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danikamariewrites · 1 year ago

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im so in love with ddlg azriel, i was wondering if i could please request one where reader is fed up with work (me fr) and it stresses her out. she just wants to stay at home and bake and do cute stuff and live life (me fr) and she tells azriel this, she tells him she doesn’t even care ab money she wants a break from her horrible boss. he says he’ll take care of her, he already does, her own money is her own, even though azriel provides literally everything in her life. So they decide she’ll quit and do what pleases her instead. Maybe volunteer at the library in the house of wind with the priestesses. She looks so much more happy and azriels heart swells with love. 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ pls

Done With Work

Azriel x reader

A/n: me too anon 😫 like what do you mean I have to work for the rest of my life?! I’m sick of it now 😭

I see this as the story for first few points in this headcanon

Warnings: ddlg, daddy kink, not proof read sorry lol

Your whole body felt heavy as you dragged yourself up the stairs to Azriel’s office. Without knocking you push the door open, giving your mate a tired look. “Y/n, what’s wrong my love?” You drop your bag and wordlessly walk over to him, plopping yourself on his lap and burying your face in his neck.

Breathing in his scent of night-chilled mist and cedar calmed you. Azriel brought his hand to rub up and down your spine. “I’m so sick of working Az.” You mumble. He adjusts you so your head rests on his chest and he can hear you clearly.

“Did something happen today?” You shrug lazily. “It’s just so draining. And I’ve worked all my life, I just want to do something for myself. I feel like I have no free time. And I’m just done.” Azriel hugged you tighter. “I want to quit Az. I need a break from terrible people. I have money so you don’t-“

Azriel cups your face cutting you off. He moves you so you’re looking up at him. “You are going to quit because I hate seeing you like this. You’re my mate and I want to keep you happy and comfortable. And don’t you dare bring up money. What you have is yours, let me take care of everything.”

Tears escaped your eyes as you smiled up at Azriel. “Thank you, my love.”

The next day you went in to work to quit. Your bosses look of shock brought you so much joy. You practically skipped out of the building and all the way home to Azriel. He swears he’d never seen you this happy about something so small.

From that day on Azriel told you to do whatever your heart desired. So you took your time getting into your new routine. First thing was to catch up on your sleep. Your sleep schedule was atrocious so you spent the first two weeks sleeping in.

Then you finally got around to decorating and rearranging the house the way you wanted. Azriel’s heart soared when he came home after a quick mission. The house felt warmer with you in the center of it.

You took your time exploring Velaris. Visiting a new part of the city everyday. Of course you spent most of your time in the Rainbow and had taken a liking to staying at Feyre’s studio some days.

You spent more time with Feyre and Elain. You helped Gwyn in the library and even started going to training in the morning. And when Nesta had time you two would read together. You started going out with Mor and Feyre a few nights a week too. Azriel felt like he was watching you, his beautiful and wonderful mate, come back to life again.

What you loved most about your new life style was the care and attention you got from Azriel. Not that you didn’t get it before. But now you have time to really enjoy it.

Everything he did for you put you back together. From spa days to simple lazy mornings in bed he made sure that you were happy and cared for. After the conversation about your relationship you were both insanely happy.

Azriel loved taking care of you, and with this new dynamic and nicknames it all just felt right. He felt like you could truly be open with him.

Your happiness really hit him on a day where you slept in and he made breakfast. Az wanted to bring you breakfast in bed but you got up before it was ready. His shadows altered him to your presence. Turning, he saw you rub your eyes with a smile. You looked so cute in just his t-shirt and panties.

“Good morning princess.” “Morning daddy.” You pad over to him, standing on your tiptoes you plant a kiss on his cheek. “Breakfast smells delicious. Did you make coffee?” “I did.” You let out a small happy sound and filled up two mugs bringing them over to the kitchen table.

You sit waiting for Az to bring your plates over. When Azriel finally sits you’re adding an obscene amount of sugar to your coffee. Azriel takes the spoon from your hand, “That’s enough princess or your teeth will rot.” You let out a huff and pick the syrup up to drown your pancakes in them.

“What can I say, I have a sweet tooth.” You let out a small giggle at Azriel’s fake stern face. Quicker than you can comprehend Azriel tickles your sides and you let out a scream of laughter. “Daddy stop, I can’t, aahhh!” Azriel pulls you onto his lap leaving small kisses all over your face as you continue to giggle.

Once you calmed down you snuggled into Azriel, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. “I love you so much daddy.” Az hugged you back equally as tight, “I love you too so much princess.” You lean back smiling up at him. You peck his nose quickly and cup his face in your hands. “Thank you. For everything. I’m just, I’m so happy.”

Azriel felt tears from behind his eyes. He could feel your happiness radiating down the bond. That made him feel like the luckiest male in the world. The two of you loved each other and he has the best mate. “You never have to thank me princess. I told you, it’s my job.”

He turns you to face the table and lets you get comfortable as he pulls your plate over. “What do you want first.” “Hhmm…bacon!” Azriel took a strip of bacon from your plate holding it up to your mouth. Taking a bite you let out a satisfied hum. He kissed the back of your head as he began to cut up your pancakes.

If there was a moment you could live in with Azriel forever, it would be this one. You both had nothing to do today. He was feeding you. And he was holding you close, making you feel more loved than you had in your entire life.

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safety-writes-noms · 9 months ago

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Midnight Snack

Yay! We reached 200 followers so im just gonna put out a little short story for you guys as a thank you :D

This story has vore in it! It’s all sfw and nonsexual!!!! If you don’t like that, then just ignore this and click away.

Summary; Miguel hasn’t been taking care of himself lately so you decide to make sure he doesn’t keel over and die from exhaustion.

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Now, you knew beforehand that Miguel is a man dedicated to his job, but this is unreasonable.

“A week?” He avoids your probing gaze expertly as you frown at him from his desk. “That’s how long you haven’t slept? Do you know how bad that is??”

”I’m busy. I can’t sleep.” He responds with a little shrug, as if it isn’t that big of a deal. As if his skin isn’t worryingly pale and the shadows under his eyes stretch deep. If it weren’t for the fact that you had forced him to eat on a fixed schedule, you assume he would’ve also skipped breakfast, lunch and dinner regularly. While his determination is admirable, it’s seriously worrying to see him in this disheveled state.

His hair is all mussed up and his eyes are blank, staring uncomprehendingly at the bright monitors covering the entirety of his desk. You scowl, crossing your arms as he steadily ignores you.

”Miguel! Come on, big guy, look at me,” You tap one of his hands and he tears his eyes away from the holographic report to stare at you. “This can’t be healthy. You gotta take a break, man.”

His brows furrow.

“I can’t. I have to — I have to make sure everything’s fine. Everyone.” He shakes his head stubbornly and you can’t help but huff. He’s pausing, blinking slowly and dragging his eyes back open laboriously as he struggles to function normally, much less hold up a conversation. He’s probably only staying awake through sheer will and spite.

“You can do that after you’ve gotten a good rest, Miguel. You’re gonna end up collapsing or something.” If you could, you’d grab him by the shoulders and shake him. Maybe that’d get some sense into him. Unfortunately, since you’re about the size of his pinky, you settle for pushing at his hand.

He barely pays you any mind, though he seems pretty out of it in general. He’s not listening. He’ll run himself to the ground, and while it’s not your job to care for him, you’re going to anyway since that’s what a good friend does. Plus it would kinda suck if the leader of the Spider Society died from sleep deprivation.

“Lyla. Turn the computer screens off, but leave the lights dimmed at 20%,” You call and the glowing hologram flickers to life next to you.

“Aye aye, Captain,” She salutes cheerfully and the bright orange interfaces go dark. Lyla promptly glances at Miguel and grimaces. “Oh. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, boss?”

Miguel musters up a vague frown, bracing himself heavily against the metal of his desk.

“Hey! I needed those. Turn them back on.” He bristles but the words are lukewarm. He has to be completely exhausted because he barely even fights back. Lyla clicks her tongue disapprovingly.

”Nuh uh, I don’t think so.” She wags a finger at him. He bares fangs, though he looks resigned. That’s a pretty good sign. Means he’s pretty close to giving up.

”I made you.”

”Actually, Xina did.”

“Lyla — “

You clear your throat as loudly as you can and Miguel turns to look at you, irritated.

“This is your fault,” He mutters sullenly, perfectly audible to your ears. Unrepentant, you grab at one of his fingers again and tug until he grudgingly flips his hand, showing his palm. You hop in easily, keeping steady as he carefully brings you up to his face so you can feel the full extent of his watery scowl. ”Are you happy with yourself?”

“I’ll be happy when you decide to go to sleep.” You bite back and he sighs loudly.

“If I sleep for a couple of hours, will you get off my case?” He asks exhaustively and you nod your head grudgingly after a moment of contemplation. A couple of hours isn’t the best but you’ll negotiate with him later.

Lyla claps her hands together happily.

“Yay! This is great,” She turns to you and glitches up to you, holding her hand out. You take it and the two of you shake in mutual respect. Miguel just watches with a defeated sort of air. For a man who’s usually so stiff and stern, it’s only at the dead of night that he lets himself crumble. You find it somewhat touching that he trusts you enough to show his flaws, even though he pushes against your care most of the time.

“You’ll both be the death of me,” He groans and Lyla sticks her tongue out at him.

“I’m actually trying to keep you alive, thanks,” She snarks back before vanishing in a dizzying whirl of golden sparks. Her disembodied voice echoes from the ceiling. “Also, you’re locked out of the computer system for the rest of the night — unless it’s an emergency that needs your assistance. Have a good night, boss!”

Miguel’s head snaps up at her last words before he just sits down heavily in his creaky swivel chair. His head comes down with a loud thunk, the hand with you in it still held aloft. You wince. That couldn’t have felt good.

You hop off easily, absorbing the impact with a roll as you poke at his cheek.

“This is no place to take a nap,” You scold. “Think of the back pain you’ll feel when you wake up tomorrow.”

He makes a muffled noise of annoyance, but pulls himself up regardless. Miguel sets his hand down in front of you again, which you clamber into quickly. He raises it up to his shoulder, and you take residence there as he begins walking over to the cushy couch shoved in the corner of his rather massive office. The kids had smuggled it in somehow and it just never left. Now, it’s main purpose is for movie nights and the occasional nap or two.

He slowly lugs his body onto the cushions with a quiet grunt, making sure that you don’t get knocked off with the motion. Even when he’s half asleep and tired out of his mind, he’s still unimaginably careful while handling you. While it’s appreciated now, it can be a bit stifling when out on the field. You just happen to come from a universe smaller than his, you’re not made of glass.

”Two hours. Then I’m going back to work.” He says, phasing away his suit to reveal rumpled but soft looking clothes underneath. It’s some sort of futuristic fashion with a high open collar and unimaginably soft fabric.

“A whole night.”

”Three hours.”

”A whole entire night.” You insist stubbornly and he blinks.

”… Five hours.”

“Miguel.”

He huffs, aiming a glare at you with little to no heat.

“I can’t take that long of a break. I have things to fix and repair. And missions to coordinate.”

You raise an unamused eyebrow.

“The other spiders can take care of that, Miguel. You have hundreds of incredibly smart people who are willing and eager to help. And Lyla can do that last one. She’s connected to everything.” Miguel still looks hesitant so you decide to sweeten the deal and play your trump card. “Look. I’m tired too, y’know? If you agree to sleep until morning, I’ll let you eat me.”

He’s silent for the count of five before he shifts slightly.

“Right now?” He raises a brow at you and you nod.

“Yup. I don’t really mind it, y’know. I think it’s comfy.” Miguel looks faintly confused but seems to be considering his choices.

“… Fine. A whole night’s sleep.” He finally settles on, and you slip down from his shoulder to his chest, squinting through the darkness you know he can see clearly through. Miguel hesitates for a moment before gently grabbing you from between his thumb and forefinger, lifting you up to his head.

You dangle from his hold, blinking as he apparently works things out in his head, sharp eyes examining you carefully despite the fact that he has gulped you down before with relative ease.

“Alright. The watch will make sure you’re fine. Just call me or send me an alert through it and I’ll get you out. Got it?” He asks and you nod eagerly.

He opens his maw wide and though you can’t really see in the dim light, you can see the yawning abyss of darkness in front of you, highlighted by sharp white teeth and fangs. His breath whooshes over you, making shivers wrack through your body despite the relative warmth of it. You reach up and tap one of the fingers holding you up, signaling that you’re ready and he makes a quiet hum of acknowledgement.

Miguel inhales slowly and slowly lowers you into his mouth. The first sensation you get is wet. Saliva soaks into your suit and you slip a little, bracing a hand against the slippery soft flesh of his tongue. The second is temperature. Everything is moving around you, so wonderfully alive and warm. His tongue curves underneath you, the powerful muscle shifting so it can wrap around you loosely like an oversized blanket.

His mouth shuts with a quiet click of teeth and all of the faint light from outside is cut off, leaving you within the darkness of Miguel’s body. You go slack and still, letting him absentmindedly taste you, push you from one cheek to the other subconsciously.

You feel him soak you in spit, not protesting or fighting back as he readies you for the journey below. Miguel is still gentle, careful. Nothing is too rough or hurts at all, even when his tongue tentatively presses you up against the hard palate of the roof of his mouth. After a long moment, he tilts his head back, just barely.

You slide toward his throat, squeezing down the tight fleshy tube accompanied by a couple of large gulps to help get you down entirely. The sound of his swallows is loud and for a moment it’s all you hear as you’re moved down. It’s not a bad pressure and you’re mostly used to it as you slip down from his esophagus and into his belly.

And man, it’s so much warmer here and also so much more comfortable. The soft flesh here contracts slightly around your body as you find a comfortable position to lie in, tucking yourself against a wall with a yawn. You press a hand against the mass of warmth and squishiness under your fingers, blinking when it ripples across the entire expanse of his stomach.

It’s quiet for a moment before Miguel clears his throat, his voice oddly loud and muffled at the same time.

”You okay? Need me to get you out?” He asks, and you make a lazy hum in response.

“No, I’m fine, man,” You sink deeper into the comforting warmth and you hear something like a quiet chuckle from above. It’s good to hear him sound relaxed for once. God knows he needs some relaxation anyway.

“Okay,” he sounds tired and everything is still before your surroundings shift and you tumble somewhat quickly into the side wall of his stomach. He must’ve turned over on his side. ”… Thank you. You care too much about me.”

You frown, picking up on his meaning quickly.

”Well yeah, you’re my friend. Besides, if I was working myself to death, you would’ve done the same, right?” You say and he huffs, laying a palm over his stomach. You can feel it in the way the slimy-squishy walls indent around you.

“It’s not the same.”

”How so?”

”It just isn’t.” Miguel says firmly and you roll your eyes.

”Agree to disagree. Also, go to sleep! I have no idea how you’ve stayed awake this long. We’ll talk about that tomorrow.” You promise, pressing your hand against the closest “wall”. He makes a quiet noise, but it’s quickly drowned out by the familiar sound of rumbling vibrating through his entire body. The volume of his contented purrs are quiet enough that a person outside would have to strain their ears to hear it.

From where you are right now, the comforting noise is steady and somewhat loud. It’s not overwhelming though — it just blends into the other sounds of his stomach growling and his other organs working somewhere else in his body. You stretch and settle down with a quiet yawn.

Then everything shifts around you, contracting and moving to cradle you securely in complete warmth and comfort.

“Goodnight.” Miguel’s low voice echoes from above and you close your eyes.

“G’night.”

You fall asleep that way and he quickly follows, a hand settled carefully over his stomach and fully content.

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xnchxntmxnt · 1 year ago

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Hey! May I ask for a pt 2 of the "skating in heels" piece you wrote, please? No pressure if you don't want to do it!

WHEW OKAY anon. Love ya. Thank you for the request. I forgot it was there for several months im sorry 😭 forgive me

Characters: Kojiro Nanjo, Langa Hasegawa

Warnings: above text if needed

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part one

Kojiro “Joe” Nanjo

Small warning: talk of injuries but its in a light hearted and teasing way, nothing graphic

Alright

See this guy

He’s gonna think its impressive

Clapping, cheering, the whole bit

You can probably sense a but coming

BUT

He’s watching and he’s like

That cant be THAT hard

Ahaha yeah. Sure joe

So you scour the internet trying to find him a pair for 2in heels (start a little easy on him)

They usually dont make heels in his size but dammit, youre stubborn, you find some. Theyre international shipping so you gotta pay the extra money and wait a little longer, but he tested you and now he gets to reap the benefits

Honestly, i love being petty with kojiro because he wouldn’t get upset he just matches your energy

So these heels come and you take him to a skate park on a less busy night when there aren’t any teenagers around. And bring a helmet just in case

“I haven't worn a helmet skating since i was sixteen!” “I know, and you got a concussion two weeks later. Wear it”

So he does, but makes fun of you for it endlessly

Until he falls on his ass coming down off the halfpipe and slams his head into the concrete. So he was happy for it then

Now he just has a bruised butt and ego, but no bruised BRAIN

(dont get concussions kids, i did and it was not fun)

He gets up, dusts himself off, and grumbles something about how he put his foot in the wrong place and he’ll get it next time

(he’s not used to the gap between the heel of the shoe and his toes. Makes a difference)

After making some excuses he tries again. Falls again, and this time its because “the shoes aren’t broken in”

Several tries and excuses later, he gives up and puts his sneakers back on. He respects your ability a lot more after that

Langa “Snow” Hasegawa

Shocked pikachu face

Not much more i can say

Langa is a man of few words and i think he’d just stand there staring at you

You decided to show off to him & reki at the skate park randomly one day (they were very curious what the shoes were for) and pull a couple small tricks on the board

Reki’s all sorts of excited and cheering for you because he’s never seen someone DO that before

Langa just. Sits there mouth slightly open

(gets made fun of for it gently lol)

When youre done and skate back over langa begins spinning you around and checking you for injuries or anything because “that can be very dangerous” and he’s worried about you skating in shoes that are not meant to be skated in

But when he’s finally satisfied and knows that youre okay and didn’t pull anything he’s slightly smiley

“That’s very impressive”

“Thanks, langa”

Proceeds to talk about it for the next SEVERAL days with reki, but doesn’t tend to bring it up with you. No one’s sure why, but he just cant stop singing your praises when you’re not around

Not out of malice, he just does that. Talks a lot about the people he loves when theyre not there. Cute habit of his

He thinks youre so cool though and loves to watch you skate when you put your heels on (or just watch you skate in general

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azullumi · 2 years ago

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Hii, I recently started following your blog and am absolutely in love with your writing! I'm in awe with how you both portray the characters and describe their feelings.

I wish you all the best in your academics!

What do you think about going on a first date with Kaveh?

summary — kaveh and his first date anxieties.

pairing — kaveh/gender-neutral reader

tags — fluff, established relationship, not proofread ; headcanons

words — 920

note — i was supposed to have a different approach on this one but before i knew it, i ended up revolving everything on kaveh but then rereading the ask, i'm glad i did. but anyways! im glad that u love my writing, nonnieee <33 thank u so much for the sweet words and i hope you'll like this! i settled on headcanons so that its easier for me to write and convey the ideas haha

"Do you want to go out sometimes? Maybe for a meal? Oh, wait, I mean, uhh—I just thought it would be nice if we could see each other on days that we are free."

He was the one to initiate an invitation to go out with you even if he just said it out on a whim, a sudden slip of his tongue—as if he hasn't dreamt of taking you out to eat a meal together with you, walk around the city while maybe holding hands, watch the Zubayr Theater's performance for that day, and everything that he wishes.

He's nervous, extremely nervous and anxious. The usually confident and proud man has been reduced to nothing but a small figure of anxiety but honestly, who wouldn't be? Going out on a date with someone who they genuinely and sincerely like, who wouldn't feel uneasy? It was only just the starting point of your relationship and he's only just experiencing his every firsts with you and he wants to make each one of it special.

Even if he has everything already planned out—including the words that he will say and the route that you two will take as he just wants to make sure that everything will go right—he still feels skittish. What if something goes wrong? God, he just wouldn't be able to handle it.

He spent days preparing for the event, the place that you two will have a meal on, what you will do afterwards, and the place of scenery he will take you to right before the day will end. In short, he's very attentive.

He'll also try on several outfits for the occasion, bringing out the clothing he kept hidden that are only to be used on important events. He just can't go out with you with the set of clothes he wears on a daily basis, can he? It's a special day, a date, to be exact.

Despite the feeling of fear and anxiety filling up his mind, he's still excited and looking forward to the day of the date. He ponders on what you would wear, how you will smile, how you will react upon seeing the things that he did and prepared for you, what will you say, and everything. It feels like falling in love and admiring you from afar all over again, as if he went back to the times wherein the two of you weren't still together and you were the only one in his mind as he wonders about every single thing about you—though it's not like he doesn't fall in love over and over again in his every day with you.

And then the day came.

“Kaveh!” “Don’t run, (Name)!”

If he hadn’t been holding on to the thin thread of his sanity and balance, he would have fallen on his knees because of how weak he feels after seeing you dolled up. Expect to be showered with compliments and being flattered by him in every moment—he just could never get enough of how lovely and attractive you look and he wants you to know it.

He’ll proceed with the plans that he laid out for the day inside his head and though you couldn’t say that it went by smoothly, everything was definitely perfect and amazing for you. Every moment, every second you spent with him felt magical and didn’t fail to put a smile on your face the whole time you were with him—seeing your delighted expression and cheerful demeanor made him feel proud and pleased for himself.

The first date wasn’t simply just to increase the intimacy and closeness between you two but to also get to know what you like, what you favor, and what you prefer the most over anything so each time he sees you happy and pleasant over something—like your attention being caught by a certain figure or object in the street and being struck by it— he takes a mental note and makes sure to not forget it.

Throughout the day, you two were close to each other and were even either holding one another’s hand or you had your arm linked with his as you walked around. Outside, he may appear that he’s fine and cool with it but inside he is actually screaming and having an inner monologue fight with himself about what he should do: if he should squeeze your hand or pull you much closer to him or if he should just let you be.

He doesn’t want to part ways with you when the day ends and the date has come to its conclusion and as much as he tries to lengthen and stalls the time he gets to spend with you, he still has to say goodbye in the end. However, give him a quick kiss on the cheek, forehead, or wherever you wish before you two part and he will have a stupid grin plastered on his face as he walks back to his home.

He doesn’t rest but rather thinks of where you two will have a date next, staying up all night while staring at his ceiling and daydreaming of you. Perhaps a picnic in the forest in the afternoon while you two wait for the sun to set would do or maybe going to a spot with beautiful scenery like a lake he found hidden in the forest that looks so magical with the crystalflies and butterflies fluttering their wings around the area? Nevertheless, he’s looking forward to it all.

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xlethalhadesx · 2 years ago

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the opportunity chapter 4

a/n: hey my fellow heimdall crusaders, i have made another chapter of this chaotic yet steamy serious. from here on this is where the good stuff starts to come wink wink but besides that im sorry it takes me a while to post i work on other things like drawings and edits too, which eventually i will post art of him.....eventually but for now enjoy this please.

warnings: just heimdall being heimdall, a little steamy, nothing else to warn you about you knew what were you getting yourself into when you clicked on this. IF THERE'S ANY MISTAKES MY BAD

It was another calm afternoon on Asgard, Heimdall decided to wake up early for work, standing in the middle of his room getting dressed. As clouded as his thoughts were, he only thought about the day before when he apologized to you, even while being outside on top of the Asgard wall and observing the area.

The wall is the only place where he can get a piece of mind with himself. These days weren’t busy for him, since Odin didn’t assign many things to him, you bother that man every thought. That look in your eye when you weren’t expecting an apology, he never saw that before. Speaking of you, “I forgot she has sparring today” he tells himself, taking a long walk back to the elevator.

Maybe today he’ll decide not to be a total asshole to you, not yet though. Getting off the elevator, he went to the town's shopping plaza, going to where Odin made you set up after the move.

Coming to the front door of the shop, he opens the door and is greeted by a sight to see. You were talking to a very handsome customer, that mouth of yours was brandishing a good smile Heimdall hadn't seen in a while, and this guy…, this guy is making you smile easily. You’d smile at anything that can make you laugh.

“I didn’t know blacksmithing came with slacking off”

Heimdall being unannounced, you looked over seeing him “I didn’t know you were coming this early”

“Well, If I can get you out of my hair for the rest of the day, then sure” he looks over at that male who was talking to you, being on Heimdall's level and looking at him with a bright smile, putting a nasty feeling in his stomach.

The male opens his mouth, “I'm kamur” he knows Heimdall since he’s seen him once or twice whenever he patrolled the plaza, kamur could tell the look on Heimdall's face that he couldn't care less what his name was, and turns his attention back to you.

“I will find you later, y/n” walking out of the shop to tend to his own shop next door, the watcher's eyes watched him leave.

“Now, if you are done with your play date, I’d like to go ahead and get this over with” you weren’t in the mood to waste his time in any way possible, coming around from behind the counter. You’d made sure to close up the shop before following behind him to take you wherever you two were going. The walk was silent until you decided to ask a question.

“Are we sparring like last time, my ass ending up on the floor?”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you covered in mud, sunshine,” he said sarcastically, “but all father wouldn’t be happy about that” looking over his shoulder at you, you hate to admit it, but there were a few times this man puts a scare in you. Not only was it because he was bigger, but he also beat you in combat, of course, knowing damn near everything coming at him.

You could say it was admirable, you thought. Earning a hum of approval from the aesir, was he reading your mind again?

Brushing from your thoughts, you realized you were back at the lodge, on this training ground again. “Since you obviously aren’t ready for a weapon, we’ll start from the basics” you stood in front of him, only looking up slightly since the height difference wasn’t too big. “Throw a punch,” he told you, feeling like he was planning something, but you swung, testing your fate, and he caught your fist before it reached his face, giving you a slight smile.

“Is that how you really punch?”

“Well, I didn’t want to ruin your face more than it already is” his grip on your fist tightened, as he got closer to your face, him being this close allowed you to examine his face more. Seeing a few beauty marks, a five o'clock shadow, and those bifrost eyes he’s so famous for.

“Hit me as if I'm a threat to you, commoner” gazing into your eyes.

Letting go of your inflamed knuckles, he stood straight again looking at you with a scrunched expression, telling you to swing again, and you did.

Over and over, for probably hours in the day, him blocking your swings, Maybe even stepping back a little. It wasn’t to mock or tease you, just to make you learn, it makes you swing faster each time.

“How did you learn to fight?” you asked.

“You can't swing, and talk at the same time. Way out of your league” he keeps catching your fist that came at him with one hand.

“That doesn’t answer my question, Heimdall” your question was met by silence as he continued what he was doing before.

He rolls his eyes “I learned from all father, he has taught me many things” You should’ve guessed the answer would be that, I mean who else would teach him how to fight?

“It’s quite impressive”

The compliment from you surprised him, looking at the very soft knuckles that he caught each time. “Well of course it is, I’m the watcher of Asgard” he holds your balled fist without letting go, looking at you. Becoming confused by him grabbing it, you look up at his face.

“Is something the matter?” You asked, there were a million things going through his head. Watching your eyes look at him with softness he hasn’t seen from anyone in a while, making his palms a bit heated and sweaty. Releasing his hold on you, he scoffs, putting his hand down.

“I think that’s enough practice for you, don’t want to drain you out” he crosses his arms, a lot of things in his mind were trying to deny him of that warmth inside him from that compliment. Throwing the poor man through a pit of confusion.

“You should report to all father about your training, I don’t want him to think I’m not doing my job” walking past you to lead the way back inside the lodge, he would never let any women blind him from his duty, but it seems like you're making it hard for him. Knocking on the door of all father’s study and coming in to inform him why you are here.

While you and Odin talked, heimdall leaned against the door just listening while staring at your backside, what were you doing to him? Everyone hated him to the bone, not one could barely talk to him but you, you can tolerate him. Completing him earlier, he didn’t hate it either, it was like scratching his ego more than it already has.

“I can tell you two are bonding a little more than how it first was” Odin comments.

“That’s only when she isn’t talking” there he goes, talking again without thinking.

You look at him for a second before turning your attention back on Odin, “trying my best every day, I can tolerate him” you tell Odin with a slight smile.

“That reminds me, tomorrow I will be expecting a guess so please behave” this was directed towards Heimdall and not at you, after his sigh of annoyance you bid goodnight to Odin before leaving. Heimdall, closing the door behind you.

“More people, more problems”

“Not every person who comes here is a problem” you walk up the stairs heading to your room.

“I mean look at you, your problem for me, intervening with things I usually do” he snaps back at you, watching you stop at the door of your room.

You turn to him with a look on his face he knows all too well, “do you have a problem with me?”

“I have more than just a problem with you commoner” he looks down at you.

You scoff at him, opening your door “And why do you think I should care?” Saying it in a baby tone only to mock him, walking inside your room with a mischievous grin.

“I’d be honored if the commoner cared, please you think I do”

“I have a name or does your ego block your train of thought” there was a slight spark in his eyes, a slight laugh that rumbled in his chest.

Stepping a bit closer into your personal space.

“You think you are so funny”.

“I find myself quite hilarious, sunshine” there was that shine again, in those devilish purple eyes he always gave you. You were so focused on his eyes, you didn’t even notice how close you two were, feeling him take a breath each time. It wasn’t quick either, it was slow, his eyes looking between your eyes and lips. Mincing the same thing you were doing, his pink lips look smooth, you bet they felt soft too.

Not even knowing who leaned in first, but all you felt was his lips on yours, they felt as soft just like you thought they would be. Your hands found their way to his neck, and his slender fingers came to hold your waist, making him open his mouth wider, the kiss turning a bit sloppy. As much as you hated him, His mouth felt so good on yours, you bite his bottom lip, hearing a whimper from him, pulling away. A trail of saliva split after he broke the kiss.

Catching each other's breaths as you two stood there, Heimdall’s face behind dark red, lips looking bruised and wet as well as yours. He steps back a bit, calming down, looking everywhere else but at you.

“I..- heimdall”

he left, leaving in a hurry without giving you the chance to speak. If he didn’t hate you now, he hates you even more right now, is all you could think about.

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Closing his cabin door in haste, he starts to pace around letting words fly, asking himself why did he kiss you? Why did you kiss him? Even all these unanswered will still have an awkward encounter in the morning, did you bewitch him? What were you doing to him?

Leaning against a wall while looking down at himself, seeing nothing but a noticeable bulge on his thigh. Only touching the cloth member once, seeing how sensitive he was, cursing under his breath. He’ll just sleep this off and deal with it in the morning, he can always sleep something like this off.

“God damn, commoner”.

a/n: that bifrost on him melting a bit, I'm joking but i hope you enjoyed this chapter

#god of war heimdall #gow heimdall #heimdall god of war #heimdall x reader #heimdall #hes so fine #jesus christ #hes so babygirl #i need him #gow x reader #gow heimdall x reader #hes so cute #heimdallbeingheimdall

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citrus-wall-paint · 7 days ago

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idk how to put things under the cut so im sorry women but erm. Greed!!!!

this would take place towards the end of the team Greed camping trip arc when they're making a pit stop to spend the night in some random town

(tldr; Greed meets Dolcetto's parents and freaks out)

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Slums, late Spring of 1915

“Woah! You gonna share some of that?”

“I’m hungry” Ed groaned, but he still tore off a piece of the sweet bread he was holding and gave it to Greed.

“Yeah, yeah, I could take that whole loaf if I cared enough” he huffed and he bit into the food. “Holy shit”

“Right?? I’m gonna have to get that recipe for Winry.”

“Where’d you even get this?” Greed asked, tearing off another piece, earning a glare from Ed.

Before he could answer though, Greed heard that familiar voice in the back of his mind. ‘Let's switch, I wanna try!’

“Fine” Greed grumbled, and suddenly his demeanor changed as Ling ate his piece. “Mmm! That's so good!”

“Oh, come on, Greed, don't let that fatass out, he’ll eat all of it!” Ed huffed.

Ling laughed brightly, which seamlessly switched back into Greed’s laugh as he relaxed against the wall again. Ed couldn’t help but smile. Man, they were starting to get along well.

He remembered Greed’s question, and his smile widened even more. “This sweet older couple, the Lavotchkin’s, I think? They were so awesome, they gave me a whole meal!” he beamed, but when he turned to see his friend, he stopped. “Greed?”

He looked like he’d been shot. There's no way… no, no that’s probably just a common last name, yeah? That’s all… it can’t… it can’t be.

Suddenly, he stood. “What house?”

“Wha-?”

“What. house.” he repeated, and if Ed didn't know any better, he would be scared for that couple's safety. But Greed didn’t hold any anger behind his eyes, it was guilt. He swallowed and stood. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but he figured that this wasn’t something that Greed would give up on. “I’ll take you”

The mood was gravely different now and Greed didn't say a word, even as Ling tried to get him to at least explain the connection. Even still, he had a feeling what it might be, especially considering how shakey Greed’s hands were.

Ed knocked on the door, and when a sweet old woman opened it to see a visibly frustrated Ed, she seemed concerned. Ed’s face softened, but before he could try to explain anything, Greed interrupted him.

“Was your son Dolcetto?”

The silence now was even more deafening than earlier, and Ed turned to face Greed with a pained, shocked expression. Oh.. if he had known, then maybe… but Greed was looking forward, determined to know if he was right, or if he really was losing it.

After a long moment of silence, where Ed was sure the woman would shut the door in their faces, she cracked a pained smile. “You knew my son?”

The house was incredibly comfortable, with pictures all over the walls and shelves, a lifetime of memories for the family. All of the furniture was either covered in colorful blankets or doilies, and the ever present smell of good food coming from the kitchen made the atmosphere feel like home. Greed’s eyes were glued to the floor.

“Ormeasco! We have more guests!” she called into the kitchen brightly as they passed by before sitting the boys down at their small nook table. “Now, sweet boy, how did you and Dolcetto meet?” she practically beamed as she asked, sitting across from Greed. She read his expression as shy, but Ed knew he was terrified.

“Uh, we met during the war.” he muttered.

“Oh my, you look awfully young to have been out to war, what were your parents thinking?” she tutted.

“Ran away,” he said flatly. This woman was so sweet… he couldn’t believe that he was the reason her son was dead. He couldn’t stand to look at her. What was he expecting?

She nodded in understanding. “And you… you were friends with my boy?”

The words were stuck in his throat. He felt such a searing pain he didn’t know what to do. He couldn't answer the question. “He was pretty popular, you know.” he muttered, cracking the slightest of smiles. Ed had never seen him like this before. “He really had a… a family. Lots of people looking out for him.”

She nodded again. She didn’t need to be told their fate, the poor child’s body language gave it all away. “I’m so glad to hear that. He was such a good boy, so loyal to those he loved, and to his country. I’m sure he’s smiling down at us right now.”

He shifted uncomfortably. He was totally out of his element. This woman was told her son died years ago in the war, not that he was killed a few months ago because Greed couldn't protect him. And then he remembered… he remembered Dolcetto’s little brother. He remembered how he broke into his bar to get food, how he dragged Greed along to “save his brother”... hell, if they never met, Greed would never have gone to break his chimeras out of that lab. He was glad that Dolcetto sent him home, that kid deserved a life better than he could have gotten at the Devil’s Nest. But sometimes he wondered why. Why did Dolcetto stay? Why didn’t he go home? He was the only one with a family, surely they would’ve understood… but damn, now was not the time to get lost in all of that. At least his little brother got to come home.

“I knew your other son, too.” he said a bit brighter. “That kid was so fiery, would you believe that I met him when he ran away?”

This got a laugh out of Mrs. Lavotchkin, and she smiled so brightly. “Yes, our little Barolo. Ran away to see his brother and came back with the wildest stories of human-animals and invincible monsters. Whatever friends he made, he sure admired them.”

The sadness behind Greed’s eyes was somehow deeper, but he was smiling now. “Glad he made it home safe, then. Where is he? He’s gotta be in university by now?” Honestly, he wasn't even sure of the kid’s exact age, but knowing how energetic and passionate he was, he must've made a name for himself by now.

But, Mrs. Lavotchkin’s smile was much dimmer now. “Oh my dear, Barolo fell ill. He passed away the summer after he came home.”

All the color drained from Greed’s face as he abruptly stood. He looked like he was simply about to collapse from all of the new information today, mumbling an “excuse me” before nearly running out the door, just as Mr. Lavotchkin was bringing out dinner.

Ed stared helplessly as Greed bolted, hoping that Ling wouldn’t let him run far. “I’m sorry, maam.” he sighed, turning back to face Dolcetto’s mom.

“Don't be.” she hummed sadly before looking up at her husband. “They were just asking about our boys. It seems their loss was hard on everyone.”

He nodded carefully, setting the meal down. “Do you want help finding your friend?” he asked softly, despite his stern presence.

“N- no, it’s okay. I’ll go get him” he said, awkwardly standing with another sigh. “I’m sorry for the trouble, really.”

“Nonsense.” she tutted softly. “Hearing that our boys were that deeply loved is everything a mother would want to hear.”

“Greed? What the h-” he stopped when he saw his friend behind the inn they were staying at, hunched over and dry heaving. His stomach still burned - he’d never gotten sick before so this was just fucking great, what perfect timing.

Ed sighed, disappearing for a moment before returning with a glass of water.

“Bread’s not sitting with me, I shouldn't eat” he muttered. And well, at least, that's what he thought was going on.

“Your structure is still human. You’ll feel better if you eat.” he reasoned, but it lacked its normal frustration. He always figured that Greed cared about those Devil’s Nest guys, but he had no idea he was this torn up about it. Ling, on the other hand, did. He tried to stay quiet when Greed was having these moments, trying to radiate as much comfort and understanding as he could, even if he wasn’t sure Greed would open up enough to take it. Ed held out the water, but Greed shook his head. “I need a smoke”

“I’m not letting you mess up Ling’s body like that”

“He’ll heal, dumbass”

“Addiction, dumbass.” he huffed before offering Greed the water again, and he reluctantly took it. “C’mon, go to bed. It’s my turn to patrol.”

He tried, honestly, he did. He laid down and stared at the ceiling for maybe an hour before making his way up to the roof. It was so much more peaceful, the sky looked so big, the breeze soothing, the view incredible... Ed even somehow looked smaller all the way down there, and that thought got a chuckle out of the equally-restless Ling.

‘Can I ask you something?’

Greed sighed, running a hand through his hair. He used to get freaked out whenever Ling would randomly speak in his head, but now, he didn’t mind it. It was weirdly grounding.

“Depends.”

‘Hm. nevermind.’

“Huh? Then why-”

‘I said nevermind’

“Damn, you’re annoying”

‘I know.’

Greed huffed out a sigh, laying back on the cold tile.

‘It’s just…’

“Oh my god pissant spit it out.”

‘Do you really believe that reactions like this mean nothing?’

“Huh?”

‘You got so emotional you made yourself sick. And you think that means nothing? That they meant nothing?’

“Shut the hell up.”

‘Greed you have t-’

“Shut the hell up Ling!”

He wanted to keep pushing. Greed was just so damn stubborn, Ling knew that he had such a caring heart, he just needed that breakthrough, needed to just admit that he cares about others, because that doesn't make him weaker, it makes him better... But also, he had been through a lot today. Ling, admittedly, didn’t like it when he got so upset. It was weird having such an emotional attachment to him, but it wasn’t like he was going to push it away like Greed did. He sighed, but didnt say anything else, even after Greed calmed down.

The rest of the night was spent in silence. Neither of them slept, but it felt like in no time at all, the sun rose again and the town was coming back to life.

“Excuse me? Son?”

Greed shot up from his sitting position, looking down from where he sat to see… fuck. He climbed down the roof in a way that hopefully wouldn’t let her question his humanity. She was holding something… a tray, but it was covered.

“I’m glad I caught you. My husband and I made something for you.” she smiled, handing him the tray. “It was Dolcetto’s favorite,” she added quietly.

He peeked under the cover… fuck. He remembered when Dolcetto would make this all the time - or, try - at least. His words were caught in his throat again when he felt her hand on his shoulder.

“And this.” she added, holding up a photograph. It was Dolcetto and Barolo. She gently set it down on top of the covered tray in Greed’s arms, and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze before dropping her hand. “Stay safe out there, please.” she added before leaving Greed with his thoughts.

He looked down at the photograph on the tray, which was shaking in his hands. He hoped tear stains didn’t ruin polaroids.

#greed needs more time to mourn #he cares so so so much and it's literally his downfall #Ed wants to help cause he also has a bleeding heart but is. lost #Ling will get through to him one day tho its okay #greeling #greedling #edward elric #ling yao #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood fanfic #fullmetal alchemist #greed fmab #fma

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99izms · 2 years ago

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through the cosmos

/ kiss later (fluff) 2.8kct

lyric synopsis: even if i dont say it / you know how i feel / i like you too / i trust you too

“hey, y/n.”

i jump out of my seat, adrenaline filling my body.

when i turned to my side, i saw my attacker was just choi soobin, the man, or rather boy, who appears at 9 am every day, scaring me in every way possible. its the 164th day of him having this routine, and it gets me every time.

“i cant believe that still gets you,” he chuckled, rubbing my shoulders to ease them. its humorous that even he is confused how i never anticipate him.

the true reason i get scared every morning at 9 am on the dot is hidden behind my ribcage, pounding aggressively everytime i see him.

its common knowledge among our peers the way us two flirt. well, its really common knowledge the way soobin flirts.

he’ll look at you, a small smile in his eyes, all while listening intently to whatever unimportant tangent youre going on. he’ll nod as he listens, making sure you know how engaged he is. then he’ll respond with a quick smirk, licking his lips soon after, and then fiddling with his hands. in this specific situation, though, “you” is me.

in that case, its common knowledge that soobin and i mutually have crushes on each other. i never reciprocated physically, though, out of pure nervousness. once i start it’ll be hard to stop right? its better not to start in that case.

of course i trust soobin, why shouldnt i? he has great reviews around the campus. a solid 10/10 stars. he’s respectful, reliable and cuddly, that last adjective i awarded him myself.

he knows i trust him, and he trusts me too. he knows how to abide by boundaries and put others’ feelings before his own. hes wonderful in every sense of the word.

“how are you, soobin?” i pushed my lips into a straight-lipped smile, raising my eyebrows to show soobin that i really cared to know despite my sarcastic tone.

“well now that im with you, my love,” he leaned down to my level, lining our eyes. his right hand was holding my cheek.

before soobin could finish his sentence, i turned my head to the side, avoiding his lips. yet, it seems i couldnt keep the smile from creeping on my face.

“kiss later, soob.” i removed soobins hand from my cheek and gave him a nervous grin.

he accepts my request and finds his seat next to me, keeping his hand on the table next to me, open in case i decide to find warmth and comfort in his fingers. eventually i took his offer and subtly wrapped my pinky around his pointer finger.

im not very fond of my 9 am class, but soobin joining me on my daily escapades almost makes it worth it. key word: almost.

“lets go out tonight,” soobin said as he held my waist, looking down at me while awaiting an answer. we were on our way off campus after a long day of distracting each other with soft giggles.

i played with his fingers with minimal thought, my mind thinking about a date with soobin tonight. our fifth date.

soobin seemed rather traditional with labels. he believed in proper dates before officially announcing a relationship. he enjoys separating dating and being in a relationship. i, on the other hand, find us in an odd gray area. even in the 1950s, people were more touchy on dates, right? id enjoy being asked to be soobins significant other, but soobin has yet to ask.

“i have a lot of work to do though,” i said as my voice faded. his fingers danced on my waist, tickling me into submission.

“trust me, ill take care of all your work, just let me take you out tonight, please?” his soothing voice lulled me into agreeing. i smiled to myself, focusing on my walking feet while trying not to give in too quickly.

“it matters where we’d go.” i finally made eye contact with him, smiling at him playfully once again.

“how about the planetarium? theyre having a huge show tonight. flying through the cosmos.”

i nodded with a small pout, continuing to hold soobins hand that was holding my waist. my eyes found his once more, seeing that he was already looking at me. the corners of my lips turned up once more, seeing the way his pupils grew to fill almost his entire iris— it always happened when we made eye contact and i thought it was adorable.

“its the fifth fucking date,” yunjin muttered as she folded a shirt of mine, “you gotta give him something. he definitely deserves it.”

i rolled my eyes, knowing my friend has been saying that since the second date. since they first heard about me and soobin officially starting to date, theyve been begging me to slut myself out for their own gain. i love them for that, because i know for a fact i would do the same thing if i were in their spot.

“yunjin, sometimes people are more conservative with their kiss virginity,” my other friend, sieun, groaned.

“im not a damn kiss virgin. thats a stupid term anyways.” my lips rubbed against each other as i tried yet another lipstick shade. i started choosing so many different colors that they started mixing together as one color—maybe ill go with a stylish, yet unique lip stain, then.

“its just crazy you have thee choi soobin wrapped around your finger and, still, you never felt the urge to go ballistic and devour him, how havent you…y’know?” my third friend, chaeryeong, agreed with yunjin.

“trust me, chaer, i definitely wanted to. during literally every date my gut tells me to jump ontop of him and go insane, but then my mind gets foggy and my anxiety kicks in and then soobin has to take me back to his apartment to drink fucking pepto bismol.” i wasnt joking but everyone still laughed.

yunjin was on her knees, rummaging through my dresser drawer to complete her mission of living vicariously through me. she was definitely hoping id make a move just so she can hear all about it. she laid out at least five pairs of underwear and seven different short shorts and skirts. she started pulling out clothing items i completely forgot existed.

“c’mon, y/n, its gonna be dark and, like, literally who goes to the planetarium?” sieun asked.

“you do know theres a lot of astronomy students in the area, right? and gay girls who are obsessed with stars and shit,” yunjin giggled from the floor.

“he did say there was a huge show today. i doubt we’ll be alone-”

“so does that imply that there is a chance youll go jennifer check on him?”

i stared blankly, yet kept the same playful undertone thats been around the whole conversation. i quietly appreciated the pep talks everyone was giving me, letting my lungs catch slow and calming breaths to ease my nerves. my anticipation was growing, making me wonder how i ever controlled myself around soobin—i guess being all talk and no bite is one hell of a personality trait.

a complete silence filled the air, only the buzz of the street lamps outside my less-than-ideal apartment. i hardly ever have soobin over at the fear of him hearing some loud bang or routine scream from the sketchy people outside. its embarrassing, but its the best i could afford off of campus.

“youre so pretty,” soobin whispered, almost not allowing me to hear.

“and youre rather handsome,” i audibly smiled.

he was wearing a completely out-of-style pair of blue jeans and a much more stylish sweater over a white button down with the collar popped out. it was a bit chilly, but sieun told me i should put my style before the weather this one time.

soobin playfully bowed to me, allowing me to curtsey in response, holding my mid-thigh length black skirt wide, showing more than i intended to. to be fair, though, i have a feeling he was peeking at my halfway unbuttoned white dress shirt, purposefully, yet messily tucked into the skirt—this was entirely yunjins doing, of course. i almost caught myself insecurely caving my chest in, wanting him to look away, but i quickly imagined how it would feel to finally seduce soobin instead of it being the other way around. it helped that he looked so pretty in the dim light.

“shall we get a move on?” i joked, raising my eyebrows to try to wake soobin from my boobs’ amazing and captivating spell.

soobin shook his head slightly, yet quickly, and offered his arm. i took it, taking a quick glance at my friends through the closing door while they quietly cheered me on. almost immediately, a thousand text messages rolled in from the three stooges, telling me that theyll be out of my apartment by the next hour and that theyre leaving presents for me in my room.

i rolled my eyes softly and smiled, knowing they completely disregarded my telling them that i refuse to ever do anything sexual in my apartment. when i sneeze, i get at least three neighbors blessing me in response. i cant take the risk.

“oh, be careful, my love,” soobin mumbled, practically carrying me down the decrepit stairs, noticing how high my shoes are and how expensive they look. “your shoes are really pretty.”

i smiled, feeling very proud of the shoes i picked out myself despite yunjin adamantly disagreeing with the decision. it was the only part of my outfit i was able to choose myself. i whispered a timid, “thank you,” feeling my domineering confidence drain with the way i melted at soobins simple compliment.

after making our way to his car, he opened the door for me. i didnt get the chance to comment on the way he watched me attempt to cover my backside while crawling into the seat.

“its even colder in here, god,” i chuckled as we walked into the dome shaped building. just as chaeryeong assumed, there was hardly anyone in the building. the old man who worked the counter was kind, and very proud that there are still young couples that have the urge to stargaze in a country dying of light pollution. his eyes were sad and mine followed, then soobin looked in mine and frowned.

“i would give you my sweater, but im a fraud, and this collar is just a piece to make my outfit look good,” soobin said with a chuckle, pulling me into his body by the side. “i can agree to cuddling, though.

i agreed, holding onto his forearm that wrapped around my shoulders. we walked intertwined, finding our way to the specific room that the show will be. occasionally, i would cross my step to interrupt soobin, causing him to embarrassingly trip a few times over. he whined every time i did it, but hearing his distress was cute, so i continued as a result.

“ah, come on,” soobin dragged on his words, grabbing me by my stomach and waist, picking me up swiftly as he held me over his shoulder. although soobin didnt work out or have much strength in a traditional sense, natural and personal strength is something soobin prospered in. no one expects it every time he reveals it, even himself.

as soobin carried me, i felt my skirt rise inappropriately. i slapped his back and shoulder trying not to alarm the older man at all.

“soobin, my skirt!” i whisper yelled at him, but my warning only caused him to look at me with a smug smile and raised eyebrows, suggesting he wanted to take a look as a joke, though im not really sure if it was a joke. soobin quickly let me down and smoothed out my clothes to make sure i was presentable to anyone we may encounter.

there was a tired, clearly overworked teenager working the stand for that specific theater room. maybe she wasnt overworked, but i can only assume how much she doesnt want to be there.

“enjoy the show,” she lazily muttered to us before taking our tickets and locking the door behind us. there was only one other person in the entire theater, and it seemed to be another older person dead asleep in the corner of the rows. soobin and i held in laughs as we wondered how long this person had been there, and how long theyll remain. soobin led us to the opposite corner of the seats, the old lady kind of scaring us out of that vicinity.

my thighs rubbed together in anticipation while my eyes took glances at soobins figure. i watched the way his hands laid between his open legs, the way his spine slouched slightly, and the way he took many, many heavy and deep breaths. his eyes stayed away from me though.

i twiddled my thumbs until a slow rumble of inspirational music played in the surrounding sound system. the theater was pitch black and my eyes were on the ceiling, anticipating the start of the star of the show, literally.

a narration by an old man begins, babbling about how small of specs we are in retrospect while video of our solar system plays in the back. i began giggling at how outdated the information was; it still had pluto categorized as an official planet. the video was grainy and the audio was practically a snoozefest in the first three minutes.

“i thought you said this was a big show, soobin,” i whispered to him, nudging his bicep.

“i lie a lot to get you to go out with me, i thought youd know this already, y/n.”

he definitely had a point there. he lied a lot. not always on purpose, but it happened. its never really blatant lies, its usually just stretched truths. technically, the show itself is big, but just in the literal sense of the word. i accepted it though, since we’re alone.

i watched the ceiling, seeing how the big bang happened (all according to some random dude in the 1990s). there was one particular part i found genuinely interesting: only after 9 billions years did our universe get created post-‘big bang’, although many people perceive the big bang as the start of the universe itself; we always find a way to center ourselves in spaces we arent important.

as soon as i turn to ask soobin if he heard that fact, i caught him trying to quickly look away from me.

his eyes were scanning the ceiling, revealing a small nervousness i havent previously seen in him often. since we switched places, i decided i could make my move.

i straightened my posture, pivoting my body so i could comfortably face him. my hand found refuge on his neck, forcing him to bring his gaze to mine.

he was so nervous and it made me feel comforted knowing this was going to be as important to him as it is to me. he took a deep breath before holding my jaw in the palm of his hand, though he didnt pull me up towards him. he allowed me to pull him down into my lips, holding him so perfectly and exactly the way i dreamed.

i smiled into the kiss when i felt soobins body perk up and push deeper into mine. we separated quickly for air, but reconnected soon after. his head tilted to find my lips in the most amazing way possible.

it was dark once more, the stars molding into each other and disappearing in mathematical patterns. we couldnt see each other, and we couldnt hear each other well, but, still, we felt each other as deeply as we could. i felt connected to him, and im more than exhilarated to be with him.

starting makes it hard to stop, and part of me wishes i never started. our bodies drew closer, ignoring the physical barrier of the armchairs between us. my mind faded out any logic that, once upon a time, guarded my entire consciousness. i wouldve continued if soobins soft hand didnt gently push my chest away from his.

the removal wasnt harsh, it was honestly hardly noticeable, but i took the hint and finally separated from soobins lips.

“im so glad you made me wait for that.” even in the darkness, i could see the way his teeth revealed themselves behind his heavy breath.

“it was the perfect time, right?” i tried not to sound needy, but i definitely needed words of affirmation after such a gutsy action.

“i couldnt have planned it better.” his smile hugged me, and his hand held mine.

the narrator then said something about the never ending expanding universe: we will expand until swallowed whole by a black hole. it’s inevitable. our generation will be long gone before that will ever happen, so we shouldnt worry.

time will go on with or without us, and maybe a new wave of life will pop up somewhere in the multiverse, and the most we will be able to do is wish for the best for them.

i hope in every universe, theres a person watching the stars with someone who is willing to wait.

a/n: i wrote this way before the loona boycott, so, despite me saying that everyone should listen to the songs i write with before or after reaading, please avoid listening to kiss later! however, if you feel you must, please listen on soundcloud, theres a few reuploads of kiss later on there! i also kinda dont like this for some reason, but its always been a fic i had a soft spot for lol

#txt fluff #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #kpop #txt #soobin fluff #choi soobin #soobin x reader #txt soft hours #song fic

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“How many times is that today now?” She asks, gently tossing the phone to her as a missed call notification replaces the incoming call alert.

Mysaria hard carrying for aemond is still so girls girl of her. Bless her

She shrugs, not averting her gaze from the TV screen as a rerun of Come Dine with Me, that neither of them are particularly paying attention to, plays to itself. “Dunno. He’ll get the hint eventually.”

BUT IM SO PROUD OF HERRR!!!!! IM SO FUCKING HAPPY SHE ❌👅 ❌ IGNORED THAT RATTTTTTTT DESERRRVVVEEEEEEEEEEEE DESERVVEEEEEEE

It’s Sunday evening and she hasn’t spoken to Aemond since she woke up alone in his flat the previous morning, despite the fact he texts and calls her more times than she can count. She deletes the messages without reading them, and lets each of his calls go to voicemail. He’d made her feel cheap, used, put a price on her body, and she had no desire to ever speak to him again.

I LOVE THAT FOR YOUUUU

Mysaria sighs, flopping back against the sofa cushions. “Can I be a bitch for a second?” She asks, turning her head to face her. “You aren’t going to like it, but I think you need to hear it.”

Do it. My beloved girls girl. Even though I'm absolutely going to DESPISE LOATHE ABHOR EVERY MOMENT

“Why are you punishing him because you’ve caught feelings?”

DAMN. But 🤨 cos he deserves it??

Her annoyance bursts forth into anger as her brow furrows, her body language becoming squared and defensive. “I haven’t–”

YOU THINK YOU DONT LIKE HIM????? TANGA KA PALA EH BOBO NAKAKABWISIT KA TITI NG AMA MO ULOL GAGO HINAYUPAK

“Yes, you have,” Mysaria interrupts. “I get that he did a shitty thing by leaving you high and dry, but he clearly feels bad or he wouldn’t keep trying to reach you. Give the guy a chance to explain himself, if you don’t like what he has to say then break things off.”

No. I love you. Shut the fuck up. Ok maybe I'll do it but after I make him suffer a bit more

“Because I’m right,” Mysaria says smugly, leaning over to tap her on the nose. “You gonna call him back then?”

🙄 you are but I hate it shut the fuck up I won't call him. EW

“Erm…so it’s not pizza…” Mysaria says awkwardly as she re-enters the living room, a silver haired figure a good deal taller than her trailing behind her.

youtube

“You’ve not been returning my calls,” Aemond says flatly.

Aemond nods gratefully, taking the seat next to hear. “These are you for, by the way,” He tells her, handing her the flowers.

🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬YOU MUST THINK IM STUPID OF COURSE THEY'RE FOR ME IF THEY WERE FOR MYSARIA ID SKIN YOU ALIVE

“Listen, if the other night wasn’t good, or I hurt you–”

YOU KNOW HOW

LOUD

THE SOUND OF MY HAND SLAPPING ON MY MOUTH WAS??????

“Cheap? But I bank transferred you afterwards.”

IM SO FUCKING AGGRAVATED BY HIM WHAT THE FUCK GET THE FUCK OUT KF HERE YOU CHUFFER DALCOP 👺👺👺👺

“Yes!” She replies with exasperation. “You made me feel cheap, and used.”

LOUDER FOR THE BUFFOON IGNORAMUS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

See this why I hate rich people they're so disconnected to reality and they use theyre money like it could fix the world WHICH US COULD BUT YOU CIRCLE BACK TO HE FACT THEYRE SO FUCKING STUPID AND DISCONNECTED

“No funny business, I promise. We don’t have to sleep together again, but I’ve enjoyed having your company at family functions, it makes them more bearable. Please say you’ll consider it?”

No. Get out of my house. I can't possibly answer your life altering question right now the same moment

She’s not sure what prompts the words from her mouth, perhaps it’s the pleading look in Aemond’s eye, or the fact that she enjoys his company too, but she says them before she fully has a chance to think about them. “Okay, we’ll carry on as before.”

🫤 fucking imbecile

“I suppose that’s my cue to leave,” Aemond says softly. “I’ll text you, okay?”

Don't text me get the fuck out of my house

FASTER BUDGET MALFOY

.... Ok considering he's rich I don't think that's a good insult. ITS A GREAT INSULT

She nods, and they both stand, hovering near each other, both unsure of what would be an appropriate goodbye. Eventually Aemond leans in, kissing the corner of her mouth lightly before pulling back and exiting the flat. She holds her fingers against the area, still able to feel the press of his lips even after he’s departed.

SEE YOU DID IT AGAIN. I DID NOT CONSENT. YOURE SUCH A COLONIZER ALL YOU DO IS TAKE WHAT YOU WANT AND DONT THINK ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ YOU THINK WITH YOUR DICK AND EVERYTHING IS A CASUALTY. YES IN A VILLAIN BUT YOURE A MAN. EVEN AT THE DATE YOU JUST PULLED HER CLOSE. YEAH IR WAS GREAT BUT FUCK YOU IT WOULD HAVE BEEN GREATER HAD YOU ASKKKKKKKEDDDDD

Yeah, I’m free :) xoxo

The only xo this man deserves is the xo in extermination.GET A GRIP GURL

Aegon merely holds up a hand by way of greeting, looking less than enthusiastic to be there, [...]

AEGON I TRUST YOU STEAL ME AWAY

“It would mean having to switch off their Playstation, so I very much doubt it,” Rhaenyra says with a roll of her eyes.

😬😬😬😬😬😬🤢🤢🤢🤢 PLAYSTATION SONS I HATE THAT FOR YOU RHAENYRA

“You’ll be okay for a moment won’t you, darling?” Aemond asks her.

🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 Im convinced this man is insane. SIR YOUVE MET YOUR FAMILY WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LEAVING ME THE FUCKKKKKK??????

Aegon has sidled up to her, beer in hand, a slight smirk on his face. “Having fun?”

NO 🤬. 💞💞💞💞💞 Aegonnnn 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 HI..PLS HELP ME.

“At least you’re getting paid to be here.”

“You play a convincing part,” He takes a swig from his bottle. “Too good to be acting, actually. You can’t fake how you look at my brother.”

Ok. I guess I can't trust you. Nah that's on me 💩💩💩 I knew men were shit and I still opened my heart to the possibility of them not being that

“Incestuous?” Aegon lets out a laugh that borders on being too unhinged to come from a place of genuine mirth, before taking another swig of his beer. “Yeah, yeah, it is.”

🤢🤢🤢🤢🤚🤚🤚 at least he's self aware

Wait I the part about the canon rhaenyra alicent event got eaten. I just wanted to say I get rhaenyra but she's being a petty cretin about it and as a petty cretin myself that is not the way to go.... Or maybe it is.... IDK THIS FAMILY NEEDS THERAPY but we all already knew that

Luke smirks, elbowing Aemond. “He should be careful, almost had your other eye out.”

Rhaenyra your demon spawn needs a leash what the fuck is that. Go aemond BEAT HIS ASS

She buries her hands into the softness of his hair as he latches his mouth against her, bringing her to quick release with harsh strokes of his tongue. Every thought of what they’d discussed on Sunday evening leaves her mind as he pushes her back against the mattress, the force of his thrusts inside of her causing her toes to curl and her eyes to roll back, until he eventually collapses against her with a grunt, the faint pulsation of him inside of her signifying he’s reached his end.

Annnnddd now we're fucking 🫤 it be like that I guess. Go give us nothing queen

“Your mattress is fucking terrible,” Aemond grouses sleepily, pulling her tighter against him. “It feels like I’ve slept on a pile of loose change.”

❓❓❓❓❓❓ Then leave❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓ sleep in your own bed❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓ buy better sheets❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓ buy a better bed❓❓❓❓❓❓❓ I mean money fixes everything right❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓

He clears his throat, setting down his own knife and fork, before slowly wiping his mouth on a napkin. “I can’t do that,” He says quietly.

This is your cue to throw him out the window btw

Aemond reaches across the table, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re perfect,” He reassures her. “But I’m not, and I don’t do relationships. My circumstances are too complicated, I’d end up hurting you, and that’s the very last thing I want to do.”

GIRL HE SAID IT HIMSELF. RUN.

RUN

RUN 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️💨💨💨💨💨

“Can you…can you just go, please?” She whispers, unable to look at him.

FINALLY SOEM FUCKIGN SENSE

Only after she hears the front door click closed, and the feel of his lips have faded from her skin, does she allow herself to fall apart. Hot tears cascade down her cheeks, as she feels the presence that has taken up so much of her life leave behind a gaping void in its wake.

😔😔😔😔💔💔💔💔💔 ok I still feel for you tho. Ngl he had us in the first half. He had good dick game but not good enough. SOO LA VOO

Who Taught You How to Love Like That? - Chapter Four

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female character (third person) Warnings: Sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics. Smut. Oral (f receiving). Angst. Word count: ~3.5k

Series masterlist

Chapter summary: An understanding is reached and Aegon dishes family dirt at a BBQ.

Author's note: I don't have a tag list - please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Only scabs community label fics. If you find yourself tempted to slap a label on this, please block me instead.

Her phone vibrates on the coffee table, the buzzing causing it to move dangerously close to the edge. Quick as a flash, Mysaria lunges forward from the sofa to catch it before it topples to the floor, smirking when she sees the name that’s flashing up on the screen.

“How many times is that today now?” She asks, gently tossing the phone to her as a missed call notification replaces the incoming call alert.

She leans her head back, eyes flitting to meet her flatmate’s, already feeling a prickle of annoyance heat her skin, but decides to let her say her piece. “Go on then.”

“Why are you punishing him because you’ve caught feelings?”

Her annoyance bursts forth into anger as her brow furrows, her body language becoming squared and defensive. “I haven’t–”

She scoffs in frustration, turning back towards the TV and rolling her eyes. “You are so bloody annoying!”

“Because I’m right,” Mysaria says smugly, leaning over to tap her on the nose. “You gonna call him back then?”

She chews her lip absentmindedly, turning her phone around in her hands. She supposes it wouldn’t hurt to reach out to him, if only to ask how to return the five grand he’d transferred to her.

The buzzer to the flat startles her out of her train of thought and Mysaria peels herself off of the sofa with a groan of “Finally! I’m bloody starving!”

Pizza first, then she’ll call him. She’s definitely not putting it off, she reasons with herself, she just doesn’t want her food to go cold.

“Erm…so it’s not pizza…” Mysaria says awkwardly as she re-enters the living room, a silver haired figure a good deal taller than her trailing behind her.

Dread gnaws at her stomach as she takes in the sight of Aemond, hair thrown back in a bun, dressed in a tight black henley and fitted black jeans, holding the largest bouquet of lilies and roses she’s ever seen before. Even when she’s angry with him he still manages to look absolutely breathtaking, and it irritates her.

“I’ll just…uh…” Mysaria makes a gesture towards her bedroom, and quickly makes herself scarce.

Lucky bitch.

“You’ve not been returning my calls,” Aemond says flatly.

“No…” She responds quietly, feeling the warmth of embarrassment spread through her, as she plucks nervously at the legs of her jogging bottoms. He’s never seen her not put together, and she loathes that she feels shame for her appearance, when she hasn’t done anything wrong. Him seeing her with messy hair, an oversized t-shirt and threadbare joggers makes her feel weak and vulnerable in his presence.

“Or replying to my texts.”

“I know.”

“Listen, if the other night wasn’t good, or I hurt you–”

“Why don’t you sit down?” She interjects, suddenly realising how absurd he looks, stood in the middle of the living room, dwarfing everything around him with his obscenely large bunch of flowers.

Aemond nods gratefully, taking the seat next to hear. “These are you for, by the way,” He tells her, handing her the flowers.

She hums a quiet thanks, immediately overwhelmed by the sweetness of their aroma, and places them on the coffee table, knowing she’ll need no distractions if she’s to say what she needs to say.

“The other night was great, really great, actually,” She begins. “But you just left the next morning without a word, and that really upset me.”

“You were upset because I left?” He asks, sounding almost surprised.

“Yes!” She replies with exasperation. “You made me feel cheap, and used.”

“Cheap? But I bank transferred you afterwards.”

“Jesus, Aemond! I’m not a prostitute!” She throws up her hands angrily, gesticulating her point.

He swallows thickly, clearly considering his next words carefully. “I know you said you’ve never done anything like this before, but neither have I, and I made a mistake. My grandfather called me into the office early on Saturday morning. You looked so peaceful sleeping that I didn’t want to wake you. I’m sorry that my carelessness has hurt you, but I am keen to continue our arrangement.”

It all seems so simple when he words it like that. She could easily have reached out to question his actions, but she’d allowed her emotions to guide her and now feels foolish because of it. When she says nothing, Aemond presses on.

“No funny business, I promise. We don’t have to sleep together again, but I’ve enjoyed having your company at family functions, it makes them more bearable. Please say you’ll consider it?”

“Thank you,” He says earnestly.

The buzzer sounding again prevents him from saying anything else, as Mysaria hurries from her room towards the door, in pursuit of her pizza delivery.

“I suppose that’s my cue to leave,” Aemond says softly. “I’ll text you, okay?”

It takes three days for Aemond to message her again, and in that time it feels as though she could crawl out of her own skin with the apprehension that his silence brings. Had he changed his mind, decided her withdrawing contact over an honest mistake was too much to deal with? It fills her with a nervous energy that makes the days unbearable.

The relief she feels when he finally deigns to reach out is borderline humiliating.

Not sure if you remember my half sister, Rhaenyra, but she is having a BBQ on Saturday. Are you free?

I remember. Are you sure you want to go after what happened on your mum’s birthday? Xoxo

My mother will never let me hear the end of it if I don’t go. Will you come with me?

Yeah, I’m free :) xoxo

When Saturday finally rolls around, she keeps her hair and make-up simple, wearing a floral sundress and strappy sandals, but immediately feels underdressed as she recognises the house they pull up outside of as being the one they’d been to for Jace and Baela’s engagement party.

She has little time to dwell on her appearance though, as Aemond ushers her through the expanse of the house and out into the back garden. A sprawling, lush green lawn that could be considered more of a field due to its size plays host to various members of the Targaryen and Hightower families, as the smell of barbecued meat lingers on the breeze.

Aemond leads her around, his hand glued to the small of her back, so she can say polite hellos to everyone. Alicent and Criston greet her with warm hugs and kisses to both cheeks, Helaena does the same, while standing with Baela and Rhaena, the two girls offer a quick “hello” in sing-song unity. Aegon merely holds up a hand by way of greeting, looking less than enthusiastic to be there, and Otto says a polite “good to see you both”. The rest of the family’s greetings are a little more frosty, with Rhaenyra, Jace, Luke and Joffrey giving curt nods of acknowledgement, while Daemon is too preoccupied with the barbecue to notice they’ve even arrived.

“Viserys and Aegon not joining us?” Alicent asks Rhaenyra softly.

“It would mean having to switch off their Playstation, so I very much doubt it,” Rhaenyra says with a roll of her eyes.

The tension is palpable, but her nerves subside slightly when she sees a Rhodesian ridgeback galloping around the garden, with a copper coloured dachshund hot on its heels.

“Oh cute!” She says, turning to Aemond. “Could you not have brought Vhagar?”

“No,” He sighs. “She doesn’t get along with Syrax and Caraxes, so I’ve left her with the dog sitter.”

She gratefully accepts a glass of Pimm’s that’s offered to her by Otto, before he tells Aemond he needs a word.

“You’ll be okay for a moment won’t you, darling?” Aemond asks her.

The pet name causes her breath to catch in her throat and she merely nods, not trusting herself to speak. As they walk away together, she wanders over to a corner of the large garden, pretending to examine an ornate sundial to keep herself busy, when she feels a presence beside her.

Aegon has sidled up to her, beer in hand, a slight smirk on his face. “Having fun?”

“About as much as you are, by the looks of things,” She replies with a tight smile.

“At least you’re getting paid to be here.”

Her eyes go wide, her chest tightening as she realises he knows.

Aegon chuckles. “Ah, you didn’t think I knew? It’s fine, who do you think showed him the app?”

“O-oh…” is all she’s able to stammer, feeling too shocked to say anything else.

“You play a convincing part,” He takes a swig from his bottle. “Too good to be acting, actually. You can’t fake how you look at my brother.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She snaps, feeling the familiar heat of embarrassment tingle at her flesh.

Aegon snorts derisively. “Look, take it from me, don’t get attached. My brother is the last person you want to get involved with. This whole family is a fucking car crash.”

She sips anxiously at her drink, nodding slightly. “I’d noticed none of you seem to get along that well.”

“That is the fucking understatement of the century. Has Aemond told you much about us?”

“Nothing substantial.”

“Allow me to fill you in,” He gestures discreetly towards Alicent. “My mother used to be best friends with my half-sister, they went to school together. My grandfather and my father were business partners, tri-owners of multiple companies alongside Daemon. When my father’s wife, Rhaenyra’s mother, passed away suddenly, my mother started dating my father.”

“Jesus…” She mutters under her breath.

“Oh, it gets worse!” He says with a leer. “See, Rhaenyra wasn’t happy that her best friend had shacked up with her dad. I mean, who would be? She was even more pissed off when the three of us came along, as it meant she was no longer an only child. She started sleeping around to get back at my father, that’s how she ended up with those three.”

Aegon nods towards where Jace, Luke and Joffrey all stand.

“What about her other two children, Aegon and Viserys?”

“Those are the kids she’s had with Daemon. They got married shortly before my father passed away. Mum thinks she did it just to strengthen her claim of the assets, as Daemon’s a partner in the business and Dad didn’t bother to leave a will. Everything Mum has ever tried to claim for us she’s contested.”

“So that’s what all that talk of Dragonstone Cottage was about at your Mum’s birthday?”

“Yeah, ‘Nyra’s sneaky way of trying to hoard assets for her brood.”

“How do Baela and Rhaena fit into all of this?”

“They’re Daemon’s children from a previous marriage.”

“But Baela is engaged to Jace, isn’t that a bit…” She trails off, not knowing the exact word she wants to use.

“Incestuous?” Aegon lets out a laugh that borders on being too unhinged to come from a place of genuine mirth, before taking another swig of his beer. “Yeah, yeah, it is.”

“So what does this have to do with Aemond? Why should I not get involved?”

Aegon rounds on her. “Has he ever told you about, y’know…” He taps his eye.

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Hmmm. Probably best to leave that to him to explain then.”

Their attention is pulled away by the sound of a fork being tapped against the side of a glass. She turns to see Daemon standing at the head of the garden. “Just wanted to thank you all for joining us today”, He says as everyone gathers closer, herself and Aegon included. “I think such an occasion is cause for celebration.” He brandishes a bottle of champagne, before popping the cork, a few that are stood closest step back out of its line of fire.

Luke smirks, elbowing Aemond. “He should be careful, almost had your other eye out.”

It happens so suddenly it seems like a blur, but Aemond has Luke by the collar and Aegon is rushing forward to tackle Jace away. Punches are thrown from both sides, until the ensuing scuffle is broken apart by Daemon and Otto.

Aemond’s eye is wild as he approaches her, his breathing ragged, and his usually immaculately styled hair tousled. “Come on, we’re leaving,” He grits out.

She has to hurry to keep up with his long strides through the house and to the car, and they drive in silence, Aemond’s knuckles blanched with the force of the grip he has on the steering wheel.

She drums her fingers anxiously against her thighs, not quite knowing what to say, but it is Aemond who eventually breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” He says quietly. “It was a bad idea for us to go today.”

“What was that all about?” She asks as gently as she can. “What got you so heated?”

Aemond sighs heavily, keeping his focus on the road ahead, and for a moment she doesn’t think he will answer her.

“Luke’s the reason I lost my eye,” He admits. “His little comment today got to me, and I lashed out.”

“What happened?” She turns slightly in the passenger seat to face him.

“It’s stupid really, an irresponsible rich family allowing their kids to roam the woods with Airsoft guns. The official story is that it was an accident, but accidents don’t happen at point blank range, accidents aren’t something you never apologise for.”

“Jesus, Aemond, I’m so sorry.” Her heart aches for him, having to play happy families with someone who has maimed him

“It is what it is,” He says with a slight shrug. “Makes being around them harder than it already is though. Thank you for being there with me today.”

“That’s alright,” She fidgets nervously with the hem of her dress as they pull up outside her block of flats. “Do you want to come inside for a bit? You shouldn’t be alone when you’re feeling like this.”

No funny business.

Her heart races as Aemond’s hands disappear up her skirt, reappearing with her underwear grasped in his fingers, dragging them down her legs.

We don’t have to sleep together again.

They fall asleep, curled around each other in her tiny double bed and she’s pleased to see he’s still there when she awakens the following morning.

“Your mattress is fucking terrible,” Aemond grouses sleepily, pulling her tighter against him. “It feels like I’ve slept on a pile of loose change.”

She giggles, nuzzling into his neck.

They spend most mornings like that, over the coming weeks. Aemond becomes a frequent presence in the little flat. Her feet stay planted in his lap while they watch TV after work in the evenings, before he fucks her into the mattress like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Their mornings are lazy and indulgent, spent slowly exploring every inch of each other, before they part ways to go to work, only to do it all over again in the evening.

She buys a dog bed, which takes up half the floor space in her bedroom. Aemond raises an eyebrow at this.

“Vhagar’s quite fussy about where she sleeps,” He tells her, only to watch in disbelief as the elderly doberman circles several times on it, before settling down to nap. “I stand corrected.”

Their presence in her life becomes larger as time goes on, and it’s difficult not to feel that it is more than it is, but she is constantly reminded of the transactional nature with every shopping trip on Oxford Street, every visit to Champney’s Spa, each time he hands her his credit card.

The thought occurs to her that perhaps she ought to broach the topic of what they are, how their relationship is developing, but each time she decides against it, too afraid he’ll say something she doesn’t want to hear.

Mysaria smiles as she sees them snuggled together in front of the TV, when she comes home. “You’re here so often, we’ll have to start charging you rent,” She says playfully.

Aemond pulls out his phone, bringing up his banking app. “How much?” He asks, deadly serious.

“Aemond, she was joking!” She laughs, swatting his arm playfully.

It’s been a slow Saturday morning, almost midday and she sits at the kitchen table, a satisfied ache between her legs, as she sips at a coffee while Aemond plates up eggs benedict for them both. One of the things that surprises her most about him is that he’s able to cook, and he does it well.

She eyes him carefully as she pokes at her breakfast, unable to shift the feeling of how his fingers dug into her flesh, how he gazed at her so reverently, his lips featherlight against her throat just an hour before.

His money, his lavish lifestyle, she wants none of it. She just wants him, so she decides that this time she’ll be brave and shoot her shot before she has the opportunity to second guess herself.

Carefully, she sets down her cutlery and rests her chin against her hand. “So I’ve been thinking…about us.”

Aemond pauses, fixing her with his right eye.

Nerves flutter in her belly at his silence, but she continues anyway. “What we have, let’s make a proper go of it? I don’t care about your money, Aemond, I just want to be with you.”

He clears his throat, setting down his own knife and fork, before slowly wiping his mouth on a napkin. “I can’t do that,” He says quietly.

She is immediately struck by the hollowness in her chest, sucking in a harsh breath to ground herself against the lump forming in her throat.

She can’t argue with him, he’s being so bloody nice about it, and Aegon had warned her of this. She wants to scream at him, to cry, to tell him it isn’t fair, but it’s her that has asked for this, and at least he’s being honest with her, even if the truth does make her feel like her chest is being crushed under a vast weight. “I understand,” She chokes out.

“I’m sorry,” He says sadly, genuinely.

“Can you…can you just go, please?” She whispers, unable to look at him.

He nods, standing and presses a gentle kiss to her temple before leaving.

#aemond fanfic #aemond smut

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suggestion from *this anonnie <3 im obsessed w your big brain anon. i've been losing my mind like a rabid animal over this prompt for weeks. *edit: i just realized i uploaded the wrong version... :,)

DAY SIXTEEN — Panty Sniffing [ cove ]

[ *edited on 10/21 for: uploading the wrong version. ]

tags : NSFW, Dark Content (non-con), fem/afab reader, (OOC) obsessive/soft yandere cove, somnophilia, olfactophilia (aroused by odors from the body, usually the sex), reader is a heavy sleeper, cunnilingus, masturbation

synposis : cove has had a crush on you for years. you are, and always will be the object of his affection. so of course, over the years he has borrowed your panties once or twice. but now, you've come to stay with him after leaving to attend a college out of the country. he's missed you so much..

and now you're sleeping in his bed, a sacrifice he graciously made again. but you haven't outgrown your wild sleeping habits, and seeing you exposed.. so vulnerable and open complied with how much cove has missed you.. he can't help but take a little souvenir from you tonight.

[ kinktober '24 masterlist | ao3 ]

cove’s heart can hardly take it.. he can’t believe you really decided to spend the week at his house instead of with your parents. seriously, how did he get so lucky?

he missed you so much.. he was devastated when you decided to go to a college out of state, but he knew he couldn’t force you to stay and he wasn’t ready to follow you, even though he wanted to.

cove wipes his face with a towel and hums a tune as he flips off the light in the bathroom, grabbing some blankets and a pillow from the closet so he can make his place on the floor next to you.

although, he wishes he was sleeping in bed with you, arms wrapped around your waist and burying his nose in your neck so he can smell your body wash up close, your warmth burning against his body…

but he’s glad you allowed him to sleep in the same room tonight. after all, you guys are adults now. some women would have thought twice about sharing a bedroom with their male best friend. it’s just a simple fact, he’s a man with needs and desires, and you’ve always been so gorgeous, even more so now that you’ve gotten older, grown into your features and found your style.

you’re so brilliant too, and talented.. truly, he doesn’t know how you have gone this long without knowing the extent of his crush on you.

it’s not even a crush anymore, that would be putting it lightly. his feelings for you are much greater than a crush, it’s even deeper than love. cove is completely, and utterly devoted to you. he is loyal to you and you only. you are the only one for him.

he couldn’t dream of being with anyone else, he wishes so badly that you’d look at him like that too.. but even if you don’t, he will stay devoted to you either way.

as long as you don’t give anyone else your affections.. he truly doesn’t know what he’ll do if you find someone else. cove is pretty sure he couldn’t handle it if you started seeing someone else.

you have had crushes before, you even called yourself going on a date with someone from your school.. but thankfully, it went nowhere.

he really doesn't know what he would do if you started dating someone seriously.. he doesn't know how he'd act, react, or how far he'd take it... it's a truly unpleasant thought, one that makes him sick. but that's a thought cove refuses to linger on or entertain.

no matter what, he intends to be the only one in your heart. if you could have even a sliver of love and devotion for him as he does for you.. he'd be so happy his heart would surely burst!

but cove doesn't let those bad thoughts dampen his joy, tonight is the first day of your stay, he has plenty of time left to spend with you, who knows what could happen in that time. maybe you'll even realize how much you missed him and decide to stay with him, what a nice thought.~

cove carefully opens the door to his bedroom, trying to be gentle as he makes his way to the center of the room…

but of course, you always throw him for a loop.

the two of you haven’t shared a bed or a room in years, as your parents quietly banned sleepovers between you two as you got older because they knew of cove’s “crush” on you, but they also knew, that while he was a reserved, respectful, and sweet boy. he had turned into a man at some point, the changes in his hormones made his eyes wander lower than was respectful, he found himself wondering what sex was like, what your a woman’s touch felt like, and his mind conjured up wet dreams and forced him into a cold shower to quell the heat under his skin.

at some point, these little desires started to bubble up, and they sat in a hot cauldron at the bottom of his stomach, waiting to be drunk from. and his crush turned into, unadmittedly, an unhealthy love for you.

he worships the ground you walk on, every step you take and every olive branch you offer to him and every piece of affection you give is like god shining a light on him, offering their brilliant gift. you are the light in what was supposed to be a dark, difficult time. he loves you, of course he does.

you have been the center of his affections for years and will be for years to come.

so even though he snuck into your room more times than the two of you could count, he didn’t know that you still slept so wildly. all the times he snuck into your room, he hasn’t caught you in such a wild, let alone vulnerable position since you were children and wild sleeping positions were simply part of the equation.

but you must’ve gotten comfortable sleeping in a big bed of your own. and now.. you are in his bed, wearing the tiniest slip and your body is spread out like a feast laid upon a grand table. truly.. the way you take up space in his bed, it must be an offering given to him by you.

this.. must be a sign of something, right? who sleeps in their best friend's bed, wearing a cute little slip dress and between that, and your wild sleeping habits, your adorable little panties are exposed..

cove feels his heart rate pick up, subconsciously licking his dry lips as he lets his eyes wander down your body…

he lets the blankets drop down to the floor, feeling a heat burn at the bottom of his stomach as he takes one, two, three, four steps towards the bed.. walking carefully, stepping up to the presentation of your sleeping form until he’s standing behind you..

you must’ve fallen asleep while cove was doing the dishes earlier, at his insistence you get comfortable and he’d join you for your little “sleepover” after he was done, because you’re asleep like a rock, not any wiser to your best friend taking advantage of the situation.

and cove takes the chance, by god if he doesn't take this chance.. you’re so beautiful, so lovely and sweet. and now you’re curled up near the edge of the bed, your dress pooled around your waist and your cunt hidden behind one little layer of fabric and you are just inches away from him..

cove has never gotten this close to you while you slept before.. sure, he’s snuck into your room for a late night chat, excursion, or to sleep on the floor next to you- far too scared to slip into bed with you even if he came close to you so many times, desperate to feel your body fitting against his...

and maybe he's snuck in to take a pair of your panties once, or twice. maybe more than that.. it was an inclination he tried to resist after the first time but of course he couldn’t help but take littles pieces of you from time to time, you wouldn’t possibly blame him if you knew, right?

you were always so close to him and are the center of his affections, he can’t help but feel inclined to your things.. he just wants you at all times.

so sure, he has taken your bikini bottoms and used them to stroke his cock, and he took the first pair of risqué panties you ever bought and buried his nose in them, stroking his cock so hard and so much before he returned them that he was sensitive for days.

but he’s never buried his nose against your cunt, of course he hasn’t. what if you woke up? or one of your mom’s walked in? he could never take such a risk, it was a step he wasn’t willing to take.

he is standing over you, his body casting a shadow over you.

you look so sweet… your face the perfect example of relaxation and your lips parted as you snooze away so peacefully.

cove leans over you, running his hand over your thigh. it’s an.. “innocent” action. one that might be seen as him just waking you up or trying to adjust your body into a more comfortable and safe position on the bed.

but it’s not, he knows it’s not. his hand runs up and down your thigh, feeling your smooth skin under his palm and moving up until his fingers are brushing against your panties, his trembling fingers tracing from your hip towards the front of your underwear.

cove sighs shakily, feeling his heart throb and a mix of arousal and anxiety wrack through him.. his fingertips hovering so close to your hole, just a small piece of fabric keeping him away… the warmth of your sex is like an iron on his fingertips, his fingers travel up between your thighs, carefully pressing down on where he thinks your soft clit lays.

“mmn..” you moan softly, twisting your body so you’re on your back.

cove’s breath hitches, he doesn’t move another inch or take another breath, waiting for several thumping heartbeats and painful seconds as he waits to see if you’re going to move, say something, anything…

but you don’t. now, your arms are sprawled near your head, the expanse of your neck and collar bones are like an alluring fruit begging him to sink his teeth into the skin.. but he doesn’t, that would wake you up. that would cause a reaction, a reality, that he isn’t ready to face.

cove swallows, trying to put his spinning head back together and he grabs you by your waist, pulling you down the bed so you’re closer to the edge, and cove puts down your legs, spreading them wide enough for him to fit between them, wary of every little creak and groan of the floorboards as he sinks to his knees, reminiscent of someone praying.

he wishes he could do this while you are awake, kneeling before you as he worships every inch of skin, from your ankles to your lips he wants to cover in kisses and run his tongue over the sensitive dip and valleys of your body.

but he settles for taking what he can get, this is so much more than he ever thought he could get…

cove tucks his legs under his body, his knees squished against the bed frame as he tries to get as close to you as possible. his nose is just inches away from your cunt.

if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re such a heavy sleeper, you would’ve woken up from his heavy breathing blowing against your thighs alone. he’s like an animal, drooling at the sight of its food sprawled before him.

he holds onto your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders so he can feel the weight and warmth of them on either side of his ears, leaning forward until his nose is squished against your cunt.

he inhales deeply, his eyes closing as he takes in the smell of your body wash and the smell of your musk, your warmth amplifies your scent and it’s driving cove crazy.

cove tries to watch you from his place between your thighs, worried you’ll wake up.. but certainly not concerned enough because he starts to mouth at the fabric of your panties as if he’s trying to makeout with your cunt, his fingers tightening around your thighs, squishing the flesh in his hands..

“god..” cove groans into your pussy, the vibrations making your leg bounce and your hips buck up, bumping your clit against his nose, unintentionally grinding against his face.

cove can’t help the moan that follows, burying himself impossibly deeper into your cunt and running his tongue over the fabric, craning his neck to suck on your clit instead of mouthing at your entrance like a gluttonous, desperate puppy.

his spit soaks the fabric, and he sucks harshly on your clit. the force of it would wake any normal person up, but you sleep through it, little moans and hums of pleasure slipping from your lips as you continue sleeping, your body grinding back on his face by itself.

cove pulls away from your cunt, and you huff, your hips grinding against thin air.

it makes cove laugh quietly, your body is so desperate for him and you don’t even consciously know it. you need him, your body, heart, mind, and soul needs him and somehow you don’t know it.

you must be coming around to the realization though, because at dinner you admitted to missing him terribly and feeling a bit awkward making friends with others because they were so different from him and your mutual friends.

you said you were so used to going home and knowing that your best friend was just across the street, that going back to your new home was an adjustment you painstakingly made.

that made cove so happy.. he had to hide his wide smile behind his sandwich, otherwise he’s sure you would’ve known every thought he was having at that moment. of course, you still noticed his hot cheeks, but you don’t know just how happy he was, mistaking it for embarrassment at such indirect praise.

even if it’s the last thing he does, by the end of this trip you will know just how much you need him. how much you love him..

for now, he continues showering your cunt in the love he’s only dreamt of giving it before now.

he pulls away from your cunt,carefully moving so he can pull your panties off.

cove puts your panties in the pocket of his sweatpants, stowing them away and just hoping you won’t remember going to sleep with them on. you were so tired after all, while cove was washing the dishes, you could hardly hold a conversation with him. so if he takes a little souvenir from tonight.. you wouldn’t know any better.

cove sits between your legs, admiring your pussy.. he only imagined having you like this.

well.. in his fantasies, you were awake and begging him to please take care of you, to give you more.. but. this is a fine alternative. you have the rest of your lives to do things like this.

cove inches closer, his hot breath blowing against your wet cunt, making you squirm but you don’t wake.

he takes it further, too far deep to back out now..

his tongue makes contact with you wet slit, running his flat up from your needy entrance to your hard clit, latching onto the bud and sucking.

“ah!” you cry out, and cove immediately pulls off your clit, his heart beating terribly fast as he waits for what feels like hours for you to sit up and yell, maybe even slap him.

but… you don’t.

nothing happens, you’re just as still as you were a few minutes ago, and you don’t make any other sounds beyond your regular breathing as you continue sleeping..

cove knows he should stop. he’s taken too much, he’s going too far now. but.. your cunt is right there, so wet and pink and begging for him to kiss it.

he couldn’t possibly stop now, and that’s why he gives his tongue back in, taking your clit between his lips and running circles over your clit with the muscle, his spit running from his mouth down your cunt as he continues the assault on your unsuspecting clitours.

your hips jump and your legs sometimes bump against his back, even gracing his ears with a lazy moan or mewl, but you really do show no signs of waking.

cove goes lower, satisfied with the increased reaction he’s getting from abusing your clit. but if he keeps teasing the sensitive bud, there is no way you won’t wake up. so he moves down to your drooling hole, licking up the mix of your fluids and his spit.

cove moans at the taste. you taste like heaven, he doesn’t know how he’ll be able to go about his days since there is no way he could get away with this twice, and there is no way you’ll react calmly to him asking to eat you out because “i ate you out while you slept, can i do it again?” is not an acceptable thing to hear from your best friend.

but that is a problem he can deal with on his own. he’s spent hours missing you when you’d go out with your family without him during your childhood, and he’s spent these last few months missing you since you left for college.

that just means he has to take all he can from your pliant body tonight, while he still can.

cove dips his tongue into your cunt, your taste flooding his tongue as he delves deeper into your pussy, his tongue exploring the ridges of your wet, gummy walls and navigating the path of your insides.

you whimper, and your pussy clenches around cove’s tongue, slick gushing out into his mouth.

cove moans, the vibrations shooting through you and your hips grind down on his tongue, a little huff coming from your mouth. even though you’re reacting, you’re still asleep and unable to push back against the sensation you think is just a dream.

cove wonders what you’re dreaming of.. are you dreaming of him eating you out? of him fucking you, pleasuring you until all you can see is stars and only muster to scream his name?

god. he needs you so bad, he loves you so much..

his cock is painfully hard in his sweats, something he’s just now aware of. he had entirely forgot about himself, deeply lost in the raw smell of your cunt and taste of your arousal.

but his two senses weren’t the only ones pleased, his cock is throbbing in his sweats, pre leaking and staining his pants. if you awoke, you would be able to see the large outline of his cock against his thigh, his pants clinging to his wet tip.

cove huffs into your pussy, pulling his cock out blindly with his free hand, almost tearing the drawstring before he finally frees his cock from the confines of his bottoms.

he takes his cock in his hand, moaning into your cunt and earning a moan from you as well as the relief and pleasure comes over him, giving his cock long, slow strokes, circling your clit with his thumb and mirroring the action on his cockhead…

this must be what heaven looks like.

getting to be buried in your cunt while he masturbates? this is so much better than your panties.. truly, he will become insatiable after this, how could ever let you go when you could stay here, with him, and let him indulge himself between your legs, showering you with love and devotion day in and day out.

“fuck…” cove mumbles into your pussy, fluids running down his chin but he keeps going, intent to make your body remember what he’s doing to you.

cove pumps his fist faster, eating you out with enthusiasm, the wet sounds from all the spit and slick are loudly bouncing off the walls. cove isn’t being mindful about the noise at all, his one track mind focused only on tasting your cunt and making you cum.

he’s not worried about waking you up at all, the wet sounds of his slurping, smacking, and squelching from your sopping wet cunt are so loud in his ears, the world is asleep and so are you. as far as cove is concerned, time is frozen and he is taking advantage of it.

it wouldn’t be surprising if you woke up, and somehow.. even though he was so worried about it, he wants you to wake up.

he wants you to wake up because of the filthy sounds and moans coming from between your legs, the fapping sound of cove beating his dick to pieces is so distinct. there’s no way you wouldn’t know what was happening from that alone, let alone the feeling of cove’s hungry mouth devouring your cunt.

his tongue is long, and his hunger is truly insatiable. always snacking on little treats, getting seconds and thirds at dinner. cove knows how to eat, and he’s been waiting for this day when he could feast on your cunt.

the smell of your hot cunt stuffs his nose and your sweet, viscous juices saturating his tongue..

cove’s eyes are glassed over, looking up to see if there’s any movement from you.

but you’re sleeping so peacefully.. you’re a bit sweaty and your face contorted in pleasure, your lips parted and eyes scrunched as you let this “dream” take care of you, still giving weak thrusts of your hips on cove’s tongue as you try to chase the pleasure you’re feeling.

cove feels his balls tighten, huffs of air from his nose blowing against your drenched pussy. he’s so close to cumming but he doesn’t stop slithering his tongue as deep as he can, pressing his tongue against the spongy spot that makes your hole tighten and flutter around his tongue, thrusting his tongue in and out of your pussy, the sound of your wetness echoing from between your legs.

you’re starting to make more noise, and your heavy, unconscious body seems like it’s responding more.

cove should be more scared that you’re going to wake up from what he thinks is you approaching orgasm, but he’s not. he wants you to cum. wants to taste you, devour you.

he’ll worry about the consequences of tonight later. maybe the guilt of taking advantage of your body will come crashing on him like it did when he came on a photo he had of the two of you at the beach, the image of his cum painting the little photo of you- in that cute bikini and your arm around cove- is still vivid. or the guilt he felt when he stole your panties from your laundry hamper the first time..

his love for you is simply too much for his heart to bare. he loves you, he loves you so much..

he just wants you to know that, he wants you to love him back but he wants you to be happy. and he loves making you feel happy, loves making you feel good.

you must feel so good right now.. you’re probably dreaming of him between your legs and this dream will stick with you even once you wake up.

the thought of that pleases cove… maybe you’ll still be aroused when you wake up, and buoyed by your dream, you’ll ask him to make you cum for real..

the thought makes cove’s eyes roll and flutter shut.

he needs this to happen again. needs to made you cum again, touch you, and please you and kiss you. he wants to kiss you so bad.. wants to leave hickeys on you and engrave his name on every inch of your body, especially inside your body.

god.. maybe you’ll let him fuck you, your body spread underneath him as he feeds inch after inch of his dick into you, the two of you becoming connected..

that’s all he wants. he just wants you two to be connected, inseparable.

cove moans around your pussy again, his hand gripping his shaft tightly as he loses himself in all the fantasies in his head. he’s losing his mind, boarding on pussy drunk with every drop of your delicious slick that flows down his throat.

cove circles your clit harder, faster, his tongue thrusting in and out of your drenched insides. he’s going to cum, he wants, needs you to cum with him. pre runs over cove’s fist, the wet sounds in the room increasing, quickening as he nears the end and he intensely focuses on savoring every inch and drop of slick your pussy has to offer.

“hah- ahh..!” you gasp, your breathing picking up as you near your end. “cuh- cove..” you sigh, and that pushes cove over the edge, his body tensing up and his fist closed tightly over his cockhead, trying to catch his thick, bountiful load but even though he’s saved the blanket, his cum runs down his length and thick globs fall from his fist, staining his dark sweatpants.

your pussy convulses around his tongue and thighs tremble, your pussy gushing slick on cove’s tongue as you finish..

cove licks up your slick, licking your drenched, puffy folds and clit even though your body jerks from the sensitivity. he pulls back, licking his lips and wiping away the spit on his chin.

there’s spit and your own fluids all over your cunt and ass,the blanket is even a bit damp from all of your sweet and cove’s spit.

cove sits back on his knees, trying to catch his breath and watching you, waiting to make sure you’re still sound asleep before he gets up, pulling up his pants and wiping his hand on them, already knowing they need to be thrown with the dirty laundry before you could see them.

he tugs down your dress, hoping that by the time you wake up, you simply chalk up the mess between your thighs to a “dream” you thought you were having and he fixes you to be positioned in the middle of the bed, your body just as heavy and limp as it was when he walked in.

cove brushes his hand against your cheek.. you’re still deep in sleep, true to your nature as ever. you look more peaceful now than you did earlier, and cove preens at the idea that he made you feel good, even if you don’t consciously know it..

cove pulls away from you, only after pressing a kiss to your forehead and he quietly but quickly takes some fresh pajama pants from his dresser drawer, sneaking to the bathroom.

he takes long strides to the bathroom, careful of every creak of the floor and shutting the door as quietly as possible, leaning against it…

cove sighs, melting into the door as he tries to calm his beating heart..

he can’t believe it.. he really got to touch your cunt.. the taste of you lingers on his tongue, your wetness dried on his digit and he remembers his little souvenir, pulling your panties from his pocket..

cove can’t help it in his state of euphoria, holding the cloth to his nose and inhaling sharply.

god.. he loves you. so, so much…

#sugar-omi kinktober 24 #cove holden #olba #cove holden x reader #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden smut #smut #cove holden x reader smut #soft yandere cove holden #dark content

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cherry-romper · 5 months ago

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hey! you write smut or suggestive content??? If so can i ask for sure hc with the aot boys specially the warriors reiner and zeke are my favs if not fluff and silly hc are nice too please????

Suggestive Headcannons

+ Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Proco, Zeke

Warnings; MDNI, Sexual content but language is tame.

Contains; mostly GN!reader - eludes to gender for Zeke due to his plan for euthanasia, Fluff, Smut - nothing hardcore.

Im not a fan of when HC get really vulgar, so this is quite tame. I might venture into that realm later though! I hope you enjoy <3

Eren;

At first, he was into you like you were the last person on earth. He’d be all over you before and after missions (sometimes even during).

Would take you in any position. He’ll be whatever you needed him to be, after all he was all yours and you were all his.

But after a while, he grew more distant. Time spent together was scares anyways, so you barely had time to initiate anything. He has a big burden on his shoulders, but after you brought it up to him, he apologised and told you he was only trying to keep you safe.

He made love to you that night. It lasted hours, you were tangled together like never ending yarn. You explored each other, held each other, loved each other so purely so truly that he knew, everything he must do, he’d do for you. If it meant he could hold you for one more night.

Armin;

Sweet man who makes even sweeter love.

He’s okay with being a little adventurous every now and again but likes to keep this tame most of the time.

He’s really good at teasing in public. He loves to see you flustered. Will never do anything to make you uncomfortable though. He won’t straight up grope you, instead he’ll let his hand wander up your thigh under the table or he’ll whisper something in your ear only you can hear.

Prefers keeping your relationship private. And so, likes to keep the loving till after dark, and it’s always in the bedroom, not always on the bed, but he’s not a fan of doing it elsewhere.

Will cuddle you for hours afterwards, almost reluctant to let you go. He loves your touch more than anything, the thought of being away from you scares him so he savours you as much as he can.

Jean;

You took the lead first, he didn’t know what to do, as much as he didn’t want to admit it.

He grew in confidence though. Taking the lead more, teasing you openly.

He’s a lover at heart. He worships the ground you walk on, but if you tell him too, he’ll go fast, he’ll hit deep, and he will be rough.

He loves you wholeheartedly, so anything you need to finish, he makes it happen.

However, he also loves when you do the same for him in return. He doesn’t ask though, but by the way he vocalises when you tough him just right, he doesn’t need too.

Connie;

He can never be serious, not even during sex.

Has no idea what he’s doing even after months of being together.

Will giggle at certain noises and laugh if either of you bang your head on something.

He often moves around during, tries out too many positions and can’t co-ordinate his limbs well with yours, so you just end up a tangled mess. You both find it hilarious and it’s the cutest thing.

You’ll both find your limbs again, and kiss each other, holding your bodies close. You’ll giggle at each other, faces slick with sweat, sheets sticking to you. You’ll put your foreheads together, whispering sweet nothing at each other before staring up again. Slower, sweeter than before, more controlled.

Levi;

Not into sex. He cares for you time and presence. Time is precious to him.

Don’t get me wrong he has a sex drive, but I feel as though he’s a once in a blue moon person. He’s too busy and stressed to even get it up. Has no problem serving you if you need it.

Will do what he needs to please you, but often takes more pleasure in just cuddling you, holding you close. To him, it feels more intimate than anything else.

Erwin;

Wants to with all his heart, but you can never find the time. If you do, you’re often interrupted.

You can count on one hand the amount of time you’ve been able to actually finish without someone walking in.

When he gets down too it, Erwin is a sensual lover. Caressing you all over, squeezing and squishing you. He loves skin on skin contact.

He likes being behind you, hugging you from behind. He’ll shower you with kisses.

The most memorable time was by candlelight. You’d been drinking wine, reminiscing about the ‘good old days’, recalling tales of stories beyond the walls, and the drama that goes off within. You laughed, you cried, you smiled and frowned. It was a wonderful night; unforgettable. When you retired to bed, you stripped down, your body illuminated by the candles and Erwin nearly lost his mind. You were ethereal to him, so sweet and gentle. How were you put on this earth with him, he was so lucky to be born at the same time as you. So easily, you could have passed him by. You made love that night for the first time, without being interrupted. He sucked in your sent, vowing to never let you go.

Reiner;

I think due to his split personality, it depends to which one you’re talking too.

The soldier part of him is gentle and sweet, normal even. Giving you just the right amount of loving. Touches you right, makes you feel good. The other? A coin flip.

His warrior side will either refuse to touch you, being too scared to lay a finger on you. Partly because he thinks he’ll hurt you and partly because he thinks he doesn’t deserve you. You’ll get fleeting kisses and ghost touches at best.

The other is like a dog in heat. He’ll take you at least 3 times a day.

He won’t use words much, he’ll either give you a look or he’ll straight up throw you over his shoulder and drag you away from what you’re doing, and when he does, he’s rough.

Will also become a babbling mess a lot while being rough. Barely coherent strings of ‘I love you’s and ‘you’re too good for me’s. whiney

He’s not a dirty talker, he’s a grunter or a growler then after a while gets emotional and it turns into whines and moans.

Bertholdt;

MUNCH

Your pleasure is his pleasure.

Nothing gets him going more than your climax. Will refuse to let you touch him till he’s got your head spinning.

He loves the foreplay and aftercare more than the act itself.

During, he’s sweet and loving. Prefers positions where you can be close to each other where he can see your face. Loves when your bodies are pressed together, he wants to feel all of you.

Will often caress your face and kiss you; he will make love to you. He’ll make it mean something every time, he’s not a fan of quickies.

Although, he’s slowly gaining his confidence with it and it always willing to try new things. Like I said, your pleasure is his, he’ll try anything once.

Proco;

Like rabbits.

Everyone is sick of hearing it or hearing about it. He is so smug that he can make you feel good, he will tell everyone everything. With his own added exaggerations.

Loves your body so much, he cannot get enough of it. If you have free time, you two are fuckin’.

A switch in his truest form. He tries so hard to be dominant, but he’s whiney, and a brat with a big mouth. You just gotta touch him in the right places and he’s a mess, and he’s like putty in your hands.

He talks a lot for someone who likes to be edged.

Secretly loves being taken control of but will never admit that.

Zeke;

What a man.

Will make love to you in a way that is unforgettable. Every. Single. Time.

Everytime is better than the last. And every time is different. He’s down for everything, as long as you’re both getting what you want out it.

Love seeing you shake with pleasure.

It took him a while to warm up to the idea of having sex, considering his plan for euthanasia. But you both take the necessary precautions and have come to an agreement with things.

Although he won’t admit it, he wants nothing more than to finish inside you. It’s like an animalistic urge that he can never satiate, and he finds it harder and harder to stop himself.

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hiii~ can you please do a dark sinister strange x reader?? pls i really need it😩😩i love emo stephen sm and im so desperate for a dark fic of him. maybe reader could be in christine’s position? where stephen is so obsessed with bringing her back. except that, this time (kind) stephen failed to protect reader from (evil) stephen and (evil) stephen managed to have her

Don’t Blame Me

Sinister Strange x Reader

A/N: Sorry for the lazy writing lol. Also, Don't Blame Me is his anthem, change my mind.

Summary: The Darkhold exacts a heavy toll, and Stephen decided he’d pay it the world, the universe – if it meant having you back in his arms.

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, gaslighting, manipulation, obsessive behavior, Stockholm syndrome

The Darkhold exacts a heavy toll, and Stephen decided he’d pay it the world, the universe – if it meant having you back in his arms.

Stephen Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme – he wields the power of the gods. What man wouldn’t be happy, contented?

But it drives him crazy, because for all this power that he holds, why wasn’t he able to save you? Why was the multiverse so cruel, that not even in one of the infinite universes, he couldn’t find one where he was happy, where he is with the person that he loves the most?

Stephen has the power of the gods. He is a god, and he’ll do anything to get you back. He’d cross the line by using dark magic, waste his time studying, and lose his mind every time he loses you time and time again. He’d go as far as killing his variants.

Love has just made him crazy and no one could ever blame him for that.

It’s been some time since Stephen had come up to meet this universe’s Strange, so despite the eerily scary ambiance of the Sanctum, you put on your brave face and followed him inside.

Goosebumps form on your skin as you ascend the grand staircase, which looks like it ends up in the clouds, not to mention the boundless sea that stretches to the horizon.

As you arrived at the study, you caught a glimpse of a man’s silhouette by the large window, presumably this universe’s Stephen. But where is your Stephen? “Hello?”

He slowly turned around, confirming your hunch. “Stephen…?” you whispered, uncertainty lacing your voice. He doesn’t look that different, but he sure looks grim. His eyes, though the same cerulean ones, feels darker, just like this world. However, as he watches you, a glimpse of excitement shone through, and you daresay the life in them were slowly reappearing.

The man’s heart leaped as he heard your voice, calling his name. Oh, how he longed for this moment to happen. There you are, the love of his life, in the flesh. After everything, he thought he wouldn’t be able to see you, hold you again.

“I fought so hard to get you, and thank heavens I can finally rest,” Stephen responded, his voice deep and hoarse, but he said it with so much passion it left you wondering, what happened to your variant?

As if he could read your thoughts, he continued. “Y/N L/N got in a car accident. I was driving and stupid me, I didn’t notice the truck coming behind us,” he walks towards you at a slow pace. “She died.”

Your eyes widened in that information, equal shock and devastation flooding your chest. A little part of you though was relieved that it didn't happen to you.

“I tried everything to get her back, to save her. I rewound time, after time to prevent that accident from happening and I still couldn’t save her. Your death in this universe was an absolute point in time. I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it. So I sought other ways. I looked into the multiverse to see if we could have had a life where we’re happy, where I have you…” he paused, the dreamy look in his eyes fading as he pressed on. “But as you can see, I have failed over and over, and over. Until now.”

Stephen stopped in his tracks, standing close to you. It gave you the perfect view of his face, the sullen look, the deep bags under his eyes. The implication of the last part of his statement has flown over your head as something inside you wants to caress his cheek if it gave a little sense of comfort.

Stephen.

“Where’s Doctor Strange? The- the Stephen that I’m with?”

His eyes averted yours, looking down at his feet. “He’s gone.”

“What?! What do you mean, gone?”

“Doctor Strange isn’t here anymore, in this universe. He went back to yours.”

Excuse me?

“How- what exactly happened here?”

“He needed to use the Darkhold to get home, and I let him. In exchange for you.”

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the morning after

pairing: jennifer walters x reader

a/n: the iron man thing was completely self-indulgent as you can see by my username lol

summary: the date you had last night with jen left you wanting more—hopefully, she does too.

You stared at the ceiling fan slowly spinning as you tried to remember last night's events.

Scratch that, you do remember every single thing, but it was so surreal you weren't sure it wasn't just a figment of your imagination. You still can't even believe that you matched with the She-Hulk.

As soon as you saw her profile, you swiped right at the speed of lightning, although you knew there was a less than ten percent chance of her matching with you.

So when the Matcher notification pinged hours later showing you that you had a match, no other than her, you panicked. It never really subsided until you were across the table from her in a fancy restaurant, all your worries about not being able to handle a freaking conversation disappearing every minute that passes, every banter that was exchanged. And just like that, you find yourself in her bed, still stark naked under the covers from last night's rather...eventful happenings.

The first time you heard her laugh—you knew you had to see her again after this. (The first one wasn't even finished and your mind was already on the next one, oh boy, were you whipped.)

She was surprised when she caught a glimpse of your lock screen, being Iron Man's ass. She showed you hers, being Captain America's. You were slightly worried that this will cause some disagreements considering the whole Sokovia Accords stuff, but Jen laughed it off and said that “It's like we're meant to be!” with such enthusiasm.

The drive after dinner seemed like a blur because as soon as you got out of her car, she carried you bridal style all the way to her room.

The rest was history.

You heard a noise coming from outside, making it your cue to leave the bed. It took you a while to find your own clothes on the floor. As you went out, you see Jen (automatically assuming it was her) sitting on the couch eating breakfast. The sight and the smell of food made your stomach grumble rather loudly, capturing the attention of the woman.

“Uh. Hi?”

Jen chuckled at the visible confusion and the abashed look on your face. “Good morning. Here,” she gestured towards the table. “I made breakfast.”

You took hesitant steps closer to her. You're uncharacteristically nervous and it shows. It was a good kind of nervous, though.

“You weren't so shy last night,” she remarked as she took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice, flustering you even more.

“You aren't so...tall,” you retorted, earning a mocking hurt look from her, a hand pressed against her chest.

You didn't know where that came from.

“Hey, that's mean. We're pretty much the same height now, you know.” She mused, stuffing more pancakes in her mouth. “Is that a downgrade?”

“What? No. It's...you're perfect.”

Jen stilled, taken by surprise. She was scared that this might turn out like that last date that she had, the man practically bailing out as soon as he saw her outside her Hulk form.

Though her dating life wasn't exactly all giggles and butterflies, her date with you was easily the best among each that she had through the dating app, probably even her whole life. She made a mental note to treat Nikki to lunch sometime.

Jen really likes you and wants to know you better, so before she could have her hopes up, she asks. “Are you talking about me being just Jen, or are you referring to me as She-Hulk?”

“Both. Both are perfect,” you answered, turning to her. “I've gone on a date with you as She-Hulk...I've spent less than an hour with you as Jen, and…I would really like to go on a date with regular old Jen, too. That is if you want to…”

She set down her glass and pounced at you, trapping you between her and the couch's armrest. Jen's gaze flickers between your eyes and lips as she slowly leans in. Her lips moved against yours gently, unhurriedly, it was almost innocent. She could taste the maple syrup on your lips, smiling at how sweet you tasted. Soon the kiss grew passionate, Jen quite literally taking your breath away. She pulled back with a smile on her features, the little dimples on her cheeks easily making you swoon.

“I'll take that as a yes.”

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You're It

Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

A/N: I didn’t know of this deleted scene until recently, and as a dog person myself, I think it was very cute. (No spoilers for MoM, this is set in the ending of the first movie.) I recommend listening to this song while reading <3

As Stephen looks out on the large window of the Sanctum, looking over the busy street of New York, he ponders what this new chapter of his life will give him. He can’t help but mull over what is going to be the next threat on Earth, to his life, and to his loved ones.

Something tugs at the cloak, breaking the sorcerer out of his trance. He turned his head sideways to tell it off, but the Cloak was pointing something downwards.

Looking down, Stephen saw what’s been tugging on the Cloak all along.

Everest sat there, puppy dog eyes trained on Stephen, tails wagging side to side patiently waiting to give him his attention. The sorcerer sighed before crouching down. He gave Everest a pat on the head. “Where’s your mom?”

The pup looked in the direction of the stairs, and as if on cue, “Hey, sorry I ran late. The meeting with my students was longer than usual.”

The moment you ascended the stairs, Everest ran to you. You scooped him up, muttering about how he’s gotten heavier by now. The Cloak removed itself from Stephen’s shoulder, attaching itself to yours instead. “Hey there, Cloakie.”

“Oh, wow. I feel so betrayed,” Stephen scoffed lightheartedly. “Clearly, I’m not the favorite one here.”

“Aww, you look adorable when you’re jealous, sweetheart,” you teased, letting down the pup to approach Stephen.

Once in front of each other, you took his large hand on your small ones, softly caressing his scars. “You don’t need to worry, babe. You are my favorite.”

He leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead, a fond smile gracing his lips. “And I, you.”

–

Bonus:

“Will you tell me what we’re doing here?”

“No.”

You rolled your eyes in Mordo’s rigidness. You were just about to eat your food when he told you to come with him, and since he wasn’t answering any of your questions, you just assumed that the Ancient One has something to do with this.

Sometime after, you notice the tall man that’s ahead of you, like Mordo was keeping his eye on him–following him. Deciding not to ask him once again, you kept your mouth shut and observed.

The man turned in an alley. You and Mordo halted around the corner, watching the man helping the poor dog. The sight melted your heart–you’ve always been fond of dogs. You smiled as he talked to the animal, reminiscing about the days when you’ve done the same. As they finished, some thugs had come out of the establishments, cornering him. Your eyes widened, getting ready to punch some guys when Mordo held a hand up.

“Aren’t we going to help him?!”

He kept silent, and you contemplate whether to help the man or follow your teacher’s order. He told you once to trust your teacher, so you did, this time.

The man had managed to put up a fight as he landed a jab on one of them, although it was clear that it hurt him more than the thief. You couldn’t carry on watching him get beaten up, your face scrunching up every time he groans in pain.

Finally, Mordo stepped in, giving the thugs the run for their life (though you wish you could’ve done it yourself). He retrieves the man’s watch from the unconscious thug’s hand and tosses it to you.

Catching it with your two hands, you raised a brow at Mordo, confused as to why he didn’t give it back to the man directly.

You stared at the broken watch, a feeling creeping in that this was the only thing that’s left of him and how important it might be to him. “I believe this is yours,” you notice him heave a sigh of relief, confirming your earlier gut feeling.

“You’re looking for Kamar-Taj,” Mordo stated. It’s not a question, so he must have known beforehand that this man was aiming to go to Kamar-Taj. Yup, the Ancient Once has really got something to do with this.

It makes you all the more curious about just who this man is.

–

tags: @s1xthirty

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Nobody Compares

Stephen Strange x fem!reader

A/N: Couldn’t get this idea out of my head so naturally I had to write it asap or I’ll be too lazy to do it

Summary: You were forced by your friends to go on a date, believing that waiting for Stephen to come back wasn't worth it.

You couldn’t do anything but sigh as your friend has once again set you up on a blind date. You had kept telling them you weren’t interested, but they were incessant that you were in desperate need of lay. By now, you were running out of excuses for standing your dates up. You felt sorry for them for wasting their time, but it was better than wasting their energy and hopes of a second one, or a chance of a relationship.

“I told you, I’m not interested in seeing anyone,” you rolled your eyes.

“And I told you it’s time to move on. You gotta move on, Y/N.”

You’d do anything in the universe but that. It has been five years without Stephen, without the love of your life, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move on. Almost everyone you know had told you to move forward with your life, start anew, and you did want to. It’s just… you can’t. You have this gut feeling inside that they would come back. He will come back. You didn’t care that everyone thinks you’re insane for holding on after five long years. Stephen will be back in your arms, and you know it.

For the sake of them shutting up, you agreed to go on this date. “Fine, I’ll go. But I can’t promise anything.”

The excited look on their face seemed worth it. They hugged you, and whispered, “I just want to see you happy again. Even if it’s not with Stephen.”

The thought of not being with Stephen made your heart ache.

You were sitting awkwardly at a fancy restaurant trying to hide your face in the menu. If you were being completely honest, you had forgotten how dates went through. The last time you had a date was with Stephen, but everything with him felt and came naturally to you.

To be fair with your date, you would try your best to hold up a decent conversation. The waiter came and took your orders, leaving you with nothing to cover your face.

“So, how’s it going?” you started first, hoping he’d follow suit.

Luckily for you, he had a big mouth and he had many stories to tell. You let him speak, more than happy to listen to him. You didn’t really enjoy talking about yourself to a stranger. He didn’t seem to mind either.

Of course, you should have known that the topic would eventually bounce back to the blipped people. “Did you lose someone in the snap?”

Even though you had braced yourself for this question, it still caught you off guard. “I- I did. Someone very special to me.”

“Oh- I’m sorry to hear that. I guess I’m one of the lucky few. I didn’t lose anyone that was close to me.”

He didn’t seem to be bragging about it and you could see a bit of guilt in his eyes. Probably from having the luck that most didn’t have. “I guess you are.”

“Anyway, have you-“

He zoned out, looking out at the streets. You followed what he was looking at, and there you saw random people just coming back out of nowhere. The people inside the restaurant started panicking, the blipped people coming back from the dust. There was only one person that came to mind after seeing all this. Stephen.

“Hey, uhm- I hate to leave you in the middle of all this,” you gestured on the still freshly cooked food on your table, “but I have to go. I’m so sorry!”

“I’ll go with you! I don’t want to leave you while most people panic in the street,” he offered, giving you an eager look. You just nodded.

He followed you out of the restaurant, and truth be told you didn’t know where to go. He wasn’t in New York when he was blipped. Hell, he wasn’t on Earth.

Still, you made your way to the Sanctum, hoping you’d see him there.

It took a good 30 minutes or so on the way, with Marcus–you forgot his name–driving. A lot of people were scattered, cars suddenly stopping in the middle of the road. It was messy and seeing everyone’s faces terrified made you more anxious than you already are.

As soon as you saw the familiar building, you got out of the car and ran towards it not wanting to wait for other cars to get out of the way. Not when it’s there, not when he’s there, waiting for you.

You stopped at the front door, catching your breath. Slowly opening the door, not knowing how you’d react if you see him. Or how you’d feel if he wasn’t here. The Sanctum was more quiet than usual like nobody was around. “Wong?”

“Wow,” Marcus mumbled behind you. Oh. He was still with you? You had forgotten about him.

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My #1 post of 2022

Goodnight My Love

Stephen Strange x Variant!Reader

A/N: Title and overall vibe of the fic is from this song, also did a twist on that infamous line.

Summary: Aside from a universe where he has a ponytail, Stephen stumbles on one where he had something that not once did he imagine having.

Warnings: Multiverse of Madness spoilers, dialogues from the movie. Angst.

“They’re not coming back, and you just cast your vote now to kill your friends.”

Something crossed Stephen’s mind.

“Not that it ever bothered you before. You know, you hated me where I came from. And I bet secretly, ‘my brother’, you hated me here,” Stephen taunts, hoping that Mordo loses his cool, and fall for his bait. “You must have been so jealous. You know what, I think you were thrilled when you heard I’ve been corrupted– hell, you probably gave me the Darkhold to begin with.”

“You know nothing about this universe!” Mordo pointed a finger at him. “I don’t even know what the hell Y/N has seen in you. You’re so full of yourself and she–”

“I know that killing Stephen Strange is your ticket to getting to Sanctum, to becoming Sorcerer Supreme, and to joining your little circus of clowns, the Illuminati. And it’s so you can have Y/N, isn’t it? Even this universe’s you had feelings for her. Turns out I was right all along.”

“You don’t deserve her. You don’t know how hard it is for her to accept that you betrayed her and your–”

Maybe. That was actually one thing they can agree with, but hearing it from someone else, especially from him– leaves a bad taste in Stephen’s mouth.

“That’s enough, Master Mordo.”

Stephen became alert at the sound of the newcomer’s all-too-familiar voice. He stayed rooted in his spot, his heart beating wildly in his chest. After all, he’s gone through in a short span of time– traveling through the multiverse; meeting variants of himself, Christine, Mordo–he wasn’t ready for this, he wasn’t ready to see your face after all these years. Or more accurately, he was scared of the surge of emotions that will run through him at the sight of you.

The sound of calculated footsteps echoed in the room, even that was so undeniably Y/N’s.

Stephen’s breath hitched. A lump on his throat formed even though he really wants to say something, anything.

“Can you give us a minute, Master Mordo?”

“Are you sure? He’s dangerous–”

“Please.”

Mordo hesitated, looking back and forth between the two of you so busy staring at each other. Wordlessly, he made his way out of the room.

“I believe they’ve told you what happened to our Stephen.”

Straight to the point, he thought. “Yes.”

Y/N’s blank face faltered, her mask shredding revealing her emotions. The tears in her eyes had started falling.

“I knew I could never get mad at you even after you did what you did. And I know that you’re not– you’re not my Stephen, and it’s not you who betrayed us, but seeing you now just confirmed it.”

Her hands reached out to cup Stephen’s face but stopped before even doing so. Y/N’s hand is trembling.

She clutched her fist, and punched Stephen’s chest, devoid of a force to it. It isn’t Y/N’s intention to hurt him, after all.

As soon as Stephen heard what his variant on this universe has done, he knew how grim it was, but he never thought of how it had affected your variant. After all, he didn’t know what the two of you were in this universe.

In his own, back home, you were lovers, but not quite– Stephen had always danced around his feelings for you, always took one step forward, three steps back. A girl could only take so much, and that had driven you away from him, for good. You had even relinquished your post as a Master of the New York Sanctum, leaving him behind with “Be happy, Stephen.”

“I know this isn’t the time to ask this, but what are we in your universe?”

“We… we loved each other. But I pushed you away.”

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the-magicians-blue · 2 years ago

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*walks up to you in my tattered victorian clothes, holding a dirty bread loaf* please sire (gender neutral)...one cup of micah yujin content again🥺🥺

Why did I cackle at this 😂😂😂 I feel like atp I should just do a week of Micah content ya know give everyone a healthy does of the Yujin Experience only if y’all want it though! Im thinking each day is a different topic you guys choose? Let me know what ya think!

1:26pm

Though Micah’s main love language is quality time, physical touch comes a close second. As much as he loves spending time with you and just talk, being able to touch you is a big bonus. He didn’t realize just how close physical touch was until he first came to see you. Being able to talk to you about anything with you all snuggled up against him was a feeling he didn’t realize he needed. The added intimacy just made your conversations feel so much more important, even the silly things like how if you ever became a cat he’d take you home and take care of you with Skrunkly.

The down side to learning this is that he starts to miss you in ways he didn’t before. When he went home and you went back to video calls, he’d randomly start pouting as he looked at you. When you ask him whats wrong he often complains about wanting to hug you or kiss you. It’s not that just talking doesn’t do it for him anymore, he just likes the little bonus. Its like trying a new version of a snack you like, the original is still good, but that doesn’t mean you won’t crave a little extra every now and then.

The longer he was away the more he wanted to hold you. So a few weeks later you find Micah standing in front of your door with a suitcase and an adorable cat carrier with that signature goofy ass smile he usually has.

“Soooo, don’t be mad but I remembered you saying you only had to work two days this week since your job is giving you a break after that big project they gave you so I thought hey! Why don’t we have a sleepover with the queen herself, Skrunkly! Pleasedontbemadijustreallymissedkissingandhuggingyou.”

You couldn’t be mad at him even if you wanted to, he even brought the baby with him. He does his best to make up for the sudden appearance by helping with cooking and cleaning. Is this his way to ensure more snuggle time? Yes. Will he ever outwardly admit that. Hell no. He’ll claim he’s just keeping to his word of cooking and cleaning while you work.

If he’s not cuddling you and Skrunkly he’s always touching you in some way shape or form. Whether its holding your hand when you’re out showing him around the city you live in or gently holding your waist while you prove you’re just as good a cook as he is, an argument he quickly admitted defeat on. Once he goes back home he won’t be able to do all of this so he’s trying to get his fill before then. Sometimes he’ll put on jazz or some old R&B just to have an excuse to drag you into dancing. If its R&B he’d sing the lyrics softly in your ear cause he’s definitely playing some cheesy love song.

“Gotta make sure I get a good dose of lovin’ before I go back home ya know?”

Micah loves being the big spoon. It makes him feel like your protector and it’s his silent way of saying he loves you and he’s not going anywhere. And when you snuggle into him it makes his heart flutter, it makes him feel like you want him there. He’ll sing the song he wrote for you if you ask and melts when you sing with him.

However on his more down days or when he feels like he needs a little reassurance he likes being the little spoon. He’ll bury his face in your chest and cling as tightly as possible. He doesn’t talk much when he’s like this. He really just wants your presence and affection. He’s prone to falling asleep when he lays on you like this. He can’t help it, the way you hold him and scratch his head makes him feel so… safe.

#micah yujin fluff #micah yujin x reader #micah yujin #error143 #please play error143!#micah x reader

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threepointseven · 3 years ago

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hi !! can i pls be 🌹anon?

id like to request a sick reader x scaramouche, childe, xiao (separate) hc

im so sick rn and just wanted some comfort to motivate me to do my homework 🥀🥀

When your sick

Type- HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= xiao x gn! Reader, childe x gn! Reader, scaramouche x gn! Reader

Note🍀= I GOT SO LAZY IN XIAOS PART IM SO SORRY. BUT UHM I PUT EFFORT INTO CHILDES AND SCARAMOUCHES SO MWAH MWAH HOPE YOU ENJOY!! AND OFC YOU CAN BE 🌹 ANON 😋😋💕💕 GO DO YOUR HOMEWORK 🌹 ANON 🤨🤨

Genshin masterlist

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Scaramouche

surprise surprise hes a pain in the ass!!!

He does not know how to deal with sick people, the last time hes has to sort of deal with someone sick is when Childe got a fever and instead of taking care of him he poured Signora’s burning hot soup that she made for him all over childe’s face and then left him to rot

But now hes got you?!!??! A partner?!?! And he cant just pour the homemade soup on your face cause he loves you and cares about you?!?! 🤯🤯🤯

Hes not a great care taker but he’ll immediately order a fatui healer to help you out, give you medicine and such, and make you things to ease your pain

He refuses cuddles from you smh🙄🙄 your literally a hollow corpse of a puppet dont act like your gonna get a fever after a kiss 🤨🤨

“Achoo!”

“Gross you sneezed on me ugh what if i get a cold!”

“No you wont..!!! You know scara i dont think the amount of soup the healers are giving me is working.. but you know what just might!”

“Dont say cuddles.”

“… physical affection for a long period of time.”

despite his cold attitude and the sound of “i dont care about this fever or you” in his voice he truly does care, hes worried the entire time infact and even ditches on some of his work just to make sure your doing okay.

If you say the medicine is too bitter and refuse to drink it try to run away one more time and hell shove the spoon down your goddamn throat. And yes, he is feeding you. HE SAYS ITS CAUSE YOUR SICK AND UR PROBABLY SUPER WEAK BUT HES JUST REALLY JUST USING IT AS AN EXCUSE TO FEED YOU CAUSE HE FINDS IT SO CUTE AND ROMANTIC DVDJDBB

If you pester him enough he will cuddle with you, hesitantly but he will. He’ll stay there softly caressing your back and just listen to your whines and groans til you fall asleep

His first thought is to shove the last bit of bitter medicine you didnt want to drink down your throat but he instead just cuddles with you, softly blowing away the interrupting strand of hair so he can kiss you on the forehead lovingly.

“Better not get sick again, your a pain..”

he means well he just does not know how to translate “i hate seeing you sick it makes me wanna cry whenever i see you in pain” into something thats less direct-

Childe

his big brother instincts are immediately on. He knew you were sick before you knew you were sick😭

Hes so serious about it and makes sure your in bed rest for the rest of the day and if you attempt to get away to do work or something he will personally contact your boss and say that you arent going to work today🙄🙄

So so strict about the medicine and the rest💔 he has this saying in his head that if you dont treat a flu correctly quick enough itll turn into something fatal like the plague or smth🤨

He WILL cuddle you, Even if it means getting the plague with you🥱🥱🥱

“Ajax im sick! Im gonna give you a cold!”

“I feel so betrayed.. im being rejected by my own partner.. i feel my blood draining through the crevices of my body-“

“…i’ll sneeze on you.”

“I mean thats kinda…”

“We are breaking up immediately.”

With the laughs come your boyfriend shoving bitter snezhnayan medicine down your throat though-

He needs you to get better, its not like hes annoyed its just he hates seeing you sick so much. Hed much rather see you running around the town shouting as loud as you want instead of clutching your stomach and groaning in pain.

He definitely feeds you every single inch of food you get, he will be so dramatic when he sees you eating with your own hands and your own utensils like bro hes supposed to be feeding you🤨🤨

During the night he’ll help ease up every single part of your body you say is in pain, he’ll put an ice pack on your forehead and kiss every part thats in pain. Youll fall asleep in his arms with him continuously kissing your face sloppily till its red and youll wake up in his arms. He couldnt care less if he gets a fever as long as he got to hold you through all that pain you were experiencing hes happy.

Xiao

has no idea how to deal with sick people

Hes never gotten sick?? So like??? He asks verr for help and that look of “archons i feel bad for your partner” when he asks what sick people need🙁

Genuinely so clueless but once he finds out what to do hes already teleporting his way to bubu pharmacy, picking up the best herbs and giving them to you, he wont take “its too bitter!” For an answer you are drinking them.

Hell feed you your medicine but let you eat your food by yourself

Puts an ice pack on your forehead snd just watches you the entire time like a hawk🤕🤕

Its so creepy 😟😟 hes just there for the entire night and day in the corner of the bed watching you like 😐

If you pester him enough he’ll give you a few kisses on the forehead but most of the time he’ll just pat your head and watch you as you sleep

He thinks almond tofu is good for sick ppl??😓😓 so he just makes a hoard of almond tofu and force feeds it to you and when you throw up because of the sugar overload he feels so guilty 🙁

Literally if that happens he just stays so far away from you, letting verr handle sick little you before he feels better about himself-

Hes always so stiff when cuddling but just since your sick he’ll ease up and if your lucky enough he’ll kiss your nose for a second before blushing a wave of crimson and regretting his life decisions

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years ago

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Request: 😭anyway father in law osamu fucking his sons wife smth like that (im Sharing heile typing this) just imagine him taking u everywhere around the house and his son not suspecting anything bc ur just helping out his old dad. And even though he is older now he’s still a pussy pleaser with breeder balls

Dilf Osamu hits differently. Also I’m not tagging it as incest but should I? Also sorry this was late, time slipped up on me

Warnings: female genitalia, reader is referred to as “wife”, age gap, infidelity, Osamu’s wife is implied to be out of the picture/dead, sexism (brief), “traditional roles”, alcohol mentioned, creampie, degradation, overstimulation

Father-in-Law Osamu

Coming up to the older Miya household was always hassle, being forced to handle your mother-in-law who happened to never see her son in a bad light and trying to avoid your father-in-law so you didn’t end up in a conversation you didn’t want to be in. Of course, Osamu was always a better option that his annoyance of a wife, but this visit would be different since she’s out of the picture now. Just a little visit to make sure the older man could take care of himself without a wife to clean up after him, or so your husband said.

In actuality, your husband seemed more than happy to drop you into his father’s lap, leaving you two to chat as he tended to the outdoor chores, of which there were only a couple. Even in the evening, after you served dinner, Osamu helped you clean up and offered to do the dishes, but your husband couldn’t be bothered and took a seat on the couch, putting on a game show. The looks Osamu gave you were ones of pity, but you didn’t even bother, remembering how vicious his wife would get when you mentioned anything remotely bad about her precious son. Osamu wasn’t as bad, but he didn’t do anything either, just sat back and let it happen.

Late night tea always helped you sleep, especially with a cold bed awaiting you. To no one’s surprise, your husband lay on the couch, snoring away and oblivious to the world. Thankfully, Osamu had already turned in for the night, so he didn’t witness your disgusted face when you saw your husband on the couch, a beer held loosely in his hand and another empty bottle on the table. Drank himself to sleep on the couch, again.

“Seems like you’re off on your own, again,” Osamu’s voice said, making you swivel to see the man himself, clad in what you believe to be his sleepwear, leaning against the kitchen doorway. “Seems like you’re fulfilling the role of a mother more than a wife,”

“Oh, please. I’d never be his mother. Could never compare,” you say the last part, bitterly, then apologize, trying to track back. Awfully rude to smear the reputation of his ex-wife, with him right there.

“No, no, don’t worry. I know what you mean. She was furious the day we received notice of the wedding date. She, uh, didn’t let him grow up into a good man, I’m aware,”

“Well, at least someone in this family is aware,” you gave a forced smile, still stirring you tea as steam rises from it. “I should probably drink this and get on to bed. I’m sure he’ll expect breakfast in the morning, after all,”

“Y’know, you don’t have to do all this,”

“I don’t need another argument over not being a proper wife. If my parents weren’t insistent, I’d have filed divorce papers,” you then look at him, then shrug. “Sorry, bit of a harsh note to end on,”

“Well, if you ever need somewhere to get away, come on down. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you helping out his old man and you can sit down all day, I won’t mind,”

“Hm, I might have to take you up on that offer,” you gave him another smile, one that wasn’t forced as he let you pass.

That one offer changed your life. You didn’t even need to think of divorce when your thoughts were only full of spending time with Osamu. The first time you visited alone, you expected him to actually want you working, but he actually made you food and did the dishes himself, letting you make yourself at home. After a couple more visits, you couldn’t help but realize you felt more comfortable around him than you expected, but it was welcomed in your miserable life. You don’t know why you ended up spilling your guts one night, complaining that your husband often went to a nearby bar at night, leaving you unsatisfied and then he’d come home smelling like alcohol and fruity perfume, but you were just tired of dealing with the same old bullshit. You were an unsatisfied wife and Osamu was a lonely man, it seemed almost natural for you two to end up tangled beneath the sheets.

Although, you hardly ever started in the bed or even in the bedroom.

“Such a pretty thing my son has, yet he’s too stupid to realize it,” Osamu grunts right beside your ear, all while he drills his cock into you. His grip on your hips might be bruising, but you’d never tell him to stop, not when he’s putting stars in your vision with each hard thrust he assaults you with. Each drag of his cock against your walls makes your wails and cries even louder, fingers digging into his shoulders as that’s the only thing keeping you grounded. At this point, he’ll end up breaking the couch and need to get a new one if his thrusts don’t cease in ferocity. “Dumb little thing, can’t even think straight,”

“No, no, no,” you blabber, throwing your head back as he rubs against that sweet spot deep inside you that has your eyes rolling. Clenching around him, he just chuckles as one hand leaves your hip, going between your legs to rub at your clit. Even the briefest of touches has your legs shaking, back arching as you grit your teeth from another onslaught of spine tingling pleasure. Drool spills from your lips as you open your mouth, trying to say something and ending up with nothing, just more high pitched moans.

Even as the table buzzes, your phone lighting up with your husband’s name, you’re oblivious as you ride your high on Osamu’s cock, completely locking your legs around his waist as he keep his hips moving, making sure you’re not denied a single second of pleasure. He doesn’t need to ask where you want his cum, you always want it pumped inside of you after you felt what it was like for the first time. Painting your walls white once more, he makes sure to go as deep as he can, bringing your face forward as he gives you a deep kiss, your phone finally going silent.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you won’t even think about leaving,” he whispers, but he knows you’re not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, not with 20 missed calls from your husband and his cum gushing from the sides of your abused cunt.

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