say breaking the silence.
âI wonât calm down when you could have died y/nâ he yells at me.
âWhy are you yelling at me? Iâm just trying to talk to youâ I answer a little annoyed at him for yelling at me, when itâs Rhys heâs actually angry with.
He doesnât answer and just tries to steady his breathing instead. Then Cassian walks over to me.
âLet me see your injury y/nâŠâ he tells me quietly, to not trigger Azriel.
I lift up my shirt to show the infected wound, spreading more and more over my body.
He slaps his hand over his mouth, as he looks at it, and the girls run over to see how bad it is. They too look scared as they inspect the wound.
âRhys this is not a normal wound. I think sheâs been poisonedâ Feyre says as she looks at her mate.
He walks over to me to see it for himself, and raises his eyebrows in shock as he sees it.
âFuck. Iâm sorry y/n. I shouldnât have let you go on that mission for meâ he apologizes.
âNo itâs fine, I wanted to myselfâ I tell him, and he gives me an apologetic smile.
âAzriel please donât be mad at him for thisâŠâ I say as I look over at him.
âAz come on manâŠweâll take her to a healerâ Cassian adds as well, trying to get his attention.
I sigh, moving away from the others and walking over to him.
Heâs standing with his arms crossed over his chest, and I move my hands to them, to untuck his tight grip.
As I touch his arms, he rests a little into me, letting me touch him.
âYou promised youâd go with me to the healerâŠâ I say at a desperate attempt to get his attention.
Finally he looks up at me.
âFine. But weâre leaving nowâ he agrees, but doesnât show any emotion.
The others donât say anything as he strides to the front door to leave as fast as he can.
I wait to follow him, turning my attention to the others.
âIâll talk to him alright? Heâll be fine, he just needs to calm downâ I tell them.
They nod their heads, and I move the front door, to leave with Az.
ââââââ
We arrive at the healer, and a kind fae named Victoria inspects my wound.
I am sitting on a medical bed, while Azriel is standing in the corner, arms crossed over his chest.
âYour wound has been poisonedâ Victoria says as she touches my skin slightly.
âYeah we kind of figured that part out ourselvesâ I joke slightly.
She touches my wound and I wince.
âIâm sorryâ she says, pulling away.
âItâs fine, just help me pleaseâ I say, stealing a quick glance over at Azriel.
His face is blank, watching every movement.
Victoria walks over to a little table, grabbing some herbs and medicine, before walking back over to me.
âIâll put these herbs on your wound, and it should heal in about a week. I will also give you these pills for the pain. And I would highly advise you to take it slow, and not do anything to livid, so it can heal fasterâ she tells me, putting the herbs on the infected wound.
I nod my head in understanding.
âIâll be careful, and postpone any energetic exercises until itâs fully healedâ I tell her.
She smiles warmly at me.
âShould anything go wrong, you come to me alright?â She asks as she bandages up my wound again.
âOf courseâ I smile at her, standing up from the bed.
I walk over to the door and Azriel follows me.
âOh and remember to change your bandage dailyâ she adds quickly, and I nod again, before walking out of her little office.
Me and Azriel walk into the sunny streets of Velaris, and a light breeze blows by.
âSee I told you it was fineâ I say, trying to lighten Azrielâs mood.
âYou got luckyâ he answers coldly, and I roll my eyes.
âAre you still in a mood? Stop being so over dramaticâ I say as I turn to look at him.
âIâm not over dramatic. Iâm just being protective. I hate seeing you hurtâ he tells me and I feel my heart jump a beat at his words.
âWell Iâm glad you care about me Az, but I donât want you to flip out on everyone because I got hurtâ I say, as I cross my arms over my chest.
He doesnât say anything, and just looks down at the ground in silence.
I sigh.
âCan we go back to the town house now? And can you please promise me that you wonât stay mad at Rhys?â I ask him, and he looks up at me.
âI promise to tryâ he answers me, and I sigh in defeat, knowing thatâs the best answer Iâll get.
Then we walk back, heading towards the town house.
ââââââ
âWeâre back!â I yell as we enter the town house.
I take off my shoes and coat and walk into the living room, where I find all of them chatting amongst themselves.
âY/n howâd it go?â Rhys asks as Azriel comes up behind me.
âIt went fine actually. The nurse put some herbs on my wound to kill the poison, and some pills for the pain. But it should be healed in about a weekâ I say smiling softly at him.
âThatâs great y/nâ Feyre tells me, and I smile at her too.
Rhys looks at Azriel staring behind me, and guilt flashes his face.
âAzâŠcan we please squash it. Itâs my fault I know. I shouldnât have sent y/n on that missionâ he says, looking at Azriel.
I hear Az sighing behind me, placing a gentle hand on my back, before speaking.
âJust donât do it againâ he says, accepting Rhysâs apology.
Rhys smiles contently.
Then I spit Cassian looking at the hand Azrielâs placed on my back, and he smirks.
Azriel notices Cassian too, and immediately pulls his hand back.
Cassian just chuckles at his reaction.
âWhy donât we go to Ritaâs tonight? I think we all need itâ I suggest.
âCan you drink with your injury?â Mor asks looking at me.
âYeah as long as I donât drink too much I should be fine. Tell you what Iâll be the responsible parent tonightâ I answer.
âYou know I could actually get down for thatâ Feyre agrees.
âMe tooâ Nesta adds.
âMe threeâ Cassian says, agreeing with everything his mate says.
The others nod in agreement as well.
âOkay great. We leave in thirtyâ I say, and walk towards the stairs, to go upstairs and get ready.
ââââââ
Iâm wearing a short, black, backless glitter dress, with some black heels. Iâve got my hair hanging down in loose waves, and some golden hoops in my ears.
I head downstairs to where the others are standing. Mor is wearing a red, satin, slit dress. Feyre is wearing a midnight blue, strapless dress. And Nesta is wearing an all black one, with long sleeves.
All the guys are clothed in the same black dress pants and shirts. The top buttons undone to show their muscular chests.
ïżŒâMor I love your dressâ I smile at her.
âThanks babes. You look hot â she winks back.
âYeah you look beautiful y/nâ Azriel adds as well.
I look at him, kind of surprised at this sudden compliment. The others have the same reaction, as they look between us.
âThanks AzâŠâ I say awkwardly.
Feyre spots the obvious tension, and decides to interfereâ
âLetâs go shall we?â
Rhys nods his head and opens the door, and we all leave.
ââââââ
Azriel
I watch y/n as she dances and laughs with the other girls. She looks absolutely stunning, I canât tear my eyes away from her.
I should have never anything earlier, although she didnât seem to bother.
âHey AzâŠyou might wanna avert your gaze somewhere else for a whileâ Rhys says from beside me, in our little booth.
âWhatâ I turn to look at him.
âYouâve been watching y/n like a hawk for the last thirty minutes nowâ he answers, smirking a little.
âWhat are you talking about?â I ask, even though I know heâs right.
âAz youâre completely eye fucking herâ Cassian says as well, and I roll my eyes.
âI am notâ I snap at him.
âWhatever you sayâ he grins.
I roll my eyes at him again, standing up.
âWhere are you going?â Rhys asks confused.
âTo get a drinkâ I answer shortly, and stride for the bar.
Y/n
âIâm tired can we sit down?â Feyre asks as another song comes on.
âYeah Iâm tired tooâ Mor adds.
âYeah okayâ I say, and we walk out of the crowd.
I head towards our little booth, where Cassian and Rhys are both sitting. No Azriel though.
âHey, you guys done already?â Cassian asks as Nesta sits down next to him.
âYou try to dance for an hour straightâ she snaps at him, and he just laughs, placing a hand on her thigh.
âHey whereâs Azriel?â Feyre asks, taking a seat next to her mate.
Mor moves next to Feyre and I move next to Nesta.
âHe said he was getting a drink, but heâs been gone for a while nowâ Rhys answers, looking out in the crowd for him.
âAzriel never drinksâ I say, as I take a sip of Cassianâs from the table.
âHeyâ he snaps at me, but I just glare at him.
âMaybe you should go looking for him y/nâ Nesta says, looking at me.
âWhy me?â I ask her.
âBecause no one else wants toâ she answers shortly.
âFineâŠâ I sigh, and get up.
I walk over to the crowd again to see if I spot him. I try to look over all the dancing bodies, but I canât see him. Instead I take a quick look over at the bar, but I donât find him there either.
I stand up on my tiptoes, searching for him, when I feel a pair of two large hands on my waist.
I turn around quickly, to find two drunken hazel eyes staring at me.
âAzrielâ I say in surprise, as heâs standing very close.
Weâre in the middle of the crowd, with several sweaty bodies pressed up against each other, making very little space for us.
He keeps his hands on my waist, while trailing his eyes all over my body. I blush slightly at his gaze, but try to hide it.
His grip tightens, and he pulls me into him, making my hands go to his chest in support.
Then he angels his head, moving his gaze to my lips. His fingers trace the bare back thatâs not covered by my dress, and I slightly shiver.
âAzriel what are you doingâŠâ I say lowly, as his fingers trail over my bare skin.
He doesnât respond and instead moves his head to my ear, whispering.
âYou look beautiful my loveâŠâ
I feel heat rise to my cheeks again at his words.
âYouâre drunkâ I respond slowly.
âI still think youâre absolutely divineâ he speaks again and I donât move.
He moves away from my ear, only for his face to be inches from mine.
My breathing gets heavy and I struggle to keep eye contact. What is happening to me?
âWe should head back to the othersâŠâ I tell him.
âShould we?â He questions, looking at my lips again.
âYesâŠâ I breathe out, pulling away from him hesitantly.
He lets go of me, and I turn away, walking away from the crowd once again.
I can feel him following me, so I donât stop.
As we reach our booth, the others turn to look at me. And Azriel, who comes up next to me, placing a hand on my waist.
âI see you found himâ Rhys says, gazing towards the hand on my waist.
âUh yes I didâ I respond, moving to sit next to Nesta again.
âI canât believe Iâm even saying this. But is Azriel drunk?â Mor asks, grinning a little, as she looks at him.
âMhmâŠâ I nod in reply.
Her grin turns even wider, and I see the others mouths turning up as well.
Then Azriel decides to move next to me, despite the also empty spot next to Mor, and sits down.
He doesnât seem embarrassed, as he moves as close as possible to me.
I shift in my seat nervously, as his body heat and scent radiates onto my own.
âHey buddy, why are you clinging to y/n so much huh?â Cassian asks, a wide smirk plastered on his face, and I glare at him.
âYeah Az, please elaborate on this sudden infatuation with our dear friend y/n hereâ Mor adds, and I shoot her a glare too.
âWhat do you mean suddenâŠâ Azriel responds shortly, as he turns his head to her.
Feyre and Mor gasp in shock, and Nesta chuckles as I blush badly.
âSheâs so beautifulâŠâ he mumbles, pushing some hair off my shoulder.
I sit completely still, as I feel his piercing gaze on me.
I hear Cassian struggle not to laugh his ass off, and I see the others grinning like hell.
âHey AzâŠmaybe we should go backâ I say, turning to look at him.
âNo donât leave yetâ Mor whines.
âNo itâs fine, Iâll take him with me to my cottage. I promised to be the responsible parent right?â I say smiling a little.
âMaybe sheâs right. I think Azriel needs to go to bedâ Rhys agrees.
âFineâŠâ Mor sighs in defeat, and I smile a little.
Then I turn to Azriel again, moving to stand up. He rises from his seat, and I follow.
âCome on big guyâŠâ I say as I link my arm in his and walk for the exit.
âHave fun!â Cassian winks and I flip him off.
The others laugh as I lead Azriel out of Ritaâs.
ââââââ
We arrive at my small cottage and I stumble us inside.
I flip off my heels and drag Azriel with me upstairs. Then I lead him into his bedroom and sit him on the bed.
As I try to walk away, he grabs my waist, pulling me in between his legs. I steady my hands on his shoulders in response.
He then rubs circles with his thumbs in soothing motion, and I tug my hair behind my ears.
His hands move up to my waist and up to my bare back again, pushing me closer to him. My thighs are touching his, and my hands have moved to rest comfortably on his neck and shoulders.
âIâm sorry for making you angryâ he apologizes.
âIâm not angry Azâ I answer him.
âYouâre not?â He questions.
âNo. I was annoyed with you, but not anymoreâ I tell him, as I move a hand to stroke his cheek.
He smiles slightly.
âGoodâ
One of his hands move to my neck, pulling it down towards his face. I follow his lead, leaning down.
He moves my face slowly towards his, before brining his lips to mine softly.
Iâm taken back by surprise, but donât hold back, as I get more comfortable. I decide to sit on his lap, and he immediately places his hands on my waist to keep me in place.
I kiss him passionately, keeping my hands on his face, to cup his cheeks.
But then I realize what Iâm doing and pull away.
âShit I shouldnât have done thatâ I say, standing up from his lap.
âNo y/n wait-â
âNo you need to go to bed Azrielâ I cut him off, striding towards the door.
âY/n pleaseâ I hear him beg behind me, but I continue to walk out and into my own room.
When I get into my own bedroom, I shut the door closed, and throw myself on the bed.
I slip off my dress, and put an oversized t-shirt to sleep in. Then I force myself to go to sleep, pushing away all my feelings. And also the fact that Azriel is my fucking mate.
ââââââ
I wake up and walk down into the kitchen. Azriel hasnât woken up yet luckily.
I decide to grab some juice from the fridge, and drink straight from the bottle, before I hear steps entering the kitchen.
I donât even turn around as his presence fills the room.
âGood morningâŠâ he says quietly, heading over to where Iâm standing.
âMorningâ I respond shortly, not turning around.
He reaches the fridge and I turn around to face the counter, as he moves past me.
âY/n about last nightâŠIâm sorryâ he starts to apologize.
âFor what?â I ask boldly, my back still facing him.
âFor leading you on, and making you kiss me. It was foolish of meâ he admits, and I can feel him standing close.
âI wanted to kiss youâ I say turning around, and leaning my back against the counter.
He only raises his eyebrows in shock and confusion.
âYou were drunk, I just didnât wanna take advantage of youâ I continue, sitting up on the counter, my feet dangling off the edge.
My t-shirt is only long enough to cover my ass, so when I sit, it rises up my thighs. Azriel takes a notice of this and steals a glance at the bare skin of my thighs, before speaking.
âWell I appreciate that but uhmâŠactually IâŠâ he stutters as he talks. Unusual.
âYou whatâŠâ I urge for him to keep going.
He only walks closer to me, placing his hands on my thighs. I shiver at his touch, knowing his shadows can sense it.
âSay it AzrielâŠâ I tell him as I wrap my arms around his neck.
âYouâre myâŠâ he hesitates.
I pull him closer to me, so our noses are barely touching.
âMateâ I finish for him, smashing my lips onto his.
He doesnât think twice as his hands move to my waist, pulling me closer to him.
I keep my hands on his neck, running my fingers through his hair, as I kiss him passionately.
Heâs so fucking good at this. His hands dig into my sides, and he opens his mouth, so I can slide my tongue in. And I do.
He kisses me more roughly, pulling and tugging at my shirt. His teeth graze my bottom lip as he slightly nibbles.
I pull away to catch my breath, only for him to crash his lips onto my neck instead.
I push my hair to one side, as he trails his tongue over my skin. Then he decides to start sucking instead. I let out a silent moan as he bites into my neck.
With that he pushes into me even more, making our lower abdomens graze each other.
âY/nâŠâ he groans, and I wrap my legs around his torso.
I pull his head up from my neck, so weâre face to face.
We make eye contact, and I move my hand to push some hair out of his face. Then I cup his cheeks, and lean in to place my forehead on his.
I close my eyes, and breathe in his scent and presence.
His hands rest on my hips, with my legs still wrapped loosely around him.
âIâm sorryâŠâ he whispers.
I raise my head and open my eyes.
âFor what?â I ask confused.
âFor being such an idiot. I shouldnât have let you get hurt, but I definitely shouldnât have lashed out like I did. Itâs just that you mean the world to me. If you get hurt, I get hurt. If you die, I dieâ he answers.
I canât help but feel bad for him. Heâs genuinely hurting because of this.
âAzrielâŠyou mean the world to me too. Believe me, I wouldnât have held back if you got inured either. It just upset me that you didnât listen to me when I told you it was fineâ I say, stroking his cheek soothingly with my thumb.
âI know loveâŠand I promise Iâll listen you next time. Can you forgive me?â He asks, regret shining his eyes.
âThere is nothing to forgiveâŠâ I answer, leaning in slowly to give his lips a comforting kiss.
He doesnât stop me as I kiss him. This time the kiss is not filled with lust and hunger, but pure love and longing.
As I pull away again, I keep my hands on his neck, and he keeps mine on my hips.
âBreakfast?â I ask him softly, trailing fingers through his hair.
âMhmâ he nods, and leans in to give another quick and loving kiss.
We both smile through the kiss, and I feel every part of my body relaxing at his touch.
ââââââ
âYou know weâre gonna get bullied for centuries for this?â I say, as I take a bite of my fried egg toast.
âOh trust me I knowâŠCassian is going to be a big pain in the ass to say the leastâ Azriel replies, as he eats too.
âAs long as I get to have you all for myselâ I say, a hint of seduction in my voice.
He just cocks an eyebrow at me knowingly, and I take another bite of my food.
âWe donât have anything important planned today rightâŠâ he asks, not looking up at me, as he sips his juice.
âNo I donât think soâŠwhy?â I ask curiously.
He just shrugs, and I give him a playful look.
âIâm glad you moved in here with meâŠâ I say, finishing my food.
âMe tooâŠâ he trails off as he also finishes up.
I grab my plate and cup, heading over to the sink to wash it. I hear Azriel following me from behind.
As I wash my dishes, he comes up behind me, placing his own in the sink. I wash his too, as his hands start to roam my body.
Still wearing my t-shirt, he presses into my back, running his hands up my thighs. I can already fell my body aching for him.
I truly underestimated the whole mating thing. When Rhys and Feyre told me they basically fucked each other with no breaks for a week, I only laughed at them. But now I want nothing more than to let Azriel do the same to me.
As his hands smoothes over my bare skin, a shiver runs down my spine. He lifts my t-shirt up to my waist, exposing my underwear.
One of his hands trail under my shirt, up towards my breast, while the other goes to my ass.
I lean my head slightly back, closing my eyes. His lips move to the bare skin of my neck, licking and kissing.
When his hand finally reaches my breast, he cups it, running his finger smoothly over the already hardened nipple.
I let out a slight moan, as he touches the sensitive spot. He just smirks into my neck, as he starts to suck it.
My hands find their way to the counter, grabbing it harshly, my knuckles turning white.
I continue to let out several whimpers and slight moans, as his hand and tongue devour me.
Then his hips grind into my backside. His bulge grazing into my ass. With that we both let out loud moans.
ââââââ
âI thought we had nothing planned todayâŠâ I breathe out as Azrielâs head in between my legs.
âWe didnât. But apparently Rhys didâŠâ he murmurs into my skin.
âIâm gonna kill himâ I say, thinking about the dinner we have to attend in one hour.
âMe and you bothâ Azriel agrees, before sliding his tongue into me, earning a loud moan.
ââââââ
âGeez I can practically smell what youâve been doing from over hereâ Cassian says, putting a hand over his nose jokingly.
Me and Azriel just landed in the front veranda of the House of Wind, all dressed up for the dinner Rhys insisted we have.
I shoot Cassian a death glare, bumping into him on purpose as I walk past him.
âFor your own sake. Keep your mouth shut Cassâ I hear Azriel tell him as he follows me inside.
Everyone is seated at the dinner table, all dressed up. I take a seat next to Nesta, Azriel sitting next to me. Cassian comes in a moment later, sitting himself beside his mate.
I suddenly notice everyone staring and grinning at me and Azriel. Of course they know. Theyâre our family.
âYou enjoyed yourself today?â Rhys smirks widely.
âI will literally murder youâ I threaten him, but he just laughs.
âYour bond is really fucking strong. It almost makes me dizzyâ Mor adds, looking over at me and Azriel.
I knew the mating bond was strong, but not as strong as theyâre implying.
âIt enhances itself once itâs been fulfilled. Thatâs why we can sense it so easilyâ Amren explains, looking between me and Az.
âWell I wanna say congratulations y/n and Azriel. You both deserve itâ Feyre smiles at us both.
She is way too kind to be mated with the arrogant, baby high lord, Rhys.
âThank youâ Azriel smiles slightly at her.
âSo how did it all happen? What made you finally give in?â Rhys asks, as he pours himself some wine.
âDo you need to know all the details?â I raise my eyebrows at him.
He just smirks at me, taking a sip of his drink.
âIt was meâ Azriel speaks up from beside me.
Everyone turns their heads to him, including me.
âWhat do you mean Az?â Mor questions.
âMy stupid drunken ass kissed her when we got home from Ritaâsâ he tells everyone.
Several gasps echoes through the room. I myself let out a little sound of surprise.
âDamn AzâŠI donât expect that. How did you handle that y/n?â Cassian asks me.
Theyâre all looking at me. Awaiting my response.
âI kissed him back. Only for a few seconds though until I got my shit togetherâ I say.
âAnd then you just went to sleep?â Nesta ask confused.
I nod my head at her.
The other seem kind of confused as well, looking at us weirdly.
âAnd then when I woke up, I kissed her again. But she didnât resist me that timeâ Azriel smiles proudly.
I roll my eyes, and hit him in the arm playfully. He just stifles a laugh.
âAnd then whatâŠâ Feyre asks intrigued.
Rhys raises his eyebrows at his mateâs sudden interest. But she just keeps her gaze on me and Azriel.
âAnd then the bond snapped together. I think you know what happens nextâŠâ I say, grinning a bit at the last part.
Azriel goes red out of embarrassment at my slight exposing. Cassian just throws his head back with laughter, and the others snicker as well.
âWell I just lost my appetiteâ Amren says, pushing her plate away.
âPlease like you were gonna eat any of that anywaysâ Mor tells her, still kind of laughing.
Amren just rolls her eyes and glares at her, but Mor doesnât seem a tiny bit bothered.
As the laughter quiets down, everyone starts pouring food onto their plates. Except for Amren. And the conversation flows back to other things.
Azriel puts his hand on my thigh, letting it rest there. And I donât feel a tiny bit uncomfortable, as I let it stay there for the rest of the dinner.
#acotar#azriel x reader#azriel x you#inner circle#feysand#nessian#a court of thorns and roses#sarah j maas#fanfic
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username: charles reading the comments under a post about his girlfriend from a wag update page and replying to 2 fans' comments is such simp behaviour
username: I gotta say, I respect the hustle
username: no, y'all don't understand, I met YN today and she now owns my heart
username: she was so nice and kind, she offered us some of her snacks while chatting with us about how shitty Ferarri's strategies are
username: she is the real dawg here
username: YN Murphy badmouthing Ferarri with Charles Leclerc's fans is such a wild sentence that can only be sponsored by 2023
username: whenever she'd speak of Charles she'd have stars in her eyes and her entire face would turn red
username: your honor, they are in love
username: Charles is simping for YN on insta while she simps for him irl
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can't sleep at night? - hot girl huh yunjin x fem!reader
CW: alcohol, jealous yunjin, humiliation, rough yunjin đ», not proofread, recording during s3x, blackmailing, & more lmk if I missed<3
NOTE: guys I am so sorry this came out very very very overdue please understand I am really busy with things right now đâŒïž love you guys fr and enjoy reading. (also kinda rushed so so sorry).
Yunjin and you have been friends since the day high school has started. you both made eye contact during classes, quick glances, other shit like that. if you both were to be honest with each other, you both thought one another was hot as fuck.
yeah .. so you guys became friends to best friends and nothing more. It has been so fun hanging out with yunjin and you guys told each other anything no matter what. not to mention though, she would flirt with you A LOT. too much signals for you to handle and it was overwhelming. the list of things she would do to you literally
-whenever she hugged you and let go her arms would touch every single inch of your waist, rubbing it in a way
-would be jealous if someone got close to you
-only flirted with you and only you.
it was crazy to think how the hottest girl in the school was your best friend and every boy wanted her. you both made a powerful duo being the prettiest and drop dead gorgeous. at that point everyone knew you both.
after school you both made plans to hang out as always and it was a friday so you both obviously went out to have fun.
"Y/n-ssi! are you done getting ready yet?" she barged into your room with the spare key she had. holy shit. you were more stunning than ever. wearing a dress that complimented your body in so much ways and the makeup that made you look even more gorgeous.
yunjin looked you up and down and her jaw dropped to the floor, drooling over the sight of you. honestly you didn't know you were that hot but in her eyes I guess you were ..
and obviously now huh yunjin could now feel her underwear flood and literally about to drip on her thighs. she was so weak for you.
"o-okay lets go now?" she stuttered out and she held out her hand for you and of course you held it back as you guys left and made your way for the car.
whatever yunjin was feeling, it was getting worse and when she sat down to drive you both to the party .. it started to drip on the seat and she could do nothing about it.
the whole car ride she was just twisting and turning, literally could not stop moving the whole time because of how bothered she was. you couldn't help but ask if she was okay.
"yunjin are you okay? you seem uncomfortable in your dress do you wanna switch fits or are you fine?.." you said as your hand rested on her thigh concerned.
"yeahimfinedontworry" she blurted out fast due to the hand on her thigh đ . she didn't want you to know that she was feeling this way so obviously she tried to forget about it.
you guys got to the party and being the most well known girls in school, both of you started to say hi to everyone one by one. speakers blasting drowning out every sound everyone made actually.
this one boy in particular caught you eye though .. and for once it wasn't yunjin ? .. and someone you could actually shoot your shot with because yunjin would keep giving you mixed signals.
you made your way over to him at the small bar in the house leaving yunjin. she was now alone.
"can I have soju please?" you told the person working at the bar and looked straight at the boy.
"your cute what's your name my love?" he spoke.
yeah, yunjin was watching from afar. drinking on a couch while practically eyeing at you two yet still wet from what you did to her. taking shots every time she got jealous.
but anyways you were taking so much shots, gulping so much alcohol your body couldn't even take. So drunk and lost, you got the boys phone number as yunjin watched you waddle your way back to the couch where she was sitting on.
"how was you and that boy over there" she said coldly taking another shot. she had a blank expression on her face, and even though your vision was blurry you could see her looking I guess you could say mad.
"It was soooooo~~ good baby" you said drunkly as you collapsed onto yunjin's shoulder. 'baby?' yunjin thought in her head but suppressed her feelings towards you.
"I-i saw you were wet earlier you thought I couldn't see!?~" saying while playing with her hair now.
"I'm mad at you, not now y/n." "what did I do mommy?.."
mommy?. bye yunjin was down bad.
"let me show you how sorry I am~" you took her hand and pulled her into the crowd of people. everyone recognizing you both immediately, all eyes went on both of you.
your bodies start dancing to the music, yunjin not having it but is still dancing anyways because everyone is watching. your bodies collided and swayed with each other until your drunk ass decided to bend over.
you started throwing it back on yunjin??! crazy .. everyone was now recording and you knew it was gonna go around the whole school but who the fuck cares at this point. you started to grind against her pelvis as yunjin got that wet feeling again.
she looked at you so shocked and when you turned around to see her face, she was pale af. you stopped grinding and throwing it against her, and turned around fully to face you. you grabbed and started rubbing her crotch while making out with her and stopped when you both ran out of breath, while a string of saliva was seen. yeah, the whole school saw it and you two were fucked for sure.
as you guys let go of the kiss you both ran out of there, but to different places. you went back to the boy you were flirting with and yunjin went with her other friends. eventually, yun got bored so she went home feeling so disturbed she knew she had to take care of it. she also knew that you probably weren't coming home tonight since you were really drunk so she knew she could take care of herself.
yunjin arrived home crashed onto her bed and started to relieve herself obviously. unzipping her party outfit, she opened her laptop to watch the dirtiest thing you could ever see, I'm pretty sure you get the idea. she started to rub herself all over imagining it was you from what happened at the party.
now touching her sensitive buds, she started to pinch and roll them between her two fingers while her other hand made down to touch herself.
"fuck! y/n y-your the death of me"
she continued to watch the dirty video on her laptop close to coming thinking it was still you and once she finally climaxed the filthiest words came out of her mouth literally.
as soon as she finished screaming her lungs out she went to sleep naked, laptop fully open, and most of all cum soaked all over her body.
she thought you weren't coming home tonight? yeah she should've thought again. you came quietly through the front door and drunkly laid yourself next to yunjin on her bed. just staring at her nothing else.
seeing her curves and every other perfection of herself. thats it really. simple, you wanted her. badly. you needed her to fuck you and use you up like the slut you are yeah? mhm, I thought so.
so, trying not to, haha, and at the same time not trying, you started to touch yourself just like how yunjin did not to long ago .. having to cover your mouth and close your legs not to make any sound really.
you can just hear your muffles of screams that were audible, but never knew it would wake her up. every time yunjin would move, you let out a little scream because you never wanted your best friend catching you get off to her wouldn't you?
not fighting it anymore, knuckles deep into yourself, you let out your screams and was so close to coming, so close to the edge and close to finding the pleasure.
obviously it didn't happen. yunjin caught your ass.
"y/n? what the fuck are you doing fucking yourself on my bed huh? after what you did tonight?"
"such a fucking slut."
those words came out of her mouth while you screamed and let yourself go.
"I-im sorry."
"I-im sorry" she mocked you.
"yeah if your sorry bend over the bed, I don't care if you're tired or can't take it anymore."
"yunjin b-but were just best friends right?.." you really didn't wanna think that to yourself but you let it slip out of your mouth anyways.
"oh so that's all you think we are huh. let me show you who the fuck you belong to." as you bent over the bed, she sat down next to your ass and started to finger fuck you from behind.
"how would people think of this? getting fucked by her own best friend?" she started to record you.
"I'll show everyone how much of a slut you are if you misbehave once tonight" she slaps your ass as you whine. she shows the camera your face each time she hits your ass and you have never been more humiliated. "are you getting off to this?, your dripping babe."
she collected the slick on your pussy and licked it right off. slamming to fingers in and out of you again in such a rough pace. would never go in a consistent pace either.
slams in, and slides right out.
"yunjin! please~ I'll be good, I'm yours and only yours mommy please, please just make me come." lies was all that could go through yunjins ear.
"you would want that boy of yours to fuck you like this right? I might as well just leave and call him."
"no please! I just want y-you~"
well that was too fucking bad y/n. she walked away with a smug smirk on her face as she left the room and locked it, leaving you all alone still bent over with juices all over your thighs. so pathetic.
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â°â†DAY FOUR: THIGH RIDING.
a/n: thigh riding is so hot idc... needs more attention fr
cw: NSFW, fem!reader, dry humping, clit play, clothed orgasms
âââ this was the most focused you've seen adam. usually, he'd be jumping you at the sight of you merely bent over. but for the sake of watching you desperately try to get off, adam made it a point not to pay any attention to you. "please!" you were thoroughly humiliated, clinging onto his upper arm while you dragged your sopping cunt against his robes, dampening the fabric. adam simply hummed, not even sparing you a glance as he filled out his paperwork. he never did his work! at least, not when you're in his office. adam bounced his leg, biting the inside of his cheek to stifle a chuckle at your gasp. the stimulation had you right on the edge, but it was barely enough to make you cum. after being with adam for quite some time he already had you relying on just his mouth, fingers, and cock to finish. he'd ruined you for anyone else. "adam, baby, please," you tried to reason, panting against the side of his mask where his ear would be, doing nothing to damage his resolve. "n-need you toâfuckâtouch me." a pathetic whine erupted from your throat, your clit rubbing deliciously against a crease in his robes. adam was painfully hard beneath the fabric. every time you rocked your hips against his thigh, your knee brushed against his erection. adam grit his teeth, sucking in air through his teeth. "fuck," he curses softly, quickly slamming his pen down on his table. adam hooks his fingers underneath his mask, pulling it off to reveal the face you loved so much. his golden eyes sported lust and desire, eyebrows furrowed and sweat collecting at his temples. "shit, you're soaked. i didn't even touch or look at you. guess i'm just that good, huh, baby?" adam mutters, his middle finger easily finding your neglected clit through your cotton panties, grinning when he felt the pulsing bud. your jerk at the feeling, having finally been given attention. "c'mon, keep riding my fucking leg. i didn't tell you to stop, did i?" adam pinches your clit, causing you to wince and rock your hips once more. adam's other hand found it's way home between his legs, groaning in relief as he palms himself. he pushed your panties to the side hurriedly, cock practically jumping at the sight of your dripping folds immediately coating his fingers. "c-close," you gasp out, already sensitive by your earlier humping. "shit. you gonna cum already, baby?" adam snorts, thumb lazily stroking your clit. he lays back against his seat, letting out grunts of appreciation as he watches you pathetically rut against his thigh. scrutinizing your expression closely, adam watches as your eyes fall shut, eyebrows furrowing as your hips grew erratic. with a firm rub to your clit, you felt yourself gush all over his robe. "oh fuck, thats fucking it, baby." adam praised, feeling his cum shoot out inside his boxers, imagining it was your sweet pussy instead. you both sigh in relief, resting your forehead against his shoulder as his hand affectionately rubs your back. "adam, that was so-" sera's voice cuts you off. "adam! have you completed the paperwork i gave you this week?" "fuck." adam curses in resignation.
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The Shadowsinger: One
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. loss of family, gore, canon level mention of violence, Tamlin, heavy spoilers for ACOTAR series. If I forgot anything, please let me know!
Pairings: (Eventual) Azriel x Fem!Reader
Summary: After you were claimed as Amarantha's Shadowsinger, you meet the High Lord of the Night Court.
Disclaimer: I do not own SJMâs characters, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.
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Prologue
Just 6 months before everyone was trapped Under the Mountain is when she raided your small northern Illyria village. And it was all because of that male you slept with. When you thought he was sleeping and allowed your shadows to come out, he saw. And he knew. He ran back and told his camp Lord, who told Amarantha the second he could. The Lord had sworn allegiance to her before a few others did as well.
Every single villager was taken to one of the camps she had. Sirona, Igna, and Oran included. Every single one of them but you. At first, she threatened you with their lives, and you begged her to spare them. You begged her harder when she threatened to rip off your wings. So, she made you a bargain. One she didnât make with anyone else.
So long as you would be her personal Shadowsinger, her spy, and told her nothing but what you thought to be the truth, your friends and your wings would remain intact. You foolishly agreed. Not aware of the loopholes that she would find ways around in the coming years.
You were there when she trapped everyone Under the Mountain. You were responsible for her having bargaining power over certain High Lords. How she was able to put a leash on everyoneâs powers. You were trapped with everyone else. But you were her spy, and she still needed information from the outside. So she allowed you out, but only when she deemed it necessary.
And you met Rhysand. The High Lord of the Night Court. The High Lord of your home. Or what used to be. And not just a High Lord, but a Carynthian, the highest ranking form of an Illyrian that you knew. And he was Amaranthaâs whore.
Rhysand had a familiar feeling the moment he laid eyes on you. Not only because you reminded him of his Shadowsinger brother, but something deeper. Something he hadnât been able to place for the 50 years Under the Mountain.
When you first told him of your bargain with Amarantha, he was wary to tell you anything. He definitely wasnât going to tell you about Velaris. Not when you had a bargain to tell her the truth about anything you learned. And lying to her would only get you killed.
Then he learned why youâd done it. How you bargained to keep your friends, your family (albeit not blood related), safe. To keep your wings unharmed. At least unharmed by her. So he decided he would do everything he could to keep his secrets from you. Not because he didnât want you to know, but because he didnât want you hurt. Or your family hurt.
You had learned to lean on each other during those 50 years. Amarantha would often send you out together. Even though she trusted you and Rhysand to bring her valuable information alone, she also knew that you couldnât lie about the information that he told her.Â
But Rhys had learned to keep you in the dark, away from conversations, when he knew you didnât want her to know what was going on. You couldnât lie about something if you didnât hear it. If your shadows didnât tell you.
And then Feyre came. The 19 year old girl, human, professing her love for Tamlin. One of the first things that your shadows whispered to you about her was that she indeed did love him. Something Amarantha forced out of you once they took Feyre to her cell. After they beat her, of course.
You remembered when Rhys went out for Calanmai, even if he didnât tell you what happened. You remember him coming back from Tamlinâs manor and telling you about Clare. You were on the mission to go retrieve her, just to conceal Amaranthaâs soldiers enough so they could do their worst. Thankfully you werenât asked to question Clare⊠Thankfully for Prythian, not Clare. You didnât know you were retrieving the wrong woman.
What Amarantha did to Clare, how she displayed her decaying body in the throne room, you could barely watch. You knew Rhys had taken her mind. He wouldnât let innocents suffer. It didnât help, either way. Knowing that Amarantha would use it against you if you looked away or left the room. Especially because she may need use of your shadows to scare the poor girl even more.
You watched as Feyre defeated the Wyrm, as she miraculously survived the second task. You knew she couldnât read. Your shadows told you the second the spikes started descending on her and Lucien. You thought they were going to die. But somehow, after hovering over the second lever for so long, she chose the third. It was like someone told her to do it.
Rhys didnât mention he was sending Nuala and Cerridwen down to retrieve Feyre on those nights after their own bargain. Or what their bargain even entailed. He didnât want you knowing the secrets. Not when it would ruin the plan he had in place.
So you stood by as Feyre held the fate of Prythian in her hands, with the dagger as she plunged it into Tamlinâs stone solid heart.
It wasnât easy, watching Amarantha as she killed Feyre for it. As Rhys roared for her, fought for her. All while Tamlin did nothing but beg. Granted, he was injured, but he didnât do anything. Didnât even fight as Feyreâs neck snapped. You even tried to send your shadows towards Amarantha to blind her for Rhys, but she shot out a string of magic and knocked you on the floor and held you there.Â
But Feyre solved the riddle. She freed you all. And you took a deep breath as you felt more magic swell in you than you noticed before. Maybe it was from it being gone for 50 years. Or restrained, at least.
And Tamlin killed her. He did what every person Under the Mountain was wishing, any sane person at least. Amarantha was dead and you were free. Free to keep secrets from whomever you wanted. Free to see your family without fear that you would endanger them.
That final night roaming about in the upper floors of the Mountain changed your life even more. When you approached Rhys to say goodbye. To go to the camp your family was being held at and take them back to the village. If anything was left. It was then that he gave you an offer that was hard to refuse.
âCome with me,â he whispered. âTo Velaris.â He said and you tilted your head, not understanding what that was. Without even reading your mind, he continued. âItâs my Court that isnât known to anyone. Iâve kept it hidden from everyone. From her⊠but I want you there. I want you to meet my family. I want my family to meet the female who helped me through these yearsâŠâ he said. âI want you to meet another Shadowsinger.â He said.
You stood there, blinking for a few moments. âRhysâŠâ you muttered. âI have my family-â
âThey can come. Iâll get you set up in a townhouse with them. And if youâd like, we could see about you working as part of my Court.â He said. âThink about it. Iâll ask your decision by tonight. Once youâre with your family.â
You took a deep, shaky breath. You bounded over to him and wrapped your arms around him. âThank you. For everything youâve done here.â You whispered. The only response from him was a small hum followed by a tight squeeze.
You stepped back and thanked him again before disappearing with your shadows to the camp your family was in. Where you would finally get to see Sirona, Igna, and Oran. Even if they werenât blood, they had taken care of you and seen you mature all those years. You may have failed them the day Amarantha came, but you hoped they knew that what you did, you did for them.
Only, you made it too late. The camp had been burned down hours ago. There had been a spell on it, tied with Amaranthaâs blood. If she was to die, all of the buildings were to burn with anyone inside. Her foot soldiers or not. And only this camp. As if that last final blow would finally break you. It almost did.
Your knees buckled as you made it to your familyâs building, shadows wrapping around you as you fell to the ground. The building was still simmering with fire. But you could smell it. Burnt flesh, blood, and soot mixed together. It caused you to vomit right in front of the small room Igna and Oran shared together. As you staggered inside, you knew they were gone. You were alone again. The only people who loved you were gone.
But you still had Rhys. So when he went into your mind, gently scraping a talon on the walls he taught you to build up, you said yes. In despair. He knew something was wrong. So he winnowed to the camp. He spotted you outside your familyâs building, holding onto a small book as you trembled. And he held you as you sobbed. Just as he had sobbed when he reached his family in Velaris. Only you werenât as lucky as him. Your family was dead, and his was healthy and happy to see him.
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A/N: A reminder, this is a story about the reader more than it is a love story. It's quite a slow burn for a while. I started it immediately after I finished reading the ACOTAR series. I'm reading TOG now, no spoilers please.
Chapter 2 will be posted April 23rd.
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·:šàŒș The little things matter.. ·âźÂ· C.SàŒ»Âš:·
Summary : Just a bunch of of fluff bc I love Chris<3. No but fr, just like a reg day with your boyfriend.
A/C : my bad for not posting lately. I'm lazy as fuck.
W/C : 1.6k+
Chris always believed he wasnât a lovey type of guy. He didnât think he would show much affection to his girlfriend. And even though weâre dating now, he still is in denial that he is an affectionate person. But I always tell him, the little things matter.Â
Beep Beep Beep.Â
Our alarm goes off. Practically pleading for us to start our day. Iâve already snoozed it 8 times. *Give me a break.* I turn to my boyfriend, make sure he wakes up. âChris..It's already 9 am, weâve got to start today.â He says in his morning voice, ânngâŠ5 more minutes trust me.â He starts to pull on the blanket and snuggles into the sheets more.Â
I stand up trying to start my day. Until my movement was interrupted by Chris pulling my arm. âPlease, just stay in bed with me a little bit more.â Of course I give in and get closer to him. I can tell he is still sleepy, but heâs trying hard not to actually fall asleep again. He brings his hand to my face, gliding one of his fingers on my jawline. Then starting to play with my hair. âChris..â I say, smiling at him. âHmmmâŠâ He mumbles. âWe for real have to get up now. Today canât be our lazy day,â I tell him. âNng..why not.â He says, still sleepy. âWell because yesterday was our lazy day. We canât be lazy two times in a row.â I explained to him. âUgh..fine..â He gives in.Â
He is still playing with my hair. âLike are you sure we canât have two lazy days?â he looks at me, practically begging for another lazy day. âYes, we canât have two lazy days. Cmon, let's get up and do something with our lives, kayâ?â I say, smiling at him, urging him to get up. I pull his arm and he moves slightly. âFineâŠYouâre like I love you. I would have not listened to you If I didnâtâ I smile, âOkay cmon lets get ready.âÂ
I start to make my way into our bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush, then he put the toothpaste on both and handed chrisâ toothbrush to him. I turn on the buzzer and brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror, but the only thing I could focus on was him. His messy hair, the pjs. I look, and see that his eyes are focused on me. âHey, you mind?â I told him. âWHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M LITERALLY LOOKING AT MYSELF.â He yells out, slightly embarrassed.Â
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âShushâŠyouâre gonna wake up everyone else in the house. I was just kiddingâ I say, patting his back. âLike I've stated, I donât think I'd do that lovey dovey bullshit.â he explains as he is rolling his eyes. I tell him, âIt's the little things that matter.â he smiles. We finish brushing our teeth, and our morning routine.
I decided to drive both of us to a local coffee shop. âYouâre like my passenger princess, huh?â I say, laughing at him. He looks at me, grossed out. âOkay, donât call me your passenger princess. That's just weird.â I continue to laugh, âBut you literally are my passenger princess. I have spare pepsi cans for you in the back of my car. Iâm legit your sugar daddy, driving you to places. â I look at him, raising one eyebrow, smirking. âI am seriously not a passenger princess, do not call me that.â He says, trying to act all serious. âAlrighty tough guy.â He scuffs in response.Â
We finally arrived at the establishment. I turn to him as we are walking in, âWhat do you want?â He thinks, âPlease waffles. The most superior break-y.â âOkay Okay.â I say, as we walk in and wait in line. He turns to be and looks at my hair. âYou hair is fucked up.â I cover my head with my hands. âWait, thats so embarrassing, how fucked up??â I say, kind of worried. âDonât worry, lemme just help you.â He starts to fix the strands of hair that I missed getting ready this morning, and making sure that my hairline is straight. âAre you sure this is alright?â I double checked, âYes, Iâm sure itâs fixed.â He responds. I smile, knowing that he realizes how affectionate he actually is.Â
I order, and we grab our food and sit at one of the tables. âCan I have a sip of your drink?â I ask, âfine, only a sip.â he responds. I smile and I start to pour the drink into my mouth, âI said a sip!!â He tried to take away the drink, but it ended up spilling all over my mouth. My hands are up, my jaw is dropped, and I just look at him in shock. âThatâs your fault for not listening. You know Pepsi is my roman empire.â He says, though he still decides to grab a napkin and wipe the mess all over me. âYou look disgusting right now.âÂ
He cups one of my cheeks with one hand, and with the other hand is cleaning off the wet stuff off my face. âNng, chris..Iâm an adult. I can clean myself up.â I told him. âI know but it's okay. You look like a mess right now.â I frown. âI can tell..â He smiles, âthis is kind of funny.â He sits down and brings out his phone. âSay cheeseeee.â My eyes widen, âNOO CHRIS-â He snaps a picture, and turns his phone to me. âIâm keeping this picture forever.â I look, in shock. âThat is probably the worst picture you could ever take of me..â he laughs. âI think this shows the real you.â I question, âthe real me?âÂ
We finish, and walk out of the place. âSo, where to?â He asks. âCan we pleaseee PLEASEEE go to the mall.â I beg. âI really need to buy more clothes. He agrees and we get on our way.Â
We get to the mall, and of course it's busy. A bunch of teens, families, and other couples. There is one couple making out in the middle of the mall walkway. Chris turns and whisperâs to me, âhow the fuck does someone have the confidence to do that?? Imagine I just stare hard, do you think theyâd get uncomfortable?â I responded, âwell obviously, youâre staring hard at them.â He explains, âbut that's like what they want..I love you, but I would never show PDA like that.â I laugh, âwell Iâm hoping you never show PDA to me like that..âÂ
As we strolled around the store, I of course, picked up things that I wanted. I walked into a plushie store. Iâve been wanting to get a panda plushie for myself. I was roaming around the aisles looking for one, until I got distracted. Something caught my eyes. A deer plushie. âAwww, this plushie reminds me of chris. Iâm definitely getting this one.â I pay, and walk out of the store and meet chris. I notice he also has a bag. I ask, . âHey, what did you get?â he looks at my bag, ânothing special what about you?â I shrug. âNothing special either.âÂ
We begin to walk around the mall again. He looks down. He noticed that my laces of my shoes are flapping around. âYour shoes are untied, let me tie them for you.â He pulls me to the side and bends down to tie my shoes. âIâm actually so in love with you to the point, everytime your shoes are untied, I will be more than happy to tie your shoes. You know?â He says, âAww, youâre so sweet!!â I pat his shoulders. âEw, was that corny or was that good enough?â I smile, âNo no no, it was super sweet. Trust me!â He stands up and smiles.
âI canât take this.â I took out the deer plushie from the baggy, âI saw this, and it reminded me of you.â He smiles, slightly flushed. He takes the plushie. âYESS!! A deer plushie? Are you for real?â I smile, âyeah! For starters, your favorite animal is a deer. Secondly, you just remind me of a deer.â He smiles at me, âthank you so much..â He kissed my cheek. I'm surprised because Chris doesnât like PDA. In fact, he hates PDA. So a kiss was surprising for him to do. He says, âThe little things matter.â he continues, âIn fact I also have something here too!â He pulls out a bear plushie. âYOUâRE UNREAL!! A BEAR PLUSHIE. Iâm gonna marry you. Gift giving is my Roman empire!.â I give him a big hug. âI love you so much holy shit!!â
After the mall adventures, we get home and plop on the couch. âChris, I had way too much junk food todayâŠâ He turns to me, âme too.â I lay my head back. âI think we should start eating better..ugh.â He kisses the tips of my nose, then my upper lips. âToday was a long day, hm?â He fully turns around, my back is facing him. He grabs my shoulders and gently rubs them. âHmm..yeah.â I responded. âYou know how youâre always saying that you arenât an affectionate person?â Chris shakes his head. âWell, I think that you are the most affectionate person I know. I appreciate that, Chris. You make me really happy.â He smiles. âI donât know. There is just something about you that makes me feel all sappy and corny. I mean, I guess that's just what love makes you feel. The little things matter.â
A/N : YOU MADE IT TO THE END?? WOOP WOOP. Anyways, I always make fanfics at 1am. I think that's the time I'm in my feels. Anyways.. If you enjoy my writing, you should totally like flood my inbox with more fanfic ideas. Im cooking up a nick sturniolo x male!reader right now. So yk.... Also, if you wanna be on the taglist, just reply<3!! Glad y'all enjoyed.!!
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