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seeingivy · 7 months

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sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friends (older brother) series

previous part linked here

sukuna always considered himself an entirely different entity, especially when he was comparing himself to you. labels were something he learned quick and fast – that he was gifted, that he was juvenile, that he was his mother’s angel boy, but he could never seem to do right by her, or anyone else for that matter, besides it.

he doesn’t understand it. sukuna wasn’t quite gifted, school just seemed to be something that functioned without requiring any effort from him. that the connections formed in his head, that he was athletic, that people just wanted to be around him.

that deep down, he wished he could have had the struggle, something that would help him relate to his peers – just so he could be a little bit more touchable. a little more human.

that sometimes without explaining, he would have this tensing energy in him, that always culminated in him pulling a girl’s hair or punching one of his classmates when they made him too angry. that sometimes it was the only way he could relieve that tension that had been building for days.

that he was an angel boy to his mother, who was too spineless to stand up for her sons, and instead left him to do it for the group of them. it didn’t matter if he was eleven, if he was cowering in fear or sixteen and grieving, because someone had to stand at the plate and he had to be the one to do it when no one else would.

that despite the selflessness it took, it made him angry. that deep down, as an eldest son, as an older sibling – he should have been overjoyed. he should have been happy that no one else did it for him, because it meant he was spared the pain.

he should have been glad he got to protect them. that at the end of the day, it was his job.

but no matter how hard he tried, it would still never be enough. the expectations were high and he would never be tall enough to reach them.

it’s why it sends him into a spiraling hole when he fails to deliver for you. quite possibly, the only person he’d want to fill that role for.

“sukuna?”

“hm, dollface?”

he watches as you pace around the room, clasping your necklace around your neck, and smiles at the light pink ribbon in your hair.

“were you able to wash my sweater? the pink one?” you ask.

sukuna bites hard into the softness of his cheek, the pit in his stomach rolling in waves.

the pink sweater, for valentines day.

he walks closer to you, as you plate the little heart shaped cookies and grab your bouquet of flowers as you look up at him, expectantly. there’s a certain franticness in your demeanor, like you’re ready to bolt out the door in his old college sweatshirt that you were wearing over your skirt without giving it a second thought.

there’s pink glitter smeared over your eyelids, a sweet flowery smell from your freshly sprayed perfume, and a white ribbon in your hair – you’re so perfect and it makes him feel like a failure.

“baby, i’m so sorry. i can go throw it for a wash right now.” he murmurs.

you wince.

“honey. i’m already running late.” you groan.

you shake your head, locking your phone as you place your cold hand on his cheek and press a kiss to his skin.

“no problem, s’my fault anyways. i’ll yank something from kugi’s closet and see you after bestie-tines, okay?”

sukuna gives you a halfhearted nod, something you don’t notice as you rush out to your little party, and he can’t help but feel his heart sink.

there’s only one reason that sukuna’s able to read you so well – so keen, so aware about how obsessive you can really be.

it’s because he’s the same way.

for you, the comments regarding your looks, the perceived slights of awkwardness you seem to experience, they send you tumbling. make you meticulously brush your hair multiple times, vigorously rub your skin till its nearly pink.

and for him. the small things he fails at, that he can never seem to do anything right – by his parents, his brother, his beloved girlfriend.

it nearly drives him crazy. and makes it unable for him to stop.

bestie-tines is a simple tradition that was established three years ago, on february 13th.

valentine’s day, originally, was always a day that you and yuuji reserved for one another. it started out simple – that the two of you could bond on this holiday, be a soft place for each other when other people couldn’t.

it was always your friends – who felt smarter, prettier, more intelligent and more interesting than you. it was like there was a secret, that there was something fundamental about them that you lacked. that you could pin it to that inherent thing that you would never really possess, which is why you always ended up alone on this day.

or begging for a text back.

and for yuuji. it was the teasing comments. from his dad, a classmate, something said in passing that would never leave his mind. and really, the deep rooted despair – that this holiday, in its entirety, would never be one that he would get to enjoy. that even if he was happy, he wouldn’t ever be normal, that maybe he’d always get a weird look or turn a head just for being how he was.

and when kugisaki came along, it was nearly perfect. you’d each plan a little activity together. you’d get the two of them to bake with you – or more appropriately, stick their fingers into the batter and watch you bake – and kugisaki would make you participate in some ear-splitting karaoke.

yuuji always liked the warmth of it all, that you’d both fall asleep on his shoulders halfway into the stupid rom-com he picked, and that in the confined walls of his room, he could pretend for one second that things weren’t as they were.

and years later, megumi was added to the bunch and by translation, whichever girl nobara seemed to be talking to at the time, ended up tagging along too.

it dampens the mood a little bit. that yuuji and megumi will be holding hands and making the batter together – in a way that seems entirely romantic and antithetical to what the point of bestie-tines was. and nobara’s partners were always in that stage, that stage of talking where the chase became so intoxicating, that other people didn’t seem to exist anymore.

it didn’t bother you much. the underlying theme was still there – and being the person barring partners from a valentine’s day event seemed to be too pathetic of a hole to crawl into.

yuuji swings the door open after your first knock, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a swift kiss to your cheek. you nearly cowering at the touch and wiping the wetness away from your cheek.

“i haven’t seen you in forever, dude. where have you been?” yuuji asks, nearly pulling you in by the arms and taking the little platter from your hands.

you tuck the ends of your hair behind your ears, giving side hugs to both nobara and megumi as you respond.

“just around. you know. senior year, thesis stuff.”

“i feel like i could usually find you holed up in the library somewhere. d’you find some new secret spot that you aren’t telling me about?” yuuji asks.

yes. your brother’s apartment.

and you would tell him – you have every intention to let all of them know that you were dating sukuna by the end of the night, because at this point, it was almost stupid not to.

because really, at the core of it, it’s not like you're embarrassed of him. actually quite the opposite.

and it’s not that yuuji can police who you date. and if it’s something that makes you happy, it should be something that makes them happy too.

and deep down, you know it will. that the fact that you were finally, almost being rewarded with what you were given – someone who was patient, was understanding.

someone who would be able to love you.

“university of reading? who goes to the university of reading?”

you look down at your sweatshirt, biting down on your cheek, as you give megumi a peachy smile.

“sukuna did. like back in the day.” yuuji answers, halfheartedly, into the conversation as he and maki, nobara’s guest for this bestie-tines, set up the karaoke machine.

megumi gives you a weird look, before leaning against the counter and nobara joining you at your side. she leans her head against your shoulder, one of the little heart shaped cookies trapped in between her lips, as she mumbles through the crumb.

“are they stale? i had to make them yesterday.”

“nope. s’perfect.”

you hum in response.

“are you bringing anyone, y/n?” maki asks, flipping all the little strobe lights on the little machine.

“oh-”

“y/n doesn’t bring anyone to bestie-tines.” yuuji answers, unwrapping the coil of the microphone.

“our little baby. y’know, she’s always the bridesmaid, never the bride.” nobara states, pinching the side of your cheek before she reaches forward to flip in through the little catlog of songs.

you pinch your lips into a straight line – swallowing down that acidic feeling in your throat.

the jokes don’t work the same anymore. not that you were going to be sukuna’s bride, but the implication is entirely different.

and maybe the phrasing was a little weird. it’s not like you would never bring someone to bestie-tines, it’s just that it had to be someone who was an established partner of yours. and at the core of it – it was always about friends, not romantic partners, and you never felt the need to front.

not that you would ever say that. it almost felt wrong to – to police something for yuuji when what he got to experience, at least in the romantic sphere in public, was always going to be met with some level of scrutiny.

but it was always wrong. what you used to reach for – lipstick on a pig, always an angel never a god, the poet but never the poem.

but…but it didn’t ring true. at least not anymore.

and it goes fine and well. yuuji – and a megumi who takes a little convincing – sing lover and nobara gives you her annual loving serenade to the song one less lonely girl.

and it all comes crashing down when they ask you to sing all by myself by celine dion.

“oh, c’mon. you sing it like every year! it’s like your anthem!” yuuji whines, pressing the microphone into your hand.

you shake your head, bringing your hands up in protest.

“no singing from me this year. i’ve retired.”

“dude, it’s like a tradition!” nobara adds, a hand lazily slung over maki’s shoulder.

you swallow down the retort. that actually, the tradition was that ALL of you sang all by myself together. not you alone, while they sat there and watched you. and that you all baked the cookies together, not you alone the night before in your apartment.

“not this year!” you respond, getting a resounding group of boo’s before maki takes her place.

if they really cared about traditions, megumi and maki wouldn’t be there right now – they’d celebrate tomorrow. on valentine’s day, like intended.

yuuji comes out at your side, megumi distracted by recording the god awful mess coming out of maki’s mouth, and places his hands on your shoulders – leaning his chin right against the top of your head.

“you okay?” he asks.

“mhm.”

yuuji pauses, before digging his fingers into your muscle and forcing you to spin around to look at him. it’s gives you a weird twinge for a split second – how similar he looks to sukuna – before you muster your best smile for him.

“we’re good, right?”

“yeah! yeah, of course. still on for friday?”

“yeah.”

you hum in response, the two of you giving each other tight lipped smiles in the awkward silence, before yuuji leans against the counter, the two of you watching maki and nobara make their attempts to strangle megumi.

“maybe next year we can keep bestie-tines to just you and me.” yuuji states.

you frown.

“no! no, it’s always fun with the group. plus, it’s nobara’s karaoke machine. doubt she’d let us use it without an invite.”

yuuji smiles in response, an airy laugh leaving his lips. he leans his head against yours, his cheek smushed against your head before squeezing you hard.

“i like the group too. but, we rarely get any me and you time anymore. so, just our thing. i can live one day without megumi.”

you grin.

“i find that hard to believe. and don’t worry. i’m really not upset or anything, you-you don’t have to change plans and stuff. i just…didn’t want to sing the song. for my own reasons.” you state.

yuuji gives you a nod.

“yeah, i know. but still – just feel like i barely know what’s going on with you anymore. what rom-com are you going to watch tomorrow?”

this is your segway.

yuuji knows that you always spend valentine’s day the same way. that you make the ten minute sheet valentine’s day cookies, light your peony and rose candle, and pick a rom-com before you head to bed early.

“ah. i’m having an early brunch before class.”

“fancy. it’s always nice to treat yourself.” yuuji states.

you bite your tongue.

“yeah, yeah it is. but…i’m going with my boyfriend.”

yuuji leans off of your body, eyes pinched in confusion as he looks down at you. the rolling wave of embarrassment, of nerve-wracking doubt courses through you.

“you have a boyfriend?”

you swallow hard.

“yeah. um, we’ve been seeing each other since after christmas. he’s um…really good to me and stuff. i really like him – well actually i told him i was falling in love with him and he said he was too and-”

“woah. that’s kind of fast.” yuuji states.

“yeah. but, i’ve also known him for a long time, so…so we kind of skipped some of that like – are you a murderer? talking stage.” you state.

“the odds are low, but never zero.” yuuji jokes.

the two of you laugh, as you dig your nails into the hardness of your palm.

“you should have brought him. though in hindsight, that probably would have scared him off.” yuuji states.

“it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before though. but i couldn’t exactly bring sukuna here without telling you first. or everyone else too.” you murmur.

yuuji pauses, before fully turning to face you.

“you…you’re dating sukuna?”

“yeah. that’s where i’ve been, i guess. he gave me a key to his apartment since mai is mai and i just kind of stay there a lot.” you state.

yuuji’s nodding, like he’s rolling over the information on his mind.

the immediate hesitation, the silence – it speaks volumes.

he doesn’t approve.

“is he going to come on friday?”

“no. not if you don’t want him to.” you state.

“yeah. s’just…the mix of the parents. and him and you and sammy stuff. just give me a second to get used to all of that.” yuuji states.

you bite down on your cheek.

“you’re okay with it?”

yuuji smiles, the sentiment not meeting his eyes.

“not like that’s going to stop you, right?” he asks, an almost jeering tone in his voice.

“yuuji.”

“i’m kidding! if he makes you happy, then good for you. just don’t want it to change things between us. don’t go forgetting all about me because you have him.”

that’s rich coming from him.

“of course. you and me, first. always.”

yuuji gives you an affirmative nod, before pushing off the counter and leaving you alone.

you’re tipsy when you get on the train. and by the time you’re pushing the key through sukuna’s doors, the tears that have been streaming down your face for the past twenty minutes are obstructing your vision.

you’re not sure when it was that you started crying. somewhere between fifteenth street and your stop and that overwhelming feeling with no real source – of the embarrassment, the bleakness, the disappointment – it’s enough to bring everything coming to a head.

and the thing that pushes you right over the edge is the fact that you can’t slide the key into the lock. it's so frustrating that you give up and lean against the door, the wood of the frame surely indenting your forehead as you heavily pant.

after five minutes, you nearly collapse into sukuna’s arms when he opens the door you were leaning your entire weight against. he’s fast with it, his hands at your sides holding you up against him.

“jesus fuck, y/n. i thought someone was trying to break in.” sukuna utters.

you instinctively wrap your arms around his frame, burying your face into the warmth of his neck. you can tell that he’s confused by the gesture – his arms not coming up around yours immediately.

“sorry. didn’t mean to scare you.” you sniffle, leaning your burning eyelids against his cold skin.

“are you crying, doll?”

“maybe a little.”

your voice comes out all muffled against his shirt, as he wraps his hand around your neck and lolls your head back with his fingers. the sparkly glitter is spread all over your face now, accompanied with black streaks running down your cheek.

sukuna immediately frowns, thumb rubbing against the wetness as his eyes soften.

it nearly makes you start crying all over again.

“do you want me to kill someone?” sukuna jokes.

sukuna can see the smallest makings of a smile on your face.

“your key hole. i couldn’t open the door.” you whisper.

“done. fuck the door.”

sukuna watches as you laugh, bringing the palms up to your face as you wipe away at your cheeks. he watches as you eye the mess of glitter on your hands, trying to wipe it away, before you look back up at him.

“you smell like detergent, sukuna.” you murmur, wrinkling your nose.

his eyes go wide, an almost pink flush creeping up his neck as he shakes his head. he tries to change the subject

“why are you crying?”

you heave, the tiredness sitting in your limbs as you frown at him.

“sukuna, honey. i’m really tired and i…i just want to get into bed. just tell me why you smell like you rolled around in the laundry detergent for an hour.”

you watch as sukuna pinches his lips in a line, before bring his hands down to lock them with yours. he lifts them briefly just to press a kiss on top of your knuckles, his eyes downcast, before he murmurs against them.

“let’s get ready for bed. i’ll tell you, okay?” he murmurs.

you give him an affirmative nod, the two of you shuffling around each other in the bedroom and bathroom as you wordlessly go through your routines. the two of you brush your teeth together, sukuna pulling a piece of floss for you, and sukuna carefully helps you change without sparing a second glance.

the smell of detergent is almost worse in the bedroom – overwhelming at first before your nose adjusts and you crawl under the sheets with sukuna. you watch as he swipes his shirt over his neck with one hand, necklace hanging loosely around his neck, as he digs one of his arms underneath you.

sukuna leans over to your side, as he reaches for your hair and he twists one of the loose strands in his fingers.

“your stupid thing didn’t go well?”

you sigh.

“no. i told yuuji i was dating you. guess it wasn’t the reaction i was expecting.”

“you told him?”

in the pale light, your eyes having adjusted to the darkness, you reach forward and press your fingers against his dimple.

“course i did. i’m serious about you…and i don’t want to hide that.”

sukuna can feel the sweet ache blooming in his chest, his eyes nearly squinting with a soft joy.

“i just feel like it’s weird. i think they got used to my whole…personality being that guys treat me bad, that my love life is lame that…maybe they don’t know what to do when that doesn’t apply anymore.” you murmur.

your palm is flesh against sukuna’s lips and he uses it as an opportunity to press a kiss to your skin.

“and it’s not just them, i guess. i feel that to some extent too. i feel like…i held onto everything that happened and that it became a part of me. but now that i have no reason to feel that way and sometimes it feels like i don’t know anything. i don’t know what music to listen to because the sad songs don’t really hit anymore. spending time alone isn’t a curse, it’s actually really enjoyable sometimes. and it’s weird to try to figure out who i am when i’m not sad, especially when it feels like…people might not like me if i change.”

it comes out quietly when sukuna says it.

“i’ll love you regardless.”

you hum in response, the words making your chest ache, as you lean forward and tuck yourself into his arms. you bring up one of your hands to his bare pecs and squeeze and you can hear the disdain in his scoff as you can’t help but quietly giggle.

“i’m going to break your hands if you do that again.”

“just so comforting, y’know? really helps me feel better.”

“right. me telling you i’ll love you forever pales in comparison.”

you smile.

“you said you’ll love me regardless. like you will, in the future. now you’re saying you’ll love me forever, which kind of insinuates that you do right now.”

sukuna rolls his eyes, one of his warm hands enveloping your cheek.

“do you want to hear me say it, brat?”

you grin.

“maybe a little.”

your heart beats faster as you wait in anticipation, for the three words leaving his lips.

“i love you, pretty girl.”

sukuna watches as you smile wider, the sweetness in your face as you press a kiss to his lips. he can feel you smiling into him, your hands featherlike around his neck as you pull him closer.

“i love you too, stinky.”

“you ruined it.” sukuna groans.

you press your cheek against his shoulder, before you mumble again.

“now tell me what happened with you today?”

sukuna groans, before ghosting his hands under your his shirt.

“princess.”

“you could never say anything that i’d find weird, y’know? i’m never going to pass judgment on you, i just want to know so i can help you if need be.” you whisper.

sukuna gives you a quiet nod, before talking.

“i took every piece of clothing you had here and threw it in the laundry.” sukuna states.

“huh?”

that had to have taken hours. you’ve nearly transferred your entire wardrobe over here at this point.

“you…you asked me to wash the sweater for your party. and i know that you take time to pick out your outfits and match your accessories and, and themed parties like this are like your shit or whatever.”

his voice gets quieter.

“i’d hate to think i ruined something for you, y/n.”

“sukuna. it’s just a shi-”

“it’s not just a shirt to me. because i’ll forget to wash your shirt but then i’ll be to tired to help you do dishes. won’t be able to tear myself from work to pick you up from school when you ask. forget to respond to your emails and become neglectful. i’d hate to have you be disappointed at me when i can’t do these things for you.”

you’re quiet. you can tell that there’s something he’s trying to say, at the tip of his tongue, but he won’t let it go.

“c’mon, baby. keep going for me?” you whisper.

the gentleness in your voice feels like a promise. and maybe if there wasn’t something so intoxicating about baring himself to you, giving you his secrets to keep, he wouldn’t be so keen on doing it all the time.

“i’ve disappointed my mom time and time again. been able to mediate fights between her and my dad, but barely control my temper at school. and yuuji – i know he needed me, but sometimes i was…it was too much for me that i couldn’t do it for him. i’ve failed them in more ways than one and i can’t do that with you. you…you have to be the exception when it comes to this.”

the desolate tone in his voice is nearly enough to bring tears into your eyes as you tuck his head into your neck, his breaths labored, as you run your hands through his hair.

“i…i can’t promise you that it won’t be weird. when i get like this, my mom would almost get pissed sometimes because i’d try to do everything to make it up to her. open the door for her, answer her phone. one time i even tried to make her drink water while i held the glass. i-i know it’s weird but i-”

you dig your fingers into his scalp, feeling the pulsating near his temple.

“okay, sukuna. i’ll be more than thankful if you decide to help me with the little things. but, sweetheart. please don’t think you have some debt against me. you don’t owe me anything.”

“i know it’s not a normal habit and i-”

“that’s not what i meant, sukuna. i know that you’re aware of that. but…but just let me say these things till they sink in for you, okay? you’re my boyfriend and that doesn’t mean you have to be the end all be all. i can wash my own shirts here and there and help you out too. i love that you want to be helpful honey, but lean on me too, okay?”

sukuna feels small. not in the infantile, reductive kind of way. in the rare kind of ways he’s felt only a handful of times. like when he got sick and his mom had to take care of him. or when yuuji had to help him out by carrying his books after he broke his arm.

“what’s that weird shit you told me about once? about the little you inside you or whatever?”

“oh. an inner child?”

“yeah.”

“what about it?” you ask.

“you just kind of…remind me of it sometimes.” sukuna states.

“in a good way or a bad way?”

sukuna smiles.

“good. sometimes i forget that’s in there. s’nice that you see that part of me. bring it out of me sometimes.”

the earnestness almost makes you cry. you love him so much.

“me too, baby.”

next part linked here

an: no one look at me. this is for me and me only. (the headspace goes crazy at the current moment) the next chapter gives me second hand embarrassment but also its for the plot so im excited

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| Lady Blue |

Falling in love with your best friend wasn't something you ever anticipated, you had a role to fulfil and your hand was sold. Yet your heart longed for him.

✧Pairing✧ Knight!Steve Rogers x Princess!Reader (Fem)

✧Warnings✧ Fluff, A Little Angst, Talks of Arranged marriage, John Walker (ew), Name Calling, like the teeniest bit of violence, Hurt, Brief mention of injury, Sweet ending

✧Word Count✧ 2.1k

✧Author Note ✧ I WROTE SOMETHING THAT ISNT SMUT!! — happy birthday Stevie Rogers 🥳

You don’t know when it happened, when that little crush became something more, when the hugs became intimate and the kisses were on the lips rather than on the cheeks.

Steve Rogers, your best friend. You’d been born beds apart, your mother a queen and her best friend a noblewoman. You weren’t sure if they planned it or it was fate but they both ended up with child and gave birth almost exactly on the same day.

Steve was headstrong, and a leader. He always made sure you were safe and protected, it was cute how doting he was because ‘he was older’. You were quick to comment how it was only by a few hours.

You were inseparable as kids, spending most of your time in the fields of blue flowers that decorated the walk to the large castle. It’s how you earned the name, Lady Blue - a flower crown of blue atop your head always.

Your infatuation grew for him as you aged into a teen, you weren’t around each other as much because of duties taking up most of your time but you remembered something about absence making the heart grow fonder and you could attest to that.

Steve was away most of the time on the other end of the city, training in the ring to become a knight, his dream. You were stuck in the palace, studying history and languages to be a great queen although you spent much of your time staring out of the window and imagining you and Steve doing the same things you did as kids. Living.

You lied.

You remember exactly when it happened.

Steve's graduation, he finally wore his purple cloak and had his royal etched sword around his hip. Drinks flowed left and right, the night filled with laughter and singing, all muffled behind the thick glass doors leading out to the courtyard where you and Steve sat watching the birds bathe in the fountain.

“How was it?” You asked, both hands soothing over his larger, calloused one, running over each scar and healing wound he donned.

He breathed out slowly, as though you were one of the small birds that he had to tiptoe around so he didn’t scare them off. He knew that you would never be scared of him but he couldn’t shake that feeling, you were so dainty beside him. To think that once upon a time you were a head taller than him.

“It was fine, made some friends” he nodded off to a pair of iron-clad men clinging to each other singing an old folk tune. “Sam and Bucky, they’re wild but they are good guys.”

The air around you thickened if it were possible, something going unsaid between you two, a rope pulled taut that threatened to snap. Steve’s eyes studied you, thoroughly enjoying the sight of you by his side. You looked beautiful, eyes twinkling in the moonlight as your eyes returned to the fountain, your hair shining. You had grown up and become such a beautiful soul that he knew you were.

“I missed you.”

“Hm?” You looked up at him, confusion and curiosity carved onto your features.

“I thought of you all the time being out there, when it got tough and I needed some of those princess bear hugs you gave me” You giggled at his words, bringing about his chuckle. Your knees knocked as you leaned closer, resting your head against his shoulder.

“I missed you too Stevie.”

“Princess” he murmured after a moment, taking a few deep breaths to quieten his pounding heart, although when he looked down at you it skipped beat after beat anyway.

“Ser Rogers” you teased with a cheeky smirk, the sparkle in your hues growing as you almost challenged him to speak. I dare you, your eyes cried out to him.

Steve was never one to back down from a dare.

His lips were on yours before you could even think, embracing yours in a way that left you dizzy before shocking you into action and kissing back with the same ferocity.

Snap, that rope between you broke.

After that night you’d both chosen to keep your love a secret, your father was strict and unforgiving, he would not stand for his daughter dating someone lower than a future heir despite it not being your choice. Even years later, both of you adults still sneaked around like you did when you were teens.

Your door shook with heavy knocks, Ser Barnes’ voice booming from the other end.

“My Princess, the King wishes to see you at once.”

You groaned and let your eyes fall shut again until soft kisses trailing up your shoulder and neck brought a smile upon your face.

“Come on Lady Blue, can’t disappoint Father now” he joked, deep voice raspy from sleep, vibrating against your ear.

Even after all these years each moment you spent with him felt like you were falling in love with him for the first time, diving straight off the deep end and into your sheets with him.

You stood, helping him into his gear so he could slink off and allow your handmaidens in to help you dress.

“I love you” he whispered into the top of your head, placing a chaste kiss there before tilting your chin up to slant his lips against your own. Despite the shortness of it, you were left breathless when he parted, turning on his heel professionally and making his exit.

A ball of dread settled in your stomach at the thought of today’s meeting with your father. For months now he’d been adamant that you were to be married by the end of the year and set about finding suitors, each time you rejected them he’d bring up another. But you loved Steve too much.

You knew it wouldn’t last forever, it couldn’t. You were noble, bound to marry a prince and join two kingdoms in matrimony. He was a knight, he swore an oath to protect you from harm, nothing more.

All of that knowledge didn’t help it hurt any less when you stepped into the throne room, your eyes landing on potentially the worst prince your father had brought to you yet.

The king from the neighbouring place and his son, John Walker. A self-proclaimed prophet that was bound to rule all over the land.

“You will marry Prince John Walker” your father announced, the smug sneer on the prince’s face had you wishing you’d had breakfast before coming here so you could have something in your stomach to throw up.

You were bound to marry a pompous, arrogant, narcissistic man and leave the man who’d loved you since day dot.

You wouldn’t stand for it.

“I will not marry John” You challenged, something you’d only done a handful of times in your life. Your father’s nostrils flared, his jaw clenching and eyes wild.

“Excuse me?”

“I will not marry him” You repeated.

“You don’t have a choice young lady” he rose from his throne, stomping down the steps until his face was in yours. Your legs wobbled as you tried to stand your ground against your father's presence.

“You will marry Prince Walker, you will join our kingdoms and you will bear his heirs, I am sick of you rejecting everyone I introduce you to so I made the decision myself.”

“I won’t” you yelled this time, hurt and angry bubbling into rage “because I love another.”

The words slipped out your mouth, your hand slapping around your face far too slow to catch them.

The room fell silent. Pin drop silent. Steve stood at the entrance of the hall, head hung low to hide the reddening of his face, his hands clamping into fists at his side.

“Who?” Your father’s hand clamped onto your chin, your jaw throbbing in pain at the hold.

“Ser Rogers” you hissed, falling into a pile of clothes and pain when your father’s hand let you go.

“You wench!” he spat in disgust.

You tried to argue, tried to plead with your father but he shrugged you off.

“Ser Barnes, take my daughter back to her room, I want some time with Ser Rogers. Alone.”

You didn’t struggle as Ser Barnes picked you up from the floor, hoisting you over his shoulder. You couldn’t even look at Steve when you walked by.

Ser Barnes set you down on your bed softly, patting the top of your head as you stared off into space, tears rolling down your cheeks. He left and came back with a small glass of water and a muffin which you refused to eat.

Once Bucky left you crawled up to the head of your bed, stuffing your face into your pillow and staining it with black from your mascara. Your door was on constant watch in case you got any big ideas. The Blue Daisy’s had bloomed but you couldn’t leave, you weren’t allowed to leave.

As day turned into night you shifted to look out at the setting sun. Your dinner lay untouched on your table, your focus set firmly on the world outside, families rushing to pack up their markets before the evening rain.

“Lady Blue” you recognised the voice.

“Bucky?”

“Can I come in?” He asked. You hummed your confirmation and the huge brunette slipped in.

“Steve—he’s being shipped off. Tonight.” He explained his stormy eyes on you, watching you process the information.

“So what? It’s not like I can stop it” You answered bitterly, a shell of the woman you usually were. There was no hint of cheer or teasing in your tone like there once was, it had all been left in that throne room.

You took note of his heavy sigh before he inched further into the room, Only then did you gaze up at him. In his hands was a set of clothes, the kind commoners wore along with a large black cloak and a purple velvet pouch.

“Do you love him?” He asked, eyes searching yours.

“More than anything” you replied without hesitation.

“Then we better move.”

“W-what do you mean?” You stood, head tilted and brows furrowed. You just barely caught the clothes that Bucky threw at you.

“His ship leaves in an hour, if you don’t hurry and get changed we’ll miss it”.

You could’ve kissed Bucky.

The shipyards reeked of fish and shit, but you couldn’t care about that. Not now. Hopping off of Bucky’s white steed you pat its neck before looking up at him.

“Thank you, Buck, I don’t know how I can repay you.”

He smiled, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles.

“You can get on that ship and live your life Lady Blue. I’ll see you soon” he flashed you one of his pearly white smiles and turned the horse, setting off the way he’d come.

You darted onto the ship, eyes scanning the faces of workers and guests until they fell on the man that you were doing all of this for. Any doubt that boiled in your stomach melted away leaving only one thing remaining, that deep love that Steve gave you. He didn’t turn until you were standing in front of him.

“Princess?” his shocked voice sounded as he looked up at you. He looked tired, his skin pale and a nasty bruise was forming over his cheekbone. No doubt thanks to your father.

“I’m here” you squeaked as he pulled you down into his arms, his warm body and vanilla scent putting you at ease instantly despite the incessant rocking of the ship.

“You're here” he replied, words vibrating against your hairline before he tilted your chin up and stole your lips in a kiss. Just like he had stolen your heart.

“So you do that…yep and then you twist the stalk around…that’s it!!” You cheered as your son finally wrapped the flower correctly, his big blue eyes almost disappearing behind his lids as he squealed in excitement.

“What’s all the yelling about huh?” Steve emerged, tanned skin glowing, covered in a layer of sweat and dirt, an axe resting over his shoulder.

“Daddy look” your son preened, raising the bundle of blue flowers high in the air so the blonde could see.

“Ahhh is Mama teaching you her old tricks huh?” He smiled, kneeling to place a soft kiss on his forehead before doing the same to you.

“Mhmm gotta make sure he can help me every year, isn’t that right baby?” You plopped your finished flower crown onto Steve’s head before ruffling your son's curly locks.

Despite the running, the fighting and the endless struggle to get to where you were now, you could say you’d do it all again to be sat between your handsome husband and his doppelgänger son—in a field of blue daisies. You would do it all again to be home.

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littlefanficprincess · 7 months

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I'll miss your pretty face

oneshot

Pair: Tord (post end) x reader

Song: This part of me (By Katy Perry)

Part 1

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A figure stumbles through the street, gripping this right arm. From time to time they would accidentally bump into nearby building, they felt so weak.

A trial of blood droplets follow them, dripping from their open wounds. Having not much option, they went to the only nearby safe place.

They stop at a house with a warm brown door, hesitantly they reach over to the doorbell and ring it. A tune admits from it.

Slowly, the door opens , revealing a girl with (h/c) hair. She was wearing a (f/c) hoodie that was hiding her figure "Hm? Tord!" Her happy expression dissapears when she notices his damaged form.

"Oh dear, come on!" She leads him inside, closing the door behind. She motions for him to sit on the couch, while she rushes to the kitchen for the first aid kit.

Tord silently takes a seat on the comfy couch, looking around the house. Photo frames decorate the shelves, some of them was of the girl's family while the others of him, Tom, Matt and Edd.

Even if she hadn't seen them for quite a while, but still loved them dearly.

She runs back to the living room, holding the first aid kit. She snatches the role of bandage from it, wrapping it around his injured arm.

"Are you okay?" What happened?" She asks. Using scissors to cut off the bandage and secure it.

Tord cough, swallowing the blood that was coming up his throat "I'm fine, just got in a small accident" he takes note that his sight of his right eye was barely there.

"Small? The half of your body is covered in blood" (Y/n) wraps bandages around his head, covering the wounds on his face.

"Hold, let's get you to the hospital" (Y/n) gets up to grab her phone. Suddenly Tord grabs her wrist, stopping her in place.

"Please... don't" The brunette mumbles, looking down. He knew that they would most likely regonise him there and report him the authorities. The best was to hide out with (Y/n) for now, till' Pat and Paul were able to pick him up.

(Y/n) Sits back onto the couch, with a worried expression on her face "Why? Isn't it smart to get professional help with you in this state"

Grabbing her hand, Tord thinks of a quick excuse "Um, I'd rather stay with you, yeah"

Instantly, the girl's face lights up "Oh, ofcourse!" She gets up from the couch, her cheeks somewhat warmerd up "I have a guest room, let me get it ready for you to settle in. Feel free to take anything from the refrigerator and tell me if you need something"

In an instant, she was gone to prepare the room for him. Her excitement amused him, just the same before he left for the Red army. He thinks to back when they went to a shooting ranch.

(Y/n) Holds up a gun, having one eye closed to aim. Her form was somewhat shaking, still somewhat worried with using a gun for the first time.

"Stop shaking like a leaf, you will shoot someone's eye out" Tord strolls up behind her. He stands close to her and grabs her hands, guiding them.

"Stand steady, aim, breath in, breath out and shoot" The brunette commands. (Y/n) slightly spreads her legs to stand more steady, she in- and exhales. Carefully, her (s/c) finger pulls the trigger. A bullet shoots out of it and his the target right in the middle.

She places the gun, before slinging her arms around Tord's neck "Yes! Thank you!" She hugs him tightly.

Tord was taken back by the sudden embrace. He wraps his arms around her waist "It's nothing, I had to make sure you didn't accidentally kill someone"

"Tord...Tord!"

"Huh, what?" Tord snaps out of his trip to memory lane.

"I said I have finished the room. I'm gonna head to my own, Goodnight" (Y/n) explains, poking her head around the corner. Her head soon dissapears as her footsteps become softer.

Tord sighs, traces his finger over the edges of the bandage that covered his arm. He felt somewhat warm inside, knowing that didn't change a bit since they last saw eachother.

He gets up from the couch and walks to the guest room. He opens the door and walks in. He was met with a somewhat empty room, it had a closet for clothes and a bed with red sheets on it.

The brunette sits down and pulls his half destroyed hoodie over his head and tosses it onyo the floor next to the bed. He flops onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Thought about, his old friends, Paul and Patryck, the Red army and finally (Y/n). It is the best if he leaves as soon as his comrades arrived, he didn't want her to figure out he was a dangerous person.

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Timeskip

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(Y/n) walks into the library where she worked. Before she left, she left a plate of breakfast and a note for Tord to find.

She pauses when something catches her eye the enterance. Her (e/c) eyes scan the poster on the wall.

On it was a guy looking pretty similar to Tord, well before he got his major injuries. He was holding a gun, along with wearing a blue coat over his iconic, looking like an army uniform. There was bandage around his neck and on his right cheek. It was actually a wanted poster with a price of 1.500.000.

"That is weird" (Y/n) pulls out her phone, taking a picture of the wanted poster. She was gonna ask Tord about once she was done with work. Worried thoughts enter her brain.

'Is it real?''

Why would Tord be wanted?'

'How did he even got hurt?'

'Am I in danger?'

She decided to shake off the concerning thought that circled her head and begin her shift.

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Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

"Hey, Tord. Can I ask you about about–" (Y/n) enters her house only to find it empty. "Tord?" She looks through the house for any sign of him, sadly finding none.

"Did he leave?" She notices an empty plate on the kitchen counter, on it was the note she left. Written underneath her message was a small sentence with red pen.

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To be continued...

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squishmyster · 4 months

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Crazy, he calls me

Cooper Howard could be described as a husband, father, and a prolific actor but what happens when it all starts crumbling under his feet and one of the only things to give him fresh air is you. His co-worker and one of his closest friends. Will everything including your relationship fail or will it be the one thing that survives even a nuclear fallout.

Authors Notes: HELLO ALL THIS IS MY FIRST FIC SERIES...very much a slow burn...ANY CONSTRUCTIVE CRTICSIM IS WELCOME AND I HOPE YOU AAL ENJOY!!!! OH AND ITS IN THE FIRST PERSON.... Warnings: Mentions of dying parent! Prologue~~~ Reunion MASTERLIST

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Chapter 1~~~ Give Me the Simple Life

The First time that I met Cooper was during the war while I was a medic. We never really said much except a few polite waves and hello's that then turned into polite conversations and heartfelt talks. After the war, we came across each other on the set of A Man and His Dog.

Arriving earlier than planned to the studio I get out of my car and walk to set I can't help but feel a little sad seeing how this is the smallest role yet but no matter how much I've done as an actress a gig like this is just what I need right now low stress and good pay. Even if I have money saved up I have to pay for my sick parents' medical fees and if I don't work I'll be bankrupt by the time I'm thirty. So I put on a smile, straighten my back, remind myself that I haven't been doing this too long, and make my way inside politely waving and saying hello to anyone I come across.

After a quick debrief we were told to wait for the rest of the cast and crew to get there. As I was sitting off to the side nursing a very bleak coffee I started people watching taking note of who was talking to who. Looking between small groups of people and watching their mannerisms. That was until my eyes landed on him the man of the hour himself Cooper Howard. Smile shining, eyes bright and full of life. I couldn't stop myself from starring taking in all his dashing features and then we locked eyes it felt like my breath was stolen from me and all I could do was give him a small smile and wave before taking a sip of coffee in my hand which I quickly regretted forgetting that it tasted like burnt rubber and sugar.

Before I could even look up I felt a small tap on my shoulders and heard the voice of the man I was once very close to. "Hey, long time no see". Looking up at him I smile and give him a slight nod. "Long time no see Cooper, how's life treating you?". seeing him up close is almost refreshing, to say the least after having not talked or seen him after his honorable discharge from the military... it feels like I found something I lost a long time ago. "Hm well... life's been pretty good to me so far, especially since I get to spend a lot more time with my daughter Janey, and what about you?".

Hearing the light that comes to his voice at the mention of his daughter I smile and can't help it when my mind tries to envision him being a dotting father. Slightly embarrassed I down the rest of my coffee and take a glance looking for a nearby trashcan to discard the cup leaving Coopers lingering glances along my figure and the slight smirk on his face go unnoticed. " That's great I'm glad to hear things have been going well for you... as for me well things are great". Deciding it wouldn't be appropriate to spring family problems on him seeing as it's been years since we have seen each other I keep my answer short and sweet with a billion-dollar smile to match.

Standing as poise as possible I place the empty paper cup on a table close by and straighten out my dress making sure any visible wrinkles like radium in face cream. "Well-". Before Cooper could say another word we were being called to go to get ready to shoot for something that should be a nerve-racking day being my first time around most of these people but I didn't feel nervous if anything I felt excited and maybe it was because I finally have Coop back in my life but I'm gonna disregard that and just say the excitement is no different this time than any other time I've been excited about a movie I'm acting in.

Saying our goodbyes Cooper gives me a charming smile before turning to leave while I grab the almost forgotten cup and throw it away in the nearby trashcan. After an hour in the hair and makeup chair, my mind drifts to my mother and how she's doing even if it feels like a worthless thought seeing as she's lying in a hospital bed dying and not having been able to see her the past couple of weeks has been harder than I thought. Wishing I could be with her and at least hold her hand through this horrid time. I keep thinking about how I'm failing her by not being by her side and it honestly feels like I'm screaming into a void of emptiness and it's starting to swallow me whole. Holding back tears I try and remind myself that I'm doing this for her no matter how hard it is. Once I'm done with hair and Makeup I head towards the set, push down all former emotions, and plaster on that award-winning Hollywood smile and poised look I'm known for having.

After a long day of shooting, I can say I'm very happy to be out of those hot Western clothes especially since it's a surprisingly humid Tuesday in California. On my way out of the studio, I say my goodbyes my smile is not very forced anymore since I could just go home, check on my mother, and then relax before starting all over again. As I reach my car I hear someone call out my name causing me to turn around but seeing who it was made a smile hit my lips and I lean on the car while he gets closer. " Hey, Cooper... did you need anything?".

He had a slight jog in his step and once he reached me his smile turned wider and he gave me a quick up and down. Sliding one hand in his pocket he pulls out a cigarette case and lighter putting the bud of the cig to his lips with a flick of his thumb light he puts both the case and lighter in the chest pocket of his black suit." Yes I do actually... your number i hate that we lost contact and well isn't this a perfect time to catch up". Hearing him I feel a little shocked and I can't help but think it's not a perfect time for anything in my life and it takes me a few seconds longer than normal to answer.

Noticing the hesitance on my face Cooper makes a face of his own one that almost resembled disappointment or at least that's what it looked like to me so before he could say anything I did. " I wouldn't mind that". Just like that we were exchanging numbers and saying our goodbyes and once I got home I thought about the day I had. Thought about Cooper way more than I'm willing to admit and after doing it for longer than seemed sane. I called my mom we talked for a few hours before I turned in for the night my dreams filled with nothing but stars.

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Penance (Suguru x Reader)

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 8962

Warnings: afab!reader, hamfisted religious themes, rimming, ass eating as punishment, themes of humiliation/degradation/ objectification, some gendered language, reader is not privileged with an orgasm (rip)

A/N: I spent some time going through my WIPs tonight and after giving this one a quick proof read I decided to just go ahead and post it. I have, no joke, been sitting on it since 2021. lmao I think it might be time.

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“That’s a rather sharp tongue you’ve got, isn’t it?” Suguru’s voice is soft and pointed, all understated elegance and quiet laughter that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He extends one long hand towards you; curls the fingers under your chin and tilts your face up with a deceptively gentle nudge so you have no choice but to look directly at him.

There is nothing soft about the expression staring back at you, even for as placid as it is. The tension pulling at the corner of his mouth gives his small smile a razor's edge, so indescribably minuscule you would have missed it had you not been sitting so close and that was to say absolutely nothing of the forged steel glint in his dark irises. It was funny, almost. That he should accuse you of having a sharp tongue when he was all carefully filed edges and beautifully cast steel that had survived hundreds of blazing infernos just to become the living embodiment of an executioner's sword looming over you in the here and now.

He was the judge, the jury and the butcher all wrapped into one neat, perfectly coiffed package with a smile and a kind word to spare, and you would have followed him to any stretch of this world or the next for even a sliver of that double edged approval. Even knowing the danger he posed to you and everyone like you, his subtle threats so politely concealed yet plain as day to anyone who paid enough attention. Even knowing how lethal his very existence was, you would still willfully lay yourself across that altar and fulfill your role as the sacrificial lamb he always seemed to be searching for.

No, not in spite of it.

Because of it.

Faintly humming as if in thought, he turns your face this way and that, still with the tips of his fingers touching the spot under your chin just so. It’s a featherlight mockery of suggestion rather than outright demand but you obediently follow the motion as if there were magnets stuck in your skin, guiding you where his hand was not. Silently, you beg the blood that pounds wildly in your ears to subside so you can hang onto every word that drips from his poisoned mouth unhindered.

“You know … I’m inclined to say it’s not very ladylike, especially for someone of your impeccable breeding, but. Well.” A pause while he studies your profile in silent contemplation before finally directing your attention back around with a brief, lingering tap that makes you swallow. “I suppose it’s not entirely without its charm. That being said, I do believe there are some better uses we could put it to that don’t involve lashing out at others, hm? Wouldn’t you agree?”

You shrivel under his guillotine stare as well as the sweetly posed question that seems to cut you straight to the bone. It makes you wither like a once succulent rose that had been cruelly denied sunlight and water, and air itself with which to survive. This was not the way someone should be speaking to a grown woman. Neither was this the way a grown woman should allow herself to be spoken to. It was condescension in its purest, most vile form - or, at least, you’re quite certain that’s what it is.

Suguru’s kind, agreeable demeanor and his honeyed tone of voice make it hard to tell sometimes. The stark contrast between one and the other and the next leaves you reeling; intoxicated beyond all measure off nothing more than just his mere presence and its bold study in broad strokes of contradiction. You were regretfully helpless before it though. Eager to have those arsenic dipped words aimed at you for the vindicating thrill of it as much as you shied away from it, fearing their burning sting.

“I’m sorry …” It’s all you can think to say.

His expression shifts and the threadbare tension fades. But rather than softening at your mouse squeak apology it only grows sharper with the hard lines of put upon pity that slither across his face like a stretching, clawing shadow. It comes in the form of a stilted upward draw of his brows to accompany the cooing pucker of damnably kissable lips. If you didn’t know any better you could almost convince yourself that he was looking upon a contemptible stray or a particularly unfortunate child rather than at you. Certainly not you, with all your money and the posh upbringing you’d enjoyed by virtue of your well to-do parents and their considerable sway in the world of politics. Your top rated education, your impressive track record of boyfriends, each more affluent than the last. The shiny new car you’d abandoned in favor of coming here right along with everything else from your past life, even the expensive jewelry you were in the habit of buying for yourself just because.

These were the things that made people look at you in envy, not ignominious disregard. No one had ever stared you down quite like this before and that, too, makes you wither from the inside out as much as it has your gut twisting with a surge of molten heat. This was not the way a grown woman of your social standing was supposed to react to being degraded, verbally or otherwise. You knew that as much as you knew the back of your own hand. But you only lean towards him as if seeking out the warmth of the sun you’d been so long denied rather than scuttling away as you probably should have.

Would have, if you were only just a little bit smarter.

“I’m sorry.” You say it again, feeling like you owed him that and so much more.

“Whatever do you have to apologize for, love? I said it wasn’t without its charm, didn’t I?”

Tilting his head, Suguru gives your chin another soft tap as if to encourage you but it has the opposite effect of making your bottom lip warble. Something white hot and steely flashes behind his eyes, and he tips closer until the end of his nose stops just short of touching yours. Those long fingers remain a steady, unforgiving knife on your jugular throughout it all.

“Oh, but don’t fret now. There’s no reason for tears, is there? You’re still my good girl, aren’t you?”

You wonder, idly, if this is some kind of trap.

In the same breath you decide that this is most certainly a trap. No doubt about it, but you find yourself sadly nodding along with him all the same. He pulls you into it, guides the motion out of you just as a master puppeteer might manipulate his hollow wooden dolls, and you’re happy to go along with it, as with anything else, so long as he keeps looking at you like that.

“I know, darling. I know you are. You try your best to be good, don’t you? That mouth of yours is what gets you into trouble, isn’t it?”

Another nod, and this time you can’t seem to stop the tears from tracking hot streaks down your burning face. You were flushed in shame and something not far off from excitement, equally torn between the two. Uncertain if you should preen under the blazing spotlight of his attention, as natural inclination would dictate, or the groveling, desperate urge in your higher functioning mind to rectify your mistakes so he wouldn’t be upset with you anymore.

The latter wins out quickly enough. It always does, particularly when his sugar coated reprimands make you feel so infantile and pathetic. Just as small and meaningless as a chewed up wad of gum stuck to the sidewalk. You were willing to do anything to earn your spot back in his good graces again. Anything.

Clearly seeing what he was looking for now, Suguru’s smile slides back into place with a staggeringly slow curl across the line of his mouth. It’s somehow even sharper this time, and you’re almost blinded by the glint of a blade bathed in sunlight.

“There, there. I understand. Really, I do. Your tongue just doesn’t know any better, does it?”

You suck in a wet, faltering breath. “No …”

His lashes droop to an almost seductive half lidded state, promising the absolution of eternal rest as much as the dizzying, unspeakable heights of carnal pleasure he could bring you. Drawing a carefully tempered breath that seems to steal the air from your lungs, he slides his hand out from under your chin and reaches up to wipe the tears off one cheek with a lingering swipe of his thumb. He pauses then, for just a moment, while he studies your face before sedately reaching around to repeat the process on the other side.

“Don’t you think we should give it something more productive to do then?”

It's barely more than a whisper, intended for your ears only in an otherwise empty, cavernous, sparsely furnished room that was so horribly still and quiet you would almost believe only the dead walked here.

And you shudder for him - tremble and shake like some small, frightened creature caught under the talons of an incomprehensibly vicious monster. There was close to nothing you would not do for him, no humiliation you wouldn’t endure for his sake and his sake alone. You’d happily let him make an example out of you and mould you into the idyllic martyr he seemed to want so bad. It was a blessing coming from him, and you warm with the rush of helium in your chest that swells at being chosen by the god of sharp edges and black silk.

“Please tell me what to do, Geto-sama. Please.”

“Hush,” He mouths the word like a prayer. “I have just the thing in mind. You’ll do it for me, won’t you?”

“Yes. Anything.” That was very much the truth.

A pleased exhale from him teases the flyaways in your hair and Suguru’s hand retreats, making you whimper at the loss of contact. Instinctively you try to follow, tipping forward on your knees so far that you almost lose balance, but he only pins you with an amused look of warning as he reclines back against his plush throne of pillows. Still so sharp and jagged, even at ease, and you watch him get settled in rapt fascination, unsure what he would have of you.

You were eager to learn though, and the serrated glint in his eye never strays from your face, ensuring you don’t look away as he reaches down to grab at the bulk of his robe and tug at it. Pulls the heavy fabric up, up, up with a quiet slither and an almost coquettish flourish to accompany it.

Slowly, more and more of him is revealed to your voracious gaze — much more than you would have ever dreamed yourself worthy of looking upon — and your throat goes bone dry when you realize he’s much more sturdy than the shapeless robe would have had you believe. Almost sickeningly so, and the unbearable heat that spears through you almost bowls you over on the spot.

Nicely shaped calves that speak of an active life outside this temple, outside of this role he's taken here on these hallowed grounds, lead the way up to a pair of well defined thighs, beautiful in their muscle heavy composition. It’s perfectly scandalous in its own right to have him baring himself at you like this but he doesn’t stop there and instead drags one corner of the garment even higher, teasing you with a glimpse of his smooth hip. The realization that he’s not wearing anything underneath makes you sway on the spot, well and truly lightheaded now.

“G - Geto-sama, I - -“

“What’s the matter, love?” He cuts across you in a tone that hits its mark like the lethal swing of a battle sword, rendering you immediately and irreparably mute. “I’m certain you just said you would do anything. Or was I mistaken?”

You hesitate.

You clench your clammy hands into tight fists.

You don’t know what to do, how to react. What to say.

The world itself seems to stand still as you surreptitiously glance at the spot between his legs with brazen, boldfaced interest, unable to conceal it even if you tried. That part of him is still obscured by the pool of fabric gathered in his lap, however, and he laughs at the eager look of apprehension in your expression. Light and airy, and so horribly cruel you feel the prick of fresh tears in your eyes again.

“Not that, I’m afraid. That’s only for good girls who don’t need to have their behavior corrected. You really should know that by now.”

You feel the hurt of that deep in your bones and it leaves behind a throbbing ache as if he’d ruthlessly brought a harsh leather strap down across your back. He may as well have done just that for as much anguish it causes, how cleanly it slices despite his voice maintaining its ever pleasant intonation, and you implore him with a wet, wide eyed look. If not that then what?

But Suguru only inclines his chin in lieu of a proper response, inviting you to keep your eyes on him. To keep watching as he decorously turns over onto his side and then further over onto his front with the topmost leg splaying out from his body at a wide arch. He cranes his neck around to look back at you over his shoulder then, and you suddenly forget how to breathe.

Both because you’d never seen him look at anyone with the same tawdry, undeniably flirtatious little smirk that he gives you and because your scrambled brain was already starting to connect the dots. You weren’t stupid. You may have been willfully, happily dumb and malleable for him but you weren’t stupid, once you got right down to it, and yet you can’t find the presence of mind to protest. Nor do you manage the wherewithal needed to argue against what you already knew was coming. Your heartbeat pounds a wild rhythm against your rib cage, threatening to burst right out of you as he brings his hand down to hike the back of his robe up in similar fashion to the front, teasing you with it.

The curvy backs of his thighs are just as enticing and you voraciously soak them up, admiring the smooth, flawlessly warm tone of his skin while you let them draw your attention straight up to the meat of his ass. It’s tight and narrow, as most men’s are, but unexpectedly soft looking in texture. Just plump enough to offer something to squeeze and hold on to. It gives the impression of being the only part of his body with any real cushion, completely lacking in any of the sharp angles you see in his face and his hands.

You swallow so hard you audibly choke on it.

Even having already surmised what his intention was, you still struggle to wrap your head around the reality of it staring back at you. The embarrassment is felt almost as sharply as the humiliation, but neither quite compare to the nauseating spike of arousal that rips through you with all the destructive force of a lightning strike to wreak havoc on you from head to toe. You were far more horrified by that than of what he was offering you. What he was asking you to do, and your lungs painfully hitch with the ragged breath you suck in.

Your willingness to do it was one thing. Something you could easily overlook as being for his sake. His benefit. His enjoyment. There was no low you weren’t prepared to degrade yourself to as long as it was for him. Always him. But to derive genuine pleasure from an act so demeaning? So inherently disrespectful to you as a woman, and also as a person. As a fellow human being. What was so wrong with you, on a fundamental level, that even such as this would turn you on?

But, you remind yourself, Suguru was not so much a man as he was a god. Something that existed far above the banalities of humanity no matter how polite or agreeable he might look.

And he exudes all that and so much more even as he reaches around to smooth a big hand over the swell of one cheek, digging his fingertips in just enough for you to see the dimples it creates in the skin. Showing you exactly how right you’d been about it’s plushy give and further mortifying you in the process. You never would have guessed his build to be this stocky when the usual robes he donned hung so loose and unassuming around him, thoroughly concealing his figure from prying eyes such as yours, but you were sure to never forget now that you’d borne witness to it yourself. The shape of him was forever burned into the backs of your eyelids like a brand. At the very least you were sure to never again know a restful night's sleep for however long you might live.

“Come now, darling. You won’t get anything done sitting over there, will you?” He purrs, his sly smirk growing when you only sit there, frozen to the spot. A marble statue prostrated at the foot of his altar. “Or have I asked too much of you, hm?”

Mechanically, you drag your attention up to his face and Suguru immediately chortles at the vacancy staring back at him.

“My, could it be you simply don’t understand? Shall I spell it out for you then?”

Your stomach and your pussy both clench in tandem when he purses his lips, cooing at you again, just like before. Belittling condescension oozes from every pore in his body as he tips his head further back, resembling a playful pinup model spread out for a particularly risqué photo shoot and your gaze quickly drops back down to zero in on the savory way he cups his own ass. With a stilted sigh of anticipation he pulls, dragging one cheek from the other until you’re afforded a straight, uninterrupted view of the tight wrinkle of his hole, the gentle curve of his taint directly below it and the silken weight of his ballsack where it’s settled against the cushions. You can’t see his cock like this — can’t tell if he’s hard or flaccid, and you aren’t sure which would have been better worse — but you practically swoon at the thought of it being trapped between his stomach and the pillows he’d laid himself out on.

He clearly sees the disoriented look of shock on your face yet he pays it no mind. Doesn’t give you a chance to recover, to get your thoughts sorted out as he shifts and draws his splayed knee higher up on the floor. Keeps his body spread open for you when he curls his hand inward and directs your frazzled attention to the pink pucker with a light, almost playful tap of his fingertips.

“Right here.” He tells you, all sultry smooth and eternally damning. “Your tongue will do quite nicely, I think. It’s certainly better suited to this than starting pointless arguments, anyway.”

You think he’s probably right about that. He has to be, because he’s Geto Suguru. The man you’ve decided to follow until death do you part, the very light of your life. The apple of your eye. The fire that burns and smolders, even now, in the deepest, darkest recesses of your curling loins. There’s no way someone such as him, with all his hard edges and jagged points thinly concealed under the serene placidity of the Buddha himself — surely someone like that can’t be wrong about anything but least of all this.

Your arousal, too, cannot be wrong for that reason alone, so you numbly shuffle forward. Drag yourself across the tatami to close the small distance which suddenly feels like a great chasm separating you from him. And Suguru watches on with an inferno that threatens to set you ablaze raging behind his dark irises. You can see the suspense, the twisted excitement curling just under the surface as if it were a living, breathing, all too tangible serpent housed under his skin. So real you could almost reach out and touch it, if you dared.

You don’t, of course. Not only because you knew better than to be so presumptuous, unworthy as you were, but particularly not after he’d already presented you with your task. A trial to endure in the name of forgiveness. Your penance for saying cruel things to one of the other girls in the congregation out of jealousy and spite. Angry that she might have caught his eye a little too much when you were right there, so much more deserving of his attention than she was. Especially when you were so very unaccustomed to not getting your way. It was an ugly thing, and you knew you’d earned this.

Suguru may have had a propensity for being cruel in a subtle, needle-pinprick sort of way but he was never, ever unjust.

Going to your hands and knees now, you lean over his prone body with a strange sense of detached excitement so you can regard him up close. His skin truly is flawless, warm and smooth with sparse curling hair to frame the soft colored hole nestled between his shapely cheeks. He smelled good, too. Like soap and detergent, and the faintest undercurrent of masculine musk that goes straight to your brain, sparking something inside you that makes your cunt squeeze around nothing. There’s no hesitation to do it and he must see that because his smirk inexplicably sharpens, looking like something you could well and truly cut yourself on — but when you swoop down to shove your face into the cradle of his body he stops you with a firm hand abruptly smacked to your forehead.

Left reeling and disoriented, you allow him to push you back just a smidge. The wry twinkle you find in his gaze when you glance up at him makes you flush red hot, as embarrassed as you are castigated by the gesture. “I - I’m sorry - -“

“Now, now. There’s no rush, is there?” Simpering at you, he drags the tips of his fingers over your temple and down the side of your face so he can deliver a light, mocking tap to the underside of your chin. “You should savor it. Enjoy it. Unless you don’t want to, that is?”

You shake your head so fast it makes you dizzy. “No, I do! I want to, Geto-sama! Really!”

The sound he noises is not unlike a purr, and you gratefully lean into the warmth of his hand when he reaches back and curls those long fingers around the curve of your skull so he can pull you back in. “Good. Then take it nice and slow, just like that …”

Under his steady guidance, you lean down much more tentatively than the first time and let him press you into the meat of his ass where you deliver a soft, fleeting kiss to the skin. Suguru hums in appreciative approval at your acquiescence but continues to hold you so you don’t hurry it. So you don’t dive in like some kind of animal.

Shame at your own behavior chokes you up and you suck in a wet, faltering breath even as you softly peck at the swell of flesh, distantly noting how warm he is as well as the taste of salt on his skin.

The tickle of fine peach fuzz under your lips and the incomprehensibly pleasant smell that you can taste on the back of your tongue. It’s overwhelmingly easy to get lost in him like this, the act itself far more gratifying than you would have ever thought something such as this could be. Even for all your blind idolization towards the man laid out underneath you, holding you close with your face shoved up against his ass, you still hadn’t expected to feel quite so much satisfaction just from kissing his body. It was all you’d wanted in recent memory, yearning for nothing more than a chance to worship him as you were so certain he deserved to be worshipped, and yet you were still taken aback by it.

And how could you not be when you were so intimately close, indulging the sort of physical touch you’d never been permitted to share with him until now? You’d fantasized about this — something like this, plenty of times in the past. Rubbed your clit raw and soaked through your panties more frequently than you could even count while you steadily drove yourself mad with wanting. It’s no wonder then that you were so willing to demean yourself when it meant getting the chance to actually touch him like this. The real him, and not the Geto Suguru that exists only in your mind.

Your pussy gives a muted throb at the soar of vindication that suddenly tears through you, coating the seat of your underwear in sticky slick even as you lean into your work and press so tight against his flesh that it becomes hard to breathe. And of course Suguru allows it, softly cooing at you just as a priest offering comfort to the broken, desperate sinner at death's door might. It sounds like salvation in your ringing ears but you knew it was in all reality the whisper of eternal damnation. The abrasive shuffle of the hangman’s noose around your neck, or perhaps last rites read moments before the swing of the executioner's axe.

But if this is how you were to die then you would go happily, merrily to that chopping block.

“Mmm … that’s it, darling. Nice and easy for me. Haste isn’t going to get you anywhere, now is it?”

You shake your head with a muffled sound of agreement, basking in the warmth of his skin against yours while you listen to Suguru’s honey dipped voice filter over you. It’s reminiscent of a comfortingly warm mist against your flesh and in your ears. It was the one and only constant in your cotton stuffed head which couldn’t decide what, if anything, it should focus on above all the rest and you desperately latch onto it in search of direction. Cling to it for guidance, and heed its call to you on an exigent summons that you wouldn’t have been able to ignore even if you’d wanted to.

It was making you crazy.

He was making you crazy.

Opening your mouth wide, you eagerly nibble and suck at his skin with rapidly growing urgency, desperate to feel more of him against you. Desperate to take more of him inside of you. He tastes so good, so good, that you can’t even think straight anymore now that you have the flavor of him marinating on your tongue. Your internal frenzy steadily grows while you try to feast on the communion of his body in earnest until he finally reaches down to deliver a sharp flick to your forehead, making you hiss.

“No marks.”

Blinking back the sting of tears, you let up on the meaty swell of his cheek in favor of kissing the reddened spot you’ve left behind. It’s not enough to bruise, probably; but still regretfully noticeable, and you purse your lips against it in apologetic reverence. You should have known better. Should have asked before doing something of your own volition without his direct order to do it first. The weight of this newest transgression pulls an emotional sniffle out of you, and he mockingly chuckles in response to the sound.

“How cute. You want to taste me that badly? I didn’t expect you to be this enthusiastic, sweetheart.”

You nod, dragging your cheek across his plushy ass, making it pudge under the pressure of your face even as a slow trickling tear dribbles from the corner of your eye. It follows the same line already tracked by the ones that came before it but, rather than finding your chin where it could drip off onto the floor, it spills over where your skin meets his and pools between the two of you.

Softly, Suguru clicks his tongue at the sensation so you lift your head enough to lick it off of him in apology. The bitter salt is repugnant compared to the subtle, almost airy flavors of his body and you draw a faltering breath as you sedately work your way over the swell of his ass cheek one kitten lick at a time, working your way inward.

He sighs, ever so softly, while you do it. Relaxes the pressure of his hand on the back of your head in favor of absently caressing his long fingers over your hair, teasing strays and flyaways. The tiny baby hairs on the nape of your neck. This unexpectedly tender touch from him, your savior and executioner wrapped into one, has you shuddering over him, wracked with the relief that comes with his forgiveness. You still had work to do. Still had a much deserved penance to complete, but with his guidance you were on the right path to salvation again.

Carefully, you kiss a hot trail over the curve of his buttocks and start to work your way down. Nudge yourself even closer so you can lean into him and at last dip your face into the crevice of his body. The lingering scent of soap and male musk grows stronger like this, not at all unpleasant but so incredibly heady that it seems to rush straight to your cunt. You pointedly choose to ignore that though, and instead nuzzle your nose into the space between his cheeks, teasing the puckered hole within. A subdued shiver races through him, slight enough that you wouldn’t have noticed it had you not been pressed in so tight against him. He doesn’t move to stop you though and merely curls his finger around a loose strand of hair on your head as if something like this was a casual encounter, not one that was of any particular concern to him. Nothing to get excited or hasty about. A leisurely pastime he indulged in from time to time, frequently enough that it didn’t demand his full attention and yet not so commonplace that he was bored with it.

Idly, you wonder who else among the congregants has been blessed with this particular gift.

Spurned on, you press your face in close and deliver a lingering kiss to the center of his asshole. It weakly twitches under the contact, clenching and then unclenching in a mockery of a reciprocal kiss, returning the favor, and you do it again with a quiet groan. Sink into him until you can scarcely breathe but that is hardly of any consequence to you at this point. Suffocating in him like this did not seem so bad a fate — it was one you would have gladly welcomed, in fact.

Taking your time with it, you slowly peck your way down the gentle slope of his taint and press your tongue flat against the seam, dragging your mouth up until you feel the wrinkled dip pass under it. You do it again and then again, slobbering all over him with slow, savory licks that come back tasting of salt and copper. His skin is so soft and smooth here, and mostly hairless save a few wispy strands that tickle your lips in silent reminder that what you were doing was by all accounts dirty. Certainly not the sort of degrading act someone of your social standing should be subjecting herself to.

But you hold a deep, overwhelming love for him in your heart, one that trumps all sense of dignity you may have otherwise possessed. The quiet sigh he eventually issues into the still air only further encourages you to keep going.

Pausing when your tongue next passes over the center of his hole, you worm it forward to poke and prod at the tight entrance. Circle the rim with just the tip until it relaxes against the wet pressure of your mouth so you can dip inside far enough to truly taste him. Your eyes roll back at the heady flavor and you quickly seal your lips around him, alternating between sucking and licking in order to loosen him up more. You wanted to shove your tongue inside of him as far as it would go, but you couldn’t do that when his body was still so tight.

Suguru hisses faintly at the suction and untangles his hand from your hair, bringing it down so he can dig the fingers into his topmost cheek. He pulls at it, opening himself up to you. Grants you access to the depths of his person, and you eagerly take the chance to wiggle your tongue inside again, reaching deeper than before. His hips give a little jerk at the sensation before subtly angling upward, tipping towards your face.

“Mmm, that’s it, darling. Just like that …”

Your breath puffs out of you in a ragged exhale, stuttering and clipped. It’s not hard to tell that your panties are soaked at this point and they wetly cling to you as you burrow deeper into the crevice of his ass with a muted shake of your head. You’re already as close as you can get but that doesn’t stop you from trying, even when your nose registers discomfort at the pressure. You can’t stop though. You’re mad with it, this powerful need to crawl inside of him, if only you could. If only it were possible.

Groaning at the wild squirming of your tongue, he slowly eases up his hold on the meaty swell of his ass and finally rolls the rest of the way over onto his stomach. Barely audible huffs of pleasure reach your ears now, reverberating inside your skull like the sweetest melody of wind chimes to lull you deeper into your trance. The change of position opens him up further to you, you’re delighted to find, and it is with a great deal of satisfaction that you worm your tongue into that clenching passage where you can finally — finally! Massage at his insides to your pounding hearts content.

“I knew you were well suited to this task,” He murmurs, breathy and distant. Distracted. “Your mouth was made for this, wasn’t it?”

You noise a muffled sound of agreement, dizzy and lightheaded. Feeling faint with the weight of it all, but especially the significance behind this act of service and the sharp stab of humiliation that comes with it. Degrading though it may be, you’d never felt closer to this man who presented you with salvation in one hand and damnation in the other. You were practically soaring with it, and that sensation only increases, doubles down, when he pushes back on you in encouragement.

The lower half of your face is a mess of dribbling saliva, cool and sticky on your red hot skin, but you stamp down the urge to reach up and wipe it away. Instead, you lean somehow further into him, meet the not so subtle roll of his hips, and it doesn’t take long for the two of you to fall into an easy rhythm like this. Rocking together in near perfect unison for a prolonged beat until he seems to grow impatient, pushing himself against you more insistently no matter how you work him over with your tongue. The thought that you weren’t doing a good enough job brings with it a sharp twinge in your chest, so you quickly follow him up when he at last pushes up to his knees with a disgruntled huff.

Positioned like this with his ass jutted upward makes it a little easier to tongue fuck him, his passage relaxing open with the pulse of a muscle spasm that shudders through him. You suck in a wet, gasping breath of air as you enthusiastically gum at him with your lips, noting in a far off, dreamy sort of way that the rim of his hole has become more puckered and raised over the last few minutes. It seems to welcome the soft plunge of your tongue now, greedily swallowing it up each time you dip it inside of him. The slow rise of pleasured groans coming from his mouth attests to the fact that he was enjoying this, assuring you and emboldening you at the same time. You wanted to make him feel good more than anything else in that moment — needed him to feel good — and it is with a great deal of pleasure that you let Suguru drag his ass across your face with a subdued twist of his pelvis, smearing you with sticky spit in the process.

“Nnghn … yes, darling, yes. Keep that up and you’re going to make me cum … you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Ahnn - a reward for all your hard work, hm?”

The thought alone is enough to make your whole body seize, pussy clamping tight around nothing so violently that you actually sway on your hands and knees. It was too much. You’d fantasized about just that, about making him shoot hot ropes down your throat more times than you could conceivably count, but you hadn’t thought you’d ever get the chance. It was too good to be true. A once in a lifetime opportunity if there ever was one.

You’re punch drunk on it as you slip your tongue out of his hole and enthusiastically circle the puffy rim with broad, flat strokes before tracing a wet path down his taint. You pause long enough to deliver a smacking kiss to it before leaning further down, intent on doing the same to his hanging ballsack, but he stops you with a pointed shove of his ass.

“Stay focused, my love. I already told you where your mouth belongs. Do not overstep my patience with you a second time in one day.”

Appropriately chastised by that warning, you hurriedly direct your attention back to his waiting hole. He lets out a pleased sigh when you get back to work, lapping at him with renewed vigor and just a pinch of emboldened audacity, but it seems to sufficiently placate him.

It doesn’t take long for Suguru to relax into it again and he sedately rocks his hips back into the warmth of your mouth, all but basking in the sensation now. You’re glad for it, for his infinitely forgiving nature and his proclivity for giving second, third, even fourth chances to those that loyally followed him. Were he not so kind and magnanimous you probably would have found yourself kicked to the curb long ago. Were he not so understanding of your shortcomings as a mere mortal before his godlike presence you would have surely found yourself booted from the temple, never to return or be seen ever again.

There was a kindness in his cruelty and you’re reminded of that when he pushes against you, going up on his hands now so he can properly grind himself on your face. You welcome it. Revel in it as you fuck your tongue into him again, delighting in the easy slide of it along his throbbing passage. You had him so obscenely coated in slick that you were sure the insertion of a finger would be a seamless one, but you don’t dare try it. Not without his permission first. Not without the risk of incurring further ire from him and, as if he can sense your thoughts, he twists around to look back at you.

“Mmm, I’m getting close now … lie back for me, won’t you?”

You freeze at that, a million questions running through your head all at once, but you give none of them voice as you slowly peel your mouth off him. This time you can’t stop yourself from reaching up to swipe at your wet chin even though it does very little in the way of good. You were soaked in spit from the nose down, something only a good washing could remedy, so you push it to the back of your mind for now and move to obey, hastily laying out flat on your back across the floor.

For better or worse it doesn’t take long for you to figure out what he’s planning to do, and you swallow the lump in your throat as you watch him shuffle around to kneel beside your head. He looks like an elegant, dangerous cat hovering over you, all the more so when he pins you with that serrated edge smile. The faint flush on his cheekbones doesn’t detract from the air of superiority he holds over you, whether natural or by design, and in fact only seems to highlight his almost preternatural beauty. You’d never known someone so pretty, regardless of their gender, and you can’t quite shake the feeling of looking upon a blessed work of art as he gathers the loose fabric of his priest garb in both hands.

Then, to your surprise, he throws one leg over your chest, straddling you backwards with his front pointed towards your feet, and you suddenly forget how to breathe. You aren’t sure how to react, what to do, so you just lie there, prone and helpless, while he hikes up the back of his robe to expose his ass again. He was still denying you even the pleasure, the simple satisfaction of seeing his cock with your own eyes, but you were under the distinct impression that he must have been straining hard by the way he looks back at you over his shoulder. The simmering heat in his dark eyes gives him away.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

Effectively robbed of your voice, all you can do is shake your head.

He chuckles at that, clearly amused but unconcerned at your lack of a verbal response, and you hold your breath as he starts to lower himself. You think you might really faint, as overwhelmed as you are by the whole thing. Somehow you manage to keep it together though and you groan faintly when he settles on top of you, not quite sitting his full weight down but enough so that you quickly find it hard to breathe. It feels like you really might suffocate in his ass this time, more so when he gives his hips a slight wiggle to get comfortable and make sure his puckered entrance was right where he wanted it.

“There. That’s nice, isn’t it?”

Your attempt at a response is horribly muffled and incomprehensible, a mess of gibberish that may not have made much sense at all even if you weren’t currently being smothered. That clearly doesn’t bother him, however, and you whimper when he reaches down to take your hands in his so he can redirect them around his waist and up to the front of his robe.

“Hold this for me?”

Numbly, you fist your fingers into the thick material and let him position them as he wanted. You felt silly and inconsequential, a thing and not a person with him seated upon you like this. Just like a king on his impromptu throne. But you were hardly in any position to complain. Even when humiliation cuts through you like a sharp razor blade, even when embarrassed heat floods your face to make you even dizzier than you already were, you still couldn’t find it in you to advocate against this treatment.

If Geto Suguru wanted to treat you like a chair and nothing more then that was what he would do.

If he wanted to treat you like an inanimate mastubatory aid then that was his prerogative as well.

You were his to do with as he saw fit, and you have to make a conscious effort to stop your hands from shaking when he settles more firmly on top of you, puckered hole pressing tight against your mouth until you have no choice but to open it. He moans, very softly, at the sensation before reaching around, presumably to take his cock in hand. The eager clench of his ass tells you the exact moment he gives it a tight, savory squeeze.

“Don’t forget to use your tongue …”

He sounds distracted. Thoroughly preoccupied now, but you happily comply without protest as you reach out past teeth and lips to lap at him again. The responding groan is needy, perhaps even a little frazzled, and it slices through you like a hacksaw. You’ve never heard anything like that come out of him before, or anyone else for that matter. It was a heated noise that seemed otherworldly for as beautiful as it was. The kind of sound an seraph might make, if they could or would engage in an act such as this.

Unbothered by the lack of oxygen you were getting, you dazedly poke your tongue up to dip it into the center of his hole. You were hoping, praying, to catch that sound again but all you get for your trouble is a breathy exhale that seems to waver at the tail end. That’s not nearly enough to discourage you though, and you crane your neck up to attack the center of his body with the same fervor as before, worming your way inside so you can massage along his pulsing guts.

Suguru twitches on top of you, his breath coming a little quicker now as he slowly thrusts his hips forward and then back. You shudder at the realization that he was fucking into his fist, dragging out the strokes to elongate the pleasure of them while pointedly dragging his asshole across your mouth at the same time. It has you squirming underneath him, pitifully rubbing your thighs together in search of relief, no matter how blithe it might be, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. He was intent on chasing his release now, and you struggle to keep your tongue moving when his motions start to pick up.

Quicker now, he rocks between your mouth and his hand, letting out soft little huffs and groans while he does it. Nothing quite like that sound he’d first made but these were nice too. They were husky and hot, giving away the true extent of his arousal. You wondered if he was leaking precum all over his knuckles, or if he was using it to lubricate his palm. If he was rubbing over the glans with a blocky, callous worn thumb to stimulate the nerve endings there or if he was more focused on making his fist as tight as possible for him to fuck into. You wished you could see, that you could watch him tug himself to completion, but just getting to be this close to him while he did it seemed enough for now.

Assuming you didn’t die here on the floor of his private chambers, smothered to death by his ass, you’d have plenty of material for your own mastubatory fantasies to last a lifetime. It was well worth the risk and the price you might potentially pay.

“Oh, right there, love … deeper, go deeper!”

You try your best to oblige even when the root of your tongue aches in protest, already stretched to its limit. Gasping and heaving, struggling just to keep from passing out, you forcibly wriggle it into the clenching heat of his body with everything you’ve got, determined to meet his every need. He responds in kind with a fervent thrust of his pelvis, riding your mouth with quickly growing need. You hadn’t expected him to be so affected, so caught up in the pleasure, but you carefully file it all away with what little wherewithal you still possess. It wasn’t much, hardly more than a drop of higher functioning thought left at your disposal, and yet that seemed to be all you needed. You could feel your own excitement growing in tandem with his and your body reacts to each sound, each shifting motion as if you were experiencing the same sensations as he was.

And when his ass suddenly squeezes down on your tongue in a vice grip your pussy responds in kind, tightening to the point of discomfort. Suguru groans, just as beautifully as before, and it makes your toes curl while he faintly jerks on top of you, stiffly riding out what could only be a powerful orgasm. Elation quickly rushes in to flood your cotton stuffed head as if you’d experienced the same high of relief even as your guts clamp up, left hanging on the precipice indefinitely, but you try to tell yourself that you don’t mind it. His pleasure was your pleasure after all, and you were thankful just for that.

Gradually, some moments later, he starts to relax on top of you and you suck in a gasping breath of air when he gingerly rocks forward to lift his ass from your face. The sense that everything was spinning around you at an alarming speed only increases as he moves to dismount and you squint against the faint light coming from the lamp in the corner. Even that was too much for your eyes after they’d adjusted to the darkness under his robe, a surprisingly apt metaphor for the malicious spell he had you under, but this too was something that didn’t bother you half as much as it probably should have.

What does register in your mind as alarm, however, is the creamy white ropes of cum you find staining down the front of your clothes when you lift your head. It made sense, in a way. Where else was he supposed to cum if not on you? Still, you can’t quite keep the shock off your face and he titters quietly at your expression while he makes casual work of straightening out his robes again.

“That’s quite a face you’re making. Is something wrong?”

“No.” You practically croak. Stopping long enough to clear your throat, you try again. “No, nothings wrong, Geto-sama.”

“Good. Now, I hope you’ll think twice before trying to stir up trouble again.”

You visibly wither at that. “I will. I promise.”

Drawing a stilted breath that sounds like the swing of a blade in the still air, he leans forward to brace one hand on the floor, looking at you up close. “Do you really? You know I won’t tolerate any lying.”

“I do! I swear it!”

The corners of his eyes wrinkle when he smiles, looking fittingly like a sly and powerful fox demon. “Good. I’d hate to have to punish you again for the same thing, but if you and that tongue of yours ever need a reminder don’t hesitate to come see me again. I’ll set you straight as many times as you need.” Then, with a sense of finality, he sits back and moves to stand. “Come. It’s just about time for dinner and I do believe your father will be joining us this evening, isn’t that right?”

Your stomach sinks. You’d almost completely forgotten.

No, not almost.

You really did forget after everything that had happened today. Was it really any wonder though? It seemed like only a few short minutes had come and gone here in the secluded privacy of Suguru’s chamber but it had to have been going on over an hour now since he’d steered you through the door with a mindful hand on the small of your back.

A shudder races through you at the reminder but you quickly shrug it off, clambering to get on your feet as well. “I’m so sorry for keeping you like this. I’ll change as quickly as I can and - -“

“Ah, ah. That’s not what I told you to do, is it?” The knowing smirk on his face grows, sharpens and slices through you like a knife. You’re wholly mortified at the way your pussy throbs in response to it, drawing attention to the fact that you were soaking into your underwear. It felt like you’d already cum at least twice, but you knew all too well that that was not the case. “If I’d wanted you to get cleaned up first I would have said that, wouldn’t I? Hm? I told you to come. You’re not going to disobey me are you?”

“No, Geto-sama, o - of course not!”

Chuckling, he turns to make for the door. “Then let’s get a move on. I’d hate to keep your father waiting.”

You hesitate only a brief moment, slowly glancing over yourself one last time. The threads of sticky semen splattered across your front were quickly drying but not nearly at the rate you would have liked. They were leaving behind wet, globular stains, the darkened patches in the fabric regrettably noticeable by your estimation. Maybe they wouldn’t be as obvious to other people though. Maybe they’d just assume you spilled water or some kind of oil on your clothes. Maybe no one would ask any questions.

Not quite convinced your luck would hold out, you hurry to follow after Suguru just as any devout lamb following their shepherd should. Through heaven or hell, fire or high water, you would let him lead you to any stretch of this earth and back as many times as he saw fit, in whatever condition pleased him. Even now, even after your dehumanizing trial, there was nothing you wouldn’t do to earn his good graces and stay in them.

Absolutely nothing.

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Crossposted: here

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Prosaic Introductions: Innocent Perspectives (Dottore x Reader)

A part two of my Prosaic Introductions drabble, this time in the point of view of the reader! It can be read as a stand alone though, but you’re missing out on some juicy context without part one. This has been highly requested for some time, so I hope everyone enjoys :3

Word Count: 1.6k

Content Warnings: none

Dottore was by far the strangest man you ever had the pleasure of meeting. His presence brought a chill to any room he stepped into, maintaining a hard distance from anyone and everyone, and he never took off that weird mask. You wondered if he wore it for some medical reason or if perhaps he was self conscious of the top half of his face. Nonetheless, you still could somehow tell whenever his eyes would bore into you with an intensity that could probably put Archons to shame.

On the outside, the Harbinger seemed entirely unapproachable, even dangerous, and yet you found yourself being drawn in by him. Perhaps you were merely a moth drawn to the flame, or more accurately, the fly caught in his web, but you found yourself always throwing caution to the wind when it came to him.

It had been a few weeks since Dottore had given you a cryptic response about making time to see you after he helped chase away a belligerent idiot, something that you found more attractive than was probably morally acceptable. You would go days at a time without seeing the man and wonder if he had gotten busy or simply grown bored of you when he would pop back into your life, like he somehow read your mind and knew you wanted to see him. Given the nature of his role as a Harbinger, part of you wouldn’t be surprised if he somehow could read your mind, but given that he still interacted with you it was reasonable to conclude that he couldn’t read your thoughts. At least, not the embarrassing ones, which in your opinion were the only ones that mattered in this case.

Now you found yourself aimlessly wandering the streets of the market you always preferred to shop at with the tall, cold man in tow. He crept like a shadow as he idly followed you, seemingly wholly content with walking by your side in complete silence.

“So…what was it that brought you to the market today? Did you need more supplies for your research?” You asked politely, taking the opportunity to cast a quick glance at the Harbinger.

The corner of his mouth tapered up ever so slightly, so subtle that you almost wondered if you imagined it as he spoke, “I was not in need of supplies today, (Y/N). I came for other reasons.”

Getting a straight answer out of Dottore was almost like pulling teeth; he seemed to relish in your confusion, a fact which would have been extremely irritating if it was anyone else, but with him it was almost like trying to solve a complicated puzzle, one that you felt like you would feel very rewarded in solving.

You positioned yourself in front of him, walking backwards so that you could continue to face him as you grinned, “What’s the reason you came today then, hm?”

The attempt at being a little flirty was brought to a swift end by your own clumsiness as your back hit a shop’s shelf, making you give a small grunt at the feeling. A piece of pottery on the top shelf rattled at the force, rolling its way to the edge before it dropped off the side, falling swiftly towards your head. You barely had time to react before Dottore swiftly moved closer to you, catching the vase with one hand as he looked at you with what you could only assume to be an amused expression.

“It’s certainly quite fascinating how you’ve managed to survive this long,” Dottore spoke with a hint of mirth in his voice as he gently put the vase back, “You seem to be insistent on getting into all kinds of trouble that requires my intervention.”

The shop keeper, having heard the commotion, stormed up to chastise you both, but upon realizing who you were with, they turned pale and immediately spun on their heels and headed in the opposite direction. Dottore smirked in a way that you were convinced was his way of saying ‘See? I told you so’.

“Well, it’s not my fault you make yourself so dependable,” You teased, but you could feel your face flushing a little bit in embarrassment at your blunder, “At any rate, you still haven’t told me why you’re here. Doesn’t a Harbinger have more pressing matters to attend to than following me around?”

“Perhaps,” He smiled, showing his sharp teeth for a moment as both of you began to aimlessly walk together once more, “But I am here despite my obligations to the Tsaritsa.”

You didn’t know whether to be flattered or concerned that the Doctor seemed to be playing hooky with his duties to Snezhnaya, and it didn’t escape your notice that he continued to dance around your question.

Before you could press again, Dottore gave another cryptic answer, “You could say that I’m actively participating in collecting data for research as we speak.”

You gave him an incredulous look, not believing that he was doing anything even remotely close to research. He didn’t even have a notebook or anything, so what could he possibly be researching?

“And what is it that the Doctor is researching this time? Surely it’s something so spectacular that you don’t have to run any tests or take notes,” You replied with a small laugh, believing him to just be testing you to see how gullible you were.

“You,” Dottore said simply, not even casting a glance in your direction, as though it was the most normal response in the world.

…Huh?

You found your next words leaving your mouth before you could stop yourself, “Is that your way of asking me on a date?”

Dottore stopped in his tracks, making you nearly stumble as you stopped mid-gait as you looked at him. He stared at you intently, or at least you assumed so behind his mask. The damn thing kept you from being able to figure out what was going through his head at the moment. Was he shocked? Angry? Embarrassed? You had no clue. All you knew was that he was staring at you like his life depended on it, not moving a muscle.

“A date,” Dottore slowly repeated, more as a statement than a question.

You swallowed hard, clamming up as you worried that you somehow offended the man in front of you. Perhaps it was presumptuous to assume he was even attracted to your gender, let alone you as an individual.

“U-Um, nevermind, it was…I was just-“ You struggled to come up with a reasonable explanation for what you had said that wasn’t just writing it off as a bad joke, but you were drawing a blank.

Then Dottore gave a small chuckle, his arms crossing over his chest as he replied in an amused tone, “You mean a date as in a romantic outing, do you not?”

Archons, you would give anything to die on the spot right now.

“If you’re into that,” You answered, cringing internally at your own wishy-washy response. Why did you have to dig yourself into an even deeper hole?

The silence was dreadful, and you could only stand there and shift awkwardly as Dottore stared you down through his mask. You wish he would say something, anything, if only to break the tense silence. At this point, you wouldn’t even care if he laughed at you if it meant getting past this awkward moment.

“How amusing,” The Harbinger smirked as he stepped closer to you, making you snap out of your internal lamenting of your awkwardness, “Fine then, we shall go on a date, (Y/N). I believe this could produce quite interesting results.”

You gaped at him for a moment before blinking a few times, “Y-You’re serious? You’ll take me on a date?”

You couldn’t believe you had gotten this far with a man who terrified entire nations. At one point you had convinced yourself he was entirely aromantic and asexual with how little he seemed interested in your average interpersonal relationships. Yet here he was, this stoic, indifferent man was agreeing to go on a date with you. If it were anyone else, you would have assumed they agreed as a joke, but Dottore didn’t seem like the type of man to agree to such a thing on mere humor alone.

“I believe you’ll see just how serious I am very soon,” Dottore spoke with a smug look, “Don’t tell me that you’re trying to back out now, hm? It would be a great disappointment to miss this opportunity.”

There was a certain tone in his voice that felt…slightly detached, but you couldn’t put your finger on why. Considering the man was inherently detached from those around him, you simply wrote it off as just his usual cold mannerisms seeping through.

“No, I’m definitely not backing out,” You insisted, your cheeks heating up a little as you looked at him, “So…when will you take me on a date then?”

Dottore hummed at your response, clearly entertained at your embarrassed state, “I believe I’ll leave that as a surprise. Wouldn’t want to ruin all the fun, now would we?”

Before you could protest at how ridiculous that was, Dottore already started walking off, waving to you over his shoulder as he spoke, “Until next time, (Y/N). I look forward to our date.”

“I- Wait, you can’t just- Are you even listening to me?” You called out to him, but it was clear that he had no intention of returning to the conversation as he disappeared into the crowd. If that man didn’t interest you so much, you would have cursed him out by now with how often he left you puzzled and confused at his actions, you were sure of it. With an exasperated sigh, you began walking back home, but there was a bit of a spring in your step that wasn’t there previously. Dottore was a strange man indeed, but perhaps that meant you were even stranger for seeking his affections.

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damnasstyles · 1 month

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I just sent a request but didn't realize i literally sent that same exact one like months ago omg I'm embarrassed. .. but can you do a dad!harry one of his first time alone with the baby 😭

hii!! i’m so sorry it’s taken me forever to write this, but it’s finally here! hope you like it! ❤️

*jesus i'm editing this on august 2024, i had completely forgotten i'd never published this lol, soz. anyways! edited it a bit and finished it so here you go! x*

880 words. Enjoy! x

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Ottilie was 12 weeks old and it had been over four months since yn had been out with her friends, whether that'd been for lunch, dinner, a party or just a coffee. This is why Harry had arranged for her to have a day out with her friends. Well, more than arranged, he strongly encouraged her to go out with them. She had been turning them down ever since Ottilie was born, but it was about damn time she got some quality yn time and get away from the mommy role for just a few hours.

This, of course, led to the situation Harry was in right now: covered in puke with a crying and smelly baby who refuses to leave her father’s arms.

“C’mon, sweet pea, we gotta take the onesie off and shower, alright? It’ll be twoooo seconds” He rocked her back and forth for a few more seconds before laying her down on the changing mat, which caused her to shriek harder than before. “I know, baby girl, III know, it’s alright, it’s okay” He tried to calm her down while getting her clothes off as quick as he can, his hand tickling her belly gently in an effort to cheer her up. "It’s ookaay, babyyy, look! All ready! Let’s take a warm bath to make you feel better, yeah?” He undressed himself at quick speed and opened the water tap. There was no way he was going to bathe her by herself since she was so fussy, not having as much skin to skin contact with her daddy as possible would make her even fussier. Such a daddy's girl.

He leaned forward over her and lifted her up, laying her on his chest, before walking into the walk-in shower. He had grabbed a small towel to cover Ottie with before walking in, so warm water would soak her but not fall directly over her. The warmth of Harry's chest, the soft drops of water on her back and her daddy's heartbeat seemed to soothe her a bit, though she could not seem to settle down fully.

"That's much better isn't it, bug? Hm?" A soft head kiss always made his heart flutter. "We have nice warm water now, and we're getting cleaned uupp" His soft tone never failed to soothe Ottie. From the moment he knew he was going to be a father, he started reading parenting books like it was his new religion. There was one specific chapter he read that stuck with him the most. It focused on the language development of the baby, and how narrating what was happening to them built better language foundations and encouraged faster acquisition. Since he'd read that book, he'd talk to the belly every single day without fail. Most days it'd be for an hour, but even in the most exhausting days he'd never skip at least a 10 minute monologue with Ottie in utero.

"Is your tummy hurting again, little bug? S'that why you got sick all over daddy and did a big explosive poo? That's okay, it happens to the best of us. We'll finish this niice shower in a minute, and we'll do some bicycle legs once you're in your cosy little pyjamas hm? How's that sound?" He booped her nose playfully with a soft and loving smile, making Ottie squint just a bit before letting out a soft sound, a mix between a giggle and a whine.

Once little Ottie was thoroughly clean, Harry stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped her into a new clean and dry towel, making sure she was well wrapped before he laid her down on the changing table and pulled his dirty boxers back on. He'd get a proper shower and change of clothes once Ottie was more settled.

He put Ottie into a fresh nappy and cosy pyjamas in record time, and took her to his and yn's bed. After he sat himself against the headboard, he laid Ottie between his spread legs, on the mattress. "Theeeee wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round, aaall daaay looonggg" Harry sang as he moved her little baby chubby legs up and down, one at a time, at the same time, side to side, circle-wise, any way that'd help her release the suspected gas inside her. And it worked! The moment he pushed both her leggies up and against her belly at the same time, gently yet firm, she let one rip that it made the bed covers shake! "Oop!" He said stopping his singing, little Ottie let a cute relieved "ah" sigh before a big smile and squeal appeared on her face. Harry bursted out laughing as she picked her up and kissed her cheek repeatedly. "That was one naaasty gas, bubba! Good job!"

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Behind Closed Curtains | Freminét

Freminét x HydroArchon!reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Happy New Year's Eve! I got inspired to write this a few weeks ago when I read @freminet-writings's hcs about Freminét dating male Hydro Archon!reader but lost motivation and picked this back up so I apologize if this fic seems kinda all over the place or a little awkward! 😓

Also here's the link to that hc. I really liked it and if you like Freminet, I definitely think you should check out @freminet-writings's blog! She makes some really nice fluffy hcs/drabbles in my opinion! :D

Crystal rain pours from the sky, dripping it's gems upon anything it could touch and drenching it. It's steady flow produces a serene melody, one that never gets old no matter how many times it's replayed.

As nice as this may be to some, the diver wishes it would stop. If the fairytales hold any weight to them it means somewhere out there, amidst this clear, crystal rain, the hydro dragon weeps, most likely submerged in or surrounded by water, alone and upset. It makes him tempted to chant, to plead with the dragon not to cry and to allow the rain to pass. However, deeming his situation, that wouldn't be appropriate..

"Ah! My most devoted follower! Do tell me, what brings you here at such an hour? I know you yearned to feel the greatness and power that my presence exudes, but you do know that even the most divine must rest, yes?"

Piercing mismatched ocean gaze dressed in gaudy, expensive fabrics and topped off with a matching hat, Y/n de Fontaine sits before Freminét. Their aura of godliness surrounding them like a king's cloak along with a crown of intimidation to go with it that makes them untouchable and unapproachable to some people in the water nation.

However, despite their loud words and even louder demeanor, they sit back and wait. Silently and patiently waiting for him to speak his mind about whatever reason he has to visit them so late at night, hoping and praying that it's something small and not some unexpected disaster.

After all, playing this role has posed to be a problem when it comes to comforting others. Having to constantly talk about being above everyone else.. Most people would take your genuine attempts as you pitying them..

"..I'm sorry for bothering you. I know you're probably tired.." He begins, snapping you away from your thoughts immediately, "I just wanted to check on you."

"Hm?"

"I.. I wanted to make sure you were alright," He clarifies. His voice, although a bit shaky, a little louder and more clear to hear than before.

"Lyney mentioned that you seemed upset about something earlier. I was planning on visiting then, but I didn't want him getting suspicious.. Uhm, a- anyways, are you alright? If there's something bothering you, Y/n, you can tell me. I..don't have the strength or power to promise you that I'll do something about whatever upsets you but I can, at the very least, listen to you talk about what's troubling you.."

Now that's not what you were expecting. Or rather, something you didn't want to expect. It was a small, quick slip from character, that's all. Everyone else in the Opera House brushed it off, why couldn't that magician do the same? Now your boyfriend sits here, concerned and asking questions you can't answer truthfully.

"Hehehehe~! Well aren't you the most adorable little devotee! For you to think that something could bother me, the Hydro Archon and ruler of Fontaine, is both cute and foolishly naïve of you!" You boast before another fit of giggles take over, "Worry not, for I am just fine! Nothing in this world could possibly bother me! Not a human nor a god from another nation.. Hah! Not even Celestia!"

"I understand your concern for me. After all, I'm constantly juggling tasks no ordinary human like yourself could ever imagine dealing with. It must be challenging for me, right? Well you're dead wrong! I am the embodiment of the all powerful! Nothing is hard for me! Hahaha~!"

"..Is that really true?" Freminét asks.

"You dare doubt me?" Y/n retorts, crossing their arms and holding them against their chest.

"No," He answers immediately only to pause, eventually following up with a small, "Well, maybe a little.. But if you're really fine, I'll believe you. Have a good night, Y/n."

And with that he gets up, but to his surprise, the archon before him, the same one who just told him that literally nothing in this world could trouble them, seemed rather distressed. Even going as far as to stand up from their comfortable seat to call out to him.

"Wait, where are you going?" You force out quickly. Freminét halts and looks back. A look of genuine confusion etched on his freckled face.

"I'm going back to the House of the Hearth. I had to sneak out in order to avoid anyone catching me.. I should head back before they find out I'm not in bed. I wouldn't want them to get worried and waste their time looking for me.."

"No!" You shriek. Freminét jumps. You notice and quickly clear your throat, "I- I mean, no..~" You drawl, "You can't, I uh.. I haven't.. Our time here isn't up yet! Yeah.. You can't leave because you haven't spent your full time here yet!"

"What do you mean?"

"W- Well you came here to talk to me and might I remind you that I am a god! When you converse with me, it's tradition to stay for at least a full hour before leaving so that I may properly bless you with good faith and fortune and all of that.."

A stretch, but not entirely false. For centuries, religious families from all over the nation have scheduled meetings just to worship you and hear your words of good faith for them and their families, most of which staying for hours on end until they're forced to leave by the Gardes so technically you aren't lying to him. Twisting the truth, maybe. But definitely not lying!

An expression of skepticism crosses the driver's face for a long moment as he mulls over your words in silence. A couple seconds pass, each one making you more and more nervous. After all, there's no official rule or anything that states that he has to stay here so if he really wanted to, he could leave and you'd let him.

Despite what you may say, you can't exactly force him. Anyone else? Sure, you'd have no problem making them do as you please. But Freminét? No, no, no. You see, he's what one would call special. He has leverage over you. Leverage that no one else has. And that leverage is being your beloved partner in secret. If he were to tell or make any indication that he's uncomfortable or upset, you'd do just about anything you could to make him feel better which of course includes letting him leave this Opera House if that's what he'd truly want.

"..Hm, I guess I have no choice but to stay here until time is up.. I've been here for some time so I probably don't have much time left here anyway."

"On the contrary! It's been not but a few minutes since you've sat down so you have a lot more time here than you think." You say.

"But I've been here for almost a half an hour.."

"Archons see time differently than humans, my dear," You explain, "While as time may seem faster to you, it's much different for me. So by my calculations, you still have at least fifty minutes left with me before you can go. Leaving any sooner will count as great disrespect!"

Did that come off too strong? Were you too loud? Ooh.. You hope Freminet didn't feel too pressured by what you said. You just want—no, you need him to stay a little longer. You need to relish in the comfort that his presence brings you just a little longer.

..You want to be selfish just a little longer..please..

Freminet's lips part to speak only to immediately shut. Avoiding eye contact, he walks back over to the couch across from yours and sits down, his eyes remaining glued to the floor. Holding back a sigh, you plop back down on the cushion, staring down at your gloved hands which are clasped together in your lap.

Now you've done it. You should've just stayed quiet and let him leave! Now he's uncomfortable and you two are sitting in this awkward silence that's absolutely killing you!

How can you fix this? Should you resort to flattery? Agh, no. Freminet wouldn't like that. Should you just carry on conversation? What would you talk about.. The sea, maybe?

"Tell me, how has your little companion been faring? I noticed that you didn't bring him with you," You inquire, not ready to look up and see his face just yet and deciding to keep your gaze fixed on your hands.

Freminét looks up, a little surprised. You were interested in Pers? And here he thought you were silently judging him for carrying him around all of the time..

"He's doing fine. I left him back at the House of the Hearth to keep Thelxie company. Although..I was reluctant in doing so.."

"Thelxie? Are you referring to the Water Imp in that children's fairytale? How and why would Pers be keeping him company?"

"It's a little complicated.. I've accepted a commission to make a toy and per my commissioner's request, I've named the toy Thelxie," He explains.

"Hm, I'll admit that you've peaked my interest," You gain the courage to look back up at Freminét. Deciding not to comment on the way he immediately looks away from you upon locking eyes with you, "You've mentioned before that you don't take commissions and prefer to work at your own pace without feeling pressured. What about this commission is so different from the rest? Well, besides the fact that you're basing the toy off a children-eating water imp from a children's tale."

It takes a moment for Freminét to respond and when he finally does, he speaks in a lower tone, "I.. hm.."

"What is it?" You ask, "I know me being interested in things other than an excellent performance is hard to come by and I've been told of the pressure one feels with faced against my expectations, but you should at least try to answer my questions."

"I'm sorry," Freminét mumbles quickly, beginning to fiddle with the skin of his fingers, "But.. For the sake of her privacy, I can't really go into any further detail about this.."

And the silence returns and oh, how you've come to absolutely despise it since your relationship with the diver began. You want to say something. You even fix your lips, waiting for the words to come to you, but they don't. Leaving you looking rather dumbstruck as a result.

What is wrong with you? He's just a person. Someone without any kind of intimidating aura or power to him so why are you hesitating? Since you can't talk about the commission, change the subject. Simple and easy, right?

Don't be so scared. It's just Freminét. Yes, no reason to be nervous. It's just Freminét. It's just Freminét—

"Can you..hold me?" Wait, what are you saying? That wasn't apart of the script! What are you doing? "Please.. It doesn't have to be for too long and you may leave immediately afterwards if you'd like..I just.. I really would like it if..uhm.."

Face warmed, avoiding eye contact, the light sweating.. What? Have you really reduced yourself to some shy background character who's only purpose in the film is to stammer out stupid sentences occasionally? That's no fit for someone who's been acting for as long as you have. You need to fix this. You need to save this performance!

But what do you say? Nothing's coming to mind. All you have to say is a few simple words with your usual confident tone and then divert the conversation to something else until you can recover completely. That's it. That all you have to do so why are freezing up? Don't tell me you suddenly have stage fright or something. That would be unacceptable.

You've been silent for too long. Any longer and you won't be able to salvage this no matter what you say! So, speak. Say something! Anything—!

Cool hands finally snap you from your thoughts. One snakes around your waist and the other rest on the side of your head. You fall to the side and your stiff body collides with smooth clothing before you can react.

"Is this.. Are you..okay with this position?" His voice comes out as a small whisper, just a bit quieter than normal, "My mother.. She could always tell when I was upset. She would hold me just like this and sing in my ears until I felt better.. I- I'm not a good singer like she was, but I can tell you about some of the clockworks I've been working on lately. I'd probably bore you though.."

This definitely wasn't apart of the script. What should you do? Pull away? Chastise him for touching you so freely? You really don't want to do that. His cool embrace, the smell of the ocean on his clothing that for some reason makes you feel the opposite of the uneasy feeling you'd usually get from smelling seawater.. This feels so nice..safe almost.. Can't you just add this in or something? Surely it wouldn't be too out of character for you to indulge in this, right? Right?

At the dejecting sound of your silence, Freminét's already loose grip loosens even more to the point you barely feel his hands on you, "I'm sorry.. I've never done this so I.." He trails off as he watches you pull his arm so that it wraps around you again. The previous statement he was planning to finish having long been forgotten as he seems more focused on you and how embarrassingly warm his face has gotten than whatever he was planning to say.

You arms hesitantly cage his waist, keeping his body flush against you as you begin mumbling something incoherent under your breath. You bury your face—which is beginning to become unbearably warm itself—into his shoulder and with your mouth closer to his ear, he was finally able to hear you..

"Even archons need to be pampered occasionally, divinity or not. You should be honored to share such close proximity with me and bask in the elegance that is me so, uhm..please stay for as long as you're able.."

With a brief wave of confidence that washes over him, Freminét brings his other hand back up to your head, this time slowly running his fingers through your hair, "Oh..alright," He mumbles against your hair after a while.

Another silence comes creeping in yet it no longer carries that thick, unpleasant air of awkwardness with it. Instead, it's light, almost soothing, just like his touch. It was as if the lights behind the closed curtains had dimmed a little and although it didn't stop your performance, it made it a little more bearable.

He makes things just a little more bearable for you, even though he isn't aware of it.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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holdmeclosebutdontloveme · 1 year

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Warning: Nudity, masturbation, power imbalance.

He has seen a lot of pretty faces from young fledglings to old veterans. All eager to sit down on his couch, say their praises for a role they heard from their agent and act out a few lines with much passion as any actors that comes into his office.

Which wasn’t much considering it’s a porno they’re planning to film but, hey, if it helps - it helps. So, people are vomiting paragraphs, everyone got their things that keeps them calm.

Which is why he didn’t mind when you stumbled into his office, all red in the face with a stutter that causes him to check your files for your name.

“Hm, so you’re trying to make it big in this industry, huh?” Small talks eases everyone’s worries, albeit it only makes Kishibe anxious even more, but you slowly lose the tension from your shoulders with his attempt.

“Uh, ye-yeah, I guess so,” you replied back, fidgeting the tears from denim shorts and puts a couple of strands of hair to the back of your ear. “Thought, I’d make a quick buck making some porn, you know.”

“Well, female pornstars do get an advantage with their wages than the men,” Kishibe chimes in before checking the pictures you’ve sent.

From small features from ads to the extra roles you got from afternoon dramas and mediocre cop shows. Kishibe couldn’t help but conclude as to the reason why you’re here in the first place. It’s not like you’re the first budding actor that’s naïve to showbiz and tried it yourself only to get little payback from your trials and errors in a getting a role that will projectile you to the bigger screen.

All desperate for something but getting nothing, porn seems to be the alternative for others. If it meant a better paycheck than being a waitress.

He looks at you once more; the denim shorts and the tank top. God, your attempt in getting in was obvious with your outfit but, like he said, you’re not the first. Some people come in naked so in a way, you’re basically a prude.

“Can you stand up for me?” Kishibe asked.

“Yes, sir,” you quickly answered and stands up from the couch.

You tried to show nonchalance; wanting to look daring with smoldering gaze and a smirk. But Kishibe just sees a blushing virgin that hides their hands on their back with their head slightly bowed and lips form a small pout.

Nudity was something he sees on a regular basis, it’s his job to put people that look objectively good on camera and he knows you’d be a great addition to this industry. Some guys like to see a cute gal getting ruined.

“Turn around.” This time it’s an order, one you didn’t hesitate to perform quickly.

Kishibe gulps at the ass he sees in front of him, tightly taking up space from the already short shorts. It curves the fabric to its shape. His gaze moves down to your thick thighs before moving up to the nape of your neck.

“Face forward.” And so you did.

His brow raised by the tiny pricks on your tank top which you proceeded to hide with your hands once you finally noticed what he was staring at. Your complexions turns dark with your blush and your confidence waned by the appreciation he expressed with a hum.

“I can explain!” But you couldn’t; your stutters merely worsen with each word you butchered and he already gave you ample time to explain yourself.

He taps his pen on the table, loudly, and orders, “sit down.”

You were quick to do so with your hands hidden underneath your thighs. Kishibe’s attention did detour on the moment before proceeding to aim his focus on the embarrassment written on your face.

He sighed. “Your nipples would the third thing people will research about you.”

“I know,” you muttered.

“So, you won’t mind if I ask to see them, right?” This time, he requests, nudging forth his wants with encouragement that slips out from his mouth as easily as it is to feel his cock twitched by the expression you gave him - innocence.

“Would this be illegal, sir?” Kishibe bit his tongue from your question.

“Sweetheart, you’re getting paid by being naked in front of the camera. Might as well start getting used to a bunch of people looking at you in your birthday suit.”

You gave his words some thought before eventually settling to do as he wished. But before you could, however, he requests another, “take your tank top off slowly.”

Which you did and Kishibe takes a deep breath, getting immersed by the soft bounce of your breasts. And your nipples standing bravely in front of him.

“How do you feel right now?” Kishibe asked before closing your file.

“Embarrassed...” you answered without a stutter this time; good.

“Embarrassed is good - perfect, in fact. But, you can’t keep acting embarrassed throughout the film, right?” You shook your head which pleases him, gaining another twitch from his cock.

“No, sir,” you verbalize your answer, “I... don’t think being shy would be good for the video.”

You took your hands off from underneath your thighs to fidget with your shorts once more. From it, Kishibe was blessed with an opportunity to proceed with an idea to dissuade that habit of yours. “Now, how about you try to relax yourself? Heard ladies start their masturbatin’ with a bit of nipple pinching and all that.”

Scandalized was an understatement but his silence didn’t give you an option to disagree.

“Just pretend that I am not here,” Kishibe assures and reclines to his chair once more, angling on the sideways to give some sort of privacy for the gal in front of him.

Although, he slips a hand down to his thighs, feeling his cock stiffen from his grip. He squeeze the tip and slips out a breathy curse; aiming his sin at you from the corner of his eye.

You pinched your nipples just like he told you to do; starting off experimental before you move like a natural. Maybe it’s the silence that granted you freedom to express it; your stifled moans grew louder as pinches turns cups to squeezes of your entire breasts. The heat that simmers with you, the throb from your pussy and the clenches it makes - holding onto nothing with a need for something.

You can’t help but crossed your legs, one over the other, squeezing your thighs together and just feel something.

“Ah... myaa,” you mewl.

“Don’t cross your legs...” Kishibe warns, “that’s where the magic happens.”

Reluctantly, you listened, but each attempt fails in completing what was asked. Your face glistens from sweat and your eyes darkens from lust and the embarrassment. You still hold on to your breasts; nipples puffy and so were your bottom lip from biting.

Kishibe clicked his tongue and you flinched from the sound.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you apologized.

He stood up with a sigh and strides to your side. You raised your head to look at him, your hands falls down to your lap, nervous. He cups your chin and forces your attention on him than anywhere else in this bare office of his.

You licked your lips, trying hard not to glance at the sweatpants he’s wearing with the obvious hard prick lying stiff within it.

But Kishibe noticed and tighten his grip on you. “When I say spread, you spread, alright? Girls like you wouldn’t be casted if you’re being difficult with directions.”

He lets go of your chin and takes a couple of steps back, watching you finally offer yourself to him. With a deep breath, Kishibe sees how bare the shorts covered your thighs and as your legs rests on each side of the couch, the fabric rises until none of your skin was hidden away from him.

“It seems you also forgot your underwear,” Kishibe comments, stroking his cock through his sweatpants. The tip have gotten his boxers wet but not enough to darken a patch on his clothes either but he imagines you’d be tempted by the wetness if it happens.

Just like he is with the juice that coat your thighs and a tiny bit of his beloved couch.

“Strip.” A word you obeyed immediately and took off your shorts without a hassle. You still spread your legs out, your hands pulling your thighs apart from each other to expose your glistening cunt for him.

“Is it... magical, sir?” You asked.

“Very.” And Kishibe begins to strip too.

#kishibe smut #kishibe x reader #kishibe chainsaw man #kishibe x you #kishibe x y/n #it is hard to write with one hand #haha my first ever kinda smut?#hope its good uwu #hard to write smut because kishibabe's cock is hard qwq

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kunizk · 2 years

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𖥨᩠ׄ݁ . * ۫ ࣭ * . turn it all with me.

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ . * aiku insists you two celebrate his teams win in the locker rooms, let’s make this quick.

warnings : fab!reader, semi public sex ( if you can call it sex.), dry humping, clothed sex, groping ( ass ), all characters are aged up over 21, I swear to fucking god if my work gets community labeled again . im coming for you . !!!

“you in here sweetheart?” aiku sounds out from the door of the locker room, it wasn’t hard to recognize his voice — scruffy, loud and seductive — on your part. “im here!” your pretty little voice yelled from the water fountain, filling up water bottles of his teammates as well as his after the victory win they just had, must of been exhausted.

“well aren’t you helpful” aiku loves doing that — teasing you, sometimes he thinks it’s the only thing he does to you, to get a reaction out of you and it’s amazing each time

“congratulations on your win aiku, ‘m happy for you” placing his bottle into his hands, as you deliberately tapped your index finger on your cheek “you gotta give me a thank you kiss, hm oli?” — but the amazing thing about teasing you is you always reciprocate the feeling, but he always wins — hm unfair.

“thank you angel” oliver’s hands found the lining of your jaw before he leaned in, you were never simple when you needed things. your hands found the squish of cheeks, before his lips could reach your cheeks — you redirected his lips, connected them with yours.

as lips curl up into a smile, rather big one into the kiss. he wasn’t gunna lose to you surely you know that. aiku large hands cupped your thighs from under you, dropping you of balance before he wrapped them around his waist, fuck.

plopping down onto the bench “you also know how to rile me up.” oliver’s loud and rough voice muffled between your lips, hands fuddling with the plush of your thighs. “you gotta let me rub up on you, how ‘bout we both do it yeah as a celebration, cum with me baby.” with a role of his his. breathing into the space of your neck and shoulders, he began pressing open mouth kisses from your shoulders to your neck — slow and sensual.

the pace was slow but needy, good.

your thighs twitched in his hands, you couldn’t handle him teasing you like this — not in this shape and form “oli .. please”

“please what sweetheart, you gotta speak up for me” his gloved hands pinched the fat globes of your ass, one hand did while the other combed through his thick pile of hair “mm fuck you feel good” pressing a kiss on your throat “ i-i need you to .. faster, go faster”

good girl.

he could feel the way your clothed pussy twitched around the hard erection, both your paces were faster now — filled with desperation to let go and feel it. he could basically feel your gummy walls flex with need, such a greed cunt you have

oh fuck how bad he wanted to be inside you, sucking his cock in and squeezing around him made him drool at the thought of it but the boys were in the other room — and the walls were thin, they could probably hear the grunts and small whisper that came out of the both of you. but could you blame him or you in the state you were both in, “mm fuck” and “ please please” filled the atmosphere and room.

how was he suppose to resist you when you felt so good he could basically fuck a child into you, lose himself inside you.

aiku thrusts and hip rolls had gotten faster, heavier “aiku.. p-please please please!” your arms tightened around his neck while you felt that tight knot in your stomach, you were pretty sure he felt it too with the way he humped into you like an animal. deep as if he wanted to tear off your shorts

“are you close princess? mm .. i am too, can basically feel you about to cum” oliver bit at your shoulder, suppressing the moans he wanted to let out, instead let out loud groans into the fabric of your jersey — same one as the rest of the team but you were just their manager. as well as oliver’s cute little girlfriend

“im.. ngghh.. ‘m gunna cum, gunna come oli mm” you cried into his shoulder while he groped at your ass to suppress his sounds “come for me, you can do it angel cmon.”

with aiku pounding into your shorts like that it took one last cry into his shoulders before you cam.

oliver continued to reach his high, his hips continued to roll — pressing your lower body down onto his erection before he came into his boxers — leaving both of you slumped against each other, panting and sticky from the sweat and release.

“mm, that’s the stuff. you did good sweetheart” aiku rubbed your back and slouched into the bench while you both relaxed from your high

“congratulations again oli” you beckoned into his shoulder

authors note : basically posted this because i forgot about it like weeks ago but posting it for emmie becz she’s just so pretty and amazing and basically my girlfie <3

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matrixxsystem · 4 months

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Terrapin Soup Part 6 (2/2)

"Leo.." Usagi looked around, a bit unsure, "Id this what you meant when you mentioned your portals being a bit.. Unstable?" "Hm? Oh, no, I did this one on purpose. I uhm.. I thought it'd be nice to sit up here with you, maybe.. Watch the sun set? Since it's like the one thing the hidden city doesn't have." Usagi smiled seeing Leo try to hide his blushing, he'd gotten pretty fond of Leo in the short time they actually knew each other.. "I've never seen the sunset from a view like this.. How kind of you." He carefully walked closer to the edge of the building, waiting for Leo to join him before sitting down. "I wanted to give my brothers a bit more time to get the kitchen together since I'm sure it's a mess by now." They both laughed at that, knowing full how it was more then likely true. Leo glanced over, trying to play it cool as he reached his hand over taking Usagi's into his. "It's been a while since I did this, but it's a lot nicer sharing it with someone. I mean, I'm not really a big nature and 'look at the stars' kinda guy but I thought you'd probably like it so.." "I think it looks amazing, it's not often I'm able to do something like this. Thank you for sharing this with me Leo." "..C-Can I share something else with you?" "Yes, anything Leo." "You.. You have to close your eyes first though.. Okay?" Usagi nodded and closed his eyes as Leo requested, giving his hand a little squeeze and their fingers interlocked. Despite being on the edge of a building that stood over one thousand feet tall, Usagi had no trouble trusting him. Leo had been overthinking it earlier, that he'd be far too shy to return Usagi's gesture later tonight when he was on his way home, he figured it'd be easier to do it here while they had privacy. And April told him a few times to "put his big boy shell on and make the first move for once" so there was that too. He took a deep breath leaned in, his free hand coming up to gently cup Usagi's face to hold it in place. Closing his own eyes like an idiot as he killed the distance between them till they met in a kiss, though he pulled back pretty quick after, in disbelief that he actually just did that. Usagi's expression didn't shift as much as Leos would've if he'd been on that end, but when he opened his eyes again Leo felt his heart skip a beat, fuck his eyes were pretty.. He gave Leo's hand another squeeze, silent for a moment probably processing. "I like when you share things with me." He said after a moment. Oh frick he was cute.. And his smile and those big eyes and soft fur and his hand fits in mine so well and... I wanna kiss him again.. I really wanna kiss him again- "I-I like sharing things with you.. Uh- We should.. I'm sure the foods done by now so we should.." Usagi nodded and waited for Leo to let go of his hand before he stood up, watching from a few feet back as Leo made another portal, gesturing for Usagi to go ahead. And once they were on the other side Leo proceeded with his partly rehearsed tour of the lair, only going off script to introduce him to April and Splinter. It all seemed to go really well, even when Splinter tried to act tough or while Mikey barged in to give him another hug. Or when a mini food fight broke out during dinner because Donnie insisted on calling salt 'sodium chloride' when he asked for it to be passed to him. But at the end of the night everyone seemed to have a good time, they asked Usagi about his life, where he grew up, what plans he had if any for the future, what he thought of Leo. Which of course they were all met with vague honestly. Things like;

"I've lived in the hidden city my whole life. My teacher had been tracking a small band of killers, he found them at the end of a trail that ended with the lives of my parents. He took me in seeing I had no one else."

"I'm not sure yet, I assume I'd take over my teachers role, doing the jobs I do now just on a bigger scale."

"I think Leo is.. Unique. He's kind, and brave.. And despite hardships still strives to make people smile and laugh. I'm lucky to have met him the way I did."

Needless to say that last response earned a wide array of coos from the family, no further questions needed of course. Though.. What Raph had said not long after their first meeting still stuck in Mikey's head. He wondered why he felt uncomfortable that time, and if that feeling went away yet or if it was just his older brother instincts to be that way? Usagi seemed pretty genuine, and Leo did too, he'd never seem him more happy and 'at home' maybe ever? But no one else seemed to feel that way, even April who was an older sister to them or Splinter who as a dad should be more guarded then Raph right? It didn't make sense..

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daaydreamy · 2 years

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Pls just write smth longer bout subrry being in subspace 😩

keep me safe in your arms

summary: y/n takes care of harry while he’s in subspace.

warnings: talk of subspace

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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Harry’s vision was blurry.

He tried to blink the blurriness away to be able to look at Y/N clearly because all he could see was a blurry outline of her features. He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles, hearing a soft clunk and feeling Y/N’s arm brush against him. It sort of felt like he was in a daze, like he was dreaming whilst fully awake at the same time. He had only gone into subspace two times before and Y/N was particularly rough tonight, so she wouldn’t be surprised if he was in that headspace currently. She was more than willing to coax him out of it, anyway.

“You okay?” She asked him softly and he could finally see her clearly now. She was sitting beside him, on the edge of the bed. She had also gotten dressed already, wearing a loose t-shirt with comfortable shirts. She must have cleaned him up already while he was passed out as well with a damp cloth because he was no longer dirty, just naked.

“‘M fine.” He said, voice a little rough.

“Do you think you can come back to me, hm?”

“Dunno’.” He bit his lower lip softly and she laughed a little.

“That’s okay. Drink.” She said, taking the cold glass of water on the nightstand. He sat up a little, taking the glass to take a few sips. The water had barely even reduced once he was done and he was about to place it back down on the nightstand, only for her to stop him.

“More, you know that wasn’t enough.”

Harry couldn’t help but smile a little as he pressed the edge of the glass against his lips once more, taking gulps of the cool water and feeling it go down his throat smoothly until there was nothing but a small drop left at the bottom. He was able to place it on the nightstand this time. She then took the small container beside the glass that was filled with fresh strawberries they had just bought recently, opening it and placing the cap beneath it. She popped one into her mouth and grabbed another for Harry. She assumed that he was going to take it from her hand, but instead he parted his lips, as if he wanted her to feed it to him.

She smiled around the strawberry in her mouth, shaking her head a little as she pressed the strawberry to his lips, allowing him to take a bite.

Before this relationship, Y/N had absolutely no idea what subspace was. She had never even heard the word before. She hadn’t explored the whole BDSM thing yet and had never taken one of the dominant/submissive roles during sex. Being with Harry let her explore her body more, the insides and out. They liked trying new things, it was what made things so fun and exciting that it made their hearts race with anticipation. Harry was more fond of taking up the submissive role while Y/N took up the dominant role in bed, so that was their dynamic.

Once they had finished eating, she left the room for a little while to put the leftover strawberries back in the fridge, so Harry had to deal with that loneliness that barely even lasted a minute.

Once she came back, she sat back down on the bed. She looked at him and he gave her a lopsided smile and she could already sort of tell he was in subspace based off of that doe-like look in his eyes. He was also very clingy (even more than he already was), she had learned, which was why he was grabbing her hand and pulling her closer to him now.

“You’re not even going to get dressed?” She chuckled softly.

He only shook his head.

“But that’s not fair, you’re naked and I’m fully clothed-”

“Kiss me, please?”

She only hummed, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, murmuring a quiet ‘so needy’ under her breath before she did. He groaned softly once she pulled away, wanting more than just that. She would roll her eyes and laugh whenever Harry was really needy, but deep down she really did love how he would beg for kisses or to hold him because he was cold (he was never really that cold, he just wanted to feel her arms around him tightly) or hug her waist with his face pressed into her head, and it was probably one of the things she treasured most in her life.

He looked at her pleadingly and so she gave in, like she always did, and leaned in to press her lips to his. They closed their eyes and Harry’s arms snaked around her waist to keep her close, tilting his head to the side a little as he let his lips part. She placed a hand on his cheek, letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction into his mouth.

“Was that enough?” She asked softly once she pulled away.

“Barely.”

a/n: yes i know you can’t tell if someone was in subspace based off of a look in their eyes BUT this is fanfiction so who cares 😁 anyway thank you for reading!! feedback is always appreciated 🫶 love you

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 2 years

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Power Armor Punch Part Sixty

Masterlist

(I swear we need to stick the bebe’s into incubators with blankets so they stay warm, snuggly, and safe)

Teahteal: *climbs on the sofa but doesn't get too close. Nervously* Donovon got a bit scraped up but he's mostly fine... but I'm more concerned about you. Are you okay? I'm sorry I left you here on your own... *expecting to be cussed out or yelled at which is why he's not getting closer*

Joyce: (Gives him a thumbs up) “It’s all good, I just got a little scared for everyone.” (Scoots closer to Teshteal, not noticing how nervous the gremlin actually is as she’s too rattled herself)

Ma: (Rises to her feet, wanting to check up on her son) (To Teshteal) “Keep an eye on her for me please? I have to make sure Donny is holding up alright.”

Teshteal: *still expecting to be punished in some way. He doesn't move at all unless she wants him to*

Gardio: *ties a splint to Lucille's ankle and bangages it before elevating it with a throw pillow* Try to stay off it for a few days, okay?

Nick: *starts cleaning and rebandaging her wounds, rubbing salve on it so none of them will get infected*

Jasmine: (Weakly mewls from the pain, making no attempt at swatting Nick away. She's covered almost completely in scratches that all insult her in some way or are meant to shame her for how her looks and her figure naturally are)

Nick: *reassuring her as he covers the girl head to toe with bandages and occasionally stitches*

Ma: (Rushes off to check on Donovan, planning on giving everyone a once over when she can. She pounds up the stairway, glancing around at the torn apart room)

Donovan: (Raises his head when Ma enters the rooming, mustering up a small smile) "Hey Mama..."

Ma: (Sits besides him, fussing over her son like he is still a small child as she looks him over) "Love, are you alright? What hurts, hm?"

Donovan: (Shrugs it off) “Eh, nothing that I haven't walked off before, don't worry about it too much." (Cups his sweet and dear mothers face, concerned about her as she always plays the role of everyone's mother and caretaker, and she's done much more stressful fretting and nurturing for the past few days)

Ma: (Is very stressed out and frazzled, she can’t stand to see anybody she loves and cares for in discomfort or pain. And she loves and cares for practically any person she crosses paths with)

Jasmine: (Whimpers and whines even more from the pain while she’s being tended to, now out of the reset stage but she's still very much under the Zero Day command. Horribly enough, she is used to being blamed for the sexual assaults that happen to her by her rapists who use her looks and training in charm as an excuse, so she believes those shaming phrases almost more than the other words)

Nick: *keeps reassuring her as he treats her, managed to half way bandage her*

Joyce: (Finally notices Teshteal isn’t moving and looks kinda stiff so she puts a gentle hand on his arm with more worry in her big emerald eyes that are reddened by her tears) “What’s wrong? Did you get hurt while you were up in the lighthouse?” (Starts checking him over for any injuries, moving the collar of his shirt to see if he has any bruises)

Teshteal: *surprised by the concern. No yelling at him for his failings. She's not saying that if he got hurt he deserved it for running away when he should have stayed. Quietly* I'm fine. I didn't get hurt badly. A couple of very tiny cuts from the glass on my hands but nothing bad. *doesn't move from his spot and cusses himself out for it* I should be comforting you. Not the other way around- fxcking stupid self centered Linus. Can't even move to comfort your girlfriend. *looks at Joyce* You were up there, too. Are you okay...? Are you going to be okay...?

Joyce: (Takes Teshteals hand and turns them over to check the small cuts on his palms. She then gives a quick kiss to each hand, folding his fingers into fists as if to hold the kisses info place then she puts her arms around his shoulders) “You’re not stupid, Teshteal. Or self centered. You just put yourself in harms way to go after Lucille and charged up to the lighthouse to help Donny with Rosie.” (Leans in close, blinking at him as she gives a sweet smile) “And I’ll be fine, you came back for me as quick as you could.”

Gardio: *sighs and sits next to Lucille's bed on the ground. He examines her arm and wonders if he can re-attach it or improve on it*

Donovan: (Pulls Ma in for a hug, letting her head lean on his shoulder) “Mama, you have to slow down for a moment. I know you love to nurture people, but take some time for yourself too…”

Ma: (Chuckles softly) “Oh, looks who’s talking Mr-took-over-Joyce’s-and-his-mothers-chores-for-the-day.”

Donovan: “You were looking after everyone inside, that’s still valid work that takes an emotional toll.”

Ma: (Gives him a look) “You’ve been doing that more often even before Rosie showed up.”

Donovan: “Because Joyce is already stressed out enough and I can tell you are too, for multiple reasons. You both need a rest from physical labor, and I can take it on my own just fine. I did way more outdoor work back at the farm and I’m accustomed to it after 200 years of doing it.” (To be fair, he did have more help there…)

Ma: (Frowns with concern) “But for how long do you plan to keep this up? You’re also still emotionally healing, so don’t forget about that as I certainly won’t…”

Donovan: (Lowers his head slightly, feeling a pang in his heart) “I know when to stop and take a well deserved rest, Ma. You don’t need to fret about me.”

Ma: (Pats his cheek as she sits up, now the one pulling in Donny for a hug) “Mhm, try stopping a good mother from mothering is impossible, sweetie. You know that for a fact.”

Donovan: (Sighs heavily, sniffling a little) “Yeah. I do know…” (Partly thinking about the last time they had this conversation as he thinks about Jazzy, tears forming in his eyes when he remembers why they even decided to come here in the first place)

Jasmine: (Laying there limply, unable to move when she’s under this command until Nick tells her she’s dismissed. She can’t really think as her mind is numb with the command too, but she can smell the odor of blood from her hair and body so she stays focused on that)

Nick: *using waterproof bandages so he can give her another bath. Nearly done* Almost there, doll. Going to give you a bath next so you can get some rest in something comfy.

Jasmine: (Doesn’t respond or acknowledge her father while she groans another strained cry, feeling completely dead and worthless inside)

Teshteal: *leans into her embrace, resting his head just under her chin. Quietly as he wraps his arms around her* Do you need someone to stay with you tonight...? Just for comfort..? *looks up at her with big concerned but loving eyes*

Joyce: (Smiles a little brighter, kissing the top of his head. As childish as it sounds, she usually ends up sneaking to Ma’s or Donny’s bed in the middle of the night for comfort cuddles. Sometimes they come to her if they sense something is off or are worried about something happening) “I could always use the comfort. Now the next question is, do you?”

Donovan: (Looks up to his mother, swallowing a lump in his throat) “Did you see Rosie…?”

Ma: (Somberly nods) “Her father is taking care of her, I strongly believe he has it under control for now.”

Donovan: (Thinks about what Jazzy had just told him during her fit of hysterics, deciding against letting Ma know for now. The poor woman heart will break apart and she’ll stress over the little girl further, and right now more stress isn’t what’s needed. He’ll ask Nick about it later when the timing is right and everyone has had a chance to calm down)

Nick: There... *scoops her up and takes her to the bathroom. He puts her in the tub and starts the water then goes to get soap and a wash rag. He peaks his head into where Ma and Donny are* Gonna need a fresh pair of clothes for Rosie. If you point me to them, I'll get them myself.

Ma: (Raises her head when Nick enters the lighthouse) “Oh. Well, I had washed and mended all of your groups clothes for ya, including Rosie’s. They should all be up in the guest room if you need them.” (Thinks she should get working on patterns for new clothes for Jas, especially undergarments as those take special alterations. She has so much to get done…) “And her basket of toiletries should still be under the little table in the bathroom if you need those.”

Donovan: (Would ask about how Jazzy is doing but he’s currently quietly weeping into Ma’s shoulder at some painful memories and what he’s found out about poor Rosie)

Jasmine: (Sitting in the tub with her knees tucked under her chin, fully tempted to dive face first into the water to drown herself but she thankfully still can’t move as Nick hasn’t taken her out of the command)

Teshteal: *beams and looks up at her* I would love to! *kisses her jaw*

Joyce: (Softly giggles at the kisses as she wraps her boyfriend up in a warm hug. Out of the corner of her eye she spots Winnie whom Jas had left behind while fleeing to the lighthouse and she wonders if they should return the toy to the girl)

Teshteal: *nuzzles her neck softly*

Joyce: (Leans back on the sofa with Teshteal held close, figuring that they will give the toy back when they get up to eat again. Speaking of which, they’ll have to reheat their food)

Teshteal: *softly* I never want to leave this comfort. *tail swishes lazily*

Joyce: (Pets his head with one hand while the other rubs his back in slow circles) "Heh, neither do I, it’s magical and heartwarming…. But I hate to break this to you, but we still have not eaten and I’m starving after the scare and crying..."

Nick: Thanks. *goes and gathers it all, pouring soap in to make sudsy bubbles. He starts washing the blood out of her hair*

Jasmine: (Still can’t move, otherwise she would be crying and protesting this)

Nick: *switches out the water and scrubs her body down* Once you're all dry and in bed I'll snap ya out of it. I know you're not enjoying this and I'm sorry. But I needed you like this to take care of you.

Jasmine: (Closes her eyes as tears dribble down her cheeks. The water feels nice, cool, and silky soft on her burning and sore body, it’s very relaxing along with Nicks scrubbing that’s making her feel clean and refreshed again. There’s a temptation to ask to stay in this luxury feeling longer… But she is not suppose to have nice things, she’s supposed to be dead! She is mad, agitated, and frustrated at the moment! She’d be mewling and trying to climb out of the tub if she could, expressing this to her best extent)

Nick: *sadly* I don't want you to die... and if you're worried taking care of you will kill me, don't. I'm a synth, remember? Just put my brain in another body and I'll be just fine. *smiles sadly albeit warmly at his daughter* You wouldn't be able to kill me if you tried.

Jasmine: (Sniffles, keeping still and expressionless while continuing to cry. Normally she’s not suppose to be crying while in this state, but Nick hasn’t said anything and she knows he won’t call her out on it. And it’s not just Nick she’s worried about, it’s everyone else she considers friend/family. Besides, you can mentally kill someone. She knows because she’s almost there herself…)

Teshteal: *nods* We can pick this back up in your room, I guess. *face goes red when he realizes what he said* I didn't mean it like that...

Joyce: (Chuckles at that remark) “I know what you mean, don’t worry about it.” (Pulls back and sits upright on the sofa)

Pirate: (Perks up from her doggy bed, wagging her tail)

Dogmeat: (Was laying right besides her and also perks up, tilting his head with a curious whine)

Joyce: (Remembers that she has to feed the pups as well, poor babies are probably so confused on what’s going on)

Teshteal: *sits up before she can scoot up too far. Avoiding another awkward situation as much as possible* I'll heat up the food if you feed the dogs. *shivers nervously at the thought of getting anywhere near a dog's mouth. He gets up and heads to the kitchen, taking a baking dish large enough for their plates and a lid so he can slide the food in the oven*

Gardio: *discussing how to upgrade and repair the arm with Lucille while examining it*

Nick: *cleans her up the best he can then drains the water, only drawing more to rinse her off. After, he scoops her up in a large fluffy towel and carefully dries her off. He sets her down on the toilet and dries her off more with a fresh and equally fluffy towel then helps her with her clothes* Here you go, kitten... nice and clean.

Jasmine: (Looks dead inside, there’s no sign of glimmer in her deep brown eyes. Her arms and legs are completely stiff and locked in place, making it a bit more difficult to maneuver her into her freshly washed poodle patterned dress from earlier and underwear. Ma’s laundry makes everything incredibly soft, but she doesn’t care enough to react)

Joyce: (Feeds the dogs by opening the cabinet in the kitchen and scooping up two bowlfuls of dog food, placing them on the floor and stepping far back to brace for impact)

Pirate: (Comes bounding over at light speed at the sound of food being served, scarfing down her share like there’s no tomorrow)

Dogmeat: (Follows her example as he barks with approval, he’s a very hungry boy)

Teshteal: *gets their food nice and heated up and sets it on the stove to cool. Just a little so he can handle the plates.*

Gardio: *comes down to heat up Lucille a plate*

Ma: (Helps Donny into the elevator so he doesn’t have to go down the stairs and into the house through the front door and up to his room)

Donovan: (Groans a bit from the movement of walking and going up the stairs, still thinking about Jas)

Nick: *finds a way to get her into her clothes one way or another. He scoops her up again and takes her to the guest room, then lays her up on the bed and covers her up with her hands and arms over the blanket* Okay, Rosie. *petting her hair* Dismissed.

Jasmine: (Blinks for half a second, then starts throwing a huge toddler tantrum in protest of what just happened that she couldn’t say anything about earlier. Basically all her complaints and pent up emotions rolled together into one giant hissy fit. She starts kicking the mattress and her blanket while screaming nonsense)

Nick: *sighs and grabs her hands* Come on, don't act like that... *might use the reset code again if she doesn't calm down*

Ma: (Settles Donny in his bed) “Do you need anything, love? Other than your dinner?”

Donovan: (Heavy sigh) “No, not right now thank you.”

Ma: (Nods, then turns to leave) “I’ll be back soon with your plate.” (Decides to check up on Lucille first to see how she’s doing followed by Jas. She climbs the stairs to the attic and knocks on the wall) “Lucille? Are you holding up alright, sweetheart?” (Carries that same motherly tone and demeanor she almost always has)

Lucille: *laying in bed staring at the ceiling. Voice still sounds kind of dead* Other than feeling useless. I'm doing fine...

Ma: (Walks over to the side of the bed and gives the young woman a sad smile) “Aw, love. You’re not useless at all.” (Leans down to stroke her hair) “We all have our moments as we are not perfect. If we don’t give ourself a break once and awhile, then we aren’t being fair with ourselves. It’s asking for too much to be constant working machines.”

Teshteal: *puts the plates back at the table*

Gardio: *waiting for Lucille's food patiently, now*

Joyce: (Sits herself back at her spot on the table, pouring a new glass of water and drinking it quickly to help calm down a little more)

Donovan: (Can faintly hear Jas screaming from his room, wondering if he has something that will help soothe the girl)

Jasmine: (Furious that she is still alive, scared of what she’ll do to these people, exhausted after the long couple of days, upset that she’s wounded and has a fever thats rendering her useless, and so on so forth. All day could she list on what she’s complaining for. She keeps up her tantrum while trying to pull away from Nick, sounding and looking exactly like a toddler who didn’t get the candy or toy they wanted. Luckily she isn’t hurting herself or breaking anything this time around, just being incredibly childish)

Nick: *Booms sternly. Tired of all this* THAT'S ENOUGH! *lecturing her* You say you're not a child or a kid, yet look at you! Having a tantrum like a toddler who just got told they couldn't have candy at the store! If you want to be treated like an adult, then you're going to have to have the maturity of one first. Otherwise, you're a child.

Jasmine: (Yelps fearfully and dives under the covers, going deathly silent as she tucks the sheets around her into a tight cocoon for protection. She sticks her thumb in her mouth as her heart pounds wildly in her chest and ears, waiting with wide, teary eyes)

Teshteal: *jumped cause he could hear Nick all the way down in the dining room*

Gardio: *looks to the ceiling*

Joyce: (Jumps in surprise and spills her water a bit as she starts coughing, covering her mouth with her hand to keep water from going everywhere)

Teshteal: *rubs her back to help stop the coughing fit*

Joyce: (Coughs a few times, reaching across the table for a napkin when she finally stops) “I’m good!” (Gives a thumbs up then wipes her mouth and shirt)

Lucille: *sighs, hearing Nick yell loud enough to shake the house* Jasmine must be having an episode again... *sounds so tired at that. She's not sure how much more of Jas's nonsense she can take* You should take your own advice, Ma. Taking care of us and then everything else can't be easy... *doesn't want someone worrying over her. Part of her still wants to dissappear*

Ma: (Sighs to herself when she hears the shouting, then turns to Lucille) “You got me there darling, Donny just pointed out the same thing. I try my best to take a rest here and there as I can’t provide the best care if I’m slacking off, but sometimes I forget too. Although, I have been doing this for over 200 years, so I must say that I have more experience in knowing when I’m truly about to snap.”

Donovan: (Frowns at the shouting. Nick is right on one hand, Jas is a child no matter how much she protests. But she’s a child who’s just had a major mental breakdown and tried to commit suicide, what was he expecting from her?)

Nick: *relaxes a little and sits on the edge of her bed* Sorry for snapping. Today's been... long.

Jasmine: (Says nothing and keeps completely still, sucking on her thumb nervously. She’s emotionally exhausted and strained to her very limits, unsure what to do with herself or how to react to anything anymore which is why she’s reverted to childish behavior)

Donovan: (Withholding any sort of judgment, Jas is in a difficult situation and it can’t be easy on anyone who is trying to help her. He winces as he rises from his bed, kneeling besides it to rummage around in the space beneath for something)

Nick: *hums the lullaby again, not moving from his spot next to her*

Jasmine: (Not even reacting to the precious lullaby. Right now her mind has clicked to being as unnoticeable as possible to avoid punishment as she has zero idea what else to do. Screw her intense and overwhelming feelings along with whatever is causing them, she has to shut up and forget about it)

Nick: *not going to beg her to talk to him. He stops for a moment* You know what would really kill me? Finding out that one of my own died and I couldn't do a thing to save them. It's what killed the original Nick, I think. Safe to say the same would happen if you up and died on me. *almost desperately, turning to look at the lump under the bed* What I'm trying to say is that you're not doing anyone a favor by trying to off yourself. So please don't ever try it again?

Lucille: *looks to the ceiling again* I can't stop. I have to keep going. I need to pay for the lives I've taken... especially my mother's-

Ma: (Softly with empathy and kindness in her voice, kneeling besides her) “You’re mothers life…?”

Lucille: She died in childbirth. I found out when I was a little kid. *solemnly* Dad never blamed me for her death but ever since, I've felt guilty for just being alive. I need to make it up to her and everyone else that didn't deserve to die that I've murdered.

Ma: (Gently strokes Lucille’s cheek) “Honey, I’m sure he never blamed you because it’s not your fault, you were a helpless little infant. Besides, speaking as a mother of many, I would want my child to not burden themselves with my death and instead do their best to live their lives to the best extent. No, not to lead the perfect life or be the perfect person who has to follow big dreams and do everything, I think that’s where people get things wrong a little. They follow the lie that that have to do something huge in order to be someone who matters when in fact even the smallest deeds cause the biggest effects.”

Jasmine: (Shaking as she curls up into a tighter ball, biting down on her thumb. She can’t make sense of Nicks words at the moment, she cannot think straight anymore and being under the blanket is making her even more uncomfortably hot. She’s in the state that the Vault has been trying to put her in for so long, so ripped apart and broken that she can be molded into whatever they want and has no choice but to follow what they have taught her. She’s not continuing her tantrum because she is terrified of being punished for it, just like they want her to be)

Nick: *pats her side gently* You're safe. You're not going to be punished for being scared. Promise.

Jasmine: (Ignores Nick and looks down at her pink poodle printed dress, scowling. It’s too pretty and nice for herself to wear- she hates that it’s even near her. She maneuvers herself under the blanket to get it off and kicks it to the corner of her bed, curling back up into a protective ball with her thumb in her mouth)

Nick: *watching Jas closely after realizing she's taken off her nightgown. He doesn't say anything of course*

Lucille: She would be so disappointed in me either way.

Gardio: *coming up to the attic with her food* She wouldn't. She'd be proud that you've survived this far and everything you've accompished. Just like I am. She fought like hell to have you... she loved you.

Lucille: *goes quiet at that*

Ma: (Sad smile down at the young woman) “So what do you think your Mama would want you to do now? Tether yourself to her death and be chained by it? Or spread your wings and fly?”

Lucille: *goes quiet. She isn't sure she never met her*

Gardio: Your mother's last wish was that you'd live a good life. You can't do that if you're a martyr.

Joyce: (Sits down to eat her food at the table, patting the chair besides her for Teshteal to join her) “Okay, I think now we can eat.”

Teshteal: *nods and sits next to her, ready to dive in*

Joyce: (Immediately starts chowing down on her food, eyes glowing at how savory and tender the meat is and how wonderfully cheesy and gooey the macaroni and cheese is. She still can’t get enough of having home cooked meals all the time, it’s always a cherished wonder whenever she eats)

Donovan: (Bumps his head while pulling out from under the bed) “Ow…” (Rubs the sore spot with one hand, looking over the box he pulled out. He opens it, blowing away the dust as he looks over the assortment of trinkets kept inside. He takes out a cylinder music box and starts giving it a wipe down with a rag to make it sparkly again)

Lucille: Then I should be ashamed. I'm not living a good life.

Gardio: Lucille... You can change that for yourself- live for yourself. There's still time so long as you're still alive to do it.

Lucille: I don't know how to live for myself. *blinks*

Teshteal: *ignoring that weird bitter and stinging sensation his mind tries to trick him with. Delicious food is delicious food*

Joyce: (Wonders if they are still going to have dessert, she was looking forwards to that part) “I wonder if Mama will still find time to prepare dessert after all this…”

Teshteal: I dunno. Do you know what we would have had? Maybe I can make some dessert?

Ma: “Well then, you can just survive for now if it’s the best you can do. Living can come later when you’re ready for it, you can take it a bit at a time.” (Glances at Gardio) “And I’m more than sure you don’t have to do the surviving part on your own.”

Gardio: *smiles down at his daughter* That's one thing you can count on...

Lucille: *still feels like she needs to be useful* I can't do anything to make myself less of a burden, right now.

Gardio: *sighs* What did I do to give you such a martyr complex going up, hm?

Jasmine: (Runs her hands over her bandages, knowing what’s underneath. Her heart clenches, the tears in her eyes coming down faster as she tightens the blanket more snuggly, staying incased in her cocoon)

Donovan: (Frowns down at the music box, remembering that some pieces have jiggled loose. He can’t fix it right now, not with his headache and the parts are small and require precision. Perhaps Nick can lend him a hand, it is for Jazzy after all. He rises and heads off to the guest room, knocking lightly on the frame) “Hey… how’s it going in here?” (Acting like he totally just didn’t get thrown around by the girl up in the lighthouse)

Jasmine: (Stays unmoving in her swaddle that makes her feel safe, sucking on her thumb while her free hand tugs and fidgets with her bandages. She’s not even thinking of anything, just feeling like complete shit and worthless while she drifts in the empty void of her own head. There are no thoughts in her mind, only horrible feelings. She’s too tired to think of anything at the moment…)

Donovan: (Gives Nick a questioning look on why Jas has turned into a bunny rabbit and has burrowed herself completely under her blankets)

Nick: *catches the look* She's hiding from me after scolding her.

Joyce: (Dreamily) “Chocolate chip cookies with ice cream… The dough is already prepared in the fridge and the ice cream is in the freezer, it’s just the matter if everyone else is going to have some…”

Teshteal: *pouts some but she's right. He'd love some chocolate chip cookies and ice cream right now but he can't just put them on... or can he?* Lets give them an hour and put the cookies on. Maybe it'll cheer everyone up.

Joyce: (Excitedly, clapping her hands together) “That’s exactly what I was thinking! Dessert makes everything better almost every time!”

Lucille: You didn't do anything. I chose this.

Gardio: *sets her food next to the radio* Well, you're not a burden. You just need help, that's all. It's a normal thing to need it every now and then, especially in the apocalypse. Surely you know that by now.

Lucille: *looks quietly up at the ceiling at her father's words*

Gardio: *looks over at Ma to see if she has anything to add on that*

Ma: “He’s right. Again, it’s terribly unfair to yourself if you expect to be a-okay 24/7. It’s horribly unrealistic and in all my time alive and helping people get back in their feet, not one of them was able to get by without at least one day that they break and need some time to heal. No one is that strong.” (Sits down by Lucille, lovingly stroking her hair) “And remember what I said about you not being an inanimate object or a liability? But that instead you’re a precious person who has people who love her dearly and they will aid her in whatever she needs to heal right now.”

Lucille: *shuts her eyes at the gentle gesture. She nods slowly at what Ma's saying. She hopes she can slow down just enough to get better and not feel bad about it*

Gardio: Now how about a nice meal? I reheated your dinner. *holds his hand out to the food*

Lucille: ... *nods* Okay... *struggles to sit up without both arms but manages. She grabs the plate and sets in her lap, stabbing at the steak*

Ma: (Helps prop up Lucille’s pillows so she has more support on her back) “As for the steps to actually start healing, I have some advice that I’ve accumulated over the years. First thing is a strong foundation to build yourself on, a good mental sense of structure and stability. That’s greatly influenced by the kind of people you’re living with and your housing conditions, cowering in fear not knowing where you might end up next or who you’ll run into wouldn’t help anyone in any case.” (Nods again at Gardio) “You definitely have a good support system, you’re father seems more than happy to help you with anything. I’m not sure how long you all plan to stay, but you’re welcome to be here for however long you want and or need.”

Donovan: “Ah, I see…” (Walks over and holds out the music box) “You think you can fix this? There’s a few loose screws and some pieces that jingled out of place.” (Glances at Jas under the sheets) “It’s for Rosie, she likes pretty and shiny things, especially when they move.”

Nick: *slight smile* Sure. *pulls out a small set tools he keeps on hand for his own maintenance. He starts getting to work, very quickly and precisely replacing the loose bits*

Jasmine: (Slips her fingers under her bandages with her free hand, tracing her fingers over the still bleeding raised marks that are made up of the words she scratched into her skin. She’s not registering Donny is now in the room despite hearing his voice)

Donovan: (Pulls up a chair from the corner and sits in it, resting his head in his hand while he waits)

Lucille: ...So I need to stop wandering for a while... *thinks about the weather station and 88. Those places are where she calls home. She could sleep in the agency. Or build a small home in the subway area for herself. She eats up all the food on her plate, savoring the delicious meal and flavors thought to be lost after the war*

Ma: “Yes, that would be for the best. And remember that this isn’t an overnight fix, it is a slow and long process so don’t stress about not making fast progress.” (Pats Lucille’s head) “It may be a little hard to follow this next step, especially since we just don’t know how our days will go anymore. But having some sense of a routine will help you feel more grounded into life and reality. Even if it’s just a morning and nighttime routine that can be started at whatever time you wake up or go to bed is better than nothing. The rest of your day can follow a loose schedule that sets time aside for certain activities, including “me time” where you takes a step back just to reflect on yourself.”

Nick: *fixes it in record time* There. Let's hear it. *winds up the music box and lets it play*

Music Box: (Is shaped like a pink carousel that’s elegantly decorated with gems and gold designs. The three white horses in the center spin around in slow circles as a soft and pleasant lullaby plays)

Jasmine: (Was scratching her cuts when she hears the pretty tune start to play, remaining mostly motionless despite her curiosity being captured)

Donovan: “May I see it?” (Takes the music box from Nick and sets it down on the corner of the bed) “Ro-Ro, this is for you…”

Jasmine: (Sticks out her bloodied hand and snatches it, pulling it in her cocoon with her at light speed. She stares at it with interest and delight in her eyes, her little cave lighting up with the pink light that glows from the cut out hearts on the box)

Donovan: (Caught a very brief glance of her bloodied hand and frowns to himself, wondering if it’s just his mind playing tricks)

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#Okay. THIS ONE was a nightmare to edit.#I tried to make it organized to the best extent.#Hopefully anyone who’s still keeping up can understand what’s going on.#fo4 #fallout 4 #fallout #fallout oc #fallout original character #nick valentine #fallout rp #fallout roleplay

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