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katsukisbimbo · 4 years ago

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Then and Now | one

✯pairing: ryōmen sukuna x reader x gojo satoru

✯summary: where gojo’s best friend is the reincarnation of sukuna’s former lover.

✯wordcount: 4.3k+

✯warning: fem! reader, she/her pronouns, swearing

✯note: omg i’ve literally been sitting on this for 3 weeks but here it is!!! i’ve fallen down a jjk hole and i don’t think i can ever get up

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part two

“Satoru! Where’s Megumi? You said he’d be here? Something about looking for a special grade?” you bounced around, grasping his arm and shaking it along with you. You loved annoying him. The two of you had always been close. As a child, Gojo was still as bright and cocky as he was today, he had many proclamations of being your protector. Though, as you two aged, you learned how to protect yourself, becoming a jujutsu sorcerer whilst staying by his side. Of course, you were nowhere as talented as Gojo, but you never let that stop you, and he never used that fact against you.

You were still high in the rankings, a grade 1 to be exact, and you worked hard to get there. Not because you wanted to catch up with Gojo, but because you wanted to make him proud. He was the only one who had supported you through it all. Your parents weren’t much help, but Gojo was there for you when your world was crashing down, when you had broken into pieces he would be the one to put you back together.

Always.

There had never been a time where you had doubted Gojo. Until, maybe now.

“I dunno, I got souvenirs!! Kikufuku Mochi! They’re really good! You gotta eat some with me!” his mouth quirked up into a boyish grin. Gojo never lost his childishness and that was something you had always admired, even if his personality constantly irked you during your tween years. Nonetheless, you both stay loyal to one another.

You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Why’re ya smiling like a weirdo? You got a crush on me or somethin’? He teased, using his free hand to boop the fluff of your cheek with his pointer finger. He never failed to ruin the moment. Typical Gojo. You sighed, running a hand over your face. “Shut up Gojo, let's go find Megumi before something bad happens to the kid.” you huffed, earning a laugh from your companion.

___

“You didn’t tell me the cursed object was Ryomen Sukuna’s finger.”

“You never asked.”

“You little-”

“What’s the situation?” he suddenly spoke, cutting you off whilst catching the attention of both Megumi and the strawberry haired male. You knew in an instance that this male was the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna. He emitted the curse energy of Sukuna himself. You always felt a connection to Sukuna and had helped find several clues and his fingers, resulting in the higher-ups permanently putting you on this case.

“Gojo-sensei! Why are you here?” Megumi exclaimed, his eyes soon darted to your figure right beside Gojo. “Y/n-sensei too?” he gaped. It was obvious that both you and his mentor were close, though, lately, it felt like there was something deeper going on between both of you.

“Hey! How are you Megumi?” you chimed, approaching his wounded figure. “I don’t think he’s good Y/n. He’s all beat up!” he responded, fishing his cell phone out of his pocket. “I should show the second-years!”. He laughed as he snapped a few embarrassing pictures to send to his other students, causing Megumi to turn and hide his shame, along with his injuries.

“The higher-ups wouldn't shut up with a special-grade cursed object missing, so I stopped by while doing some sightseeing.” he huffed, knowing Gojo, he rolled his eyes. You did understand his dislike for the higher-ups. They tended to be more traditional and strict with their ways, while Gojo was...not. Of course, you would always stand by Gojo, even if it meant going up against your superiors. It was all or nothing with him.

“Then Y/n showed up! I don’t even know where she came from!” he loudly exclaimed, as if he wasn’t that skilled to the point where he could sense you the moment you step into the vicinity. You rolled your eyes, whilst the two boys sweatdropped. “So, did you find it?” he queried, staring directly at his student.

“Um… Sorry, but I ate it” the strawberry-haired male awkwardly chimed in.

A pause.

“For real?”

“For real.” the two replied in unison.

Gojo moved to observe him, leaning in close to his face. His chin propped onto his right hand in contemplation, a little pout forming onto his lips. He leaned in close with a laugh before pulling away from the male. Sometimes Gojo forgot that boundaries existed. The thought made you sigh, your mind suddenly recalling the time Gojo had tried to convince you to take a bath with him while still being in the tub, the bubbles barely covering what they needed to cover. Of course, Gojo enjoyed teasing you, along with being able to see your cute flustered face. You were pulled out of your daydream as he suddenly spoke, not realizing that you had completely missed their conversation.

“Then give us ten seconds. Once ten seconds are up, come back to us.” Gojo demanded as he stretched. You stretched your hand out towards him, taking his souvenir to protect it. You knew Gojo was craving to fight Sukuna. You could feel it. You were aware that he was stronger since he had only ingested one of twenty cursed fingers of Sukuna, but that still did not ease your anxiety.

Megumi, knowing how much of an overthinker you are, gently grasped your hand hanging on your side, lightly squeezing it in reassurance, as if to say ‘He’ll be okay, he’s the strongest.” You proceeded to nod at him and return the gesture. You pulled out a clean handkerchief, moving to slowly wipe the blood away from his face, aware of the fact that it would take some time to get him the proper medical attention he needs.

“But…”

“Don’t worry, I’m the strongest.” he cheekily responded. That eased your anxiety even more. You rolled your eyes once more at his cockiness. A small part of you hoped that Gojo would be graced with the opportunity to get his ass kicked, but a bigger part of you was aware of how strong Gojo was, and knew how quickly he would be able to defeat Sukuna’s vessel.

You slowly sat beside Megumi, straightening the short length of your skirt while stretching your legs. You had a love-hate relationship with your jujutsu uniform, love because you looked amazing in it, and hate because a certain someone made your skirt length a tad bit too short. Of course, you wore shorts underneath, but it was still irrational to force all of the females to wear something as revealing as a skirt.

Technically, it wasn’t mandatory for you to wear the uniform but Gojo insisted as it would raise “morale”.

As Gojo continued to ramble on, a dark figure was already ascending, aiming for Gojo himself.

“Behind you!” yelled Megumi, frantically reaching for your hand to pull you away but you just brushed him off, patting his knee to reassure him. “Don’t worry Megumi, I got you, just let Gojo have his fun.” he slowly nodded, still listening to his mentor ramble about mochi.

In a split second, Gojo was sitting atop of Sukuna, whilst Sukuna was crouched between your thighs, his arms on either side of your legs, the skin of your thighs barely brushing against his forearms. You laughed at his incredulous expression before raising a hand to pat his cheek and mockingly pouting before blowing him a kiss. Leaving him stunned, he quickly snapped out of his daydream before continuing to attack Gojo.

___

Your eyes fluttered open, the bed of flowers soft underneath your fingertips. You glanced around, hoping to find something, someone, anything familiar within the vicinity. Panic engulfed you, bile steadily rising in your throat. Tears began to gather in your eyes. Being in unfamiliar places had always given you a large amount of anxiety, especially since you’d just been sitting beside your pupil while watching your best friend fight the king of curses.

“What are you doing just sitting there dumbass?” a gruff voice called from behind you. You whipped your head back, hoping to find someone you know, but no such luck. The person behind you was quite intimidating. They emitted straight power and confidence. Unable to say anything, you stood there gaping at the stranger.

“What? Why’re you staring at me Y/n? You like me that much?” he teased, stepping closer to your figure to brush the stray leaves that had fallen onto your head. Even if he was a stranger, you felt no need to flinch or run away from him. The air around him had a sense of familiarity. As if he were a warm blanket amidst a harsh winter. You wanted to wrap yourself in him, feel him and his warmth. His love.

“Come on, let’s go princess. I don’t need you getting sick ‘cuz you were being a dumbass.” he sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist before pressing a kiss on your forehead.

At that moment, everything had faded away, leaving you with nothing but butterflies and the tingling sensation left on your forehead from his loving kiss.

___

You glanced at your shocked pupil. His eyes are wide with his mouth agape. “Y/n-sensei… Have you finally lost it? Y-You just patted Sukuna’s cheek!” he loudly exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. You laughed before avoiding his gaze, concealing the visible traces of shock etched on your face with a smile.

That vision. You have never had something of that sort ever occur in your lifetime. Your mind was completely muddled. Barely registering the next words that leave Gojo’s mouth.

“Both my student and my future girlfriend are watching, so I’m going to show off a little,” he smirked, leaning back onto Sukuna. They continued to fight, not that you were paying attention. You felt Gojo’s stare land on you a couple of times, yet your mind was still occupied with what you had seen.

You suddenly shot up, carrying Megumi as Sukuna’s vessel came skidding towards the both of you. You ran behind Gojo, knowing that it would be safer for Megumi. You sighed once more before sitting Megumi down. Dusting your skirt, you dug into Gojo’s bag of treats before munching on a piece of mochi.

“You jujutsu sorcerers are always trouble, no matter what era!” Sukuna growled, pointedly staring at you as he launched another attack at Gojo. “Though that doesn’t mean much to me.” he continued smugly before his eyes widened, seeing as the three of you had come out fully unscathed.

Megumi sighed as Gojo continued to count down, Sukuna’s vessel returning to his body once more after ten seconds, just as Gojo had instructed him to do so. You droned out for the rest of the conversation, lost in your thoughts on who the male could be. It couldn't be Gojo, the male's voice had a gruffness that Gojo didn’t have.

“You can really control it.” Gojo mused, stepping towards him.

“He’s kind of annoying though, I can hear his voice. He keeps mentioning this girl. Her name is Y/n I think? He keeps cursing her out! Saying things like ‘After almost a millennia she shows up!’ and ‘I’m never forgiving her, no matter how pretty she looks in that skirt.’ and--” he paused, scratching the back of his head. “He just swore at me for exposing him.”

Both Gojo and Megumi turned to you, eyebrows raised in curiosity. You froze. You weren’t sure of what these two wanted to hear, as you are just as clueless to the situation as they are. Contemplating how to answer, you ended up shrugging your shoulders, stuffing your face with even more mochi, resulting in Gojo sighing before knocking out and carrying the male.

___

You sighed, throwing yourself onto your bed before glancing at the cursed object currently on the palm of your hand. Sukuna’s severed finger was long while his nails were sharp. You traced the skin of the fingers, your curiosity getting the best of you. You studied his fingers from time to time but never got tired of looking at them, feeling the immense power it held.

“Why are you still up?”

“Fuck you Satoru. I hate it when you sneak up on me like that you bastard,” you grumbled, shoving your face even further into your pillows to avoid seeing his cheeky smile that you adored. “Aw. You’re so mean to me,” he fake pouted. “I just wanna be… appreciated,” he yelled in tiny, quoting that one lady.

“Come here. Take off your jacket and go change into proper nightclothes, assuming you’re staying the night again.” rolling your eyes. Satoru had made a habit of sleeping in your room, leaving his quarters almost always vacant. He basically lived with you! Even when both of you would see each other almost every day! Excluding the days when you are both on missions.

He smiled before rummaging through your drawers and silently made his way into the bathroom, shutting the door with a soft ‘click’”

When he came back, you were already fast asleep. Your fluffy sheets enveloping your whole figure, making you look so small in the mess of sheets you peacefully laid in. So beautifully peaceful. He smiled, leaning down to give your forehead a small peck, then situating himself beside your figure and pulling your body into his arms, knowing how well you slept when you were held.

___

You inwardly groaned, feeling as if your head was about to be split into two. You looked around, stuck in an unfamiliar place once more. This time, it was real life. You could feel it. You were able to control all your actions unlike during the first occurrence. Meaning that the vision you experienced may have been a memory, maybe from your past life.

This place had a menacing aura, a silent force pushing you to bend to its will. You knew better. Being an experienced sorcerer yourself. You grasped the holsters located under your skirt, silently clutching the pair of your guns before walking forward. You were able to enclose your cursed energy into your guns, shooting them out whenever and however you pleased.

“Nice guns. I remember when you didn’t use any weapons at all. Only using your cursed energy to fight. You were a much better fighter back then.” a voice drawled, a shiver going up your spine. You whipped around, eyes widening at the King of Curses sitting on his rightful throne. “What are you talking about Ryomen Sukuna?” you growled, clicking the safety off of your weapons.

“So formal. You used to call me Su-chan, you know?” he smirked, greedily enjoying your facial expressions. “That was then. Before you fucked me over,” he growled, his face contorting into anger. “You don’t remember what you did to me. Do you? You’re selfish. Then and now. You’re so fucking selfish. Get out before I lose my patience with you.” he growled, fists balling.

Your jaw dropped in shock. You didn’t expect his personality to flip so quickly.

“Fuck you, man. I don’t even know you. You don’t even know me like that. Stop acting like you do! What do you mean ‘back then’? You’re swearing at me without even telling me what I did!” one step. “You’re a bitch!” two steps. “You’re a pussy!” three steps. “Fuck you!” you were running now. “You’re a fucking dick! Suck my dick!” you spat right in front of his face, leaving him stunned. Who was crazy enough to curse out the literal King of Curses?

One, in his domain. Two, when he’s no less than a foot away. And three, to his actual face. Only an absolute mad person. It was a fitting description. You angrily peeked at his expression. Waiting for him to obliterate you. His hooded expression is dark. You stilled, unsure of what to do. He… He wasn’t moving nor speaking. Could you just leave? You weren’t even aware of where you are or how you even got here.

“Hey... Are you okay? You haven’t moved in a while. I’m sorry for swearing at you, but you kinda deserved it, not gonna lie.” scratching your head. You continued to stand awkwardly, hoping that he would just stop tormenting you with the silence.

“He-Ah!” you screeched as you were pulled into his lap. His arms wrapping around your waist to constrict you from moving, his hands entwining behind your back. You positioned one of your pistols beneath his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. He smirked, placing a kiss on the barrel of your gun, further flustering you, warmth spreading to your cheeks.

“You still don’t know how to listen. After a thousand years.” he chuckled. “You’re still the same. Disregarding my anger, even though you’re aware of what I’m capable of.” he softly smiled. An unfamiliar sight. “You never liked listening to me in the first place did you?” he queried, tilting his head up to face you. The grip on your gun faltering. You leaned into him, your weapons falling down your side, clattering down the floor. Sukuna licked his lips.

You moved to kiss him. Your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer to you, your lips fully pressing against his. The feeling of his lips hot and familiar on yours. You moved to clutch his hair, wanting to pull him into you, only for your world to break apart, plunging you into darkness.

___

You jolted awake, flying off of your bed and into the bathroom. Startling Gojo in the process. You splashed water onto your face in hopes of somehow calming your heart down. You remembered your dream vividly. Heavy footsteps made their way to you. You turned to face Satoru, tearing stinging your eyes as he automatically opened his arms and pulled you in.

“What’s wrong kiddo?” he cooed, pressing soft kisses onto your forehead. ‘Kiddo’ had been a childhood nickname bestowed upon you by your childhood friend himself. Seeing as you were younger than him. You clutched him tighter, wanting to feel him surround your whole body.

“I don’t know bunny. I just don’t know anymore.” you continued to sob whilst Satoru continued to hold you, his concern evident through the crease of his eyebrows, his bright cerulean eyes piercing through you. You didn’t understand what you were going through. Were you upset because of your affiliation to Sukuna? Were you upset because of the kiss? How were you going to tell Satoru about the kiss?

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on. Even though I might already know. But, just try to calm down okay? Can you take deep breaths for me kiddo? Come on, you got this. You’re a good girl. In. Out. Yeah, that’s it baby.” he continued to comfort you, the sound of his voice soothing all your negative feelings and thoughts.

After another ten minutes of standing in the bathroom wrapped in his arms, your cries have finally ceased, your soft sniffles and puffy red eyes the only proof of your sadness. “Come on kiddo, wash your face for me. It’ll fix the puffiness.” rubbing your arms before making his way out of the bathroom, giving you time to gather yourself.

Your mind drifted back to Sukuna. Your fingertips unconsciously drifting to your lips, the kiss plaguing your mind. He had spoken quite a bit about how you never listened. Very accurate but how would he have known? It wasn’t as if he knew you. The possibility of knowing Sukuna in one of your past lives was close to impossible. He must be playing tricks with you, trying to bend you to his will. You may have had a moment of weakness last night, but it was going to be the first and the last time you let yourself go in front of him.

___

“Eat my ass Satoru!”

“Well, I’ve been trying for years bu-” he yelped, clutching the arm that you mercilessly attacked. He had a nasty habit of making too many sexual jokes. Of course, you weren’t going to deny the fact that you’ve shared similar thoughts, but you would rather jump out of a moving car than admit it to your best friend. Knowing him, his ego would triple and nobody had the time or patience for that.

“You are so mean!” he pouted.

“I am not! You’re just a little piss baby.”

“I’m filing for a divorce. I can’t tolerate this slander anymore.” he huffed, walking away after absolutely destroying him in Mario Kart. His pride took a hit. He had taught you that game! You couldn't be that much better than him, the screen displaying fifth place while you came second. You giggled as you followed him, clinging onto his arm as you peeked at his sour expression.

“Don’t be a sore loser Satoru. It’s not cute.” you chastised. Pointing your index finger at him, resulting in him playfully biting at you. “So what I’m hearing is, I’m cute the rest of the time.” he flirted, lowering his sunglasses to wink at your steadily heating face.

“Sure, but we both know who’s the cutest.”

“Of course you’re the cutest kiddo.”

“I was talking about Nanami, but sure. That’s good too.”

His jaw dropped. Did you find Nanami cuter than him? The Gojo Satoru? He was visibly stressing, running a hand through his soft snowy locks before letting out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. You’re not cute. You can go play with Nanami. I don’t like you anymore.” he pouted once more, shaking you off of him. “Noo-” you tightened your hold on him, pulling him to the exit of the arcade. “Let’s go get ramen. My treat since you’re so cute.” You teased.

You smiled at him before facing forward, missing the way Satoru’s lips parted in awe, a light blush dusting his soft pale cheeks. His wide eyes are full of love hidden behind the lens of his sunglasses. He turned away from you, placing his vacant hand on his chest, a futile attempt at calming down his racing heart.

“Okay.”

___

“Oh. You’re back.” he deadpanned, eyes boring into your figure. The setting was different today. Instead of being in what you had assumed what his domain looked like, you were sitting beside him on the engawa of a quaint traditional Japanese home. You scowled, furrowing your eyebrows as you scowled at the nonchalant male.

You lunged at him, hoping to pin him down to press for answers. Not realizing that your attire had also changed, tripping on the length of your floral patterned yukata, resulting in you landing on top of Sukuna himself. His eyebrows almost flying up to his hairline.

You peeked at him. His hair dishevelled, a rosy blush adorning his cheeks. Your eyes trailed lower, unable to look him in the eyes. A mistake on your part. His white yukata had slightly unravelled, exposing his tan, golden chest to your wandering eyes. Your mouth is drying up at the sight. Unconsciously licking your lips.

His shocked expression replaced with his usual smirks, his fangs making an appearance. “Didn’t know that you wanted it that bad, princess. What’s wrong? Your little friend isn't enough for you?” he sneered, gripping your waist with his hands, his razor-sharp nails slightly digging into your sides, causing you to squirm uncomfortably.

“What is your problem you freak?” you growled, fisting the fabric of his clothes.

“Me? I’m not doing shit babe. It’s you who has a problem.” he scoffed, sitting up, inching his face close to yours. Your noses lightly bump into each other as you felt your cheeks heat at the contact.

“Why so shy princess? I remember when you used to make me eat my words. You were so cute back then. Thinking that you owned me, thinking that you were in charge of me. Learn where you stand. You are nothing to me”

Lies continued to spew out of his mouth like vomit. He knew he was lying. He knew that you had him wrapped around your finger that moment he saw your face once more. The anger of the past dissipated. Only you left. It wasn’t his fault. You were his only love and you left him. Well, that's how he saw it.

The pain of losing his love had left an ever-present scar on his nonexistent heart. You had been the only person to ever stay by his side, no matter how much he tried to push you away, to insult you, make you hate him. To no avail, you bulldozed your way into his life and his heart.

“Stop lying to me. I know you’re lying. I can feel you lying Sukuna. I-I don’t know how to explain it...but I just know. I don’t know you, but you feel so familiar. Your habits, your personality. I keep getting flashbacks, or memories. I’m not sure. Though, I do know that they aren’t mine. At least… not in this life…” you trailed off, avoiding his piercing gaze. “But I know that the guy in those visions are you. It just… feels like you. Your warmth, your words, your voice…even your touch” you gently placed your forehead against his, closing your eyes for no sole reason. Only wanting to feel his energy. Feel him.

He sighed.

“Still the same as ever, princess. Always find your way into my heart” he heartily chuckled before continuing, placing the warm palm of his hand against your cheek. Your eyes flutter open at the contact. “I’ll explain since you asked so nicely” he winked, patting your cheek almost mockingly, reminding you of the time you once did the same. Heat rose to your cheeks.

“So…” he started.

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What.

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What was going on?

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You saw his mouth moving though no words escaped. You tilted your head in confusion, causing him to pause before cupping your cheeks.

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No words were heard. You were even unable to hear your cries.

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“I’m sorry.”

Then black.

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saintlike78 · 4 years ago

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um hey love, i just wanna say that i absolutely adore your writings :D can i request a poly mauraders x reader fic, where the reader's actually uncomfortable when they're being rough & degrading during sex. she likes it when they're gentle but she never really said anything bcs she wanna make them happy. but one day she can't take it anymore and said her safeword. so basically just lots of comfort after that. i hope it's not confusing. thank you so muchh <3

I can’t [Poly Marauders]

A/N: I just saw this request and I instantly had to write it! Thank you so much, I can totally relate, being a little vanilla bean at heart. I was actually thinking of maybe writing a pt. 2 with some very fluffy gentle sex, lmk if that’s something you would want to read <3

Pairings: Poly Marauders x Fem! Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), mention of cum, bondage, degradation, face slapping, spanking, use of safeword, crying, overstimulation, reader being in pain bc of rough sex, dom! Remus, dom! Sirius, dom! James, sub! Reader, polyamorous relationship, fluff at the end. As always lmk if I missed anything.

NSFW starts just below the cut!

“Take it you dumb slut,” James groaned out as he hit another slap on your already burning red ass.

The slap had you jolting forward, Remus’ cock hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag.

Your hands were tied behind your back and held up by James as he rutted into you - you were absolutely out of control in this situation.

Beside you Sirius was pulling at his own cock, his lips connected with Remus’s as they lazily made out, chasing their releases.

Your body was aching, your stomach pulled tightly together as another orgasm approached, the pleasure had long ago subsided, the only thing you felt was pain. Your cheeks were red and marked with handprints from the countless times the three boys had slapped you.

You had never told them that you didn’t enjoy it quite as rough as they did - it was fine sometimes, but most of the time you loved praise and soft sex, but that was obviously not something they wanted, so you pushed through despite yourself to please them - not wanting to lose them.

With a loud groan and without warning Remus’s cum shot down your throat, prompting another gag to surface.

He pumped a couple of times, riding out his high before he pulled out and leaned down to be level with your face. Grabbing ahold of your cheeks and squeezing them he scowled, “go on, swallow!”

You didn’t dare to disobey, so you swallowed and stuck out your tongue to show him that you indeed weren’t to be punished.

“Good,” was all the scarred boy said before gently tapping your cheek and moving back to make out with Sirius.

Moans were spilling out freely, now that Remus’s cock was out of your mouth, and you had an opportunity to breathe.

Your enjoyment didn’t last long as another hard slap was delivered to your ass and then one on your face - one from James and Sirius.

You whimpered, tears pricking at your eyes.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore,” you whimpered out, your lips turned into a pleading pout.

Sirius leaned down, his face stern, “yes you can, and you will… no more complaining, dumb little slut.”

Your heart stung at the name, but you made no move to go against them; it was all for them.

James’ cock twitched inside of you, and he quickly pulled out and came on your back with a loud groan. The hand that was holding the restraints let go and you fell forward into the mattress with a dry sob.

Your break was minimal as not even ten seconds later you were being flipped around, laying uncomfortably on your tied hands. Sirius was between your legs and didn’t even give you time to comprehend anything before his cock was buried deep within you, his hips moving quickly to achieve his release.

Another slap, hips snapping into yours painfully, your hands bound tightly and painfully behind your back, and your orgasm not even close to feeling good – it was all becoming too much.

You were trying so hard to keep it together, only Sirius needed to cum and then you’d be done.

You were being so good, keeping everything in; that was until Remus’s hand was around your throat, Sirius’s hand landed another painful slap on your cheek and James’ thumb was rubbing fast circles on your clit. The pain and emotion were too much, and you finally snapped, tears of pain flowing freely down your cheeks.

“Red! red, red, please, red!” you exclaimed, chanting your safeword like it was the only word you knew.

As soon as the word hit the boy’s ears Sirius had pulled out and stepped back awkwardly on his knees. Remus was quick to find the knife they kept to cut your ropes. James had pulled your body up so that Remus could free your red and aching wrists. You threw your arms around James’ neck, and he pulled your body onto his lap, holding you tightly against him.

Your mind was fuzzy and sobs escaping from the back of your throat, small pleas leaving your lips as well. ‘Please, no more, I can’t’.

A pang of guilt hit all three boy’s chests as they listened to you sob into James’s chest, your entire body shaking.

Remus was the first to speak, his soft voice trying to calm you, “shh, it’s all right, it’s over now, Bunny.”

You pulled your face away from the safety of James’s neck, your face streaked with tears and your eyes red and puffy.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry… we can keep going if you want, I’ll be good,” you rambled out, scared that they would be upset with you for stopping.

Sirius grabbed your face, his thumb wiping away the tears, “Stop apologizing, we don’t want to continue since you obviously weren’t enjoying yourself.”

“We always want you to use your safeword if you feel the least bit uncomfortable, that’s why it’s there… you did so good for us, such a good girl for using your safeword,” Remus continued on from Sirius, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

“But… Siri didn’t finish,” you muttered meekly, looking down, which was quite hard since Sirius was still holding your face.

“That doesn’t matter, Puppy… you’re way more important than a stupid orgasm,” Sirius said, lifting your face so you were forced to look at him.

“Can you tell us what happened?” James asked, needing you to tell them what caused you to cry out your safeword for the first time.

Sirius let go of your face, giving you room to tell them what had happened.

“I don’t really know how to say this… uhm… I love you all and I really enjoy it when we… uhm… you know… have sex… but I know you all like it quite rough and even though it’s fun most of the time… I kinda like it when you’re gentler… I’m sorry, we can still do it like this, but just a little less rough,” you mumbled out, not really knowing how to properly formulate what you wanted to say. Your eyes were downcast again, your fingers were pulling anxiously at one another.

“Oh, bunny… why haven’t you said anything before? If you don’t like something you have to tell us… sex is for all of us to enjoy and it’s not fair for you if you’re the only one not enjoying it,” Remus said sadly, having had no clue of your unenjoyment.

“I’m sorry, I just… wanted to be good for you, but this time it was just too painful.”

“It shouldn’t ever be so painful that you’re not enjoying yourself… please, please, please always tell us – and stop apologizing, you were being good for us, you’re always good for us,” Sirius said moving so he could hug both you and James, Remus following not long after.

“You want to take a bath and cuddle, pretty girl?” James asked softly, to which you nodded enthusiastically, causing a light chuckle to leave each of their lips.

You had bathed, your body washed, and well taken care of thanks to your boys insisting that they “had to” wash you, to make sure that all your pain was gone.

You were currently laid in-between Remus and Sirius – James between your thigs, insisting that they were the best pillows and that it was mostly for your comfort.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Sirius whispered, his thumb caressing your cheek. You turned your face to look at him, a smile on your face as you leaned in to kiss him.

“I love you.”

Turning to face Remus the same sentence was voiced and lastly said to James, who was falling asleep as your fingers carded through his hair and massaged his scalp, soft snoring noises escaping his slightly parted lips.

“We love you too,” Remus whispered before moving closer to mush you against him and Sirius.

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 2 years ago

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Confessions of an Imperial Concubine

Chapter Three: An Endurance Type of Situation

AO3 Author’s note/glossary/info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

So leave me in the cold; wait until the snow covers me up so I cannot move, so I’m just embedded in the frost. Then leave me in the rain; wait until my clothes cling to my frame.- Daughter, Landfill

Sera sank into one of the heavily cushioned chairs pushed into the corner of the room, and she truly did sink. It had never occurred to her that sitting may be more comfortable than standing, but she begrudgingly admitted to herself that she’d vastly prefer this chair over just about anything.

After an indeterminate amount of time, her head whipped up at the sound of several soft knocks on her door. She wasn’t given very long to respond before the door opened and a slender woman with brown hair and gray eyes stepped through. Sera noticed that the woman was wearing a dress not unlike the one she herself had on, and she, too, had a hand chain.

A few seconds later, a second woman stepped through the door, though she was preceded by her stomach. The pregnant woman was tall with sleek dark hair and eyes to match, and Sera noticed that the woman had a necklace that paired perfectly with the hand chain she wore. Both women sat down in chairs near Sera.

“Hello,” greeted the pregnant woman with a soft smile. “I’m Annette.”

Sera blinked at her.

“Lucia,” the other woman said with a raised finger.

“Hi,” Sera greeted awkwardly, telling them her name in an uncharacteristically quiet, hesitant voice. Then, after a moment, “Sorry, but who are you?”

Sera glanced down at the hand chains both women wore, then at the sparkling emeralds contrasting against the pale skin of her own hand.

“We are what you are,” Annette answered delicately.

Lucia narrowed her eyes slightly and tilted her head to the side. “Well, I am,” she said. “Annette’s not.”

Sera blinked again. “Why not?”

Lucia examined her nails.“‘Cause she’s fucked the Emperor.”

Sera looked to Annette, who blushed and lowered a hand to her stomach, choosing to examine the plush carpet at their feet.

There was silence for several seconds before Annette sighed. “You’re Kept,” she patiently explained to Sera, gesturing between her and Lucia. “I’m a Hetaera.”

“What’s a Hetaera?” Sera wanted to know, repeating the word slowly, turning the syllables over on her tongue.

Annette opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Lucia chimed in with, “They’re like us, except they’ve fucked the Emperor.”

Sera gulped nervously.

“And not all of, um… us have?”

“No,” Annette said. “There are thirteen Kept Women—not including you—and only six of us are Hetaera.”

“Six,” Sera breathed, leaning back in her seat, the cushions swallowing her. “God, the idea of six of you having to endure—“

“Endure?” Annette cut in, surprised.

“I don’t think it’s an endurance type of situation,” Lucia remarked with a snicker.

Sera’s eyes widened at the two. “It’s not?”

“Of course not,” Annette assured her. “Some of us—like Lucia, for example—are here because our parents forced us, but many are here by choice.”

“Why?” Sera asked, aghast. She couldn’t imagine wanting to be in such a position.

Annette shrugged. “It’s a very advantageous opportunity.” When she received nothing but a blank stare from Sera, she continued, “We live a life of luxury, for one. We are safe, we are protected. We get status, respect, and a place—arguably the most important place that currently exists—in the Imperial Court. We’re free to do as we please, fall in love as we please. The Emperor is kind and generous, and he ensures we come to no harm and are content. And if you’re a Hetaera…” A slow smile spread across her face, and she went silent.

“What she’s not saying,” Lucia cut in, “is that Hetaera get to experience the Imperial Cock.”

Annette flushed again, and Sera imagined she looked rather similar. She’d never seen a… well. That. Unless one counted her younger brothers when she bathed them, which she most certainly did not.

“Apparently,” Lucia went on helpfully, “there’s a good reason so many seek him out, and it’s not just ‘cause of his pretty face. On top of being positively monolithic downstairs, he knows what you need before you do.” She paused for a moment. “Though I will admit the pretty face doesn’t hurt.”

Sera’s wide eyes snapped to Annette. “You… seek him out?”

The older woman nodded. “It’s very, ah… enjoyable.”

“Enjoyable,” Sera parroted incredulously, to which she received another nod. She found it very difficult to imagine anything involving the Emperor to be enjoyable rather than infuriating, but she didn’t say so. “You aren’t jealous? Of the other Hetaera, I mean.”

Annette shrugged. “Why would I be?”

“Well…” Sera trailed off for a moment. “If you love him, then…”

Annette raised her eyebrows at her. “Whyever would you think I love him?”

“If you’re sleeping with him,” she began hesitantly, “then you must be in love with him, right?”

Annette stared at her for several seconds before bursting out laughing. “No,” she eventually managed. “No, I’m not in love with him. I merely enjoy his company.”

“So… this—” she said, gesturing to Annette’s pregnant stomach— “is his?”

“Yes.”

“And the others as well,” Lucia added.

“O— others?” Sera managed to squeak out.

“Violet is three. She’s Caroline’s,” Annette explained, “Sophie is Ilese’s. She’s a year and a half.”

Sera stared at the two women in shock. “And…” She gulped. “And how old are you two?”

Annette smiled gently. “Twenty-three.”

“I’m twenty,” Lucia added, then nodded her chin once at Sera. “How about you?”

Sera swallowed her spit. “I turned nineteen last month.”

“Hm,” Annette tutted. “Fourth youngest. Not too young for him to be interested in you, though, if you want him.”

“I don’t,” Sera said firmly, steadfastly ignoring the way those two words felt like a lie.

“Well,” Annette said as she pushed herself to stand, “if you change your mind, you’ll have to ask him for it. He won’t touch you otherwise.”

“He won’t?”

“Nope,” Lucia cut in, popping the P. “Hasn’t even tried with me, not even with these.” She cupped her breasts, which, now that Sera noticed them, were nearly as large as her own, though not quite.

“If you have any questions,” Annette told her, “please ask. We’re a family here.”

The pair left Sera alone thereafter, shutting the elaborately painted doors behind them with a soft click.

She stared after them for several seconds.

I have a family, she thought, and it sure as hell isn’t here.

Apparently, Sera’s new “family” ate dinner together. She might’ve been more annoyed at this if it weren’t for her recent introductions to the Emperor’s daughters. Violet and Sophie were, as it turned out, very sweet little girls. Upon meeting them, Sera was immediately reminded of her family back home; her youngest sister was Violet’s age and her nephew was Sophie’s.

The small comfort afforded her by the children was replaced with shock when she settled down at a long table only for a messenger to enter the room and address her as, “Lady Seraphine.”

Sera’s gaze snapped up from the white plate she’d been examining—was the gold detailing on it real? It couldn’t be, could it? No, of course not—at the sound of her full name. Well, her full name with a title tacked on. How very odd indeed.

“You have been summoned to dine with the Emperor,” the messenger informed her. The other women around the table froze, all turning wide eyes to this strange newcomer who’d been invited to dine with the Emperor.

Sera stared at the messenger in shock until Lucia nudged her under the tablecloth. “This never happens,” Lucia hissed under her breath. “Go.”

“Why would he ask for her?” the youngest, Marina, asked. At sixteen, she was only Kept, though Sera had quickly surmised that that was not by her own choice.

“I don’t know,” Annette told her softly, not taking her eyes off Sera as she rose from her seat and straightened her skirts.

“I suspect,” Sera began with a sigh, “he wants to punish me for hating him.”

“Plenty of us hated him when we first got here,” one of the women informed her, to which several others nodded in agreement. “Lucia wouldn’t even speak to him at first.”

“Yes, well,” Sera said patiently as she pushed her chair in and moved towards the messenger, “I put a knife to his throat and would’ve slit it if it hadn’t been for his damn shield. Men are prideful enough as it is, but an Emperor?” She scoffed lightly without glancing back at the others. “I can’t imagine he’d take it well.”

“Y— you what?” gasped one of the women. Sera still didn’t look back at them, choosing instead to watch the wide-eyed messenger look her up and down as if she couldn’t quite believe someone as feeble-looking as Sera had tried to kill the Emperor.

“Well,” Sera said, finally turning around to meet their shocked faces with a small smile, “if this is goodbye, it was lovely meeting all of you.”

With that, she followed the messenger through the door and allowed herself to be led to a large, ornate set of doors with a guard posted at each one. The messenger bowed and walked away, and the guards opened the doors for Sera. Determined to go to her fate—whatever it may be—with dignity, she held her head high and stepped through the looming, intimidating doorway.

The Emperor was standing inside, and she idly wondered if he'd been waiting for her there.

No, she decided. Surely not. He has far better things to do, doesn’t he?

She was only just noticing the loose-fitting shirt and trousers he wore when the doors shut behind her, the sound resonating in the silence of the space she now found herself in. She jolted slightly at the noise, glancing around the room.

It seemed to be some sort of receiving room, and it was even more ornate than the room she had been given. There was a seating area, and several doorways lined the walls.

There was no one else in the room.

She was alone.

With him.

“Thank you for joining me for dinner,” he told her, his voice quiet, as if he were concerned about scaring her away.

Sera blinked at him.“I was summoned,” she said slowly. “I didn’t exactly have a choice.”

The Emperor tilted his head to the side slightly. “You could’ve refused.” He stared at her for several seconds. “Your coming, to me, indicates that on some level, you want to be here.”

She said nothing, instead staring at him incredulously.

There was several seconds of this—them staring at each other—before he finally said, “Come,” and turned on his heel, leading her into a candlelit room with a small table set for two.

Sera stopped and stared at the table. It was nice— elaborately carved and painted with steaming plates and bowls of food for them to serve themselves. He sat down and immediately began to dish helpings of food onto his plate.

There were a lot of fish-based dishes, she noticed, but none that she recognized. It smelled phenomenal, and she hadn’t eaten anything since her meager breakfast that morning. However, as she sat down, she decided against indulging in the feast. She’d have to locate the kitchens later and pilfer food from there; the painted dishes in front of her were very likely coated in poison.

In her choice not to eat, Sera was left sitting there, trying her damndest not to stare at this infuriatingly beautiful man who was sitting so very close to her.

“You’re not eating,” he observed after a minute or two.

She didn’t respond to his obvious observation, because why would she? What did he want for such an intuitive remark, an award?

“Would you prefer something else?” he asked. “I can have them bring you whatever you’d like.”

Sera stared at him incredulously as he took a sip from his goblet.

“I tried to kill you and you treat me to dinner,” she said slowly, as if she were speaking to a child. He choked on his drink, but she ignored it. “Sorry, something just doesn’t add up.”

“Well,” the Emperor began after he’d finished coughing, “that’s something plenty of people can say.”

“That they had dinner with you?”

He shot a small, wry smile at her. “That too,” he agreed with a nod, “but you aren’t the first assassin I’ve faced, and you certainly won’t be the last.”

She stared at him for several seconds before he spoke again.

“Your full name is Seraphine, correct?”

She nodded, eyeing him suspiciously. What was he up to?

“Do you not have a family name?”

“No,” she snapped. “I’m not from a Great House.”

He hummed but didn’t otherwise acknowledge her barb, choosing instead to ask, “How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

“What do you do for fun?”

Why would he care about that?

“Nothing.”

“Uh huh,” the Emperor said in a voice that indicated he very much did not believe her. Not that she cared in the slightest. “I only met your mother and you didn’t seem close with her.” He grimaced. “Are you close with any of your other family members?”

“What’s it to you?” Sera asked suspiciously. “You took me away from them.”

He sighed and put down his fork. “Y’know, this would be a lot easier if you would take the hand I’m reaching out.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please forgive my aversion to conversing with my captor. My deepest apologies.”

He opened his mouth to retort back, but then Sera’s stomach chose that exact moment to voice its hunger.

There was silence for several seconds before his face split into a grin and he chuckled. “Eat,” he commanded, still smiling.

She said nothing.

He sighed again. “Why aren’t you eating?”

“Because my plate is likely poisoned,” she informed him flatly. “Which is by no means unreasonable. I did try to kill you first, after all.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Alright then,” he finally said, standing up abruptly. “You can have mine.”

Next thing she knew, they’d switched places.

She stared openly as he poured himself more of whatever fruity-smelling beverage he’d been drinking, this time into the goblet that she’d neglected.

“You expect me to use the same fork as you?” she asked in surprise.

The Emperor shrugged—it occurred to Sera just then that he didn’t look like much of an emperor at all when he wore a boyish smile and loose-fitting clothing—and then he said, “Yes.”

“Doesn’t that…” She gulped out of nervousness, though she couldn’t pinpoint the origin of the feeling. “Doesn’t that matter?”

“Between you and I?” His grin widened. “No, it doesn’t matter at all.”

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joyaphoria · 4 years ago

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the five chances you give him (5)

pairing: suna x f!reader

note: this is the last chapter! i hope you all enjoyed :)

summary: suna knew that he was doing something wrong, but he refused to acknowledge it. therefore, you slowly dropped five major hints for him, hoping that he would notice them and take action to fix your broken relationship. suna really did notice them, he just didn’t figure out in time that you were actually going to leave.

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part five: rin became rintaro; then it became suna

"oh baby... nobody said that it was going to be easy." mei cooed, her voice softer than usual. she repeatedly kissed the top of your head as you cried into her lap.

"i k-know but.." you spoke through your sobs, snot along your sleeves. "i-i really hoped t-that he would ch-change.."

it's been just over two months since you've started changing your behaviour around rin, but he didn't seem to react to it—no, he may have changed, but only a bit. it wasn't enough.

you knew that this was unavoidable, and that it had to be done. the longer it takes for you to get this over with, the longer it will take for you to get over it.

so when mei sent you home that night, she reassured you that it will all be worth it in the end, and that you will find someone better.

but the fact that he was waiting for you at the same table that you used to wait at, every single night, didn't help at all.

"where were you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

you stood there for a second with your shoes still on, and folded over with laughter.

his heart flutters. whens the last time you laughed in front of him?

"sorry," you sniffled through the laughter, the aftermath from crying earlier doing you no justice. "it's just that i used to sit in that same chair, waiting for you to come home, you know?"

hesitating for a moment, he decided on getting up and walking over to you, although he didn't know what to do.

"y/n." he's looking down at you now, resisting the urge to reach out and take hold of your hands.

"rintarou."

now that caught both of you off guard.

it slipped out without a second thought on your end, and you were visibly shocked.

as was suna, except he was more afraid than anything else. he knew what this meant—he was no longer rin to you, but rintarou.

he should be grateful though, because he knew what eventually might come next. he knew that it wouldn't be rintarou for long, and that as soon as it changes, it would be over; everything would be over.

"were you crying?" he whispers, reaching out to wipe at your tear stained cheeks. except you wouldn't let him, grabbing his wrist in time. God—mei would be so proud; as would that kind lady from the cafe.

"why should you care?" you spat, letting go of his wrist to remove your shoes.

"because im your boyfriend." he said, although you didn't miss the quiver in his voice from that last word, as if he wasn't so sure anymore.

you move past him and head straight for the bathroom; but suna didn't miss it. he heard what you mumbled on your way out—and it had him slumped against the wall (when you were out of sight, that is)

his fists are clenched and his heart is beating a little too fast, but he can't get his mind off of what you said.

"yea, well not for long"

five words, and yet they seemed to foreshadow his future.

there were two possible reasons that you could be waking him up at 10 in the morning.

you were either waking him up to tell him that it was over, and that you were leaving, or that it was over, and that he had to leave.

turns out there was a third reason.

"do you have practice today?" you asked, your voice a whisper.

"yeah.. why?" he got up into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. its been a while since you last entered this room, moving all your things to the guest room.

"oh. nevermind." you make a gesture to leave but he panics and grabs your arm. this could be an opportunity, and he wasn't about to lose it.

"i could um.. take the day off." he nods his head.

"are you sure?" when he nods his head yet again, your features soften.

"okay, well get dressed. i feel like going to a theme park."

you leave the room before he has a chance to answer, but he complies anyways.

his mind wanders to the picture that he broke in the heat of the moment awhile back—the one where you were both smiling at an amusement park, kids laughing in the bakground.

"let's go on that one!" you exclaim, pointing at the rollercoaster.

a soft grin takes over your face—and while it may not be your typical energetic one, at least it was still there.

now, suna wasn't a big fan of rollercoasters. he prefered to have you go on them, while he took the photos, but today's been the first time in a while that he's actually seen you happy, and he wanted to keep it that way.

you've been here all day, and it was already pretty dark, so they might be closing soon anyways.

when the cart had finally come back around, you and rin got on, with a guy slipping in on your side.

"you guys here together?" he asked, looking over you to make eye contact with suna.

you nodded, and he chuckled.

"im here with my girlfriend, but she doesn't like roller coasters as much as i do."

now you and him are making small talk, and suna is resisting the urge to tell the guy to shut up, and to go back to his own girlfriend.

when the ride finally starts, he feels relieved, even slipping his hand into your own.

your hand tenses, and he looks up to find a look of guilt soaked into your features.

he quickly unravels his hand from yours, settling it into his lap and looking away. he got too carried away to remember that a day of rides and fun wasnt enough to fix his mistakes.

as the ride starts climbing upwards, fear pumps through his veins.

he shuts his eyes, dreading the fall.

when it finally came, he opened his eyes and hugged himself to keep from screaming.

he looks over to you, and his heart does that thing again—it flutters.

with your hands in the air, your screams adorning his ears, he fell in love. all over again.

the moonlight caressed your pretty features as your eyes shut in pure bliss, and suna found tears falling out of his own.

the tears fell but he didn't sob—not once. you didn't look his way either—not once.

instead he looked away, quickly wiping the tears before someone could catch him. he missed this; he missed you.

when you two got off the ride later, he wonders if you would ever go to another theme park with him.

when you decide to leave, suna finds an employee walking around the park with a polaroid camera.

he asks him to take a picture of you, and places it in his wallet. he can't break it this time.

suna misses the look of guilt that slips past your face, as if it were never there.

when the car pulls into the parking lot, and you both get out, suna realizes that you weren't walking beside him.

he panics and turns around, where he finds you smiling. tears in your eyes.

"thank you for today, suna."

he freezes. he can't move anymore. he can't think.

"don't be silly. let's go inside." he's walking again, but when he doesn't hear a second set of footsteps, the tears wash over him.

"why aren't you coming?" his voice cracks as the tears stream down his face.

"i'm going to mei's. it's-it's over." you smile, wiping continuously at your eyes.

"y/n please, we can talk about this." he's running over to you, taking hold of your shoulders as he bends down to make eye contact. "we're fixable, okay? i promise we are." he doesn't make move to wipe away the tears that are falling.

you wipe away his tears, pulling him into a hug. "i'm so sorry."

he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, afraid of having you slip out of his grasp. "please, don't leave me. i'll do anything, just give me another chance. i need you."

you wriggle out of his arms, and his fists clench at his sides.

"i gave you chances. i gave you too many. i have to go."

you're running now, and he can't decide if he should run after you or not. has he not caused you enough pain?

instead, he falls to his knees and cries.

that was it. he lost you—he lost everything.

the polaroid picture was burning a hole through his wallet.

when he finally musters up the courage to check the guest room a few days later, he sees all your things packed up in boxes.

you had it all planned out, didn't you?

when mei comes later that day to pick up your things, she finds suna curled into a ball on the guest room floor.

"suna. wake up."

his eyes open slowly, and she finds them red, his eyebags puffy and cheeks tear-stained.

"is y/n gonna come back?" he asks, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

mei shakes her head, and suna cries again.

she looks away, thanking the heavens that she wasn't in a relationship. she couldn't help but pity him as she collected her best friend's things, suna's sobs as a sort of background noise.

she couldn't be surprised—the lost of your entire world was enough to make any grown man cry.

heartbreak isn’t easy, but suna’s heart hurts without you. where he sleeps, where he bathes, it all reeks of your touch.

you’re everywhere here, all memories playing back to him like a movie. he’s reminded of you, and recovering addicts don’t test themselves; they dont stay around said addiction to see if they can restrain themselves.

and so suna moves out, running from the place that you’ve drenched in your presence.

he leaves the polaroid picture on the table.

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sweetwolfcupcake · 4 years ago

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Allurement: Contentment

Yandere Namjoon x Reader

It was sweet and blissful. The love-making. Only if the woman sleeping beside him knew how much he was holding back. He did not wish to hurt her, that would break his heart. But she was just so tempting like that. If he was desperate for her before, he was addicted to her after what had transpired between them.

Namjoon had kept the raging beast within him at bay. It would have been too intense for his little lamb. But he cherished their moments together. Even though he wished to go on, but she was tired and sore, and Namjoon did not wish to put much strain on her. Yet. He would have plenty of opportunities to test her limits in future, and he could not wait to exploit each of those opportunities.

His thumb rubbed her lips tenderly, the kisses were not enough, no amount of kisses would be enough. He leaned down for the nth time to place a delicate kiss on (Y/N)'s lips, the said woman was in a deep slumber, as oblivious to his true nature that lurked behind his carefully cultivated mask of the man she admired and idolized. She was such a gullible little girl. But she was his girl of course. And Kim Namjoon's woman should have only the best of the bests. And her wrists suddenly seemed empty.

Maybe he should gift her a bracelet. A reward for being such a good girl for him and never having her legs spread before.

"And I will be the only man to ever have those pretty legs spread for," he whispered before pulling her closer to him by her waist.

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When he woke up, it was dark outside, the blizzard had subsided to the regular prolonged snowfall that often caused problems with commuting and power supplies. He sighed, not annoyed at the weather, it was content and blissful sigh at the thought of having an excuse to skip office the next day. Perhaps he should declare a holiday? It might be a bit of a risk, for his father, though with weakening health still had a good hand over the Board of Directors. But the weather simply might aid him. His employees could even prolong their holidays for a bit.

His attention turned to her, still asleep, and he had never felt closer to her "Baby...Wake up Baby, it is evening. Come, I will help you bath." he whispered as she stirred awake. And as soon as her (e/c) eyes met his chocolate orbs, he could not help the grin that felt so natural when it came to her "Tired Baby?" she hummed, still wrapped in a sleepy haze, the glow that radiated off her was too precious for Namjoon to look away even for a moment. "Good evening Darling."

Her cheeks were scarlet and her eyes could hardly hold his gaze for longer than a moment as the sleepy haze began to scatter away. Namjoon could not help but chuckle at her, rendered to the point of turning into a puddle. "Um, Good evening, Joon." his grins stretched at the nickname, it reflected so much of what his mother used to call him- 'Joonie'.

"You slept well, Baby?" he sat up before helping her as well, but the subdued hisses and whimpers did not escape his notice "Soar?"

"It will be fine Joon." despite her reassurance, he was far from convinced. So did the first thing that came to his mind as soon as he got off the bed.

Picking her up in his arms and carrying her to the bathroom with her squealing and him laughing. Oh, how he loved to pamper her.

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Maybe he should gift her a bracelet. A reward for being such a good girl for him and never having her legs spread before.

"And I will be the only man to ever have those pretty legs spread for," he whispered before pulling her closer to him by her waist.

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"You slept well, Baby?" he sat up before helping her as well, but the subdued hisses and whimpers did not escape his notice "Soar?"

"It will be fine Joon." despite her reassurance, he was far from convinced. So did the first thing that came to his mind as soon as he got off the bed.

Picking her up in his arms and carrying her to the bathroom with her squealing and him laughing. Oh, how he loved to pamper her.

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morganayenneferburnham · 3 years ago

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Have I Known You 20 Seconds or 20 Years? – Nikolai Lantsov Series

Chapter 1: Devils Roll the Dice, Angels Roll their Eyes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33661984/chapters/83654680

A very short summary: Y/N has been working with the crows for a few years. Her life feels complete until she meets the insufferable Nikolai Lantsov. She finds herself forced to work with the King of Ravka on one of Kaz Brekker's crazy schemes.

Nikolai Lantsov. King of Ravka. He was privateer extraordinaire Sturmhond?

Word count: 2k

A/N: So I wrote my first fic! Hopefully at least one person likes it! I just posted the first chapter today. The second one should follow somewhat soon ☺️I’m currently writing the third chapter!

Chapter 1: Devils Roll the Dice, Angels Roll their Eyes

Nikolai Lantsov. King of Ravka. He was privateer extraordinaire Sturmhond?

Y/N couldn’t quite believe it. She had been a fan of him for years. Asking for the latest news on the voyages of the Volkvolny and its captain every chance she got. They were legendary. When Kaz had told her a few days prior that Sturmhond was going to be with them for a job she had barely been able to contain her excitement. Now, she was mortified. How could she work with a king?

Had she not been standing next to Kaz during the meeting she’d never have believed it.

“How long have you known, Kaz? I mean, I know you’ve worked with him before but…” her voice trailed off in a question.

“I figured it out when we first met.” His mind traveled back to that day. Meeting the privateer by the Geldrenner hotel’s baths, just a few years ago. They had been trying to save Kuwei Yul-Bo, a Shu inferni who’d had the misfortune of being the son of the fabrikator who created Jurda Parem, making him the most valuable hostage in the world. They had auctioned him off, faked his death, and gotten revenge on Jan Van Eck all at the same time. “The king of Ravka wouldn’t just let anyone represent his country in important matters. The fact that he always travels with at least one member of the Triumvirate doesn’t help him keep his identity secret either.” He scoffed. “He really should stop doing that.” Kaz sounded almost… annoyed?

“I take it you’ve given him that particular piece of advice and he didn’t listen?” She smirked. “Though, you know, I’m glad Zoya Nazyalenski tagged along. She is even more gorgeous than I thought.”

“He never listens. Almost as stubborn as you.” He huffed. The glare he gave her would’ve been enough to scare most people, however, she was not most people. She considered Kaz family, and she knew that Kaz did too, in his own way. They had both lost siblings to the city after all. She had joined his crew a few months after they had lost Matthias and Nina had gone back to Ravka. He had needed a new corporalnik and she had made fast friends with Inej, Jesper, and Wylan. As much as Kaz had tried to keep the young tailor at arm’s length, she had found a way to worm herself into his cold guarded heart. His look softened before he continued. “You should steer clear of her. She’s just as icy as she appears. Wouldn’t want you to get your heart broken before the job.” That was his way of showing he cared.

“Don’t worry, Kaz, I’m not looking to marry her. Maybe she’d be open to a bit of fun?” She laughed, throwing her long auburn hair over her shoulder, and made her way back to Jesper and Wylan down the corridor.

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A few days had passed since they’d met with Sturmhond. He and Zoya had temporarily moved into the slat. Kaz had been cooped up in his office, wearing his scheming face most of that time. Everyone could tell Kaz’s plan was going to involve multiple steps and deceptions.

Since they hadn’t been working any other jobs, the crows had been left to their own devices for the first time in months. Kaz occasionally called on them for their expertise, but they had a lot more downtime than they were used to. They had taken advantage of it to get to know their new teammates. Y/N had mostly struck out with Zoya, though she had managed to make her laugh a few times, to everyone’s surprise. Maybe with more time, she’d have a small chance with Zoya? The young grisha had also tried to wrap her head around the identity of her favourite privateer. She now found herself sitting in Kaz’s office, Jesper and Wylan on her right and Sturmhond and Zoya on her left. Kaz looked all business, so serious she feared he’d give himself an aneurysm.

“I need you to tailor him. Once you’re done, you’ll tailor yourself.” Kaz nodded in Sturmhond’s direction sitting behind his cluttered desk, hands resting on his crow’s head cane.

Y/N looked up at Inej who had been sitting at Kaz’s window. “May I ask why? Hasn’t he already been tailored?” She gestured to the privateer before returning her hand to her lap. “He doesn’t look like the king of Ravka.”

Kaz rolled his eyes. “Why must you always question me?” He sighed. “Yes, he has been tailored, nonetheless, he is too easily recognizable as Sturmhond. I need you both to look like rich Kaelish merchants. It shouldn’t be too hard for you?”

“Of course not. You know there’s nothing I can’t do, Brekker.” She replied in Kaelish. She softened her tone before continuing in Kerch. “I’m simply asking you to share your brilliant scheme with us mere mortals” Her voice was laced with sarcasm. Inej stifled a laugh. It looked like the Suli girl couldn’t help but smile at the other’s antics.

Kaz groaned. “Fine, I’ll share my plan for the job. It’d be easier if you just listened. I’ll explain it once so pay attention – Jesper!” Poor Jesper jumped on his chair. He’d been staring at Sturmhond since they’d all entered the office. Y/N couldn’t blame him. The privateer did have an inexplicable charm despite his tailored features.

“Yes, Boss!” Jesper straightened in his chair and sent an apologetic look to Wylan.

“Alright, to pull this one off we’ll need blueprints that can only be found in Gert Van Verent’s safe. He keeps his office under lock and key – ”

“Wait, you want us to break into a councilman’s house, again? Why can’t you do it Kaz? You’re the best at picking locks.”

“Well, if you hadn’t interrupted me” he was glaring daggers at her now, his eyes the hue of bitter coffee “you’d know that two guards are posted outside his office, at all times” he’d emphasized the last part and raised a hand to stop Y/N from interrupting him again “and his windows are protected behind steel bars.” Y/N nodded once slowly indicating she was willing to listen with no more interruptions.

“Van Verent is throwing a party in the hopes of finding his eldest daughter a husband. Being a devout Kerch merchant, he is also using the occasion to find new business ventures. The party is our window of opportunity. That-” he gestured to her and Sturmhond “is where you two come in. Ainsley and Eoin Ó Ceallaigh, newlyweds from the Wandering Isle, looking to extend your exporting business to Kerch. I already secured your invitation” Y/N felt her jaw drop. No sound came out. All she could do was stare at Kaz. He had finally lost it. He wanted her and the king of Ravka to assume false identities and pretend to be married? Dirtyhands had gone mad.

Wylan was the one who voiced her concern. “Kaz? I know Y/N’s a talented tailor and well she is Kaelish so that part’s covered but, well, um, no disrespect Sturm-, Sir? Your Highness? But, um, do you speak Kaelish?”

The king smiled. He looked amused at Wylan’s confusion. He replied in perfect unaccented Kaelish “Call me Nikolai, it will make for less confusing conversation. Of course, I speak Kaelish, I have been educated in 6 languages. I also had a fondness for Kaelish poetry in my youth.”

Everyone seemed to relax at that. However, Y/N could tell she was going to need Jesper’s help to undo the knots in her shoulders later that night. “Kaz? I don’t think I’m that great of an actress… You also haven’t told us how we’re supposed to get the plans if we do get in.”

“Don’t worry darling, I’m sure we’ll manage. I’m talented enough for the both of us” Nikolai winked at her. Nikolai, who just so happened to be the privateer she had admired for years. She felt her cheeks flush. Saints, she thought, this is going to be a nightmare.

“Jesper and Wylan have also been invited to the party thanks to Wylan’s new position on the merchant’s council.” She had never been more grateful to Kaz for overlooking the interruptions. “They’ll cause a distraction, with Nazyalenski’s help, to let you and Nikolai slip past the guards and break into Van Verent’s office.” He stopped and looked at Y/N. “I know you can pick the lock and crack the safe. I trained you myself after all.”

The discussions and planning continued well into the night. Y/N wasn’t convinced it was such a good plan, but everyone else seemed on board so she kept her mouth shut. All she could do now was make sure to memorize all she could before the job. The party was two days away, which didn’t give them much time to learn all they could about their characters. Kaz had instructed Nikolai and Y/N to spend every waking moment working together to make sure they made a believable couple.

Twelve hours in, Y/N was cursing herself for saying she wasn’t a great actress. If she’d only pretended to be confident in her acting abilities, she might have been allowed to take a break from the insufferable king. Well, insufferable might have been a little dramatic but the man loved himself way too much. They had memorized their stories in the first 8 hours and were now being quizzed by Wylan and Jesper while she started tailoring them both, yet the King would not stop flirting with her. He also made sure to touch her every chance he got. A brush of his fingers on her cheek, of his knuckles on hers, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger. She knew it was just harmless fun for him. It was driving her completely mad. She just wanted him to take the job seriously.

“How did he propose?” Wylan asked for the third time in the past two hours.

Y/N sighed and moved her fingers through Nikolai’s hair to darken it. “It was incredibly romantic. He had planned a picnic by the lake where we met.” Her cheeks were already starting to hurt from the plastered smile on her face.

“I had all of her favourite foods, of course” Nikolai interjected, moving to softly caress the girl’s cheek.

Y/N had to restrain herself from slapping his hand away. “Yes, even strawberries, in winter! Can you believe it? Once the sun began to set, he dropped to one knee and pulled the ring from the picnic basket with a bouquet of winter roses. I’m so lucky to have fallen in love with such an attentive and caring man.” She turned to Kaz who had been observing them, leaning against the doorframe, and dropped the smile from her lips. “Was that satisfactory, Boss?”

Kaz shrugged. “It’d be better if you didn’t look like you wanted to stab him every time he touches you.”

Y/N released a breath. “Maybe if you’d let me take a break...” her tone was pleading.

Kaz smiled at that. He was finally wearing her down. Giving her a taste of what she’d put him through the last two years felt like sweet justice to him. He liked the girl well enough, but she had a way of getting on his nerves. He took no pity on her. “You’ll keep going until I actually believe you are in love with him.” He left the room with a pointed look at her.

Zoya released an amused laugh. “I’m just glad Nikolai found someone else to bother for a change.” She smiled smugly at Y/N. “Don’t worry, he’s mostly harmless. Just come find me if he gets too handsy, I’ll put him in his place for you.”

Y/N couldn’t believe it. Zoya had definitely sent her a wink before following behind Kaz. Maybe all her flirting had paid off?

“Sweetheart, I’m hurt, you are taking more interest in my general than in your own handsome husband.” Nikolai’s tone was toeing the line between mock hurt and amused.

She turned back to the three men in front of her. “Jesper, please, just shoot me.”

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writing-wh0re · 4 years ago

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Can I get prompts 9, 12, and 30 for a Bucky Barnes smut? I was thinking something soft like she gets hurt in a mission and he is helping take care of her wounds and if results in soft smut.

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader.

My first Bucky Barnes and soft smut. Likes are great but feedback is golden, let me know how I can improve or what I could write for you!

Word count: 1,451k

Prompts Requested:

9 - “Did he do this?”

12 - “I’m fucking crazy about you”

30 - “Are you hurt?”

Warnings: Smut 18+, Injury, Fingering, Female Receving Oral, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex.

I hold my side, feeling the slight burn of the bruises forming on my skin. I stumble through the avengers compound, my feet sore from the fight as I make it into the medical bay. I look at my appearance in the mirror, a cut across my cheek, blood staining my face.

“Are you hurt?” I look behind myself in the mirror seeing Bucky dressed in his gym clothing.

“Honestly, yeah.” I nod as Bucky grabs a face washer from the cabinet, walking over to me.

“Let me help you.” Bucky coats the washer in water, gesturing for me to sit on the medical bed.

“We could have used you out there you know.”

“Tell Tony that, he thought it would be a good opportunity for you and the spider.” I scoff as Bucky smirks at me, wiping the blood off my cheek as I wince. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I smile, trying to help get my point across.

“How did this happen?”

“I got myself cornered and Peter used his web to get me out but didn’t help me stick the landing and I cut my cheek on debris.”

“Wait.” Bucky steps back to look at me. “Did he do this?” I notice the tone in Bucky’s voice change, his body language following. Is he being protective of me?

“No, well not on purpose, there was a lot going on and it's more on me for not sticking the landing.”

“Well either way, I’m going to talk to the kid.”

I feel my stomach erupt with butterflies at Bucky’s words, my small crush on him causing my cheeks to heat up. He smiles at me as he continues to clean my wound. My eyes wander downwards to his lips as he softly licks them.

“Do you need help with anywhere else?”

“Would you mind looking at a few of the bruises, just to make sure nothing is broken?” I ask, confidence radiating off me as Bucky nods. I stand off the bed, my body almost flush against his as I zip down the front of my suit, my red lace bra on full display as I slip my arms out. I look back up at Bucky, his pupils blown with lust as I smirk.

“Uh, this spot right here, I was kicked pretty hard.” Bucky’s eyes travel over my body as his flesh hand brushes over the forming green and purple bruise.

“I, uh, might have an idea on how I can help.” I nod softly as Bucky smirks. “Are you sure?” I smile, biting my lip softly as I nod again, not trusting for my voice not to quiver under his lust filled stare.

Bucky pulls me flush against his chest as I lick my lips and he tilts my head up, pressing his lips to mine. A soft gasp falls from my mouth which allows Bucky to slip his tongue into my mouth as we begin to fight each other for dominance. I feel his hands grab my hips softly, lifting me onto the bed as he stands between my legs, never once breaking the kiss.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” I giggle as Bucky smiles.

“I’m fucking crazy about you.” I feel heat hit my cheeks as Bucky continues. “I have been since our first mission together.” I pull on his shirt, trying to get him out of it as he gladly follows my gesture, ridding himself of the fabric as he toys with the clasp of my bra, letting the fabric fall from my body.

“Beautiful.” Bucky whispers as he kisses me, hands wandering down my body so softly to make sure he doesn’t touch any of my newly forming bruises. I place my hands on his toned chest, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. Bucky breaks the kiss, walking away from me to pull the curtain across the small medical bed area.

“Are you sure you want this?” I smile as I shimmy my suit down my legs, my matching red lace panties on full display as Bucky sighs, tilting his head to the side looking me up and down.

“I want this more than anything.” That’s all the confirmation Bucky needs as he pulls down his gym sweats, placing his hands on the sides of my face as he kisses me ever so softly, the kiss filled with love and passion as I slowly move back on the bed, my back hitting the wall as Bucky breaks away.

“Lay down doll.” I follow Bucky’s instruction, my pussy throbbing at the nickname as he gets on top of me, watching where he places his body to ensure the bruises on my skin don’t get bumped.

Bucky kisses along my jaw, littering the skin on my neck with hot open mouthed kisses as I gasp causing Bucky to smirk against my skin having found my sweet spot. He continues to kiss and lick the spot just below my ear, leaving his mark on my skin.

“Bucky.” His name falls from my lips, my body on fire under his touch as he kisses down my body, his metal hand kneading my right breast as his tongue plays with my left nipple. He continues down my body, kissing my clothed core as he looks up at me.

“All for me?” Smirking he loops his fingers under the sides of my panties, pulling them all the way down my legs, throwing them on the ground as he keeps his eyes focused on my heat. He kisses each side of my pussy before softly licking from my entrance to my clit. Swirling his tongue around in a figure eight motion as I become breathless, gasps of air filling the silence as I move my hips up against his tongue. I moan as I feel his metal hand hold my hip down, his flesh hand coming between my legs as he slips two fingers inside me, my back arching off the leather of the bed as I bite my lip, holding back a loud moan.

“Fuck, I’m close.” I whimper as Bucky doesn’t stop, his fingers rubbing against the walls of my pussy as he continues his figure eight motions. I feel him moan against my clit as I cum all over his fingers, my clit growing sensitive as he gives it one last longing lick, pulling his fingers out to look at me smugly.

“So pretty when you cum Doll.”

“Bucky, please, I want to finally feel you inside me.” I beg as he chuckles, slipping out of his boxer briefs. I moan just looking at his erect cock, slightly glistening with precum as I go to sit up, Bucky shaking his head.

“You’re injured, next time.” Bucky says understanding I want to play with him. I watch as he pumps his cock, running it up and down my wet slit, feeling light rushes of electricity run through me as my sensitive clit is bumped. Bucky slides skillfully into me, my walls instantly contracting around him, the electricity still flowing through my body, causing my legs to shake as Bucky groans.

“You’re so fucking tight doll, fuck.” I watch as Bucky keeps his eyes trained on himself going in and out of me. “Made for me.”

I blush as I arch my back, Bucky leaning over to kiss me as I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs following as I push him deeper into me. Both of us moan against each other as he continues his rhythmic thrusts.

“It’s so sensitive.” I cry out as Bucky places his forehead against mine. “I’m close Buck.”

Bucky picks up his pace a little as my legs start to tremble around his hips.

“Cum for me doll.” I bite my lip pulling Bucky flush against me as I move my hips with his, cumming harder the second time as Bucky’s thrusts slow, his cock twitching inside of me as he moans, kissing me. Bucky pulls out of me as I whimper at the feeling of being empty.

I sit up, wincing as the pain from my bruises as it winds me slightly.

“Let me help you.” Bucky smiles, helping me sit up as he slides my pantines back up my legs. “I’m not going to put you back in the suit though.” He chuckles as he grabs a medical lab coat, handing it to me as he quickly changes into his gym clothes.

“Thanks, um, so…” I trail off as Bucky smiles sweetly at me, kissing my head.

“I’d love for you to be mine Doll.” I smile wide as my stomach fills with butterflies, tingles flood my body as I nod.

“I’d like that.”

“C’mon Doll, we’ll go have a bath.”

“You know the way to my heart, Bucky Barnes.”

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pxnk-velvet · 4 years ago

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Jiraiya x fem reader nsfw, prompt list 3, prompt 2 please

PLEASE [NSFW!]

Jiraiya x Fem!Reader

Prompt:

#2 - “I swear I won’t let it happen again.”

Word Count: 0.9k

Summary: When Y/n had planned a little getaway at the hot springs, she hadn’t expected to end like this.

Warnings: nsfw!, semi-public, intended for mature readers only

I got a little lazy with editing, sorry! But I finally got some writing posted after how long? Yeah, sorry guys. Party Masterlist

When Y/n had planned her little night on the town, all to herself, she hadn’t expected it to go on like this.

The steam from the onsen had felt like a silky warm blanket against Y/n’s skin. The water encasing her body felt amazing as she relaxed, her little towel folded neatly sitting on top of her head. Her chest raising and falling gentle with the smooth breaths she took, body and mind in a deep state of relaxation. Not to mention the fact that the place was empty….well, almost.

The whole time she had been there, someone on the men’s side had been arguing with what had seemed to be their student. Very loudly to be exact. She had tried her best to ignore them and she had been quite successful for some time. But it didn’t last very long.

When she peeked open one of her eyes as a result of the commotion going on on the other side of the fence, she caught a glimpse of a man’s face just above the edge.

Y/n didn’t have time to react before the man’s face disappeared and a loud crash cut through the air. She was quick to jump out of the water and wrap a towel around her tightly, rushing over to the fence to check up on whoever she had just caught red handed.

“Um, excuse me?” She called out, hoping they were able to hear her on the other side, “Are you alright?”

Whoever had fallen, groaned out, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, I’m fine.”

Then she heard who she assumed was the student, complain, “If all you’re gonna do is spy and flirt with her, then I’m leaving.” The sounds of water splashing and stomping feet could be heard as the student mumbled on about how he was supposed to be training instead. Choosing to leave the bath and head up to his room for the night. Leaving Y/n and the man that had been spying on her.

“Hello?” Y/n called out, hands pressed against the wooden fence, curious as to who this man could be and why he just so happened to be spying on her of all people.

“Ah,” The man sighed from behind her, settled nicely in the spot she had just been in not too long ago. Y/n jumped, clutching the towel that laid clad against her body.

“You shouldn’t be here. This is the women’s bath.” She mused, facing him directly now, the fact that he had been keeping an eye on her only fueling her confidence. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Men always just seemed to brush her off, but he was different.

“I swear I won’t let it happen again, sweetheart,” He charmed, voice smooth and warm, like the steam that engulfed the two, “Why do you sit back down and get comfortable?”

Y/n felt her face physically flush when he said those words, that’s when she knew exactly where this was headed. Now it was her choice to take it or leave it, an opportunity like this was a rare one after all.

She tiptoed her way over the water, hoping there was at least enough steam to the point where not everything was exposed. Dropping the towel, quick to slip into the warm water again. The feeling of his eyes on her sent chills up her spine, something she was growing a liking to. She settled into a spot across from him, taking in his form.

He was laid back with his arms spread out to the sides, almost like he was inviting her in. Judging by his stature, Y/n figured his legs were spread too, stimulating her mind.

“Are you from around here?” His voice rang out, deep and sultry. Causing a thick lump to develop in Y/n’s throat as she tried to swallow it down.

“Yeah, I figured I needed sometime to myself. So I planned a night away here to enjoy.” She explained, trying desperately to dissipate the aching between her legs. Squeezing her thighs together in hopes of satisfying it a little.

That didn't do much considering the man slowly made his way to sit next to her. She watched with curious and encouraging eyes as he did so, doing nothing to stop him as he placed his hand on her thigh. Gripping the plush skin gently, leaning in close to her ear, “What if I help make this night a bit more enjoyable?”

Upon comprehending those words, Y/n’s body was on fire and it wasn’t because of the water temperature. She shivered when his breath fanned across the sensitive skin of her neck and ear, his hand slowly creeping up the length of her thigh.

“Answer me.” He mumbled into her ear before dipping down to place a soft kiss on the junction between her neck and shoulder. His lips were gentle compared to the calloused skin of his fingers and palm. The rough texture makes her skin melt.

A shaky sigh fell from her parted lips, “Please.” Her head leaned back as he began upon her approval. Lips on her neck and his fingers making contact with her core.

Y/n knew the second that simple “please” fell from her mouth, she would be in for one hell of a night.

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travellingarmy · 4 years ago

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║Zhongli║Happy Birthday

This is requested by me as a gift for you and Zhongli’s birthday.

A/N: This was posted on Wattpad for Zhongli’s birthday but came here late so it’s late.

Gender-neutral.

Fluff. A bit suggestive.

Word count: 2.5k

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It was the coldest time of the year as December rolls on by, bringing the gift of white, little snowflakes along with it. This, no matter how beautiful, was cold to the touch and the people of Liyue bundled up for the season, dressing in extra layers. It may not be as cold like in Snezhnaya, but it certainly was cold for the locals.

And during this time, the streets would be less crowded, seeing as they want to be inside a building that gives them warmth and shelter from the snow. The holiday was long gone, leaving as soon as it came. However, there was something else to be more excited about that isn't the New Year-- that's in February. What you're going on about is Zhongli's birthday.

He may be an Archon, but he certainly must have been born into the world-- even if it's just created into the world by little specs of matter.

The sun was just peeking out in the horizon, its light shining through the little gaps of your curtains.

Sounds of fabric against fabric rustles and a deep groan made its way to your ears before feeling an arm wrap around your waist, strong and firm, not wanting to let go of you any time soon. You would shot up wide awake, very alarmed, if you didn't know who it was-- if, might I highlight.

You groan into their chest, just feeling the weight of sleep lift from your eyelids. Slowly just waking up, you were suddenly aware of the cold air that surrounded you and so, you reflexively drew closer to the person that emitted warmth, touching their bare skin that was left exposed from events the night prior.

"Good morning," the person croaks, making you melt at the sound of their voice. You hummed in response, then feeling their lips on your forehead, giving you a good morning kiss. "It's time to get up, my dear."

"Just a couple more minutes," you say, burying your face further into their chest. A low, yet deep chuckle reverberates from them and pulls away from you. "I'm afraid I can't stay much longer, my love. I have to go to work."

You opened your eyes, showing how upset you were. "Can't you call a day off, just for today?" you plead. "And beside that, I think you owe me a massage from yesterday.."

There was no reason to be alarmed, just as said before because the person in bed with you was no other than your lover, Zhongli.

Amber eyes glowed, reflecting in amusement of your attempt, but he was not easily swayed. However, he did lean in for a kiss that you took as another opportunity to make him stay, wrapping your arms around his neck to draw him closer.

You shifted on top of him, trapping him underneath you as you continue to kiss him, slipping your tongue inside his mouth, tongues now intertwining with each other.

His hands started to wander until it got down to your thighs and rubbing it. The heat from last night certainly have not died down just yet, but Zhongli knew better than to let you continue this, pushing you away and leaving a thin line of saliva that connected your lips to his.

You eyes was filled with visible lust from last night just starting a new flame of desire. Zhongli couldn't help but admit that he, too, was feeling his own flame being ignited once again. He would love to pin you down and do you over again, but he must restrain himself. Chuckling, he spoke, "I think you are more than able to walk, my dearest." He kissed your forehead before leaving your warmth.

"So, it's decided then, huh?" You pouted. He smiles down at your bare state, loving every inch of you. "I'm afraid so. And don't you have an errand to run with that boy today?" he says, referring to the ginger who goes by the alias of "Childe".

"Oh, right.. I forgot about him," you mumbled. "Did I possibly cause that?" he jokingly says, making his way to the bathroom. "Yeah, you did, so you owe it to me," you said, though knowing it was hopeless.

He turns the doorknob to the bathroom, but stops and looks over his shoulders at you. "Care to join me, my dear?" he asks and it took you no more than a second to answer happily, joining him in the bath.

After breakfast, you two went your separate ways, but not before kissing each other a good bye for now.

Although it may sound awfully suspicious about how you were going on an errand with Childe, Zhongli has an infinite amount of trust in you and the both of your relationship-- the two of you are married, after all.

"(Y/N), good morning," Childe greets, seeing you approach him. "Good morning. Did I make you wait long?" you ask. He shook his head almost immediately. "I just came. Anyway, what did you call me out here for?" he ask.

"First, did you reserve a table at Luili Pavillion?" you ask. He nods. He was quite curious when you approached him out of the blue to ask for a reservation, but he complied and waited for the day you'll explain. "Good. Thank you so much, Childe. You know, it's Zhongli's birthday today."

"Oh, is that so? I didn't think the Geo Archon would be interested in remembering his own birthday," Childe states quite jokingly. He wad still irritated about the fact that Zhongli toyed with him on his mission to retrieve the Gnosis and it certainly showed in his tone. "He forgets his birthday, so that is why we have to make him remember!" you exclaim.

"The reservation is during dinner time, so we'll have enough time to look for gifts! Come, Childe, we must not delay."

During the long gap until dinner, you had certainly chosen a lot of presents for his special day. Yes, you have given him quite the handful of gifts for Christmas, but that was for then-- the presents of now were for his birthday.

If you think about it, you and Zhongli were similar to your spending habits, but unlike him, you knew how to play to make the price go your way, and you never forget your wallet.

"I'm sure Mr. Zhongli will be fine with one gift as long as it came from you," Childe states, looking at the stack of boxes that were wrapped perfectly in his hands. You called Childe today to join him for Zhongli's birthday, but also because you knew you won't be able to carry the presents with just you alone. "Mm, I guess you're right, but you haven't chosen a gift yet, have you? We'll go choose yours and then we'll wait it out until dinner."

"Ah, but before we do that, could we possibly get lunch?" Childe ask. It was quarter to one and Childe felt like he was about to collapse any time soon if he doesn't get something to eat. "Oh, right, let's go to Wanmin Restaurant. My treat," you say.

"Could I possibly ask for a spoon and fork?" Childe asks Xiangling when the two of you got there. "Eh? Oh, of course!" Xiangling says and made a dash to get a spoon and fork for the male.

You laughed. "If I was Zhongli, I wouldn't dare let you get a spoon or a fork," you state, knowing how cruel Zhongli can be when it comes to teasing. "Yeah, and that's why I'm glad you're here instead of him," Childe admits, scratching his head and awkwardly laughing.

After getting Childe stuffed up, it was his turn to pick a present. To your questioning gaze, he only picks one present. "You're quite excited about his birthday, huh?" Childe says, tone neutral. It was understandable for Childe as he loves to spoil his family as well, being that they are his loved ones.

You nod. "Zhongli didn't get much free time like as now, being occupied of the status as Archon," you confess. "Now, I have much more time to spend every waking day with him.. I want to spoil him just this once."

Childe smiles at your earnest words and turned to face ahead, eyes widening when his eyes laid upon a familiar male.

He was about to tell you, but Zhongli was quick to turn his head and look your way, soon walking up to the two of you.

"M- Mr. Zhongli, hi!" Childe greets, soon getting you to panic. "Greetings, Childe." Zhongli nods to the young Harbinger and turns to you. "Hello, my dear, how are you faring this afternoon? I assume you have had your lunch?" Zhongli greets.

"Oh, ah, Z- Zhongli, fancy running into you here!" you stammered, eyeing the boxes. "Hm? Are you alright, dearest? You are aware that the funeral parlour is right over there, right?" Zhongli points to his workplace that was indeed a few metres away from the three of you.

You and Childe stare at each other from the corner of each of your eyes, eyes questiong the other what to do with the things in your hands, sweat dropping excessively.

Zhongli notices the awkward glares to the other, quite clueless. "I see that you are carrying wrapped presents.. I don't assume that there is a second holiday, one is there?" He examines the presents, finger on his chin as he does so.

"Oh, no, there isn't! These are for um.." you trailed, looking at Childe to urge him to help you. "These are for my siblings!" Childe steps in, saving the day. "Yes, for my siblings.. You know how much I love my sibilings." He chuckles forcefully.

"Ah, I see.." You two let out a silent sigh of relief. You weren't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing how clueless he could be, but as for now, you think it was a good thing. "So, uh, I'll see you at home, Zhongli." You waved to the male and walk away, Childe trailing just as hastily as you were.

"Right, so, I'll just keep the presents safe and bring them to the restaurant, correct?" Childe asks and you nod. "Thank you for helping out, Childe."

"Haha, it's no problem. I'm quite excited for tonight. Well, I'll see you then," Childe says, and waves you off.

You went home and spent the rest of the time entertaining yourself until Zhongli was finished with work. "Welcome home," you greet, closing the book that occupied your time, and standing up from your seat, making your way to him.

You brought him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, which he took to a deeper measure by wrapping his around your waist. The kiss was long and loving, but he soon pulls away, smiling.

"Might I ask how you have been, my dear?" Zhongli asks, pulling you close as you both stood at the front door. "Mm, it was okay. Oh, in fact, we should leave right now!" you say, almost revealing your great enthusiasm.

"Oh? Where to?" he asks as you take him by the hand and drag him outside. "You'll just have to find out!" is all you said, making your way to Luili Pavillion.

Upon arriving there, your eyes make contact with Childe who waved you over smilingly. "Hey, it's about time you guys came!" Childe greets, eyes following as the two of you sat down, Zhobgli looking quite clueless.

"I've already ordered the dishes you said, (Y/N), and placed a custom made order to the place you said to go," Childe says, leaving Zhongli in the dark. You nod, thanking him.

"Might I ask for an explanation?" Zhongli asks, turning his gaze onto you. "I knew you'd forget.. But before I tell you, want to take a guess?" You grin at the male.

"Hm, there isn't a second Christmas nor is it the Lantern Rite Festival.." Zhongli hums, bringing his fingers to his chin as he deeply thought it through.

He gave no answer and asks you to tell him. "Nuh-uh, I guess you'll have to wait and find out later," you said, making Zhongli much left out in the secret.

Soon, the dishes came, filling the once empty table with delicious food. The aroma was so strong that anyone passing the restaurant would soon hear their stomach growling. "Ah, but before we eat, there's another one that's still yet to come!" you state, and as if on cue, the last waitress came, holding the most delicious and well decorated cake, placing it in front of Zhongli.

"Hm? Care to tell me now, my dear?" he asks, not connecting the dots. He could be so dumb, but that was sort of his charm. You sighed, though not out of annoyance, and finally helped him out. "Happy birthday, Zhongli!" you cheer.

"Ah, so today is the day of my birth. I quite forgot," Zhongli says, eyes fixed on the candles on the cake that almost emitted the same colour as his eyes. "I can't believe you actually forgot, Mr. Zhongli," Childe laughs at the Archon.

"Mm, come on, make a wish and blow it out!" you excitedly say. "What do I wish for?" he asks, eyes tearing away from the candle and to you.

"Whatever your heart desires," you say. Zhongli stares back at the cake, silent for a while before closing his eyes to mutter a wish in his head. After that, he opens his eyes and looks over to you once more. "Now, you blow out the candles!" you instructed and watch as he does so.

You and Childe claps, smiles adorning both of your faces at the oldest Archon. Before, you'd celebrate his birthday just enjoying a cup of tea and hear him speak, but now that he was living the life of a mortal, you decided to celebrate his special day like that of a mortal.

"Oh, right, the presents!" Childe says, standing up to talk to a nearby waitress who went to the back and soon return with an extra person, both carrying the wrapped presents, bringing it over to the table.

"And you know about the gifts from earlier? Well, they were for you," Childe says. "Most of them are from (Y/N)."

Surprise was seen reflecting in Zhongli's eyes and turns his head away from the presents to you who was smiling. "I thank you, my dear, but you didn't need to spend so much for me," he says kissing your forehead and letting his lips linger on it.

"But I wanted to," you say, melting from his kiss. Childe coughs awkwardly, a bit embarrassed to see two people getting so affectionate in front of him, seeing as he was a bachelor.

You both chuckled at the young male. "Well, let's enjoy the dishes that I know you like!" you exclaim.

After the pleasant evening, you and Zhongli returned home, now cuddling in bed, his head resting on your chest as you played with his hair. "This has been most joyous, and I thank you once again, dearest," Zhongli says.

You hummed. "I'm happy you think so," you said, closing your eyes as a smile spread across your face. "Let me say this again.."

"Happy birthday, Zhongli."

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sunaswife · 4 years ago

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Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

note from denise: hi hii 🥺 I’m so happy and i love this chapter even though it’s all over the place so I’m sorry plz forgive me 🙇‍♀️

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

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Chapter eight

You heard Hana and Jamie bickering in the living room as you took the burnt part off of the bell peppers you roasted. You were looking out the window in front of the sink every once in a while to check up on the kids. They were having fun playing with their father and uncles. You’ve never seen them smile brighter.

You were happy that they finally had their father, Tobio was a good figure but obviously not their real father. Earlier Rin gave his first scolding to your son for shoving Akira and he also told Akira that calling people idiot wasn’t nice. You couldn’t help but snicker behind your cardigan since he was obviously nervous and a bit awkward but it all worked out in the end. The twins and your best friends were peering through the door at the scene and they were in awe.

It just looked so natural. You, Rin and the kids. All that’s missing is a pet dog or cat. Jamie thought if you and Rin really try then you both could fall in love again and be a nice family all together. She grew up with divorced parents so she knew how tough it could be. She doesn’t want to hear you and Rin fighting in the future about upcoming holidays. Or maybe eventually having to separate the twins.

“Hana do you think you could ask the guys if they want to stay for dinner?” You said from the kitchen. “Oka-“ “No y/n, I think you should do it.” Jamie popped in. “Huh? I’m literally cooking.” You said as you reached into the bag of roasted peppers. Your fingers were stuck onto the black crisps. “You’re trying to avoid them.” She squinted and you rolled your eyes. “No I’m not.” You defended yourself. “Yes you are.” She deadpanned. “You never say no to setting for your kids. Even if you’re busy you tell them to give you five or ten minutes but when Rini asked you straight up said no since you needed to cook. I think that stung him a bit. He probably wanted to show off his skills to his dad.” She said and you frowned slightly. “I mean it’s fine, she’s probably uncomfortable which makes sense. The worst people in the world are just chilling in her house. It makes sense that she’s on edge.” The familiar voice said and you turned to see Atsumu leaning against the breakfast bar between your kitchen and living room. You didn’t want to say he’s right..but I mean..he’s right.

“...would you like to stay for dinner?” You asked awkwardly as Jaime sighed and walked away. “Mmm depends, what are you making?” He teased to try to help you ease up. “Food, either take it or leave it.” You said plainly as you flipped the pepper on the stove. “I miss your cooking so I think I’ll stay. Let me call Osamu so he can help.” He said and you immediately protested. “No it’s fine, you guys are the guests. I’ll feel bad.” You said and he chuckled. “Y/N-Chan..” he started, “Osamu owns his own restaurant, all he does is eat, cook, and work out. He would want nothing more than to help you cook. It’s in his DNA.” He said and you rolled your eyes. “Fine ask Rin if he wants to stay too.” You said. “Oh he’ll want to stay, plus we all carpooled together.” He said and you nodded and he left.

“Yo, we gotta go.” Jamie said from the doorway. “Did you say bye to the kids?” You asked and she nodded. “Sorry Y/N, we have a doctors appointment.” Jamie frowned slightly. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll call you later.” You smiled and she nodded sadly. After a quick goodbye hug they were out the door and Osamu was waiting in the kitchen to help you cook.

“Alright boss, let’s get started.” He said as he washed his hands and you chuckled.

Dinner went good, the kids mainly talked and were the stars of the show. After dinner they wanted to show their uncles and dad their Minecraft worlds on their tablets, courtesy of Tobio.

Suna offered to help clean up but you insisted it was fine and to spend as much time with the kids and he reluctantly agreed and you were left alone.

Your phone buzz after you sat on the breakfast bar to enjoy yet another cup of tea and you almost spilled it when you saw who was calling. “Holy shit, holy shit.” You muttered and the guys immediately turned to you from their spots on the couch. “I’m going to take this phone call I’ll be right back.” You said leaving Rin in charge and you answered while you made your way down the hall.

“Hello?” “Hi is this Y/N? This is Natsuo, the songwriter and director for the soundtrack for Kimetsu No Yaiba. From my understanding you are voicing Nezuko and Shinobu, correct?” “That is correct, sir.” You replied, “Well I stumbled across your portfolio and resume and I phone called your old vocal coach and he said some things about you.” He said. “Well I hope they’re all good.” You chuckled nervously.

“Yes they’re more than good actually and I wanted to offer you the opportunity of singing the opening for the anime, if not then maybe the outro. Would you be interested? Of course you’d have to come to the studio and sing for us and we’ll decide but I wanted to ask first since I know you also work as a volleyball commentator as well.” He said and you gasped.

“Yes sir of course, I would be honored...” you said happily. “Great! I see that you come in the studio on Monday for the read through of the script. Can you come earlier to audition?” He asked and you agreed and set up a time.

Normally any other person would want to audition after but if it’s singing, you can’t eat or drink sweet stuff before because it messes up your throat and you can accidentally burp and embarrass yourself. So you’d rather do the singing audition before and eat whatever is at the snack bar during the read through.

When you hung up the phone you squealed and did a little happy dance. You quickly took a deep breath and you made your way out of your office back to the living room. “Um...where are the twins? The Miya’s I mean.” You asked when you saw that only Suna was chilling with a kid on each side of him. “Osamu needed to check up on his shop and Atsumu had to go to the gym. I decided to stay behind because I didn’t know how long you would take.” He replied.

“But didn’t you all carpool?” You asked and he nodded. “I can Uber. Don’t worry.” He said and you nodded and sat next to Rini. “Kids guess what.” You said happily and they both looked up from their tablets. “I go to the studio on monday—“ “THE STUDIO CAN WE GO?!” They immediately asked with bright eyes. “Uh—I don’t know guys, I’m working and Jamie has work too i don’t know if someone can watch you guys at the studio.” You said. “What time and I’ll go. I can keep them entertained.” Suna spoke up.

“I’m gonna be there for a few hours..I’ll have a read through of the script and a song audition before that..” you told him. “Wait what do you do anyways?” He asked curiously and the kids gasped. “You don’t know what mommy does for a living?! She’s the coolest mom in the world.” Rini exclaimed with extended arms to emphasize the world. “Listen to the voice of the narrator.“ Akira said and shoved the tablet in his hands. It was Peppa pig. Honestly they couldn’t find a cooler role you played in? Even the side characters were fine, but Akira had to choose peppa pig.

Rin listened to peppa as she scolded her little brother Georgie. And finally he heard your voice narrate what happened and his eyes widened. “No way, you’re a voice actor?” He asked and you nodded. “Wow imagine that. You were always so shy and now your voice is heard by millions across the world.” He teased and your face tinted.

“Well when you put it like that it freaks me out!” You snatched the tablet from his hands and the kids looked at each other with raised brows. “I’m only kidding. But it’s pretty amazing that you do that. Any big roles you’re playing soon?” He asked. “I may or may not be acting in Kimetsu No Yaiba.” You said which was a manga series you both were obsessed with when you were together. “Say sike right now.” He gasped and you gave him that I’m serious face.

“Congrats Y/N. That’s freaking amazing. May i ask who you’re voicing?” He asked and you shook your head. “That’s a secret.” You said and he sighed. “Man got my hopes up for nothing.” He muttered causing your kids to giggle.

“Momma we invited dad to the field trip tomorrow he said yes.” Akira spoke up and your eyes widened. “Wait what—“ “I didn’t necessarily say yes. I wanted to make sure it was cool with you, first. They told me that they were homeschooled and you take them to different places for field trips all the time.” He tried to correct Akira and you nodded.

“Well...I mean..if you want to go then it’s fine. We’re going to an aquarium.” You said and the kids gave him puppy dog eyes. “Alright I’ll go then. It’ll be fun and you guys can show me what you’ve learned.” He smiled softly and the kids cheered. Is this really a good idea? You don’t know. But if your kids are happy, then you’re happy.

“Rin It’s getting late they have bath time and then they need to sleep.” You told him as the kids ran up and down the hall racing with Rini’s toy cars. “Alright then I’ll leave.” “I’m not kicking you out of anything-“ “No it’s fine I get it. I’ve intruded in your territory long enough.” He chuckled and you nodded. “Children of the corn! I’m leaving.” He called and immediately the kids emerged from the hallway and began whining and protesting. “You need to take a bath then go to bed. It’s late. I’m seeing you tomorrow anyways.” He knelt down on his knee to be of eye level with the kids.

“But we don’t want you to leave. I won’t sleep if you don’t read me a story.” Rini pouted and Akira nodded and you both sighed. “Fine, I’ll read you a bed time story and you will go sleep.” He told them and they nodded.

You rounded up the kids for a bubble bath and Rin was sitting on the counter as you explained what kind of kids soap you use and such. But he was mostly watching the kids play with the bubbles. “Hey Akira do you think I’ll look cool with my hair like this?” Rini asked with his messy wannable mohawk, he looked more like the grinch. Akira looked at her brother and snorted. “You look like a troll.” She muttered causing Rini to pout. “You’re so mean.” He mumbled. You got the shower head and told Akira to close her eyes as you finished washing her hair and body and she was finished. “Do you wanna try to finish Rini while I change Akira?” You asked Suna and his eyes widened. “I only know how to bathe my dog, I don’t know how to bathe a kid.” He protested. “Weren’t you watching me?” You asked. “I was distracted with the bubbles, okay.” He deadpanned and you sighed. “Rini help your dad.” You said plainly and left despite Suna’s protests.

“Alright princess, let’s get you dried up and ready for bed, yeah?” You asked the shivering girl in your arms and she nodded. You placed her on the bed and dried her hair a bit and you began to put on her lotion. You helped her into her underwear and she wanted to wear her fox onzie so you began helping her feet in when Rini stumbled in naked with Rin chasing after him with a towel. They were both soaking wet.

“Oh my god.” You sighed. “Boys.” Akira mumbled and you nodded. “You’re worse than washing a dog.” He said as he held him and dried his hair. “Woof.” Rini snickered and Suna flicked his forehead. “I’m soaking wet now.” He deadpanned to his son. You zipped up Akira after successfully placing her in her onzie and you moved on to your son. “Stop giving your dad such a hard time, he’s new to this whole parenting thing ya know?” You told him as you began to rub his face with lotion. “Akira go brush your teeth.” You told her and she pulled her dad along with her. “What do you want to wear to sleep?” You asked. “Can I wear my Fox onzie too?” He asked and you nodded. “Of course.” You replied and helped him into it too.

Rini went on his way to brush his teeth and you were met with the view of Rin helping his daughter floss and you just wanted to melt. This was so freaking cute. You don’t know if your heart could handle the cuteness. “Alrighty next victim!” Rin said and picked up Rini. He began to help him brush his teeth. You helped Akira down from the counter and she went off to look for a good book. You decided it was best to get one of Tobio’s shirts and shorts he had lying around for Rin so he wouldn’t get sick.

When Rini finished brushing his teeth, he went out to help Akira search for a book. “Are you still soaked?” You asked and Suna nodded. “Here wear this so you won’t get sick.” You tossed him some gym shorts and a random T-shirt. He gave a small thanks and you closed the bathroom door to leave him to change. “Alright where are my little foxes?” You hummed and you found your little demons kids jumping on your bed and patiently waiting to read. “Why aren’t you both in bed?” You asked and they stopped jumping and turned to you. “We wanna sleep here with you and daddy!” Rini said and you almost choked on air.

WITH RIN?! ARE THEY CRAZY OR CRAZY?

“Baby he’s not spending the night. He’s only going to read you a bedtime story then leave. You’ll see him tomorrow when you wake up.” You told them and they both had the saddest look on their faces. “But we wanna sleep with you and daddy. Please can he spend the night. Please please please!” Akira begged.

“I don’t mind if you don’t. It’s only for the night.” Rin almost whispered in your ear and you turned your head to him. “Are you sure? What about tomorrow? What are you going to wear?” You asked, “We can stop by my apartment in the morning before we head out.” He said and you raised a brow and turned back to your kids they were already comfy on the middle of your bed and you released your nth sigh of the day. “Fine, one night.” You answered and grabbed your pajamas and left to the bathroom to change.

When you returned Rin was on the left side of the bed with Rini right next to him. Akira patted your spot on the right side and you sat against the headboard of the bed. The twins had two books they wanted you both to read but they all fell asleep while you read the second one. You looked to see Rin, Rini and Akira sleeping and you can never get over how similar they looked like Rin. You quietly hopped out of bed and put the books away and turned off the lights.

You woke up to the sun shining on your face and arms around your waist. You felt a weight on your chest and you sighed and opened your eyes. You blinked a few times to make sure you weren’t seeing things but sure enough, Rin was sleeping on your chest. Just like old times and you tried to control your breathing. You don’t want to be the type of ex who yells and they fall off the bed. You realized the kids were not on the bed too and if Rin was cuddling you, then they must have been gone for a while.

“Rintarou—the kids—WAKE UP!” You quickly shook him and he opened his eyes and quickly moved away. He felt around him and he noticed the kids weren’t there. You both paused in silence to see if you can hear them but when you didn’t you quickly yeeted yourself off the bed with Rin following right at your tail. You opened the door to the twins room and you saw them in their own bed hugging their plushies. You held a hand over your chest and you leaned against the doorframe. “My heart literally dropped.” You turned to Rin.

“Mine did too. Do they usually do that?” He asked. “No, never.” You sighed and closed the door.

The twins opened their eyes and they looked at eachother from across the room. “I told you mom would get a heart attack. We’re lucky she didn’t cry.” Akira whispered. “Whatever at least they cuddled together like a nice married couple.” Rini whispered back and Akira nodded. “I hope mommy and daddy get back together.” Akira said. “They will, our plan is perfect.” Rini whispered mischievously and Akira smiled.

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mimisempai · 3 years ago

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You are making every day a little less ordinary

Summary:

During one of their usual lunches in the TVA cafeteria, Casey, curious about his friend's datinf life, wonders what a date between Mobius and Loki is like. Loki remembers and recounts his most memorable dates.

5 times where Mobius surprises Loki and once where Loki returns the favor

Notes:

Tumblr request : 5+1 about their dates with one being a picinic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32863855

3042 words - Rating G

"Hey Loki, mind if I ask you a question?"

Casey and Loki were eating lunch in the TVA cafeteria, as they regularly did. Loki was still surprised at how Casey had somehow grown fond of him, where many people kept their distance. Which he couldn't blame them for, given his past.

So he was enjoying these moments with Casey.

"Since when do you need to ask?"

Casey looked a little hesitant, "well, it's a little bit of a personal question."

"Go on and shoot." Loki replied, curious as to what the man was going to ask him.

"Ahem... you and Mobius are together."

"I think that's obvious, since we don't hide it."

"Yeah, yeah, and so considering it's been over a year, um... I guess... you guys have dated already... and uh... I have a hard time imagining what you and Mobius can do on a date." Casey paused, his cheeks on fire before continuing, "No, forget it. I should never have asked you something like that."

Loki shook his head and laughed, "No, no, I have no problem talking about this. You're talking to someone who didn't even know what a date was until a few months ago..."

Loki straightened up a bit in his chair and continued talking, "Looking back, I'd say our first date took place here."

"Here?"

After their return from Pompeii, Loki had fallen asleep in the middle of their research. Mobius had woken him up and taken him to the cafeteria. Thinking back, even if at that moment they were not together, for Loki it was still a first date.

There were only them in the cafeteria, the light was rather dim, which had given even more of an impression of intimacy and in addition there was the close way they were sitting, their legs touching.

Loki remembered perfectly all the details of that moment.

Those few minutes of respite, where they had gotten to know each other, or rather where Loki had gotten to know Mobius.

"By the way, at your desk, that magazine?"

"Yeah. The one on jet skis?"

"Yes. Why do you have that?"

"Because they're awesome."

There was something touching about Mobius as he spoke of his passion, a passion he had never practiced.

"So, why read about them?"

"It just helps remind me of what we're fighting for."

"I mean, you really believe in all this stuff, don't you?"

"I don't get hung up on, "Believe, not believe." I just accept what is."

He was surprised by what followed, not by the content, because it was clear that Mobius really believed in the cause he was working for, but he was surprised that Mobius did not feel attacked, that they both left the dialogue open, without judgment.

"Actually it's exactly the same thing. Because if you think too hard about where any of us came from, who we truly are, it sounds kinda ridiculous. Existence is chaos. Nothing makes any sense, so we try to make some sense of it. And I'm just lucky that the chaos I emerged into gave me all this... My own glorious purpose."

Mobius' arguments, in the context in which Mobius lived, had held up surprisingly well.

They had not agreed, but they respected each other's opinions. If not for the context, of Loki in captivity of sorts, and the lie upon which the TVA had been built, the evening could almost have ended in "My place or yours." Because undoubtedly they had gotten closer at that point.

So yes, it was indeed for Loki their first date and that's what he told Casey.

**********

"Honestly Loki, I have to say that this is an original first date, but ultimately a true reflection of your couple." reacted Casey with a wink before continuing, "but now I'm curious what your other dates were like, if there were any at all."

Loki laughed softly, "Oh there were, many. Mobius, knowing that the concept of a date was totally unknown to me, redoubled his creativity and used this pretext to make me live all sorts of unknown experiences."

"You don't want me to feel sorry for you, do you?"

Loki smiled again, "Oh no, I have nothing to complain about at all. I'll tell you the most memorable ones for me. One of them was a picnic."

"Oh?" Casey's eyes sparkled with interest, as he settled down to listen to Loki's tale.

Loki was reading on the couch when Mobius hugged him from behind, kissing the top of his head.

Then Mobius had said in his ear, "Sweetheart, don't be scared, I'm going to blindfold you, because I'd like to take you somewhere and keep it a surprise until the end."

Loki trusted Mobius completely so it was easy for him to agree.

"I'm really curious though."

Once the blindfold was tied, he felt the light caress of a kiss on his lips and Mobius took his hand.

He let himself be guided.

He heard the typical sound of a timedoor appearing, and then letting himself be pulled by Mobius' hand, he recognized the usual sensation that accompanied the crossing of the door.

He felt a difference in the ground under his feet, like grass perhaps.

Deprived of sight, his other senses were alert, so he also felt the warmth of the sun on his face and the smell of flowers reached his nostrils, while he heard birds chirping around them.

Mobius was now holding him by the elbow and guiding him gently.

"You still okay, sweetheart?"

Loki simply nodded, a smile on his face because he could feel the excitement in his lover's voice.

After a while, Mobius stopped him, and made him sit slowly on the floor, on something soft. Then Mobius gently removed the blindfold.

Loki's eyes adjusted to the radiant light even though they were in shadow, and he took in the sight.

77_Frigga... the little planet Mobius had already taken him to when Loki had told him he missed the starry skies of Asgard.

Loki looked around, he was sitting on a blanket spread on the ground, under a tree that while providing shade, did not deprive them of the beautiful light. They were in a field of flowers, the same paradisiacal vision as on their first visit here. Mobius sat next to him and clearly waited for his reaction.

Loki leaned in and put his lips to Mobius', letting him know in a slow, passionate kiss how much he enjoyed his surprise.

Mobius turned to a basket that Loki hadn't noticed and began to pull out everything needed for a perfect picnic.

"Did you pack all this?" Mobius nodded his head and Loki kissed him gently again.

They enjoyed the meal peacefully, chatting about everything and anything. Once the leftovers were put away, Loki lay down on his back, his head on Mobius' lap

"Thanks love, that was amazing."

Mobius, a little embarrassed, leaned over and kissed him tenderly.

They had finished the afternoon while enjoying the heavenly surroundings and each other's presence.

**********

Loki lost in his memories, was brought out of his reverie by Casey's whisper of admiration, "Aww, Mobius is really dedicated, you know you are lucky right?"

"Don't worry Casey, I'm totally aware of how lucky I am."

This reminded him, another original date, another surprise from Mobius that he was quick to tell Casey about

Sounds from the kitchen woke Loki from his sleep. He stretched, shivering because the sheet had slipped down to his waist.

"You're awake."

Loki looked up to find Mobius smiling at him, standing by the bedroom door, dressed in just sweatpants and a t-shirt, his longer hair still disheveled and a budding beard. A perfect view to start the day, in Loki's opinion.

What caught his eye was the tray in his hands.

Mobius moved closer, carefully perching himself on the bed and balancing the tray on his lap.

"I wanted to surprise you." Mobius smiled, offering the tray to Loki and laughing affectionately as he watched him contort himself to sit up. "Breakfast in bed or let's call it a breakfast date. I thought it would be a nice change, since it's our day off."

Loki's mouth suddenly watered between what he saw and what he smelled.

Usually they had a light breakfast, but on days off, getting up later, breakfast also served as lunch.

On the tray was a plate of bacon and eggs, buttered toast, a small pile of pancakes covered in syrup, a large glass of orange juice, and an assortment of fresh fruit.

"Oh Love, you spoil me." said Loki, a piece of pancake already in his mouth.

Mobius shakes his head with a small laugh. "I always want to spoil you."

Loki leaned forward to capture Mobius' lips in a sweet kiss. Mobius took the opportunity to sneak his hand through Loki's hair and pulled him to him while being careful not to flip the tray.

When they separated, Loki was out of breath.

"Let's eat."

Mobius sat next to Loki, the tray resting on their knees. They ate breakfast, talking, feeding each other.

Later, Loki hummed over one last incredibly delicious bite, his head resting on Mobius' shoulder.

Definitely, this dating concept was quite interesting.

*********

"Okay Loki, thanks to you, now I'm hungry." Casey paused for a moment and then resumed staring Loki up and down, "But I wonder where you put it all..."

Loki replied with a mischievous smile, " Workout, Casey, workout..." His impish look left no doubt as to what kind of workout he was referring to.

Casey pretended to cover his ears. "I don't want to hear about it!"

Loki chuckled, "Too bad you won't hear about another memorable date of ours."

Casey, calmed down, too interested in what was next.

"Uh, wow, that's... that's gorgeous." said Loki, looking around their living room.

The entire room was bathed in a soft glow from a multitude of small candles, scattered here and there.

"Do you like it?" the voice of Mobius whispered in his ear as his lover took off his jacket, before hugging him from behind.

"Hmm." Loki nodded in the embrace.

"I figured we both needed a little break, are you hungry?"

"I'm starving." replied Loki turning his head to drop a kiss on Mobius' cheek.

His lover directed him to the table that Loki had not noticed, perfectly set, bathed in soft light, and garnished with two steaming plates and glasses of fresh wine.

Mobius gallantly pulled out the chair for him to sit on and took a seat opposite him.

They began to eat, discussing their day, their work, and all the while hardly letting go of each other's hands that were entwined on the table.

Then after the dessert, Mobius got up, took the remote control of the music system and a soft music invaded the atmosphere. Under the eyes of Loki, he approached him and offered his hand, « May I have this dance, sweetheart?"

Loki nodded, smiling softly, and took the outstretched hand. Mobius immediately wrapped his arms around him and they began to sway to the soft notes coming from the speakers.

Loki sighed with contentment, his face buried in Mobius' neck.

They must have looked like the epitome of sap and fluff, but at that moment, Loki didn't care. This was them, here, in the privacy of their lives. Their happiness.

They continued to sway for long moments, so absorbed in each other's presence that they didn't notice that the music had stopped.

**********

"Loki... you know I just feel like I'm listening to a digest of all the romcoms out there?"

"Romcom?"

"Romantic comedy.Haha I know something you don't."

Casey laughed cheerfully at Loki.

"Very funny, but do you know what karaoke is?"

"Yep... I'll remind you, since the fish thing, I've been catching up, and I'm learning every day. So what about karaoke?" Casey frowned for a moment and then exclaimed, "No! Karaoke? Who? Mobius or you? Or both?"

Loki chuckled at Casey's excitement.

"Mobius came up with the idea for the date, but I did the singing.

"Tell me about it!"

"Mobius..."

Loki stood on the stage of the small bar, and pointed to his lover leaning at the bar, "Mobius, my partner, brought me here because he dreams of hearing me sing in my native language for him. No one will be able to say I don't like to satisfy my beloved." He blew a fingertip kiss to Mobius under the whistling and wolf howls of the customers. He waved to the DJ and the music started to play. He began to sing in Asgardian, the words and notes flowing naturally on his tongue.

So many people around me without a meaning or a goal

It's always someone left

Tell me, why does it always be like that

Someone from up above must have seen me

And yet thought that it's his turn,

my turn to meet someone who knows what I need

it seems like my lonely days

For its always gone

As he sang this, he began to walk towards Mobius, his eyes in his. He saw the understanding in Mobius' eyes, who, understanding perfectly all languages, grasped perfectly the meaning of the song for Loki and him.

For I have the heaven around the corner

My own angel in a bed

As if all the heavens tiny stars

Sang for me, sang for you

In a wonderful refrain

You are the heaven

around the corner for me

When he reached the end of the song, Mobius' eyes were filled with emotion.

As soon as the last note came out of his mouth, Loki hugged Mobius and kissed him, ignoring the cheers and applause of the customers.

When they separated to catch their breath, Mobius asked him, his forehead against his, in a joking tone, « Am I your own angel?"

Loki grasped his head in his hands and replied seriously, his mouth against his, "You are Mobius. You are the angel that brought me out of my darkness. You saved me from myself." Then he captured his lover's lips again, putting into the kiss all what Mobius meant to him.

**********

"Loki, I think I'll be fine, I think I've had my fill of sweets for the day, if not for the next month. If I get diabetes, you'll be responsible for it."

Loki laughed again and shrugged, "Hey! You're the one who wanted it."

"Well, at least you have a lot of work to do to be on the same level as him, because apart from the karaoke, he still made the most effort."

Loki smiled cheekily, "Hm, I think I made up for it with our one-year anniversary date, but since you don't want any more sweetness... I'll shut up."

Casey pointed his fingers at him, "Ah no Mr. God of Mischief, you're not getting away with this!"

Loki surrendered and began his last tale.

This time it was Loki who had surprised Mobius by blindfolding him and leading him through a timedoor.

When they reached their destination, he slowly untied the blindfold, "You can open your eyes, love."

Mobius opened his eyes and gasped. Then he laughed softly.

Loki hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear, "Happy Anniversary my love. It was here a year ago that I started to fall in love with you."

They were in the TVA cafeteria. Alone, because Loki had made sure of that.

A table, THE table was elegantly set.

Mobius let himself be guided by Loki, who said softly, "I know it's unconventional, that we weren't a couple yet, not at all, but-"

He could not continue, Mobius had closed his mouth with a tender kiss.

Pulling back, he placed a finger on Loki's lips and replied, "Don't justify yourself.First of all, since when are we conventional?" he raised an eyebrow before continuing, "Secondly, you weren't the only one who was already feeling something at that moment sweetheart."

It was he who pulled Loki to the table.

They sat there, almost the same way they had that day, their knees touching in a familiar way. But this time the rest of their bodies were close. They shared the meal, interspersed with renewed oaths, smiles and casual conversation. Just savoring the joy of being together.

Mobius noticed, however, that the closer they got to the end of the meal, the more excited Loki seemed, almost as if he couldn't wait for the dinner to end. So much that once the last bite of dessert was swallowed, he stood up and bounced over to Mobius and held out his hand.

"Our night is not over, I have one more surprise. Can I put the blindfold back on you?"

Amused and intrigued by Loki's excitement, Mobius nodded.

Loki tied the blindfold behind his head, placed a kiss on his forehead and took his hand.

He felt them pass through a timedoor again, then suddenly felt a great warmth around him. He recognized Loki's magic that passed over him, and suddenly felt warm sand under his naked feet.

The blindfold came off and he let his eyes adjust to the light.

For the second time that evening, he gasped, and then almost cried with emotion at the sight before him.

He realized he was in a bathing suit when Loki made him put on a life jacket. Then his lover gently pushed him towards the jetski that was waiting for him at the end of the pontoon. "Go my love, go..."

He moved forward a few steps and then turned back to Loki who was looking at him with a loving smile. "And you? Don't you want to come?"

"You deserve to have your first round alone, don't worry, I'll be there."

Winking at him, Loki pointed to two lounge chairs under an umbrella.

"Go my love."

Loki went backwards to settle on the deckchair and with a cocktail in hand, he did not leave the eyes of his lover who listened to the instructions of the instructor before finally making his first ride of jet-ski.

Long minutes later, he saw Mobius coming towards him, a bright smile on his face, he whispered again, "Happy Anniversary my love."

________

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

Song used for the karaoke date : Himlen runt hörnet by Lisa Nilsson

Whole series of oneshot here : X

#lokius fics #lokius #loki series #loki #mobius m mobius #moki #wowki #established relationship #domestic fluff #5 + 1 things #time husbands #timefrost

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 years ago

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A Black Stork

A bonus imagine that pairs with this one (featuring Yuu taking care of the baby Octatrio).

In this piece, enjoy Crowley being a deadbeat dad. I am so, so happy that I found a legitimate excuse to actually write this into existence.

Happy Father’s Day.

Imagine this...

The last thing Yuu was expecting at their door was Crowley--and not just him, but the three bundles of joy in his arms. His pale skin was covered in bite marks and black smudges, and his crow mask was set askew. He smelled like salt and the sea.

The three infants in his arms were bawling and flailing their chubby little limbs. One of the babies’ fists connected with Crowley’s chin, another chomped down hard on a finger (Crowley yelped), and the third was spitting up dark tears.

The man let out an exaggerated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose with his taloned hand.

“Um...good morning?” Yuu said awkwardly, unsure of what else would be appropriate at such a time. “Can I help you, headmaster...?”

“Yuu-san! They’re your responsibility now!” Crowley announced, thrusting the infants at the poor, unsuspecting prefect.

The babies jerked at the sudden movement and began screeching even louder. Instinctively, Yuu rocked the little ones gently to calm them down--but inside, they were absolutely seething.

“You show up on my doorstep at 5 am to throw a bunch of your babies at me?!”

“That is precisely it! Oh, how very, very perceptive you are, Yuu-san!” Crowley gushed, not allowing any protests to ring in his ears. “You are so talented, and so wise, and did I mention kind?”

“...You don’t seriously think that will work on me, do you?”

“In fact, I do!” Crowley replied brazenly. “After all, the oh-so-very kind Yuu-san would not miss out on an opportunity to help their beloved friends from Octavinelle, yes?”

“What? Octavinelle...?” Yuu glanced down at the three babies in their arms--and indeed, upon closer inspection, they did resemble the merman trio.

Two of them bore a teal hue to their skin and fins instead of ears, as well as sharp teeth and slimy tails instead of legs. Both Floyd and Jade snapped at the air, looking for something to latch on to. The last child, Azul, bore more baby fat and sported lilac skin, his tentacles poking out from the blanket he was swathed in. Tears trickled down his cheeks, dyed jet black with ink.

“...What did you do this time?” Yuu asked, the disappointment in their voice evident.

“I did nothing of the sort!” Crowley insisted. He coughed into a hand, then added quietly, “...This time, at least. Ashengrotto-kun and the Leech twins simply got caught up in a bit of an Alchemy accident!”

“Okay, so why isn’t Professor Crewel looking after them?”

“He is brewing an antidote as we speak! However, it is a tedious and time-consuming process. The potion will not be ready for another day or two. As headmaster of Night Raven College, I graciously took it upon myself to take care of these three until that antidote is ready.”

“Then why are you giving them to me?!”

“Is it not obvious, Yuu-san?! I am busy with my other tasks as headmaster! I cannot possibly hope to add childcare to my already lengthy list of duties. That is why it now falls to you!”

“I did not sign up for this!!”

“You will if you wish to demonstrate to Ashengrotto-kun and the Leeches how much you value their safety and wellbeings!” Crowley quipped, shaking his head. “Why, you’ve seen the extent of my childcare abilities! Imagine what kind of terrible fate could befall them if you allow them to remain in my nest!”

Yuu’s stomach sank as realization set in.

As much as they hated to admit it, he was right. The babies had been crying when Crowley brought them to Ramshackle. He was so incompetent, so lackadaisical--if Azul, Floyd, and Jade stayed with him, they would be absolutely miserable.

Perhaps Crowley would forget to feed or clean them. He would leave them unattended to shovel small objects into their mouths. And if the twins ganged up on Azul...

Yuu frantically shook their head, shooing away such morbid thoughts.

“...You’re right. Fine. I’ll watch them.”

Crowley broke out into a massive, toothy grin. “I expected nothing less from such a responsible prefect~”

Yuu maintained his gaze and glared.

The headmaster chuckled nervously and turned around with a wave. “Well then, since you seem to be all set here, I’m off to sample new dishes in the cafeteria! Farewe--!!” Crowley’s sentence was cut off by Yuu tugging on his cape as he was beginning to descend the stairs.

“HOLD IT!” Yuu cried, holding on with a tight grip. “Where’s the child support?”

“Excuse me? Child support?” Crowley’s brows knitted together in confusion. The phrase tasted foreign on his tongue. “What is that?”

“Um, money,” Yuu explained. They did their best to simplify the definition, since it appeared the concept was brand new to Crowley. “You know, like...extra funds to help pay for things babies might need.”

The headmaster cocked an eyebrow. “What sorts of additional things would be needed?”

“Food, diapers, baby powder, rash cream, toys, gentle bath products, blankets. They need lots of things.”

“I...I see.”

An awkward silence permeated the crisp morning air.

By this point, the crying and the thrashing of the Octavinelle trio had died down. Worn out from sobbing, they now drifted off to sleep in Yuu’s warm embrace. Soft breathing was the only sound that greeted the dawn of a new day.

Crowley cleared his throat.

“...Everything appears to be in order. I now take my leave.”

“What about the child support?” Yuu demanded--but their voice was a harsh whisper, for they did not dare to disturb the resting twins and Azul.

“I really must be going now, Yuu-san!” Crowley declared loudly. “Those fairy cakes won’t eat themselves, you know!”

His volume caused the prefect to release their grip on his cape, step back, and flinch. In Yuu’s arms, the three babies shifted slightly, their faces contorting in mild discomfort before settling back into a spell of slumber.

What a bastard! He’s doing that on purpose!

“The child support,” Yuu tried one final time.

“Good luck! I will swing by with the antidote when it is ready!” came the headmaster’s casual reply. Already, he was quarter of the way down the steps of Ramshackle--and he didn’t even bother passing a glance back over his shoulder.

“CROWLEY!!”

#Yuu #MC #Dire Crowley #Azul Ashengrotto #Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #imagine this #bonus content

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 4 years ago

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Types of kisses with Jimin

First Kiss

Jimin had finally worked up the courage to ask you on a date. He was worried you would reject him and didn’t feel the same way. So after much encouragement from Taehyung he finally asked you, and when you agreed he was absolutely over the moon! He wanted everything to be perfect. Since you two had been friends for quite some time he wanted everything to be perfect so he could show you just how much he cared for you and was serious about a relationship with you. He took you to Busan to spend the day at the beach with him and watch the sunset. He had a blanket spread out close to the water, occasionally the waves would come high enough to barely touch the tips of your toes and you always let out a string of giggles that sounded like the sweetest melody to his ears. As the sun began to set and the sky was bathed in hues of orange and pink, you felt the tips of his fingers brushing shyly against your hand. Which was odd to you, Jimin was usually very affectionate with you and didn’t hesitate to initiate skinship. He seemed to be nervous or unsure of himself.

“Jimin you can hold my hand, it’s okay. It’s not like you haven’t before.” You notice his lips puff out slightly in a pout and you get a strong urge to kiss him. But you push it down, for now.

“Well, yeah but that was different before.”

“How?”

“We were friends before. Now we’re um.. together? At least I hope we are.”

“Are you asking to be my boyfriend Park Jimin?”

“Well uh- yeah I would love nothing more. But I just don’t know if you feel as strongly as I do. I have been crushing on your for so long, probably since we first met and holding your hand or hugging you always made butterflies flutter around in my stomach but now that I am on a date with you? It’s just that much more intense because I am not trying to push my feelings down anymore and keep them hidden so I just feel.. everything, and....” He’s rambling now, and you decide to finally put him out of the anxious state he’s worked himself into by kissing him softly on the lips. He jumps and tenses for a moment, his eyes are comically wide until he closes them and lets himself get lost in the moment. With shaky hands he brings them both up to cup your face as he presses his lips more firmly to your own. You could easily stay like this forever, but you know he’s probably still lost in his head wondering what your answer would be.

“I would love to be yours, Jimin.”

Lazy Kisses

You knew Jimin had spent most of the night practicing for their comeback stage, and that he would be exhausted the next day. So you woke up early to cook him breakfast and make sure he would be energized for his busy schedule. You walk into the room with a tray of food and open the curtains to let the sunlight in, but he wouldn’t budge. You set the tray on the nightstand next to him and run your finger through his hair, trying not to squeal over how adorable he looks with his lips pouted and eyes slightly scrunched from the light.

“Jimin. Sweetheart, it’s time to wake up.” He grumbles and throws the blanket over his head. You can’t help but chuckle as you crawl into bed next to him, and gently pry the covers away. His hair is sticking up in every direction and you’re so endeared by the sight of him.

“I don’t wanna get up. Just want to stay in bed with you all day.”

“I know, and I would love that too but you have more practice today and you have to get up. Come on, I even made you breakfast!” He perks up a little and turns to his side to see what you’ve made for him.

“Ah you’re an angel y/n! Thank you!” He leans in and kisses you gently. He pulls away and gives you an odd look, before leaning in to kiss you again. He kisses you all over your face, each kiss lingering longer than the last before a final one is planted on your forehead and you absolutely melt.

“Could stay here all day just kissing you.” He mumbles against your forehead.

“I could stay here all day getting kissed by you.” You feel him smile before he pulls away and finally sits up. He’s in the middle of eating when his phone chimes with a text message. He asks you to check it for him.

“Looks like you get your wish after all. Namjoon says they are giving you guys the day off.” His face lights up almost immediately.

“Really?!”

“Yep! So hurry up and eat so we can go back to what we started.” You lay back down and within moment his soft lips are back on yours. You spend the day lost in one another and in each others arms, leaning in to kiss the other every so often just as a reminder of how much you care for each other.

Heated Kisses

Jimin had been teasing you all day. He knew what he was doing, getting you riled up on purpose. It started when he invited you to the studio to critique a new dance he was working on for their comeback in a few months. Except in your mind you knew that was a lie. The way he was moving his hips and looking at you like he wanted to devour you, told you a completely different story. This was not some dance he was working on for a new song of theirs, no. This was just for you. When he started walking over to you, swaying his hips with a sultry gaze in his eyes you covered your face with your hands and screamed into them.

“Park Jimin, what are you trying to do to me?”

“Hmm, nothing my love. I am afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He winks at you and immediately turns back around to turn the music off. “You want to go grab something to eat with the guys?” You nod your head, eager for a distraction to forget about what he was just doing moments ago.

Except it wasn’t a distraction for you at all. Oh it was so much worse. He scooted his chair as close to yours as possible, and had his hand on your thigh the entire night, every once in a while moving it to your inner thigh and squeezing, most of the time causing you to let out a choked off sound and the other members to look at you with concern.

“Everything okay y/n?” Namjoon asks. Jimin takes this opportunity to lightly ghost his fingers up your inner thigh, avoiding where you want him most.

“F-fine! Oh would you look at the time. I think we should go now since I have to be at work in the morning.”

“You have the day off tomorrow what are you talking about, y/n?” Jimin smirks at you as if to challenge you and you’ve had enough.

“Okay, fine. You want me to be honest then? Your precious little Jiminie here has been teasing me and getting me worked up all day and I can’t take it anymore. So if it is okay with you, I would like to go home with my boyfriend so he can finally finish what he started.” Jimin chokes on the rice he was shoveling into his mouth at your bold remark.

“Ew! Okay both of you get out of here now. I don’t even want to think about that.” Jin makes a fake gagging noise and poor Jungkook is staring at you both in shock.

“Alright then. Jimin, we’re leaving. Now.” You grab his hand and yank him up from the table and into the car. The moment he closes the door you’re in his lap, straddling his hips and gripping the hair at the back of his neck to pull him in for a heated kiss. He moans quietly in surprise, not expecting you to pounce on him so suddenly but he quickly catches up and his finger tips tightly grip your waist under your shirt. They ghost up your sides and lightly trail back down and you can’t help but shiver. You feel him smirk into the kiss before he pinches your side, causing you to yelp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He kisses you until you pull away, panting heavily and eyes lazily starting to droop closed as you try to relax and settle your racing heart.

“Are you tired already y/n? Oh, baby we’re just getting started.”

Sweet Kisses

Jimin’s kisses are always sweet in your opinion. But this time they were sweeter than normal. You two were making edible cookie dough in the kitchen. You were skeptical how good it was going to be, as the last time you two tried to bake it was a total disaster. You were still finding globs of batter in the kitchen even a month later. Jimin puts the spoon in his mouth and you carefully watch his expression. He seems to be thinking for a moment before a wide grin spread across his face.

“This is so good! Oh my god.” He grabs another spoonful and pops it into his mouth. “Oh this is absolutely heavenly.”

“Hey! Share some with me, I helped!”

“No way! You were a nonbeliever and thought it was gonna be bad and made me try it first. I’m not sharing.” He clutches the bowl to his chest and you pout. “Don’t you look at me like that. No no don’t- Oh fine.” He holds the spoon out and you go to eat some but he quickly pulls it away and kisses you instead.

“Jimin, as much as I love your kisses. If you don’t let me try some of that I am going to hit you.” He bursts into laughter.

“I will give you some. If you give me 10 more kisses!” And how can you say no to such a sweet request? You kiss his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose, his chin, the top of his head, and finally his lips. You did deepen the kiss to distract him while you snatch the spoon out of his hand and finally ate some of the cookie dough.

“Oh wow this is good.”

“You play dirty you know?” He’s pouting slightly so you hold the spoon back up to his lips.

“Want to go watch our movie now?”

“Yes! But the bowl stays in the middle of the cushions between us.” You roll your eyes but it quickly turns into a fond smile when you see the way he’s looking at you.

Wedding Kiss

When it was announced that he could now kiss you and officially be married he froze. He couldn’t help it, his mind just blanked. And suddenly he was terrified that this was all just a dream. You could see the nervousness in his eyes and placed a comforting hand on his cheek.

“Jimin? My love, what’s wrong?” He seems to snap out of it as his gaze suddenly meets yours.

“Is this real? Like is this really happening? Are we about to be married? Because part of me feels like I am dreaming and just made the whole thing up. Because you’re so perfect. You mean the world to me. You’ve been there for me through anything and everything and have shown me so much love and care. I am just.. having a hard time believing you are r-OW! Why did you pinch my cheek so hard?!” A chorus of laughter rings out from the wedding guests, however Jimin hears your soft giggles over everything else.

“To prove to you that you’re awake and not dreaming! Now kiss me please. I don’t want to wait another second to be Park Y/n.” His eyes fall onto your lips and he moves in. The kiss is gentle, and sweet. And holds all of the love he feels for you in that kiss. He can’t help it. He’s just so happy that he starts giggling joyfully into the kiss. The kiss turns playful, and soon he’s peppering kisses all over your face causing you to laugh even more. He moves his lips to yours once more and plants a final peck on them.

“I love you, Jimin.”

“I love you too, y/n. So so much.”

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bonbonthedragon · 4 years ago

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Cold hands (part 4/???)

Hawks x sick!fem!reader

Cold Hands Masterlist

Note: heyyy yalllll, here’s part 4, thinking this might end with 5 parts...we’ll see. Hope you enjoy :)))

Warnings: fluffff, angst, little suggestive themes

Word count: 3225

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It was safe to say that the two of you didn’t fall asleep last night, he was far to exited with the situation. Sure he’s slipped into your hospital bed a few times so the two of you could get comfy and watch a movie, but this was so different. He finally felt himself relax against you, knowing that the feeling he’s been so scared to show for so long finally come undone just by those three simple words you confirmed back at him. ‘I love you’.

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(Last night)

He had held you tightly to him, breathing in your scent. His was tired, sure, but his heart would not stop dancing in his chest. You loved him. He bit his lip, replaying the scene in in head over and over, the thought abruptly stopping when you slightly squirmed against him, he looked down, your eyes were closed, still awake but they didn’t open, your face was twisted, seeming uncomfortable. He leaned away a bit, causing your eyes to open at the loss of him.

“You ok?” He asked

you seemed to hesitate, looking away from him “yeah, I’m fine.” You wiggled again, getting into a new position ��just...my clothes...there not exactly made to sleep in...” you mumbled

He couldn’t help the blush spread to his cheeks “o-oh. Um...do you, do you want to borrow a pair of mine?”

“Can I?”

He nodded, throwing the covers off of him and heading toward his closet. You followed suit, getting out of the bed and went after him. He went through the multiple t-shirts, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was smirking slightly, he could pick a shirt he wanted to see you in. He settled on his favorite, a simple black shirt with a band name he liked on it, he wanted to wear it, it was really comfy, but if he was graced with the chance of seeing you in it, he wasn’t going to pass the opportunity. He grabbed it, turning to hand it to you, turning back to do the same with some sweat pants...he also liked. He handed those to you, waiting.

“Um...keigo?”

“Hm?” He was still starring at you, You quirked a brow. Oh....Oh. Right, he should probably leave. “On it” he left the bath room quickly, changing too into a pair of pj’s himself. He sat back on the bed, deciding to turn on the tv in his room and scroll through the channels to watch. He didn’t notice the sound of the bathroom door unlocking, you walking out and going to the other night stand on the side of the bed and folded your clothes. He mindlessly looked over when he did hear some rustling, he froze in his seat, the tv completely forgotten when he saw you. Fuck did you look good. They were baggy, the shirt like a dress, the sweats too long and bunching at your ankles, despite that, they were still his, and now he couldn’t be so sure that he wouldn let you leave in the morning in anything other than it.

He got up before he could think, stepping over to you from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist, leaning his head down to your shoulder, he brought up a hand to move your hair to the side for access to your neck, bringing his lips to the soft skin and kissing it, earning a small yelp from you. he was about to pull away to apologize because he really didn’t know what came over him, but you only cranked your neck more, giving him more room. He closed his eyes, leaning back in and kissed. You eventually turned around, he loosened his hold to let you face him, once you did, you crashed your lips against his, he happily accepted the action, lips moving and molding into yours perfectly. Your hands crawled up and around his neck, bringing your hands to the back of his head and tangling your fingers in his hair, he nearly whimpered at the contact. He own hands left your waist, slowly coming the the hem of your (his) shirt and under it to your bare back, he pulled away in between the kiss “this ok?”. You nodded at him, quickly pulling him back in “more than ok” you mumbled. He removed his hands from you, bending down a little to pick you up. You squeaked, wrapping your legs around his waist, letting him carry you to the bed.

He had to admit, you looked good in his clothes, but you looked even more beautiful when you let him take them off.

—

Keigo’s eyes fluttered open, he groaned at the light spilling into the room, using a feather to close the curtain, able to fully open his eyes without being blinded. He felt an arm move over his torso, a leg coming to bump into his. He smiled, looking back down at you, hair massy and blankets wrapped around your form as you snuggled up against him, small smile on your lips. He kissed the top of your head.

“G’morning” he mumbled against your hair. You mumbled back, words not forming seeing as your were still half asleep. He chuckled, the rumble of his chest making you open your eyes.

“Hi” you croaked, smiling back and reaching up, cupping his face lovingly “I’d reach up and kiss you, but I’m simply to lazy”

He laughed, ducking down and kissed you. You backed away to soon, keigo whined. You turned around a little, cursing under your breath as you reached for your phone. You checked it, features turning to confusion.

Keigo sat up “what’s wrong” he leaned down to kiss your bare shoulder, looking at the devise with you.

“Kokoro...she never called...?”

“Hm” he hummed, pulling back and did the same to his phone, the nurse not sparring a call either “weird, I was sure she would have went all mama bear on you by now while she planned my funeral.” You chuckled, making him smile, leaning back over and pulling you back toward him. He moved on top of you, head resting in your breast as you combed through his hair.

“Love you” you hummed

“Love you too baby bird”

He closed his eyes, about to fall asleep when they back fluttered open. He lazily looked over to to his jacket that was thrown over the dresser, the jacket he had traded with you, the jacket that still held the ring. He bit his lip, thinking for a moment before getting up, making you whine.

“Nooooo,” you whimpered “your so warmmmm”

“I’ll be right back” he reassured

He got up, shivering at the lack of clothes and pulled out the tiny box, making his way back over to you. His chest suddenly tightened, his nerves going haywire. He sat down back next to you, setting the box on the bed in front of your form despite how bad his hands were shaking.

“U-um” he avoided eye contact with you, afraid that if he looked at you, he would tap out out of how nervous alone he was “this might be too sudden-“ he watched you take the box, breath hitching before speaking again “look, I know we aren’t even dating- but damn it (y/n)- I love you- I really do-“ you opened it “a-and uh, for a long time now too- we aren’t even together together- and this might be really strange and weird- but god you make me so happy” he sucked in a breath, watching you as you starred at the ring “actually- this was a bad idea- I don’t know what I-“ you looked back up at him, making him bite his tongue, you placed your hand on his, opening your mouth, but closing it. Shit- he freaked you out, didn’t he?

“Yes” you said softly

He stopped “huh?”

“Yes”

He blinked a couple of times “s-....say that again”

You were laughing now “I said yes, I’ll marry you”

Ok...what? You said yes....HOLY SH- “really?!” He was bouncing up and down like a child on Christmas

“Yeah, really” you teased “of course I will-“

He kissed you, he pulled you toward him and kissed you. You kissed him back, both of you smiling against each other, too much so that you couldn’t bring your lips back together to properly kiss. He just hugged you, his cheeks hurting from grinning so much.

“Wait!” He blurted out, letting go of you and turning around, taking the box in his hand and taking out the ring, bringing your hand to him, freezing and looking up at you “you sure?”

You rolled your eyes playfully “yes keigo, I’m sure. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life”

“Really? Cause your going to have to deal with me-“

You leaned over and pecked his lips, making him stop “I want to deal with you. I want to be with you forever and no body else. I love you, and I have since I met you. I want to have a life with you, keigo. Nobody could make me more happy, loved and over the moon than you can.”

He starred at you, mouth open slightly “wow your really good at that- right!” He slipped the ring on, bringing your hand to to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

—

Keigo decided to take you to a cafe right after. Saying that is was best to go on another date before you had to go back. He didn’t want you to leave just yet, it was nice to be in bed with you, waking up next to your sleeping form. He could get used to to it, and knowing that as soon as you could leave the hospital, you would be his, and he yours. His hearts still wouldn’t give him a break, he was going to marry you, it was like some dream. The whole situation was not planned, and he wished he could have spent more time with you and set up a whole day and nice dinner to ask you, but after his morning, he honestly wouldn’t have had it any other way, because you said yes, and that was enough to make it just as special.

You called Kokoro, confirming you were fine, you took your meds and we’re going to head back soon before keigo had to go on patrol, to which the nurse surprisingly replied to calmly, giving you a simple ‘okay’ and ‘be safe’.

The cafe wasn’t far from his place, he offered to call a cab, seeing that last night probably drained a lot of your energy, but you refused, saying that you wanted to walk and make the trip as long as possible, he didn’t complain, but he did worry. The first was when you two just got out of bed, he watched you lean a little on the night stand for support. The second was walking out of the building, you stumbled a little on your feet, as if your legs gave out on you, that’s when he offered a cab. The third was when you slowed your pace, about half way to the little shop you began to hold your head, mumbling something under your breath he couldn’t quite make out. He took your bag from you to help a little, he knew you weren’t feeling well, but he also knew you were stubborn and hard headed, so you would deny him every time, but at least you let him take the bag.

He felt a little relief wash over him when you both finally walked in the cafe, immediately spotting the tables with stools and didn’t let you tell him no when he led you to one, sitting you down and going to order for you. He waited in line, glancing at you every once in a while to see you pouting a bit, he sent you a smirk which made you stick out your tongue, yet a smile making its way to your lips like you couldn’t help it.

Just as he was about to take the drinks and pastry’s from the barista, he heard a loud crash, wings fluffing at the sudden noise, he whipped his head around, goose bumps climbing down his back and eyes widening in fear as he watched you fall off the high stool. You laid on the floor, completely unconscious and still, head bleeding and your bag crashing down with you. He never ran faster in his life, first sending some feathers to lift your head before he was able to get there. He skidded next to you, shaking as he pulled your body close to his, calling your name and grazing his fingers over the cut on your forehead. Your breathing was slow, face flushed and you were cold, so cold.

“(Y-y/n), h-hey” he lifted your head to his lap, cupping both cheeks in his hands “p-please open y-you eyes” his voice was shaky and he stuttered. He looked around, only daring to take his eyes off you for a second to see all the eyes starring back at him, all the costumers starring at him and murmuring about who your where. His face contorted into anger. Why the hell were they so worried about the no.2 hero with a girl and not about the girl herself who was unconscious and bleeding on the floor?!

“Call 911!” He shouted, taken everyone’s attention. They still just sat there, some taking out there phone and taking pictures. He was about to scream again when a young lady pulled out her phone, coming to kneel by your form and quickly talked into the devise at the operator.

It felt like hours before the paramedics showed up, in the time a crowd forming to see the hero. He didn’t care about them, he was only worried about you and disappointed in himself. He was a pro hero for fucks sake, he should have taken notice that this might happen, he should have called the cab, he should have sensed that you were going to fall from exhaustion, he should have been faster to catch you. He ignored the cameras, he ignored the news and reporters, he ignored the fans and paparazzi swarming the scene. It absolutely broke him when they told him to step back, step back from you. Having to watch them carries you onto the cart, rolling you and picking you up in the ambulance. He begged them to let him ride, luckily getting that much as he held your hand through the whole drive.

It happened so fast, rushing you out of the vehicle, the nurses running along side the cart and hooking you up IV’s and a breathing mask. His yelling didn’t get through the doctors, still not allowing him to follow and telling him to wait in the lobby, like hell he was going to do that. He pushed pass, only for Kokoro to grab his arm and pull him back. He whipped around, tears streaming down his face, cheeks hot and eyes puffy, nose running, he was trembling.

“Takami- takami-“ the nurse shook him “hey- calm down-“

Except he couldn’t, he was at fault here, he could have stopped it “I-I can’t,” he stuttered, a lump caught in his throat, he was so fucking scared “I-she-I’m sorry- this is- it’s- it’s my fault-“

Kokoro took his head in both her hands, squeezing tightly “HEY” he was still trembling, but he sniffled, attempting to hold back the threatening flood of tears, he looked back, watching you get smaller and smaller as they rushed you down the hall. Kokoro turned his head back around “look at me, this is only a scare- nothing but a dent in the road, you did nothing wrong. This isn’t a first, she will be perfectly fine. You hear me?”

He shook his head “no-no...no I could have-“

“You could have what?” She interrupted “you could have what hawks? Not take that girl to spend the best day of her life? With her favorite person might I add?”

His breath hitched and he hiccuped “l-“

“You just wanted to show her the world because you love her, there is nothing wrong with that. She just over worked herself, she’s stubborn. You couldn’t do anything about it. She will be fine, she just needs to rest.” She un-cupped his face, reaching in her pocket to give him a napkin “now, you cant walk in that room unless you stop crying, she wont want to see you worry over her when she gets up, Ok? That’s the last thing she needs, cause out of all people, she worry’s over you the most” He nodded, taking the tissue and wiping his face “you know,” she began “she called me early this morning,”

Keigo’s ears perked.

“She was telling me about her day and...” the nurse seemed to be holding back her own tears, but ones of happiness “I’ve never heard her so happy.” She smiled

Keigo had never seen this side of the woman before, a soft side. she truly cared about you, and he knew she was holding back from going to you so she could comfort him.

“She told me that she went to the mall for the first time in forever, got some new markers, you both broke some mall rules when fooling around,” she gave him a look, making him snort “...that you loved her and proposed to her this morning,” her eyes glistened “that she swore she was going to scream with excitement, but was proud of herself for keeping her cool” she chuckled, keigo also laughing “you made her day, I was going to get upset that you stole her for the night, but hearing her so happy...” she trailed off, about to speak again when another nurse called for her.

“Kokoro?” The man asked

She turned around instantly “hm? How’s (Y/n)?”

“She’s fine, the usual, she woke up for a minute but fell asleep”

Kokoro nodded, letting out a deep breath as she held her chest, seeming to mutter a quiet thank you to any god who was listening. She had been holding back for him. She turned back to keigo “well? Are you going to go check on your fiancé or what?” She sassed

He beamed “thank you” he breathed before literally running to your room.

—

Though what Kokoro said, keigo still couldn’t help the cold feeling in his heart, stomach dropping even before he entered the all to familiar space. He slipped into the room, taking in a deep breath once he saw you. He almost sank to his knees, his heart threatening to go with. You were curled up in a ball, clearly freezing as you hugged your self from the useless thin sheet for a blanket, a large piece of gauze on your head for the cut. He went to the basket where you kept your blankets, deciding on the one he dropped off the other day and laid it over you, pulling a chair next to you. He texted his agency before laying his head down, taking your hand and holding it as he too drifted off

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cher-writes · 4 years ago

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Aphrodisiac | Vladek Klimov X Reader (18+)

Read part 1

Word count: 4.5k

CW: NSFW, Drugs, Blood, Self inflicted wound, Choking, Ritualistic sex

A/N: This one is a wild one, people. Read the warnings carefully and skip this one if you don't feel like it. Reader discretion is advised.

When you woke up, he was gone. The emptiness beside you sank into your skin and turned into a bottomless pit in your stomach. You slowly sat up and looked at the lonely clock ticking on your wall, 12pm. Orgasm induced sleep was always one of your greatest sedatives, but straight six hours after a night full of sleep? That was a bit too long. But after last evening and this morning, you couldn’t blame your body either. You wondered if you dreamt it all but the blood stains on your sheets told you otherwise. You lowered your nose and inhaled deeply, it smelt like him.

Ever since that day melancholy stained your whole existence. You had Vladek out of nowhere, in all that he is, but just as quickly he might as well have vanished from existence. The memory of him smiling softly and stroking your cheeks with his thumb before leaving you, came back to you afterwards. You were confused about whether or not you were imagining it to make yourself feel better. You wanted to be angry at him for leaving you without saying anything, but all you could feel was sad and empty. It was undeniable that you wanted him, more than you’ve ever wanted anyone or anything. Night after night you laid awake in your tub or the couch, thinking of him. There was a void in your heart, as if you’ve lost someone you’ve known for centuries. The pain was so intense that the ridiculousness of the situation didn’t quite register in your mind. He left you a mess in his wake. It felt at times, he took half of your heart with him. Everywhere you went, your eyes looked for him and before long, they found him.

You were sitting at the local restaurant that day, having breakfast as you didn’t feel like cooking. Well, more like fiddling with the food as your appetite was more or less dead ever since then. You were looking out of the window distractedly but your reverie broke when the waiter came by to offer you more coffee. After declining him,you were getting ready to jump right back into your woolgathering but something caught your eyes. It had become a second nature for you at that point to look for him, and at first you didn’t believe your eyes, after all you had been more or less delirious ever since he left you. But sitting a few tables in front of you, it was unmistakably that coat which you helped him out of that fateful evening. Those curls, you’d recognise them anywhere, you could almost feel those at your fingertips. Without a doubt it was him, you were taken aback by how quickly you recognised his back since all of this happened in the matter of a few milliseconds. He was talking to a town cop. You felt blood rush to the back of your neck as he soon got up, all the fervid memories from that morning flooding your mind. He turned around to leave and as he was walking by, he caught you in his gaze. He halted and smiled at you softly. By that point your brain had stopped working but for some reason your body decided to stand up abruptly, so quick that you almost knocked over the plate of food on the table. You walked up to him and stood inches away from his chest, your face completely blank. “Hey” he said with that heavy accent and ever so calm voice. “Hey um why did you leave without telling me?” you practically blurted out, voice shaking and breathless. He raised his brows slightly and said “Can we talk outside? In private?”. Your brain was a puddle at this point but you nodded quickly, somehow. Vladek flashed you another gentle smile and gestured to follow him.

You had been walking in silence for a while when he took a sharp turn into a dark desolate alley.

Being obsessed over a man you've known for less than 24 hours in total, was one thing but following him into dark alleys was a whole 'nother ball game! Even in your passionate malady you understood that fact but you just couldn’t stop yourself. His magnetic field pulled you in and like a lemming, followed his trail. When he stopped, you almost bumped into him but saved yourself from the embarrassment at the last moment. “Sorry i left that day without telling you” Vladek spoke up as he looked into your eyes, “I needed to be somewhere, it was urgent and i didn’t wanna wake you up. You look so pretty when you’re asleep”. It infuriated you how vague he always was. What did he mean exactly by ‘needed to be somewhere’? But you didn’t have it in you to ask him anything further. It was just like if God appeared in front of you out of nowhere in all his splendor, you wouldn’t be able to ask why he made things the way that he did. Besides him calling you pretty, basically killed every ounce of objection you had against him. “Oh. I see. I’m sorry i, um, i shouldn’t have lashed out like that” you meekly said in return. “It’s okay, (Y/N). It’s not your fault” he said and indeed it wasn’t your fault. He had this strange effect on you that made you do things you had no control over. He was staring at your eyes, breaking the eye contact once to look down at your lips and back to staring again. It was chilling cold outside and the tension between the two of you was agonizing. You could feel his warm breath on your face. You were inching closer, wanting to seize the opportunity and bask your lips in the heat of his lips. But he spoke up and jolted you back to your senses again, “Will you, em, help me with something?”. And at that moment if he asked you to jump off a cliff, you would.

You were walking in circles around the mattress which laid in the middle of your living room. You did as you were told. You were taking deep breaths, trying to control your breathing but you could practically hear your heart, beat out of your chest. You didn’t quite remember what exactly he explained, you couldn’t pay attention. All you heard was “ritual” and “sex”.

But like a diligent student you mentally noted down the few instructions that he gave- put a mattress on an empty floor, do not ingest any substance and wait. He said he’d arrive as soon as the sun went down on the new moon evening. It was quite cold inside due to your damn heater malfunctioning but you were on the brink of sweating as you stared at your front door in anticipation and before long, you could hear knocks.

When you opened the door, cold wind washed over your body but you didn’t feel a thing. Vladek was standing there in his mask and glasses and for a split second all the murder and the rumors flashed through your mind. Yet you weren’t afraid, cause you believed, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was there to save you and the town. You stepped to the side to let him in. As soon as he was inside you closed the door and awkwardly stood leaning against the door frame.

He promptly took off this mask and his coat. One look at that face and your heart was racing at a thousand miles per hour again. “Hey (Y/N)” he said, his face unreadable. You greeted him in return.

-“Do you mind if we start right now?”

- “No, no. Not at all”

He nodded and then crouched over the bag that he brought with him. There was a silent rush in his movements. After a little bit of rifling through, he pulled out a small bottle.

He walked up to you with the bottle in his hand, you could feel the air getting heavier. The bottle was clear and you could make out some sort of an oil inside. “I need you to anoint yourself with this before you cleanse yourself”, his voice was quite raspy. His fingers brushed against yours as you took the bottle from his hands and your skin burned at thiat slight contact. “What type of water?” you almost whispered. He raised his brows slightly at your question, the corner of his mouth curled up a bit as he said “huh?”. “Do i use cold water or warm water? Do I take a bath or a shower? Also do i-” you were rambling on when he chuckled and said “okay okay (Y/N), calm down. Just wash your body in any water, however you want. If anything specific is to be done i’ll tell you, yeah?”. You nodded meekly. You were beyond nervous and you felt detached from your body. But when you looked at him, all you wanted to do was to touch his face and then maybe throw him against the wall. But you couldn’t do that, not yet. So you collected all your thoughts and yourself then made your way to the bathroom.

When you were done taking a shower, your body felt more relaxed. All the tension built in your muscles for the past couple hours, no- past couple of days, washed away with the warm water. Although was that because of the warm water or the fact that he was waiting for you in the living room, was debatable. Your body smelt of strange wild flowers from the oil. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you were on your way.

You were deliberately walking slow. With every step that you took, your heartbeat started going up again. The reality of the situation was just setting in, you were about to participate in some sort of a sex ritual with vladek. The thought in itself sent shivers down your core. You were contemplating turning around and running out the back door when your feet finally arrived at the entrance of your living room. Your breath hitched and you stopped in your tracks when you saw him standing there in white pajama pants. The room was dark, there were candles circling the mattress. A skull decorated with blood red fathears sat facing the mattress. A knife rested by the side of the mattress. The warm yellow glow of the candles reflected off his smooth body as he turned around, a chalice in his hands. He looked ethereal and adrenaline rushed your body. Whether out of fear or lust, you didn’t know.

Vladek walked up to you, took a sip from the chalice and then handed it to you, “here, drink this”. And you did without much hesitation. It tasted quite bitter and you wondered how easily he could poison you. And as if he could read your mind he said, “Don’t worry, i’m not poisoning you. It’s an aphrodisiac mixed with mild relaxants”. His presence in itself was anesthetic for you and his voice more of an aphrodisiac than any substance will ever be. He took the chalice from your hands and put it on the floor. As you watched him you thought to yourself how cruel he was for using you like this even if it was for saving the town. At this point you didn't worry about the town or your own life, he could stab you with that knife for all you cared. He was cruel for using your infatuation and you'd be damned for eternity if you said you didn't relish every moment of it. “Is there anything you want to ask me (Y/N)?” he said in a mellow voice.

-“Why do this ritual?”

-“To save fortitude”

-“But how does this help?”

-“You see, only a woman is the most wise and powerful, feared by all. Loved by all the shamans.The knowledge of good and evil is tied at its root to sexuality and it is only through the height of orgasm that Gnosis can be achieved. And when the woman orgasms the veil between the worlds collapses and communicating with them is possible. I need to talk to them and ask for strength for what i need to do next”

You wanted to ask him what it all meant. What was gnosis, who are “they” and how the fuck could you possibly collapse the veil but again, you didn’t have it in you to ask him more than two things at a time. “Are you sure you want to do this? (Y?N), I want you to know that this is only for spiritual purposes and you can say no now or at any time during the ritual if you want to. I need you to be fully willing”, the softness in Vladek’s voice was hurting you this point. You nodded a yes quickly. You two then stood in silence staring at each other for what seemed like a lifetime to you until he extended his right hand to you. You figured he was asking you to disrobe. You unraveled the towel and handed it to him which he swiftly discarded. You were completely naked under his stare yet you didn’t feel a hint of embarrassment, there was something so sacramental in the ambience or maybe it was just the drugs. “Okay step in the circle carefully” he said and you complied. “Now get down on your knees over the mattress”, you obeyed like your life depended on it and sat facing him. He picked up sage from his bag and lit it. Soon the room was filled with smoke, you could barely see anything. He was going around you in circles, occasionally bringing the sage so close that you could feel its heat on your skin, all while chanting something. His movements were ceremonial. Then he stopped, laid the still burning sage on the chalice and stepped in the circle, murmuring through out. You were unnaturally calm for your nature, your heart was beating in a soothing rhythm. When you looked up, he was standing, towering over you. In the heavy fragrant smoke and dull candle lights his frame looked celestial, you couldn’t quite make out his eyes. He then slowly lowered himself until he was on his knees too, eye to eye with you. The close proximity to him kicked something in you and adrenaline flooded you once again. He reached to your side and grabbed the knife. Vladek was looking directly into your eyes, his stare supernatural, as he slashed a bit over his collarbone. Blood oozed out and then started dripping down his chest, soaking his white pants. Your jaw dropped at this sight, yet he didn’t move a muscle. He closed his eyes and uttered something then proceeded to draw symbols in some ancient language on his chest with the blood. When he was done he opened his eyes and said “trace these glyphs with your tongue”, his voice was commanding yet tender. It was getting hard for you to keep your thoughts together so you did as you were told.

You started at the top, he hissed slightly when you licked the wound. The coppery taste of the blood and his warm skin were creating a sensation in your tongue you had never felt before. His silky smooth chest rose up and down slowly while you were tracing all the strange symbols. When you were done you sat back waiting for the next instruction. Instead he cupped your face and wiped the blood from your lips with his thumbs. At that exact moment you understood what was wrong with you since the day you met him; He put a spell on you by his beauty then cursed you by his touch. Your head was rattling like crazy. He pushed you back gently until you were lying half down, supported by your elbows. Vladek climbed on top of you like a serpent. You were feeling dizzy, your eyes felt too heavy to blink. What snapped you out of it was his voice against your ears, your own flavor of aphrodisiac. He was chanting something, you didn't understand what he was saying whether it was because of the language or the drugs you couldn't possibly comprehend at that point. He started going down; ghosting his lips over your neck, nape, collarbones, chest, stomach, chanting some crude ancient hymn. You would kill at that point to have his lips on your skin but he carefully kept just enough of a distance that you could feel his sultry breath burning holes on your skin but not the touch of his delicate lips

You were wanting and waiting for even the slightest bit of contact when whatever “they” he talked about, answered your prayers. Vladek slipped his left hand under you and started laying you down further as he caressed your stomach with his right hand, kindly pushing until you were lying completely flat against his hand on your lower back. Your breath jerked when you felt his warm hands spreading your thighs. Even the drugs this time couldn’t stop the white hot rush that rose from embarrassment and submerged your whole existence. You were trying to take deep breaths and calm yourself down, reminding yourself that what was happening was purely spiritual yet the intrinsic responses of your body held other beliefs. As you were trying to hobble your heart, you felt his fervid lips on your cunt and electricity shot through your spine straight into your brain. For a moment you felt like your brain would melt into a liquid.

Vladek’s warm tongue glided up and down, making your body quiver at every small movement. You weren’t sure if your heart even existed at this point, either it stopped beating or was beating so fast it didn’t register in your brain. You felt your core tightening, almost on the brink of a collapse. Your breathing was becoming shallow and irregular, you were waiting for the bliss when he suddenly stopped. You’d whine and ask him why if your body didn’t feel like it was under a thousand miles of water. He slowly sat up and said “Get up”. Not a bone in your body felt like they were solid enough to support you. He probably sensed something and helped you get up. You were swaying mildly from the lightheadedness, rubbing your thighs together coyly to relief yourself from the edge and the aching that consumed you. He grabbed your arms firmly and gave you a quick shake to steady you, and it worked, as much as it was possible for a high, aroused woman on the edge of an orgasm, to sit still. Vladek reached for that knife again, and you wondered if he’d slash your throat this time as a sacrifice or something, not that you would be able to run right then even if you wanted to and you didn’t either. You’d happily die by the hands of a man like him. As your questionable morbid thoughts ran, he held the knife right in front of your face. “Cut your right index finger on this”, his honey like accent made that sound much more appealing than it actually was. You’d raise your brows if you could feel them. You were sure it wasn’t you who lifted that finger and slid it across the knife, your brain wasn’t controlling your body anymore. Blood started dipping down your hand, yet you didn’t feel any pain, again probably the drugs. He grabbed your hand with his right hand, you tried but couldn’t anticipate where it was going until he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He put your finger on his tongue and drew some symbols again. His warm tongue was fluttering ever so slightly under your touch and you wanted to grab his face and slam him against the floor, crashing your mouth into his, but, not yet.

After drawing the symbols, Vladek licked your wound to stop the bleeding and when he let your finger go you very quickly started missing the warmth of his mouth. His lips were glimmering from your fluids in the flickering yellow lights and you decided to keep this memory in the depth of your, probably not beating anymore, heart. You were pretty sure you were thinking in slow motion because when you were done thinking that, you were lying on your back again somehow. And just as soon, his soft tongue was back on your cunt again, only this time it was circling your clit in languid motions. It was almost as if he picked up where he left cause your body was just as quickly on the ledge again. It was getting difficult to breathe with every passing moment. You tried really hard but you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, it took you a bit of an effort but you slid your fingers in his lush curls, holding onto them for dear life. His mouth worked skillfully on you, licking, sucking, driving you to the point of madness. You were almost there and as if afraid that he’ll stop again, you thrust your hips upwards which resulted in his nose pressing at just the right angle, resulting in your orgasm to push you down a cliff into a valley of pure bliss. You moaned out and shuddered vehemently as you rode through it. It was unlike any other orgasm you ever had. The room felt like it was crumbling down, the atmosphere falling apart. You couldn’t even feel his presence anymore. The candles burnt brightly and It was just you, violent euphoria within you and euphoric violence outside of you. Your back arched up, your head on the brink of snapping from your neck. You opened your eyes and it met with the hollow caters of the skull. A bright light flashed before you and you passed out.

When you came back, you were lying perfectly still. Your head was clear as a summer sky, your body felt like you had just come out of an ice cold bath. Which was weird considering the experience you just had was only comparable to a volcanic rapture. You felt vitalized, as if you’ve been sleeping for a few decades. You sat up quickly to find Vladek sitting crossed legged facing you, eyes closed and praying. You tried to cover yourself with your hands, feeling awfully naked. The candles were burnt almost to the ground, the air now mostly clear of smoke. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled at you softly. “How are you feeling?” he said in his gentle voice. “Good, feeling good, great um are we done?” you said abruptly. “Yes, yes we are” he replied and then got up. He quickly mumbled something and went out of the circle. He picked up the towel and handed it over to you which you promptly wrapped around yourself. You got out of the circle, standing awkwardly besides him. “Did it, um, work?” you said, trying to cut the uncomfortable silence.

-“Yes it did, thank you”

-“No problem”

-“I’ll clean all of this, don't worry, you can go to sleep if you want to. It’s a bit late”

-“I’m not tired”

-“I see”

-“I’m sorry by the way, for um, grabbing your hair back then impromptu”

-“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it”

-“Are you gonna leave afterwards?”

-“I do have things i need to tend to”

-“Oh. Okay”

You two nodded at each other like workplace colleagues who barely know each other. Which was unnerving for you, considering what just went down. The idea of him leaving made your heart ache, which was surprisingly still beating. If it was up to you, you’d chain him to your bed and never let him go but you were too young to be known as the town’s freak criminal. You wanted to say something, ask him to stay but could barely think about the concept of words. You awkwardly grabbed his wrist, surprisingly slow in your action. He looked down at his wrist then back at you again with amused but questioning eyes.

You were trying to gather all your thoughts, trying to say something, anything when Vladek spoke up, “Do you want me to stay?”. “Yes”, you answered a bit too avidly. Suddenly there was razor sharp tension in the air you both shared. You blinked and the next moment you were on your toes, cupping his face and forcing your tongue down his mouth. His hands lingered on the small of you back as he lowered himself to kiss you back. You were trying to devour him as you bit his lips, drawing a groan from him. Soon you were up against the wall as he was leaving marks all over your body. The ceremonial energy was nowhere to be seen in his being anymore and at that point he was indistinguishable from a wild animal. Your eyes met with his, both panting, bare chest to chest, there was instinctual longing in the way he looked at you. You reached down to feel his hard cock over his pants, stroking roughly making him grunt in response. “I want you, inside of me, like right now” you managed to blurt out and with that you were pinned on the couch. His tongue colliding with yours, your hands tugging at his silky curls. You were lost in the kiss when you felt him inside of you, stretching you out. You gasped in his mouth and he chuckled softly. But soon he was in rhythm, rough yet kind in his thrusts. Your nails were digging deep in his back. You could feel your orgasm building up again so you flipped him and got on top. Riding him to your heart’s content as he watched you in awe, your right hand wrapping his neck and the left one clutching his shoulder for support. You could feel his muffled groan under your palm. When you came you were looking directly into his eyes, moaning his name, your hands clenching a bit too intensely that you intended. As your high slowly calmed down you loosened your grip. Still thrusting sloppily trying to make it last as long as you could, when you felt him come inside of you. His chest rose as he kissed you through it. Soon after you were lying by his side. You wanted to rest your head on his chest, tell him that you liked him. But it was ridiculous to say that to someone you’ve known for such a little time. It was him who reached out and intertwined his fingers with yours, which took you by surprise. He was smiling softly at you. Vladek was shining like a god in the afterglow, he smelt divine and it pained you to fathom him not being with you for eternity. “Will you wake me up before you leave tomorrow morning?”, you almost choked while saying that.

“I wouldn’t dare to do otherwise.”

But you didn’t really want to wake up the next day. This was as close to heaven as you’d get and you wanted it to last forever. As you were falling asleep you decided to chain him to your bed if you woke up, pandemonium could swallow the town for all you cared.

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