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ohbueckers · 13 days ago

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HEART OF A WOMAN. push the reset button we’re becoming something new.

10, CHAPTER TEN. THE RESET BUTTON.

ju speaks. it’s the end. i want to thank everyone so so so much for supporting this story and seeing through it lol. your comments, reblogs, everything you leave in my inbox… it all means so much to me despite half of you being upset most of the time (i get it, nai & paige are very insufferable lmao). NOWWW we can discuss bonus chaps! what do we wanna see? requests are also officially open until i start the next series so i’d totally appreciate some of those as well! pairing. paige bueckers x fem!oc. warnings. bittersweet ending?

present day, august 2025.

i leaned against a wall, arms crossed, trying to act like i wasn’t two seconds from pacing a hole into the floor. the gainbridge fieldhouse was sold out—players shouting, sneakers squeaking on the court, a crowd somewhere above us hyped up and ready for the all-star game.

i should’ve been hyped too. this was my moment. the paige bueckers all-star debut. rookie year, voted in, the whole thing. i’d made it, right?

except, instead of soaking it all in, i was standing in this stupid tunnel, staring at the floor like it had answers. the floor wasn’t talking back, obviously, but it was easier to look at than the people walking past.

“it’s p boogers!”

i looked up just in time to see kk bouncing down the tunnel like she owned the place, azzi trailing behind her with an amused look on her face. “bruh.” i groaned, dragging a hand down my face, but i couldn’t stop the grin creeping in. “we’re not doing that today.” kk was decked out in my all-star jersey, two sizes too big on purpose, and azzi had gone with the team-issued merch.

kk is definitely a good cheer-up method, and i know azzi brought her here on purpose. she knows me, that’s for sure.

“nah, we are,” kk shot back, spinning around to show off her jersey. my jersey. “see this? i’m your biggest fan. autographs are fifty bucks, by the way.”

“you mean my autograph?” i deadpanned, pushing off the wall to meet them halfway.

“nah, mine,” she said, smirking. “i make this look good.”

“yeah, right!” i scoffed with a laugh, pulling her into a quick hug before turning to azzi. “y’all are early.”

“yeah, cam said you’d be back here,” azzi replied, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets. her calmness somehow always made me feel like i needed to explain myself, even when i wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“so… you stalking me now?” i asked, raising an eyebrow. i knew where i was supposed to be. they knew where i was supposed to be. probably not by myself so close to tip-off, that’s for sure.

“not stalk,” kk corrected, already grinning. “just… strategically locate.”

“spell strategically.”

“girl—“

she lunges at me, and i flinch, stepping back with a wide grin. “next time, give me a heads-up so i can, like, actually hide!”

azzi rolled her eyes but smiled. “we just wanted to see you before the game started. make sure you’re not pulling a KD and going ghost or something.”

“why would i do that?” i gestured to myself with mock offense. “i’m the picture of composure right now.”

“right,” azzi dragged the word out, smirking like she didn’t buy it for a second. “feels like forever since we’ve watched you play.” and it hit me again—harder this time.

forever. yeah.

i rubbed the back of my neck, forcing another smile. “yeah, it’s been a minute.” she wasn’t asking to dig—she never did—but she was always good at reading between the lines. and in this case, the line was obvious. it hadn’t been that long.

only a minute since they’d seen me. a minute since i’d seen nai.

well, no. i’d seen her. we couldn’t exactly avoid each other. our jobs made sure of that, but i wasn’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing. i mean, seeing her makes it easier, right? gets the pain of it all over with. except it didn’t. it didn’t fill the space that felt empty whenever we weren’t talking. seeing her, hearing her laugh, watching her avoid my eyes at all costs—it didn’t feel the same anymore. there was a wall now. a different circumstance.

we were strangers.

i mean, not really strangers. we could never be that. i still caught myself looking when she walked past. but it was like everything that once made sense between us, everything that came so naturally, had been boxed up and put in storage.

i hate how good i got at pretending it didn’t hurt.

kk didn’t notice, already turning to azzi to ask about grabbing food, but azzi caught the shift, her brows furrowing just enough to make me nervous.

“you good?” she asked, her voice softer now.

i nodded too quick, furrowing my eyebrows like she didn’t have to worry about me. “yeah. fine.”

azzi placed an assuring hand on my shoulder before they walked off, leaving me alone in the tunnel, and just like that, the weight i’d been holding at bay crashed right back down.

i rubbed my chin, huffing and staring down at my shoes. it was stupid to think about her now. stupid to wonder if she was watching or if she even cared.

she wasn’t here. she wasn’t watching.

and i didn’t blame her.

i’m watching the all-star game.

not voluntarily, of course. it happens to be on in yardhouse, and my stupid eyes keep drifting back to this stupid screen.

i pick at my food, dragging my fork around the plate without taking a bite. a couple of my girls from usc—bree, naia… they’re all pretending like they don’t notice, like they don’t hear the cheers or see paige for sure having one of her best games since being in the league right now. they’re avoiding it for my sake, which i appreciate—sort of. it’s just making the air feel heavier.

“hey,” bree tilts her head up in my direction. “you sure about going back to minnesota?”

i glance her, mumbling a, “what?” mid-bite, although i’d heard her perfectly clear.

“the lynx,” she says, gesturing vaguely with her hand. “you’re really gonna go? leave la? what am i supposed to do without my favorite person to drag to runyon canyon at 6am?”

i snort, rolling my eyes. “first of all, i’m not your favorite person. second, i never agreed to runyon canyon. you kidnapped me.”

“it was consensual kidnapping,” she shoots back with a smile, but there’s something softer beneath her all the playfulness, a quiet undertone of, don’t go.

“i’ll miss you guys, obviously,” i say, waving a fry in her direction like it’s a peace offering. “but i’m not doing anything drastic yet. it’s just… something i’m considering.”

naia folds her arms and tilts her head. “considering enough that you’ve already decided to stay with your dad?”

“your dad?” bree cuts in, raising an eyebrow. “you’ve barely mentioned him since college.”

“he’s mellowed out.” i shrug, more defensive than i mean to be. “and it’s temporary. it’s not like i’m moving in with him forever.”

bree pouts dramatically, pushing her glass of soda away as if she’s protesting. “this feels personal. like, what did i do to deserve this? you’re really gonna leave me here with her?” she jabs a thumb toward naia, who glares at her.

“her has a name,” she deadpans.

“and her is not the one moving to the frozen tundra!” bree quips, throwing her hands up. “do you even know how cold minnesota gets? you’re gonna end up as a nai-sicle, and i’m gonna have to fly out and save you.”

bree’s dramatics usually get a laugh out of me, and i lean back in my chair, my hand brushing along the rim of my glass, thinking about what she said—about the tundra, about me leaving.

i love la—God, do i love it. the sunshine, the beaches, the way life feels like it’s always in motion. but now, i’ve convinced myself it’s too loud, too fast. too…paige.

moving back to minnesota was a sudden decision. the kind you make when you’re desperate for air but can’t find any. it wasn’t even on my radar until that night in front of nika’s hotel, paige in the passenger seat, the look in her eyes when she realized she’d completely lost me. i could still feel the weight of her hands on my face. when i told paige she had to let me go, i realized i wasn’t just asking her to stop. i needed to stop too.

the moment she let go of my face and settled into my passenger seat, something shifted in me. it was like the final thread tying me to her snapped, and all i could feel was this overwhelming need to get out.

i told myself the move would give me space to breathe, to find myself again. but the truth is, i made the decision sitting in that car, staring at the road through the rain soaked windshield as the car fell completely silent. it wasn’t logic; it was survival.

i don’t regret ending it. i don’t regret choosing myself. but i hate not having her in my life.

and maybe that’s the real reason i’m thinking about minnesota. it’s not just about starting over—it’s about making sure i don’t get pulled back into something i can’t handle.

bree’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “are you seriously not gonna respond? i just said i’d fly to minnesota to save your life. i think i deserve some credit for that.”

i smirk, grabbing a fry from her plate. “you’re so selfless. really, a true hero.”

my eyes drift back to the tv. she’s there again, all 6’0 of her grinning like she doesn’t have a care in the world, like she isn’t the reason i’m about to pack up everything and move back across the country.

yeah. i have to go.

back in indianapolis, the game had wrapped up with team wnba taking the win in one of those ridiculous, down to the wire finishes that made everyone’s heart stop at least three times. it was the kind of game you dream about, the kind that made the crowd stay on their feet, and the rush of the moment admittedly did help me forget about the static in my head.

“man, y’all really got it all figured out, huh?” i said, leaning my head back against the seat of the bus and watching as natasha cloud scrolled through pictures on her phone. she was showing off shots of her and her fiancée from their last vacation, the kind of photos that looked too perfect to be real, the ones you double tapped without a second thought. beaches, sunsets, matching shades—it was all there.

“you’re telling me paige bueckers, the golden child of the league, doesn’t have somebody?” natasha asked, tilting her phone toward me with a smirk. “no way. i don’t believe that for a second.”

i try to play it off with a shrug of my shoulders. “nah, she’s totally lying,” caitlin clark cut in from across the aisle, balancing a bottle of gatorade on her knee. “she was all about this girl back when we were on team usa together in high school. what was her name? nai? nailea?”

the name hit like a quick jab. i kind of set myself up for that one. “i wasn’t all about her,” i said, dragging the words out, like maybe if i said them slow enough, they’d sound believable.

caitlin’s laugh came quick, along with a raise of her eyebrow. “you kinda were, though. you’d bring her up all the time, like, ‘oh, nai likes that’ or ‘nai said this.’ it was cute, in an annoyingly obvious way.”

i tried for a laugh, but landed somewhere closer to a cough. i scoffed as i crossed my arms. “first of all, no. second of all, you’re remembering wrong.”

“am i, though?” caitlin pressed, grinning as she leaned forward. “so, what happened then? you still talk to her?”

i hesitated, clasping my hands together in the large space between my knees. “nah,” i said finally, running a hand down the length of my ponytail. “we don’t really talk anymore.”

it wasn’t technically a lie. but it wasn’t the full truth either.

sparing the details felt like too much—like the quiet “let me go” she’d whispered that night had somehow traveled with me all the way here, stuck in the back of my mind. the words still clung to me, threading through the days i tried not to think about her and the nights when i couldn’t help it.

natasha frowned slightly. “that’s tough.”

i hated that the conversation had shifted here, hated caitlin even more for bringing it up. but i couldn’t blame her. nai was a huge part of my life then, and somehow, even when she’s not supposed to be, she still is.

“wait—so… what happened? did you mess up? or was it, like, one of those timing things?” caitlin asked. she was genuinely curious, i could tell, but the there was still that teasing tinge.

“clark, let it go,” i said, half-laughing, half-praying she’d drop it before i said something i didn’t want to unpack.

“what?” she replied, holding her hands up. “i’m just saying. it sounded serious back then. you don’t talk about someone like that unless they mean something.”

“it was a long time ago,” i muttered.

natasha glanced at me, her eyes narrowing. “so what’s stopping you now?”

“she doesn’t wanna be in my life,” i said with a huff, and it felt good to say it. admit it to myself. “and, uh. i’ont think i’m really her favorite person right now.” i pressed my lips together, staring at the floor like it might open up and swallow me whole. i’ve been doing a lot of that recently.

“so why not keep her around?” natasha said after a moment. “doesn’t have to be all or nothing, you know. sometimes it’s worth it to just… keep people in your life. even if it’s not the way you thought it’d be.”

“amen to that,” one of the vets added, and i chuckled as i thought about it.

friends. that’s what she was implying, and it felt foreign for us. keeping nai in my life, just not as… her. not as the girl i flew out to connecticut every other weekend to make up for my shenanigans, or the girl who sat on the bathroom counter watching me brush my teeth because “it’s boring out there without you.” not as the girl whose voice i memorized like it was a song stuck in my head, or the one whose stupidly perfect smile made me forget my own name sometimes.

nai had never been in my life as “just a friend,” and i didn’t know if i could put her in that box now. how the hell could i pretend like i could compartmentalize every look, every laugh, every piece of her that’s still stuck in my skin like a tattoo i can’t scrub off? it’d be like trying to stuff something infinite into a container that didn’t fit—like ignoring the fact that she’d always meant more to me than that.

i appreciated the advice, i really did. but now her name was in my head again, and i’d probably be thinking about this for the rest of the night.

and maybe they were right. maybe letting her go didn’t mean losing her completely. but the idea of reaching out—of risking another rejection—it was enough to make me freeze. because what if i tried, and it still wasn’t enough?

i was inside the café grabbing our food, trying to juggle everything—drinks, fries, and some half-assed attempt at balancing the trays without spilling everything—when i caught the tail end of their conversation. it didn’t take long to figure out they were talking about nai.

“yes.”

“no.”

“yes!”

“no!”

“God, cam, you’re so stubborn!” rickea’s voice carried through the door, and i could practically hear her throwing her hands up in mock frustration.

“what can i say?” cam’s voice floated as she added, “i’m right.”

“you’re not!” rickea argued, shaking her head. “minnesota’s not even close to having a shot. i’m telling you, they’re just not—“

“well, if nai wants to go back to minnesota,” cam said casually, sipping her drink, “then she’s got a chance. she said something about being closer to her dad, too.”

i froze for a second, my mind stuttering to catch up with her words. nai. minnesota. closer to her dad. it hit harder than i expected, like a brick to the chest. i tried to keep my cool, but everything about it felt wrong. i didn’t know if i was imagining it or if it was the way the air shifted, but something about her tone made it feel like everything had just paused.

“wait, what?” i forced out. i couldn’t have heard that right.

rae’s head snapped over, her eyes going wide. “bro,” she hissed, kicking cam under the table. “she told you not to say anything.” i dropped the tray, sliding in next to her.

cam’s face froze, her lips still wrapped around the straw. “oh, shit,” she mumbled, glancing at me like a deer caught in headlights. “i mean—”

“why’s she moving back?” it was a stupid question, really. i knew why. the timing of it all.

“i mean, it’s her home,” cam muttered, clearly regretting bringing it up. “and, you know, the lynx could be looking for someone with her skill set if she decides to leave la.”

“betraying us for the lynx,” rae added with a fake scowl, clearly trying to lighten the mood. “cold.”

i didn’t laugh. i didn’t even really hear the joke. this was it, wasn’t it? she was leaving. and this time, there wouldn’t be a next time. no more half-hearted calls or texts that went unanswered. no more moments where we found each other in the same room and pretended everything was fine.

i opened my mouth to say something—anything—but the words got stuck. i fucked it up. that’s what i wanted to say. i fucked it up, and now it was too late.

“i mean, it’s her home,” cam muttered, clearly regretting bringing it up. “and, you know, the lynx could be looking for someone with her skill set if she decides to leave la.”

“you good?” cam’s voice was cautious, and her eyes darted between me and the others, like she wasn’t sure if she’d just kicked over a hornet’s nest.

“i don’t know,” i admitted, my voice barely audible. i leaned back in my chair, running a hand over my face, trying to get a grip. it felt like i was teetering on the edge of something i couldn’t name.

“you look like you’re thinking,” rae cut in.

“i am.”

“about what?”

“don’t know.”

rickea, sitting across from me, didn’t even try to sugarcoat it. “about what you’re gonna do?”

“what am i supposed to do?” i shot back. her eyebrows lifted, and i sighed, softening my tone. “she’s done with me. where we stand’s been pretty clear.”

rickea didn’t blink. “you sure about that?”

my stomach flipped. did she know something i didn’t? “what you saying?”

“i’m saying,” she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, “that maybe she was gonna talk to you before she made up her mind.”

my breath caught. “what do you mean by was?”

“look,” rickea said carefully, glancing at cam and rae like she was asking for backup. “i’m just saying, nai brought you up the other day. something about wanting to figure things out before… whatever happens next. she didn’t go into details, but it sounded like she wasn’t done with you.”

done with me. i didn’t even know what that meant anymore. but just the thought of it—of her even thinking about figuring things out—was enough for me. i’d take what i could get it.

“so talk to her,” rae urged, nudging my knee under the table like she was trying to get me to snap out of it. “you’re acting like this is already over, and you haven’t even tried.”

cam tilted her head. “and maybe… maybe it doesn’t have to be all or nothing, you know? you could start with just—”

“friends,” i finished bitterly, cutting her off.

she shrugged. “it’s better than nothing,” she tried to comfort. “and if she’s willing to have you in her life at all, then maybe that’s something worth trying for.”

friends. it echoed in my head again, this stupid idea that natasha had already planted. something about it felt so wrong, but at the same time, the thought of letting her go completely was unbearable.

“we’d help,” cam offered with a small smile, nudging rickea. “if you need backup or… whatever.”

“hell yeah,” rae agreed, furrowing her eyebrows like it was a given. “just say the word.”

i exhaled slowly, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees. my mind was spinning, looping through all the ways i’d messed things up, all the things i could’ve said or done differently. but none of that mattered now. what mattered was what i did next.

“okay,” i said finally. “how?”

when rickea texted, i almost didn’t answer. the day had been long in that draggy, soul-sucking kind of way where everything felt like a chore. i’d spent most of it staring at my computer, half-heartedly working on a report while fighting the urge to crawl back into bed. by the time the sun dipped below the horizon, i was fully settled on the couch, one leg tucked under me, the other dangling off the edge, a bowl of cereal balanced precariously on my thigh. the idea of getting up, let alone leaving the house, felt like too much effort.

then the second text came in.

rickea: please nai 😫😬��☹️😣😕😭 (don’t make me beg) 11:23pm

rickea had a way of making me laugh even when i didn’t want to. i stared at my phone for a full minute before sighing and putting the bowl down on the coffee table. cereal wasn’t worth the headache i’d get if i ignored her and she found out.

nai: what’d you forget this time?

her response came almost instantly.

rickea: left something on your desk earlier when i came by. i need it.

vague. no specifics, no explanation, just enough to be mildly suspicious. but i was too tired to argue, so i slipped into my slippers, still in my mismatched pajamas that consisted of a faded hoodie and some loose joggers, and grabbed my keys.

you’re too nice, i thought. the drive over was quiet, the streets still packed to the brim, because this city truly never slept. it was august, and even at night, the air was so suffocatingly thick with heat. my car’s ac sputtered in protest every few minutes, and the radio played low, some random playlist i’d thrown on earlier, the songs fading into the background as my mind wandered.

i didn’t know what i expected when i got to the office. maybe a forgotten laptop charger or a stack of papers rickea couldn’t live without. something small, simple, and annoying enough to make me question why i even bothered.

what i didn’t expect was the glow of my desk lamp spilling out into the otherwise dark room.

i froze in the doorway, my hand still on the knob, my pulse quickening just slightly. i hadn’t left it on earlier, i was sure of it. my first thought was that someone else had come in after me, maybe left it on by mistake. but as my eyes adjusted, i saw the flowers.

some were fresh—bright and colorful, but the others… the others were absolutely done for, their edges browned and curling, their stems drooping under the weight of time.

i knew those flowers. they were my flowers.

they were arranged into a single word, their stems carefully twisted and balanced: friends?

my heart jumped into my throat, and my hands moved over my mouth, my pulse roaring in my ears. i froze, torn between laughing at the absurdity of it and something i didn’t have a name for.

my breath hitched, and for a moment, all i could do was stare. i reached out, my fingers brushing one of the fresher blooms, and my mind raced. there was only one person who would—could—do something like this.

the flowers. the stupid lamp left on. the messy bouquet spelling out a word that felt like both an offering and a question. it was all so… her.

my fingers trembled as i traced the edge of one of the wilted flowers, the brittle petals flaking under my touch. these were the same ones she got me for my birthday, the ones i kept in a mason jar way longer than i should’ve, because throwing them out felt wrong. they looked ridiculous now alongside the fresh ones, but the longer i stared, the more it made sense.

it was us. chaotic, mismatched, and somehow still there. still standing.

“my bad for breaking in. kea helped.”

paige stepped out from a corner in the room, and the movement from my peripheral made me spin around.

“my bad for breaking in. kea helped,” she added, throwing it out there like it was no big deal.

“kea?” i repeated, and it suddenly all made sense in one click.

“yeah.”

“your idea?”

“‘course,” paige replied, shrugging her shoulders as she strolled closer. “couldn’t let you get away without letting you know sum’.”

she strolled forward, her hands stuffed into her hoodie pocket, her sneakers making soft thuds against the carpet. her eyes locked onto mine, unflinching, and even from across the room, i could that whatever she was about to say was worth hearing.

“i know i’m probably the last person you wanna hear from right now. and maybe i deserve that. but i’ve been thinkin’, like, this whole time. about you. about us. and maybe we didn’t always get it right, but i still don’t think we got it wrong.”

my stomach twisted, and i folded my arms across my chest, unsure whether to let her keep talking or shut her down. but she kept going anyway, her words spilling out in a rush, like she had to get them out before i could stop her.

she stopped just in front of me, close enough that i could smell the stupidly familiar cologne on her neck that’d probably been lingering for hours after her shower. her hand fell to her side, fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie.

“i don’t wanna lose you,” she said, and i could hear her trying to hold it together. “not again. and i know—trust me, i know—i can’t undo all the shit i did. but if there’s even a chance, like, any chance, that i can be in your life again… i’m taking it. whatever it looks like. friends, coworkers, random people who wave awkwardly at each other in public—i’ont care. i just… i need you to let me show up. show you i’m capable.”

i chuckled, tearing my eyes away from her. her words held a heavier weight than any of the bullshit we’d tried to ignore before. i stared at her, taking in the way her shoulders slumped just a little, the rawness in her voice, and that damn hope in her eyes. it almost killed me. it did kill me. because, shit, i wanted to say it wasn’t enough. that it was too late. that the cracks were too deep and the damage irreversible.

but that wasn’t true. this was different. an entirely different status that didn’t require any promises or heartbreak.

i still cared. i think i always would. it was in the way i couldn’t throw away that stupid bouquet despite how angry i was that she’d walked out on me that day, the way i thought the only way i could forget about her was moving back to minnesota, which i think would no longer be in the question after this.

because if we did it right this time, there was still a shot.

still a shot.

i moved before i could stop myself, crossing the distance between us and wrapping my arms around her, pulling her into a hug that was too tight to be anything but real. “the reset button, yeah?”

she hesitated at first, but then she let out a breath and hugged me back, her arms feeling like a safe place i hadn’t realized i was missing. she rested her head on my shoulder, a lovable habit. “yeah. ‘s gotta be worth somethin’, right?”

it was worth more than she probably thought.

“who are you and what have you done with paige?” i muttered against her shoulder, a snarky grin tugging at my lips. it was easier to do than admit how much i’d missed this—missed her. wouldn’t be very friendly-like.

she pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes.

“i’m whoever you want me to be.”

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mrs-gauche · 2 years ago

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At last, the synopsis of volume 4 of "The Missing" is out (the final volume!) and I have a few thoughts! (Do NOT read further if you haven't read the preview of volume 1 yet and don't want to get spoiled! 🙂)

(Here's my comment/speculations on the previous three synopses btw, of which a lot has actually already been answered/debunked by the first five pages of the first volume. lol)

Ok so, first things first: Hey, looks like Solas is apparently NOT at the White Spire after all! 😂 So much for people's speculations. lol What's kinda funny to me though, is how Varric and Harding, instead of (what we suspected) going further east, seem to go all way back to Tevinter now, to get to the capital. lol Let's hope the long journey wasn't completely for naught then. Though what's up with this seemingly never ending "cat-and-mouse" game here? 😂 You think that maybe Solas knows about them searching for him and has been purposefully leading them astray this whole time? lol

"After many close encounters and more signs of a Venatori stalking them (...)"

So, for anyone who has read the preview of volume 1, were you also instantly reminded of the shadowy person seen in the last panel? Especially with how it mentions "many close encounters", I think it's very likely that this could refer to whoever was already watching them while walking the Deep Roads? Hmm..

"This time, it seems they're hot on his heels"

(See, it's funny because Solas doesn't like wearing shoes lol)

So, after Varric and Harding couldn't track down Solas in neither the Deep Roads, Vyrantium OR the Arlathan Forest, he has now apparently hit the big city.

Remember how we kept joking about Solas just going to Tevinter and walking the streets of Minrathous completely unrecognized, when most of Tevinter doesn't actually know what he looks like (as far as we know)? lmao Well, joke’s on us? 😂 So, who in Minrathous, aside from maybe Dorian, would even be able to "spot" him then? lol Watch Solas pull another "Bard" on us and disguising himself as the most ridiculous Venatori Lord Anus McEvilus. lol So, what's Solas doing there? And who is this "trusted informant"? I think the most obvious answer here would be Dorian? Perhaps even Mae (we know her and Varric are super close! 👀👀)?

"The duo find they have a tough decision to make - and they'll need to make the right call fast."

Alright, so why the urgency now? And what does this "tough decision" entail? Seeing as this is the final volume of this comic that has been marketed to directly tie into the plot of DA4, what's interesting to note here is that, with Antoine and Evka now making an appearance in volume 1, it seems as though every faction shown in the 2020 teaser trailer and the concept art will feature in each volume now, meaning the Wardens (Evka and Antoine) in volume 1, the Crows (Teia and Viago?) in volume 2, the "Veil Jumpers" (Irelin and Strife?) in volume 3 and now, back in Minrathous, a Tevinter... Siccari in volume 4 then? Or maybe one of the guys in this short story? Seeing as the short stories from DA Day 2020 also all happen to perfectly line up with the four factions in the comic/teaser/concept art? 👀

It definitely raises the chances for these four factions to be potential "career paths" for our new protagonist and maybe the "tough decision" involves Varric having to choose which of these factions to contact in order to further pursue Solas or something (or what if that decision is then left to the players at the start of DA4 and we get to choose which of those four factions will be part of our "origin story"?)

And btw, can I just mention how my initial speculation over a year ago or so, was that one of those four factions would be part of an infiltration mission at the start of the game for our next protagonist (who is actually a Lord of Fortune) hired by Varric in order to obtain vital information about the red lyrium idol? 😂 If this turns out to be the case somehow, I'll eat my hat. lmao

Anyway, while I have read the preview of volume 1 (and I already have a ton of thoughts on this as well!), I would like to wait for the full volume to come out on the 25th to post a comment and cover the whole thing. That being said, I can't wait to read all of it, seems very promising so far! 😁

#dragon age the missing spoilers #varric #solas #da4

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the-loveliest-lotus · 1 year ago

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How about 24/25 for Lucy and the Devil? :D

Aaaah, thank you for asking about them. :3 They have been at the forefront of my thoughts for a hot minute (which I'm sure is obvious at this point, lmao.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

25. Write about your ship bathing or swimming together.

“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe… The nebulas outside Saturn, perched on the planet’s rings. I’ve watched stars unseen by the eyes of man glitter in the night sky through the eyes of a Fallen Angel as we swam in a rainbow colored sea… All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.”

Ever since Lucy had watched Blade Runner with the Blues Devil, of all things, and triggered the memory of one of her most recent lives and her dying words in that life, she had been fixated on the idea of seeing the rainbow colored sea in this life. Time moved differently there, enough that she would need a day or two to recover from the time sickness. They could be there for 6 hours and 24 hours would pass on Earth. But they had finally found a weekend that they could dedicate to going, and here they were, swimming in a rainbow ocean with a night sky that almost looked close enough that you could take a ladder to reach out and touch it.

The sky was unfathomable. Stars in every color glittering with intensity and brightness that almost felt like daylight if it weren’t for the soft kiss of darkness on everything. She finally fully understood the meaning of her final words. It wasn’t that the water itself was rainbow, it was that the stars illuminated the water that way. Even more magical than any of this though, was what happened when she looked into the eyes of her demonic love.

Since their beginnings, his eyes had always been an open book to her. She could see everything in them, including his angelic form before his fall from the Heavens. When she looked into his eyes, she could see the stars, but she could also see the way that he saw her. To him, she was one of these stars, one of the beautiful stars that he had witnessed up close before his fall.

“So, is it everything that you thought it would be?” he asked, seeing the look of awe on her face.

She looked into his eyes with a look that made his dark heart melt, “I could never have fathomed something like this.” The double meaning in her words wrapped around him as their souls swirled together in the sweetest dance, and they kissed under the rainbow stars.

24. Write about your ship cuddling.

The time sickness was more intense than Lucy had expected, and for the next 24 hours, she was in her bed with the Devil. Currently he was in his human form, if only for the sake of being able to fit into her bed at a normal angle without worrying about his horns and height. She had half of her body on top of his, her leg across his waist as he held her thigh with one hand and let his fingers trail gently down her side with his other hand. Her head rested against his chest as she said, “I thought it was gonna be like jetlag.”

He chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, “I told you it wouldn’t be.”

She smirked, “It’s hard to imagine when there’s no human experience that’s a good frame of reference.”

He smirked, “You didn’t remember this part from last time?” Mephisto already knew the answer, but he loved teasing her about it. It made the whole process of her regaining her past life memories less stressful if they joked about it.

Lucy laughed softly, “No, I didn’t remember that part. I was in too much awe from the rainbow ocean and the stars glittering in your eyes.”

His smile made his crow’s feet show as he said, “You’re the only person on this planet who can make a demon’s heart melt.”

She smiled back at him, “I seriously hope that isn’t the case.” She let her delicate fingers trace shapes on his chest absent-mindedly, “I hope there’s other witches out there, making deals with demons that eventually turn into something special.”

He didn’t have the heart to tell her that their beginning was a case of the right place at the right time. That there were so many stacked circumstances even just for their initial meeting to have gone smoothly. He could count the amount of demon and human relationships like theirs with maybe both of his hands. She had maintained her sweetness under that sassy exterior in all of these lifetimes and he adored it about her. “I can’t say for certain, darling.”

She laughed softly, “That’s a ‘no’.”

He pulled her a little closer, a teasing smirk on his lips. “It’s not a ‘no,’ it’s… Everything about us was a case of being in the right place at the right time, and it has continued to be for aeons. That doesn’t just happen between humans and demons, we’re not exactly normally like this.” He gestured toward the two of them cuddling. “It’s a very rare thing, that’s all.”

She smirked at him a little, “Right place at the right time in all these lives? Not a certain demon seeking out a certain soul that ‘shines like sunshine’?” Lucy couldn’t help teasing him. Most would think that she was insane for poking at the Devil, and they would probably be right. And yet…

He gave her an unamused look and said, “Semantics.”

Lucy laughed and leaned in to softly kiss him. When she pulled back she said, “Just means my sunshine soul is lucky is all.”

#lucy skye desmond #the blues devil #blues devil #mtl oc #metalocalypse oc #the wicker man mtl #ask answered

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inklore · 3 years ago

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suddenly thinking sooooo hard about shower sex with hangman kajdkshfks

veracious.

series masterlist

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x (f)reader

word count: 977

warnings: eighteen+ content, shower sex, dirty talk, porn with feelings i guess, established enemies with benefits, pilot reader, secret relationship, mentions of phoenix and bob.

etc: wrote this in mind with it being a part of this piece but you don’t have to read it to read this. i might write a bigger piece with these two since that tgm brain rot is still going strong, depending on if anyone would want it or not lmao.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

“If you don’t be quiet they’re going to hear you.” His tone is laced in arrogance. Even with his hand over your mouth muffling your moans—even if his large palm wasn’t over your mouth—you both knew it wouldn't be any dent on his ego if anyone was to hear you.

It would be another win for him to get off on. Another way for him to make it more than obvious, without words, just how great Jake Seresin is.

You really need to stop boosting his ego. It’s sickening to watch him smirk after, or during, your little escapades; like he is now. Hangman’s lips at your ear, one hand over your mouth, the other gripping your hip, chest pressed into your back as he fucks you against the tiled wall.

The tiled walls—shower room—you share with your fellow aviators.

Anyone could walk in right now and catch a glimpse of the two of you fucking behind the flimsy curtain. No doubt everyone in a mile radius has heard your moans already.

“You didn’t..” Phoenix’s voice is laced in just as much disgust as her expression is.

“Didn’t what?”

“Fuck Seresin.” Her face scrunches into a grimace. Looks like she might actually be sick.

“I’d rather die!”

“Oh, yeah? Is that why he keeps eye fucking you from across the room,” she states, argues. “And why Bob said he saw the two of you leaving the deck like your asses were on fire, Seresin’s hands on said ass.”

Fuck, Bob. You’re searching the bar to send him a threatening scowl. That little shit. And fuck Hangman for not being able to keep his hands to himself—in most cases you could have chalked it up to the endless banter and arguments the two of you always found yourselves in. Keeping that facade of pure hatred going for the masses.

“Sweets,” she says your call sign like it’s a warning. Look turning from grossed out to serious, “getting involved with him is the last thing you need on your conscience.”

“We’re not involved!” You huff, “like I said, I’d rather die.”

After all of you had come back from the bar, you’d waited until the halls were pilot free to set on an angry march to Hangman’s room. Only to have Coyote answering his door with a “he’s in the showers” paired with a smirk you wanted to smack off of his face.

And that’s where you found him, naked and soaping his chest as you yanked back the curtain.

“We need to stop this,” hands crossed over your chest, eyes trying to stay focused on his face and not…further…down.

“Well, good evening to you too, Sweets.” Now was not the time for his aggravating smirk because you really might punch him for it.

“Bob saw us!”

“Did he?” He’s completely unphased, turning his back to the faucet to rinse it.

“Yes! And I’d rather no one else know-”

“Think you and I both know it’s too late for that.”

You scowl at him, even though you knew he was right. Fuck him for being right, fuck Bob, and fuck you for falling for those pretentious pretty boy charms in the first place.

“Mine as well keep giving them something to talk about.” His smirk grew, showing off those perfect white teeth of his, before he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into the shower with him, pressing your lips together in a rough kiss.

Which is how you got here.

The hard snap of his hips making your ass ripple, your thighs pressed together in a way that makes it feel like Hangman’s cock is tearing you in two.

“Would you like that, baby?” You want to gag at the pet name, want to elbow him in the ribs. Want to do a lot of things but he’s rolling his hips in that way that has the tip of his cock touching that spot inside of you that makes stars blur your vision. “Everyone already knows you’re mine. Even you know it.” His teeth bite at your ear, his heavy pants filling your eardrums when he’s not. So all you can hear is him—the sounds of his skin slapping yours, his grunts, pants, your wetness drowning out the run of the water hitting the tile—all you can feel is him.

A trend of the way Hangman fucks, lives. Center of attention, in the sky, on land, in the bedroom. Wants everyone to know he’s the one they're admiring or pissed off at.

In your case: the one fucking you. The one who drives you insane but you can’t get enough off.

And you’d hate him for it, should hate him for it. Should have let the embarrassment of Phoenix finding out ward you off of him for the rest of your life. If this was a year ago you know you’d still despise him and be giving him shit right now. But so much time has passed. A tension come and gone and only resolved between the two of you by fucking.

His thrusts pick up speed, his grunts echoing deeper in his chest. The hand on your hip falls between your legs to rub the pad of his index finger against your clit, “you’re my girl, right?”

The strangled moan you let out as you nod frantically is something you’ll deny later. Know your cheeks will burn when he passes you in the rec room, putting on your big show of hating him in front of everyone; “thought you were my girl” he’ll whisper against your ear and it’ll simultaneously make you scowl and flutter between your legs.

Because yeah, maybe you were his girl and maybe you didn’t care who knew—you cared a whole lot actually—but just as long as he kept fucking you like this, it lightened the blow of everyone knowing.

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman smut #jake seresin x y/n #jake hangman seresin smut #jake seresin smut #jake seresin one shot #hangman x y/n #jake seresin fic #hangman #jake seresin x f!reader #hangman x f!reader #jake seresin x you #top gun #thots !#green light series

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cafeinthemoon · 2 years ago

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Ruins - Chapter I

Chapter 1

Wordcount 2,8k

Title Part I

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Symbols ⭕➕💛

Warning (s): none

Tagging @darling-imobsessed (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A.: So... I posted it lmao This chapter has already been posted on my ao3 and Quotev, and the next one will be out soon ;) I've just read snv's manga (haven't watched the anime yet) and enjoyed so much that it couldn't pass without a short story from me at least, so here we have a little romance with the King of Hellheim himself. hope you enjoy it 💜

"Indeed, it's wrong to keep you near me One could call me cruel and deceiving But in your sacred air I am full of light Your loving arms are the true delight To which I'm lost"

(Tamino, Persephone)

Instead of saying that you accepted to be there to pursuit a goal, you’d rather say you were after answers.

The tradition was well known by you: every year, a different region of your world was selected by Valhalla’s divine council for the task of sending a group of young, healthy women from every class, tribe and family available to the gods’ temporary residences where they would learn and serve, having their natural talents sharped to their limit, according their masters’ will. That time, your land was the chosen one, and your family selected you among your sisters.

It wasn’t the case that you longed for it. However, a girl couldn’t just oppose to the divine beings’ decision, and you knew you had no chance to find what you were seeking for in your own land, a small town by the sea where the commoner’s perspectives wouldn’t surpass the art of fishing in the case of the men and the ability of fixing nets in the case of the women, so that the best you could do was to bow your head and go with the others.

***

As far as you could see, there was nothing to complain about in Valhalla: you were all welcomed by Hermes, Zeus’ representative, who guided you to your lodgings and gave you instructions regarding your routine, the houses’ rules and your duties with all the competence and politeness expected from the Olympian spokesman; the rooms were comfortable; the food was excellent; some of the girls were good people, with whom you sensed you could be friends with. And, of course, the beauty of the lands surrounding the residence was beyond description.

Thanks to all those reasons, besides the fact that there was always interesting work to do, even you, instead of being easily swallowed by boredom, found yourself enthralled by your new life.

***

Before you had your first encounter with your possible future masters, you were told that each god and goddess there had their necessities and preferences according to their own personality, domain and history, and they would choose their disciples and servants guided by these parameters. The first weeks of interactions between the girls and the gods had the single purpose of exposing the first group to the examination of the latter, after which every girl would stay under the supervision of the deity who took interest in their qualities.

Some of these assimilations happened right in the first days, almost always involving the girls with obvious, specific talents, such as singing, crafting, dancing, fighting and similar things. Others would take longer to find their place, but eventually would fit in less famous gods’ guardianship. There were others, however, who would accept obscure positions as properties or concubines just to avoid what they saw as the humiliation of not being adopted as apprentices. You, on your side, had the misfortune of not being among the first ones to be chosen, belonging to the minority without guidance, but you already decided you would not submit yourself to dishonorable roles, not even for the gods: you haven’t left your house to end up like this. Besides, your parents warned you that one should take twice the prudence when it comes to divine matters.

***

Unlike your seeking for a divine tutor, finding a favorite place to be during the free hours of your day didn’t take much of your time – soon during your stay, you were lured and trapped by the enormous Library of Valhalla.

Since the intellectual development of the apprentices was among the criteria, all of you were granted access to the vast corridors and the colossal shelves crowded of books, parchments and brochures of every conceivable knowledge area, so that you would stay there and enjoy your right as long as you could. Sometimes, you wondered if there was something wrong in it, for you wouldn’t see more than half a dozen girls there at a time, and they would never stay as long as yourself. Or was it you that were spending too much time among the books instead? There was no way to know.

And if you were being honest, you might have had more to do inside a library than them, since your reasons would go beyond the love for learning.

Months ago, long before you were selected, a dream began to haunt you. A dream of ruins and desolation; of solitude and despair; a dream of a landscape where you were the only living being, and through which you would walk, seeking for something you didn’t even understand. The more you would search for this thing, the farther you felt it from you. Your deepest agony was that, whenever you sensed the slightest chance to find what you wanted, you would wake up and be forced to leave the nightly visions aside until the next time the dream came to you.

You weren’t cheering for being sent to Valhalla, that’s true, but when you discovered the existence of that library, the first thing you did was to start a long, detailed research in the dreams / psyche section to find clues. All the work you would do by yourself, though sometimes you wished you had someone to help you, until you thought twice and decided it was better not to involve anyone in this: that mission was yours, and yours alone.

***

That day you had the chance to start your research earlier, for you didn’t have much work to do, and the little you had was not difficult. You organized your things in the room and, once you had an opportunity, you left the company of the girls and headed to the library, to the already familiar section.

There was a specific book there that you found more interesting than the previous ones, the reasons including its updated grammar and glossary, the quantity of information and the fluid language, sparing your mind of the distractions caused by the far-fetched discourse so common in old works. It was a thick volume, with at least a thousand pages and a hard cover, making it so heavy that you were forced to slow your steps while carrying it from the shelf to the nearest table, but you weren’t bothered by this more than by the difficulties of your research itself.

The book was organized by themes, and each theme was divided in entries like a dictionary, thanks to which you advanced a third of the pages in just a few days. You were now reading an entry about isolation and comparing it to the notes you took about dreams with wilderness and ruins from another book. You hated to admit, but you weren’t seeing results in this study, since the conclusions given by the texts couldn’t be applied to your current situation in life or anything in your perspective. But you knew your dream had a meaning. It had to be that way. Otherwise, why would it keep coming back to disturb you?

You raised your eyes from the page and sighed. Maybe you should give yourself a break. There were large windows near your table that granted the readers a splendid view of the gardens. You stood up and flexed your arms, decided to go there and rest your eyes a bit…

– It’s been a long time since this library saw such a dedicated researcher.

You let out a brief scream and turned immediately to the voice’s direction: you were so concentrated in your activities that you haven’t heard or sensed its owner’s arrival. But once you laid your eyes on him, you had to lean on the table to keep your posture, for the individual you had before you was not one you would take lightly.

There you saw a tall man in light, elegant clothing and circumspect manners walking down the stairs that connected the first floor, where you were, to the second one, which corridors and study tables were invisible from your spot, something you thought to be the reason why you haven’t seen him until now. But, still...

Being able to mask his presence that way, to the point I haven’t heard a single book’s page being turned… It’s equally admirable and disturbing.

The man approached with a calm curiosity in his look, that would go from you to the papers on your table, then back to the little human who stared at him as if caught in the middle of a crime or a child’s game, or so you thought while looking at the slight curve on the corner of his lips. When he stopped in front of you, your first instinct was to step back, but the table was in your way, so you were forced to stay in your place – a normal distance for two humans, but too short when a god was involved. Because his divine nature was clear even to your untrained eyes.

No mortal could be this beautiful.

Defying the passage of time, he had the face of a young man, no marks or lines to maculate the freshness of his skin as far as you could see, though his eyes would not let you be deceived: those were old eyes, heavy with the things they’ve seen through countless ages, and sharp by the same reasons, eyes that you guessed that only a few could stand; above the left one, there was a delicate tattoo of a vine that contoured his forehead until it disappeared under the waves of his gray hair, a conspicuous yet decent attire that would soften the solemnity of his general appearance. His right ear, pointing out among his hair, was pierced by an impressive amount of earrings.

In an unforeseen yet calm move, he stretched his right hand. You startled... until you looked aside and understood that he just wanted to reach the open book on the table. He passed an elegant finger over the lines on the upper side of the page as his eyes read the sentence in a quick look, turning back to you right after.

You were distracted looking at his nails, painted with a dark shade, and needed a moment to process what he said next.

– Dreams and the mysteries of the subconscious – he started, a note of moderate interest in his tone – Many of your people experience attraction to these subjects, but only a few are willing to study them with the seriousness they deserve. But you’ve been visiting this section everyday, taking notes and making comparisons with the same passion of an old scholar. It’s a beautiful thing to see in a young person, I have to admit.

So… he has been there all this time, observing your comings and goings?

He took a step aside in order to examine your papers, and you couldn’t do anything but to look as he took your notes and lists and read them with respectful attention, then compared their content with the books, talking to himself during the inspection.

– So descriptive and organized... An excellent calligraphy… Detailed yet selective… Professional yet passionate…

The man put everything back on their place and turned to you, his inquisitive gaze making you adjust your posture.

He asked your name. You gave him the first and the second one, to which he discussed your origins.

– This is a common name by the sea lands from the … region. Are you from there?

– Yes… My Lord – he haven’t said his name yet, but you wouldn’t leave him without any treatment – My family have been living there for at least four generations. This is my mother’s name too.

He turned back to the table for a brief second.

– By the style used in your notes, I suppose you’ve been doing all of this for personal reasons – and with a soft smile, – It seems you’re trying to figure out the meaning of a dream of yours. Would you mind telling me about it?

You didn’t give him an immediate reply, though you weren’t willing to refuse the request: on one hand, you’ve never talked about this dream with any human, including the people you trusted the most, so that entertaining the idea of revealing it to a god was an even more distant possibility until this day; on the other hand, you were a young mortal from the coast, isolated in their lands now: you were aware of how silly it would be to ignore your disadvantage and say no to one of them. The thing is that you’ve been successful in avoiding this problem by keeping a safe distance from the gods you saw as the most demanding and dangerous… But what should you do when one of them suddenly appears before you and start making questions in a direct yet polite manner, in a way that you wouldn’t even call intrusive?

Perhaps all of this was written in your face, for he ended up giggling after observing you for a while.

– It doesn’t feel right sharing it with a stranger, does it? – and since you stayed quiet, – But let me tell you that it isn’t for nothing that I took interest in it. I myself have been haunted by a dream for months before deciding to come to Valhalla after answers. And, judging by the predominant symbols of your notes, such as ruins and old buildings, our dreams might have similarities. I want to find out how deep they are. And this is so important to me that I don’t mind asking for a stranger’s help to get this.

He finished that sentence with the same soft, discreet smile you caught yourself getting familiar with. Maybe he’s got a point there. And since you yourself weren’t going too far doing all the work alone, counting on someone more experienced than you, and one with a similar case to solve, couldn’t be so bad.

You sighed and turned to the table, to your papers, finally accepting to talk.

– Just like in your case, my Lord, during the months that preceded my stay in Valhalla, this dream would come to me at least one night a week. I would find myself alone, surrounded by what it seemed to a be a desert, or an abandoned land, with ruins as far as the eye can see. I would walk to see what I could find among them, but there was nothing for me there. Still, I wouldn’t try and find a way to leave that place. I wanted to stay, to touch the ruins, to move them, to build something out of them, but some strange force grips my hands, as if telling me not to be arrogant and leave them there, and this is when my hope dies and I wake up with no choice but to wait until it started again.

The man spent a moment in silence, looking at the papers, measuring your words, and during that time your breaths were the only detectable sound between those walls.

He was the first to talk after that.

– Tell me… The last night you had this dream was the one before you came to Valhalla, wasn’t it? And this was probably the time when the dream came more vividly, right?

Your eyes widened.

– How do you know, my Lord?!

Your surprise didn’t affect him.

– Because the same thing happened to me. Now, can you give this place of your dreams a more detailed description?

You nodded and went to depict the aspect of the ruins, the color of the sky, the texture of the soil, the temperature of the surroundings and everything you were able to remember. At some moments, you had to make pauses, as if the memories were as heavy as the dream itself, so that dealing with the emotions evoked by it while awake was as difficult as when you experienced them in your sleep.

There was a sensation of peace, or conciliation, in the air when you finished, which convinced you that another part of your mission was fulfilled – the initial one being the start of your research.

However, your journey for answers was just beginning, and the beginning itself was a pit deeper and darker than your young mind could conceive.

The man, as composed as he has been since the start of the conversation, turned his eyes to you, and you would swear you saw a trace of relief – even satisfaction – in them.

– It’s just as I imagined. This place… is the same of my own dreams. And I know where it is.

You gasped.

– Do you?!

– Yes. This place exists in reality. And it is part of Hellheim.

Part II

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #snv hades #snv hades x reader #snv x reader #ror hades #ror hades x reader #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #record of ragnarok hades

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unluckilyimnot · 3 years ago

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Hiii

If you can, could you do part 3 of marrage with Rindou? When he realize he want to be with reader because he see Sanzu flirting with them?

Thank you❤️

type: fluff, light angst

wc: 2,6k

note: I took forever again, I’m really sorry. I do this and the other one just after so I won’t be late anymore. I’m really happy to see that you seem to love it that much ! looks like we love deep conversations in the car here lmao.

Same as the previous one, I’d really love feedback on it. Thank you !

Pt.1 || Pt.2

You always had a relationship with their corporation - this is why you and Rindou got married in the first place - but since he never wanted to see you, you just didn’t show up much there. Now that your relationship with him was better, you retake all the common projects between your father’s corporation and theirs. That way, you could see him more and get to know all the executive members. You never really meet up with them in the past, only knowing their names and what they look like but not personally.

Let’s just say that you were surprised and in multiple ways. Regarding your own job, you get to see Kokonoi a lot and his prideful appearance was in fact only a facade. He was a really respectful guy and serious in his job, never underestimating you because you were a girl like a lot of people did before. Maybe since he knew that messing with girls from that type of family never ends well - regarding their own capacities or their parents’. He’s in fact the type to just appreciate when the job is well done and you happen to think the same. You two get along so well that sometimes, Rindou comes to his colleague’s office to find you when you don’t answer your phone.

If there’s one thing that changes a lot, it’s the fact that Rindou accepts you as his equal. If you still weren’t his wife to his eye, you at least were a precious co-worker whose job is perfect and it was good for you. You never asked for too much and being able to talk to him and help him when he needed it was enough. But even if your heart was only looking for him, you knew how to separate this from your job and always tell him to wait if you’re already busy. Rindou must admit that it’s hot to see a girl so dedicated to her work, particularly his. He never thought he’ll think like this, but seeing you more often and talking with you changes his mind little by little through the last months. His mind didn't change that fast, but he has to admit that seeing you participate at all the meetings they got with their collaborators does something to him. Your serious expression has nothing to do with the smile you always tried to give him since you got married and he liked that. You’re a totally different person when you work and, somehow, he feels special to be able to see you smiling most of the time now that he knows how cold you look outside. He always thought you were a silly girl, kind to everyone when it wasn’t the case at all. Even with Kokonoi, which you grow closer to, you keep your calm looking. He realized his privilege pretty late now that he was thinking about it.

Beside Kokonoi, you were pretty friendly with everyone at a colleague level. You were growing up closer to Ran too though for obvious reasons, but you didn't feel like working with him a lot, finding him hard to follow but great as a person. You could understand where Rindou gets some of his habits, well that’s what you say to Ran and the man then says to his brother. You two being closer than before doesn’t mean that you actually open up to each other ; you’re not there yet. Not that Rindou doesn’t want to now, he just doesn’t know how to get there. He’s not the best for that in the first place after all. He still felt awkward with this whole situation and the other executives being able to talk to you more freely than he could was messing with his mind and playing on his nerves. He doesn’t really care about them and you getting along, you’re just a co-worker for them just as much as he is. You have no obligation to talk to them at all, let say smiling and laughing with them so why were you doing it ? And why was it always Sanzu ? You keep your cool with Kokonoi but when Sanzu cracks pity jokes you smile at him ? Rindou hated himself to get angry at you when you weren’t in fact the problem.

Since the day the pink-haired man said something about you, Rindou couldn’t get it out of his mind and was worried about his intentions or what he could do. He cares now, and he won’t let that man do anything to you. But you were going along with his pitiful game and it made Rindou mad. He was jealous because Sanzu was able to have this relationship with you when he couldn’t : he never spoke freely to you, let alone made you laugh. All Rindou was wondering was how he could ever do that.

His laugh was getting on his nerves. Sanzu’s flirty manners and smile got him sick but Rindou was scared to leave. What if Sanzu makes a move on you when he’s gone ? All he could do was watch over you, without saying anything. You seemed to be fine so it would be weird if he suddenly asks you to go, and on the other hand nothing was holding him back to just punch Sanzu in the face but, for some reasons, he just doesn't want you to see him do that. Yet, from time to time, your eyes and smile goes to him. Cute, little smile as if you were checking on him too, and he felt love. You always were like this he supposed, but accepting it was so much softer and tender. You didn’t force him to participate but your smile was enough to get him at ease. He was impressed in fact, he never thought that this simple thing he used to hate would become so sweet to him one day. The shitty behavior of his colleague wasn’t just bad in the end. It made Rindou realize how much he cared for you now, that he wanted you all for himself and he doesn’t feel bad about it. That’s what you were waiting for, no ?

During the discussion, Sanzu bent over, closer to you and Rindou swore he will get up and smack Sanzu’s face for good this time but, to his release, Kokonoi comes into the room asking for you. You nod and get up to leave immediately, Sanzu whining to his colleague for stealing you but you didn’t really pay much attention to this. You saw how tense Rindou was and ran your hand across his shoulders while passing behind him. The little and simple touch sends shivers down the man’s spine and he turns back to look at you before you leave with a little smile for him, your perfume still around him.

Rindou waits a little, just for you to be out of his view before finally getting up and brutally catching Sanzu’s collar. His jaw clenched at the cocky smile on the other face.

“Don’t ever get that close to her,” he breathly said, holding back his anger, only to get laugh at.

“What ? You love her now ?” asks Sanzu with a manic laugh, searching to tease him. It was like forcing him to say it when he wasn’t ready yet. And he doesn’t want anyone but you to know it first. Before he could say anything, the door opened again and you got inside. You didn’t say anything, only narrowing your eyes at Sanzu that just scoffed at your different behavior. Rindou was right, he’s the only one who can get an honest smile from you. Picking up your bag and jacket, you stopped behind Rindou that hasn't let go of his colleague yet.

“I’m going home Rindou, you’re coming ?” You calmly questioned as if he wasn't ready to punch his teammate.

“You’re already done ? It was fast” he answers with a question before letting go of Sanzu and going to take his own jacket. You just hum in response, walking to the open door. He quickly followed you, not paying attention to Sanzu anymore. Following you through the building like he wasn't the one working here, you two soon arrive at the parking lot. You decided to get home with his car. It was the first for you two to get home together and a little smile took place on your lips the moment you got in and locked your belt. You were just happy to spend time with him and to see that he seems content too. Rindou was silent and, even if you’re used to it and he told you it’s common from him, with what happened with Sanzu you wanted to talk to him. You didn’t really get over the fact that you used to make him angry every time before so it’s hard for you to engage in any kind of conversation but you also know that if you don’t, he won’t do it either.

“What happened with Sanzu earlier ?” you ask slowly while looking at him curiously. “If you don’t want to talk about it it’s fine.” You add immediately after to not push any pressure on him.

“It’s fine,” he says, resting his arm on the armrest as he drives. He wanted to think before talking, just to put it in a way that will leave boundaries again but he doesn’t want them anymore. Thinking before talking will not help him this time, he knew it. So he prefers to be honest and speak his heart out and insecurities for once. “I don’t like the way Sanzu acts around you, not just today but in general. He made some jokes that actually made me worry about leaving you alone with him…” Looking at you sideways, he could catch your surprised expression. He’s worried about you ? It seems a bit more evident with the past few weeks but hearing him saying that makes your heart pound faster. Him not leaving you two alone earlier makes it even more meaningful for you.

“Did you hear what Sanzu said before you got in ?” suddenly asks Rindou, getting you out of your mind. His hand was now close to his lips, his thumb running back and forth lightly on it and you had to get focus again. It was on his mind. If you’ve heard, then he’ll tell you, if you didn’t, he’ll keep it for himself.

“I did,” you answered, getting yourself together on your seat, “but I didn’t know if I could say it since you didn’t respond and I was honestly scared of it.” Your honestly will cost you your life one day, thinks Rindou, but he was still glad that you were with him. You've always been, that’s probably what scares him at first. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, I’m fine you know.” You add, now looking through the window to run away from his look. In fact, you just don’t want him to say that he doesn’t, being closer to him makes you want him even more and you didn’t know if you could endure a ‘no’. Rindou went silent, making you think the answer was still a negative. The whole mood flopped, you became kinda gloomy and your smile was gone, making him feel terrible. Making him want to hold you. Thankfully, the ride was about to end and you would soon be able to lock yourself in your office, getting out only when you’ll be sure he was sleeping.

Getting out of the car silently and without waiting for him, you walk straight to the entrance with him following your tracks. He didn’t know what to say, how to say it and when, but he had to be honest with you just as much as you were. After leaving your jacket and shoes in the hall, you were about to walk away when he caught your wrist. “I do.” he just says without looking at you.You frown at his words, not understanding what he was talking about and not really in the mood to talk anymore.

“To answer Sanzu’s question,” he clarifies, “I do now.” He looked at you a second but couldn’t maintain eye contact, he just wanted to see your expression. You were shocked to say the least, your heart was going through a roller-coaster and the mood to talk was suddenly back. Released could be seen in your eyes and it made him feel better. His heart was still racing while waiting for your answer but he knew you’ll be happy, normally. Your turn fully to him as he let go of your wrist but you didn’t know what to say, biting your lips at the awkward situation as you were thinking.

“That mean we can act like a normal couple ?” you ask carefully, not daring to look at him either. He hums at your words. “We can talk freely to each other, not just for business you know and you, I mean, we can, you know,” he struggles to get his words out of his mouth and the way he moves his hands when he is about to talk about physical touch was cute. He wasn’t new to it at all but with you it just still seems weird, like he doesn’t deserve it after all he did. You took his hands in yours slowly before smiling at him. “Yeah, I know.”

You contain yourself to just hug him at the moment, because it would probably be strange for both of you, but knowing that your crave for physical touch, his hands in yours or him holding you would be slowly relieved makes you smile even more. You’ll be able to be in love with him without it being a problem and you couldn't ask for anything else. All the dreams of the little girl you were became true and you said to yourself that it was worth the wait.

“Can I say it ?” you ask, a small smile on your lips as you look at him with doe eyes.

“Say what ?” respond Rindou, truly confused, still focuses on your hand in his and the way his thumb slowly starts to stroke your soft skin by reflexes. “That I love you, silly,” you giggle. Blinking a few times before looking at you again, he just nods, making you smile widened.

“I love you, Rindou,” you then said while smiling at him. Rindou didn’t know how to answer, he wasn’t feeling confident enough to say it back and felt bad to leave you like this. “You don’t have to say it back until you’re ready, don’t worry.” you laugh but he pulled you closer to him instead of just nodding at your words, hugging you for the first time. If you were happy before, now you are just on the verge of crying thanks to it. His arm lightly wrapped around you feels better than what you ever imagined and missing it so much for so many years makes it more relevant to you. When for Rindou, it was just the first step as a normal and loving husband and he has to admit that it feels different when you’re actually in love to hug someone. He doesn’t regret anything, and was even happy to have you close to him. He’ll get used to it, maybe addicted but it would be the one.

I’m definitely not good enough yet right haha but not that bad either I guess. I hope you liked it !

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softjakehoon · 3 years ago

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Can We Pretend?

Pairing: Idol Jay/Reader

Warnings: Smut. For 18+ only, minors dni.

Includes: Corruption kink, friends with benefits, protected sex, squirting, mild choking, slight biting, rough sex.

Authors note: I might edit this later. I apologize for any errors, I wrote this at 5 am instead of sleeping. Lmao.

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"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, in case you wanted to back down.

You were watching a drama just a couple of minutes ago when he kissed you by surprise. You remember teasing him and questioning his innocence because of a scene in the drama where the main leads were hugging before having sex for the first time.

Your brain stopped functioning for a while to remember how it all came to this.

"Pft. Who the fuck hugs before having sex?" You almost choked on your drink out of laughter.

"Why? Isn't that a normal thing for couples?" Jay asked you with innocence plastered on his face.

"Are you being serious? You.. don't tell me you're still a virgin?" You were so shocked that you had to pause the drama you're both watching.

"What's wrong with being a virgin? Also, you already know I haven't dated anyone in my life, why are you so shocked?" His lips pouting cutely as he argued.

"But that was 3 years ago, Jay. You're literally 21 now, you need to get laid." You teased him out of habit. A sting of pain suddenly grazing your heart at the thought of your best friend on someone else's bed.

"As if I have the time for that. Besides, I can't just hook up with anyone. I have a reputation to protect as an idol." He's right, you nodded in response. A sudden thought crossing your mind.

"Wait a minute, how do you release tension then? Do you just get off by yourself or?" Your face inspecting his eyes closely for some hint. "Don't tell me you don't jack off either?" You were beyond shocked by his blank expression, showing no sign of guilt at all.

"Holy shit, how do you even do that? You poor thing." You taunted him.

"Enough, y/n. I'm fine, I have a lot of ways to release stress. Unless, you want to offer yourself to help." Jay knew he wasn't thinking straight when he said this but he maintained his cool and unbothered expression to see how you would react.

"You want us to be fuck buddies, is that it? Fine, I'll help you." You weren't sure why you agreed without giving it a second thought. But you know deep inside you've been in love with Jay for 6 years already. For all those years, you tried so hard not to be overly affectionate and clingy to the boy you liked the most--in fear of him drifting away from you. You wanted to be someone constant in his life, someone he can go to whenever he needs someone to lean on. You wanted to be his soulmate.

You've done a great job so far, but you're not sure anymore. How the hell are you going to manage pretending from now on? When you're overly sentimental and you tend to give meaning to every single thing he does.

"What? How can you agree so fast?" He jokingly covered his mouth, pretending to be shocked.

"What? Do you want me to take it back? It's not like this is my first time having sex anyway." You tried to act cool as much as possible, pretending that this setup isn't that much of a big deal at all.

"Right. I'm not. But you're gonna be my first." You're almost sure he sounded hurt when he said that while looking deeply in your eyes.

You couldn't resist it anymore. You wanted to be the one to erase his innocence but you were surprised when he kissed you first.

You couldn't honestly tell if this is his first kiss or not because he's definitely good at it.

You pulled away out of shock. You didn't expect him to be this good since you thought he's just gonna go for a quick peck. He looked confused at your reaction.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, in case you wanted to back down.

"No. No, I was just shocked. I thought you were just gonna go with a quick peck, that's all." For some reason you can't look directly in his eyes. You're sure of it. If you do, you're gonna fall for him again, like you always do.

"Well, we're not gonna go further with just a peck, right? Stop acting so shy, I thought you're gonna help me." He lifted your chin using his thumb, your eyes meeting in parallel.

"You sure about this, Jay? I mean, I may get clingy after all of this. You know how sensitive I get. I tend to feel a lot of emotions." You warned him, followed by a fake laugh to ease the tension. You wanted to give him an idea of what could happen at least.

"Then, don't. We're just using each other for sex, keep that in mind." You're aware he didn't mean to hurt you by this. He was just stating the obvious--drawing the line between the two of you for safety precaution. But this hurts, and you wanted him to take the pain all away, even just for a while.

You kissed him roughly in frustration. He picked up your pace quickly, he really is a fast learner, you thought. And his lips, they're small and cute but they felt so damn good on yours. You grabbed his face, feeling every inch of his jawline, circling your fingertips on the mark on his neck. You looked deep into his eyes before gently sucking on it. He moaned at the contact, grabbing a fistful of your hair gently and pulling you back to a kiss.

"Don't leave marks, y/n. I have a photoshoot tomorrow." He said, firmly.

"Too bad. Wanted to fucking mark you as proof of getting your virginity taken." You chuckled.

"Let me mark you instead, then. Proof that I let you take it." He whispered into your ear, biting into it gently, and kissing your neck while sucking on your skin up to your cleavage.

You moaned from the sensation. You're already melting from his touch, you couldn't help but to rub your thighs together, wanting some kind of pleasure on your core as soon as possible.

"Jay, I want your cock in me so bad." You whined, desperate to feel him inside of you. You palmed his cock inside his shorts, pulling it out. This is your first time seeing your best friend's dick and it was prettier than you imagined it would be. And you always thought he would be huge, but this doesn't even compare to the one in your dreams. The length, the girth, the tip of his cock, all red from arousal, leaking with precum already. Your mouth is watering from the sight.

You couldn't help it. You dropped on your knees, eyes levelled to his crotch. You pumped his dick with your small hands, earning a gasp from him. You circled your tongue in his tip, gathering all the precum in it before fully deep throating him. He let out a growl this time, surprised by your sudden action. "Fuck, y/n. That's it, your mouth feels so good." You hummed in his dick, sending vibrations to his senses. You kept bobbing your head up and down, making sure to go as deep as you can, his tip hitting your throat making you slightly gag. You pulled it out for a moment to spit on it, and put it back inside your mouth, sucking him sloppily.

"Fuck, y/n. I'm close, keep going." Your jaw is starting to hurt a little, but you wanted to taste him so bad. You continued sucking him off while cupping his balls, massaging them gently.

"Fuck, I'm cumming." He tried to get you off of him but you wrapped your arms around his thighs, pulling him closer. His cock, burying in your throat even deeper as he cummed. You looked up to him, eyes closed and mouth open from the pleasure. His head tilted back, and his hair slightly wet from sweat. The view of him from below caused a pool of wetness in your core. You milked him dry and swallowed his load without hesitation.

"Shit, y/n. That's just.. insane. Come here, I wanna taste you too." He helped you get up, both of you smiling from ecstasy.

You sat up on the couch, your thighs closed involuntarily trying to hide your arousal. "Can I?" He looked into your eyes, asking for permission if he could eat you out like a gentleman that he is.

"Y-yes." You shyly answered. This is the first time someone is getting down on you after all. Your ex never liked foreplay and always went on ahead with penetration every single time that it hurts most of the time. Nervous of what's to come, you covered your face with your hands, not wanting him to see your state.

"Let me see your pretty face, y/n. I wanna see how good I'm making you feel." He grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on his head, giving you something to hold on to while he flicks his tongue in your clit. He looked at you, your head tilted on the side, your mouth open releasing soft moans. He took the chance to put two fingers in your mouth, making you suck on them only to put them inside your cunt. He continued thrusting his fingers in and out while licking and sucking your bud, driving you insane from the pleasure, your arousal dripping down his chin generously.

You grabbed his hair firmly as you focused on reaching your climax, clenching on his fingers. "Jay, I.. I'm gonna cum." You're almost out of breath at this point.

He curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot several times that had you squirting around his digits. He eased you from your high, fucking your hole with his tongue and sucking on your juices. He looked up to you with lust all written in his face. His cheeks and chin, all wet and covered with your scent.

"I always knew you'd taste good. Though I didn't know you're a squirter." He chuckled and sat on the couch.

"Shut up. It's because it felt too good." You got up and climbed on his lap. He grabbed your ass to spread them and began kissing you again. The taste of his cum and yours both mixing in your mouth as you kiss him back. You began grinding at his erection, coating his length with your juices as he guided you by your waist.

You're getting impatient at this point, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you. You felt Jay searching for something in the corner of the couch, eventually bringing out a condom.

"Why do you have that there?" You asked him, curious if he knew this would happen.

"The boys left it here just in case. Didn't know I'd be the one to use it though." He tore the packaging and started rolling it down to the base of his cock.

"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" You smiled at him.

"I don't think so." He whispered in your ear and bit your jaw, leaving a slight mark. You moaned a little bit louder this time. Surprised that it didn't hurt at all. "Aren't you such a pain slut? You're getting turned on by that? Huh?" His voice is so deep and velvety, making you clench your walls on nothing.

You started positioning yourself in his cock, slowly sinking down while biting your lip. He gasped from the unfamiliar sensation when he felt his tip enter you. You made sure to bottom all the way down, training your cunt to adjust to his size.

"Shit. Move for me, baby. Be a good girl and ride my cock." He's holding you by your waist, pinning you down roughly.

"Fuck, Jay. Your cock is so deep in me." You continued bouncing up and down, grinding back and forth on his cock from time to time whenever your legs would start to get tired.

Jay sensed that you’re starting to slow down so he started thrusting deep and sloppily into your core. You tried to meet his every thrust, biting your lips to keep yourself from screaming.

“Jay, I’m close.” He wrapped his right hand on your neck gently, while his left hand stayed at your waist. You're left at his mercy at this point. He’s in charge of the moment, giving you a smack on your ass as he growls from the intense pleasure.

“Cum for me, y/n.” With a couple of thrusts, you reached your orgasm, your walls convulsing around Jay’s cock that sent him to the edge as well.

He stayed inside you for a moment as both of you tried to catch your breath and then he pulled out after, discarding the condom in the trash bin.

He helped you get up and prepared a warm bath for you to enjoy. He knows that both of you just entered a complicated situation but he doesn’t regret it. As long as he’s with you, nothing else matters.

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen dirty imagines #enhypen jay #enhypen jay x reader

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sinfulspencer · 3 years ago

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Aurora! Congratulations darling, on this incredible milestone! I am so proud of you. I cannot tell you how happy I am to have met you, you truly are a really good friend, I love you❤️

Now onto the smut, aka the natural progresses of our conversations…😏

Woman:

I think you know me well enough to already know that I want soft dom Spencer whispering fun stuff in my ear. I just want a nice little cuddle fuck on his couch and I want him to call me a good girl, that’s it, what else did you expect for me lmao?

(Dm me if you want, you know I’m happy to help, maybe draw you another stick figure lmao 😂)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: SoftDom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, praise kink, degradation kink, dirty talking, oral sex (male receiving, implied female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Words: 2.9k

A.N: Hope you enjoy this, my dirty minded friend @gettingrailedbyreid. Big thank you to my girlfriend @sassymoon for editing this piece.

Aurora’s 3k followers celebration

“I was waiting for you.”

With my eyes still half-closed, I snuggled closer to Spencer as he tried to sit on the couch without crushing me. It wasn’t unusual for me to fall asleep while waiting for him, especially when he got stuck in traffic for a car crash not too far away from where we shared our apartment.

I wanted to stay awake for him so that I could’ve greeted him with a kiss on the lips, but unfortunately my tiredness got the best of me. However, Spencer didn’t seem to mind as he pushed my hair off my forehead to leave a kiss.

“I know you were.” - his lips brushed right above the bridge of my nose - “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“No, I’m glad you did.” - covering my mouth, I let out a yawn - “I haven’t seen you in two days.”

His features were relaxed as his eyes never left my face, even though I could feel he was exhausted. The dark circles around his eyes told me he didn’t sleep while he was working on the case, but he didn’t seem keen on talking about it - and I wasn’t going to pressure him to do so.

“I’m happy you’re back home.”

“You can’t even imagine how happy I am to be home with you.” - Spencer dragged his fingers over my cheeks, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip - “I’ve missed you.”

Leaning forward, I stole a kiss from his lips. “I missed you, too.”

Spencer brought his right hand on my back, caressing it with the tip of his fingers while his mouth never left mine. I could feel in the way he kissed me how much he missed me and how there was something unsaid lingering in the air.

Something that felt overwhelming even for him, in a moment like that.

Spencer broke the kiss, surprising me. “What were you watching, baby?”

Shrugging, I bumped my nose against his. “Just an episode of Grey’s Anatomy, but I’ll finish it tomorrow. Now I want to be with you.”

“You can be with me and watch your favourite tv show at the same time.” - Spencer grabbed the remote from the floor - “I’m not going anywhere.”

Before I could answer, Spencer turned the tv back on and picked up the episode where I left it. I wasn’t really in the mood to keep on watching, mainly because his hands were distracting me and the warmth of his body was all I craved at that moment, but I couldn’t reply.

No, I was too lost in the sound of his voice to care about the other voices chiming in the back from the tv.

Cuddling against his chest, Spencer ran his fingers through my hair while I tried my best to focus on the scenes moving in front of my face. The characters faded away as my brain started to picture the way Spencer looked at me before kissing me, reminding me that what he wanted was obvious but he didn’t ask.

Maybe Spencer was too tired to make love to me, maybe he was too upset because of the case he just worked on so I didn’t pressure him.

Clinging to his shirt, I turned my face so that it was pressed to his chest. Spencer looked down at me but didn’t say anything, caressing my hair and enjoying my presence all around him.

I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t think about the characters making out - all I craved in that moment was my boyfriend inside of me, kissing me, whispering to me how much he wanted me.

Luckily, I had only ten minutes of the episode left so when the screen went black, I looked up at Spencer and stole the remote from his hands to turn off the TV. I didn’t want to watch anymore, I needed to be with him - in any way he wanted me to, in any way we could think of.

“Spencer?”

“Yes, baby?”

I looked up at him. “How was the flight back home?”

His eyebrows arched. “Uh, it went smoothly. I slept the whole time. Jennifer had to wake me up when we landed back in Quantico.”

Smiling, I gave him a kiss on the chin. “Good, I’m glad you rested before coming home.”

Silence fell in the room as Spencer processed my words. I realised they sounded quite wrong, but he didn’t seem to mind - actually, Spencer seemed amused by my choice of words. His lips twitched into a smirk that made my cheeks flush.

“Why did you want me to get some rest? Are you planning on keeping me awake the whole night, baby?”

Playfully smacking his chest, I shook my head. I was lying through my teeth and I thought that it was obvious, especially because my cheeks were burning even more than before.

Nobody in the world was able to read someone’s mind, but after years together, Spencer could read mind. Or, he could read my body language perfectly - so he didn’t fail to notice the way I clenched my thighs together at the thought of making love to him the whole night.

Images that he put in my brain.

Images that flooded my mind before he came home, before I fell asleep.

“Maybe. Would that be a problem, Doctor Reid?”

Spencer reacted at my words with a smile, tightening his grip on my waist before sliding his hands underneath the shirt I was wearing.

“No, not at all. I had the same idea.”

Chuckling, I settled between his legs with my chest pressed to his. Spencer didn’t waste any time and kissed me, keeping his hands on my waist before using them to take off my shirt and throwing it on the floor. His actions didn’t surprise me, it was obvious where the situation was going.

In the direction I craved, I hoped.

“Wonderful, because I’ve waited a little too long…”

Spencer pulled away from my lips. “Yeah? Then, why don’t you show me how eager you are to have me, baby?”

He didn’t have to repeat himself, because I already knew what I wanted to do. Even though the couch wasn’t my favourite space to have sex on, I didn’t complain - all I wanted was to put my hands on his body and ruin him, show him exactly what I thought for the past few days without him.

Spencer wasn’t surprised when my fingers unbuckled his belt. He lifted his lhips to help me take off his trousers and watched me carefully, praising me for looking so cute while doing something so naughty. I wasn’t even done, yet. I had barely started.

I wanted to take some time to watch his body reacting to my touch.

Pulling his boxers down, I pressed a long kiss right above his Adam’s apple. Spencer threw his head back and released a strangled moan, rolling his hips when my hand brushed against his hard cock.

“I’ve missed you so much, Doctor.”

He hummed, tightening his grip on my wrist. “Me or my cock?”

I chuckled, pulling away from his face. “Both. Mostly you, though.”

Spencer looked at me, gently pushing me down between his legs. He didn’t answer my words, admiring me as I settled between his thighs and came close to what I’ve been craving ever since Spencer jumped on the couch.

We were going to talk about everything after.

At that moment, we needed to be with one another physically.

Wrapping my right hand around the base of his cock, Spencer released a long moan as he looked down at me with his eyes filled with lust. I held back my laugh, pressing another kiss right below his head before sliding my tongue all around it. Earning a hiss from him, I closed my eyes and finally gave in.

Spencer ran his fingers through my hair and pushed my head down, forcing me to take his cock into my mouth.

“God, your mouth is fucking sinful.” - he whispered, lost in the pleasure I was bringing him - “That feels so good, baby.”

The praise was turning me on more than it should have. The mere idea of bringing Spencer pleasure was enough to almost push me closer to the edge, because that’s all I wanted to do. I needed to give Spencer pleasure, I wanted him to feel appreciated, worshipped, desidered, craved.

Spencer pushed his hips forward, making me choke a little as his dick hit the back of my throat. He didn’t retract, he just watched a single tear slip down my cheeks and my eyes closing quickly.

“Oh, is that too much for you? I thought you could take my cock inside your mouth, but I guess you can’t.”

His hand pressed me down more. My tongue swirled around his cock as the oxygen decreased, making it even more difficult to breathe and to focus. I didn’t care, I was lost in my desire to give him pleasure that I almost forgot to answer.

I knew why he said those words, I knew he was mocking me.

I pulled back, massaging his cock with both my hands. “No, I can. I can take it, Doctor, I promise. I’m good.”

“I know you are, baby. You’re my good girl.” - Spencer said, bringing his other hand underneath my chin - “Come here, I need you.”

I didn’t hesitate, immediately losing the grip on his private parts and sitting on his thighs. If he wanted me to bring him pleasure with my own body, I was more than ready to do it.

I missed being so close to him, I missed feeling his body underneath mine.

Spencer laughed at my eagerness as he tossed his own shirt off the couch. “You’re so desperate to have me, it’s pathetic.”

“Says the man who was almost ready to come down my throat while I sucked his dick.” - I mumbled, pushing his boxers down with my trembling fingers - “I’ll ask about how you’re feeling later, I promise.”

“Now you just need my cock inside of you, you just want to come.” - Spencer replied, bringing his hands up to my breasts - “I almost forgot how desperate you are to have me, baby.”

Humming, I raised my hips just enough to feel his cock press against my heat. “I guess I should show you exactly how desperate I am.”

Spencer didn’t have the time to answer me because I started to sink onto his cock, welcoming him inside of me with a low moan. His eyes never left my face while his hands dug into the soft skin of my hips, helping me to sit on his thighs.

I placed both my hands on his chest, stabilising myself on top of him.

“You’re so big, fuck.” - I whined, almost collapsing forward - “I’ve missed you.”

Spencer couldn’t speak, I could see the veins in his neck straining and his chest heaving. He was holding back, he wasn’t producing the moans I’ve fallen in love with so I decided to give him a little push. I needed to know I was bringing him pleasure, I needed to understand if he wanted something differently.

Rolling my hips, I pressed my body forward so that my breasts were in front of his face. Spencer didn’t waste any time, grasping both of them in his hands and squeezing them harshly.

“Doctor… You fill me up so fucking good. I’ve missed your cock so much.”

A long moan escaped from his lips, finally breaking the silence he fell in.

Spencer looked up at me, pressing another kiss between my breasts. “Yeah? You like having my cock so deep inside of you, baby? You like being all mine?”

His words sent shivers down my spine, forcing me to move quickly on top of him. Rolling my hips, I threw my head back and pulled away from his mouth but Spencer followed me. With his teeth leaving marks all over my breasts, he gave in to the pleasure and moaned my name.

I loved being his and I loved when he proved to me how excited I was to have him, to feel him, to be owned by the man underneath me.

Raising his hips to meet mine, Spencer started to push inside of me. I stayed still, allowing him to use me however he pleased. The sounds he was making were beyond this world, bringing me even more pleasure than his actual actions.

“You like it when I use you, don’t you baby? You like feeling all mine?”

I struggled to look at him, nodding my head. “I don’t feel yours. I am yours.”

Spencer dug his fingers into my waist, looking up at me. “That’s right, you’re all mine.”

I forgot about how tired I was. I forgot that my knees were burning due to the fabric of the couch scratching my skin. I forgot about how the neighbours could hear me moaning and whining in pleasure.

All I needed at that moment was to feel him come inside of me, showing me how much he missed being mine and owning me.

“Look at you, being a slut for me sitting on my dick. Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes, you feel so…”

I couldn’t even finish my own answer, collapsing against his chest while Spencer barely gave me the time to take a deep breath. He was pushing in and out of me at a quick pace, raising his hips so that he could fill me exactly how I needed.

The pleasure was spiking within me, I could almost taste it.

“Oh, you can’t even speak.” - Spencer chuckled, sliding his hands down my back to smack my ass - “You’re fucking pathetic, but I love it. I love when you get like this, just a good girl desperately riding my cock.”

I hid my face in the crook of his neck, struggling to follow the rhythm of his hips. I was getting close to the edge of my desire, my brain was completely empty as a chorus of moans and whimpers fell from my lips.

I couldn’t speak, I was so lost in my own pleasure.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” - Spencer asked, pressing a soft kiss right below my chin - “Do you want to come all over my cock? Show me how much you missed me?”

I nodded, scratching his shoulders before pulling away from him and sitting on his thighs. His cock was still buried deep inside of me, moving in and out at a quick pace that brought me closer and closer.

“Y-Yes. Please, let me come. I need it, Doctor, please.”

“Go ahead, baby. Come for me.” - Spencer whispered, cradling my face with one hand before bringing it down to my waist - “Come for me, baby. Let me feel how much you adore being fucked like this.”

His words and the way his hips hit mine over and over were enough to push me off the edge. Shocks of pleasure burned through my body as the orgasm washed over me, leaving me shuddering and whining on top of him.

“So fucking perfect for me, baby. You’re all mine, only mine. My good girl.”

I didn’t know how he was able to speak at that moment, because I couldn’t even form a complete and coherent sentence. My whole body was burning with desire as the last drops of my pleasure spilled out all over the couch, between my legs, down his cock.

Spencer didn’t stop his movements, allowing me to ride the pleasure he was bringing me before he fell apart and joined me in the euphoria. His moans echoed inside of our living room, covering the squeaks of the couch underneath our weights. The warmth he filled me with almost brought me to tears, as I fell forward with my face hiding in his neck.

I’ve missed the sensation of being owned, of being his.

Spencer uttered my name one last time as he welcomed me in his arms, nudging his nose against my neck.

Even if I didn’t see him, I knew he looked ethereal.

“I love you.” - I mumbled, closing my arms around his neck - “I love you so much.”

Spencer hummed with his lips pressed to my bare shoulder. “I love you more, baby.”

It took me at least five good minutes to come down from my high. My arms finally stopped shaking and my whole body came back to its normal temperature, though my heart was still beating rapidly against my ribcage.

Being so close to the man I loved and showing him how much I loved him were my favourite things to do, the only things that made me truly happy and made me feel appreciated, wanted, needed.

Giving him pleasure was everything to me.

Untangling myself from Spencer’s grip, I hopped off the couch. The essence of our desire dripped down between my thighs and I had to stop myself from collecting it, because I knew how much Spencer loved to watch the mess we’ve caused.

So I turned around, picking my shirt off the floor.

Spencer sat on the couch and brought his hands on my waist, staring at the liquids staining my skin. I looked at him for a brief second and I was almost down on my knees again for him: he had a satisfied smirk on his lips, the same smirk that made me fall on my knees for him too many times.

“Adorable.”

“Adorable? You came inside of me.” - I chuckled, turning around so that I was facing him - “You should clean me up, Doctor. You caused this mess.”

I barely had the time to release a strangled yelp when Spencer grabbed me by the hips and pushed me down on the couch again.

“Oh believe me, I’m going to do more than cleaning you up.”

It felt good to have him home with me again.

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contentstarved · 3 years ago

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(1/2) Okay I have taken your responses abt belly rubs, and I raise you this. I'll leave who the other character is up to you 'cause idk who you most ship Cloud with but; Imagine that it's obvious that Cloud is VERY hungry, and very much in pain. But either he's being stubborn or food just isn't an option at the time.

(2/2) So someone else tries to give him belly rubs to ease it, so at least he's not in pain. And he trusts them enough to let them do it, maybe he even likes being touched, but oops, it makes the hunger WORSE. Additionally and oppositely, imagine someone he trusts enough to touch him giving him belly rubs to PURPOSELY make the hunger worse, to convince him "Hey you need to EAT, dumbass" I leave the details of all this in your hands~

i loved this so much that i HAD to write it. i’d actually had something like this started a few months ago but had hit kind of a wall with where to take it, so all i had to do was tweak things a little!

i got super carried away with it, though.

for the vision of the author, cloud is a no-op no-hrt trans man, but i didn’t actually figure out a way to organically work that in. just know that it’s very important to me LMAO

Contains: a shitload of onomatopoeias, painful hunger & stomach growling, belly rubs, and underhanded techniques to make your bitchy man of a crush agree to just eat already

also probably an unhealthy amount of italics.

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Zack stirred slightly when he finally registered the familiar heat of someone pressed against his side, head resting against his chest. In the back of his mind, he absently thought that that was weird; he didn't remember falling asleep that close to anyone... though he and Cloud had started out in the same room...

He slid one eye open, glancing down, and... oh.

Cloud, obviously, had moved sometime during the night, having tucked himself between Zack's arm and side. Well, that answered that question. He couldn't keep himself from smiling as he watched Cloud shift a little in his sleep, giving a heavy sigh and nuzzling his face against his chest. Oh, he had to stay still, he didn't want to bother him... maybe some part of him, unconsciously, still remembered who Zack was. He hoped that was the case, at least, as he resisted the urge to stroke Cloud's hair. He reminded himself that Cloud most definitely needed the rest; he'd looked so pale with dark bags under his eyes, clearly having been unable to sleep for some time between dropping him off in Sector Seven and meeting up in Junon.

Besides, he had nothing immediately urgent to do. And he'd missed this, being with Cloud, even if the last time, they - or at least he - were fleeing from Shinra. At least now Cloud wasn't comatose.

...Zack couldn't help himself. He reached up to lightly stroke Cloud's hair, looking over to see if there was any reaction. When there wasn't one - aside from Cloud making a quiet noise with his throat and nuzzling down again - he let his hand slide down to Cloud's shoulder, before resting at the curve of his waist. He frowned as he noted how sharp the dip was; that, combined with how he was pretty sure he could see some of the tendons in Cloud's arms, the only part of him that was exposed...

Without thinking about it, his grip on Cloud's side tightened. The uncomfortable amount of give startled him out of the anger that had started to harden in his chest; the next thing he noticed was how tight Cloud's organs felt as he'd unintentionally squeezed, and the quiet 'mnnf' that had elicited. Zack took care to loosen his grip, though he felt Cloud's stomach sharply turn and release a loud, desperate growl.

Gyooorororoooohlg...

He wasn't sure how that hadn't woken Cloud up, as the only response was the other's face scrunching up in pain and trying to curl in on himself a bit more. That had to have felt just as bad as it'd sounded. He tried to remind himself that this had to be a good sign, a sign that Cloud's body was at least fighting to be acknowledged and survive - something that had given him both comfort and guilt in equal measure when they'd been on the run, and safe food was scarce - but now that they were somewhere where he could actually do something to help, he felt wrong about not doing something right away.

And Goddess, why hadn't anyone in Cloud's little gang tried to help him? He looked obviously unwell and like all the strength left in him was whatever the mako enhancements had granted him. He knew Aerith had tried - they'd spoken the night before, once they'd gotten aboard the cargo ship, and he wasn't going to put that responsibility on Yuffie - but Tifa? Barret? Why hadn't they done anything?

He tried to tell himself that it was probably most important to let Cloud sleep for as long as he was willing to. He'd figure out breakfast when his friend woke up on his own accord. In the meantime, he'd rub his fingers against Cloud's still-complaining stomach in the hopes of easing the discomfort a little bit… or waking him up. His friend had never liked being touched there, and… to be perfectly honest, he was surprised to see him lean into the touch. He must have felt horrible, even unconsciously, if he was doing that.

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Zack had just started to doze off again when his ears picked up on the sound of Cloud giving a soft, quiet groan, shifting a little to rub at his eyes when his hand brushed against Zack’s chest. After that, Cloud had suddenly jolted and sat upright, stiffening up a little. Zack pushed himself up to sit, too, noting the tinge of pink that colored Cloud’s face.

“Sorry,” Cloud quickly apologized, unable to make eye contact with him. “I don’t usually– I don’t know what–”

He tilted his head down slightly to try to make eye contact with Cloud, giving a reassuring smile. “Hey, hey, it’s alright, promise. I don’t mind.” Cloud met his gaze for a brief moment, eyes wide, still looking mortified. He tried to get some words out, but had stumbled over each and every single one, so Zack decided to try to make it easier on him. “How’re you doing? You sleep okay?”

This was something Cloud could respond to. He took a deep breath before putting together a response. “Uh, yeah.” And then, a little sheepishly, “Better than usual. You?”

“Yeah, I slept great! Not that I usually have trouble, but…” Still, Zack couldn’t help but feel a little skeptical. Cloud’s stomach had been none-too-quietly demanding food through most of the night and into this morning, and this counted as sleeping better than usual? How had he been sleeping? If Zack had to make a guess, he figured the answer was ‘not at all’.

His answer was enough for Cloud to work with, at least. The blonde gave a small, awkward smile. “I’m glad to hear it.” Cloud couldn’t really shake the jealousy - he usually slept like shit, when he got the chance to sleep - but it didn’t really seem right to complain in front of a guy he only just barely knew, no matter how familiar he seemed. Truthfully, he felt even more exhausted than before. What sleep he’d gotten had not even begun to make up for the sleepless nights where he had either been expected to keep running and fighting and doing jobs for people, or simply couldn’t feel comfortable enough to sleep.

They sat quietly for a few moments while Cloud tried his best to force himself awake, shaking his head and rubbing at his eyes again. He desperately wanted to go back to sleep, or at least, he was regretting letting himself sleep at all. He needed to be more useful to everyone than this. Besides, he was pretty sure there was no way he would actually be able to sleep. His organs ached, and… Cloud tried to ignore the concerned, glowing blue eyes that were looking him over. He sighed. “We should go look busy, I guess.”

“Only as busy as everybody else.” Zack shrugged. “Just grab a broom and sweep whenever anyone walks by.”

“Mm. Yeah. That’s a good plan.” Cloud tilted his head, staring at nothing in particular, though Zack noticed him wince and cross his arms over his chest in a way he figured was meant to be casual. It wasn’t fooling him, though, as his mako-enhanced senses could clearly pick up on quieter growls that weren’t coming from his own stomach. (What? He was hungry, too!) “If nothing else, technically I won’t be pretending to be busy if I go look after Yuffie.”

Zack didn’t like that so far, Cloud’s plans seemed to not involve eating something, first. He was pretty sure that was on purpose. “True, she does need some looking after. I’m probably gonna see if there’s a gym on board.”

“Well, if there isn’t, I’m sure you can do squats just about everywhere,” Cloud replied, before looking baffled for a few moments. It was… almost a little cute, watching his eyebrows furrow while he looked just a little troubled, like he didn’t know where that memory had come from. He shrugged it off, finally, saying, “I’ll probably look for a few things to help Yuffie feel a little less sick. A few potions, maybe some anti-nausea…”

“Oh? You a fellow squats fan?” Zack ruffled Cloud’s hair, smiling when the other leaned into the touch, just slightly. “That’s a good idea, too… but you need to take care of yourself too, first. Let’s grab some breakfast, and maybe some toast for Yuffie?”

At the mention of breakfast, Cloud’s stomach was quick to chime in with a deafening groooorororororrrggg, which caused him to abruptly lurch forward and press a hand to his stomach, face turning a few different shades of red before he turned his head to not only avoid eye contact, but to avoid looking anywhere in Zack’s direction at all.

“A-A little, I guess,” Cloud stammered, trying to continue the conversation like his body hadn’t just proclaimed to everyone below deck how profoundly empty his stomach was. Alright, maybe it hadn’t been that loud, but it sure felt that way to Cloud, who tried to truck through the embarrassment. “I’m fine,” he automatically said, to cover for himself, before continuing a bit more proudly, “Anyway, I outperformed an entire gym in Wall Market. Also, uh. Toast sounds good.” Grrrrrnngl… He pressed his hand deeper into his stomach. “For her. Something easy on her system, if she feels up to it.”

“That’s awesome! But y’know, you could probably outperform anyone if you ate. So you’re gonna eat somethin’, too.” Zack didn’t expect a lot of success, but maybe Cloud would realize that arguing about this on a ship where no one could really escape to anywhere was kind of a futile effort.

He didn’t. “I’m fine, really.”

Yeah, right. Pushing the thought away, Zack decided on taking a different approach. “Well, if you’re sure.” Briefly, he wondered if Cloud had been going hungry for so long that it felt normal to him now, and that he wasn’t really registering it anymore. “Still sounds like it hurts, though. You sure you don’t want me to help you feel a bit better before you go?” He knew he was being a little ballsy, and probably pushing his luck, but he definitely didn’t want Cloud to forget to eat, and there had been just enough flickers of recognition that maybe, just maybe…

“Uh…” Cloud faltered for a moment, making uncertain eye contact, before settling back down next to Zack on the cabin bed that they’d claimed the night before. “...sure.”

He eyed Zack warily as Zack slid Cloud on top of his lap, left hand slipping under the other’s stolen standard-issue infantry undershirt and finding its way to his concave belly. To Cloud’s credit, he resisted the urge to squirm away, and… oh. Zack’s hand was warm, a lot warmer than… well… any other part of his own body felt, and he couldn’t find it in himself to complain about how this wasn’t what he was really expecting. Besides, it… felt sort of familiar. Comforting.

Zack could easily feel Cloud’s stomach rumbling under his fingertips, rubbing small, firm circles under Cloud’s ribs (which felt far too prominent for comfort), noting that at least Cloud’s pulse was strong and steady. There were a few spots that felt tight, which he focused his efforts on first. He couldn’t see Cloud’s face - which he was sure Cloud was grateful for - but he did feel him lean into the touch as he rubbed on a spot that must’ve been especially painful, focusing on that spot until the tension finally released. Both Cloud and his stomach groaned, Cloud recoiling slightly.

“Shit,” Cloud muttered. “Sorry.”

“Nothin’ to be sorry for!” Zack was pretty sure Cloud should be apologizing to himself more than anyone else, anyway. He decided to keep that to himself as he switched off to larger circles, using more of his hand in the process. Another pang of guilt hit him when Cloud gave a barely audible whine, but he definitely wasn’t surprised that the other felt so deeply uncomfortable. Maybe it’d be easier to convince him to eat now, at least… which reminded him. “When’d you last eat anything? There’s nothin’ in there.”

Even from the awkward angle, he could see Cloud’s blush reaching his ears. Despite the obvious embarrassment, Cloud tried to act casual, shrugging. “Didn’t have time yesterday.”

Not really a direct answer, but definitely not great, either. “Well, we have time now.” His massage had coaxed out a few growls that sounded practically thunderous. “You know, with the execs being on board, I bet there’s actual decent food on the ship. Not those shitty starch rations.” He wasn’t even sure if Cloud remembered those, actually. He hoped not. He’d seen those shitty squares before and had been glad to be in SOLDIER, where those weren’t the rations - probably because Lazard remembered that SOLDIER was a military, and not just some other branch of the company.

When Cloud responded with a quiet ‘mm?’ Zack figured it was an invitation to keep talking. “There’s probably actual meat here. And fruit.” A sharp gllk-gyuuuurrrg tore underneath his palm, drawn out over a long, viscerally uncomfortable few seconds. “Bet they might even make pancakes. Or french toast.” Gyaoowruuuuu… he couldn’t hold back a little smirk over the near-instantaneous reaction that had gotten. The growl was strong enough that for a moment, Cloud had slapped his hand on top of Zack’s. His friend had always had a sweet tooth, and even if Cloud might not have consciously remembered that fact, his stomach clearly did, now snarling ravenously and continuously. He hardly had to rub what little belly Cloud had anymore to coax out the deeper and more demanding growls that writhed desperately under his hand. If he could feel it, then Cloud definitely could as he hunched over slightly in Zack’s lap. “How about some eggs with it, too?” Grrrlllgrrr-rrr-rrr-rrr-grrrrn… “Y’know, I think your stomach might appreciate working on some protein that isn’t you.”

“Please shut up,” Cloud grumbled. Zack couldn’t tell if it was at his own body or at Zack himself for starting to talk to his stomach - realistically, it was probably to both of those things - but he was taking it as a sign that Cloud was starting to relent.

“That depends,” Zack said cheerfully. “You sure you’re not hungry?”

Cloud’s half-hearted glare told him everything he needed to know. “You weren’t really trying to help, were you.”

“Hey, this is helping.” Even if it wasn’t at all the kind of help Cloud had been hoping for, which Zack figured would’ve included pretending that he hadn’t heard anything at all. “Are you at least gonna have breakfast with me?”

Roooowwwwlg! Cloud sighed in defeat, unable to argue with both a persistent Zack and stomach. “Ugh. Fine.”

Resisting the urge to be too overly affectionate, Zack gave him a tight hug, instead. “Thanks, buddy.”

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saeyoungchoismaid · 3 years ago

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in all honesty, i don't know how this would work, but it intrigued me.

24 + diavolo, maybe? if you can find inspiration for it :)

You did it perfectly anon!! FINALLY an ask for hubby Diavolo <3 Lmao this was just supposed to be a little drabble like the rest of them but nO I just hAd to go overboard. So now I have to add all this mess:

Pairing: Lord Diavolo x gn!reader Genre: angst, fluff, fake dating au Warnings: uh his dad hates you??? Summary: With the Demon King wanting Diavolo to find someone to rule with him, it’s only natural that he lies and says he’s already found someone(you), right? Word Count: 2k words (so much for this being a drabble lmao)

24. kisses for a cover (I’m assuming this means like a cover up like a lie)

Being the prince of The Devildom comes with many responsibilities, including but not limited to: running The Devildom since his father has no interest in The Devildom’s affairs, hosting events and gatherings to strengthen his bonds with other lords and the other rulers of the three worlds, keeping an eye on the student council (which is mostly composed of meddlesome brothers that he cares for deeply), and the list goes on.

Oh, can’t forget the fact that he is required to marry and have someone to rule by his side. Yeah, that’s apparently an important one. He’s always realized his responsibility and has accepted all parts of his life as fact, but when you come down from the human world to participate in his program, his solid plans suddenly all come to a screeching halt.

It becomes clear to him that he can’t go and marry someone just for the sake of The Devildom. I mean, he’s been ruling The Devildom for most of his life just fine without someone else! He decided he wasn’t going to do it. He doesn’t want to marry anyone except for you and when he does, it’ll be because you two are ready for marriage, not because it’s his duty as prince.

His father didn’t like that though.

Despite Diavolo being the ruler of The Devildom, he is not yet the Demon King. That title still belongs to his father, who always has the final say. And in this case, his final say is that Diavolo cannot rule the kingdom on his own any longer.

Diavolo sees red when he hears this news.

It isn’t until his father decides to host a party to introduce him to possible suitors that Diavolo lies and says he’s already found someone to rule by his side. When asked who, Diavolo says your name, and, of course, his father wants to meet you right away.

The only thing is, Diavolo hasn’t told you of his true feelings, meaning you are oblivious to how he truly feels about you. His father cannot know of this though. So, with Diavolo on his knees before you, he begs you to pretend to be his lover. He promises that he’ll do whatever you ask of him, as long as you do him this favor.

Unbeknownst to Diavolo though, you’re just as crazy about him as he is about you. So of course you agree to his plan.

Asmo helps you with your appearance, Satan teaches you some big words to use in front of the Demon King to impress him, Lucifer teaches you the proper mannerism to use in front of him, Mammon lets you wear his most expensive jewelry, Beel shows you the correct silverware to use during the dinner and in what order to eat it in, plus what to avoid, Levi gives you history facts about The Devildom and what the Demon King has done for it before Diavolo took over, and Belphie reminds you to flatter the Demon King as much as possible to please him. Barbatos, of course, goes over everything with you again to make sure your success is definite.

When you’re finally ready, Diavolo picks you up at six o’clock sharp to bring you back to his father’s mansion for dinner. He smiles when he sees you, though his smile shrinks a bit when he notices how stiff and nervous you are.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers to you when you reach him, gently taking a hold of your hand to kiss the back of it. His smile returns to its original state when you smile at him, your cheeks gaining heat to them at the compliment.

“Thank you. You look quite dapper yourself,” you reply softly, admiring him in his fancy suit. His smile turns into a grin, happy to hear that you like his suit. His tie is your favorite color and everything.

“Well, let’s get going,” he says as he leads you to the car and helps you get in. He talks to you about every and anything on the way there, trying to distract you and calm you down before you arrive. It works up until the car pulls up in front of his father’s mansion, your throat suddenly going dry. “You’ll do great,” he promises.

He helps you out just like how he had helped you in before assisting you up the grand steps. When you reach the door, he gives a single powerful knock before waiting. You two aren’t waiting long before the door is flying open and a small woman is standing there. “Good evening. Please come in,” she greets meekly, pulling the grand door open for you two to walk inside.

You two are then led to the dining room, where your chairs are pulled out for you two to sit. Within the next minute, the Demon King is walking in. “Welcome, welcome! I’m glad you two made it here okay!” he greets, surprising you with how chipper he seems. He takes a seat at the head of the grand table, your hands starting to shake a bit in his presence despite how friendly he seems. During Levi’s history lesson, he told you about all the scary things he’s done in his time.

As soon as he’s taken his seat, servants are flocking in with trays of drinks and appetizers. You all wait until they’re gone before beginning to eat. You stare down at your plate, trying to remember everything Beel and Lucifer taught you. Why are there three spoons and three forks? Surely you don’t need that many. You glance at Diavolo and pick up the same fork as him, taking a deep breath to help relax your nerves.

You glance at the Demon King to find that he looks satisfied with your silverware choice. Was this a test? You don’t have time to ponder it before he’s firing into questions about you. The first one being: “So, you’re...human?” How are you supposed to answer that? Of course you are, and he obviously knows this.

“Um, yes,” you stutter out, feeling your cheeks flush when you realize your mistake. “Yes, your highness!” He lets out a small hum, seeming to make a mental note of your mistake. From there, things seem to only get worse. It’s like you suddenly forgot how to speak like a normal person and things you’d never say are flying out of your mouth. You’re just trying to impress him and make him approve of you but you’re doing the exact opposite.

It isn’t until the end of dinner that he announces this.

“You know, son, I’m not sure this one is the best idea,” he starts, frowning at you as he gives you a once over. Before he can even continue though, Diavolo is standing up and glaring down at his father with a look of pure anger. You’ve never seen him so worked up before.

“I don’t care what you think about them! You told me to find someone to rule with and that’s what I’ve done. I love them and they will be by my side as I rule over The Devildom!” he announces, making your jaw drop as you stare up at him. You close your mouth and clench your jaw though when you remember what you’re here for. He doesn’t actually love you. He’s saying all of this to convince his father that he’s found someone who will rule with him.

You apparently tuned out of the conversation at the wrong time because the next thing you know, you’re being tugged up by Diavolo and his lips are finding yours. Your eyes go wide in shock despite your brain trying to yell at your body not to show any signs of surprise. It’s easier said than done though.

All too soon for your liking, Diavolo is pulling away from your lips. Something flashes in his eyes—hope or love maybe? Eh, who are you kidding—before he’s turning to look at his father again. “You see? I don’t want anyone else; I want them! They’re mine and I’m theirs!” he shouts at his father. Before he can reply to his son, Diavolo is dragging you out of the room and to the front of the house where the car is awaiting you both.

Diavolo is silent for a long time while you two drive back home, a heavy frown on his face and his knuckles white with how tight he’s clenching his fists. “I’m sorry for all of that,” he apologizes softly, bringing your eyes away from his hands to his face. He’s not looking at you though, simply staring out his window at the scenery passing him by.

“It’s okay. I understand. Barbatos informed me of your relationship with your father,” you say softly. They get along and all, but they more often than not end up in some sort of disagreement. It’s normally about how things are being done in The Devildom though.

He sighs and reaches over to take your hand in his, staring down at the small hand in his big one. “I hope you’ll still consider my proposal,” he says softly, making your brows furrow.

“What proposal?” you ask. His eyes finally meet yours and your heart skips a beat at how expressive his eyes are.

“To rule The Devildom with me, of course,” he replies like it’s obvious. Your brows shoot up to your hairline at this news though.

“What? I thought that was just something you were telling your father, so he wouldn’t force you to marry some rando,” you rush out, trying to wrap your mind around his words. There’s no way he actually wants you to rule The Devildom with him. You wouldn’t know the first thing about ruling over thousands of other people—er, demons.

His brows knit together at your response, his other hand moving to grab your free one. “(Y/n), I’m sorry. I...I should’ve said something sooner,” he whispers, staring down at your hands now. This only confuses you more though.

“Tell me what sooner?”

He’s silent for a long moment, trying to gather the right words he wants to say. “I love you. What I said back there, it’s true. I want you to be by my side and help me to run The Devildom. You have so many good ideas and suggestions, I just know you’ll make a wonderful leader.”

Now you’re just gaping at him like a fish.

“What? No. No, I...I can’t,” you mumble, pulling your hands out of his. He just pulls them right back to him though.

“You can’t? Can’t what? Be with me?” he asks softly, his voice sounding close to breaking, just like his heart.

“No! No, I...I want to be with you. I love you too. I just...I don’t know the first thing when it comes to ruling over demons, most of which want to eat me,” you reply, trying to sound playful and joking but failing, your words being too true and hitting too close to home.

That didn’t stop Diavolo from smashing his lips to yours for a passionate kiss though. “That doesn’t matter. None of it does as long as I get to be with you. I’ll even step down from being King for you,” he mumbles against your lips after you two pull back for air.

“No, don’t do that. These people need you just as much as I do. I’ll learn how to rule with time. Just stay by my side, okay?” you whisper back, pulling away from his face enough to look up into his eyes.

He smiles brighter than The Devildom’s moon as he nods his head rapidly. “I swear I will. I’ll help you every step of the way.” He seals his promise with another kiss...and then another...and then just one more to be sure.

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mrs-gauche · 2 years ago

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So, I had planned to write a comment on the three published synopses of the upcoming comic series "The Missing" (first volume to release on January 25th btw!), but since @felassan kinda beat me to it and already wrote amazingly detailed posts summing up everything and elaborating further on what I fail to put into words lol, I'm just gonna add my pointless ramblings poor two cents to it now, I guess. 😶

(Beware also of spoilers for Tevinter Nights, Absolution and the comics under the cut!)

(Thanks Dark Horse btw, for already giving away half the plot with these, jeez 😂)

First off, when I first read the second synopsis, not gonna lie, I was genuinely surprised that Solas turned out to be the "former friend" in question. 😂 I know, it was kinda the obvious answer, but maybe that's why I wasn't really expecting it? I think the title also lead me a little astray here? Assuming that the title is actually referring to Solas.. Given the circumstances, referring to Solas as "missing" would be.. pretty funny and also more than a litte strange to me, actually? lol It would definitely raise a few questions here...

So, let us assume that the theory about the eight year timeskip since Trespasser turns out to be true. Have they (the Inquisition) been searching for Solas this entire time? And if that's the case, why is that so funny to me? 😂 (Especially considering the whole ending of Tevinter Nights, even though we can't really tell when exactly that last chaper took place.. Imagine they've been searching for him for the better part of a decade, and then he just pops up with a silly wig and a fake french accent at some tea house one day. lmaoo)

Furthermore, why is it *only* Varric and Harding that seem to be conducting this search? You would think that for something as crucial as finding the person that announced to destroy the world, there would be a few more people on this search than that? lol So, what's the rest of the remains of the Inquisition doing then? Are there several teams searching in different places maybe? To expand this search as far as possible? Maybe they're trying to keep a low profile by searching in teams of two, since it would reduce the risk of Solas finding out about what they're up to? I mean, wasn't that the whole reason for why they even said they needed to "find someone Solas doesn't know"/never sees coming at the end of Trespasser, to try and keep him in the dark about any efforts against him?

Also, speaking of Varric. Assuming that this story takes place after Absolution now, the ending of the series could explain why Varric left Kirkwall and his position as Viscount? Maybe, aside from trying to stop the obvious threat/end of the world, they are now desperate to seek help/information/any answers from Solas on what to do against the corruption of the Blight and the red lyrium spread? (Because if there's *anyone* who would know something, it's him right?) What does the state of the world look like in regards to the Blight and red lyrium in general after a potential eight year timeskip?

Okay, so why would they be searching for Solas in the Deep Roads beneath Marnas Pell then? Honestly, when I read this the first time, my mind (as always lol) immediately went back to the red lyrium idol again. And no, I still don't believe that a single thing about the Bard's tale in Tevinter Nights actually happened (but that's just me). lol So, assuming this happens after the end of TN (and Solas isn’t already in possession of the idol like he claimed), he would still be searching for that flippin thing now, wherever it may be. (How could the idol end up in the Deep Roads beneath Tevinter you ask? No idea. 😂) But I also can't forget about the ominous "Hunt of the Fell Wolf" poem from the Jaws of Hakkon DLC that talks of a demon wolf (Solas?) in a "labyrinth of winding cave" (Deep Roads?) where there's an "idol that could prove the monster’s doom"(!! Coincidence?? I think NOT! lmao).

Btw, wouldn’t it be kinda funny though if Solas was searching for the idol now, while Varric who found the idol with Hawke in the first place, is now searching for Solas? lol

So, what's the plan here exactly? Assuming they would be successful, in which case Varric and Harding find Solas and then.... what? You're telling me Varric and Harding are gonna tie him up and talk him out of his endeavors? 😂 Single-handedly kill him? Torture him with tea? Spy on him? Reminisce about the Inquisition days? lol I honestly think it's more likely that they would try to talk to him, being former friends and all, unless they have some type of super secret weapon against him that we don't know about yet.

So what *would* Solas be doing in the Deep Roads beneath Marnas Pell? (Besides, you know, painting yet another teaser trailer thumbnail for YouTube. lol)

(Our man has been procrastinating hard for the past eight years, painting as many Deep Roads cave walls as possible to avoid going through with his plans. lmao)

It's also worth to remember that a lot of Tevinter was actually build on the ruins of old Elvhenan, which could explain why there are still places with names like "Solas" to be found on the map. (And btw, what is it about this place that lead to it getting this name, anyway? I mean, that name practically guarantees for this place to become relevant in some form down the line in DA4, right? Especially since Solas' line about how he supposedly came from a "small village to the north" won't ever leave my mind and we all know that this man is always telling at least half the truth, so.. could he have been referring to the place literally called Solas, if that's his place of origin or would that be too much on the nose? 😂) Anyway, it definitely raises the question on how old some of these Deep Roads beneath Tevinter actually are and if there could be structures found beneath it that even precede them (like what we saw in The Descent)? And maybe that's part of the reason why Solas would go there..?

Anyway, since none of this actually seems to matter now, because as it turns out in synopsis two, apparently Solas wasn't there after all. 😂 Next stop is Vyrantium and an encounter with "deadly Antivan Crow assassins", which is interesting, since the last we heard of Vyrantium and crows, it was in the "The Wigmaker Job" in TN. Additionally, the cover of volume two features two characters that kinda look like the crows Teia and Viago!

I'll be honest, I had completely forgotten that Teia and Viago even made an appearance in Deception. lol But the look does kinda match? So the question is, what lead Varric and Harding to go from the Deep Roads to Vyrantium and then to the Arlathan Forest?

So, the Arlathan Forest. Again, please check out felassan’s post for more information, they’ve done a fantastic job to write down every important bit to know here. Much like Teia and Viago, it was also featured in both TN and one of the short stories “Ruins of Reality”. As were the characters Strife and Irelin! Could they be the mysterious “Veil Jumpers”? What even is a Veil Jumper, anyway (felassan gave some pretty cool speculations on this!)?

Former DA4 Creative Director Matthew Goldman made an interesting comment on a fanart once, that lead people to speculate that the group of people we've seen in a lot of concept art are called “Veilfire archer”?

..Which does sound to be in the same vein as Veil Jumper, so could they all be part of the same group of people/an entirely new faction even?

(Notice also the recurring background with the golden/autumn leaves. Reminds me of the leaves and branches seen on the (now removed) vinyl cover (showing the Black City *cough* Arlathan *cough*??).)

And lastly, what is this "crucious stone" and how does it relate to literally anything? lol While felassan did speculate about a potential link to Latin/Tevene, someone else pointed out that "crucious" is literally Greek for "crucial". So.. plot crucial stone? lol As in, literally another MacGuffin? (Red lyrium idol, you're getting competition lol) The fact that it's Greek is interesting to me, given that we've been speculating for a while now that BioWare seems to take a lot of inspiration from Greek mythology for anything regarding the ancient elves. 👀 And since we *are* in the *Arlathan* forest here after all, maybe that's where the connection lies..?

People have also pointed out that, based on the track Varric and Harding have been taking so far, first Marnas Pell, then Vyrantium and now the Arlathan Forest...

...assuming that, if they were to go further east, they would end up at the White Spire, which is why some people assume that this is where Solas has to be now. lol

I mean, anything is possible! We know next to nothing about the White Spire (not to be confused with the White Spire in Orlais btw lol), other than it's an Antivan mountain north of the city of Brynnlaw, so there is really nothing else to go on as to why Solas would even be there.. But considering how they are marketing this comic as a direct tie-in for DA4 and there’s still one volume to go (I think?).. Maybe we do end up knowing where Solas is at the end of this comic and this will segue directly into the beginning of DA4 somehow?

(I also want to mention that Rivain is also right next to the White Spire when going even further east. Rivain being also where the main base of a certain guild of treasure hunters is located. Lord of Fortune has been a very popular candidate for the potential next protagonist for a while now. Just saying... 👀)

#''two cents'' it said.. followed by a goddamn essay lmao #I'm sorry 😂#again please check out felassan's posts though because it's much more elaborative! :)#also I'm a sleep deprived German who sometimes forgets how English even works lol #dragon age the missing #dragon age absolution spoilers #tevinter nights spoilers #tevinter nights #da4 #dragon age 4 #tinfoil time

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writingbywatson · 3 years ago

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Genshin Boys With A Dense Crush (Part 2)

Here is part 2~ so, the reason why I didn't include Bennett and Razor is the fact that I can never write for them, like IDK why but its just very hard for me. So yeah, sorry about that. Part 1 (Albedo, Childe and Diluc)

Chongyun

Dense + Dense = more dense

It was painfully obvious that Chongyun likes you but for some reason, he can’t quite figure that out for himself

But everyone around them knows

Xingqiu is actually on the road to writing a book about the two of you

Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao, and Yan Fei are betting on how long until Chongyun realizes his feelings

Chongyun doesn’t know why he likes to see you every day, wants to have meals with you, and why he gets uncomfortable when he sees you with another person and smiling at them

Maybe it was the work of g-

“Oh I like them” -Chongyun one day when he woke up

He consulted his best friend Xingqiu about this and Xingqiu just placed his books down and said “dear archons finally, it was getting very painful to watch”

So the two started planning a cute little confession scenario

Somewhere Xinyan and Yan Fei are crying because they lost the best but Yan Fei is arguing that betting was illegal and has no ground in the law… Yan Fei, you betted with your conscience please stop

Anyway!

The pair of best friends decided to go with a simple type of confession because less is more in Xingqiu’s books

It was going so well, a cute dinner and all of that

“I like you Y/N, can we be more than that?”

Oh is that Xingqiu, Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao, and Yan Fei spying on both of you from the bushes? Why, yes indeed.

“You want to be best friends Chongyun? But don’t you have Xingqiu as your best friend already?” - you with your ever so innocent voice and expression

Chongyun is frozen in place

Xingqiu, Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao and Yan Fei are betting again this time how many times will Chongyun get a friendzone

Kaeya

Someone revive him

He can’t take your dense nature anymore

This is Kaeya after all everything he does allude to something so WHY WON'T YOU GET IT STILL

“Oh, Kaeya? You like someone!? Can you introduce me to them?” - you asking excitedly upon hearing his and Rosaria’s conversation

Kaeya was pretty sure he was describing you

Rosaria is holding back her laugh, she can't breathe… SOMEONE SAVE HER

“I love them but this dense attitude is too much!” - Kaeya as he slams his fist on top of Diluc’s bar

“Have you tried wooing them?” - Diluc as his wiping a glass down, he's so nonchalant about this situation LMAO

“HAVE I TRIED?” - Kaeya sounding very offended

“How about getting a white bed sheet and painting “will you marry me Y/N” on it?” - Rosaria

“Yeah, they leave me no ch-”

“Sit down, don’t embarrass yourself like a child” - Diluc pushing his brother down to sit

“HOW WILL I GET MY FEELINGS ACROSS THOUGH!”

“Just confess, normally… like… a normal person” - Diluc

Kaeya decided that in two days time he was going to confess to you, two days because he needed to make sure it was perfect

But the moment he saw you laughing with some random guy all the planning was thrown out the window

“Meet me in front of the church when the sun rises” - Kaeya to you when he passes by you at the corridor of the headquarters

When you arrived, he made you stand at the flight of stairs in front of the church while he went down

He kneeled with his right knee touching the ground and he pulled a very neatly folded white sheet from his pocket

He unraveled it and wrote, “WILL YOU MARRY ME Y/N?”

But even before you can react a thunderous shouting can be heard and a chuckle

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? I SAID CONFESS NORMALLY!” -Diluc

Thoma

I’m going to try but still little info on this new pyro husband

Thoma is a very understanding boy

He likes you so much that he's willing to wait

But damn has he been waiting long

He decided he was going to confess to you today as well!

“Y/N! I like you!” - Thoma

“I like you too! You are like my best friend!” - you

Every time this happens Thoma stress eats.

Ayaka is giggling because he has never seen her friend like this

He's trying his best for you to like him, he cooks for you, takes care of you, guards you, protects you…

WHAT IS HE DOING WRONG!?

“You know the festival is ongoing” -Ayato as he watches his sister’s friend mop around like a puppy who has been kicked. “Why don’t you try confessing properly and straight-forwardly there?”

That gave him an idea

He dragged to the talisman-wishing thing and told you that you two should make one

When the both of you were done, you should each other what you made and to your surprise, Thoma made a drawing of the both of you holding hands

“It’s not us being best friends forever” - he clarified

“It’s me hoping to spend many more years beside you as your lover.”

Venti

Barbatos aka Venti the Bard has been singing a lot of love songs lately

Especially when you were in the audience watching

He always likes your smile especially when you were watching him

So when the two of you were strolling around near the church of Monstad

He decided that he was going to confess today

Years of being alone and he finally get what Vanessa told him about meeting the right person

“Y/N, I love you-”

“Aww, Venti, I love you too!”

“Really?!” - Venti very excitedly

“Yeah! I love you as a friend! We’re like besties!”

Dvalin felt that

Andrius felt that

Hell even Vanessa felt that from Celestia

“Oh I got to go, bestie, I have something to do! See you tomorrow!”

Lately, the winds of Monstad have been depressing?

“I don’t understand! I thought they liked me back!” Venti his chugging his alcohol while Diluc looked at him in irritation

Diluc wants to kick him out but Venti is Monstad’s archon so he decided against it

“Venti! There you are!” - you

Venti hears your voice and because his drunk his happy instead of upset

He throws himself at you in an attempt of a sloppy hug

“Y/N! I love you~”

“I love you too, we are fr-”

“NO! I LOVE YOU LIKE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER I LOVE YOU! THAT TYPE OF LOVE THAT IF YOU ASK ME TO FIGHT MORAX I WOULD!”

Xiao

When Xiao first had these feelings he was confused

He lived a long life and this was the first time in his life where when he sees someone his chest becomes constricted and warm

“Xiao! Do you like traveler!?” - you excitedly

Xiao felt a tightening in his chest not that good type but am i being stab right now type of tightening

His answer would usually be along the lines of no and he can’t have relationships with mortals

He usually has a lot more patience with you compared to others but hearing you say that he looks good with someone else just made something in him snap

He didn’t mean to shout at you nor did he mean it when he said you should leave him alone

That’s why he's waiting for you at Wangshun Inn, his loneliness grew into worry when after 2 days you weren’t back yet

Upon eavesdropping around he also found out that no one has seen you and your last known location was Mt. Hulao and he immediately began to worry because that place was prohibited to humans

“Are you looking for someone?” - Mountain Sharper appeared behind Xiao as he reached the top of Mt. Hulao. “Are you looking for a mortal perhaps?”

“How did-”

“-That mortal is pretty noisy, they don’t stop talking and they know you.”

Oh, the warm feeling in his chest is back because they were talking about him which means that they weren’t angry at him!

“Where are they!?” Xiao would realize and I swear to you his ready to break every amber rock around Mt.Hulao

“Calm down, they are currently collecting Qingxin flowers”

Right on cue, “XIAO!? IS THAT YOU!?” he heard your voice from behind him, when he saw you, he immediately rushes to you and hugs you

“What are you doing here!?” Xiao would ask, his voice was raised only because of relief

“Oh, I got lost! And Moon Sharper here saw me, we ended up chatting and I guess I forgot the time, he shared so many stories about y- WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT ARE YOU HURT!?”

“I’m alright… I just… I m-miss…”

Moon Sharper is just looking at this scene and he knows he's about to spill the hottest tea next time the adeptus (idk plural form okay) have a dinner party

Xingqiu

At first glance, it might look like that he isn’t affected at all

But internal his boiling

WHY WERE YOU SO DENSE

IF IT WEREN’T FOR HIS CLAN'S TEACHING AND WHAT NOT HIS PROBABLY ABOUT TO ASK YOU FOR A FIGHT

“You’ll make a great husband someday Xingqiu, I know it! Your future wife would be so happy!”

“I want you to be my wife though”

“What was that?”

“NOTHING!”

He knows he needs to move so he can win your heart but how can he when you were dodging every advance he makes

What is more frustrating is that YOU ARE NOT EVEN DOING IT ON PURPOSE

As an author he wants to experience romance first hand, so he tries to be romantic about it but this was frustrating

He decided to pull his last technique from his sleeves

He lent you a very romantic book and between one of the pages he inserted a paper that read “I wish for you to be my muse.”

If that doesn’t work Xingqiu is going to ask you to fight him

Zhongli

Zhongli, Rex Lapis aka Morax has lived thousands of years

Yet this is the first time he encountered someone so dense at first he taught you were just kidding and pretending but when he described what he likes in someone which was pertaining to you

You simply said “WOW THEY SOUND WONDERFUL AND YOU MUST REALLY LIKE THEM BECAUSE YOU SOUND SO IN LOVE” at his face with genuine awe, there was no sign of you being flustered and whatnot

Hu Tao was there to witness this and the younger female had a good laugh when she witnessed this

Zhongli is now praying to Guizhong for help and patience

He first wondered if the reason for such behavior was because you dislike him but it wasn’t the case because you would always smile when you see him

Which makes his knees very weak

In heaven, all the dead gods are laughing at him

He has lived for so many years and yet he doesn’t know what to do because he wants to spend years with you

But a part of him says this isn’t right because his an immortal and you were a mortal, someday him being a former god would drive an enigma in the future

That’s why he was also hesitating on his part

“Zhongli, look-look! A merchant from Monstad gave me a Cecilia!” - you snapping him from his thought, he's a tall man so you had to tip-toe to put the flower in his hair

“There you look even prettier now!” - you smiling up to him

As you were withdrawing your hand, Zhongli grabs it and places it in front of his lips

“I love you Y/N”

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reidsnose · 4 years ago

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horror film

overview: reader and spencer watch a scary movie and spook themselves into cuddling

genre: fluff/angst?(yall are scared bc of the movie)/kind of humor

warnings: light swearing, mentions of idk like spooky ghost stuff

a/n: i definitely have been watching far too many horror movies for my own good but i dont have a spencer reid to cuddle up with lmao anyway i hope you guys enjoy it !!! please please let me know what you thing :)

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Spencer didn't understand. after all you guys see throughout the day, you want to come home and watch a horror movie. your whole lives were like one big horror movie.

but, regardless, he would walk to the ends of the earth for you (though he did not plan on telling you that), so watching a scary movie with you wouldn't be so bad. in fact, anything would be good with you. he would happily get a root canal if it meant spending more time with you.

he tried to convince himself: a scary movie is like halloween! and he loves halloween. reading about it. learning about it. but getting his adrenaline pumping via jump scare? hmmm..maybe not.

he didn't watch many horror films when he was a kid. his mom didn't do very well with them. and he liked his foreign films better. but watching the light in your eyes twinkle when you asked him to come over to watch together because you were scared to watch alone? how could he say no?

and you were beyond excited to have him over. even though you guys had already hung out outside of work before, you almost never got to pick the movies. truth be told that was because you went along with almost anything he said so you could get closer. and you planned on watching the movie at a friendly distance.

keyword: planned.

but it was now halfway through the movie and you were both cuddled up together in the corner of the couch. and from the beginning of the movie, anytime something remotely creepy happened, Spencer would lean over and whisper what a reasonable explanation could be. or tell you how statistically improbable the events of a certain scene was. and so you two drew closer and closer. and he convinced himself he was telling you the statistics and facts to make sure you dont get too scared; but really it was himself he was trying to calm down.

the movie was what it said it was; scary. but you had watched your fair share of horror movies, and though a couple of the jump scares got you, you were getting a little disinterested and distracted.

every time he leaned over (rather, now he was leaning down) and whispered something to you, you had to fight the urge to kiss him. not to mention. you were snuggled up to you're best friend who you were secretly crushing on and he was pulling you impossibly closer with every creepy scene that flashed on screen. and you were more exhausted than you knew. and Spencer was just so damn comfortable its like the guys arms were made to dream in!

so you started dozing off.

not Spencer.

he couldn't tell if his heart was beating from using you as his own personal teddy bear, or from the horrifying, ghastly scenes unfolding on screen. he didnt even notice you had fallen asleep until he leaned down, eyes glue to the screen, to whisper how unlikely the existence of ghosts was, and you didn't answer. he looked down and let himself audibly sigh. a smile cracking on his lips at the irony of you falling asleep during a horror movie.

one last jump scare had woken you up at the very end of the movie. not so much the jump scare, but the jerk of Spencer's entire body and the slight yelp he let out. and you found yourself feeling sad that Spencer was going to go home.

you told him he could stay if he was scared, to which he replied he was completely not scared (though his lie was very obvious). and having not watched most of the movie, you were able to fall back asleep in no time.

that was not the case for Spencer.

he was incredibly paranoid as he walked up the stairs, afraid an evil spirit would be waiting to scare him in his apartment. and when he lied down to sleep, every shadow that appeared in his room seemed to resemble a ghost. he tossed and turned petrified for about an hour before deciding he couldn't stay alone in his apartment.

so he found himself driving back to your apartment at about midnight to ask if he could sleep in the guest bedroom.

when he arrived at your door you let out a chuckle at his request, giving him a sort of "told you so" talking to as you made arrangements in the guest room so he'd be comfortable. and boy did this make him feel better. he was still very scared, but it wasn't nearly as bad because he knew you were just a room away. he opted to get a glass of water to try and calm down.

you, however, had just now started to be scared as images replayed in your head of things that go bump in the night. you tossed and turned trying not to look at the shadowy corners of your room, but you just couldn't fall back asleep. so you decided to make your way to the kitchen for some water, keeping your head down to avoid spooking yourself via the various oddly shaped nicknacks in your home.

Spencer stiffened as he felt a presence in the room, and he turned to see the shadowy figure of a woman, hobbling towards him, head trained on the floor. he couldn't scream, he couldn't run, he couldn't do anything but stare terrified at the figure.

you looked up as you neared the kitchen, letting out a blood curdling scream when you saw a tall shadow man standing in your kitchen.

Spencer could scream now that the figure began screaming. he let out a high pitched yelp as he stumbled along the wall looking for the light switch. he felt the need to protect you from the ghost, so in a fit of deranged manliness he let out a string of words that in or out of context is completely laughable.

"fuck off you spooky bitch!" the shadow man yelled, finally finding the light switch.

when the light flicked on the confusion and horror stopped. and instead you and Spencer stood equally spooked, in your fight or flight response.

"Spencer?" you croaked, lowering a raised fist. you planned on fighting a ghost?

"y/n?" he asked back equally confused.

"i was getting water what are you doing?" you asked, laughing slightly as you realized what he had yelled out.

"i was too," he chuckled, remembering what he had called out, "sorry for telling you to fuck off and calling you a spooky bitch."

"its ok, sorry for being 100% ready to punch you in the neck."

you two stood in a silence that wasn't exactly comfortable but not awkward either as you got a glass and filled it with water.

"hey do-" he began.

"could i-" you started at the same time.

"you go first," he chuckled, taking a sip of his water.

"i wont be mad if you say no, but could i sleep in the guest bed with you? my room has way too many spooky corners." you asked shyly.

"i was just about to ask that," he smiled.

you let out a relieved sigh before gulping down your water and heading to sleep in the guest room.

you two lied weirdly far at first but after mentioning how the coat hanger looked like a man with horns you two both reached for each other. falling asleep wrapped tightly in each others arms. hearts beating together quickly; but not because of fear.

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I got time. [Hank x AFAB Reader]

Contains: Smut, fluff, mild blood stuffs.

The reader is AFAB but goes by gender neutral pronouns.

The first fic I post here and it’s just me being a simp for Hank as of late my lords above don’t look at me and my shame but enjoy it anyway LMAO

Somewhere, in Nevada, settles a group of mercenaries that managed to crawl their ways into a hideout where there was a scarce amount of grunts and guards that were on the hunt for them. You were there, laying flat on a worn down couch breathing lightly, though wincing through your teeth every once in a while as Sanford was bandaging a gashing wound on your back. You cursed under your breath unsure of how long the pain was going to last, the feeling of your skin burning was unbearable, but alas it finally was over when Sanford lightly patted your hip and getting off of you with a “You’re good to go,” and turning over to Deimos who was asking for a smoke. It’s been a rough week, with Hank going solo in most of his tasks there wasn’t a lot to hope for at the end of the day. But knowing him, he’s certainly doing just fine and if more, having the time of his life doing what he loves most. Sometimes you wonder if he even thinks about you. “Hey, Mercenary.” Deimos called out to you. You sat up grumbling, rubbing the now bandaged wound as you turned to gaze over Deimos, who was slumped by a window, legs spread apart on a chair puffing smoke out to the direction of the open window.

“Yeah?” Was all you could say. Deimos held his cigarette in his mouth, using his hands to gesture out the window. With that silent statement was all you needed to know that Hank’s finally made his way back to his crew. You sprung up only to pause midway from the stabbing pain you forgot existed, and held your side to keep going forward. “Settle down, hot shot. I’m sure Hank’s coming in on his own.” Deimos snickered, puffing the smoke through his mouth as he tips his hat over his eyes, leaning back to relax. You pouted at him, but your head jerked back when you heard the door open, Hank standing there to see his crewmates doing just fine. Immediately, you rushed over to hug the behemoth of a man who you could only level at his chest. Because of the tough muscle, it didn’t really make Hank budge much from you just practically attempting a tackle-hug on him. “Hey, you.” Hank simply stated, ruffling your hair as he closed the door behind him. “I haven’t heard from you in a while, but that’s what I’d expect since I’ve been fucked over a few times from those grunts.”

“Good to see you back, Hank.” Sanford welcomed, who was cleaning his hook by Deimos. “Anything new?” “Just a few files of past conversations between Sheriff, Jebus, and the Auditor.” Hank held up folders, tossing them over to Sanford as he slumped into the couch you sat on before, stretching back and leaning his head back. “I’m starting to wonder where these fuckers are making their planned dates these days, just seeing them talk all that talk and yet have their dogs do all the dirty work annoys me.” Sanford huffed, looking down at his weapon. “Yeah well, it keeps them busy being idiots while we find more about what’s going on behind the scenes with them. How’s the conditions with everyone?” Hank asked. “Deimos nearly lost a leg, but he’s recovering, Mercenary’s back got gashed but I handled the wound, nothing too extreme. I did fine so far.” Sanford replied, though Hank looked over to you. “Shit, you getting rusty with the whole ‘look behind’?” Hank teased, poking your head as you puffed your cheeks.

“Don’t start playing with me, it’s bad enough that I’m hurt as it already is.” You retorted, settling back down on the couch, cursing under your breath once more as you felt the stinging. Though you couldn’t help but personally scoff at Hank’s obvious worries being plastered as banter. He’s not really the type to show his worries over anyone, even to his closest comrades. Deimos hummed, looking over to Hank. “Hey, you think we can call this a small break for us all? I’m beat.” You sighed, nodding at his response. “Yeah, Deimos is right, I’m exhausted, and I ain’t going to run around with this back ache.” It wasn’t long until Hank lazily waved off of the statements. “Alright, alright, I’m sure we can call this a night for us all.” With that, the group sighed in relief. “Thank God, in that case I’m gonna go call it a night, I ain’t gonna miss this opportunity of sleep.” Deimos stated, hopping off his seat as he burned out his cigarette, flicking it off to the floor. Sanford watched him leave, and began to sit up himself. “I’ll be spectating the area, that way in case anyone gets too close I’ll take them down and give you guys the que.” He stretched, grabbing his hook and a rifle in both hands making his way out the door. Deimos went upstairs, and Sanford was outside. Which then left you and Hank.

It was kind of awkward at first, you weren’t sure what you wanted to say or even do, but Hank looked over to you. “What about you? You’re the one that’s been complaining all night.” He smirked, and you lightly shoved him. “Oh, shut up. I don’t have time for your uncalled for bullying.” You joked, but he seemed to be watching your every move. You weren’t so sure if this was just him taking the joke too seriously, or there’s something going on his mind. But he shrugged it off, leaning on the other side of the couch, hands behind his head. “You talk too much sometimes, you know that, right?” “Look who’s talking.” You crossed your arms, raising a brow. Where was he even going with this? You weren’t sure. Or were you overthinking things? Then again, just look how he’s behaving, it’s almost as if...

“Hey, eyes up here.” Hank tilted his head, raising a brow back at you. You snapped out of it, cheeks flushed. “Hey, shut up!” You didn’t even know what to say for yourself other than you may be looking at Hank a little more than you should. It was a moment of silence, you looking away and leaning on the other side of the couch, ignoring Hank’s curious gaze. His red tinted glasses shined, and he sat up. “Hey, you’ve been acting pretty weird as of late. What’s going on in your mind, Mercenary?” He asked. You turned your head to him, “Nothing! I’ve just been stressed and exhausted from all of this, don’t you know how tiring it is at times? Actually, don’t answer that. You’re never tired.” You then turned back, but Hank scoffed at you. “Someone’s feisty. Listen, I can get a good guess as to why you’re acting this way, and it’s because you missed me, wasn’t it?”

Oh, you hated how right he was. With a furrowed brow, you eyed at him, but not turning completely just yet. “What’s it to you?” You simply put, and he knew where this was going. “Listen Merc, I know you hate my guts whenever I turn away from you, but I promise ya it isn’t because I want to, it’s just I’m a busy guy.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, and your tension let loose immediately. “I know Hank, but it’s just it’s hard to do things without you.” You then turned completely to him, who was already close to your face, and that caught you by surprise. “What, can’t do things on your own, sweetheart?” Pet names. He’s giving you pet names now. May Jebus save your soul now. “It’s not that, it’s just...” “It’s just what?” He continued, fixing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t even make eye contact to hose red tint shades. “It’s just... I miss you too much to last without you for that long, Hank.” You finally admitted, sighing in defeat. Hank lifted your chin, and tugged you close. “Babe, it’s okay. I promise you that’ll be the last time I keep you away.”

“For now, isn’t it?” You replied.

It was silence at first. “Yeah. But it’s the thought that counts, right?” Hank said, and you couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, even if it hurts to know he might do this again eventually. But that’s later, and this is now, and you can tell Hank is thinking the same way. It wasn’t until he tugged his bandana off his chin, revealing that grotesque zombie-looking metal jaw. But to you, you found that the best thing about him. “How about I’ll make it up tonight with something special?” Hank brushed his nose against yours, feeling your soft breath against his. “... But aren’t you going to be busy?”

“I got time. Take that armor off, Mercenary. I’m gonna make up those days I missed you.” Did he just admit he missed you just as much?

You couldn’t even process that, because Hank immediately filled the gap to give you a somewhat sloppy kiss, of course with him lacking lips, you couldn’t really make way with it, but that’s not what he had in store, it was that tongue he holds. You shuttered as you felt it glide across your lips, wanting to get into your mouth. You didn’t hesitate until you began unbuckling your hefty armor, letting Hank take over. You gasped as he slid his tongue passed your lips, his drool dripping onto your chest but you couldn’t care, the mess wasn’t gonna get any cleaner anyway. His massive figure mounted above you as you leaned back onto the couch, letting his large hands gently caress your sides as you wrapped your arms behind his neck. However, despite it, you flinched at the wound causing you pain, but Hank knew he had to be careful with it. He didn’t want you to hurt throughout, so he decided to keep his hands gentle on the grip of your sides.

His tongue reached every inch of your mouth, circling it with your own tongue as you grew desperate for him to touch you further. You held your head back as he began to bite down on your shoulder, hands beginning to venture more around your body.

“Hey, you won’t be getting just war scars now, huh?” Hank joked. “Just shut up and fuck me up, Hank.” You ordered. That hit a certain spot in Hank, making him want to do just exactly that. He didn’t hesitate any further, grabbing your bottoms with a swift tug down, letting you move your legs to take them off. He wasn’t the type to take off his own clothing, but when it comes to his partners, that’s a different story. He kept one hand on your hip as the other made way under your lower garments, large digits gently caressing your slit as he kept his head nestled between your neck and shoulder, enjoying your scent as well as your soft sounds. “Didn’t take long for you to get that wet, huh? Just how long have you been thinking about me? About this? You’re a wonder, Merc.” Hank teased, biting your ear as his two fingers spread your slit open, making you gasp as his middle finger lightly rubbed your clit. He wasn’t the most experienced, but when it comes to trying to find the right spot, he does it well. The feeling of your lower hips jolt as he kept a caringly pace with rubbing your clit had him wish he could devour you whole, but patience was what he needed.

Hank leaned back, moving himself down to position himself between your legs, your gaze almost begging for him to continue, and it wasn’t long until he took your beckoning as his long yet slender tongue made way to press against your cunt. You held your head back, keeping your volume low so you don’t get Deimos’s attention. But with the feeling of Hank’s wet tongue circle around your clit more efficiently than his fingers did, it was hard to keep it to yourself. It was a little bit of a hassle knowing there’s really nothing there you could get a hold of on his head, with a lack of hair and all, but there was an attempted to hold his head down, making him grunt as he knew what you’re asking for. His tongue slid down, pressing itself inside your cunt. The feeling of it made you quiver, Hank feeling your walls shutter from the tension his tongue was giving. This man was practically spoiling you, feeling your toes curl as you raised your hips at Hank, but he held you down so he can do most of the work. A fair share between you two, and you were already getting at your limits. Hank noticed your body shaking up, and he held back himself once more only to hear you whimper. Gods, he loved how sweet you could be. “Easy there, I’m not gonna leave you hanging.” Hank settled himself between your legs once more, this time he was unbuckling his belt and proceeding to unzip his pants. You bit your lip as you saw his large girth of a cock was pulled out, it was obvious he was growing impatient. He settled your legs around his hips, of course keeping mind about your wound. It was adorable how caring he can be with you.

He leaned over, his head pressing against yours as he began to position himself against your wet entrance, you didn’t even know what to say. Just seeing him above you, his muscular figure taking hold of you and taking what is yours his own, it drove you crazy. But he wasn’t being selfish with his affection, he knew he needed you just as much as you did. You held onto his shoulders, embracing it as his cock head pressed against your cunt, then slowly and surely, it broke way inside you. You winced, his hands on your hips to keep you put. “Are you doing alright there, Merc?” Hank whispered in your ear. You could only nod, and by god you didn’t want to speak any time soon. If you opened your mouth, you’d be gasping and moaning, and it’s already a chore keeping it down. Hank’s chuckle was heard, a low rumble in his chest as he began to move his hips slowly and carefully. You kissed his neck, feeling yourself stretch from his large girth, it was surprising you could of even managed to handle it this well. Hank could hear your small moans, and he hoped the volume will get louder, not caring if the other mercenaries could hear them. “Come on, Merc. I know you have a lot more in you, don’t have to be shy.” Hank cooed, his hands brushing up to give your breasts a soft squeeze, you looked away, trying to ignore him. But this just gave him a challenge.

“Merc, come on.” He spoke up, his hands now sliding under your shirt to fondle your breasts better, your cheeks flared up with a crimson red as he began to pick up the pace. The wet sounds of his body meeting against your own was growing loud, the sheer lewd sounds was driving you both wild. You couldn’t help but hold your head back, a moan escaping your lips. “That’s it, just like that. C’mon and do it louder.” Hank retorted, as his hands went back to your hips, moving your body against his, letting his whole shaft reach the ends of you. Your eyes widened, a loud squeak was heard out of you, and it made Hank laugh. “Good, that’s what I wanted.” Hank snarled, his pace now getting vigorous and desperate. He wasn’t slowing down for you, and you tried to grab his back, clawing at what you could. Now it’s finally reaching it’s point, you began moaning like no tomorrow, your volume was loud and you felt Hank became balls deep inside you, your walls tightening as he kept up the rough pace. “H-Hank, holy fuck Hank, calm down!” You plead, but he didn’t seem to hear you, the sound of the couch creaking as the hard wet slaps continued, you were seeing stars at this rate. But he wasn’t done, feeling himself get close, he placed one hand down to your clit, rubbing it as he continued to thrust. You groaned, feeling yourself beginning to come undone. “Cum for me, baby.” Hank requested, and you did what he told you to. Your body jolting as you reached a climax, but as you did so, Hank slammed himself deep inside you, releasing his thick warm ropes of cum inside you, the amount was overwhelming that it spilled out of you, your moans being muffled with Hank’s tongue making back way into your mouth.

It was a few moments, and Hank held his head and body to see his work. You were dazed, staring at the ceiling. “Seems like I overdid it, huh?” Hank asked, but you just weakly held up a thumbs up, simply saying “You did great.” As you grew limp, exhausted. Hank scoffed, slipping his cock out of you and watching the excess of cum leak out of you. As he pulled his cock in and zipped his pants, he scooped you up to take you upstairs. Settling your sleeping body on a bed, and he turned over to see a Deimos, disgruntled at them.

“Can’t you two be more fucking quiet next time?” Deimos stated, laying back down on his own bed. Hank could only chuckle at him. “Guess I’ll get louder next time just to spite your ass, Deimos.”

Meanwhile, Sanford outside could only be unsurprised at the fact you and Hank had fun while he was out drinking and keeping check of the area.

#hank x reader #Hank x you #hank wimbleton #fanfic #madness combat #smut #smut warning #Sanford #Deimos #thisis my first post and it's hank railing you #yeah that's how it be #JIURHGFIURHIUGR #hope u enjoyed!

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