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Reading this blog and procrastinating what I shouldâve been doing at the moment, but itâs super helpful if you want to know more about the Anglo-Saxon and Viking material culture but donât want to be bored to hell. All articles are done by an archaeologist specializing in mortuary archaeology, and he has already written several ones about burials and pagan practices during that time through the lens of The Last Kingdom. Iâve linked one of his posts before on ao3 when discussing about the historical accuracy of Alfredâs tomb effigy in the show under the pic Prayer from the Pagan, but didnât really had the time to check others out. I just did it and find his other articles are actually super interesting to read as well.
For instance, back when I post this pic in January I said the colour palette was inspired by the Alfred jewel, but I completely forgot that it actually appeared in the show (2x04) where Alfred handed it to Ăthelwold and said âTake this. It is a symbol of my kingship. Bear it with authority.â, which might be partially true but is hilarious if you give it another thought.
Because, why, in Godâs name, would Alfred hand an ARTEFACT version of the piece he commissioned himself to his nephew? As Prof. Williams already stated (in this post), the Alfred jewel has long been assumed to be the handle part of a pointer stick for following words when reading a book, and if you look at the artefact itself it is quite clear that thereâs a part thatâs been missing as well. The reason why scholars think it has something to do with Alfred is because:
1) Itâs written. The text on the frame literally says that âĂLFRED MEC HEHT GEWYRCANâ, which means âAlfred ordered me madeâ. The more detailed explanation below (with the help of beloved wikitionary since I donât understand Old English at all)
ĂLFRED (subject) Alfred, obviously MEC (object) me; accusative of iÄ (I), but in the West Saxon dialect itâs actually an uncommon version of iÄâs accusative and is more often seen in the Anglian dialect. The frequently-used version for West Saxons is mÄ HEHT (verb) ordered; third-singular past tense for hÄtan (to call; to order etc.), often followed with infinitive verbs, cognate with heiĂen in German GEWYRCAN (verb) to make; I honestly donât know if âto makeâ and âto be madeâ is just the same word in OE help And since the word order in OE is random as hell thanks to the case system (much like German which I eventually gave up learning because I donât have a brain big enough for that. IT MAKES NO SENSE TO A NATIVE MANDARIN SPEAKER THANK YOU), it is eventually translated into âAlfred ordered me to be madeâ.
2) It was discovered in Somerset and has been dated to the late 9th century, and we all know what Somerset meant to Alfred
3) Alfred did say he would send a copy of his translation of Gregory the Greatâs Pastoral Care to every episcopal see in his kingdom in the preface to it, with the book accompanied âan ĂŚstel of 50 mancusesâ. Mancus was a term to denote a gold coin or a unit for coins worth about a monthâs wage for a skilled worker, such as a craftsman or a soldier. Whatever that ĂŚstel is it must be worth hell LOTS of money
But honestly while I do think this interpretation sounds very much plausible Iâm thinking about other possibilities as well - how many Alfreds exactly existed during his time? We know that Ăthel in OE means noble, so people bearing this prefix in their names were usually royal members or at least aristocrats, but what about Alfred? Was Alfred a popular name? Or was it unique enough that he could just go by this name without mentioning his title at all? Imagine if it were an Ăthelred who made this, who the hell would know which one of these it was referring to, Ăthelred the King, Ăthelred the Ealdorman, Ăthelred Ealhswithâs father, or even Ăthelred the fucking Archbishop??? And yeah, I know Alfred was the king ⢠here and there isnât really much space left on the frame after all, but surely it wouldnât cost a bone to add a cyning behind his name, right?
Sadly, as it was in the pre-Domesday-Book era, I canât find the statistics of Anglo-Saxon names at that time (but keep in mind that there were at least 19 Alfreds worthy enough to be mentioned in Domesday Book even after the conquest. I donât know if this says anything at all but I do want to mention it) What Iâm trying to say is while it is highly highly highly likely (and I do believe and want to believe in this theory!), we cannot be one hundred percent certain that this jewel was really from the Alfred weâre talking about. And even if it was, it apparently wouldnât be carried around by Alfred like THAT. Because that would be like, âBear this with authority! Even though the symbol of my kingship is broken!â, said Alfred to a king wannabe. Lol.
The other thing I want to mention is this post about the showâs use of Fuller brooch, the one Alfred wore in S2 when he was in his war gear.
First of all, it is indeed dated to late 9th century and is assumed by scholars to be made by metalworkers of Alfredâs court. Everything is fine except I donât think you would want to wear jewelry that luxurious to warâŚbut then thereâs this thing:
MEET GIANT FULLERS!
Well, canât blame them since I am basically doing the same thing with my drawings (i.e. using patterns on jewelry and illustrations from manuscripts for embroidery design). But itâs worth noting that designs that are suitable for one art form doesnât mean they can be applied to another well, and thatâs why I claim my art is inspired by Anglo-Saxon art but NOT historical accurate for the Anglo-Saxon period. The reason I still do this and think it is understandable for TLK crew to do so is because we simply donât have that many resources to reference from when it comes to this time period, and fabrics and wooden buildings are just extremely hard to preserve by nature. Instead of screwing up the design on your own, it just has more fun to add real historical elements into your work. Look at those easter eggs!
Ok, thatâs it. I hope you enjoy my long rant and have a good read from Prof. Williamsâs works!
#Iâm so sorry for everybody who did read the whole thing omg#I hope youâre that kind of person who thinks it is sometimes fun to waste your time#I certainly didnât anticipate this to be this embarrassingly long HELP#nerd is nerding#that will happen again lmao#the last kingdom#alfred the great#archaeology#british history#king alfred#anglo saxon#hikaru.txt#tlk alfred#anglo saxon archaeology#archeology#oh and all in all i really hope dd did get to bring these replicas home tho bc THAT WOULD BE SO FUCKING COOL
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the other significant others is a book about how amatonormativity-sorry, compulsory coupledom-sucks for everyone and we can do better if we dare to try. I think it is pretty well done and i know it's sorely needed. it has incredible mainstream accessibility and I genuinely hope people read it and the ideas circulate more broadly. but it drives me a little insane that aromantics get thrown into just one list in the intro and then the book seems reluctant to truly acknowledge that some people genuinely don't even want a romantic relationship and that's ok. anyway, the book tells a series of stories about various platonic life partnerships. it weaves in history about changing friendship and marriage norms and facts about modern relationships and how they might not fit our assumptions. the last chapter even dives into some really exciting legal reforms that could address amatonormativity! sorry. compulsory coupledom. anyway. I recommend this book for like....your allo cishet friend or like, your mom or something
#i can't really explain why it irks me so much that the book chooses to stick with compulsory coupledom over amatonormativity as a term#except that I'm used to seeing aros use amatonormativity so it feels like a slight to have it only acknowledged in an endnote#That's petty I guess but what's not petty is wanting an aro voice. One ace person does not suffice on this topic#Like did we really need the celibate gay conservative pastor chapter that bad instead? the right isn't gonna support anything substantive#Anyway I do think it's a good book on the whole and it does have a lot of valuable queer perspectives#It just annoys me in that very particular way that only something you want to love can. Fundamentally we are on the same side here#It's probably very validating for many to see I just personally am bad at reading things I already know about#But chapter 8 is really good it gets into legal benefits stuff finally and was my favorite part by far
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ftr this is my current list of books I started and plan to finish
the adventures of anima al-sirafi (fun, and I enjoyed city of brass too despite some juvenile writing choices)
ancillary justice (đ)
annihilation (BIO SCIFI!!! the writing is so beautiful)
entangled life (fungi đĽ°)
go tell it on the mountain (just gorgeous and so powerful)
kitchen (I learned about this one from a FANFICTION don't look at me. it's good)
mask of mirrors (one of the few ya-esque action novels I still enjoy. the social politics and con artistry and action is pretty fun)
mistborn (I've wanted to read brando sando forever. his ending of wot may have been a bit off-key but he's undeniably a giant in the high fantasy world)
see what you made me do (really insightful!)
snow crash (honestly this one is a bit racist, or at least tone-deaf, but the plot is really interesting and it's wild to see a view of the future from the 90s that's fairly accurate in a lot of ways)
books I have yet to start
babel
beloved
the bluest eye
the buried giant
dead collections
the fire next time
gathering moss
a gentleman in moscow
giovanni's room
the goblin emperor
horse
I'm glad my mom died
land of milk and honey
lolita
a memory called empire
monarchs of the sea (octopus book)
my year of rest and relaxation (I've heard mixed reviews but like. why not)
other minds (other octopus book)
our share of night
pachinko
the parted earth
the tiger's wife
the translator's invisibility
uprooted and spinning silver (tbh I don't remember why people hate naomi novak and these look kind of neat)
the water dancer
the woman in me
year of wonders
books I tried but couldn't get into
fourth wing (looked a bit silly from the outset but the writing was SO juvenile I was like no by the first page)
jasmine throne (the opening scene just was not engaging imo)
jonathan strange and mr. norrell (weirdly boring and the austen pastiche fells a little flat)
way of kings (brando sando got so classic he went full predictable chosen-one beginning and it was really boring)
kindle keeps reccomending me paperback thrillers and romances, which are among my least favorite genres. I can see why people like doing this one goodreads or storygraph but I don't know anyone on there so this is better bc I can actually discuss with people I know. man I hope I keep up this momentum to actually finish half of these bc this is a lot đ I have so much catching up to do
#cor.txt#my general rule is that if I'm not interested in the sample chapters then I don't continue#there are so many books I want to stick with the ones I already think I'll like#cor reads
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I think
If I finish the chapter I'm in
That might be the last chapter?
And then the epilogue
And the Nagito chapters?
Maybe?
Maybe?????
#musings#bandit writes fic#dr1 end rewrite fic#i make a lot of comments about whether danganronpa canon entries stick the landing or not#some of them are good but don't get the end right (dr2)#some of them are iffy but hit the landing (dr3)#(dr1 is acceptable on both counts i think#udg is the best entry so far in terms of the games#but it is so much either hit or miss that like#-gestures-)#(dr kirigiri had some hit/miss aspects#three books for the twelve cases was#rough#BUT it hit the landing SO WELL#minus the epilogue we don't talk about the makoto cameo here xD)#so for me it's looking at these fics and did i hit the landing#will i hit the landing#i think oaei needs a bit of smoothing out but hits#i don't think oafc's ending is as set up as i want because it is so long and i figured out and changed some things in the writing#but i think if set up properly and smoothed out it will hit#but i don't think it's as strong as oaei is#and that's in part on ME as a reader#i love oaei and there are parts of it i really ALREADY like going back to and running through#there aren't as many of those in oafc#and it's because i was trying to shove too much in one thing#i think now that i have a better idea of what it's supposed to be i can smooth some of that out#but right now it's a mess#WHICH IS FINE BECAUSE IT'S A ROUGH DRAFT#and y'all aren't even going to get chapters until september#xD
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dumb frat boy
đ starring. Lee Donghyuck x afab!Reader
đŽ preview. âIâd ask what you want me to do to you, but I did some research last night, watched some of that Hentaid shit you were talking about. Itâs a lot of bondage, isnât it, Angel? A lot of⌠creampies. Youâve got a thing for being held down and filled, huh? I guessâŚâ he lets out a small laugh, âI guess Iâm a little shocked, seeing as youâre so sassy with me. Guess you just want someone to put you in your place. What is it you called Johnny? A good daddy dom? I might not always be a dom, but for you, I can make it work.âÂ
tw/cw. yandere/stalker sub themes, âunknownâ caller, heâs horny, mentions of porn/masturbation, weed/alcohol use, unprotected sex, oral (m/f receiving), deep throating, face fucking, nipple pinching/nipple worship, fingering, dirty talk, praise, hyuck has a thick cock, cum/fullness kink, creampie, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) Angel (his) baby.
đš rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 9.1k
đ aus. uni/frat au, yandere subthemes, Halloween, etcâŚ
âď¸ mlist + an.  We're back in the Ghostie au! I'm so happy to be able to put out a fic for Hyuck a year after the original story captivated so many of us <3
Prologue
âIâve got the best idea ever,â Hyuck says the moment after heâs released his first breath from the bong.
Johnny lets out a sigh, leaning back in his recliner. âThis better not be another themed wet tittie car wash fundraiser.â
âExcuse me, that idea was brilliant- pairing up with our sister sorority and being horny on cars while in costumes that somewhat resembled cars from the Disney movie Cars made us more cash for the Humane Society than weâve ever raised, so dial it down on your tone there, Ghostie.âÂ
The elder frat boy rolls his eyes at the nickname. When word got out about how he wooed his girlfriend last Halloween, the term âGhostieâ ended up sticking, and Johnnyâs never been able to let down the sexy stalker angle, even this year's pledges know about it.
âAs I was saying,â Hyuck continues, âI figure Iâll take a page out of your book, and do some weird phone call thing to woo my Angel.â
âOh, so youâre finally gonna admit your feelings to your best friend?â Johnny asks in shock, sitting up to take a better look at the younger frat boy.
âYes, but after a week of toying with her,â Hyuck announces. âIt will be fun. We all know she got her nickname Angel because sheâs really more of a demon, sheâs going to love this shit.â
âWell, I guess you know her better than I do,â Johnny muses. âSo whatâs the plan?â
âBasically, you took the best phone call stalker with Ghost Face, but I figure there are other options out there. Have you ever seen Black Christmas?âÂ
âLike⌠the one from the seventies?â Johnnyâs apprehension is clear in his features, and he reaches for the bong to take another hit.
âYeah, the one where the dude calls the sorority and is a horny fuck on the phone.â
âIsnât there some weird incest plot and jaundice thing in the second movie though?â
âNo one watches the second movie! We donât claim the way they butchered the story with that!â Hyuck exclaims, feeling agitated already.Â
âI feel like, if you called her, and did the whole Black Christmas thing, she wouldnât know what the fuck movie youâre referencing.âÂ
âThey did a remake in 2019,â Hyuck insists.
âDid anyone actually watch it though?â Johnnyâs an avid horror film lover, and if he hasnât seen the remakes, itâs not looking good for you to be able to pick up the references, a thought that throws Hyuck off.
However, even though heâs been swayed, Hyuck wonât give up on this idea. âLook, think of it as a Love is Blind sort of thing- I can make her fall in love with me over the phone, and then when I reveal myself as her best friend, sheâll be all âwoah, weâre soulmates!ââ
Johnny looks as skeptical as ever. âAre you sure thatâs the way this is going to go?â
Hyuck scrunches his nose up in distaste at the lack of support. âYes.âÂ
The elder frat boy takes in a deep breath, shaking his head. âIf this is what you want to do, I wonât stop you. I just⌠I think your Angel would react better if you were just straight up with her. Maybe thereâs a reason the two of you have never gone past the friend stage. I think the good thing about me doing this last year, was I was just acquaintances with Tiny, I made it clear off the bat that I just wanted to know her better. If she didnât want me, then that would be fine. If you do this with Angel, and she finds out itâs you and doesnât return your feelings, youâre going to ruin a friendship.â
Hyuck thinks about what Johnnyâs just said as he watches the tall resident Ghostie take another bong hit. Itâs true- In Hyuckâs heart of hearts, he knows that⌠there must be a reason the two of you have never hooked up, but itâs a reason heâs never been able to identify.
The cocky side of him refuses to believe itâs because youâre not attracted to him- thereâs definitely sexual tension between the two of you, so it must be something else.Â
Heâs so tired of toeing the line, especially since youâve always been kindred, mischievous, horny little souls.
You were with Hyuck when he pranked Sigma Veta Tau last Christmas and put glitter on their ceiling fans. You were with Hyuck when he put a rotisserie chicken in Alpha Tappa Zetaâs air vents. In fact, youâve been present at almost all of Hyuckâs master plan shenanigans.Â
Thereâs something going on between the two of you and he knows it.Â
Last year, when Johnny had pulled his little semi-stalker Ghostie stunt, Hyuck had noted that whoever was behind the anonymous calls had some balls to hit on a girl that way, and heâll be damned if he doesnât live up to that.
âListen,â Hyuck sighs. âThis is between us. Angel is going to try to figure out whoâs calling her, and I need you to keep your mouth shut, okay?â
âFine,â Johnny agrees, shaking his head. âHyuck, I love you, but sometimes I forget how much of a dumb frat boy you are.âÂ
âYou know what?â Hyuck grabs at the bong. âIâll take that as a fucking compliment.âÂ
Sunday
Youâre in the middle of a much-needed nap. Curled up on your fuzzy blankets, your textbook long since discarded while your mood lighting twinkles through the space, itâs the most comfortable youâve been all term. Itâs late October, the nights come early, and youâre starting to not mind the cool air that seeps through the crack in your window.
Itâs because youâre dead asleep, that when your phone rings, you donât even check whoâs calling. You simply bolt up, dazed and confused, reaching to pull your cell to your ear.Â
âHello?â
At first, all you hear is breathing on the other end of the line, and you roll your eyes. Youâre no stranger to dumb calls, spam calls, and the like- but then, âAngel?â
Well, this is definitely not a spam caller, they wouldnât know your nickname if it was.
âWhoâs this?â you ask, pulling your phone away from your ear to look down at your screen. Itâs a âNo Caller ID,â and you let out another exasperated sound. Â
âA friend,â the person on the other end of the line tells you.Â
âA friend I donât have in my contacts?â you scoff.
âBurner phone, baby.â
âAnd what would be the point of getting a burner phone just to call little olâ me?â you sigh, relaxing against your pillows and pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance.Â
âWhy so serious, Angel?â
âJeeze, dude, if youâre going to do the whole creepy caller before Halloween cliche, at least stick to your character.â You canât believe heâs quoting Health Ledgerâs Joker at you now. âWho are you even trying to be? Ghost Face is so last Halloween, we all know Johnny knocked that shit out of the park. A copycat sequel is just⌠early 2000âs.â
âOkay, let me drop character for just a second,â the man on the other end of the line sighs, and you giggle at how his voice modulator emphasizes his own exasperation. âThink, horny telephone guy.â
âI wouldnât call Ghost Face particularly horny, he was just a nerd.â
âIâm not Ghost Face!â he insists. âScream came out in the mid-nineties, think earlier than that.âÂ
âWhat, am I supposed to be some kind of horror movie expert?â you scoff.Â
âFine, Iâll just tell you,â the guy sighs. âHave you seen Black Christmas?â
âNever even heard of it.â
âFuck,â he curses. âWell, donât go watch it, it has some cult following but itâs not even one of my favourites- the reason I chose the dude from that movie is because heâs a horny little fuck and calls a sorority house and some shit- and also, donât look up the second movie, I donât claim the sequel.âÂ
âWow, I love that you chose a character based purely on horniness and not if the movie is even good,â you giggle.
âWell, Johnny took the best slasher caller! What was I supposed to do? Go all ghost child from The Black Phone movie?â
âWhatâs The Black Phone movie?â
âEthan Hawke? Horror veteran, who plays the hero author in Sinister, turned bad guy in the 2021 film by the same director?âÂ
You let out a whistle. âTBH, dude, it sucks Johnny got to Ghostie first last year, because Iâd bet money you know more about horror movies than he does.â
âI one hundred percent do!âÂ
âOkay, so back to the point,â you laugh. âYouâre calling me as this horny dude from some Halloween Christmas movie- for what?â
âTo talk to you?â he suggests. âTo uh⌠be horny⌠at you?âÂ
âAnd what does this accomplish? I mean- we all know Johnnyâs Ghostie story from last year, he called a girl every day, told her to come to his frat party, and revealed himself there. Is that your game plan?â
âI was thinking about it, but it sounds kind of lackluster now.â
âThatâs because itâs not an original idea at all,â you point out.
âSequels arenât always original,â the man counters. âLots of movies have the same plot just different characters, some recurring- look, it doesnât have to be original. The original angle to this Halloween movie is that Iâm going to be way more horny than Johnny probably ever was last year.âÂ
âAnd Iâm just going to allow that?â you grin.Â
âYeah, because we both know why you have your nickname, donât we, Angel? Youâre a dirty little minx, and youâre going to love this.â
âExcept, what if, Halloween comes, and youâre a frat guy that I think is ugly?â you ask. âIf you know me, you know I have very specific tastes. Thereâs only a handful of guys Iâd actually be interested in, what makes you think youâre one of them?â
The line is dead for a few stagnant seconds, then, âI just am, okay?â
âCocky little fucker,â you giggle.
âDonât be rude.âÂ
At this point, youâre pretty sure you know whoâs on the other end of the line.Â
Thereâs been a few tells from your best friend, Donghyuck. For example, heâs the biggest actual horror buff in the NCT frat. He idolizes Johnny, and was always salty that Mark got the Chicago man as a Big and not himself, so he had a close eye on the events that took place last year in NCTâs âGhostieâ Saga. On top of all of this, thereâs an extreme familiarity in the way heâs talking to you, a preexisting natural tint to his diction. Lastly, Hyuckâs the cockiest little dumb frat boy of them all, and itâs one of the reasons youâve always loved him⌠one of the reasons youâve also always kept a bit of distance from your best friend whenever situations have had the option of turning romantic.
Well, if this is how he wants to make his move at you, so be it.
Maybe heâll convince you that he can be more than a good fuck- youâd never risk your friendship for a one-night stand, no, heâll have to prove that he could go all in, that he deserves you.
And if all else is just extra, you can at least have some fun toying with Hyuck while he thinks heâs the one toying with you.Â
âOkay,â you sigh, stretching. âLet's do this, but we can start tomorrow, you woke me up from a nap, and Iâd very much like to get back to it.âÂ
Monday
âIâm not waking you up from a nap, am I, Angel?âÂ
âNope,â you grin, mischief working its way through your mind as you think of the best way to throw Hyuck off. âI was just watching some porn, flicking the bean, you know, that sort of thing.â
You hear him choke. âF⌠Flicking the bean?â
âCome on, you have to have heard of flicking the bean!â you insist. âBuddy, youâre the one whoâs supposed to be calling me to be horny, this is your perfect opportunity!â
âRight, I uhâŚâ he coughs. âHowâs⌠howâs the bean flicking going?â
âDude, do you know anything about seduction?â you scoff. ââHowâs the bean flicking going,ââ you imitate. âLame!â
âRude!â he counters.
God, heâs so obviously Hyuck and you bet he doesnât even realize it.Â
âYou know what, if you must ask, the bean flicking is going really well.â
âWhat kind of porn do you watch?â he questions next.Â
âWouldnât you like to know?â you tease.
âTell me,â Hyuck insists.Â
âMight have to get you to beg if you want to hear those kinds of details.â
âIâm the creepy phone stalker, I call the shots.â
You roll your eyes. âSure you do, buddy.âÂ
âStop calling me buddy.â
âOkay, dude.â
âDonât call me dude either!â
âThen what am I supposed to call you? Itâs not like anyone knows the name of the slasher from Halloween Christmas, or whatever. Youâre no Ghost Face, friend.â
âItâs Black Christmas,â he corrects you. âAnd Iâm pretty sure his name is Billy.â
âWow, how sexy, Billy,â you scoff. âYou really didnât think this one through that well, did you, buddy?â
âOriginal Ghost Face is who? Stu Matcher and Billy fucking Loomis,â Hyuck points out. âItâs not the worst name in the world.â
âTell me one person who refers to Ghost Face as Billy Loomis though, one person, and Iâll tell you what porn I watch.â
âThe⌠screenwriter?â
âJesus Christ, dude. Thatâs such low-hanging fruit.â
âNow tell me what porn you watch.âÂ
You let out a deep sigh. âAll this bickering has me not in the mood anymore.â
âWeird, Iâm extra in the mood now.â
âCuz youâre a weirdo who gets off on play fighting, I bet.âÂ
His voice takes on a whiney pitch when he says, âTell me what porn you watch!âÂ
âHonestly?â Youâre tired of this conversation, but you see one last opportunity to toy with Hyuck before you hang up. âHentaid on Porn Hub, Iâm all about that alien, tentacle shit,â your voice takes on the air of a damsel in distress when you muse, âNo mortal man can ever satiate me, Iâm afraid.â
âHoly shit,â Hyuck whispers. âAre you for real? Tentacle porn?â
âUh huh, now, goodnight, buddy.â You hang up on Hyuck with a shit-eating grin on your face, knowing youâve left him something to think about.Â
Tuesday
âHey,â you say, sitting down next to your best friend in the on-campus burger joint where you spend your Tuesday two-hour period between classes. âIâve got something to talk to you about.â
Hyuck is mid-bite of a burger, and he holds up a hand, covering his obnoxious eating style. âJust a sec,â he mumbles.Â
You wait patiently, staring at your friend while he finishes up. Heâs in a black hoodie, and black t-shirt, and his laptop is open next to where heâs eating his combo meal. Heâs usually here before you are, scoping out a booth and food so you two can chill in peace before your shared history course.Â
History isnât your major per se, itâs more of a special interest, and the same goes for Hyuck. Heâs a film major- another obvious dent in his plan to fly under the radar as your phone stalker who just happens to know everything about horror movies.Â
âOkay,â Hyuck says, swallowing the last of his large bite of food. âWhatâs up?â
âSo on Sunday, I got a phone call from some dude with a burner phone,â you explain, watching closely as Hyuckâs brows raise just a moment too late to be legitimate surprise.
âYeah? What did he say?â
âHeâs trying to recreate Johnnyâs whole Ghostie thing from last year, but as is the case with most sequels in the horror genre, heâs kind of missing the mark.â
Hyuck chokes a little on his food, and he reaches for his Coke to wash it down. âWhatâs he doing wrong?â
âWhat an odd question, Hyuck,â you say, narrowing your eyes at him. âBut, to answer it, heâs just⌠not loose enough. He feels too rigid. I gave him an in last night, if you know what I mean, and he just, fumbled it.â
âAn in?â Hyuck cocks his head to the side, âwhat do you mean?â
âYou know, an opportunity to be horny with me.â
âAnd you want him to be horny with you?â
âI mean, thatâs the whole point isnât it? He promised me heâd be more horny than Johnny was last year, but I feel like Johnny probably had this whole daddy dom thing down- I donât know what this new guy is trying to give, but heâs not giving, you feel me?â
âHuh, thatâs weird,â Hyuck shrugs, picking up his burger again. âDo you have any guesses who it might be?â
You shrug. âHe told me it was someone I think is hot. So that means it could be Jaehyun- God, you know how sexy I think Jaehyun is,â - youâre relishing in the way you get to tease Hyuck like this - âit could be Jeno, or Jaemin- I donât think Iâd even mind if both of them came up to me on Halloween, full original Scream style- Jaemin is definitely the Stu Matcher character, though.âÂ
âJeeze, Angel,â Hyuck grimaces, putting his burger down and leaning back in the booth. âDo you have to talk about two of my best friends tag teaming you while Iâm eating?â
âSorry, babes,â you snicker. âI just think this week is going to be fun, and I canât wait for my Billy Halloween Christmas stalker to find his A-game.â
You half expect Hyuck to correct you on the movie title, and you see him bite his tongue, fighting the urge to throw his own cover under the bus in a bid to protect the sanctity of cult films. But alas, Hyuck shuts himself up with another bite of his burger, and with one last look at your friend, you pull out your laptop to actually get some work done.
Wednesday
âHey, bud,â you answer your call with a grin, twirling your hair around your finger while your eyes skim your textbook. âWhat happened yesterday? You never called.â
âYou looked busy,â comes a curt retort.
âOh⌠did you see me with Hyuck?â you stifle a laugh, of course heâs going to play this jealousy angle, when in reality, he was probably just butthurt about you toying with him.Â
âIt was hard not to notice you with him,â he responds.Â
âSomeone sounds jealous.â
âWhatâs your relationship with him?â
God, Hyuck must be very desperate to be trying to get details out of you about how you feel about him, through his alter ego.
You take a deep breath, closing your book and leaning back in your chair. âWeâre close,â you start.
âBut just friends.âÂ
âJust friends,â you confirm. âI guess, I mean, obviously heâs cute. Thereâs no argument about Hyuck being cute. And heâs fun, heâs cocky, heâs mischievous- I guess my one concern with him is if he could do something long term. I may come off as a dirty little demon child, but in reality- I donât want to put all my eggs in one guys basket if heâs busy collecting eggs, if that makes any sense.â
âYou want a guy who just wants you, who puts in the effort.â
âExactly.âÂ
âIâm putting in effort,â your âmystery manâ points out.
âI suppose this could be considered effort.âÂ
âI spent twenty five bucks on this burner phone.â
âWow, buddy, that must have broke the bank.âÂ
âI have money!â he insists.
Hyuck definitely has money, itâs one of the reasons heâs probably so cocky. He comes from a large line of Leeâs, a family group that owns development all around the country. Youâve tried not to let any gold digging inklings stain your perception of the frat boy though, that wouldnât be fair to him.
âHey, friend?â you ask, choosing a base level nickname for this man who is clearly Hyuck.
âYes, Angel?â
âWere you thinking about it yesterday?â
âThinking about what?â
âMe, you know⌠watching alien tentacle porn and flicking my bean.â You try to make your voice sound innocent, but you canât help the mischievous grin that works itâs way onto your face.Â
You can hear him swallow thickly. âHold that thought, Iâm going to call you back.âÂ
âWait-â before you can get an explanation, the line goes dead, and you release an annoyed huff, crossing your arms over your chest.
Heâs such a little shit, leaving you hanging like this-
Two minutes go by, then five- and just as youâre starting to be really annoyed, Hyuck calls you back.
âTook you long enough,â you snap.
âListen, Angel, I needed to get in the mood. Iâm too rigid talking to a pretty girl like you, had to take some of the load off.â You can tell, even under his modulated voice, that Hyuck has most definitely just gotten into some weed.
This is so classic him- and to be completely fair, youâve witnessed the effects of Mary-Jane on one mister Lee Donghyuck. Heâs much more suave while green, less anxious, more willing to take risks.
âSo, to answer your question,â Hyuck continues, letting out a breath. âI have been thinking about you. Been thinking about your cute voice, how it would sound begging, whining, whimpering- what little noises youâd make choking on cock, or tentacle-â Hyuck laughs. âIâll be honest, I donât have an octopus dick or anything. If you let me, youâll have to be okay with a human style back breaking.âÂ
Youâre shocked.
Had he really just said all of this to you?
Was weed all it took for him to pull up his big boy panties and lay some actual sin onto you?
You canât ignore the way your pussy flutters with interest at his words, and you shift uncomfortably in your chair. âIâm sure we can make it work⌠what kind of tool are you packing, buddy?âÂ
Hyuck chuckles. âItâs thick, I think it will do the job.â
Hyuck isnât the tallest frat boy, but in no way is he the smallest either. Heâs average, and to think that he has an above average girthy dick- well, you canât help lick your lips in interest.Â
âStalker got your tongue, Angel?â Hyuck asks. âYouâve just gone awfully quiet.â
âIâm justâŚâ you swallow thickly. âJust thinking.â
âAbout my thick cock splitting you open?âÂ
God, your pussy is throbbing now- âHow⌠our first few calls were so awkward-â
âI promised you dirty, didnât I? Needed some courage first, but⌠I can tell youâre not mad about it.âÂ
Youâre definitely not mad about it.
You think maybe part of you would be upset if you didnât know your âmystery callerâsâ identity- but the safety of knowing, in your heart of hearts, that this is Hyuck- it changes everything, and you can allow yourself to feel the pleasure already beating through you.
âIâd ask what you want me to do to you, but I did some research last night, watched some of that Hentaid shit you were talking about. Itâs a lot of bondage, isnât it, Angel? A lot of⌠creampies. Youâve got a thing for being held down and filled, huh? I guessâŚâ he lets out a small laugh, âI guess Iâm a little shocked, seeing as youâre so sassy with me. Guess you just want someone to put you in your place. What is it you called Johnny? A good daddy dom? I might not always be a dom, but for you, I can make it work.âÂ
âSoâŚâ you find it hard to even speak because heâs so right about his assessment that it hurts. âSo⌠youâre more of a switch?â
âI can be. Generally, Iâm not about strict roles in the bedroom, but if youâre into that sort of thing, I can see what itâs about.âÂ
âTell me more about being a switch?â
âDonât want to give you too many details about myself, these calls are about you, Angel.âÂ
You let out a groan.
âBe patient,â he reminds you. âAnd tell me, are you as wet right now as I am hard?â
This time, the sound you release is really more of a moan, and it makes Hyuck chuckle darkly.
âIâll take that as a yes⌠are you gonna touch yourself after this? Gonna do all the work I canât do, not yet, anyway.âÂ
âMaybeâŚâ
âI like the thought of that, two horny people, whacking off together after a phone call, different rooms, but weâll be on each otherâs minds.âÂ
You get the suspicion that Hyuck is going to be on your mind for a whole lot longer than simply your upcoming bean-flicking session.Â
Thursday
âIâm here, Iâm here! Whatâs the emergency!â Mark asks, out of breath, his cheeks flushed from the cold outside and having just run across campus.
âItâs not an emergency, donât worry, just sit!â you tell him, pushing out a chair.
âAngel, you texted me, and I quote,â he pulls out his phone, â911, meet me at our spot in the library asap.â
âWell, I wanted you to come,â you shrug.
âGod, youâre as much of a drama queen as Hyuck is,â Mark sighs, taking his seat across from you.Â
âSpeaking of HyuckâŚâ you grin, leaning forward and clasping your hands together, âyour roommate decided to go full Ghostie this year.â
âWait, heâs not doing Ghost Face for Halloween-â
âNo, I mean, like, stalker phone call Johnny Ghostie,â you clarify.Â
âWhat?â Markâs expression is blank, and he looks completely unimpressed.
âBasically, he called me on Sunday, did this whole thing about doing a Black Christmas character or some shit- heâs been calling me from a burner phone with a voice modulator-â
âJesus Christ,â Mark sighs, covering his eyes with his hand.Â
âThe moral of the story is, Halloween night, Iâm calling dibs on your room.â
âMy room?â Mark peaks out at you through his fingers.
âYour roommate has to get laid. Actually, scratch that, I have to get laid⌠with your roommate.âÂ
âThis is so-â Mark groans. âI thought we were over this stalker Halloween thing to get girls. Donât any of us have respect or standards anymore?â
âYouâre frat boys, Mark, so the answer on that one is going to be a no from me.â
âWhy are you even into this?â Mark questions further. âLike- whatâs so sexy about any of this?â
âI mean⌠it shows Hyuck cares?â
âHe cares enough to get a burner phone and a voice modulator and call you and be creepy and horny? Wow, what a huge chivalrous act of love.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at Mark Lee. âIâm not enjoying your sarcasm, mister.â
âAnd Iâm not enjoying this,â Mark retorts, pointing between the two of you. âFuck, fine, have my room on Halloween.â
âLast thing though, Hyuck canât know that I know that heâs the one calling me.âÂ
âWait, so this isnât a bit? Heâs committed to trying to trick you?â Mark leans back in his chair, his expression getting even more bleak. âThe two of you are crazier than I thought.âÂ
As you open your mouth to respond, your phone rings, and you look down to see Hyuckâs burner âNo Caller ID.â
âHeya, buddy,â you answer, bringing your finger to your lips to shush Mark.
âWatcha up to?â
âJust in the library with a friend.â
Hyuckâs tone shifts. âWhich friend?â
âMark, you probably know him.â
âOf course I know fucking Mark. Whyâs he with you?âÂ
âJust chatting⌠why? You jealous?â
âNo.â
âYes.â
âNo!â
âYes!â You let out a laugh. âBuddy, settle down, we both know Iâm not into Mark Lee, weâve talked about this before.â
âWeâve never talked about Mark,â Hyuck responds, and you realize, you may have just betrayed that you know who he is-
âI mean, he wasnât on my list with Jaehyun, or Jeno, or Jaemin-â you quickly cover your blunder, and Hyuck releases an annoyed sound.
âI get it, I get it,â he groans. âFine, finish up your time with fucking Mark, then.âÂ
âDonât be salty about this,â you warn.
âYeah, whatever.âÂ
Friday
Itâs the final day before Halloween, and if thereâs one thing you know for sure, itâs that Hyuck is working. The SVT and NCT frats are the primary workers at the on-campus bar, Skeets, so they have a deal that NCT works the Friday before Halloween, and SVT works the Saturday.Â
Knowing these details, youâre also aware that itâs possible Hyuck wonât be home till three am, so youâre a little shocked when you get a call at one.
âHi, Angel.â
âIf it isnât my favorite stalker,â you grin, pausing your horror film- in all truth, youâd decided to watch Black Christmas, and now you can see why Hyuck told you not to bother, he hasnât nailed the deranged attitude of the main villain at all.Â
âWatcha doin?â
âNot much, you?â
âNot much,â he responds.
âAre you sure?â you counter. âCuz something tells me maybe youâre working right now⌠did you get a break, buddy?â
âIâm not working,â he insists.Â
âSure youâre not,â you laugh, dropping the line of questioning. âHey, tell me again why you chose Billy from Black Christmas?âÂ
âSeriously?â Hyuck lets out a sigh. âI guess I just wanted⌠an excuse to be horny on the phone for you, even if itâs just for a week.â
He sounds defeated, and youâre not shocked. Halloween is the busiest night of the year at the bar Hyuck works at, if anything, youâre surprised he even had a moment to dip outside and call you.
âYouâre cute,â you muse. âYou sound tired, so Iâll let you go, but uh⌠Iâll see you tomorrow, yeah?â
âYou will.â
âAnd how will I know itâs you?âÂ
âYou just will, goodnight, Angel.âÂ
SaturdayÂ
Youâve just arrived at the frat party, and already, youâre on the hunt for Hyuck.
At this point, youâre tired of the games. You feel closer to Hyuck, in some odd, sinister sort of way- closer than you ever have before. And youâre tired of hiding it, tired of this weird cat and mouse- you just want to have a conversation with him, to get everything out into the open so you can truly discuss your feelings.
You find him by the beer pong table. Heâs in a full denim fit, and you canât put your finger on who he is as you approach.
âHey, Hyuck,â you greet, tucking into his side so he can hear you over the music. âNice Canadian Tuxedo.â
âDo you know who I am?â he asks.
âUhâŚâ You look at him blankly. âAre you talking about your denim costume? Or the way youâve been calling me all week?â
Hyuck stares at you in shock. âUhâŚâ he clears his throat. âIâm Ken⌠you know, from the Barbie movie.âÂ
âRightâŚâ you trail off, wondering if heâs going to touch on the Black Christmas side of things.
âAlso⌠what do you mean? About me calling you all week?â
âHyuck,â you sigh. âPlease donât try to avoid this. Just be honest. Itâs you. I know itâs you.âÂ
He looks at you, and you can see the cogs turning in his mind.
âYou told me youâd reveal yourself tonight,â you continue. âI know I kind of just threw you under the bus, maybe I ruined your master plan or something, but Iâm tired of pretending I donât know itâs one of my best friends whoâs been calling me all week being horny.â
âAre you mad at me?â he asks, voice lowering. His eyes search yours, as if heâs trying to get a read on you.
âHyuck,â you let out a laugh, âIâm not mad at all, but I think we should go to your room and talk this out a little, donât you?â
âI guess thatâs a good idea,â he acquiesces.Â
âThen letâs go.â You grab his hand, lacing your fingers so you can drag him to the stairs that lead to the second floor. You donât say anything as you move, youâre on a mission, and what you need to discuss with him is better said alone than in a crowd of horny Halloween partygoers.
You make it to the privacy of his room, and you shut the door behind you. âSo?â
âSo?â Hyuck moves through the space, and you notice him heading for his bong.
âHey, donât do that,â you sigh.
âDonât do what?â he asks.
âYou donât need to get high to have this conversation.â
âI donât?â
âNo.â You shake your head. âI donât want you to be high when we do this.âÂ
Hyuck lets out another deep breath. âThis isnât how I planned things.â
âYeah, I guess not,â you admit, watching him take a seat on his bed. âHow did you see tonight panning out?âÂ
âI suppose I figured I could get some drinks in, liquid courage, that sort of thing. And then, maybe Iâd reveal myself at the end of the night or something.â
âAre you really so scared of me that you need to be drinking to confess how you feel?â you ask, melting a little. You approach Hyuck, sitting carefully on the bed next to him while he faces clear inner turmoil.
âIâm not afraid,â he states, but you can tell from the tone of his voice that thereâs something else going on. âI just⌠You told me you only want a man who can commit, a guy who only has eyes for you- and, I do, but⌠we both know my playboy track record, and I guess⌠I just worry about hurting you.â
âDo you want to hurt me?â you question, tilting your head as you try to understand him.
âNo, never.â
âDo you think youâre at the point where you could settle down a little? Iâm not trying to get you to stop partying, I just mean⌠committing to one girl, is that something you think youâre capable of?â
âIf itâs you, then yeah⌠I think so,â he nods, finally meeting your eyes.
He looks so vulnerable, and itâs very different from how you usually view your mischievous friend.
âHyuck,â you whisper, unable to help the way your hand raises to cup his cheek. âIâm willing to give this a shot if you are. If thereâs something real here, and itâs not just you being a horny, dumb frat boy.â
âOkay, rude,â Hyuck laughs, showing you a glimmer of the him that you know and love, âItâs more than being horny⌠but⌠in all honesty, seeing you in this fucking faerie costume has me all hot and bothered.â
âYeah?â You lean closer, grinning. Your lips ghost over his when you say your next words, âSo what are you gonna do about it?â
Hyuck sucks in a sharp breath, his pupils dilating- youâre so close to him, and you can make out all the pretty shades of brown in his irises. Gosh, he really is a pretty frat boy.Â
His hands find your hips, and he tugs your body closer. You can feel him breathing, his gaze darting between your own and your mouth. You watch his tongue dip out to wet his lips, and he swallows thickly.
âFuck it,â he mutters, finally smashing his lips to your own.Â
Itâs not gentle by any means, but itâs not necessarily aggressive either- one word to describe this kiss, is: desperate. Heâs so eager, and you kind of love it, love the way he tugs you flush to his own body, one hand moving to cup your cheek- his tongue glides against your own and you stifle a moan, shifting in his embrace so you can wrap your arms around his neck.
It feels so good to be pressed against him like this- youâre actually kind of shocked at how good it feels. And his hands, exploring your body, keeping you close, fingers digging into your hips-
Hyuck is everywhere, devouring you like youâre his last meal.
âOh,â you whisper, when Hyuckâs mouth moves to your neck. âBy the way, I called dibs on your room with Mark, he wonât be bothering us.â
Your dumb frat boy pulls away from your throat, a grin on his face. âYou really knew it was me all along, huh?â
âYouâre not exactly subtle, buddy,â you laugh.
Hyuck shakes his head, reaching to lock the door before his hands ensnare you again. He pushes his body against yours, urging you to move backward until your calves hit the bed. Before pushing you down, he removes your faerie costume wings, and only once the more delicate part of your costume is discarded, does he shove you onto his mattress.
âHyuck,â you giggle, looking up at him with starry eyes.
âYou look so good like this,â Hyuck muses, tugging his denim âKenâ style vest off to reveal a body hardened from Frat mandated work out brother time. Heâs not too big, not too built- Hyuck still has some pudge on him, but you kind of love it. You love that itâs not a full six pack and bulging biceps- you can imagine that when this is all done, heâll be lovely to cuddle with.
In fact, youâre not sure it would matter how muscled Hyuck is. Sure, it helps that heâs physically fit and hot, but- at this point in your friendship, youâre attracted to him for so much more than his body.
No man makes you laugh like him. No man has spent the time that he has to understand you and make you feel comfortable with him knowing you, the true you, the you that you donât get to show many others.
Hyuck is just⌠heâs good for you, and he always has been. That goodness has so far been a friend capacity sort of thing, but youâre excited about the new development in your relationship. You think thereâs true potential with him, and it makes you dizzy as you stare up at one of your best friends.
âI kind of want to eat you out, Angel,â Hyuck admits, one hand finding your thigh and pushing your short dress even higher up your leg.
âFunny, I kind of want to suck you off,â you grin, lifting one foot out of your shoe to tease your toes across the front of his jeans.
âSo⌠sixty-nine?â Hyuck asks, gently tracing his fingers across your exposed skin, setting tingles of pleasure off to erupt and skitter through your form.
âThat would work, but⌠I guess⌠I kind of want to lay with my head lolled off the side of the bed, your cock in my mouth, and your fingers pinching at my nipples while I work my own clit at the same time.â
âJesus,â Hyuck breathes, swallowing thickly as he looks up at you. âHow could I say no to that?âÂ
âThen, when Iâm close to cumming, you can eat me out, get me there, then fuck me stupid for your own release.â
âItâs funny,â Hyuck chuckles, âHere I thought I was the horny one calling you and trying to be a creep, but youâre the one with the dirty mouth and the great ideas.â
âYeah, your whole Black Christmas thing really wasnât the best idea Iâve ever heard,â you tease.
âHow many times do I have to admit it was a shitty plan but I just wanted to get close to you?â
âAt least once more.â
âFine. Now flip around, loll your head off my bed, let me put my cock down your throat and pinch your nipples while you toy with your cute pussy.â
âHow do you know my pussy is cute?â you ask. âYou haven't even seen it yet.â
âIâve been imagining, baby, and as a film major, my imagination is pretty fucking good.â
You giggle, getting into position for Hyuck. He stands near your head as you loll it off the side of the bed, and you get a good view of his bulge straining in his jeans.
âYouâre excited,â you muse, cupping him through the denim.
âWho wouldnât be?â he laughs, undoing his button, then the zipper. âFuck, you look so good laid out like this.â
âYeah?â You pull the top of your dress down, releasing your boobs.
âFuuuuuck,â Hyuck groans, pausing his motions on his jeans to reach down and massage your newly exposed breast. âI knew your tits would be perfect.â
You moan at the feeling of his warm hands. His fingers pinch at your nipple and your moan turns into a whine. âFeels good.â
âYou feel good,â he counters.
âGet your cock out,â you instruct, feeling impatient.
âStart rubbing your pussy,â Hyuck retorts with a laugh.
âYes, sir,â you respond teasingly, reaching one of your hands down to your thighs. You slip it under your dress, deciding on taking your panties off alltogether.Â
Hyuck continues to massage you as you pull off your thong.Â
You canât help yourself, you toss it at him, and Hyuck lets go of your breast in favour of catching it. âFuck, these are cute,â he says, admiring your panties.
âI knew Iâd be getting laid.â
His tone shifts to the darker, more annoyed side of things. âYeah?â
âAnd donât get all angsty, I knew Iâd be fucking you tonight.âÂ
âThatâs what I like to hear,â Hyuck grins, putting your panties in his pocket before he undoes his jeans, shifting them down his thighs.
The fucker isnât wearing underwear, and you get a good view of his cock for the first time.
âFuck, dude, you werenât lying when you said you were thick,â you muse, licking your lips.
âIâd never lie to you about my cock,â he laughs.
You slip one hand between your thighs, stroking your wet core- itâs crazy how turned on you are from this, but part of you thinks this has been building for a while- for a week, actually.
Hyuck strokes his cock, looking down at you. âReady for this?â he asks.
âPut it in my mouth,â you command, opening wide for him.
âIf Iâm going to deep, push my thigh,â he tells you as he slips his cock past your lips.
You moan a sound of affirmation around him, immediately beginning to suck on his tip, getting used to his size before you take more.
Hyuck is surprisingly gentle with how much heâs allowing you to take. If you hadnât been pacing yourself, youâre sure heâd be pacing you of his own accord.Â
One of his hands finds your breast again, pinching the nipple and sending jitters of pleasure down to your throbbing core.
You groan louder around him, sucking more into your mouth as you increase the pressure on your clit.
âThis is so fucking hot,â Hyuck moans, thrusting gently into your mouth so you can lay flat and still, allowing him to do most of the work while you rub your pussy deliciously.
You can only let out a sound of affirmation as he uses your mouth.
With your eyes closed, you can focus fully on the feeling of pleasure thatâs building inside of you.Â
When youâd imagined fucking Hyuck for the first time, this hadnât necessarily been a position at the forefront of your thoughts- but when heâd suggested eating you out, youâd realized this is exactly what youâd wanted.Â
You want to give back to him, want to show him how much youâve appreciated him taking the leap and telling you how he feels- even if it was in some weird, dumb frat boy, phone call kind of way.Â
The way heâs pinching your thighs is actually delicious- and then, you hear him spit, and you feel the cool liquid hit your chest. This time, when he rubs his thumb over your nipple, he spreads his spit across your skin, making it even more intense.
âPart of me just wants to cum on these perfect tits,â he admits.
You make a very clear sound of disagreement, and Hyuck pulls his cock out of your mouth. Youâd been salivating so much that as he moves away, your own saliva drips back down onto your face from his length. You swallow thickly, finding your voice. âNeed you to cum inside of me.â
âFuuuuck,â Hyuck groans, pinching your nipple even harder. âYou and your creampie kink.â
He slips his cock back into your mouth, and you greedily eat him up.
Then he leans further over your body, his fingers joining yours on your core. âYouâre so fucking wet,â he muses, pushing your hand out of your way so he can rub your clit, gently fucking your face as he does so.
Itâs a shallow face fucking, as heâs bent over your laid down body to access your core, but you donât mind.
Your eyes are still closed, and youâre enjoying every sensation, bringing your free hands up to your breasts to massage them and pinch your own nipples.
âYou look so sexy, want you to cum so bad so I can fuck you stupid,â he tells you, rubbing your clit even harder.
You rut your hips up toward his hand, a non verbal motion that tells him youâre close.
God, itâs like heâs been in your pants before- he knows exactly how to stroke and massage your clit-
âAnd youâre still sucking me off so good-â he continues. âAnd grabbing at your tits too, youâre my insatiable little Angel, arenât you?â
You moan deeply around his cock, and Hyuck fucks you a little harder, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gag around him, feeling tears in your eyes.
âShit, sorry, Angel, fuck, that just felt so good- can I do it again? Can I fuck your throat again?â
You make a sound of affirmation, shocked at how your body had reacted to his cock being fully inside of your mouth. A tingle of excitement had run through you, your nipples getting intensely sensitive, your core throbbing-
Hyuck does it again, hitting the back of your throat, and the same sensation happens. You can feel yourself getting desperately close to the edge, and you hardly have to do anything. Other than pinching your own nipples, Hyuck is the one taking care of you, and you kind of love it.
âI can tell youâre close, Angel,â Hyuck chuckles. âFuck, gonna cum from me fucking your face and rubbing your clit, right?â
You moan desperately, wiggling your hips. Hyuck reads your cue, rubbing your clit even harder.
Now, you canât help but pull off his cock, pushing his thigh to give you a bit of space.
âYou good?â he asks, motions pausing.
âYeah,â you tell him, swallowing thickly as you grab his cock to stroke him off. âJust keep- fuck, keep rubbing me like that, Iâm so close-â
âFuck this,â Hyuck mutters, and all of the sudden, heâs pulling away.
You let out a whine- only for him to spin you on his bed. He sinks to his knees, drawing your core to the edge where your head had just been, then he dives in, his lips immediately suctioning around your clit.
Two fingers push into your aching core and you whimper desperately, grabbing at his hair to keep him on your pussy as he works you closer and closer-
âHyuck-â you cry out, muscles clenching-
One more slurp on your clit has you topping over the edge, entire body electrified by the orgasm surging through you.
You slap a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle your sounds as he works you through your high. He doesnât quit, doesnât pull away- he sucks your clit through your entire high, until your thighs are shaking on his shoulders and youâre on the verge of tears.
âOkay-â you whimper, pushing at his head. âSensitive-â
Hyuck finally lets up. You open your eyes to watch him stand, pulling his fingers from your core and sliding them into his own mouth.
âYou taste just like Halloween candy, baby,â he muses, eyes clouded with lust.
âI wanna taste,â you whisper.
Hyuck pushes his jeans completely off, and then he gets on top of you, smashing his lips to your own. The flavour of your pussy is hot on his tongue, and it invades your senses, driving you wild as you kiss him deeper, threading your fingers through his hair.
His cock nudges between your pussy lips as he grinds down against you, rocking his hips.
âFuck me,â you tell him, moving your mouth to suck on his ear lobe.
âShit,â Hyuck groans, shivering from the sensation of your tongue on his ear. âWant you naked first.â
He pulls away just long enough to tug your dress up and over your head, then he returns to his spot, his cock rutting against your core once more.
The two of you have been friends forever. Hyuck knows you have an IUD, heâd been there for you when youâd gotten it last year, when youâd just wanted to stay in bed and rot for a few days. Thereâs no need to discuss birth control or safety- all thereâs left to do, is have his thick cock fill you in ways youâve been wanting all week.
Hyuck adjusts, grabbing his base so he can push his tip into your throbbing hole.
âFuck,â you whimper in his ear, clutching his shoulders as he pushes an inch into you.
âYou good?â he asks, breath hot on your throat.
âSo good,â you respond, locking your legs around his hips.
He pushes deeper into your pussy, and your core welcomes him in, walls stretching to accommodate his thick cock.Â
Hyuck bottoms out, and you both groan deeply. He forces his lips onto your own again, and itâs a clash of teeth and tongues.
Itâs animalistic in the best sort of way- like youâve both been caged up for as long as youâve known each other, and youâre finally letting your beasts out to do the most primal thing imaginable.
There are no thoughts in your mind as Hyuck begins to fuck you, thereâs only you, him, and this intense feeling of pleasure.
You feel so connected to him- missionary isnât always the most fun position, but with Hyuck, it feels right. It feels like this was meant to be your first time together, face to face, lip locked, breathing each other in, moaning desperately as he takes you as his own.
âFuck,â Hyuck groans, gently biting on your lip. âYour pussy is taking me so fucking well- first your mouth, now this- how do you expect me to last long?â
âI donât,â you giggle. âYou made me cum so hard on your tongue, Iâm about ready to be filled with your cum and then lay here.â
âIâm gonna cuddle the shit out of you after this.â
âYou better,â you grin.
Hyuck smiles against your lips, kissing you again as he fucks you even harder.
The stretch of his girthy cock is unlike anything else- and it feels like heaven as he pounds you into his mattress.
âRub your clit?â he suggests.
âI canât- I canât cum again,â you whimper, still sensitive from your first orgasm.
âIâll have to train you to cum more after this,â he promises.
You can only grin, drawing his lips to your own again as he uses you to find the ends of his own pleasure.
His whimpering sounds are like music to your ears- fuck, Hyuck is too hot to even imagine. Had this guy really been one of your best friends for this long without you ever exploiting this?
Youâre so fucking happy heâd called you and been weird all week- it was the perfect foreplay, and now, youâre completely enraptured by him.
âShit,â Hyuck groans.Â
âYou close, baby?â you ask.
âFuck, call me baby again.â
âBaby,â you whimper, âyour cock feels so good in my tight pussy.â
Hyuck moans even louder.Â
âJust like that,â you encourage him, tightening your legs on his hips. âKeep doing that- right there-â The tip of his cock is hitting the perfect spots inside of you, and youâre gasping from the feeling, burrowing your face in his throat and panting against his skin.
âShit, Angel-â
âCum for me, baby, cum in my pussy,â you urge him.
Thatâs all it takes for him to explode, letting out a deep groan as he releases deep inside your core, coating your walls with him.
His thrusts falter, his breathing laboured, entire body shivering-
You stroke the back of his head, cooing in his ear, helping him through it until heâs finished, coming to a stop ontop of you and breathing heavily.
âGood boy,â you tease.
Hyuck lets out a deep chuckle, and it turns into a sigh. âYouâre going to be the death of me.â
âAnd youâd love that.â
âI would,â he admits. âOkay, fuck, Iâm gonna pull out, gonna grab some tissues and sweat pants- we can head to the bathroom down the hall and hopefully clean up a little, then weâre gonna cuddle.â
âSounds like a plan to me,â you grin, laying there as he groans and gets off of you, following through with his intentions.
Soon, cum is being wiped from your pussy and youâre being helped into sweatpants.
The two of you exit his room, and youâre very pleased to see that most of the party is downstairs, leaving his floor pretty vacant.Â
You make your way to the bathroom with him, clutching his hand.
Once there, you both clean up, and you listen to Hyuck splash water on his face while you pee, making sure all his cum is out of you.
The two of you make it back to his room, collapsing into bed. He pulls you to his chest, cuddling you close.
âBefore I pass out⌠how did you know it was me on the phone?â he asks.
âOut of everyone in the frat, you idolize Johnny the most. It wasnât a reach that youâd recreate his Ghostie thing last year. On top of that, youâre a film major, you know horror movies better than anyone else. And, youâre a horny fucker, which is something Iâve always loved about you- I just⌠I needed you to make a move, which you never really did, until now. It just⌠made sense that it was you. The way we talk to each other, I could tell it was you from the very first call.â
âHere I was, thinking I was all suave and shit.â
âYou were very suave, baby,â you grin, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
âHappy Halloween, Angel.â
You giggle. âHappy Halloween.âÂ
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You love Hyuck, you do- but sometimes (especially when watching movies) he has this tendency to⌠well, never shut up.
âOkay so, coming up, when the alien pops out of his body, the director didnât tell anyone this was going to happen, so when Sigourney Weaver and the others react, itâs genuine shock and surprise-â
You love his facts too, you do⌠but⌠sometimes, they get a bit much.
âBaby,â you coo, cuddling closer to your boyfriend, âCan we just⌠watch the movie?â
âWe are watching the movie.â
âI mean⌠God, Iâm going to sound like a bitch, but can we get through like⌠ten minutes without a fun fact?â
âBut⌠my fun facts are fun.â
âThey are, baby, they are,â you assure him, patting his chest, âI justâŚâ you sigh, âten minutes?â
âI can think of a distraction for my mouth,â Hyuck grins.
Your pussy immediately flutters, picking up on what heâs saying. âYeah? Donât you want to watch the movie?â
âIâve seen it a billion times.â His hand rubs your shoulder and he nuzzles against your cheek, breath hot on your skin. âCome on, let me eat out your pretty pussy. Iâve been wanting to overstim you for a hot minute- I think I could get three or four out of you while youâre watching.â
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ââ˘âŚ THE BOY IS MINE
OIKAWA, KUROO, BOKUTO showing you that he belongs to you and you to him
⥠NOTES ⎠I'M BACCKKK! and I'm super excited, can;t wait to fangirl w/ y'all! I'm gonna cri đ I miss my boys sm T^T bokuto's made me giddy and kuroo's got me smiling like shit...don't get me started with oikawa!
OIKAWA
You were on the sidelines watching the man you adored so much being adored by so many other girls. No lies, some of them were prettier than you, youâd think. They could be a good match for your boyfriend. Â
Still, you didnât bother. Tooru always assured you of your worth and how perfect you were for him in every senseââthe most beautiful in his eyes. Â
Tooru delivered an impactful serve, and the crowd cheered including the other girls beside you. Even from afar, he sent you a smile with a matching flirty wink. The girls squealed with so much giddiness, probably thinking it was for them.
He cast another glance at you, which you returned primly. Â
You were always his number one fan. You might not be on par with him when it came to Volleyball, but you didnât mind being his cheerleader, his anchor and the source of his strength whenever heâd feel inadequate. Â
You were secured and not moved by how many fangirls he had until now. The reporter pulled Tooru to the side together with a known female Volleyball player whoâs around the same age as him. Â
The two of them were the top players of their teamsâthe most competent. The reporter and everybody else simply admired seeing the both of them side by side. Â
âOh! They look so good together!â You heard those around you murmured. Â
âMaybe theyâre dating...â The others speculated.Â
A bitter sting gnawed inside you. The image of Tooru happily playing Volleyball with a partner who could really challenge him head-to-head was making it difficult for you to breathe. Â
You were lost in your thoughts when you suddenly felt a hand around your wrist, gently dragging you somewhere. Â
T-Tooru? Â
He brought you by his side and laced his arm firmly around you.Â
âPractice and perseverance are totally the keys in winning but for me itâs not just that,â Tooru responded to the reporter. âWe all need a lucky charm, I tell you.â He pulled you closer to him, shifting his gaze to lovingly study your face, saying, âAnd I got mine right here.â Â
You blushed, feeling the heat crawling all over your face. The crowd squealed and hollered yet they didnât matter in that moment. Â
The reporter ended the interview with lighthearted teasing directed at you and Tooru, prompting the start of the last match. Â
âHow âbout a good luck kiss, huh?â He teased. Â
âW-Whatâre y-â You werenât even able to finish as he already placed a sweet peck on your lips. âTooru!â You complained when he parted, and he replied by playfully sticking his tongue out. Â
Your fingers travelled your lips. Perhaps, youâve got nothing to worry about after all. Â
KUROO
Itâs a big day for you and your boyfriend. It would be the first time heâd be giving a welcome remarks to open his institutionâs black-tie event. You were even proud to be the one who did his speech. Â
As his extra special plus one, he never left your side with both of you just keeping things, hands to yourself, acting as a professional and sober couple.Â
However, you were bothered to say the least. You always knew that you had a fine boyfriend. He looked straight out of a novel after all. Tall, handsome and with a good suit to complete the look. Â
Tetsurou seemed like every billionaire bad boy in the books youâd encounter in bookstoresâ new adult section. Itâs no wonder that the girls in his company party all had their eyes on him like heâs a piece of hunky meat theyâd jump on at any moment.Â
Deep inside, youâd want to be swallowed by the universe below. You were never insecure about your looks, well, maybe sometimes you were like right now! Were you not even pretty enough for them to keep their attraction to themselves? Were you not playing the eye candy part so well? Â
Do you even look good beside him?Â
Black dress, pretty face and hypnotic smile all amplified by the sweet scent of honeyâyouâre Kurooâs most prized possession, not that he treats you as an object. Well, yes, to put it simply youâre the object of his desires, adoration and affection. Â
Wasnât it obvious that you were with him? Yeah right, call him petty, but he couldnât bear the eyes of these bastards on you. Â
Hell, pretty was even an understatement when it came to you. As much as he wanted you to be revered for being the goddess that you are, he still couldn't accept all the gawking youâre receiving and him being disregarded like he wasnât even there when heâs the boyfriend, the future husband and the forever person. Â
He promised heâd behave himself and keep the PDA on low since todayâs a formal event, but it looked like he wonât be keeping up with that anymore.Â
Jolted, your shoulders rose as Tetsu slithered his arm around your waist. He tugged you closer to him so you were both attached to the hip. You just froze in surprise when he leaned, placed a kiss on your forearm and dropped another one on your shoulder. Â
You felt the heat rushing to your face. Your eyes held his as they met. âWhat...what are you doing?â you whispered and he propped his chin on your shoulder. Â
âShowing them who you belong to.âÂ
Internally, youâre partying. Youâd be lying to say that you didnât want that because you definitely want to show all these girls that Tetsu would only have his eyes on you. âOkay, just donât overdo it.âÂ
A lopsided grin appeared on his face. âNot very sure about that.âÂ
BOKUTO
At last, your fiancĂŠ, superstar athlete Bokuto Koutaro, will be arriving home tonight. It has been several months since heâs been away to train and to participate in the Olympics. Now, heâll be coming home after playing with his utmost best. Â
You were standing, waiting for him in anticipation at the airport. This was the moment youâd been waiting for and your face immediately lit up after seeing him walk from the arrivals. His eyes were still sleepy with his pillow still latched around his neck. Â
In anticipation, you took a step forward approaching him, but the reporters and his fans beat you to it. Now, heâs swarmed with the crowd taking pictures and asking him questions. Some of them were even bumping into you and all you could do was watch. You were just a mere ordinary citizen, lurking in the shadows of those who admire him. Â
You clutch on your chest. You were truly happy for him. Genuinely happy for the recognition heâs receiving. He deserved every bit of it, but...How youâd wish to be closer to him. Be the home he goes back to where he could be just Koutarou, the loving and silly boy you came to love. You just missed him so much.Â
A bitter smile appeared on your face, surrendering to your fate until his eyes met yours across the sea of people. He glowed radiantly, beaming at the sight of you. Without hesitation and despite everybody else around, he made a way for himself towards you.Â
With so much excitement, you yelped as he hugged you tight and carried you that your legs hooked around him in reflex. Koutarou peppered kisses over your face cooing so lovely that he finally got to see and be with his most adorable Y/N. You giggled, getting a little ticklish with his kisses. Â
âBabe, babe! Not here!â You protest in middle of chuckling. âThere are people around.âÂ
Koutarou pouted. âBut I miss you so much.âÂ
âMe too,â you said in a wide grin and he giggled like a school kid finally getting his favorite toy as present. Â
He rubbed his nose against yours. âLetâs go home!âÂ
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The little mascot | Alessia Russo x Reader
Where your daughter climbs onto Alessia's lap in a restaurant, and later they reconnect when she gets to be a mascot for Arsenal
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When you realised your partner wasn't present in your daughter's life, and they didn't care much about yours either, you decided it was time to leave. Along with the separation, you had always wanted to live in London, but your partner didn't, so this seemed like the perfect time to make the move.Â
You managed to find a place there pretty quickly, it would be about a month before you could move in, but that gave you the time to start looking for a job. With a job interview scheduled, you and Ellie took the tube over, for the first time. You didn't have anyone to watch your daughter, but the owners had been nice enough to allow you to bring her with you.
âAlright princess, Mommy is going to talk with the nice people, will you be a good girl and wait here for Mommy?â You settled her at one of the tables with a drawing book and some crayons. âOkay Mommy.â With a kiss to her forehead, you walk towards the back office.
You look over your shoulder once more before following the owner inside. âThank you again for allowing me to bring her with me.â Tina smiles, âOf course, we are a family business, so we put family above all else.âÂ
In the restaurant Ellie was busy drawing, and hadnât noticed she dropped one of her crayons until someone crouched down beside her. âI think youâre missing a colour, sweetheart.â She holds out the red crayon that fell to the ground. For a split second Ellieâs eyes widened, but when she met the soft blue eyes of the blonde stranger, she snapped back into reality. âOh thank you.âÂ
Before the girl could get up, Ellie started rambling. âMy Mommy is talking to the people behind that door, and I am drawing flowers, and stars, and butterflies!â She was enthusiastically pointing at all the things she had drawn. âThey are very pretty, you are quite the little artist!âÂ
The girl went on her way again, and Ellie was quickly pulled into her drawing again. Working hard on filling the page with scribbles in all the colours she had brought with her. She looked over to her juice box as she was getting thirsty, but realised that you hadnât opened it for her like usual.
She looks around thinking of what to do now, and then her eyes land on the blonde stranger, whoâs talking with a bunch of other girls a few tables over. Full of determination she grabs the juice box and trods over. She pokes her finger in the girlâs arm gently, âScuse me.â The blonde turns her way, âOh hi, sweetheart.âÂ
Ellie holds up her juice box, âCan you open this?â She takes the juice box from her hands. âI for sure can. Whatâs your name, sweetheart?â She starts the conversation while putting up the little ears of the juice box. âEllie and I am this many.â The girl holds up four fingers. âWow, four already, youâre such a big girl! My name is Alessia.â Alessia hands back the juice box by the ears with the straw sticking out. âEnjoy your juice, Ellie.â Ellie hugs Alessia, âThank you!âÂ
She walked back to the table you put her at, and she sipped on her juice box. As she was looking around the place, she saw some cakes being brought out. She followed the server intensely and watched the plates being put down at Alessiaâs table, she gaps and is off her chair instantly.
âLessia, can I please sit with you?â She put up her best puppy dog eyes. âYeah, thatâs alright. Beth, could you please grab Ellie a-â Ellie climbs into her lap before she can even finish her sentence. âThat works too.â She chuckles. Alessia introduces Ellie to her friends. While Ellie is trying hard to focus on her friends, she keeps being pulled in by the piece of cake sitting in front of her.Â
âEy Less, I think someone is eyeing your food.â A girl named Katie chuckles out. âOh is that why you came over?â Ellie quickly shakes her head, but when Alessia starts tickling her in her sides, she quickly confesses between giggles. âAlright, you can have a bite, go ahead.â
Your job interview went well, so well that they hired you instantly. That is why it took a little bit longer, because they wanted to show you around in the kitchen. You were excited to have been offered the job, and also to take a look around behind the scenes, but you were also eager to get back to your daughter.Â
When you walked back in your eyes fixed to your table instantly, but Ellie was nowhere to be seen. Only her colouring stuff, and the juice box were still laying on the table. Before you could panic, you heard the familiar sound of your daughterâs giggles.Â
She was sitting with a group of girls who looked to be around your age, and your nerves instantly settled, as you saw the way they were interacting with her and the way they had her laughing.
When you got closer, you noticed the chocolate creme covering her cheeks. âHey princess, what are you doing over here?â Ellie jumps off Alessiaâs lap instantly, âMommy, youâre back!â You chuckle, âHold it there, letâs clean you up first.â Alessia is quick to hand you a napkin. âThank you, and Iâm so sorry she interrupted your friendâs and ate your food. Iâll pay for everything.â
Alessia is quick to reject your offer. âNonsense, we were having a blast together, werenât we sweetheart?â Ellie nods eagerly, âYeah Mommy, Lessia and her friends play football. Can I play football?â You nod your head, âWe can look into it after we move, alright princess?â
Your daughter seemed to find that a good enough answer for now. âGo pack your stuff, I will be right there to help.â Ellie turns to Alessia, âThank you Lessia.â The woman smiles at your daughter, âIt was my pleasure, sweetheart.â
When Ellie is back at the table, you turn your attention to the woman you knew as Lessia. âThank you so much for your kindness, she seemed very happy chatting with you all. Are you sure I canât pay for your table?â Alessia shakes her head. âIt really isnât necessary, keep your money and put it towards your amazing daughter.â You thanked the kind stranger and helped back your daughterâs stuff back up.
You made the move over to London a month later, and Ellie was still on about football, so you had entered her in a local club, where she was having the time of her life, and made a bunch of new friends. Her team got picked to walk to be mascots to the Arsenal Womenâs team at Emirates Stadium, and your little girl could not be more excited.Â
You watched from the side with the rest of the parentâs as the kids lined up in the hall and watched the players arrive at the stadium. Ellie gasps when she sees a familiar face, âLessia!â Alessia looks surprised at first, it had been a while since she had heard that nickname, she follows the line of kids and lets her eyes fall on the little girl at the end. âEllie, sweetheart, what are you doing here?âÂ
Ellie begins telling her all about how she had started football and that her team got picked to be mascots. âThat is so cool! I have to go get ready now, but would you like to be my mascot?â Your little girl lit up. âYes please!â
Since you had only caught the name Lessia from your daughter, you hadnât been able to look up the footballer that inspired your daughter to want to play. Now seeing her about to play in this gigantic sold out stadium, you knew instantly that your kid had found her idol.
When Alessia walked past the parents she looked for you and when she finally did, she sent you a small wave before following her teammates. Ellie and the other kids got escorted to another room, and you immediately started googling who this Lessia really was. Your daughter had set her heart on the blonde, but she had also piqued your interest.Â
Your heart swelled with pride as you saw Ellie walking onto the pitch hand-in-hand with Alessia. The latter pointing you out in the crowd to your daughter. You waved to them both when Ellie spotted you. After, Ellie joined you in the stands to watch the match.
Arsenal got the win, and just like she had promised, Alessia found Ellie after the match. They shared a hug, and Alessia gifter her her jersey. âDid you like the match?â Alessia asked, kneeling down to her level.
Ellie nodded enthusiastically, âIt was amazing! You were so good, Lessia! I wanna play like you.â Alessia felt honoured to hear that Ellie looked up to her. âWith lots of practice, I am sure that you will one day!â
You chime in on their moment. âThank you so much, Alessia. This meant the world to her,â Alessia gets up again, âIt was my pleasure, sheâs an amazing little girl.â Before you could respond, Ellie got Alessiaâs attention again. âLessia, do you want to play football with me?â
You didnât expect her to say yes, after you had seen that she played for both Arsenal and England, at a top level, but her answer surprised you. âIf itâs alright with your mom, I would love that.â You chuckle at Ellieâs hopeful eyes, âOf course thatâs alright with me. If you give me your number, we can plan something later.â
The simple interaction of handing her your phone, had your cheeks flushed. She put in her number and sent a text message to herself. âAlright, Iâve got to go, but it was really great seeing you both here. Iâll text you and weâll make some plans!â
True to her word, Alessia texted you a couple hours after the match. Over the next couple of weeks, Alessia had come over a few times already. Footy in your backyard, was the new normal. When Alessia was there, youâd go to the park as well. But your little girl was fully obsessed with football. Wearing her Russo jersey paired with her favourite article of clothing, a poofy skirt.
You found yourself looking forward to Alessia coming over. As time passed, she didnât only come over for football, but she stayed for dinner, going out for picnics in the park, or lazy afternoons watching a movie. Not only Ellie was growing her bond with Alessia, but so were you. It got to the point where it wasnât weird for Alessia to stay until after Ellie went to bed. The two of you spent hours after talking until it got late.
One evening, after Ellie had drifted off to sleep, you found yourself sitting on the balcony with Alessia, the cool London breeze brushing past you both. âThank you for everything youâve done for us,â you said softly, turning to face her. âIt has made our move here so easy, and I could never have imagined seeing Ellie this happy in a new place so quickly.â
Alessia met your gaze, her eyes soft and sincere. âYou and Ellie have become a big part of my life,â she admitted. âIâm glad we met that day at the restaurant.â You felt a blush reaching your cheeks at her words, âSo am I.â
From that moment on, you and Alessia connected on a deeper level. It wasnât just about Ellie anymore, it might not even have been for a few weeks now, though of course Ellie was and always would be a big part of it. It was about the late-night talks, the shared meals, and the quiet moments that slowly turned into something more.
âDo you think I could take you on a date some time?â Alessia asked nervously. âIâd love that.âÂ
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⤡â§âË hiromi higuruma helps his bratty sub study for her bar exam.
â â˘Â° ੠â° â warning readers discretion is advised â black reader with descriptors, female anatomy described, her/she pronouns, usage of y/n, reader is a law student, mentions of reader being the child of a judge, mentions of law, dom!hiromi, sub!reader, reader described to be very feminine and bratty, no cursed au, dom x sub dynamic, usage of toys (vibrating panties), oral (reader receiving), pet names (good girl, doll), mentions of pubes, praise kink (academical), bonus after care scene, written in third pov (hiromiâs), mdni
sticky note from deja â sometimes i think about dom hiromi higuruma and just sigh happily.
Hiromi passed his bar exam with flying colors. He didnât do study groups. Simply studied alone and prioritized his time to balance being a law clerk, studying, and socializing to ensure a law firm hired him. But this woman didnât do any of that and frankly, he was even shocked that she still wanted to pursue law at all. She graduated from law school with a high GPA, and wonderful recommendations from amazing professors, and her father was a prominent judge. Many can assume that her pretty looks and her legacy surname got her where she is today, but Hiromi has observed her in her element and when she was in her element she was a beast.Â
So the older lawyer had no clue why she came to him with law books in her arm, her tote bag slung on her shouldersâtight coils sprawled on her head like a crown, and a tight suede tracksuit on as if she was stepping into her law class. But of course, when she had a problem, she came to him. When she needed a quick nut, she came to him. Needing someone to vent about when it came to her class rival, she came to him. Now it seemed she needed help studying for the exam and who did she come to, him.
But as an hour and thirty minutes went by, the young woman was not soaking up the information that Hiromi was going over. His eyes bored into the notebook, flashcards, and textbooks scattered across his desk. She watches as she twirls her pink pen around her fingers reading over the notes she jolted down, but he can just tell by the crinkle of her eyebrows that the information wasnât going through that thick skull of hers. It wasnât that he didnât believe she knew the information because she did. But he doubted sheâd remember it for the exam. He leaned back into his comfortable black desk chair trying to rack his brain with a better studying technique before eventually he got an idea. An imaginary light bulb lit up over the top of the lawyerâs head.
âI think I have an idea.â He spoke out, causing her to stop her highlightingâwhich he was hoping she would do because the scent of the highlighter was already giving him a headache simply because she just had to have scented ones.Â
This one smells like strawberries, smell it? Those were her exact words forty-five minutes ago as he was going over some laws on family laws.Â
âWill it help me feel like the information Iâm consuming is sticking and staying in my brain?âÂ
âPossibly,â was the only thing Hiromi answered before pulling himself out of his seat and disappearing from his office.
It was three things the woman that sat across from him enjoyed. Shopping, her fatherâs credit card, and sexual pleasure. If Hiromi had any more knowledge of psychology, he would have labeled Y/N as a nymphomaniac.Â
When returned with the red velvet box, he sat the box on the table and she perked up happily, possibly thinking that this was a sparkly diamond necklace for her.Â
âA gift? Aw, this definitely will help.â Her plush glossed lips spread into a smile. She claps her hands together in excitement sitting up in the chair.Â
âItâs not a necklace, doll.â He points out. She opened the box revealing the black lace underwear that had a vibrator inside of them.Â
He was going to use these at their anniversary dinner as a sub and dog duo, but he guessed he had to come up with another idea to make their dinner interesting. His gloomy eyes watched as her eyes lit up like fuckinâ fireworks. His assumption was right. He watches as she simply stands up ready to remove her underwear eagerly.
âI do think a quick sex session will help me focus a bit more. This is why I came to you. At first, I was going to join that one guy who knows Nanami's study group, but in my mindâI just knew you would have a better study idea.â She giggled as her hand went to untie her tracksuit bottoms to change into the other panties.
âNo, weâre not doing that. Put the panties on and sit back down.â He scattered around his desk to give her time to change into the vibrating panties.Â
He thought she was going to argue against what he said, but she didnât. As quiet as can be, sheâs shuffling to remove her underwear and replace it with the sexual treat that Hiromi graced upon her. While she changed, Hiromi was looking for the notebook that he used when he was studying for his bar exam. He knew it had a bunch of mock bar exam questions on there and thought they would help. When he found the book, he walked back to his desk and Y/N sat patiently waiting for him, she went back to reading her textbook without a care.Â
Hiromi removed the box from the table, placing it on the ledge behind him after he grabbed the remote. He slammed the notebook on the table that looked like itâs been through centuries of war. He liked keeping it because it showed how far he had come from a law student to one of the best lawyers in the city. He skimmed through the pages before finding a page he wanted to start on.Â
âA defendant is being prosecuted for conspiracy to possess methamphetamine with intent to distribute. At trial, the government seeks to have its agent testify to a conversation that he overheard between the defendant and a co-conspirator regarding the incoming shipment of a large quantity of methamphetamine. That conversation was also audiotaped, though critical portions of it are inaudible. The defendant objects to the testimony of the agent on the ground that it is not the best evidence of the conversation.â He pauses briefly to look at Y/N across from him. âIs the testimony of the agent admissible?âÂ
He watches as she brings her French tip manicured finger to her chin to think. He had a feeling she knew the answer, she told him about the paper she had done about admissible evidence. But as he watches her shoulders go upward and downward in an âI donât knowâ manner, Hiromi lets out a sigh before pressing the remote. The silence in his office was disrupted by the sound of the vibration. He watches as she jerks forward provocatively. He leans back in his seat.
âYou know the answer to this, stop being a smart ass.â Hiromiâs slender fingers toyed with the small remote watching as she was withering forward in attempting to mask her moan.
âItâll be admissible,â She breathes out.Â
âWhy?â Hiromi asked.Â
For a quick second, he can see a glint of sexual frustration in her eyes. This was the first sexual encounter in a while due to him restricting them from it. He had a huge case coming up and she had to study for the bar exam. Sex would cloud their judgment on the tasks they had to do.Â
âThe best evidence rule does not require proof of the conversation through the audiotape.âÂ
He presses the button on the remote making the vibrator stop. âGood girl. I knew you knew that.â His lips crack a smile and he watches as she recomposes herself.Â
âNext question.â Hiromi flips through the pages in his notebook. âHypothetically thinking, say a person broke into a closed building to solely seek refuge due to a snowstorm. Can this person be convicted of burglary if thatâs her defense?â His fingers were itching to press the button, but he had to hear her answer first.
âNo.âÂ
âWhy? Come on baby, you know theyâre going to ask why?âÂ
âIâm not sure, let me think.âÂ
It didnât take long before Hiromi pressed the button. Her moans echoed within the study while clasping her thighs closed to engulf the sudden vibration from the panties she wore. She falls back into the seat across from him and her body arches off of it briefly before sheâs finally croaking out an explanation.Â
âBurglary requires the intent to commit a crime upon entering a building and seeking shelter from a storm is not a criminal act. So, this hypothetical person can validate her claim.âÂ
âThatâs right. Youâre doing amazing with these questions. Just need it to stick in your brain, thatâs all.â He reassures Y/N with a smile.
The quizzing went on for about thirty minutes, but Hiromi had lost track of time when he felt how tight his cock felt in his slacks. He was sure she had orgasmed multiple times from the vibrating panties just by the way her eyes drooped, her body slouching in the leather seat she was in, and the fact that he could see her hardened nipples through the sports bra after she had unzipped the hoodie of her tracksuit. She had this tendency where if he wasnât touching her during little sessions, she had to touch herself. Which she did, right across from himâeach time he flicked the remove on causing the vibrating on her pussy, she'd pinch her marbled nipples while uttering out a response to a random law question.Â
âI think you deserve a break for today. You still have the weekend to study,â He pointed out as he tossed the remote back into its box. âCome here.âÂ
Sheâs hesitant at first and Hiromi can tell just by the way her lips part to argue and her eyebrows frown together. She wasnât sure if she should cave and come forward or stay put just to feel the vibrating in between her thighs again. She knew that he knew she always defied him in some way just to get a rise out of him, but todayâit seems her head was screwed on right. After all, Hiromi didnât have to help Y/N study. Helping her study wasnât a part of the contract, but he didâin such an odd sexy manner that caused her to be soaked between her thighs.Â
As she tiptoed around the wooden desk, she was peeling off her clothes so provocatively that Hiromi couldnât help but swallow the harsh knot that formed in his throat. He couldnât wait for himself to be buried so far in between her sumptuous thighs that the only thing he could smell on his top lip was her essence. Hiromi spread his muscular thighs so that she could take place between themâlooking down at him like she was Aphrodite and he was a man that she had just placed under a spell due to her elegance. His hand grabs her waist letting his hands caress every bump and curve of her body that he was obsessed with. From the stretch marks that decorate her mahogany skin to the small mole that was right near her belly button.Â
âYou drive me fuckinâ insane,â Hiromi finds himself saying. His dark eyes scan at how her lips spread into a grin.Â
He grabs her, placing her on his desk without a sweat. The sound of textbooks and notebooks echoed through the office as he pulled himself further under the table. Her legs gaped so provocatively that in Hiromiâs mind, the Lady Justice statue on the shelf on his left probably wanted to clutch her pearls. Hiromi placed subtle kisses on her legs starting from her ankle which was decorated bejeweled with a diamond anklet.Â
âYouâre stalling. You know how much I want you right now, and youâre stalling.â The law student breathes as she leans back on the weight of her arms.Â
Hiromi watches as her chest begins to rise rapidly with each kiss growing closer to her pussy. Her words went into one ear and out the other for the lawyer and when he was finally face to face with what his mouth salivated for, his eyes met with hers. Her eyes were pleading for something. A kiss. A nibble. A lick. Hell, even a blow. Anything to soothe the aching feeling on her clit. Y/Nâs hand went down to palm at the wetness in between her thighs, so eager and impatientâbut the stern lawyer stopped her.Â
âDonât fucking touch yourself, Y/N.â He commands.Â
And there goes the tone she was longing for. Oh, that authoritarian tone that made her pussy clench when he used it. She relaxes under his touch and lets him do his work. âIf youâre going to take so long, I might as well finish off by myself.â Y/N comments.Â
âYou talk so much, do you love hearing yourself talk?âÂ
âAnd you are doing so much talking for a man whose mouth should be stuffed with my pusââ
Her words were interrupted by the feeling of Hiromiâs tongue dragging upon her panties. He pulled them to the side swiftly and finally was granted what he wanted all along. The flat of his tongue licks up her pussy lips collecting her juices like a man that was deprived of water for days. He moans at the taste of her and his hands grab at her waist to pull her closer. His eyes flutter close as heâs lapping at her puffy pussy lips at the sound of her moans. Her fingers entangled in his hair as her hips grind against his face. She wasnât sure what was turning her on more. The way his face was buried into her pussy or how attractive it looked as his nose was nuzzling against her pubes.Â
âFuck.â She moans out, her toes curling at the feeling of his tongue flicking her clit.Â
Hiromi detaches himself from her briefly, peppering soft kisses on her trembling thighs before devouring her whole again. The thing about Hiromi is that he knew how her body would react to certain things. He knew how her pussy clenched around his cock when he gave her neck a little squeeze. He knew that she was in between a squirter and creamer depending on the task. Squirting when heâs fingering her with a vibrator practically glued upon her clit. Creamer when heâs forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her after begging him to cum inside her (but to Hiromi, having his cum inside her is merely a privilege). So of course, he knew using his tongue to trace alongside the drooling entrance of her pussy was going to have her pushing herself forward for more. The mere feeling of his tongue invading her in such a manner that had her a trembling and whimpering mess was something Hiromi knew about her.Â
Hiromi lets out a moan at how good she tastes. The taste of Y/N has graced his tongue countless times and he still ate her out as if it was the best meal he has tasted. With each squirm in his arms, heâs flicking his tongue slower on her clit. With each moan of his name that slips by her plush lips, heâs granting her more licks and sucks. He wanted to see her come undone right here. He could feel it just by the way her thighs were poorly attempting to entrap his head by shutting them.Â
He lets out an annoyed sigh after he removes himself from her pussy, âDo you want to cum, Y/N?âÂ
âI do. I want to cum.â She whines.
âThen fuckinâ act like it.âÂ
Y/N obediently nods, her snarky comment jammed into her throat before she let Hiromi spread her thighs even wider than what they were before. Her clit throbbing to be in his mouth again and he graciously granted her wish. Like a deprived man, Hiromi snuggled his nose back into her pubes as if he belonged there. Y/N was aware that Hiromi knew she was about to cum. He had this tendency to hold onto her as if she would turn into dust in his arms���as if he didnât want to let her go. Thatâs what he was currently doing as her orgasm was spilling over. One hand gripping her in place (that she knew would leave a bruise) and the other palming his hardened cock through his pants.
Just with the flick of his tongue, an explosive feeling causes Y/N to let out a dragged-out moan. Her back lays back on the desk as Hiromiâs tongue helps her ride out the orgasm. Her French pedicured toes curl at the feeling of that fiery pit in her stomach shattering so intensely it brought tears to her eyes. Her fingers tugged at his black strands of hair as if they were a handle holding her up from falling. When she heard him remove himself from her with a pop, Hiromi leaned back in his seat with a huge satisfied grin on his face.
After Y/N came down from the euphoria of cumming in Hiromiâs mouth, she sat up on her elbows with a pleased look on her face. She knew after any sexual intercourse with the high-profile lawyer, he just had to include aftercare in the special package. He may have gotten off at the thought of seeing her tied up with rope, handcuffed to his headboard, or mouth gagged with his cockâbut he was very serious when it came to aftercare. The two soon settled for a bath to end the evening. The warmth of the water engulfed their bodies as they were in the large bathtub filled with scented soap and rose petals. Hiromiâs head fell back to be met with the marbled tile and he let out a relaxing sigh, the scent of Y/N lingering on his upper lip and tongue.Â
âI have a confession to make..â Y/N leans further back on him, relaxing under the warmth of both the water and Hiromiâs body.Â
âHm.â He hums lightly letting his eyes flutter back open.
âIâm actually well prepared for the bar exam. Took a practice bar exam a week ago and according to my professorâif it was the real one, I would have passed.â She happily sighs letting her fingers play with the bubbles in the tub.Â
âWhat?â Hiromi glares at the back of her head with a displeased look.
âI woke up this morning with a student and tutor sex fantasy, silly.âÂ
âYou will be the death of me.âÂ
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could i request âmeanâ eddie and reader going swimming somewhere and maybe sheâs in her swimsuit and someone says something that makes him jealous? also just want to say i love you writing sm!!! <3
hi, lovely! thanks so much for your request and your kind words!! i hope you like it xoxo (1.7k)
bug's summer fic fest âĄ
Eddie canât stop staring at you.
Itâs not like itâs his fault, though. Youâre all sprawled out beside him in a plastic lounge chair, clad only in a bathing suit that leaves little to the imagination. Itâs an all-black number with little white bats all over it, clinging to you like it was made to do it.
Itâs a wonder the two of you even made it to Hawkins Community Pool, honestly. Eddie's thoughts verge on obscene at the sight of you. But then again, they tend to when you're on his mind.
You lay with your hands folded above your head, totally surrendering yourself to the golden sunlight. It gives Eddie the opportunity to gaze at you fully â even though sometimes he thinks heâs already memorized you by now.
He analyzes you like itâs the first time heâs ever seen you, like youâre the last thing heâll ever see.
The pudge of the top of your breast spills over the hem of your bikini. The skin of your stomach bulges underneath your high-waisted bottoms. The fullness of your thighs begins to glow beneath the glittering daylight.
He commits all of this to memory and figures maybe thatâs what the sunâs doing too, as it paints your skin more golden.
He doesnât know how he got you.Â
But he hopes your eyes are closed behind your thick glasses. Or, at the very least, that they block your view of him. Eddie knows heâs unabashedly staring at you, but he also knows he canât stop. He doesnât want his ogling to be met with your teasing â even if he is deserving of it.
The Lord of the Rings book in his hands goes quickly abandoned. Itâs a feat he even made it to page fifty. Heâs flipped through it enough times to memorize it, though. Sort of like you.
Like the novel, he could read you a million times and never get bored. The only real difference is he finds you much, much sexier than printed words on a page.
âI can feel you staring, you know?âÂ
Your voice jolts him from his stupor, light and golden like the slowly setting sun. Your words are nearly drowned out by the sounds of the bustling pool â screaming kids, splashing water, and people trying to converse over it all.
Eddieâs far too attuned to you not to hear you, though.
Youâre not looking at him, but he can see the corner of your lip quirk in a slight half-smile.
âCan you?â he deadpans, turning back to his book like he hadnât been looking at you at all.
The words are all mush, though. Heâll blame it on the stifling summer heat. He was the idiot out here in a black t-shirt and trunks, after all.
âYeah,â you nod.
He sees your smile completely when you turn to look at him. The sun pierces through your amber lenses, making your eyes more visible beneath them. Youâve got one eye squinted to evade the blinding light. The beam you wear is somehow brighter.
ââS like spidey senses, you know? I can always tell when youâre looking at me, Munson.â
Eddie wants to be embarrassed at the thought. He knows that youâre joking â if only just the slightest bit â but it makes him think about all the other times heâs shamelessly gawked at you. He spent years doing it before you ever got together.
Many of his high school years were spent paying more attention to you than his homework. He thinks maybe thatâs why he had such a hard time graduating.
âYouâre saying my girlfriendâs a superhero?â the boy jokes, brows raised behind his curly bangs and chocolate eyes going wide. They look more golden in the sunlight, and they twinkle with mischief.
âUh-huh,â you hum with a wider smile than before. âYou didnât know?â
He shakes his head. Some of his curls still stick to him, damp with the sweat beading on his milky skin. âNo. I can confidently say that I didnât.â
âGood. It was supposed to be a secret, anyway.â
Eddie doesnât mean to laugh, but he does.
Itâs a sharp exhale through his nose more than anything, paired with a crooked pink smile. He wishes he knew how much of a dork you were a year ago. He mightâve asked you out sooner.
âBrush up on your spidey senses before you go out patrolling the neighborhood, alright, Spiderwoman?â he jests in a monotone, turning the page of his book even though he hadnât actually read it. ââCause I totally wasnât staring at you.â
You know heâs lying.
And itâs not just because you could feel it â even though you think his button-eyed gaze can be palpable in its attentiveness at times. But what you lacked in superhero senses, you made up for in awareness of all things Eddie Munson.Â
You knew when he got quiet that he was in his own head. And being that you hadnât heard a single page turn in several minutes, you figured his eyes mustâve been on something other than the book in his hands.
Your quip was hardly more than a lucky guess, really.
âGood,â you hum as you flip over onto your stomach. Your backside had been completely deprived of sunlight before now. You prop yourself up on your elbows and lift your sunglasses to the top of your head. Your teasing gaze is no longer amber-coated. ââCause that would mean you find me attractive.â
âAnd that would just be a travesty, wouldnât it?â Eddie scoffs.
He looks over at you again and finds your changed position. Your back is pointed towards the sun now, the very bottom of your ass on full display. Your thighs are indented softly from the slatted chair beneath you.
He canât pry his eyes off the combination of the two despite knowing youâre watching him right back.
âItâs okay if you have the hots for me, Eds,â you tell him, feigning sympathy. âIâd only make fun of you a little bit.â
Eddie stays silent for half a moment too long, then shakes his head to dismiss the thought. âDonât flatter yourself, sweetheart. Itâs just the heat.â
You scoff. âYeah. Letâs blame the way youâre ogling at me on sunstroke.â
He still finds it a bit difficult to be your boyfriend sometimes â or just a boyfriend. And itâs not because of you. Not in the slightest. He just sort of put a wall around himself when he was younger. Heâs been behind it so long heâs forgotten how to let people back in. Â
And even though he hasnât said it yet, he loves the goddamn shit outta you. But for some reason, he canât let himself be vulnerable in that way â canât even ask to touch you without coming up with some lame excuse that covers up all his vulnerable-ness.
âYou, uh⌠You put sunscreen on, right?â he asks, shifting slightly in his chair. He spares a brief glance your way from the corner of his eye, halfway concealed by the fluffy brown curls framing his face.
âYeah?â you answer with pinched brows. âRight after I forced you to put some on, remember?â
He scrunches his nose as he squints at you. It takes everything in you not to lean over and kiss the tip of it. âI donât know,â the boy singsongs as he tilts his head to his shoulder. âI donât remember it, actuallyâŚâ
âThen maybe youâre the one that needs to get checked out, Eds.â
âI think I should just put some lotion on your back,â he summarizes with a shrug, already rising from his chair to swing his legs over the side of it. âYou know, just to be safe.â
The teasing glint in his eyes makes you grin. You trap your bottom lip between your teeth to dim its brightness, lest how happy he makes you go to his head.
Your feet lift in their air and twist together with a girlish excitement. It makes your ass wiggle gently. Eddie swears youâre doing it just to tease him.
âGet my legs, too, while youâre at, yeah?â you quip.
Eddie reaches for the tote beside your chair with an effervescence that can only be described as a boy on Christmas morning â his present: the opportunity to touch you. He rises again with the blue bottle in his hand.
A low whistle sounds from behind the both of you.
âLooking good, sweetheart,â Billy compliments with a smirk as he walks by your chair. Heâs in his lifeguard uniform â a pair of red swim trunks and his toned, golden torso.
He lifts his sunglasses from his face and rests them on top of his curled mullet. His crystal blue eyes gape at you, far sharper than Eddieâs chocolate syrup ones.
âBite me, Hargrove,â you deadpan in response.
âI like the sound of that,â he laughs, chomping spearmint gum between his pearly white teeth. He spins on his flip-flops and walks backward to keep ogling at you. âJust give me the word and Iâm yours, darlinâ.â
He disappears in the bustling crowd after that, fading like rubbed-in sunscreen. You forget about him the second heâs gone.
Heâs always been an asshole like that. Itâd be a rookie mistake to give more than half a shit about him. But Eddie still feels the boyâs presence like a mean, lean, green monster full of envy. Itâs like heâs still there â close enough to punch, even.
He isnât sure if itâs the heat or if heâs actually seeing red.
âWhat an asshole,â you murmur under your breath.
âIâm gonna kill him,â Eddie snaps.
âWhoa,â you drawl within a laugh. âSlow your roll, tiger.â
The boy's eyes go wide as he looks over at you again. âIâm not even sure what I just said, honestly.â
âYouâre a dork who plays Dungeons and Dragons, remember? You canât start talking about fighting Billy Hargrove.â
âYeah. Youâre probably right,â he sighs, rigid body finally loosening with the heavy exhale. He squints at you after. âYou donât think I could take him?â
âI donât thank you have to,â you lilt.
âThatâs such a non-answer, babe.â
âIâm just saying,â you giggle with a shrug. âIâm asking you to feel me up, Eds. Not that creep.â
A rosy smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, smug and full of love.
You meet it with a grin of your own.Â
âCâmon, Iâm burning to a crisp over here,â you urge, shifting in the chair just to make your thighs jiggle in the way you know Eddie likes.
His eyes glaze over at the sight â one heâs seen a million times now â and you know itâs done the trick.
âLetâs give Hargrove a show, yeah?â
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fighting dogs & crying wolves
remus thinks you're oblivious to his condition despite your bias towards wolves. maybe you love wolves a bit more than he thinks.
part two for dogs or deers? or rats? (both can be read as standalones) (some parts may feel weird, though not anything major)
words: 1.9k
genre: fluff(?), lil bit angst, hurt/comfort, it's all happy ending
warnings: remus has self depreciating thoughts, mention of injuries
a/n: i imagine the end scene (these 1 , 2) very similar to the peter and gwen scene when he's in her bed injured because I'm kinda obsessed
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Remus was tired today. The moon would greet him soon, their monthly encounter on the way. He has taken a habit of personifying his tormentor. To see the moon as just the moon seemed to torture him more. Your hands were on his face more than he could count. That's how it always is. He had learned quickly enough that you loved through your touches, through your actions. He finds it funny when you worry that they (the boys) don't know how much you love them, it's a silly question anyway, but it pains him to understand how much you love him. This time he doesn't have to personify his torment.Â
The lights are harsh on his pages and he looks up to search for the switch, James knows his cue and gets up to change them. Remus smiles and James feels proud, it's a silly thing.Â
You're sleeping, well you're trying to sleep, your head on a pillow that's laid over his legs. He had asked you to sleep on his lap, "I don't want to interrupt your reading." you had reasoned.Â
Sirius opens the door rather loudly but settles down when he senses the quiet environment, his eyes darting to your sleeping figure.
He grimaces, "Sorry," a loud whisper, which only elicited an amused smile on your face.
Sirius wouldn't dare wake you up, but if he has already done half the damage, he is not giving up the chance of a cuddle.
He slowly climbs on the bed, pushes his head between the space of Remus' and his book and steals a kiss.Â
Sirius smiles against his lips and Remus thinks of the moon again. He had been trying to do less of that lately, to cover his moments of happiness with a blanket of moonlight. Poetic, he thinks.
Sirius makes himself comfortable, his hands wrapped around your waist, impatient for you to be near him. You don't open your eyes to see who it is, it's very clear which one your boyfriends it will be.
He buries his face at the crook of your neck and you complain,
"Clingy."
Sirius whines and nuzzles further into his space before extracting himself to confront you,
"No."
You open one of your eyes, a teasing smile on your lips and of course he plants a kiss, how could he not, you looked so lovely in his arms.Â
"You know what, why don't you tell me what your favourite animal is. I should know who I'm competing with."
Your eyes are closed again, but the smile on your lips is permanent.
"It's not a dog." you say in a matter-of-factly tone. Sirius rolls his eyes, "What is it then? A cat ?" James says, dramatising his tone when he says the word cat, like it could cause a scandal.
You sigh heavily and cast a mock remorseful look at Sirius, "No matter how many dog themed trinkets you bring me, it won't change my opinion. I'm sorry, okay?"
"And also, no, it isn't a cat. Though I do like them a lot." You truly ponder for a moment about what your favourite animal could be, but your mind comes up blank.
"I don't know honestly, I've never been much of an animal person."
Somehow, that statement feels too personal to Remus. It's silly, he thinks.
Sirius thinks of something, possibly something that Remus wouldn't like.
"What about wolves?"
A fraction of a second passes and a million things cross Remus' mind. He thinks how he's going to kill Sirius, he thinks how tired he is, he thinks how you're going to leave him now, and by proxy James and Sirius too. Because he unfortunately knew they would stick by his side. He thinks how much pain he will cause, just because he's this creature.
"I like wolves. Actually, I really like wolves. Did you know dogs and wolves belong in the same family? They're both canines."
Sirius' smile is too wide, he thinks. He suppresses it a little, enjoying your little ramble.
"I'm aware, darling." he says, his fingers slowly caressing Remus' thighs, a futile comforting gesture. Nothing could calm the erratic beating of his heart.Â
"Maybe we can bond over that. We both like wolves, in our own way, and you can forgive me for not liking dogs."
Sirius wanted to take your face and pepper you with kisses. He wanted to laugh at how what you just said is probably true. You both do love a wolf, that is something you two bond over.Â
"Do you remember learning about werewolves?" James speaks up after calming himself down for Remus' sake.
"Yeah, pretty cool stuff." You say casually, as much nonchalance as you can muster.
Remus holds back a scoff, "Cool? How is it cool?"Â
"I dunno. Seems pretty cool. I'd like to know how it's like" you take a pause, your hands gesturing to explain, a pathetic attempt to calm your nerves, "how it's like to turn into an animal, or something of that sort, you know?"
"You could become an animagus." He says, his voice defensive. He doesn't know why. James casts a look at Remus, his nervous expression barely hidden, as often the case was with him.
"Yeah, but that's elective. I just wonder what it's like." Your voice goes quieter, sensing the tension in the air, you might have an idea on why it's present.
"You don't think it's strange?" His words are tentative, testing the waters.
"I'm sure it is. I don't understand why we have to be mean about it. Just seems like baseless prejudice." you're facing him now, a bit worried at his words. Your eyes searched his face, though he couldn't figure out what you wanted to find.
"They're pretty dangerous."
"Anyone can be dangerous, Rem. If they want to be. And wouldn't it unfair to cast someone as dangerous over something they can't control?" you ask. rhetorically, shaking your head as you get up to kiss him goodnight, another one to James before covering your face with your blanket, cozying yourself into Sirius. His gaze is still insistent on Remus.Â
Remus' hands reach your head and he runs his long fingers through your hair, a slight hint of a smile present on his lips.
..
This would be one of the worst times Remus' would look back on. These past few months had become so easy, with his pack, his friends by his side, taming down the wolf. But he had been too much in his head this time. Not aware of his surroundings, his thoughts covered by you.Â
He had gotten too far and Padfoot or Prongs couldn't reach him anymore, James had told him.
His scars were too visible, again. His eyelids felt heavy with pain. Madam Pomfrey had been generous with her potions, doing everything in her favor to heal him. It had worked, his scars had faded, not entirely gone, but they weren't so ugly anymore. They're not ugly Rem, your voice echoed in his mind. He smiles despite himself. These sentences had become sort of like automatic responses in his mind, James, Sirius and your words, one after the other to counter his misery.
It was early morning, and today there had been plans to go to Hogsmeade. Sirius had promised he would take care of the situation. Remus' always felt guilty when they would cover up his lies. But today was too much of an exhausting day to worry.
Maybe he'll tell you tomorrow, or later. Or you would be gone before he has a chance. Maybe that's the best option, he thinks, the last thing on his mind as he drifts to sleep.Â
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He's awoken to a soft touch on his cheek, he dreads opening his eyes. Pomfrey is going to have to bandage him up this time, the wounds are too severe. He winces the second his muscles have to move,
"Oh no, I'm so sorry." His eyes fly open, his ears alert to the familiar voice.
"Shh, lay down." You push his shoulder gently to the bed, and hold up a bag,Â
"I was already in Hogsmeade. Thought I'd bring over your favourites."
A bag full of chocolates. Remus smiles weakly even though his entire being is filled with fear. His eyes are watching every move of yours, how your fingers twitch when they're near him. If he didn't know you, he would misinterpret it as disgust, or annoyance, but he knew better.Â
"But first, we have to dress you up." You say softly, your eyes smiling at him. It always felt like that, whenever you looked at him.
Your hands were tentative, too careful and gentle than needed. He was used to it, the pain. But he didn't say anything, just watched you figure it out, welcoming the gentle approach.Â
As your hands apply the balm to his wounds, he audibly winces, which causes you to wince and pull your hands back. You look at him sorrowfully, "Did I hurt you too much?" He shakes his head no. He would have laughed at your question some other time, Not more than me, dove. That is, if he wasn't terrified.Â
"You know," your voice is quiet, just above a whisper, "I'd really like to know what kind of dog you've been fighting, just about every month." your eyes flicker, a knowing sadness enveloping them.Â
His eyes sombered. A wave of guilt and sadness covered them, a slight frown on his forehead, but his eyes never left yours.
She knows, Remus realises.
He doesn't know why he assumed you wouldn't. You're smart, perceptive, kind. He should have known why you didn't question their monthly disappearances. He should have known why your touches were more frequent around the full moons.Â
He always brushed it off. Hopeful thinking. It must be a coincidence. He had hoped too much, too illogically. He had indulged his wishful thinking in hopes of not having to confront you, he supposed that is his fault.
He found himself more guilty of the fact that he had hid something from you, rather than you knowing the truth.
It was a surprising realisation, yet also not.Â
He should have known, really. He should have told you himself.Â
His hands raise to hold the side of your face, his touch a bit too harsh as he pulls you closer, his hands less in his control. His thumbs run across your damp cheeks, tears he had just noticed.
"I'm sorry." He whispers, his words a bit wobbly, unsure of his own voice. Your forehead rests against his, and you tilt your head to kiss him. He hesitated, just for a second, but pulled you back in when you tried to distance yourself.
The air is heavy with tension and unspoken revelations, "I don't care about your dog fights, Remus. You should know that."
Remus is grateful for the metaphor James had coined. He didn't know if he could handle the direct words, the intensity of the truth. He'll tell you every single detail, as long as it takes, as much as it scared him, or hurt him. Maybe he'll tell you tonight, or tomorrow, or maybe the day after. It doesn't really matter anyway.Â
"And no more hiding in hospital when it hurts you too much."Â
He nodded, repressing a smile at the dog metaphor.
"I'm beginning to think this dog and I are in an abusive relationship."
You laugh, and he's glad to hear the sound, his own mouth mimicking yours.
"I'll fight all your dogs, baby." You brush away his hair from his forehead to see him better, a small scar hidden by his hair revealing itself.
"I don't think Sirius will appreciate that."
You roll your eyes, "Who cares what he thinks."
"Oh, you have so much you don't know."
"What else is there to know?" You look at him questioningly.Â
Remus chuckles and pulls you in to kiss you again,
"You will get all your answers, dove. I promise."
"But-"
"There are some things that that pretty little head of yours can't figure out."
"Huh-" You don't get to say much, because he shuts you up, his smiling lips on yours.Â
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How to Train your Demon
Pairing: trueform! Sukuna x Fem Reader
Summary: Life has all kinds of wins and losses. You don't know which category to put your new demon husband in though.
Tags: MDNI!, red string of fate trope, true form sukuna, librarian reader, soul mates, reincarnation, accidental summoning, love at first sight (but it's one-sided (until it's not)), Sukuna is demon, but he's v much in love, smut and stuff eventually i guess....
Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.
Revisit rule: "Don't Show Fear"?
Your whole day soured at the notion of you not being able to get the book as soon as you had hoped. Your mind raced at the possibilities that would happen if it was gone for good, but you had to think of happy thoughts as patrons began to ask you if you were feeling alright on the job. You hadnât expected your emotions to show so openly on your face.Â
Uraume did not interfere with your work at all. If you had made a wincing sound loud enough for them to hear, their head would dart to your attention, silently asking if you needed their assistance. You would shake your head to assure them you were doing just fine, and then Uraume would stick their nose back in their book. They seemed to be earnestly reading, absorbing the information from one non fiction novel to the next in astonishing speed. You think they must have finished at least two books by the third hour of your shift.Â
The only time you lost sight of Uraume was when Kento made a surprise comeback to the front desk.Â
âMr. Nanami? Donât tell me you finished all those books already?âÂ
He gave you a weary smile. Yuuji was no longer on his hip, but instead holding his hand with an apologetic frown.Â
âI left my favorite jacket here. We had to come back to get it,â Yuuji mumbled.Â
âOh thatâs not a problem. Iâm sure itâs in the kid section right where you left it. There hasnât been that many people today,â you assured them. To make the boy feel better, you led him to the last place you saw him, holding out your own hand for him to take. Thatâs when Nanami saw your foot and tried to make you stay back.Â
âTrust me, I want to move around. Iâve been stuck up there pretty much all day,â you waved Nanami off.Â
Just as you expected, Yuujiâs beloved jacket was crumbled up on one of the colorful beanbags in the reading zone. He dropped your hand to dash towards it. Once Yuuji collected his belongings he ran back to you with a running hug that almost knocked you off of your feet.Â
âThank you!â He gushed.Â
âYuuji, be careful!â He peeled the young boy with the strength of two men off of your body. âIâm sorry about that. Are you sure youâre alright?âÂ
âKento, Iâm fine. Now go have fun at the beach for me,â you smiled.Â
You waved them off for the second time. On your trip back to your desk is when you noticed that Uraume was nowhere to be found. They werenât sitting at the desk that they have been reading at, or skimming through the shelves when you did a quick look around.Â
As you plopped back to the front desk, Jess popped up from the office space behind you.Â
âYou wanna work back here for now? Iâll take the front. Youâre moving around too much for my liking.â
She practically wheeled you to the back before you could agree, but you knew it would be better for you.Â
âHave you seen that one person with white hair?â
âNot in a while. Why, you think they're sketchy?â
âNo no, I was just curious.â The last thing you needed was attention on Uraume, because more attention on them would lead to Sukuna. Since they found their way to the library, you had no doubt that they would get home safely.Â
Now in the back, or the Book Nursery as your library liked to call it, you scanned the stack of new novels that you have not seen before.Â
âWhen did this delivery come in?âÂ
âI just picked it up from the donation box,â Jess explained. Your shoulders dropped at her words and she gave you a concerned look. âDo you want to go home? You donât live too far. I can drop you off and have somebody cover me for twenty minutes while I come back.â
âI canât make you do that,â you shook your head. You got comfortable in your chair and picked the first book in the stack. It was a childrenâs book that had the plastic covering torn to shreds and a few loose pages. All it needed was a little TLC and it would be as good as new. âIâm fine. Just a little tired. Iâll be okay back here.âÂ
âIf you say so,â she said, unconvinced. âHolla if you need me.âÂ
Being away from the needs of the public was exactly what you needed. With quiet music playing in your headphones, you were in the groove of putting books back together until your shift was over. You had gotten through half of the stack and most of them were salvageable. When Jess rapped on the door to tell you that it was time to leave, your mood was noticeably lifted.Â
Right before Jess dropped you off at your house, she gently held your hand.Â
âIf your new man does anythingâ and I mean anythingâ that breaks your heartâŚâ
âYouâll be the first to know,â you promised.Â
âGood. Call me if you need anything!âÂ
Once inside, you were greeted to the sounds sourcing from the kitchen and the living room. Your TV was on with a show that you didnât recognize at first until you saw the familiar opening sequence of none other than Hannibal. You smirked at the screen, passing it to see what Sukuna could possibly up to in the kitchen, especially when you had listed that place as off limits.Â
âMy lord, you can no longer use that knife. She doesnât like meat or residue from meat in her meals. We will have to wash them or retrieve new utensils,â Uruame softly reminded.
âSome meat would do her good,â Sukuna grumbled. Still, he grabbed a new knife like Uraume said and began to chop the vegetables in front of him. He squinted at the cookbook propped up at the corner of the countertop before giving up and telling Uraume to read it outloud.Â
You could barely hold in your laugh. Both heads popped up to see you standing in the corner.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You giggled.Â
âPreparing dinner, maâam,â Uraume bowed. âWelcome home.âÂ
âIâm glad that you made it back safely,â you said. Sukuna washed off his hands before greeting you with a bear hug with all four of his arms.Â
âYouâve reduced me to be the one at home waiting at home for you to return.âÂ
âI think being a housewife suits you,â you squeezed out. His hold was tight, genuinely missing your presence and now he didnât want to let you go.Â
âIâll leave that to Uraume for the time being. There is something we need to do.âÂ
There is nothing more that Sukuna loves doing than picking you up so that he can move faster, and thatâs exactly what he did to walk you to the living room and placed you on the couch. You looked at him bewilderedly as he unstrapped. When you swung your foot off the couch to stand up limply, he gave you an unimpressed glare.Â
âDonât look at me like that, you didnât explain anything! What are you gonna do?â
âI am going to heal you if you can stop moving around,â Sukuna growled. He grabbed your wrist, attempting to have you fall into his lap but you stumbled back.Â
âHeal me? How? Why?â The rapid fire questions thinned Sukunaâs patience. He held out one of his hands for you to take but you were stubborn in your stillness.Â
âYou and your questions. How? Why?â He repeated mockingly. He slowly rose from the bed, taking slow, predatory steps towards you until there was no more space for you. You bumped into a wall and couldnât hide from his gaze. âDo you think I am incapable?â
âN-no.â
âDo you think I have ill intentions?â
âI donât think so?â You squeaked.
âThen settle down. Concern yourself with matters you can control.âÂ
You were practically plastered on the wall when Sukuna sank down to one knee, taking it upon himself to remove your boot to look at your toe himself. He muttered something that you couldnât make out, a language that you have yet to learn, and the dull pain in your toe you felt since you broke it disappeared. You gasped squatting down to look at your foot and saw that the bruising around it had faded away. You poked at your toe, expecting to wince at the touch but was greeted with⌠nothing.Â
Sukuna watched you carefully as you inspected your body. You flexed your muscles, wiggled it, stomped on it with hawk eye attention.Â
âItâs really healed,â you muttered to yourself. âHow did you do that?â You demanded.Â
âItâs a simple spell for a minor injury locked away in the book that Iâm bound to. It was easy enough to learn,â Sukuna said.Â
âYou learned it just now? From the book? You never had to use it on yourself?â âThe need was not there before. I never got hurt in battle.âÂ
You concluded that Uraume was at the library on multiple orders, one being to watch for you, but once they were sure you were alright, Uraume must have grabbed the journal when you were no longer watching. Sukuna scooped you up in his arms despite your new ability to walk on your own to take you to your room. Before he could sit you down on your bed, you tighten your arms around his neck, signaling that you didnât want to be placed down just yet. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something.Â
You placed a soft kiss on his cheek, taking him by surprise.Â
âThank you,â you muttered. âIâm sure I wouldâve gotten better all on my own, but this was very kind of you.âÂ
While his face remained unchanged, Sukunaâs ears turned scarlet. You shifted uncomfortably in his arms, unsure if you had done the right thing. Usually Sukuna was pretty expressive even if he wasnât saying anything. This time, all you got was a deep stare into your soul that left nothing to hide.Â
âI told you that I wouldnât have to beg for your kiss,â he smirked.Â
Heat rushed to your face. âIâll never give you another one!â
âNever? Why lie to yourself?â He crooned in your ear, making your embarrassment rise. You pushed away his face only to get your finger caught in his mouth. It sent a shock right down to the apex of your thighs, leading you to hiss loudly. Sukuna knew exactly the effect he had on you, and his teeth grazed across your finger length.Â
âEating me because of a kiss is a bit much, no?â You nervously laughed.Â
You had no idea how Sukuna could devour you if you allowed him. You slowly took your hand out of his mouth, opting to tenderly cup the side of his face. You could hear your heart pounding, the blood rushing in your veins as your face drifted closer to his. Sukunaâs parted lips waited for yours, allowing you to take the lead. When you finally tasted his mouth you sighed in relief. The attraction between you and Sukuna has always been palatable, even if you willingly chose to ignore it, but now there was no denying it. He stirred something deep within your stomach that you could no longer ignore. You wanted to be dragged down deeper, to have his hands all over your body.Â
Sukuna gently lowered you into your bedding, his mouth still locked on yours. His tongue pushed yours with assertion. Everything he did was meaningful, and all you felt was possession. There was barely enough space for him to fit between your legs but still you tried. You were clawing at his back to place his whole weight on your body when you heard soft rapping at the door. You barely had enough self control to actually check who it was. With one eye open you saw your poor cat trying to leave the room before you got freaky with a demon.Â
âSukunaâ waitââÂ
You had to deal with him biting and sucking your neck, almost dragging you back down in bed with him but you will was stronger.Â
âIâm not going anywhere, give me a second!âÂ
Sukuna held himself over your body. Two hands planted at your head, the other two creeping up your shirt.Â
âCleo cannot be in here if weâre about to do anything. Let me take our child out.â You held his face in your hands and shook him gently. Your words finally reached his brain and he rolled over, petulantly crossing his arms over his chest while staring at the ceiling.Â
You petted Cleoâs ears while apologizing to her.Â
âSorry honey. I almost let you see something R-rated,â you chuckled. At the front of your open door stood Uraume waiting patiently who made you jump back. They bowed as an apology, still speaking with their head down.Â
âYour dinner is ready to be served.â
âLeave us, Uraume," Sukuna ordered from behind.Â
âYes, my Lââ
âNo, weâll eat now,â you stepped in. Cleo ran down the hall for her own meal with loud meows after purring around Uraumeâs feet. You could feel Sukunaâs growing scowls from behind boring into your head.Â
âAs you wish,â Uraume bowed again.Â
You turned to a very annoyed demon who rolled his eyes when you pecked another kiss on his cheek.
âDonât look so down. I gave you another kiss despite my words earlier. Thatâs gotta count for something.â
Sukuna narrowed his eyes on you. âEat well. Once you are fed, I will not let you go.âÂ
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Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.
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It's a 2-man Con
Listen, I think I know a thing.
When Aziraphale comes back from talking to the Metatron and is telling Crowley about being an angel, we've all heard the theory that he's speaking code, trying to ask for help. The more I look at that scene, the more that theory tracks.
Maybe less well-known is the theory that Crowley didn't miss a damn thing, he's answering in his own code. And again, the more I look at that scene, the more this also tracks.
(When my husband, annoyingly observant beloved partner that he is, saw the second season for the first time, he said, "That whole thing was a show for the Metatron. They have a plan. Crowley slipped something to Aziraphale when he kissed him." And I said, "Nah." But now I think he's right, and damn if he isn't smug.)
I'm gonna try to break down what I think they're saying here, because it takes just a hot minute to piece it together. I've been thinking this over for a couple of months now. I think I have most of it. I just don't know when Crowley puts whatever he's handing to Aziraphale in his own mouth. I need more eagle-y eyes, it seems.
First, Aziraphale comes back from his talk. He's pensive as he crosses the road, and anxious when he starts talking, and mouths "I need help!" as he's talking. He's acting like he does when he lies to the other angels, and once it's seen "I need help!" is pretty clear.
He does the whole thing about telling Crowley he could appoint him as an angel, like old times, but even nicer. It's all very uptight and not positive at all. My interpretation? "The Metatron is here, I think he knows we're up to something, we have to go to Heaven right now and put things right before he really does something awful to one or both of us. The time to spring the plan is NOW."
Crowley stares at him. At first it seems like he's staring in disbelief, but if you really look at his face, he's listening, hard, and interpreting as fast as he can:
He asks Aziraphale if he told the Metatron where he could stick it, then. My interpretation? "The plan has changed. I can't go with you to Heaven. You'll have to go alone."
Then Crowley starts his confession -- "We've spent our existence pretending we aren't."
Aziraphale looks at him -- not with shock, or surprise, or love, or hope, but with a "Why are you doing this now?" face. Not "Why did you wait til now to tell me, you love me, oh, I love you too!" But "Why are you telling me SOMETHING I ALREADY KNOW while our ENEMY IS LISTENING??" :
He's confused, but also listening and interpreting. What I'm hearing/seeing: I don't think this is a love confession from our demon. I think they are both well aware they love one another. They can't say it in so many words, and it's a secret from Heaven and Hell, but it's not a secret between them. I'm hearing Crowley set the scene. "The Metatron either wants us together in Heaven under control, or separated. I have things I have to do here or the plan won't work, so we'll have to separate. We need to make it look good. I do love you."
I don't think Aziraphale likes this change of plan. And Crowley can't detail why the plan has changed, not with the Metatron listening. So Aziraphale insists, come with me. The plan we had will work. Do it my way. Crowley says, "You can't leave this book shop." It's easy to interpret that as "You can't leave me," but I don't think it's that. He's saying something about the book shop being safe, or even that he can't leave without whatever they've hidden in the book shop. (I THINK THEY HID SOMETHING IN THE BOOK SHOP!) Aziraphale says, "Nothing lasts forever." I hear him saying the book shop is no longer safe, and they have to move/take whatever they've hidden and they can't speak freely there anymore.
Crowley replies, "No I suppose it doesn't. Good luck." He's gotten that much, but he is still set on his "We need to fake a break up because I can't go with you."
Aziraphale still doesn't like that. "Come back! I need you!" He's scared. Whatever he has to do in Heaven is big, and scary, and he needs and wants Crowley with him. He does not want to go into the mouth of danger alone.
This is when we get, "No nightingales." What I'm hearing? ESPECIALLY since if you listen, you can hear a LARK sing as Crowley goes out the door? It's the line from Romeo and Juliet, by Shakespeare, whose plays they both enjoy, though Crowley prefers the funny ones. "It's too late, that's a lark singing the dawn, not a nightingale singing to the night, we have to part. Our happy ending isn't yet."
Then the kiss. I do not believe this is their first kiss. I don't believe they've allowed themselves many, maybe not even more than one, but I do think they've kissed before. I'm not sure when, but I suspect 1941. (Season 3, come ON!!)
And when they part, Aziraphale stops himself from saying "I love you," and instead says, "I forgive you." I'm hearing so many things in that "I forgive you." I forgive you for leaving me on my own, I forgive you for hurting my feelings like this, I forgive you for changing the plan without telling me, I forgive you because you are forgivable whatever anyone else says, I forgive you because that's what I said when we split up at the bandstand and everything was okay in the end and I hope hope hope that everything will be okay in the end this time too.
Crowley says, "Don't bother." I'm hearing, "yeah, I hope it's all okay, too. Wish me fuckin luck. My part will be hard, too."
And as Crowley leaves, Aziraphale mouths, "No." And we hear a lark sing. A lark, singing to the dawn, and so fair Romeo must away.
Just because the break up is a ruse, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt and isn't hard. It has to look real, and so it's going to feel real, too. Ouch. :'(
And then Aziraphale touches his lips. Not once, but twice. My bad, he only touches his lips once. The first long second is pure emotion. "Why now, I hate this, I want that so badly and I can't have it."
After that, though --
After he pulls himself together a bit, he has a bulge in his cheek. He shifts his jaw to move whatever he has in his mouth to his lips, and then his first two fingers go stiff for a moment as he palms something right before he takes his hand away.
And then, this.
Edit to add: someone on Facebook asked me why a kiss to pass whatever Crowley gave to Aziraphale, why not palm it or drop it in his pocket?
My answers: 1. The kiss is a message. "We're still good, I still love you, I still want this." 2. The item is too important to be dropped in a pocket and hopefully found later. 3. The Metatron is paying WAY too close attention, and will definitely see them touch hands. Seeing a kiss and the angel rejecting the demon, though? Well, the demon forced that kiss on him, the angel didn't want it. Clearly the demon thinks this relationship is different than it is. It's a bigger gesture that sells the ruse. 4. Houdini's wife used to pass him the keys to his cuffs with a kiss before the show. This is a message that magic-loving Aziraphale WILL understand: here are the keys to your cuffs, sneaked to you by your beloved in plain sight.
That's it. That's what I got so far. I still have questions.
What did Crowley pass to Aziraphale? What's the plan? Why did it change? What does Crowley need to do that he can't go to Heaven again?
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Just Friends: How It Began
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Bucky Barnes
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Summary:Â You make a new friend.
It's giving
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Thereâs more people than you expect. The book club is more of a book crowd. Not exactly what was advertised online. Instead of a circle of only about ten people, there are tables set around the room to seat as man. Each.Â
âFind your name tag,â the woman at the table near the entrance explains, âand your table. Everyone has a number.âÂ
You thank her and find your name tag, sticking it onto your cardigan, right below your collar. You clutch your copy of The Good Earth. Itâs well worn. A used copy you found on a thrift shop shelf. You search the room, lost as you take in the other listless faces.Â
You check the list of names and find your table number. This isnât what you were hoping for. You want to make friends. Everyone here is older than you. Noticeably so. And thereâs so many. Itâs going to be so loud, you wonât be able to focus. You doubt youâll make any sort of real connection.Â
You think of leaving but youâve come this far. Besides, thereâs a spot waiting for you. You find your seat at Table 12 and swing your feet nervously. You tap your fingers on the cover of your book and smile as a pair of white-haired ladies sit down across from you. They donât acknowledge you as they chatter. You sit back, disappointed.Â
Other tables are a little livelier. Several attendees sit at the next table and garble loudly on. It seems like theyâre already talking about Pearl S. Buckâs narrative from what you can make out. An older man sits down and you try to think of how to greet him. Oh, no, he seems to know those ladies. All three of them block you out as they ignore your tiny wave.Â
âTwelve,â the deep voice gristles over you. The chair next to you scrapes out. An even more worn novel lands on the table next to yours. The man sits. âThis everyone?âÂ
He looks around and you do too.Â
âThereâs a few more seats,â you say as trace your finger over the spine of the book. You turn to him and pause. Heâs familiar. Do you know him? âUm, hi...â You introduce yourself, trying not to cringe. Â
Heâs younger than the others but still older than you. The silver strands threaded into his dark hair and patched along the edge of his jaw suggest at least a full decade, likely more. You offer your hand stiffly, not sure why you do. Youâre not one for shaking hands. He accepts the gesture and your lashes flick in surprise. His fingers are... metal?Â
âBucky Barnes?â You blurt out as he squeezes your hand firmly.Â
He drops his chin as if he was hoping to stay covert, âuh, yeah. You beat me to it.âÂ
âOh, Iâm sorry,â you retract your hand and slap your cheek, âI didnât mean to. I only... I thought you looked... familiar and then I worried I forgot you from somewhere. But youâre too old to have been in my classes. But I mean... not too old. We had lots of mature students. Mature... just students. Age isnât... well...âÂ
He chuckles, âdonât worry about it. More than a century in, I can handle being called old.âÂ
âI wasnât-- I didnât mean... that,â you shake your head. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âReally, itâs fine. Itâs... cute,â he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. Another duo sits down and make no effort to engage beyond their pairing. He sighs and looks around. âNot very social for a social club.âÂ
âMm, no, but maybe once we get started...â you shrug.Â
âMaybe,â he sits back and drops his hands onto his lap. âYou... donât have somewhere less... geriatric to be?âÂ
âOh, um, well, you know, I have some friends but they only want to go drinking and I get all bubbly in my stummyâstomach, when I drink. So, yeah. I thought maybe I could meet a few tamer friends here.âÂ
âHuh, well, I assure you, the old ones really arenât that much different,â he scoffs. âAnd I get it. Alcohol doesnât do much for me. Don't like the taste either. Itâs all people ever wanna do. Always âletâs go for drinksâ.âÂ
You nod.Â
âBesides,â he continues, âdonât feel like hanging out with a bunch of dudes who can only talk about fighting the next bad guy. I need a friend who isnât enhanced or magical.âÂ
âRight, that sounds...âÂ
âI know. I'm a grumpy old man complaining about saving the world,â he snorts. âSorry, I justâI'm like you. Wanna expand outside my circle.âÂ
âYeah, makes sense,â you agree. âLooks like youâve read that a few times.âÂ
You point to his copy and he peers down. His blue eyes find you again, âfirst edition. Read it before I shipped off. My sister Rebecca still had it when she passed... she left it behind. It was just sitting in a storage unit.âÂ
âOh wow, I... yeah, er--âÂ
âSee, the whole friends thing... tough when thereâs only one other guy in the city the same age as you,â he says.Â
âItâs nice of her to hold onto it for you,â you finally get your thoughts in line.Â
âYeah, she was nice,â he agrees. âMy best friend, but donât tell Steve I said so.âÂ
A man sits on your other side and jars you from the plucking of heart strings. Heâs balding and thin. âHi,â you turn to him and give your name, ânice to meet you.âÂ
He glances at you, âDidnât know this was open to kids.âÂ
âKids?â You echo. Youâre well into adulthood. Almost twenty-five.Â
âLay off, sheâs being friendly,â Bucky leans over. âItâs a club. Weâre supposed to talk about the book.âÂ
âYeah, I'm sure she has great insight into the battle between wealth and tradition.âÂ
Your eyes round. You crane to see around you. You really are the youngest person in the room. You should have known.Â
âIâd love to learn,â you say and the man harrumphs.Â
Bucky growls, âyou sure act like a jackass for putting on airs. Sheâs being polite.âÂ
The man sneers, âsome idea for a date, boy.âÂ
âIâm not--â Bucky puts his metal hand on the table, between your books, balling it to a fist as the man gapes.Â
âI--â the man begins.Â
âSave it,â Bucky says. âThink you may have missed a few themes... you know, about women and oppression.â He drags his hand from the table. âHey,â he nudges you softly. You almost canât believe he can be so gentle with the metal limb, âhow about we get outta here? Theyâre showing It Happened One Night just a few blocks down at the old cinema.âÂ
âYes! I know. Itâs one of my favourites. I was going to go but everyone said it was boring and I didnât wanna go alone.â You chirp, shying away from your own rambling.Â
âSame. So, how about it. Wanna make me look normal?âÂ
You laugh, âsure. I love popcorn.âÂ
âAlright, I might save you a few milk duds,â he stands and you do the same.Â
You think youâve made a friend after all.Â
#bucky barnes#just friends#dark bucky barnes#dark!bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#series#drabble#mcu#marvel#avengers#winter soldier#captain america
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Quiet Love
Characters: Xiao, Heizou, Cyno, Wanderer, Albedo x mute!reader
Summary: You're mute, and cant talk? not a problem for your partner, they can find other ways to communicate, and honestly wouldn't have it any other way.
Warnings: mute reader, kissing, most of them dont know sign language bc i said so and it makes this more interesting, idk man
Note: i feel like i accidentally made both the char and reader mute in some of them, I've tried to fix it though, so im sorry for that (and i also messed up some other shit im just missing brain cells n´ down bad) -love you
Xiao
Whom talks with you in touches and small notes.
He had seen no problem in your absence of speaking, he likes the quiet nights that you shared with him. The sounds of nature taking over your ears, it was nice, just standing beside you and looking out to the views of Liyue. he reaches out to hold your hand, though still not accustomed to the feeling, he does it anyway. and as his hand lightly squeezes yours, he feels your own squeezing his back, as if saying 'I love you'. your quiet conversations are sweet and only for you two to know about.
He leaves notes scattered around, as you do too. ones with little messages of your schedule and plans. ones written with more love than any other person could comprehend. notes shared between you and him. notes saying 'i loved that dish, could we make it again' and a reply under, 'of course, i'll do anything for you'. it seems simple and dumb, but a nice way to talk to each other anyway.
Heizou
Who likes when you just listen to him, and let him do anything he kind of wants to since you can't talk back, but he also loves when you just draw your thoughts on paper.
He loves to talk, but mostly loves when he gets to talk to you since you always listen to him so closely. he loves when he can just drag you to to places, but of course he's nice about it (kind of) and ask you if you wanna go to that new ramen shop that opened in the outskirts of Inazuma City, which he kind of answers for you because of course you do! in which you smile at (smile at him or else...)
He likes your little drawings, and especially when its a little puzzle he has to solve so he can understand what you're saying and loves to guess wrong purpose so he can get a reaction out of you. and even has a special sketchbook, that he keeps on him at all times. he also sometimes goes trough it and just smiles at all your little drawings. remembering the time that you drew it, and all the cute little faces you made when he teased you for how bad it looked.
Cyno
Who helps you talk with small drawings in the sand and learned sign language so he could communicate with you properly.
He's often out in the desert, and from time to time takes you with him. which makes it easy to express yourself when all you need is a stick, sometimes his spear if he lets you, and sand which is already in front of you at all times. the little drawings that symbol your love, so many hearts all over the sand it would be hard to count how many times you drew them. he gave you his cape at night when you were extra cold? you drew a heart around his feet as a 'thank u, i love you', in which he cutely (your words) responded with, "i love you too" right after.
Whom learned sign language just because he felt like you were left out a little, but also learned the wrong one at first so you had to help him and learn him some signs as well. but the first thing you learned him was how to say "i love you", but didn't tell him what it meant so you could do it without him noticing just for a little while longer.
Wanderer
Who hates being touched, but makes you touch his shoulder when you need something and gifts you a book so you can write to him when needed
He, despite hating when people touch him, he cant think of many other ways you could get his attention, so he wants you to touch him when you need him. it doesn't matter if he had an extra bad day, its the best way to get his attention, so touch him all you want. it is you after all, the love of his life, he would let you do whatever you wanted to do, just tap his shoulder and give him a few signs or point at something, anything you want you'll get.
Others would say that he would be annoyed at you for pushing a book up to his face every hour or so, but he surprisingly he doesn't get annoyed at all and "tolerates" you pretty well. in fact he loves when you just stand there and write in your little book, he thinks its adorable when you glare at him as a sign to wait for you to finish.
Albedo
Who is normally very quiet but when he's with you he loves to talk, but of course, he loves the times when it's just you and him sitting together in silence
He could be seen as quite shy if you didnt know him well, but when around you he was the complete opposite, talking about everything he did that day, was currently doing, what plans he had ext. he loves when you just listen to him, but if you ever tried pointing at smt to ask like yk 'whats this?' he would be overjoyed and you wouldn't be able to make him shut up for hours about that one thing.
He looked at you when you had put your hand in front of his sketchbook, you looked at him sweetly before kissing his cheek, catching him by surprise. he put down his sketchbook and kissed you back on your forehead. it was just a quiet moment between you two and you wouldn't have it any other way.
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#genshin x reader#gn reader#genshin impact#xiao x reader#albedo x reader#cyno x reader#wanderer x reader#scaramouche x reader#mute#mute!reader#heizou x reader#shikanoin heizou#scaramouche#albedo kreideprinz#genshin#genshin impact x reader#adeptus xiao#xiao fluff#cyno fluff
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Can I request a fic where Astarion reacts to GN!Reader who always helps him but refuses to accept his propositions please?
 CW: Dead Dove- for the people who canât think for themselves and make a decision, no I am not adding specifics to my tags and I donât have to. You know what game you are playing and you know Astarionâs back story. Put on your big kid pants and get over yourself- if the worst thing that happened to you today was that a fanfiction had a vague CW (which is also not a requirement for anything, itâs common courtesy. You donât see CW on every book with dark themes, do you?) then you have a pretty damn good life. Iâm not paid to write these fanfictions- if you want me to change how I tag things, then start sending me money or đđť your bitching isnât welcome here
I hope you enjoy!
Astarion doesnât know much about freedom and normal sexual relationships. In fact, he doesnât know shit about normal relationships period. His entire world is people taking advantage of his body and his lack of freedom- hands scraping at his skin and taking from him.
 You, on the other hand, have thwarted every attempt he has made to please you sexually.Â
 You roll your eyes at his pick up lines and his nicknames, you flirt back, but you never take it further when he asks. He asked you to spend time with him in his tent the night before- his plans to seduce you had been destroyed when you brought Lanceboard, he tried to get you to put it away, you suggested he is afraid to lose, and he had to prove that he is definitely not afraid to play Lanceboard with anyone! Especially you- who he was certain he could beat. It ended up being five draws and you won at the end, but it was the most fun he has had in a long time.Â
  Itâs been three weeks of traveling and his plan to wrap you around his pinkie finger has gone abysmally. Yet- you keep helping him.Â
 You aided him in killing the Gur, give him blood as he needs it and make sure everyone knows you support and trust him. The rest of them have the right idea not to, but it warms something deep within him to know you genuinely do trust him. It shouldnât- you are a means to an end.Â
 And yet- here he is, sitting next to you at the campfire and just enjoying your company as you tell him about one of your many adventures before you were swiped up.
 You, the busy body of the group, are exceptionally well traveled and you have been telling Astarion about all the places he needs to see- Evereska, Neverwinter, Althkalta, Waterdeep, Candlekeep- the list goes on and on.Â
 Astarion swears he could listen to you talk forever and then some, but it also makes him feel poorly about himself.Â
 He has absolutely nothing to offer outside of sex and yet, here you are, offering to take him all around Toril at the end of this journey.Â
 âWhy?â
âWhy what?â You look stunned by his sudden disruption, âwhy do the people of Daggerford like Cheddar over Mozerrella? Iâm honestly not-â
âNo- why do you want me to stick around?â His voice comes out more harshly than he intended, âyou refuse every proposition I have given you- I havenât even begun to show off my usefulness and-â
âUsefulness?â
 His eyes snap to yours and you look sad- heartbroken even. Astarion doesnât need your pity! He doesnât need more from you when he has already taken so much.
âWell of course,â he scoffs, âyou provide me with food- literally- and you talk to me all the time and you spend time with me and ask me what I like and about me-
âAnd you always help me,â he says uneasily, âand you never ask for anything in return.â
 The silence feels defeaning.Â
âI really like you, Astarion,â you say softly, âand I know the importance of finding oneâs self and Cazador stole that from you. I also know you think the only positive thing about you is sex and thatâs why I refuse to have it with you.
âIf- if we have sex,â you look away, embarrassed and red in the face, âI want it to be because we both genuinely want to and we want to enjoy each other. You donât owe me anything for my kindness, Astarion, I told you we would get this figured out together that day on the beach and I meant it.
âAnd if you never return my feelings,â you say quickly, âI entirely understand and that is okay too- I would still love to show you the entire world if you want to continue traveling with me after all of this,â you wave your hands wildly, âhas been taken care of because youâre my friend- I hope you may consider me yours one day too.âÂ
 Your smile is so beautiful and sweet. He could fall into you forever and then some.Â
 It takes him and you by surprise when he leans forward and leaves a hesitant peck against your lips.Â
âI- I would really like to travel with you,â he whispers, âa-and consider your feelings and friendship returned.â
#baldurs gate 3#astarion#baldurs gate astarion#astarion x tav#astarion x reader#bg3#astarion romance#bg3 spoilers#astarion x you#astarion x gn! tav#astarion x gn!tav#astarion x gn reader
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It's 2024. Are you still thinking about movieverse!Cherik? Because I am.
For the past several months, there's only been a very slow trickle of posts/fics in the xmcu cherik tag. Let's try to breathe some life back into this incredible pairing!
With one clear winner of my poll, here's thirty prompts for the thirty days of April. (This is a super chill, laid-back event---do these in any order, interpret them as loosely as you like! Create in any medium! Fic, art, gifs, meta, incoherent screaming about the otpâŚall winners in my book.)
The only rule here is to cherik too close to the sun. Alright. Here are the prompts.
Mutual Pining
Doesn't really even need elaboration! Write that horrifically slow slow-burn. Gif every time McAvoy made insane fuck me eyes on screen. Make a playlist of songs about impossible love.
2. Alternate Meetings
There are endless quotes about how these two complete each other in a way no one they'd met before or after ever did. How else could they have met?
3. Erik Has A Telepathy Kink
This is basically canon. Let my boy get freaky!
4. Canon Fix-It
All the times Fox fucked it up. There are endless options.
5. Hurt/Comfort
Put them in that Situation. Put them in that Blender. Break them apart and put them back together â¤ď¸âđŠš
6. Canon Compliant
Draw that missing scene! Gif your favourite cherik moment!
7. Beach Divorce
Make it worse. Make it better. Show it to us exactly how it was. Break it down in a 3,000 word meta. Go wild!
8. Domestics
Sometimes you just want to see them doing normal couple things. Erik put the gun down.
9. Found Family
The real heart of x-men!
10. Time Travel
There are SO many possibilities here. Stick them in a time loop. Give them a chance to change their past.
11. AU
Love a good AU!
12. There Is Only One Bed
Had to get this one in here. What better way to amp up the tension?
13. Genosha
By some miracle, cherik actually did end up together at the end of 2019s trash bag disaster Dark Phoenix. We arenât making a big enough deal about this.
14. Declaration(s) of Love
Who says it first? How do they say it and when? Have they said itâŚwithout saying it?
15. Jealousy
Need I say more.
16. Reunion
These two have absolutely no chill.
17. Soulmates
Classic prompt, had to get this in here too.
18. The DOFP Aircraft
The TENSION here. Break it down for me. How does Charles feel about his injury? How does Erik feel about his injury?
19. Gay Mutant Road Trip
You already know.
20. Body Swap
SO fun when people have superpowers.
21. First Kiss
When? How? Who initiated it?
22. The Mansion
Mansion!content is a genre of its own.
23. Conflicting Ideology
Give me your theses. Whoâs right? Can they ever reconcile completely? Write a fic where it drives them apart.
24. Sebastian Shaw
A trope unto himself.
25. Team As Matchmaker
They had to have known something was going on, didnât they?
26. Cooking
Charles deserves a good meal. Also, imagine Erik using his powers in the kitchen. The sheer domesticityâŚ
27. Hurt No Comfort
Plenty of scope with these two đĽ˛
28. Growing Old Together
Giving Sirs Ian Mckellan and Patrick Stewart their props as well!
29. Making Up
*pushes chess board across the table* sorry babe
30. Charles Xavier Did More For Mutants Than You'll Ever Know
Rising to each otherâs defense. Only I can insult this man.
I will be tracking #revivecherik to reblog stuff! Hereâs a fic collection for the same. Letâs get this ball rolling! Please feel free to send me an ask if youâve got anything to say! And most importantly, letâs all have fun đ
*I know a few of you preferred something like a gift exchange because of the commitment factorâIâm super down to organise a tiny one for the handful of us! If this promptathon doesnât flop horribly, we can hopefully do a whole bunch of stuff :)
If you read this post all the way through, please reblog for reach! Thank you! Hoping you participate come April.
Shoutout to @inmymagnetoera for reaching out and helping with this!
#revivecherik#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#xmfc#james mcavoy#michael fassbender#x men days of future past#x men#charles x erik#magneto#professor x
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