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Oh and yesterday I woke up to an email that my article was accepted for publication with only minor revisions needed!! "Crisply written" the reviewer called it. That's joining the list of favorite affirmations in my heart.
#the dissertation#or adjacent#the email preview said ''i am sorry'' and i had a flash of despair but THEN it was ''i am sorry it took me so long to respond#we are delighted to accept your paper''#VICTORY!!!
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â late night blues
pairing: roommate bsf!eddie munson x f!reader
summary: you canât seem to sleep, so eddie offers to drive you around, but you have something else in mind that can make you relax and help you fall asleep faster; his fingers. (wc: 3.1k+)
author's note: not proofread. entirely self-indulgent. and normally i would gaf about interactions but i literally dont rn. i needed this <3 and for all my insomniacs out there... i appreciate u and i am u. hope this is like a warm/horny hug to all of u as much as it is to me. bc i need it desperately. the ending is kinda rushed i am so v sorry. pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.
Hogging the blanket you sank deeper into the couch, the light illuminating from the TV screen enough to have you squinting, but never enough to lull you into sleep.
You huff, impatiently, trying to shut off the voices in your head, thoughts swirling around everywhere and anywhere, making it impossible to let you embrace the sweet sleep you so desperately need.
"Why are you awake?" A low groan of Eddie's voice almost startles you, slight gasp leaving your lips, making you sit up straight with a deep breath.
"Couldn't sleep," you shrugged, "didn't wanna wake you."
"Should've," he grumbles, stomping on his way next to you, "y'know I can't sleep knowing you're awake, right?" A lazy smile is placed on his lips when he slouches right next to you.
The couch sinks with the impact and so does your stomach, the implications of his words not going unnoticed, the two of you have always been close, too fucking close to being considered as just friends.
Yet, none of you ever made any effort.
And you were growing tired of it, because, shit, did you like him. And a part of you, as well as everyone else in the gang kept teasing you about, told you he liked you too. Just waiting to be pushed.
"Wanna smoke?" He asked with a hum, "might help you sleep better." The brunette placed a lazy kiss on your forehead, another act the two of you always did, affectionate, too affectionate to be just friends, yet none of you ever dwelled on it, despite it leaving your entire body on fire in its wake, and Eddie's stomach churn with delight as you always smiled up at him. Sweet, almost peaceful, making you nod quietly, looking so fatigued that his chest ached for you.
"Was t'tired... couldn't roll one." You point toward the mess on the coffee table, grinder open with strains stuck in it, crumpled-up rolling papers, and a bunch of filters sprawled everywhere.
"How about we take a drive, princess?" He asks with a slight tilt of his head, the pad of his thumb slowly circling your face, tender and making you melt into him.
You shake your head quickly, not wanting to bother him in any way. "Eds, it's too late, I don't want you to-"
But he's quick to scoff. "Don't be ridiculous."
"Eddie, I mean it, we can just smoke this here and-" He tuts you quickly, already getting up, his Garfield sweatpants fully in view, making you giggle.
He takes your hand in his, dragging you while you huff and puff. "Grab a jacket or one of my hoodies, and let's fuckin' roll, honey."
Once you throw over one of his oversized hoodies, he almost carries you to the car, not wanting you to lose that sleepy state, knowing that it'd be hard for you to get it back.
You buckle your seatbelt, just watching him in his groove, head falling into the headrest as you admire him rolling a joint so quickly that it makes your head spin. "How the fuck can you do that?" You groan, "'s not fair." A pout overtakes your lips, causing him to grin. He wants to kiss it away, yet all he does is tuck the strands of your hair that are covering your features, turning your lips into a mellow smile, matching his.
"Well it helps if you were a dealer in high school." He rambles, a hearty giggle escaping from your lips, "I'll teach you some time too, honey, promise." You nod in acceptance, and another kiss is planted on your forehead, one you happily accept, let his warmth overtake your skin, eyes glazy and lidded as you look up at him, sleep deprivation so apparent in your face that it tugs at Eddie's heartstrings, seeing you this miserable. And not being able to do anything about it. Yet.
Quickly retrieving the lighter from his back pocket, he places the rollie on his lips, letting the igniting flame heat it quickly, sizzling sound as he inhales a small huff before passing it onto you calming you further.
You suck on it with a hum, watching the way Eddie quickly turns on the ignition, windows rolled down, the same relaxing tape playing over and over again, volume dimmed, Good Feeling by Violet Femmes serves as a background drop, one of your favorite songs, and of course, Eddie knows it.
The velvety dark sky steals your attention as you once again suck on the fragrant joint gently cradled between your fingers. Letting it engulf and numb you, for your bloodshot eyes to have a reason other than being restless.
A gentle breeze whispers through the cranked windows, rustling your hair in front of your face, making you giggle lightly. Three puffs, and you are already feeling giddy, "not too strong is it?" he asks, glancing at you with the biggest grin on his face, amber hues watching you intently.
"Nuh-uh," you hum, and his hand tenderly droops down to your thighs, giving you three gentle squeezes as a form of comfort. At least, he intends it to be for comfort.
But all you can think about is how thick and warm his fingertips are, cladded rings bringing a coldness that makes you hiss, tummy doing a flip as your hazy mind craves more.
It is the last piece of the puzzle you need to finally fall into that deep slumber, Eddie making you cum on his long fingers, curling inside of you, rings slicked with your juices, it's all you can think about.
You whine at your thoughts, throat growing dry at them, not knowing if it is cotton mouth or how stunning Eddie looks while focused on the road.
The perfect side profile that you can't help but admire; chiseled jaw with the slightest stubble that you'd do anything to have it rubbing against your clit right about now, Adam's apple bobbing slightly the more he gulped, lips plushy and so soft that you wanted nothing more than to bite into them, have them suckling your neck.
Fuck, this could be it, couldn't it?
You were already a bit dizzy, giving you enough courage to ask him to, and if he rejected you, you could always just turn it into a joke, couldn't you?
You rasp a desperate breath when his hands squeeze your thigh again, prominent veins making you mewl. His head cocks towards you in worry at the sound, "you okay?"
You barely register his words, gaze too focused on the tempting hold he has on you, "hmm?"
He quirks a brow, a smirk playing on his lips when he realizes how hazed you are, "are you hungry or something, sweetheart?"
Yeah, you were. Hungry for him.
You shake your head slightly. "You sure?" He asks, more attentive, and you can feel your wetness pool around your thighs, slicking you.
"Mhmm," you reply, head turning to meet his gaze, and when he slightly tilts his head, his shaggy bangs fall onto his forehead, making you gulp physically, he looks beautiful.
"Do you want anything?"
If he was any more attentive, you were going to crawl into his lap and grind on his bulge that hugged the print of Garfield on his sweatpants, "Nope," you gulped, prying your eyes away from the outline of his huge cock forcefully.
"Need anything?"
"You." The words slipped past your lips without any interference from you, it's like your subconscious was doing all the talking you had been so afraid of.
The insomnia and weed becoming a dangerous combo.
He choked out a laugh, cheeks crimson red, spreading across his bone like crushed raspberries. "Hah, funny aren't ya?"
He avoided your gaze, yet your head snapped to meet his. "Eddie- I-I mean it."
"Sweetheart," he mumbled, a low groan awaiting in his throat.
Doe-eyed, melting, and pleading hues finally met his. "P-please, Eddie, need it so bad, need to cum, relax," you coaxed, hand placed on his, squeezing it back, causing a drawl of sigh out of him.
He can't bring himself to ease into your touch, his lips quivering at the thought of finding you soaking for him, "Honey, you're high," he tries to reason, voice squeaky pitch, he wants it, so goddamn bad, but he can't take advantage of you in any way.
You huff, disagreeingly. "Oh, c'mon, Eddie, I just took like three huffs, you know I'm not a lightweight!"
"Sweetheart, I know but it doesn't feel right-"
"But I'm begging you to!" Your pleading voice crushes him, cock stirring just at your squeaky tone, you're going to be the fucking death of him.
"Y-you have no idea how fucking stupid I feel for turning you down when all I want to-" He sighed. "I don't wanna do anything that you might regret."
You huff at that, does he not realize how desperately you want him? How badly you have wanted him all this time?
"Fuck, Eddie, just-" Fingertips graze his once you grab his rough hands, they are powerless in your hold, and you're quick to dip them down your pajamas, rubbing them against your cotton panties that are now entirely soaked with your juices. "Do you feel that?" Your voice is shaky, and low groans rumble in his chest, his focus on the road becoming dizzy.
It feels surreal, you begging for him, for his fingers, how wet your panties feel just because of him. His brain can't comprehend a thought, your name slipping past his lips like prayers.
He can't help but press his hand further against your panties, just to feel more of you, cock straining against his own cage of boxers, knuckles white from the harsh grip he has on the steering wheel.
And you can see the desperation in his eyes, spurring you more and more. "How fucking wet I am just because you squeezed my thigh? Do you think I'd regret anything when I'm this soaked for you?"
He can't help it, roaring the engine again before he abruptly comes to a stop on the side of the road, his mind too dizzy to comprehend anyfuckingthing. "Fucking christ, baby, I-"
You interrupt him again, head lulling to his side, giving him those desperate, lewd eyes again. "I've wanted this for so fucking long, Eddie, p-please, you said you'd help me sleep... relax, I'm more than okay with it."
You know he's on the verge of caving in, he wants this as much as you do. "Angel..." he mumbles, tone so pornographically lustful that you feel the need to show him how much you want him.
You shove his hands inside of your panties in frustration, and he groans lightly at it, fingertips run up and down your slit, never entering your hole, taking his time to fully feel how badly you want him.
He collects your wetness at the tip of his digits, smearing them over the hood of your clit, earning a shallow gasp from you, just enough to break him, "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, you're soaked," he grunts, eyes watching you hungrily.
"Mhmm, all for you," you hum, head thrown comfortably into the headrest, eyes lulling. He runs his fingertips over your sides, teasing, covering you in your juices, and all you can do is mewl for him.
A digit slips inside of you easily, making you moan so loud that Eddie's cock aches in the confinements of his sweats, admiring the way your mouth gapes at how good his fingers feel. "God, you're perfect like this, princess," he hums, fingertips circling around your clit, knowing exactly what to do to get you worked up.
It makes you whimper pathetically, turns out Eddie really does know you. So much so that all you want to do is cum on his thick fingers, have him take you home, make you bounce on his cock again and again.
He pushes another finger inside of you, watching the way your cunt takes his fingers all greedily. You're the one who's supposed to be high, yet he feels dizzy, so fucking dizzy that he can barely comprehend it.
This is all real, you just begged him to finger you, and now you're mewling on his fingers, pussy throbbing as he stretches you out slowly.
"That's it, baby," he encourages, listening to the sweet sounds of your whimpers, "doin' so good f'me," his praises drive you even crazier, and loud moans escape from your parted lips the more his thumb circles around your clit.
"So greedy, hmm?" He coos condescendingly, relishing in the pretty faces you make, his ring finger joining inside of your soppy cunt easily, "E-Eddie," you mumble, lost in him, fully.
His fingers pump in and out of you at a rough pace, getting you closer and closer to the edge, he can feel your cunt squeezing his ringed fingers desperately.
"You close, angel?" He grunts, and a sheen of heat creeps its way across your chest and up your throat at how good he is, all you can do is nod pathetically, too dizzy and too lost in his fingers to even speak.
You take your plump bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to stiffle your pathetic moans, but once he adds another finger, cold rings brushing against your clit, you can't help yourself.
"E-Eddie, fuck!" You moan, and he watches in awe, keeps his praises up, eager to see what you look like when you cum. He knows you'll be even prettier, screaming out his name, soaking his fingers in your pretty juices.
Your chest heaves with how much you're feeling him, stuffed full of his fingers, you can't even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like inside of you. Shit, maybe next time.
You pathetically rut your hips into his fingers, and he groans so filthily that your body feels frail, "That's it, baby," he praises. "Use me, honey, use my fingers to get yourself off."
Your face contorts with the sweetest pain and pleasure, his fingers plunged deep inside of you, padded thumb still continuing it's circles. Once his fingers curl inside of you, you know youâre a fucking goner.
Each of his movements, his touch, ignites a fire within you that is heightened by the weed, you are so desperate to cum that you don't even realize how pathetically you've been soaking his fingers, so wet and Eddie relishes in it.
"Oh, f-fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You moan out once you feel that dizzying pleasure bubbling in your chest, he can feel your pussy flutter around his thick fingers, making his chest swell with pride. "Mhmm, just like that, darlin', cum on my fingers."
It's all the confirmation you need before you cry out his name again, back arching as pleasure explodes inside of your stomach, vision growing white and dizzy. Your fucked out face, pathetic moans, and your gaping mouth making Eddie's cock strain tighter and tighter, as if thatâs even possible.
His fingers don't leave your soppy cunt until he makes sure you ride your orgasm out, relishing in the pretty expressions your face contorts to as you fall apart for him.
Bringing a stupid wide grin to his face that has you feeling giddier. The weight of what the two of you did doesn't dawn yet, you're too tired, too fucked out to care, and all Eddie can think about is going back to the trailer and rubbing one out while thinking about the pretty sounds you made, the pretty shapes your face took as you came on his fingers. His.
He'll think about how pretty your eyes look rolled all the way back inside of your head when he's slamming into you, cock stuffed inside of you, parted lips repeating his name like a fucking prayer. Your tight cunt fluttered around his cock, milking him dry.
With a groan, he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking clean the remains of you, pathetically groaning at how sweet you taste. You watch him with lulled eyes, breath growing heavier, and if you werenât about to pass out, youâd beg him for more, have his hard cock stuffed inside of you.
âTastes so goddamn sweet,â he grunts, licking any taste of you left off his lips, your sweet juices engrained in his tastebuds.
You blink quickly to process all of it, mind numbed out. Fuck, heâs making this so goddamn hard for you.
âEâEddie,â you say breathlessly, chest heaving as a shy smile appears on your lips, mind hazy as you try to form words. "T-that was amazing, shit."
"Yeah?" He beams, the praise is all he needs. âAnything for you, sweetheart.â
Your eyes glimmered at his words, air between the two of you was charged with a sweet tension. Breaths almost synchronized with the way both of your chests rose and fell on the rhythm of what just fucking happened. And all the feelings that led up to it.
You wanted to talk about it, take this further, maybe even continue back home.
But sleep began to settle inside of you, eyelids betrayed your pent-up feelings for him, already drooping in surrender.
And of course, Eddie knew by the sheepish smile you gave him, you were almost on the brink of sleep, and it was more important than his stupid feelings because the two of you had all the time in the world to talk about... whatever this was, tomorrow.
But if you lost your sleepy state, he knew you'd never get it back, âYou sleepy yet?" He asked, thoughtful, caring gaze watching you intently, making you nod.
"Mhmm," you hummed, "But, Eddie..."
"Yeah?" He prompted, eager to soak up each and every one of your words.
"I don't want this to be a one time thing," you admitted, shyly, your heart leaping out of your chest in excitement.
"Thank fucking God." Slipped past his lips unintentionally, causing a hearty giggle to bubble up within you, easing away all of your worries.
Pools of warmth swam in his gaze, fully melting into you. "Me neither, sweetheart," he whispered, starting the car again, engine humming to life.
He met you with a saccharine smile. "But we have all the time to talk about that tomorrow, promise."
It hung in the air, the promise, almost like a warm hug engulfing you. All the confirmation you need.
"You just go to sleep, now, honey, I'll carry you inside," he urged, pressing a light kiss onto your forehead.
"T-thank you," you hummed, resting your head comfortably, deep slumber not taking long to find you while he watched intently, mind still running with thoughts of you.
Both of you had no clue what would happen with this; yet, you were now sure that this wouldn't remain as a one-time thing.
After all, you had a hard time sleeping almost every night, thankfully, you would now have Eddie to fix that.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fics#eddie munson oneshot
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Nanami-Sensei (Nanami X F!Reader)
Summary: Your husband isn't that much of a grump, it seems. Especially when it comes to his favourite people; you and your "children".
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: reader is very motherly and is mentioned to be sunshine-y, other than that it's just fluff
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âNanamin!â Yujiâs voice rang out in the empty classroom, bringing a smile to your face. Your husband let out an exhausted sigh, but the little smile on his face told you otherwise. Yuji was Haibara with pink hair, his sunny personality almost contagious. You figured your husband has a type of people he lets close - and it's most definitely the sunshine people, like yourself.
âWhat is it, Itadori-kun?â Kento asks in his deadpan.
âI saw these in the market and thought you might like them!â the pink haired boy said, holding up a small paper bag. âI bought some for you too, Nanami-san,â
âThank you, Yuji,â You say, scooting over on the bench. âWhy donât you sit with us for a while?â
The boyâs eyes sparkle with delight as he accepts your offer, sitting beside you with his hands on the desk. Nanamiâs brow is relaxed, and you know he enjoys spending time with Yuji as much as you do. âNanami-san, wonât you open this?â
The bag smelled amazing, and the little box had some of your favourite doughnuts. You gave one to your husband, one to Yuji and took one for yourself. âHow did you know I liked them?â you ask, a bright smile on your face.
Yuji swallows his bite quickly, then says, âNanamin mentioned it yesterday when we were taking a break after exorcising a curse. We stopped by this shop to get doughnuts,â Yuji says, making Nanami look down quickly.
âWell, why donât you come home with us?â You offer. âIâll make us some spicy ramen. Then we can have the rest of the doughnuts for dessert.â
âWe can pick some mochi up on our way home too,â Nanami says.
Yujiâs eyes sparkle, he is so full of life - your heart cries out for him - why did fate choose him to be Sukunaâs vessel? Why couldnât he have been a normal child? You decide not to dwell on these questions, putting your best smile instead, hugging the young boy from his shoulders. He couldnât yet spend time with his friends, and you wanted to keep his cheerful self for as long as he can. âDonât think about it too much, Yuji.â You said. âWe can watch a movie together.â
âHuman Earthworm 4?â He says in a soft voice.
âItadori-kun, itâs time for you to watch something else,â Nanami sighs.
âWe can pick the movie later,â you intervene. âWhat do you say, Yuji? It will be a nice break for you to leave Jujutsu Tech for a bit,â
âGojo-Sensei -â Yuji starts.
âHe wonât say anything,â You assure him.
âOkay, Nanami-san!â He says, the bright smile returning to his face. âIâll go see Gojo-Sensei once, then we can go!â
Yuji runs at an alarming speed, leaving you with a chuckle. âIsnât he a lovely child?â you murmur to your husband.
âIndeed,â He says with a sigh, caressing your hand with his thumb. âHe might be your son with how much energy and joy he has,â
âWell, he wouldnât be just my son then.â You say with a coy smile. âAnd I think, that you might just have a type of favourite people,â
âPeople who are similar to you, my love,â He agrees. âBut you will always be my favourite of them all.â
âI better be,â you giggle. âI am your wife, after all.â
It is adorable the way your husband has taken the child under his wing, acting as his mentor and protector - it makes you wonder how he would be with your own kids, loving and protecting them from the world. It makes you long for a normal life, where you could raise your kids without the permanent threat over them. The world you belong to is too dangerous for children.
âNanamin! Nanami-san!â Yujiâs cheerful voice is back again, saving you from the dark thoughts forming in your head. He has a bright smile on his face and a backpack with him, ready to leave. âIâm ready!â
âLetâs go then,â You get up from your place, and wrap one hand around your husbandâs hand and the other one holdâs Yujiâs arm. âA warm dinner is waiting for us back home,â
Nanami settles, with a sigh as Yuji begins to play Human Earthworm 4 on the television, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed between the two of you. You cannot help but think of Yuji as your child, even though you are too young to be his parents. Heâs wonderful company to have around - helping you lift up your spirits with his contagious laugh and in general helping you in the kitchen as your husband took the laundry. Yuji is so animated, excitedly filling you in with the previous parts of the movie, doughnut box on his lap.
Hidden from Yujiâs eyes, Nanami has a rare, charming smile on his face as he watches the two suns of his life get close to each other. How you tousle the boyâs pink hair as if heâs your younger self, indulging in his gossip about everyone from school, about how his Gojo-Sensei has been teaching him, about how he misses Megumi and Nobora and wishes he can talk to them again.
Your eyes meet his behind Yuji, and you share a smile, a smile reserved for you two only. Yuji stills for a bit as the movie progresses and you take that time to set up the guest room for him - comforters, pillows, and toiletries. You know that inviting Sukunaâs vessel over to your home is dangerous, and you wonder why the King of Curses had to pick this sunshine in human-form of a child as his vessel.
âNanami-san,â Yuji whispers, tiptoeing into the guest room. âNanamin has fallen asleep,âÂ
âOh?â You say with a grin. âI told him he should take a nap, but my husband just never listens. Come on, letâs get him a blanket.â
âDonât you want to wake him up?â Yuji asks, confused. Wouldnât it be better if he got into bed to sleep?
âHe didnât sleep last night,â You admit, fetching an extra blanket from the guest roomâs closet. âHe got up early to see you,â
Yujiâs face turns as pink as his hair, beginning to apologise, but you stop him. âMy husband cares deeply for you, Yuji. Even though he doesnât show it.â You say. âAnd I absolutely stand with him on the matter.â
âNanami-san,â Yuji bows deeply in front of you, muttering words of gratitude and thanks and apologies for being a bother.
âYuji, youâre just a child,â You say. âDonât bother yourself with these worries. Now, letâs get a blanket for your Nanamin before he wakes up from the chill.â
You tuck your husband in on the sofa for the night, kissing his forehead before getting ready for bed. Youâre in the kitchen getting some water when Yuji follows you too, sitting on the counter.
âNanami-san, how did you and Nanamin meet?â He quietly asks, a rare moment of stillness from him.
âOh, we met at Jujutsu Tech,â you say. âI made friends with Kentoâs friend, and then we hung out togetherâŠâ You are lost in thought of your youth, with Yu, Kento and your senpais. Suddenly, itâs Haibara Yu in front of you, telling you how he loves to eat, and would love a woman who loves to eat. Youâre with Kento, comforting him after Haibaraâs death, hugging him close as he cries on your shoulder. Youâre with Shoko as she is told of Getoâs defection, and how he killed 112 villagers, including his parents. Youâre the one Gojo reaches out to when Tsumiki gets her first period, panicking because he doesnât know what to do as Megumi freaks out.
Then youâre back with Kento, as he tells you he is leaving the Jujutsu sorcery, because he cannot take it anymore. Youâre right there with him, applying for a job in the corporate world because you fear if you stay a sorcerer too long, you might join Geto. No wonder they couldnât catch him for years - you had helped him hide. No matter how much Kento believed in protecting the youth, protecting the defenceless, he couldnât hate Geto, because he understood.
You are brought back to the present, at the sound of Yuji calling your name, and smile at him. âI was new there, and Haibara made friends with me,â You continue. âHe wasnât too different from you, so full of life. He was friends with Kento, and I started being friends with him too. Gojo would always pick on him for being an introvert, and I'd always tease him too. Then we joined corporate, and got even closer⊠and well, here we are.â
âDid Nanamin ask you out?â He asks, excitement returning to his eyes again.
âHe did,â you say, recalling the big bouquet you had at your desk on a random Tuesday morning, signed by Kento. âHe had to be thrown a lot of signs before he realised that I like him too.â
âHe seems so closed off,â Yuji notes.
âHe takes time to understand,â you admit. âAll that toughness but he is a softie,â getting too lost in your thoughts, you decide itâs time to make some calming tea. You set the water to boil while Yuji brings out two cups while you mix up your tea and some herbs with a sugar cube.
âWhat do you love the most about him, Nanami-san?â Yuji asks.
You pour out the tea into the cups, taking a long sip before answering, âHis heart,â you cannot help but smile at the thought of your husband. âHeâs so kind, so patient. Heâs just so⊠I love him,â you say with a delighted sigh. âHeâs perfect,â
âI wish I can be like Nanamin,â Yuji says.
âYou already are a great young man,â You are quick to reassure him. âDonât change too much, Yuji.â
Thereâs a quiet knock on the door, and you quickly shift into high alert mode. Being a Jujutsu sorcerer came with his problems - namely enemies showing up unannounced. You reach for your cursed tool as you get to the door, looking at the door camera, relaxing and then panicking on seeing Ino Takuma. You quickly open the door with minimal noise and signal your finger to your mouth.
You give him a once over to see if he is injured, worry laced over your face. Once sure that he seems okay, you escort him back into the kitchen, locking the door after him. Ino smiles seeing a sleeping Nanami, his grin only widening on seeing Yuji. âItadori,â he greets in a whisper.
âYo! Ino-senpai,â Yuji 's eyes widened, his boy-ish face making your heart ache with love for him. Heâs just a boy, thrust into the middle of everything.Â
You set the kettle to the stove again, as Ino helps himself to some cookies from the shelf. Now with a hot cup of tea in each pair of hands, you tiptoe to the guest room, careful to not disturb your husbandâs slumber. Heavens know that he deserves it.
âTakuma-chan, what brings you here tonight?â You ask, sitting on the only chair in the room while Ino and Yuji sit on the bed.
âI was fighting a curse, it seemed a bit stronger than grade 2.â He says. âIt was close by. I didnât have the strength to return home and stopped by.â
Yujiâs curious eyes fly between the two of you, wondering if he will ever feel free enough to show up uninvited. âTakuma was Kentoâs first student,â you tell a confused Yuji. âHe was there when my boyfriend turned to my fiancĂ©.â
Your mind flies back to a happier time, about three years ago when Kento and you had planned a date to a fancy place but you two dragged Ino with you, heâd just successfully completed his solo first mission and you wanted to celebrate. But the restaurant didnât know that - and hence you got a surprise pastry with a ring box on it, with your first ever child witnessing your pure joy.
âNanami was not very delighted by me being there,â Ino notes.
âTch, Takuma-chan I thought you knew him better,â You pout.
âHe always acts like a grump,â Ino says, making you and Yuji chuckle.Â
Your first child with your latest, you think, smiling at the two of them. Your husband does have a specific type for people who he lets get close to him - people like you - who are insufferable sunshine, pushing into his grumpy space with your bright smiles and twinkling eyes that he can't help but want to protect.Â
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Tempting fate // part 2 (Reader!Featherington x Colin Bridgerton)
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Summary: Lady Whistledown strikes, making your family suffer underneath her swift pen. Will her wrath push Colin away or while he stand his ground and stay? [ part 1 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7 & part 8 & part 9 & part 10]
Dearest gentile reader,
This author finds herself compelled to share this news. The ton are abuzz with the latest gossip, and so it is my honour to impart to you; Y/n Featherington. The middlest of Featheringtons. One would ask what might occur for her name to fall of interest to this author. Well let this author share you all about Y/n FeatheringtonâŠ
Papers got stacked on each other. â âGet this out immediately. Those were the orders.â â one of the boys said taking a stack of pamphlets and giving it to the little kid. The kid nodded and ran out of the door. â âThe latest Whistledown edition!â â he called out waving a pamphlet in his hand. No one was around yet on the streets, yet he felt compelled to shout it. Running as fast his little legs could carry him, he went to deliver an edition at each house of the ton.
Lady Featherington was still in her nightwear when she got woken up. A pamphlet of Lady Whistledown given to her. Baffled she accepted the pamphlet that got placed in her hands with haste. She turned the pamphlet around so she could read it. Her gaze fell immediately on a name. Her daughters name. Before reading anything more, she rushed out of her room. Knocking on each door of her daughterâs rooms. â âWake up children!â â she called out.
You opened the door, rubbing your eye. â âWhat is it mama?â â you questioned as your sister Penelope appeared in her door opening as well. â âAll of you downstairs.â â your mother spoke excitedly. â âWhat for?â â Philipa yawned out . You shrugged your shoulders at your sister, following Prudence down the stairs. Philipa groaned annoyed, ruffling her hand through her bed hair.
Penelope was the last to go downstairs, not having said a word. Mama orchestrated for you all to sit down. Philipa and Prudence sat beside each other. You sat before them on the ground. Penelope sitting alone in an armchair. â âWe have been mentioned.â â mama spoke delighted, showing them the pamphlet.
âWe have?â â Philipa answered curious. â âWas I mentioned too?â â Prudence asked. â âY/n was.â â mama spoke as your eyes widened. â âI was?â â you spoke cautiously. Prudence lowered her hand on your shoulder. You took it, giving it a comforting squeeze. â âThis is excellent news girls. We are finally getting noticed. Lady Whistledown finally agrees just how important we are as a family.â â mama went on. You looked up to your sisters with a hopeful smile.
You wanted nothing more for your sisters to receive the attention of noble men. For your family had not been so lucky in finding a match. â âHave you read it properly?â â Penelope said making you all look at her. Mama chuckled nervously. â âWell no⊠but what wrong can she write about my girls?â â Mama replied slowly getting insecure.
Philipa extended her hand wanting to read the pamphlet. Philipa got up approaching mama as she wasnât getting it as fast as she wanted it. Philipa took the pamphlet from her, reading the first lines out loud till her words faded out to a whisper. Her eyes wide.
âWhat is it?â â you asked seeing the worry in your sister. â âPhilipa?â â Mama spoke frightened. Philipa lowered the pamphlet, looking over at you. â âItâs about you sister⊠not in the nicest way.â â Philipa answered. â âLet me see.â â mama snatched the pamphlet out of her hands to read it for herself. Her hands clenched around the paper, her expression hardening. â âWhat is it?â â you repeated more worried.
Mama started reading a bit out loud. A section where all your flaws were openly explained. Your insecurities. How you would seduce any man just for attention. How from between your sisters, you might have the ugliest personality. Lies spread out in ink as you were none of those. Mama gasped desperately touching her forehead in distress.
You turned your head, laying it against your sisterâs knees, sobbing loud. Prudence lowered her hand on you, wanting to comfort you. â âBut mama that isnât true.â â Prudence spoke defending you. â âIt doesnât matter if it is true or not! The entire ton will read this!â â she threw the pamphlet on the ground from distress.
You wiped some tears away, reaching for the pamphlet. You wanted to read it for yourself. See how lady Whistledown had dragged you through the mud. Ruined perhaps your reputation forever. For who would want to marry such a disgrace now? A girl who found pleasure in seeking menâs attention till they bored her out and she needed another one.
Reading the insults about you, made you cry loud. Prudence took the pamphlet from you, tearing it apart. You looked at your sister Penelope. Seeing her avoid eye contact. Her emotions well-hidden as she appeared unbothered. â âI am sorry mama.â â you cried out not sure why you were apologizing. Mama needed to sit down, too distressed to respond. You got up running up to your room, crying your heart out.
At the Bridgerton house it was still early. A few siblings in the Parlor. There was a knock on the door. Eloise gasped excitedly, jumping up. She rushed up to the man with a platter. A few editions of Lady Whistledown on them. She grabbed one eagerly, reading it with a flush on her cheeks. Her excitement faded out as she read more. â âWhat is it Eloise?â â Violet asked curious. â âIs it not exciting?â â Violet finished. â âNo.â â Eloise responded. â âIt is rather hurtful.â â she went on.
âHurtful?â â Benedict questioned. â âIt doesnât feel like Lady Whistledown.â â Eloise outed. â âWhat has she written then?â â Anthony wanted to know. â âItâs all about Y/n Featherington.â â Eloise responded. Colinâs head lifted up with wide eyes.
He got up, going over to her to take the edition from her. He read a few lines as his expression tensed. â âColin?â â Violet blinked confused when her son stormed out of the Parlor without a word. Violet asked for an edition, wanting to read for herself. She gasped, pressing her hand against her chest.
There were loud knocks on the door. Rushed and demanding to be opened. The door opened as he barged in, out of breath. The door from the Parlor opened as Penelope walked out. â âOh Colin.â â she said happily at the sight of him. â âWhy are you here?â â she asked curious. Colin rushed over to her, holding the pamphlet up. â âWhere is Y/n?â â he wanted to know. Penelope changed her attitude just a smidge. â âHas she read this?â â he asked panting.
Penelope nodded. Colin exhaled concerned, wanting to move passed Penelope. Penelope moved, blocking his way. â âShe doesnât want to see you.â â she spoke. Colin stared with furrowed brows at her. â âI just want to speak to her. Make sure she is alright.â â Colin insisted upon, stepping aside, but Penelope followed his movement, blocking his path once more.
âShe doesnât want you.â â Penelope outed making Colin stared shocked down at her. Colin held the pamphlet up again. â âLies! All of this are lies about Y/n. How can you stand here so coldly when your sister has been hurt?â â he wanted to know why she acted so coldly or unbothered. â âHow am I to know it isnât true?â â Penelope responded.
Colin gasped surprised. â âSheâs your sister!â â he called out to her. â âY/n would neverâŠâ â he breathed out. â âI must ask you to leave.â â She spoke showing him the door. â âButâŠâ â Colin sputtered against her, but got pushed back by her. She practically showed him out. The door got slammed in his face. Puzzled he stared at the door, not familiar with that side of Penelope. With no other choice, he returned home. Hoping his actions might have not been the cause for these lies.
He never intended for you to be targeted. In that moment, he just wanted to show you, that his subtle signals had been projected onto you. It was you who he wanted to court. It was you who he felt compelled to marry. Not your sister Penelope. It was innocent to kiss you. He shouldâve never done it, but he needed a way for you to see. For you to finally think of yourself instead of always thinking of your sisters first. Always putting them to the front and chase after their happiness while you forgot about yourself.
That was who you were. A sister who would defend and glorify your sisters at any given time. Not whatever lies lady Whistledown wrote about you. If he was being honest you had been pushing him away at any given time. Ignoring his clear signals as you could only think of your sisterâs interests. Being blind that there was someone interested in you.
Mama took a deep breath. Tapping the fan in her hand into her palm. It was the clear the attention was on them. Phillipa and Prudence looking uncertain around. â âChins up girls.â â Mama said with a plastered smile. You gulped soft, bringing your chin up to own your pride. Prudence took your hand for comfort. All of you started to walk. The crowd parting as you made your way through. It was almost unbearable to ignore the whispers. Seeing them huddle together to gossip.
Their glances and subtle points at you. You knew it must hurt your mama to be threated like this. The tonâs gossip as it did another dent in your reputation. One the Featheringtons didnât have highly. It was hard to keep your head up. Hands were shaking as you rather disappeared. Be invisible than be the centre of attention. Prudence squeezed your hand tighter, feeling them shake in hers.
Mama took a position in the room near the walls. She started fanning herself from the nerves. Everyone was still watching, staring, gawking at you. Mama slapped her fan hard in her hand with a mean glare. Some men cleared their throats, looking immediately away. They slightly turned their posture to chatter again.
You stood beside mama, seeing how everyone did a great turn around you. Not daring to come near as if you had some sickness. â âMama, perhaps I should head home.â â you told her. Thinking your presence was causing the illness. You were after all the reason for the gossip. â âNo!â â mama answered firmly. â âThat would not change anything.â â she sighed out. You hated being the cause of her worries. Deep down, you knew a part of her was disappointed in you.
Discontent you had shone such a light on the family. Your gaze fell on your sister Penelope. Seeing a certain glance in her eyes, made you furrow your brows. Something bitter in them. Holding her gaze felt threatening as you quickly looked away. â âThis was supposed to be our season.â â Mama spoke, slapping her fan down her dress.
âNow look at us.â â She started fanning harder with one hand on her hip. â âCan we fall any lower?â â she sighed out. Feeling called out, your eyes became watery. You bowed to mama, before your tears could run like water. Leaving their side to disappear into the gardens. Wiping your cheek, you couldnât hold it dry.
Hastening outside, you were greeted by a cold breeze. â âY/n!â â you heard your name being called out. Seeing over your shoulder, it was Colin. Shaking your head, you kept walking. Colin rushed over not letting you slip through his fingers. â âY/n.â â he said loud catching up on you. Out of breath, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you to a stop. â âY/n.â â he repeated softer, tugging on you, wanting you to look at him. You sniffed loud, wiping your cheek dry. â âIâm so sorry.â â he spoke with a saddened look.
You turned your posture more to him. â âItâs not your doing.â â you answered. â âI shouldnât haveâŠâ â he shook his head feeling dumb. His gaze met up with yours once more. â âPleaseâŠâ â he brought his hand up, letting it brush against your cheek. You smiled saddened between the tears. You took his hand that laid against your cheek, bringing it slowly down. â âYou shouldnât be seen with me.â â you replied taking a step back from him.
âI do not care.â â he outed. Shaking your head, you turned around, walking off. â âY/n.â â Colin called out, coming after you. â âThink of your reputation Colin.â â you told him. â âThe hell with it!â â he shouted putting you to a stop.
âThe hell with it all!â â he added with wide arms. â âColin!â â you called out returning to him with fury. â âIt is not because you were not mentioned yet, you wouldnât be mentioned by her.â â you told him with frustration. â âLet her do her worst.â â Colin answered in seriousness. â âYou donât understand Colin, this was personal.â â you told him till something cliqued.
This was personal. Things had been mentioned only those closest to you knew. Things Colin didnât even know. Looking past Colin, your gaze focused on the glass windows from top to bottom. A bright yellow figurine catching your eyes. Narrowing your eyes, you saw her clearer. Penelope.
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Paper Thin Walls
Your neighbor, Nanami Kento, comes over four times complaining about noise. And then a fifth time. AO3
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, 18+ Only. fem! reader, grumpy! nanami, angsty, some light vouyerism, through the wall masturbation overhearing (does that count?), cunnalingus, riding, penetrative sex, reader has female anatomy, dirty talk, kissing, not explicit spit this time but i sneak it in there (and i always will), DIRTY, NASTY, WET,
Word count: 8.2k,we looooove a bad neighbors enemies to lovers, sorry y'all but i eat it up every time, i hope y'all do too. This is probably the grumpiest i have ever written Nanami but i hope the soft at the end gave you guys the sweetie that we all know and love, especially on this blog.
THUNK THUNK THUNKÂ
You nearly dropped the bottle of wine you were uncorking when you heard the loud, impassioned knocking on your front door. Your friends quieted their conversation and looked to the door, a mixture of shock and confusion on their faces.Â
How embarrassing.Â
You rolled your eyes, already fed up with what you knew would be on the other side of the wood. You gesture to your friends to continue enjoying themselves as you would handle it. They tentatively turn back to one another huddled around your small coffee table dressed with snacks and cups. You had worked hard on this party, you didnât get to see your friends very often so being able to enjoy a night together to relax and catch up was so valuable to you. And no dickhead neighbor with a stick up his ass was going to ruin it. Walking to the door you drew in a strained breath, trying to smooth your irritation, before unlocking, unlatching and just barely opening the door. Even just a crack was enough to see him seething in front of you.Â
Kento Nanami, your neighbor. Your very irritable neighbor. The one man HOA of your apartment complex floor. Your neighbor who, since you moved in three months ago, has stopped by your apartment three times to badger you about your noise level. You had lived in apartments your whole adult life, not once has anyone complained about you, you were a MODEL neighbor: kind, social but not overbearing, always said hello in the hallway, happy to watch pets or plants while people were out of town, you are a goddamn delight as a neighbor.
It was this fucking guy who had the problem, huffing at your doorstep in his stupid little American girl doll glasses and overly neat button up shirt that he probably pressed every morning before getting dressed.Â
And once again, here he stood, vein in his head pulsing against his skin, elevens creased in his forehead between his scowling eyebrows, jaw muscle looking on the verge of snapping.
âMsâ.â He started but you cut him off.Â
âGood evening Mr. Nanami, to what do I owe the pleasure,â you smiled jovially, as though his presence wasnât a nuisance, âthis time.âÂ
âGood evening. Yes, it is the evening, isnât it?â He made a little show of checking his bulky silver watch.
âIâm sure the very expensive looking watch on your arm could tell you that itâs 8:45 pm. A very normal time for people to be enjoying themselves, especially on a Friday night.â You leaned your head against the doorframe looking at him, âHaving a littleâŠmovie night in?â
He stared at you a moment, his eyes moving over your face coldly, eyeing your sly smile,Â
âso you know Iâm here about the noise.âÂ
âYouâve never come to my apartment for another reason.â You sighed, âcall it a hunch, I guess?âÂ
A laugh came from inside of your apartment, louder than the ambient music you were playing, not exactly helping your case.Â
Nanami rolled his eyes at the laughing,âQuiet hours start atââ
â10. And I plan on honoring them, I just have some old friends over tonight. Weâll be sure to keep our joy and fun to an acceptable level.â You were feeding him the lines you knew he wanted to hear, but your performance wasnât exactly impassioned.Â
His jaw tightened again, you imagined the sound of his back teeth grinding together. He looked down at you silently and you stared right back up at him. A silent battle was had between your stares, him trying to intimidate you into the silence he craved, and you not backing down even an inch.
Finally he caved, âI would appreciate that. I am sure the rest of the hallway would as well. Good night.â
âEnjoy the rest of your night, Mr. Nanami.â You called down to him as he turned and stomped down the hallway to his own door.Â
Right. Next. Door.Â
You rejoined your friends and enjoyed the rest of your night exactly as you had before. Not turning any music down, not stifling any laughter, not dulling any conversation for the sake of thin walls. Every now and again you took a private moment to imagine your neighbor seething in his quiet, perfect little apartment all by himself.
âSoâŠ.are we going to talk about how hot your neighbor is?â Soph, your best friend, posed.Â
âThank you for saying something. I barely saw him but oh my GOD.â Kat, your oldest friend added.Â
You laughed, it was undeniable how handsome he was, when you first saw him as you settled in in your first week you secretly hoped he might stop by to introduce himself, entertaining the fantasy of him coming over to help you âfix somethingâ a few too many times before even finding out his name.
âSure heâs hot, when he keeps his mouth shut.â You sighed, annoyed, busying yourself refilling glasses, âWhat a waste, honestly. Iâm tired of guys who think theyâre too hot to be nice to people. Not even nice, just fucking polite is fine.âÂ
Your friends laughed.Â
âWhen I moved in, a bunch of the other neighbors stopped by to say hello. Not him, I would only ever see him in the hallway and he wouldnât wave, wouldnât say hello, nothing. Heâs soâŠ..serious.â You sipped your drink remembering the times you had tried to say hello to him in the hallway only to be met with a half nod and a hurry into his apartment, âFirst time he ever even spoke to me was to tell me the sound of my moving in was too much.â
Soph pouted, sipping her refilled, âThatâs a shame. I was going to say you should try and hit that.â
âWho knows,â Kat posed, âmaybe getting laid would help him relax?âÂ
The three of you laughed, surely sending the noise through the wall and into the subject of debateâs apartment.Â
This had been your fourth offense against him. Nanami was fed up, he had been polite the first few times, but this was getting out of hand. You had only moved in a few months ago, there was no excuse for him to have had to go over there this many times already. Sitting on his couch, drafting a complaint email to the main residential office, another roar of laughter rang from the back wall of his apartment. Nanami groaned and slumped against the back of the couch, rubbing his aching forehead. This much irritation canât be good for him.
He had been spoiled by the place next to him having gone unoccupied for so long. Heâs lived in this apartment for two years, going on a third, and nearly all of that time has been spent with no one next door. At first he assumed he was just sensitive and needed to acclimate to having someone nearby, but it was like you were broadcasting every sound directly into his living room.
The worst part was the bedroom walls. He deduced that the layout of your apartment must be a direct mirror of his own, inverted but identical, meaning the back wall of his bedroom must be the back wall of your bedroom as well. He could hear the noise from you sleeping with your television on, a terrible habit that he abhorred. He could hear the music you would play in the mornings when you were presumably getting ready for work. And for you to be so curt with him when he politely tries to let you know how easily he can hear you? It was unreasonable.Â
The first time had been within the second week of you moving in. You were setting up some furniture, sounds of hammering, scooting, drilling ringing through the walls and keeping him from sleeping in on a SUNDAY morning. He had gotten up from bed, thrown on some more presentable loungewear and knocked on your door. That was the first time he had really seen you, kind eyes, pretty smile, smooth, even skin. You smiled up at him when you opened the door, all too awake for such early weekend hours.Â
âExcuse me. My name is Nanami Kento, I live next door. Would you mind keeping the noise down a bit? Itâs still pretty early.âÂ
Your smile sagged a bit, âsure! Iâm sorry, I guess Iâm getting used to how thin the walls are here. Iâll keep it down.âÂ
âThank you.â He nodded, âandâŠwelcome to the building.âÂ
âThank you! Itâs nice to meet you.â You had smiled back at him, small dimples appearing by your mouth.Â
He could have fallen for you, allowed himself the rare indulgence of crushing on you. If that had been your only offense.Â
The second incident was how he discovered that your bedrooms shared a wall. He had come home late from the gym. It was around two o'clock in the morning, he drug himself back home and into the shower, sleeping threatening to take him even under the heavy spray. Work had been about four hours too long, his head was aching, his workout had offered some relief but the only thing that would truly fix it at this point was the hard reset of sleep. Nanami pulled himself into bed, not even bothering to dress, choosing to ignore the remaining water that would sink into his sheets. That would be a problem for another day. Head on the pillow, cool bedding soothing his heated skin he could barely contain how excited he was to finally sleep, when he heard it.Â
âo-ohâŠ.âÂ
It was so faint he assumed it was in his head, the product of an oncoming dream seeping over into his waking world. Ears tuning in against his will, he was able to hear the faint buzzing. He shot up, renewed energy brought about by the awareness of what was happening next door. You, his neighbor, were masturbating and he could hear you. He felt his ears get hot, his heart quicken, and --- oh christ his pants tighten. Soft moans sounding through the wall, quickening in pace, buzzing battering his brain to mush as he began to panic. He didnât want to listen, it was wrong, this was wrong. Fuck, was his mouth watering?Â
Fuck. fuck. Fuck!
He squeezed his eyes shut, covering his face with his pillow, clamping the cushion around his head over his ears in desperation. Nanami was relieved when your wimpers were snuffed out. Under the darkness of his pillow he hoped he could finally begin to fall asleep, but through the void an image began to appear behind his eyes. You, his pretty neighbor laying on your back, legs open, finger in your mouth trying to quiet yourself. How ineffective. You had been just the slightest bit sweaty when he first spoke to you. The act of dragging and pushing furniture having given your skin the slightest sheen. He was willing to bet that you had a similar glow about you now; working a toy between your legs, bed covers discarded at your ankles, a wet spot growing underneath your shaking hips---
FUCK.
Nanami sat up in a jerk, shaking his head side to side as though he could physically dislodge the picture out of his mind through one of his ears. With the pillow removed he could hear your moans rising in pitch, his dick pulsed. Fuck, this was so wrong. Were you about to climax? His heart was pounding, he was rock solid between his legs, he gripped the bed sheets tight to restrain himself from caving and pumping himself into oblivion with you. In the sickest part of his mind he wanted to press his ear up to the adjoining wall, listening to your languid moans, indulging himself fully in your passion.Â
Finally, as though fate could feel his resolve starting to crumble, he heard a long high pitch whine escape through the drywall. Then silence. Then the sound of laughter from whatever tv show you put on to go to sleep. He was panting, trying to catch his breath, much as he imagined you were. He laid back against his pillow, staring up to the ceiling, mind reeling over the possibility of this happening again. How could he avoid this in the future? Should he politely inform you of the mirrored apartment layout and the thinness of the walls?Â
Nanami purchased a white noise machine the following day. Only after stopping by your apartment and asking you to keep the television noise lower at night, saying he was a light sleeper. He hoped you would make the connection that he was struggling towards, voice clipped and cheeks blushing furiously as he nodded and retreated to his own domicile. He leaned up the door as he shut it behind himself, sighing in relief, praying that this would be the end of it and he could forget the saccharine sweet sound of your moans. Â
The third incident was far less indecent, but no less annoying. He was home early from work, having taken off an hour or so before he usually would as he completed a big project that had taken over two weeks and was dead tired. All he wanted was to eat dinner, watch a movie, relax and push all the numbers and negotiations out of his head. Apparently you had the same idea. When you arrived home, he knew because your slamming door shook his wall as well. It had been a week or so since he last heard you but still the sound brought a crimson flush to his face. He didnât hear much after that for about a half hour, that is, until you turned on your music. Loud, bossa nova or jazz or whatever it was sponging into the insulation between your two abodes and resounding around his own apartment. He couldnât hear the movie he had put on, he couldnât enjoy his dinner, hellâ he could barely think. He had given you a pass when it was intimate noise but this was unruly and excessive.Â
He stomped out into the hallway, the music echoing out there as well. And over to your door. He knocked, maybe a bit too hard, and waited for your arrival. When you did open the door, after just enough time for him to consider knocking again, he once again had to look down to meet your eye line. Music flooded out from the doorway, warm amber light, and the smell of sizzling peppers and oil wafting out, carried by the soundwaves.Â
âHello again, neighbor!â You greeted him, smiling warmly with big, full eyes.Â
âThe music.â He hadnât meant to sound so stiff, he had intended to greet you politely and remind you of the wall's thinness but he had had it. Here you were enjoying your cooking and music and inhibiting his ability to do the same, it was unfair, unjust.Â
You sighed leaning against the door frame huffing out, âWe just can't seem to find a comfortable level, huh? You picked a good movie, very suspenseful soundtrack, one of my favorites actually.âÂ
Nanami straightened up like a shot, how could he have been so stupid? His television was right up against the âbackâ wall of his apartment, right against your kitchen wall. The sounds of his apartment, although infrequent, had echoed through your walls too. How many sounds, he wondered.Â
âYou--Iâm sorry, I didnât realize.â He began but then hardened again, âYou should have told me to turn it down, I would have been more than happy to oblige.âÂ
âHm.â Your lips formed a tight line, âIâm not really into ordering strangers around in their own homes.âÂ
It was the first and only time you had sassed off to him. He was taken aback, he could feel his neck heating up under the collar of his shirt, his fists balling up at his sides as he furrows his brow at your disrespect.Â
Scoffing, he finds the words, âjust be courteous to your neighbors.âÂ
Nanami descends down the hallway, flexing and un-flexing his hands in measured attempts at cooling himself, before he could step into his apartment you called down after him.Â
âThe therapist was dead the whole time, thatâs why his wife won't speak to him! The guy at the beginning shot and killed him!â You shouted and slammed the door behind you. Â
It was an incredibly childish move on your part. If someone had done that to you, or if you had even heard of someone desecrating the ending of one of the best mystery thrillers of all time, you would have been furious. But something about this man brought out such pettiness in you. You couldn't help it. You half expected him to knock again and berate you for spoiling his night once again, but instead you heard the sound of his apartment door shutting and the movie resume.Â
Credit for sticking it out and watching the movie anyway. You couldn't help but smirk a bit, impressed.Â
It has enough legs to stand on its own even without the twist, it really is a good movie, you felt bad for wrecking it. It really was one of your favorites, similar tastes. Maybe this whole time you could have been friends. Although, you couldn't imagine being friends with someone so stuffy and entitled. It didnât matter that he watched some of the same movies, so did lots of people. It didnât matter that he was handsome and well dressed. It didnât matter that when he played music in the mornings it overlapped with your favorite artists. He was an ass and never even bothered to introduce himself once before complaining about you.Â
This back and forth had brought you all the way to tonight, him trying to reign in your party, stifling your enjoyment of it and making you hyper aware of every loud burst of laughter or adjustment of the volume. Despite your efforts to ignore it at this point, the desire to be a courteous neighbor occasionally won you over and you found yourself engaging in more subtle, intimate conversations, lowering the music and talking softer.Â
When the party finally came to an end and your friends kissed you goodbye and left, giggling down the hall, you waved to them and watched as they slipped down the hallway. Your eyes fell on the neighboring apartment's door, you checked the time. It was just after ten, Nanami was probably asleep, snoozing soundly after having gotten his words in about your party and your carelessness. Feeling the bile of anger rising in your throat, you decided to turn back and retreat to your own apartment. The soft unlocking sound brought you back to the empty hall.Â
Nanami stepped out, wearing a pair of expensive looking sweatpants and a dark grey sweatshirt. Even through such baggy clothing you could see his impeccable build, thick, ropey neck, broad shoulders, long, sturdy legs. His hair was down and unstyled, sandy stranded falling onto his forehead, some even extending far enough to brush against the bridge of his nose. A pair of headphones hung around his neck. He looked right back at you. Â
âYouâve had headphones this whole time?â Was all you could think to say.Â
âEveryone has headphones.â He shrugged leaning against his door frame.Â
You wanted to think of something snappy to say back, but your tongue felt fat in your mouth. You had never seen him like this before, completely undone, hair mussed, body relaxed in place of his rigid posture, clearly exhausted enough that bothering you would be too much energy.Â
âYour friends leave?â He asked, peeking down the hallway past you.Â
âMmhm. Right on time.â You pointed to your wrist where a watch would be.
To your surprise a low chuckle emanated from his chest. It was warm and hearty and genuine. The sound tugged at your stomach. No -- lower than that. Maybe it was the wine, or your friend's insistence on his beauty that made him have this effect on you suddenly.Â
âSounded like a good party.â His voice mimicked his earlier clipped irritation but it felt less authentic this time, as though he were playing a part.Â
âIt was.â You smile already nostalgic for the company of your friends, their warm energy, âYou could come to the next one, you know. We donât actually have to not like each other.â
Nanamiâs head cocked to the side a bit, dark amber eyes crinkling in confusion, âI donât not like you.âÂ
You almost laughed out loud, to think that he could pretend that this whole time he has just been being neighborly?Â
âRight. Because badgering people every other week for three months over petty shit is something you do to people you like.âÂ
Nanami made a small clicking sound, âThereâs justâŠRules. Itâs not personal, youâre just loud and other people live here. I donât not like you!â
âIâm not loud!â You shouted, which did not help your argument, âYouâre just uptight.âÂ
âIâm not uptight! There are rules, both in this apartment and just socially! Who blasts music at eight am on a sunday?â Nanami stepped closer to you, almost at the midway point between your apartment doors.Â
âWho goes to the gym and comes back slamming doors at two in the morning? You donât hear me complaining about that, even though it happens every night.â You matched his advance, standing at the equivalent point to wear your living room wall would meet his inside of your apartment, âSome people are trying to sleep.âÂ
Nanami couldnât stop the words before they spilled out, he leaned his head down to you venomously, âDoesnât sound like a lot of sleeping to me.âÂ
Your eyes flew open, your chest caved and your throat knotted. You searched desperately for another meaning, scrambling your brain for recent late night annoyances he could be referring to, but you knew. And he knew too. Shames burned your cheeks, you felt so exposed.Â
âYouâve been listening to me?â You gasped, âWhat are you, some kind of pervert?â
âPervert?â Nanami gaped at you, âOur bedrooms share a wall, Iâm not staying up late to listen to your little audio drama. You're whimpering practically loud enough for everyone on the street to hear.â
You flushed deeper, cheeks practically on fire, ây-you should have said something.âÂ
Nanami sighed, âIâve been trying!âÂ
You started to put things together. His flushed, nervous expression whenever you ran into each other in the mail room or the hallway. The increasingly sterile way he spoke to you about the noise. This whole time he had heard youâŠintimatelyâŠand tried to tell you as discreetly as he could. A bit too discreetly.Â
You buried your face in your hands, âFuck. Iâm so embarrassed.âÂ
Nanamiâs gut twisted at your distress. This was the exact situation he wanted to avoid, he didnât want to embarrass you, he didnât even want to tell you if he didnât have to. For the first time in this whole mess, he touched you. He reached out and gripped your shoulder lightly. The heat of his palm warmed your clammy, shame soaked skin.Â
âDonât be embarrassed. ItâsâŠpersonal and I understand that, but itâs not anything to be embarrassed about.â He attempted to soothe you, his thumb experimenting with small strokes.Â
You looked up at him, swallowing down the lump in your throat, âI never hear youâŠdo that. You probably think I'm some weird sex freak.âÂ
A soft rosy blush came over his nose and cheeks.Â
He decided to try and level the vulnerability, âI-uhâŠusuallyâŠdo that⊠in the shower.âÂ
Suddenly his hand on your shoulder felt hot and heavy, he wasn't sure if he should remove it or if that would send the wrong message. What message was he hoping to send? This had suddenly become loaded and confusing.Â
You nodded in response, feeling a bit better now that he had exposed part of himself to you. You couldn't keep your mind from picturing him breathing hard in a steam filled shower, his head falling back in pleasure, hand running down his body to pump his-----
Fuck!
âI donât think youâre a weird sex freak.â Nanami offered.Â
âThanks.â You let out a small laugh.
You looked up at him, catching his teak wood eyes. Long, dark lashes encircled them, a light dusting of freckles resting atop his chiseled cheekbones. Shapely, rose hued lips were parted slightly as he looked down at you. The air between the two of you became thick and sticky. He was curved over you slightly, maybe even subconsciously.Â
âCan I ask you something?â He whispered, just barely loud enough to hear.Â
âAboutâŠthat?âÂ
He nodded.Â
You nodded.Â
Nanami swallowed, eyes scanning over your lips, âI havenâtâŠheard anyone elseâŠwith you.â
You waited a moment, âThat isnât a question.âÂ
âYou sound, sometimes, like you mightâŠwant some help.â Nanami leaned in closer, his eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes, âDo you?â
Your breath left you, your voice had long abandoned you, you could only try desperately to parse out how you had gotten here. He waited patiently for an answer, suddenly suave and confident. He had always been self assured, you just assumed it was arrogant entitlement. It never occurred to you that he could be so charming, so flirtatious. He knew what he was offering, you knew what this would mean. The instances of rigidity morphed in your memory into a heated chase, reaching its end here and now. You had been caught.Â
Finally, you nodded your head, âYes.âÂ
He closed the distance between you, pressing his hot lips to yours in an instant. The hand from your shoulder moved to the back of your neck, pulling your chest against his, as the other arms snaked around your waist. After the initial moment of shock, you moved your arms around him to grip his rippling back. The first kiss is long, passionate and deep, his arms feel so strong around you, you can feel the curves and cuts of muscles that you hadn't even considered. He pulls away only for a second to move his head to the side and realign himself to give you a hot, fevered open mouthed kiss, sliding his tongue between your lips and massaging it against yours. You felt dizzy, gripping him tighter, for stability of course, you move your hands up his back and brush your fingers against the cropped undercut at the nape of his neck. He let out a low moan, almost like a purr, into your mouth. You couldnât help but smile a bit, testing it again and pulling another throaty sound from him. You pulled your lips away momentarily.Â
âI see why you need the shower.â You tease.
He nods against your forehead, catching his breath. You capture him in another kiss, leading him clumsily back to your apartment door, struggling with the knob a bit before he reaches around your hip to turn it for you and push inside, using his foot to swing the door shut behind him. Leaning back against your front door, he pulls you close to him once again, holding your body close to his, feeling the heat and weight of you in his arms. The way your apartment smells, like food and candles, earthy scented; sandalwood, laurel, magnolia. The dim, warm secondary lighting. He absorbs it all. It's so, you.Â
Your tongue is moving against his now, and he finds himself being kissed as much as he is kissing. He likes how active it is, no part of you feels not focused on him at this moment and he's so grateful. You lead him back to your bedroom, exactly where his own would be on the other side. He lets his hand travel down your back, feeling down to your waist and over your hips, experimentally gripping the flesh there. Fuck, when you werent annoying the life force out of him, you were so gorgeous. A beautiful, full, womanâs body, confident movements, alluring in every sense of the word. Your bedroom was the same as his, no shock there, still just slightly too small to comfortably house a king bed, which he cursed himself for squeezing in. You had a queen, a perfect size, the window on the side wall had sheer cream colored curtains allowing moonlight to coat the room in a magic, blue glow. You had pulled away from him, doing some light mood setting, lighting a bedside candle, brushing discarded clothes and a book from your bed. He recognized the cover of your book, he had read it too last year.Â
âShe dumps the creepy coworker guy and goes back to working at another store. Itâs incredibly cathartic. A shame youâll miss out on it.â He runs his spine down the copy of your book on your bed, lifting it and flipping through a few pages, a devious smile itching the corners of his lips.Â
You look at him, eyebrows raised in alarm.Â
Nanami shrugged, âyou ruined my movie. I ruin your bookâs ending. Good read though.âÂ
To his surprise, you laughed through a wide smile, âIt is a good read, especially the second time.âÂ
He laughed and shook his head. It was maybe the first time you had seen him actually smile, warm and easy. The just starting lines on his face extending around his mouth in little arches. He really was radiant, sharp features highlighted by the dream like light of the bedroom, blues and amber licking shadows over his face as the firelight moves. The laughter fades and you both look into one another. He looks over your features, lips swollen from his kiss, your eyes meeting his in a trusting, conspiratorial gaze. He feels his lips twitch again into a smile, and steps towards you.Â
âYouâre so beautiful.â He cups your face, tenderly, his other hand circling your waist as he brings you to his lips.Â
The kiss has morphed into something deeper, kinder, less fevered, more focused and somehow even more passionate. When his tongue enters your mouth its not pushed or pressed, it slides languidly and easily against your own. As a polyglotâs tongue drips words, his drips kisses, sensuality. Your hands find the hem of his sweatshirt, slipping underneath, feeling the hardness of toned muscle and bone underneath. You did hear him return from the gym at god awful hours, it makes sense that he has something to show for it. Nanami hisses as you slide your hands around his hips to his back, moving up further, feeling every valley and peak of his hard work. Spurred by your action, he mirrors you, moving his hand under your shirt. Instead of following your lead, he opts to go for the front, gliding his hand up your abdomen and cupping your breast in his hand over your bra. He gives it a small squeeze, making you squeak. Another throaty hum comes from his chest.Â
He guides you with his hips, not breaking the kiss just yet to seat you on the bed, with him stood between your legs. Encouraged by your pawing at his torso, he breaks from your lips to remove his sweatshirt, revealing rows of carefully built abdominal muscles, as you had felt already. What you didn't expect was the melange of scars in various stages of healing across his chest, stomach, and shoulders. Some white and flat against the surface, some pink and recessed still healing themselves. You couldn't help the small gasp you sucked in at the sight.Â
What the hell happened to him? Or was it still happening to him?
âIt's just skin, grows right back after enough time.â Nanami looked down at himself, following your eyeline across his body.Â
You sat up further, carefully moving your hand over his toned stomach, across a particularly large, although healed line on his side.Â
âSeriously, itâs--â Nanami started but you cut him off by removing your own shirt, pointing to a scar on the lower right side of your stomach, above your hip bone.Â
âAppendectomy.â You smile at him wickedly, âYouâre not so tough.â Â
Nanami canât help but chuckle, rolling his eyes and climbing over you onto the bed.Â
âI didnât realize I was in the bed of such a badass.â one of his big hands moves over your barely scarred hip, then up your side.Â
You moan and arch up at his touch trying to control your shaking breath, âm-mhm, Iâm very b-bad a-aâŠâ
Another moan consumes your sentence as he kisses the side of your neck. Taking his time to suck and lick at the soft skin from your shoulder to behind your ear. You make no effort to hide how good it makes you feel, squeezing his large, tight bicep and rocking against him, head lolling to the side.Â
âThatâs right, you are very bad.â Nanami bites lightly at your jugular point.Â
You whimper against him, his teeth on your neck setting your body ablaze. You nod.Â
âYouâve been such a bad girl, whimpering just like that all night while i'm trying to sleep. Pretending you donât know I can hear you.â The dirty words drip off of him like honey directly into your waiting mouth.Â
He has moved to hover completely over you, one hand on your thigh, pulling it around his hip, leaning on the other crooked near your head. You can feel his hips against yours, even through his pants you can feel how hard he has become. He can certainly feel how hot and wet you are becoming, you pray that your panties and pants are helping you maintain some kind of decency. That prayer goes unanswered as Nanami moves his hand from your thigh to between your hot writhing bodies, cupping your sex.Â
âIs this what you need, baby? You need someone to help you feel good?â He whispers into your ear, one finger starting to move up and down your clothed slit.Â
You nod before you can speak.Â
âAsk me. Ask for my help, baby.â He grunts against you, you can no longer feel his erection pressed against you, but you can hear his voice becoming strained and rougher, indicating his own resolve has wavered as much as yours has.Â
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him back to your lips and plead into a kiss.Â
âPlease, please Nanami, please help me.â The kiss is sloppy and wet, saliva and sweat spilling between desperate lips.Â
âKento, please. When Iâm fucking you, please use my first name.â He snakes an arm between your body and the mattress and removes your bra, moving down your body with hot, wet kisses.Â
You arch up again, the eroticism of being undressed by him titillating your sense beyond your imagination. He latches onto one of your hard nipples, swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh, dark eyes watching closely for your reactions.Â
âKentoâŠoh Kento.â You try the name out, it fits perfectly in your mouth, tastes like honey when you speak it.
It was like he was studying you, gauging reactions and preferences in fractions of a second that other partners had been too hurried to discover. You returned your hands to his hair, threading your fingers and his blonde strands together. He bit and sucked and kissed and lapped at your breasts, giving each one equal, focused attention, squeezing them together and separately like he could never get enough. Finally he detached, a string of saliva connecting him to your skin. His eyes flicked up at you, catching his breath and moving down your body further, his hands moving over the waistband of your pants. Your breath hitched up in anticipation, your bottom lip clamped between your teeth. He met your eyes and searched for any sign of hesitation, if he were to allow his mind to process what was happening he might have stopped himself, citing how messy it could be to be involved in a sexual tet-a-tet with his next door neighbor, perhaps you were doing exactly that.Â
But you moved your hand over the side of his face, brushing a few strands of hair off his forehead, smiling sweetly.Â
âPlease KentoâŠI need your help,â your voice was so sweet and so soft as you pleaded with him, â....please.âÂ
He kisses underneath your navel and slides your pants off of your legs, discarding them onto your bedroom floor. He took the moment of readjustment to remove his own pants, leaving both of you in only your underwear. He moved back in between your legs, he could practically see through your flimsy white panties, wetness having made the fabric dark and molded to your skin. He could see the curve of your labia, where they separated, the inner folds hidden but begging for him. Wetness has spread to your thighs, making your skin glisten and sparkle. He looped his thumbs into the band of your panties and slipped them off, joining the mess of clothes already on the floor. Now bare before him, he could feel himself drooling at the sight of you spread out on your bed. Just as he had imagined you, no. No, much better than he could have imagined. Soft, full body, marks blooming on your skin from his kiss, chest heaving and jiggling in turn as you pant for him. Between your legs a perfect oasis of petals waiting for him to part and indulge himself.Â
â...stop staring..â Your cheeks burned as he sat back taking you in.Â
Nanami leaned down, lips nearly brushing your mound, âIâm admiring.â
You open your mouth to say something sassy but he licks up your slit, silencing you. He smiles a cocky smile at you and does it again, this time taking even more time to reach the top.Â
Heâs fucked. He knows it from the first taste. He has always had a proclivity and a preference for eating pussy, enjoyed and indulged in the tastes of many women, but none like this. None that have brought him into a haze with a single taste. He dives further, separating your outer lips with two v-ed fingers, showing him the pearl of your clit and your drooling hole. He experiments with pushing his tongue into you, hearing and gauging your moans. It feels good, so good, but he knows he can do more. Feeding his tongue into you once more before he flattens it against you and laps up to your clit again and again. Your hips buck up at that, one of his big hands presses down on your stomach, keeping you in place. He swirls his devilâs tongue around your clit again and again in an agonizing whirlpool before sucking hard at the swollen bud. You can't contain the cries and whimpers spilling from you, you try to move against his hand, you try to pull at his hair to detach him from you, offering you a moment to catch your breath but he doesn't move an inch. Heâs a messy eater, chin and nose dripping just as much as his mouth. Heâs a loud eater too, moaning at your taste, at the sound of you writhing for him, grunting as his hips rut against your mattress unwittingly.Â
âK-kento, I--I think IâŠâ You struggle to string together cohesive words but the fevered lapping between your legs keeps you stammering.Â
âGo ahead, baby. Cum on my tongue.â Nanamiâs voice was low and gravely, full of need and desperation of his own.Â
But this was different, there was a tightness in your abdomen that was unfamiliar, you were confused and panting, worried that something else may happen.Â
âW-wait, I--â You tried to move yourself onto your elbows just as Nanami pressed further down on your stomach.Â
Before you knew it you were cumming, squirting into his mouth, onto your sheets. You cried out in one long pleasure filled scream, partially his name, partially just exaltation. Nanami drinks from you like a holy well, reverent and indulgent all at once. As though he may never taste you again. FInally he lets you push him off of your twitching sex. His face is soaked, he licks his lips, fingers too, anything that may carry some of your release. You watch him with hazy, drunken eyes. Sat back on his heels, coming out of his own cloud of pleasure, he watches you come back to your body. You look beautiful, panting on your back for him. He leans over you again and kisses your lips softly, then deeper, and deeper still. His tongue tastes like you, your hands are quick to pull his hips to yours.Â
âThink you can go again?â Kento huffs out as your grind against his clothed crotch, he can feel the wetness of your climax seeping into his boxers, commingling with his own leaking anticipation.Â
âI need it. Please fuck me, Kento.â You have no room for coyness or pride anymore, you have only room for him.Â
He nods, burying his head in your neck and removing his boxers with your frantic help. You feel his hard length freed against your thigh. Heâs bigger than you imagined, thick and leaking already. You wanted to taste the beading precum, feel the heat and weight of him in your mouth, but you would have to find another time because Nanami was just as desperate to be inside of you as you were to be filled by him. He lined himself up with your begging hole, not yet pushing inside. He looks into your eyes before kissing you, hard and deep, no barriers, no holding back, as he pushes into you. Heâs thicker than you even thought, the stretch burning as you arch up into him, whimpering.Â
âTake it all baby. I know, I know, just a bit more. You can take it.â He soothes against your lips, thrusting further.
You let out a small, cracked cry as he continues, pressing kisses to your neck. You rake your nails across his hip, desperate for something to cling to. Youâre grateful for your surprisingly wet climax earlier, the lubrication helping to ease the insertion. When he finally bottoms out, and you feel his hips flush against yours, he stills. His tip is kissing your cervix, he's trembling above you as he too struggles to adjust to the tight fit.Â
âYou feel so fucking good, youâre so tight, so fucking wet for me.â He mutters against your neck, your jaw, anywhere he can find to kiss.Â
âFuuuuuuck, Kento.â Your pain finally gives way to pleasure.Â
Just in time for him to pull his hips back slightly and thrust into you further. Both of you moan into the silence of the bedroom, as he repeats this over and over. Setting a medium pace of intense thrusts deep inside of you. You're squeezing him tighter and tighter.Â
âPlease baby, relax a bit. I canât move much more.â Nanami begs, moving one hand to your clit and circling it gently, attempting to extend your pleasure.Â
You try to obey, taking a deep breath and allowing him to make you feel good, as he promised. You release some tension and find his pace more languid and fluid, assisted by his careful thumbing of your clit. Your hands move up and grip the pillow behind you as he increases his pace, pumping into you faster and faster by just a deep. A dance begins with your two bodies, moving in sync, maximizing the joint pleasure.Â
âFuck! Ah, baby. Yes!â
âOh! Kento, Kento! Yes!! Right there, fuck!â
âThere? You like that? Of course you do, bad girlâ
âUh huh, Fuck me like a bad girl, Kento! FuckâÂ
Cries of pleasure fill the room, Kento luxuriates in the fact that his own bedroom, sitting empty, is just on the other side of the wall, where the headboard is smacking rhythmically. He brings you to another mind melting orgasm with his thumb and cock working in tandem. You whimper out praises of his skill, his size, his words, Him. Once you have caught yourself again from the freefall of climax, you sit up, pushing on his shoulders. He's too big of a man for you to really push, but he sees your desire and rolls the pair of you so that he is now on his back. Your thighs ache already from being spread so long, but not to be out fucked you hitch your hips up and down his length as fast and accurately as you can. His hands settle on your hips, squeezing bruises into the supple flesh.Â
âFuck baby.â His jaw hangs open as he watches you bounce and grind on him.Â
Emboldened by the blush settling on his face, you take one of his large, calloused hands from your hip and slide it up your body and to your mouth, where you suck two of his fingers into your mouth. He shudders and a dangerously loud moan spills from his lips. You swirl your tongue around his thick fingers, tasting remnants of your climaxes, tasting his heated skin. Your hips never stop, riding him and sucking his fingers. You see him sweating beneath you, eyes rolling back, mouth agape, tongue threatening to flop out. The hand on your hip squeezes and pushes you down further on him.Â
âBaby I-- Fuck!â Nananmi hoped he would catch it in time but you surprised him and he couldnât contain himself in time.Â
He holds you down on his pelvis as his cock twitches inside of you releasing a heavy load of white into you. You both let out long, whining moans as he fucks up into you desperately. After his long release has completed, Nanami pulls his fingers from your lips and pulls you down to kiss him, whimpering as your shifting squeezes his overstimulated cock. The kiss is sticky with cum and sweat and spit, and delicious all the same. The combined flavors of your endeavor sweeter than any wine, better than any meal you could have shared over a candle lit dinner. Nanami licks into your mouth, holding you flush against his chest as his cock begins to soften inside of you. You pull away enough to look at him, foreheads still pressed together. You smile, and he smiles back, so warm and relaxed. He takes in a breath to speakÂ
THUNK THUNK THUNKâŠâŠâŠ.THUNK THUNK THUNKÂ
You two look at one another. The confusion apparent on both of your faces as the knocking continues. You pull off of him, already mourning the feeling of his cock no longer inside of you. Nanami is ready to kill whoever is on the other side of the door for pulling him away from your tight, wet heat. You wrap yourself in your bathrobe, and Kento pulls on his sweatpants. You both exit your bedroom, although you want to assure Nanami he doesn't have to come with you, it feels comforting to have him there when answering the door at night. If he weren't in the room with you, you would have assumed it was him at the door, but since it canât be you are lost for who could be knocking so late.Â
THUNK THUNK THUNK
You open the door to find Mrs. Sonomura, your neighbor across the hall. You often watched her collection of houseplants when she went out of town to visit her daughter. Her cheeks were dark pink and she was wearing her housecoat. You pulled the top of your robe tighter over your chest, praying your hair which you had not thought to fix wasn't too obvious. Â
âGood Evening, Mrs. Sonomura. W-what can I do for you?â
She took you in and flushed even deeper, âI-I heard shouting and IâŠwell..â
You were mortified, knowing that any respect this woman had for you must have completely dissolved. Before she, or you, could speak, you felt a heavy hand clap over your shoulder and Nanamiâs body came behind yours. He had donned his sweatshirt quickly at the sight of Mrs. Sonomura.Â
âMy apologies, Mrs. Sonomure. I came over to complain about how loud her party had been tonight and I suppose things got a bit heated. I apologize for the yelling, weâre trying to find a way to be moreâŠ.neighborly.â He looked straight at Mrs. Sonomura, smiling a charming smile, all while squeezing your shoulder.Â
Mrs. Sonomura nodded hurriedly, seemingly happy to take such an obvious lie in place of the uncomfortable truth.Â
âWell, I trust the two of you can work it out with the front office. Please keep it down after quiet hours.â
You nodded, âSo sorry, Mrs. Sonomura. It won't happen again, Goodnight.â
You waved and watched her enter her apartment before shutting the door to your own. Nanami cocked his head down at you.Â
âWon't happen again, huh?â He teased.Â
âOh shut up. We should be careful letting our âargumentsâ get too loud again.â you sighed out, just relieved to have avoided the complete mortification of your kind, older neighbor thinking you're a slut, âThose walls really are thin.âÂ
Nanami wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in to kiss the top of your head. You hugged him, pressing your face into his chest.Â
âYou should probably spend the night.â You turned your face to the side, pressing your cheek against him as you spoke, âIâd hate for something to happen to you taking the train this late.â
Nanami laughed, you could hear it resonate from his chest, âThatâs a good point. Iâd hate to walk home in this weather.âÂ
The pair of you smiled before you led him back into your bedroom to sleep.Â
OKAY YALL: I really hope you guys enjoyed this one, its been bouncing around in my head for a while and im so pleased with how it came out. Bonus Points if you know what movie//book got spoiled. Anyway, love you guys, and always i would love to know what you thought or if you have any ideas of your own! XX- Doodle.
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Steddie Week 2024
July 5th Prompt: Reunion
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 6 | Day 7
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âBabe,â Eddie calls from the kitchen. Steveâs in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, so he garbles out an unintelligible one minute! before quickly finishing.
He walks into the kitchen, tugging at the collar of his shirt. âWhatâs up?â
Eddieâs eyes are dancing with mirth as he helps Steve fix his collar. âYouâll never guess what just came in the mail.â
Steve raises a brow. âYouâre acting like my parents are groveling at the door right now.â
Eddie barks out a laugh. âOh, sweetheart, no. Iâd very much be laughing in their faces if thatâs what was happening.â He grabs Steveâs glasses from the counter heâd forgotten them on last night, unfolds them, and carefully slides them on Steveâs face. âNo migraines,â he murmurs, and Steveâs hit with a rush of love so big he just has to tell Eddie.
âI love you.â
Eddie smiles softly; a small, disbelieving, hopeful thing thatâs never changed from the first time Steve said it. âAnd I, my love,â he murmurs back. âBut no, itâs not your parents.â His grin grows into a giggle. âItâs fuckinïżœïżœ Hawkins High.â
Steve makes a face. âItâs still standing?â
Eddie snorts. âApparently-fucking-ly.â He grabs two letters; one with Steveâs name, one with Eddieâs. âOne letter for each of us. I already opened mine. Itâs a reunion.â
Steve furrows his brows, rips into the envelope, pulls the paper out. âHawkins High School⊠forty-year reunion⊠de-â he frowns up at Eddie. âDecennial?â
Eddie hums, nods. âEvery ten years. God knows where our other ones went.â
Steve hums. âGuess we can throw these in the trash, huh?â
Eddie shifts. âYou donât want to go?â
Steve stares at him incredulously. âYou do? You, Eddie Munson, want to go back to the place whereâand these are your words, hereâapart from our group of friends, only the- the backwoods of inbreeding resides?â
Eddie cackles. âOh yeah, I did say that, didnât I?â Heâs delighted. Steveâs finding it hard not to smile in the face of that joy.
âSo you want to go back?â
Eddie shrugs. âThink about it,â he requests. âI donât want to go to see how anyone else is doing. Frankly, I donât have the time to give two shits about them. But you know Iâll always jump at the chance to show you off.â
Steve raises both eyebrows this time. âYou want to show me off? In fucking Hawkins?â
Eddie deflates. âYou donât want to go.â
Steve shakes his head. âNo, babe, thatâs not what Iâm saying. Iâm saying that even though itâs legal, even though weâre officially married now, if thereâs one place that isnât gonna be acceptingâŠâ he trails off, lets Eddie finish the thought for himself.
âWhat if I convince Nancy to come?â
âWell, sheâll have to come if we go, wonât she? Cause you know sheâll go anywhere Robin does, and Robinâs gonna follow me, soâŠâ
Eddie snickers. âOkay, yeah, fair enough. But babe, weâll have Nancy and Robin on our side. The three of you took on Vecna, I think you can take on some overweight, washed-up, balding fifty-something-year-old.â He squeezes at Steveâs biceps, and Steve tries not to preen.
Heâs proud of the care heâs shown his body, heâs proud of the way he looks, heâs proud that Eddie likes the way he looks. He can feel his resolve waning, is about to tell Eddie fuck it, letâs go, when his phone rings.
He pats his pockets, looks around for it. âRoom,â Eddie supplies, and Steve gratefully peck his cheek before jogging to their room, where itâs laying on his nightstand. Eddie walks in as he answers it, having followed at a more sedate pace. âHello?â
âAre you going to the reunion?â
âHey, Robbie,â Steve chuckles, meets Eddieâs eyes. âYeah, we are.â
âYes!â She cheers. âYouâre the best, weâre getting joint hotel rooms, right?â
He laughs and sits on the edge of the bed. âItâs Hawkins, Robs, I donât think it has anything quite that fancy.â
Robin groans, loud and long enough that both Steve and Eddie have to stifle their giggles. âBut I havenât seen you in forever!â
âItâs been barely a week, Robbie.â
âThatâs what I said!â
He relents. âI know. I miss you too. Weâll see you there?â
âYeah,â she agrees, and hangs up.
Steve looks at Eddie, amused. âI guess weâd better pack. And you should tell the guys, donât you have something going on that day?â
âOh, shit,â Eddie says, and runs to the living room for his phone.
Steve surveys their room and sighs. He calls out to Eddie, âbring me a notepad on your way back, please!â
Eddie does, so he sets to work making a list for everything they need to pack while Eddie types away, postponing his plans.
While they might not get joint hotel rooms, Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy are carpooling back to Hawkins in Robinâs van. Sheâs driving, Nancyâs in the passenger seat, Steveâs right behind Robin and Eddieâs right behind Nancy. Their luggage is piled precariously in the back, meaning every time Robin turns, the luggage slides from one side of the van to the other. Steve, with his mostly-undiagnosed OCD, flinches every time. And every time, Eddie pats his hand.
Besides the shifting suitcases, itâs a nice ride, even if Steve does grab Eddieâs hand and squeeze, just a hair tightly, whenever they pass the Welcome to Hawkins! sign.
Everyone gets a little quiet, after that. Robin fumbles with the radio, and Eddie perks up. âThis song,â he says, practically bouncing in his seat.
Steve snorts. âIron Maiden,â he tells her.
âThe fact that you know that-â
âIt gets worse,â he tells her, grinning. âThe song is called Wasted Years. I know all the words.â
Robin grins, turns the volume up.
The jokeâs really on her, though, because sheâs always been good at music, patterns, and sheâs singing the chorus with him and Eddie by the time they get to the end of the song, Nancy laughing at them. âSo understand,â they sing, Robin glancing in the rearview mirror, Steve looking from her to Eddie and back again. âDonât waste your time always searching for those wasted years. Face up, make this stand. And realize youâre living in the golden years!â
Steve and Eddie are practically screaming it at each other by the last line. Robinâs given up to join Nancy in laughing at them. Steve joins in as Eddie plays air guitar to the end of the song, collapsing in a laugh when itâs finally over.
âOkay,â Eddie says, grinning. âI think I could take on anything now.â
âYeah?â Nancy asks, pointing ahead. âYouâre ready for the reunion?â
Theyâd decided, since the last time they took a proper road trip had been too many years ago, they could do it the same day as the reunion.
Theyâd forgotten how getting old, coupled with the problems every one of them still has from the Upside Down, means theyâre all very much sore from sitting in a car for upwards of five hours.
The plan was drive the five-something hours, go to the reunion, crash in the hotel, and drive back home the next day.
Steve hates the plan now and wants to go to the hotel to rest like the old man heâs letting himself be.
However unfortunate it may be, the reunion is today, which means Steve gets to suck it up, say hi to people he probably doesnât even remember anymore, and then leave.
He hops out of the car and stretches a little, laughing when Eddie attempts the same hop out of the car and almost eats asphalt. âDumbass,â he mutters. Eddie shoots him a Cheshire grin.
Before long theyâre ready to walk inside. Steve takes a breath as he passes through the doors. The hallways are the same, but the lockers are new. It still smells like teenagers and feet, he notices, wrinkling his nose. The things youâll get nose-blind to, he supposes.
The letters theyâd gotten said the reunion was to be held in the gym, so thatâs where they head.
Steve didnât know what he expected, but it wasnât a few snack tables along the edge of the room and a single Reunion of â85 banner. âGoddamn,â Eddie says from beside him, âdepressing much?â
Steve snorts in agreement and walks over to the drink table. If heâs going to talk to people, heâs at least going to have questionable-looking punch while he does.
When he turns after getting punch, he nearly runs into someone. He quickly steps back. âOh, sorry!â He looks up into the shocked face of Tommy Hagan. He blinks. âTommy?â
âSteve.â
Steve smiles. âHowâve you been?â
Tommy blinks, like he canât believe Steveâs being nice to him right now, and thatâs when Steve remembers theyâd parted on not-so-nice terms. Oh well, he wouldâve feigned politeness even if heâd remembered. âIâm good, yeah, uh, how- howâre you?â
âIâm good,â Steve agrees. âReally good. Last I remember you and Carol were dancing around each other, yeah? What happened there?â
âWe got married,â Tommy nods.
âCongratulations!â
âAnd then divorced two years later,â Tommy adds, smirking. Steve winces. âHow about you? Last I knew, it was you and Wheeler, âcept she cheated on you with Byers, yeah?â
âGod,â Steve laughs, âthat was so long ago. Yeah, that happened. We talked it through and Nance and I are really good friends now. Sheâs married to someone else, as am I, but we both keep in touch with Jon, thought heâs out in California now.â
Tommyâs brow raises. âMarried? Whoâs the lucky girl?â
A presence beside him makes Steve turn to see Eddie grinning at him. âMy ears are burning.â
âThey should be,â he laughs. âTommy, you remember Eddie?â
âMunson,â Tommy nods, then does a double take. âWait, youâre married?â
âAs of three years ago now,â Eddie says proudly. âBut together forâŠâ
âThirty-seven years,â Steve provides, smiling at his husband before turning back to Tommy. âDid you ever get remarried after Carol?â Tommy shakes his head.
Eddie whispers in Steveâs ear, âYou know he totally had the hots for you, right?â
Steve winces at the blast of static from his hearing aid and quickly shuts it off. âOw,â he mutters, grinning crookedly at Eddie, who looks apologetic. He quickly signs what heâd whispered, and Steve laughs. âDonât you remember my initial panic?â
Eddie thinks, back to when Steve had asked him whatâs gay versus friendly, becoming increasingly confused when most of the things Eddie ticked off in the gay category were things Steve and Tommy had done that Steve had thought firmly resided in the friendly category. âOh, yeah.â
Steve snorts, shakes his head, pushes him away. âGo talk to someone else. Rescue Robin, she looks like she needs it.â
âNah,â Eddie says, âshe can hold her own,â but goes anyways after a quick peck to Steveâs cheek. Steve turns the hearing aid back on.
âMan,â Tommy says wonderingly, âwhat happened to you?â
âConcussions,â Steve answers flatly. âThree of âem. Then I grew up.â He sighs, looks down at his cup, then up at Tommy. âListen, man, about what we used to do-â
Tommy winces. âI know. I had that revelation a while ago, actually, but it was definitely shitty of me.â
Steve smiles, shrugs. âYou had a crush on me. Itâs not an excuse, but it does make a certain kind of sense youâd react that way, especially considering the kind of home life you had.â He smiles self-deprecatingly. âFeel free to stop listening if the therapist side of me comes out. I swear Iâm not trying to, like, diagnose you with anything.â
Tommyâs brows raise. âYouâre a therapist?â
Steve hums affirmatively. âStarted as a school counselor, if you can believe that.â
Tommy fixes him with a wondering grin. âYâknow? I think I can see it.â
âDo my eyes deceive me,â someone says from their side, draping their arms across Steve and Tommyâs shoulders, pulling them into a hug.
Steve comes face-to-face with Carol. He grins. âHey, Carol.â
âHey, you,â she says, raking her eyes over him. âTimeâs been good to you.â
âYouâre one to talk,â Steve says happily, but its true; she doesnât look a day over forty, instead of the fifty-odd she is now. âHow are you?â
âCanât complain,â she agrees.
They go through the same song-and-dance, but this time when she asks who heâs married to, he sees Eddie juggling water bottles, talking to a couple of people. âOh, for-â he mutters, then louder, âEddie, what in the everloving fuck are you doing?â
Eddie drops a bottle, puts the other two on the table behind him, and jogs over to throw his weight onto Steve. âMaking friends.â
Steve snorts, elbows him off. âSay hi to Carol, babe.â
Carol clocks it immediately, based on the twitch of her eyebrow, but only says, âI didnât peg you two as a couple.â
âWell, yeah,â Eddie snorts, âit was Bumfuck, Indiana in the 80âs.â
Carol tilts her head in agreement, then turns to Tommy and says coolly, âTommy.â
âCarol,â he replies, tips of his ears red.
Eddie looks between them, then turns a raised eyebrow on Steve, who quickly signs, âMarried for two years a while ago. I donât know any details.â
âHe clearly is still into her.â
âI refuse to be a part of whatever youâre planning.â
Eddie pouts. âYouâre no fun.â
Carol clears her throat. âSign language?â
Steve snorts. âTurns out brains arenât supposed to get banged around. Youâve got a real good chance of messing something up that way.â
Eddie pokes his cheek. ââS not your fault.â
âNever said it was,â Steve placates.
Carol shakes her head. âHow many concussions do you have?â
Steve hums. âThree? Four?â
âThree,â Eddie corrects. âNot that we need to get into it right now.â He gives Carol a tight smile, and Steve hip-checks him.
âDown, boy,â he murmurs with a smile. âIâm alright.â He turns to Carol with a wider smile. âLong story short, the concussions caused irreparable hearing loss. Iâm almost completely deaf in my left ear, but I get by.â
âDamn,â Carol says lightly, âlife, huh?â
Steve snorts. âYou can say that again.â He tilts his head. âHow are you?â He asks. âReally?â
She gives him a crooked smile. âLetâs walk and talk.â Steve offers her his arm, which she takes with a laugh.
âHow am I,â she muses. âWell I thought I found love, but we imploded two years later. Thank god for prenups, I guess, but at the same time, that made it feel like we were doomed from the start.â
Steve hums. âEddie and I have been legally married for three years,â he tells her. âTogether for thirty-seven. Weâve got prenups. Not because we think we wonât work, but because we want the people we care about to not have to worry about any of that.â Heâs silent for a few steps. âI used to think love is out of our control. That we donât get to decide who we fall for. And maybe, to a certain extent, thatâs true. But love is also a choice you make every day. Eddie and I are still in love because we choose to be.â
âYou look at each other like youâre on your honeymoon.â
Steve giggles. âAnd to think we didnât even have a honeymoon!â
Carol laughs, too, then sobers. âYou always were more fortunate in love,â she says. âWhat do you think? Do we have a chance?â
Steve hums. âI think itâs obvious, just by looking at him, that heâs still into you.â
âNo shit.â
âSo whatâs important is how you feel. Marriage is work, Iâm not gonna lie and say itâs not. So are you ready, and I mean really ready, to work for it?â
She works her lower lip. âI think so,â she admits. âBut I- Iâm also not completely sure Iâm straight.â
âOkay,â Steve shrugs. âDo you know what he and I used to get up to?â He shrugs at her look. âIâm just saying, neither is he.â
âI mean, I definitely still like guys.â
âWell duh, youâve taken more dick than I have and Iâm married to a man.â
She snorts. âBut womenâŠâ
âI know,â Steve says sympathetically. âItâs hard, isnât it.â He pats her hand. âIf youâre ready to try, though, you need to talk to him.â He turns her around, gestures toward Tommy, who quickly looks away, cheeks burning. They both laugh softly.
Carol leans up to kiss his cheek. âThank you, Steve. Letâs keep in touch.â
âLetâs actually keep in touch,â he agrees, handing her his phone. âWhere do you live?â
âColumbus for now, but heâs in Dayton.â
Steve hums. âWeâre in Detroit.â
âWeâll do phone calls,â Carol decides, laughing.
Steve chuckles, saves her number. âPlan to meet up-â
âNever actually do-â
âOh, Carol, itâs been so long-â
They both break off into giggles. âYouâre fun,â she decides. âI wish weâd kept in touch.â
âTo be fair, we competed for title of bitchiest.â
âTo be fair, I donât think we ever grew out of that,â Carol retorted, and Steve snorts, gently shoving her.
âAlright, go get your man, and send mine over here.â
She gently steps on his shoe as she leaves, impish smile in place, and Steve turns only to run into Nancy and Robin. âHey, guys,â he smiles.
Nancy gives him a look. âMaking nice with Carol?â
Steve shrugs, grins at her. âTurns out we were just kids. Who knew, right?â
Just then, Eddie comes up behind him, wrapping his arms around Steveâs waist and resting his chin on Steveâs shoulder. âWhatâre we talking about?â
Nancy smiles at him, wraps an arm around Robinâs waist. âBeing kids.â
âThat so?â He presses a kiss to Steveâs cheek, pushes back to look at him. âYou look lighter.â
Steve hums. ââS cause I love you.â
âCharmer,â Eddie mutters, turning bright red. âCâmon, seriously.â
âSeriously,â Steve agrees. âI was talking with Carol about her and Tommy, and I told her that why we work is because we work at it.â
âVery true.â
From behind them, someone cautiously asks, âEddie Munson?â
They both turn, and suddenly Eddieâs scooping her up in a hug. âRonnie! What the hell are you doinâ here, huh?â
She laughs and hugs him back just as hard. âDid you ever know a Jackson Starnes?â
Eddieâs brow furrows for a second, then smooths out. âOh, Jackie! Yeah, he was cool.â
âMhm. Heâs my husband.â
âNo shit? Iâm happy for you.â
âThanks,â she laughs, then nods at everyone else. âWhoâs the hunk you were hanginâ off of?â
Eddie chuckles. âRonnie, meet my husband, Steve.â
She turns an eyebrow on him. âYou got married?â
âHe proposed,â Steve corrects her, grinning.
âTo the preppiest of jocks,â Robin adds.
Eddie laughs. âWhat can I say? Itâs love.â He swoons, placing a hand over his chest, almost pulling Ronnie over with the arm still over her shoulder.
She laughs and dumps him off of her. Steve swoops in before he can fall, hoisting him up with a quick kiss.
âIâm Nancy,â she says, extending her hand to Ronnie. âAnd this is my wife Robin.â
âOh!â Eddie says, literally jumping back into the conversation. âRobin and Steve are like how we were.â
âPlatonic soulmates,â Steve agrees.
âWith a capital P,â Robin emphasizes.
âItâs nice to meet you all,â Ronnie says.
âHowâs Wayne?â She asks Eddie.
âDead.â He snickers at her face. ââS alright, Ronnie. Itâs been years.â
âStill. I can be sorry.â
âYou can,â he agrees. âIt wonât help anything, but you can.â He digs his phone out of his pockets, opens his contacts app. âHere, lemme get your number, yeah?â
âFuck yeah,â Ronnie says, âletâs hang out, just lemme know when so I can get a sitter.â
Eddie chokes on nothing. âYou have a kid?â
Ronnie grins, a shit-eating thing as she hands his phone back. âThree.â
âGoddamn,â he says, âyou got pictures?â
Ronnie rolls her eyes, grabs her phone. âWhat kind of mom would I be if I didnât? Here, this is Cassie, Alex, and⊠thatâs Elijah.â
âOh, man, Alex looks just like Jackie, doesnât he?â
âI carry him for nine months,â Ronnie bitches good-naturedly. ââNough about me, though, howâre you? Corroded Coffin ever take off?â
Eddie snorts. âYou hear about the psychopath in â86?â
âI remember something about it.â
âYeah. I got caught in the crossfires, wrongfully blamed, and spentâŠâ he looks at Steve. âA year?â
âAlmost.â
He turns back to Ronnie. âAlmost a year hiding out. Corroded Coffin was officially disbanded after I was allowed out of hiding.â
âFuck,â Ronnie says, âthere goes my entire foot in my mouth, I guess. Whatâre you doing now, then?â
He chuckles. âA little bit of everything, honestly. A little music, a little writing, a little D&D. Nothing thatâs made me a household name, but enough that Iâm kept busy and weâre comfortable.â
Ronnie nods. âAnd how about you?â She asks Steve.
âOh, nothing as fun as that,â Steve chuckles. âIâm a therapist.â
Ronnie tilts her head. âAny specialties?â
âC-PTSD, mainly.â
âDamn, I know about eight people who could use someone like you.â
Steve snorts. âThatâs usually the way it goes, yeah.â
âWell it was great seeing you, Eddie,â Ronnie says. âAnd meeting all the rest of you. But Iâve got to find my husband and get back home, so weâll have to continue this later.â
âOf course,â Steve says. âSee you later?â
âAbsolutely,â Ronnie nods, then turns and walks off.
They decide to leave not too much later. Theyâre all tired, so the drive to the hotel is filled with only the sound of the radio, turned almost all the way down.
âYâknow,â Eddie murmurs, tracing the ring on Steveâs finger, âshe was my first kiss.â
Steve snorts, an explosive thing that he definitely learned from Robin. âShe what?â
âYup,â Eddie nods. âI knew I liked girls, but sheâs the only one I got close enough to to actually know. We got stupid one night and decided to kiss and it basically went how it would if you and Robin were to kiss.â
âEw,â Steve says on reflex. Eddie snorts.
Robin slaps at him from her seat, then yells when he slaps back, âDonât distract the driver!â
âBitch,â he tells her, âyou slapped first!â
âYou said ew about kissing me!â
âDo you want to kiss me?â
âHell no!â
âThatâs why I said it!â
Eddie leans up to murmur to Nancy, âshould we break it up?â
âEh, give it a minute. Once they resort to cursing their lineages we can break it up.â
He chuckles. âAlways the wise one, Wheeler.â
âYouâd best believe it,â she nods smugly.
âNancy!â Robin says. âBaby! Defend me!â
âAbout kissing Steve? Who Iâve kissed before?â
âOh, no,â Robin says, horrified. âIâm stuck in the car with the two people who are experts on Steve kissing.â
âWhyâd you make it sound like a bad thing?â Steve demands.
And⊠yeah. Eddieâs glad they got separate hotel rooms.
Based on the look Nancy throws his way when they part, sheâs glad, too.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#fuck whatâs the Robin x Nancy ship name#Buckler????#Fuckin nanbin?????#Iâm going insane I think#I legitimately cannot remember someone help Iâm begging#tommy hagan#carol perkins#ronnie#does she have a last name? Idk#Someone help me with that too please#I think her name is actually Veronica but idc enough about that right now when I canât remember fuckin roncy or whatever tf it is#RONANCE#fuckin ronance#Goddammit thatâs it the 5th is canceled axfually#*actually#high school reunion#tommy had a crush on Steve we all know that right?#And please know Steve isnât outing Tommy to Carol. She knew. Everyone knew#Also carolâs bi so thereâs rhat#starambles#steddieweek2024#steddieweek
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Too Much? Just Enough
FEATURING Toge Inumaki x Reader
SUMMARY You never considered that you might be too loud for your quiet, warm-hearted boyfriend... maybe you were selfish not to.
CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, insecurities, inumaki being the sweetest, maki being maki (sigh)
AUTHORS NOTE finally got a day off from schoolwork to do some writing! Here is Inumaki's justice as promised! Enjoy! <3
The festival grounds were alive with color and sound, the air thick with the smell of sizzling food and sweet treats. Lanterns swung gently in the evening breeze, casting a warm, golden glow over the crowd as they meandered through stalls of games, souvenirs, and food. The laughter of children mixed with the shouts of vendors calling out their wares, while the steady hum of excited conversations filled the background.
You had been buzzing with energy the moment you arrived, eyes wide as you darted from one stall to the next, dragging Toge with you, your fingers intertwined with his. There was something about festivals that just lit you up from the inside outâthe music, the lights, the sense of celebrationâit was like fuel for your soul. Youâd barely stopped talking since you got there, your voice a cheerful lilt that seemed to match the lively atmosphere around you.
âToge! Look at this!â you called, pointing to a stall selling a dizzying array of masks. Kitsune, tengu, and oni masks hung from wooden beams, their vibrant colors catching the light. âWe should get matching ones!â you grinned, already picturing how adorable Toge would look in one.
Toge turned to look, his violet eyes sparkling under the glow of the lanterns. His lips quirked up in a small smile as he gave a soft nod, the affectionate look in his eyes sending warmth through you. He didnât have to speak for you to know he found your excitement endearing.
âFish flakes,â he said quietly, agreeing with a subtle nod.
Without hesitating, you picked out a kitsune mask for yourself and handed Toge a matching one, the white face of the fox sharp and mischievous. Toge slipped it over his head, and you couldnât help but giggle as you both admired each other. He gave you a small, amused hum, clearly pleased by your reaction.
Yuta and Maki caught up with you two at the mask stall, Yuta laughing softly at your energy while Maki gave a small shake of her head, though the smirk tugging at her lips showed she wasnât completely disapproving.
âWow, youâre like a kid in a candy store,â Maki teased, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against one of the beams. âWhatâs next? Gonna drag us to every food stall here?â
âI might!â you shot back, grinning widely. âItâs a festival, Maki, you gotta go all in!â You tugged at Togeâs hand. âBesides, Togeâs totally down for it. Right?â
Togeâs lips curved upward again as he nodded, clearly amused by how much fun you were having. He squeezed your hand gently, his way of encouraging your endless energy. You knew you could be a lot, but Toge never seemed to mind, always steady and supportive, grounding you even when you were a whirlwind of enthusiasm.
Panda joined your group next, a huge smile on his face as he approached with a paper bag full of festival snacks. âHey, did you guys see the yakitori stand? I got some for everyone!â He pulled out a few skewers, handing them out. âExcept Toge, of course,â he added with a playful wink.
Toge waved it off, his eyes warm as he accepted the gesture regardless. You, on the other hand, eagerly accepted the skewer, practically bouncing on your feet.
âThis looks amazing, Panda! You always know where the best food is!â you said, taking a big bite. The savory, smoky flavor hit your taste buds, and you groaned in delight. âThis is so good!â
Panda laughed, nudging Yuta with his elbow. âSee, someone appreciates good food.â Yuta chuckled in response, though his focus seemed more on keeping track of everyone in the bustling crowd than the food itself.
As you continued walking, the festivalâs cheerful chaos buzzed around you like a soft hum in the background. Every so often, youâd stop to point out something newâa game stall, a street performer, another food stand you just had to tryâand Toge followed you without complaint, his fingers never once leaving yours. Every now and then, youâd feel his thumb gently rub against the back of your hand, his silent way of grounding you in his quiet affection.
The two of you had always balanced each other that way. You were the loud, excitable one, the one who wore your emotions on your sleeve, while Toge was your quiet, calm counterpart. He never had to say much; his presence alone was enough to make you feel secure, supported, and understood. He let you be yourselfâwild, energetic, loudâand never once made you feel like you had to hold back.
It was this easy, natural rhythm between you that made being with Toge feel like second nature. You could bounce from one thing to the next without worrying about exhausting him or overwhelming him. His patience was unwavering, his affection always subtle but present in the small gesturesâthe way he watched you with soft eyes, the way he adjusted his pace to match yours, the way he squeezed your hand every time you rambled on excitedly about something new.
And right now, your focus was on a nearby game stall. âLook, Toge! Itâs one of those water gun games! You know, the kind where you have to shoot the target and fill up the balloon? We have to try it!â
Toge glanced at the stall, then back at you, his lips pulling into a half-smile. You could tell he found your excitement infectious, even if he didnât express it the same way you did. He nodded, and with a little tug, you pulled him toward the stall, waving at Maki, Yuta, and Panda to join you.
As you grabbed the toy gun, determined to win, Maki strolled over with a smirk. âYouâre really not gonna get tired of this, are you?â
You grinned at her, determined. âNope! Togeâs got my back, right?â You shot Toge a teasing glance, and he gave a small hum of agreement, his eyes watching you with that familiar warmth.
Thatâs when Maki made the offhand comment. âIâm just surprised Toge doesnât get tired of you. I mean, youâve been going non-stop since we got here.â
Her comment was casual, even light-hearted, but something about it lodged itself into your chest, a small ache blooming out of nowhere. You laughed, the sound coming out more awkward than you intended. "No, Togeâs fine," you said, glancing up at him with a smile that felt a little too forced. "He doesnât mind, right?"
Togeâs eyes flicked toward Maki for a second before turning back to you, and he shook his head softly, dismissing the comment entirely. âBonito flakes,â he said, his voice steady and reassuring. But even as he squeezed your hand to show he was fine, something in Makiâs words dug into your chest, planting a small seed of doubt.
Have you been too much? You were always like thisâloud, full of energy, constantly dragging Toge along with you. But now that Maki had pointed it out, it was hard not to think about it. Maybe you were overwhelming him, and he was just too polite to say anything. He was quiet by nature, after all, and here you were, chattering away, pulling him from stall to stall without a second thought.
You tried to shake it off, but the thoughts lingered as the night went on. Every time you raised your voice, every time you pulled Toge along to the next thing, the doubt crept in a little more. Were you exhausting him? Were you being selfish, assuming he was fine with all of this? You couldnât tell anymore.
As the festival wound down, the bright lights and energetic atmosphere slowly fading into the quiet of the night, the change in your mood hadnât gone unnoticed. Where there had once been boundless excitement, your energy had dulled to a faint flicker. It wasnât like you to walk in silence, not with Togeâs hand still held in yours, not with the buzz of festival joy still lingering around everyone.
You kept replaying Makiâs words in your head, wondering if maybe sheâd noticed something you hadnât. Maybe Toge really did get tired of youâmaybe you were just too much, too loud, too energetic. The thoughts wrapped around you like a heavy blanket, making it hard to laugh or smile like you had been earlier.
The silence became so unusual that even Yuta, ever so kind and careful, furrowed his brow as he walked alongside Panda and Maki. He glanced between you and Toge, noticing your unusually quiet demeanor.
"Hey, are you okay?" Yuta asked, his voice soft with concern. "Youâve been a little quiet for a while now."
Panda, always the more boisterous of the group, chimed in with a good-natured grin. "Yeah, you were about to eat all the festival food earlier, and now youâre barely saying a word. You good?"
You forced a small smile, one that didnât quite reach your eyes. "Iâm fine," you said quickly, though your voice lacked its usual vibrancy. "Just... tired, I guess."
Yuta gave you a curious look, but he didnât press further. Panda, too, noticed the shift, his usual lightheartedness momentarily subdued. Even Maki, though she didnât say anything, shot you a glance as if wondering if her earlier comment had something to do with your sudden change in mood.
Toge, however, had been watching you the whole time. He hadnât let go of your hand, and every few minutes, he squeezed it, as if reminding you that he was still there, that he was still by your side. His violet eyes flicked to you again now, a gentle worry in his gaze that only you could read.
âSalmon?â he asked softly, his tone inviting, asking if everything was really okay. But you just gave him a small, reassuring nod, despite the growing heaviness in your chest.
"Iâm fine," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper this time. "Really."
Toge wasnât convinced. The quiet between you two had never felt so heavy before, so unnatural, and he knew something was bothering you. But he didnât push you in front of the others, content to wait until the two of you could have some privacy.
The group lingered a little longer before eventually making their way back to the dorms, the lanterns of the festival becoming faint dots of light in the distance. Everyone was laughing, chatting about the fun they'd had, but you remained quiet, your mind lost in its spiral of self-doubt. It wasnât like you to hold back like this, but you couldnât shake the worry that maybe you had overstepped, that maybe youâd drained Toge with your constant chatter and boundless energy.
When the group finally reached the dorms, Yuta waved everyone off, smiling softly. âGoodnight, guys! It was fun.â Maki gave a brief nod of farewell, Panda let out a big yawn, and you mumbled something in response, your mind elsewhere.
Toge didnât miss a beat. Without a word, he tugged your hand gently, guiding you toward his dorm. His fingers were still laced with yours, his touch grounding, comforting, but also insistent in that quiet way of his. He wasnât going to let this slideânot tonight.
As you followed him through the hallways, the familiar comfort of the dorms all around, your heart started to beat a little faster. You could tell from the way Toge movedâquiet but purposefulâthat he wanted to talk. And the thought of sharing what had been bothering you, the insecurity youâd been trying to shove down all night, made you nervous.
Once you were inside his dorm room, the door clicked softly shut behind you. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamp on his desk casting a gentle warmth over the space. Toge turned to you, his gaze soft yet determined, and led you over to sit on the edge of his bed.
He sat beside you, his hand never leaving yours, and he tilted his head slightly, as if to say, Iâm listening.
âMustard leaf,â he said softly, his voice a gentle prompt. Talk to me.
You stared at your intertwined hands, your heart racing as you tried to figure out where to start. The words were stuck in your throat, tangled up with the doubt and insecurity that had been eating at you all night. You didnât want to burden him with thisâyou didnât want to be that person, the one who constantly needed reassurance.
But Toge was patient. He gave your hand another small squeeze, his thumb brushing gently across your skin, a silent encouragement. He was here, and he wasnât going anywhere.
Finally, you let out a shaky breath. âI... I just... Iâve been thinking about something Maki said earlier,â you began, your voice quiet, hesitant. âAbout me being... a lot. Too much, maybe. And I started thinking, what if sheâs right? What if Iâm just... exhausting you?â
The words came out all at once, tumbling from your lips before you could stop them. Your voice wavered, the insecurity youâd been trying to hide now laid bare. âI mean, I know I can be loud and excitable, and youâre so quiet, so calm. I just started thinking... maybe Iâm overwhelming you. Maybe Iâm too much for you, and you just havenât said anything because youâre too nice.â
Togeâs eyes widened slightly, his grip on your hand tightening as he shook his head, his expression full of quiet urgency. âSalmon,â he said, his tone firm but tender. No. Youâre wrong.
You looked up at him, your eyes starting to sting with unshed tears. âI know youâd never say anything to hurt me, but... if I really am too much, I want to know. I donât want to make you feel like you have to put up with me.â
For a moment, there was nothing but silence between you, the air thick with emotion. And then, Toge reached up, his free hand gently cupping your cheek. His touch was warm, steady, and when you met his eyes, you saw nothing but sincerity and affection there.
âTuna mayo,â he murmured, shaking his head again as he brought his forehead to rest against yours. Youâre perfect the way you are.
Your breath hitched in your throat, and for the first time that night, the weight on your chest seemed to lighten just a little. But the doubt still lingered, clinging to the edges of your heart. âBut... how do you not get tired of me?â you whispered, your voice trembling. âIâm always dragging you around, talking so much, being loud... I feel like Iâm the opposite of you.â
Toge pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours as he gently brushed his thumb against your cheek. He shook his head again, his expression soft but insistent. He brought a hand to his heart, then pointed to youâYouâre what makes me happy. Youâre the one I want to be with.
You blinked, the tears finally spilling over as the weight of his words sank in. He wasnât just tolerating you. He wanted you, all of youâthe loud, excitable, chatty parts of you that youâd been worried were too much. They werenât too much for him. They never had been.
âKelp,â he whispered again, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. I love you the way you are.
You let out a small, shaky laugh as you wiped your tears, a wave of relief washing over you. âYou really donât mind?â you asked, your voice still thick with emotion.
Toge smiled softly, shaking his head once more. âSalmon,â he murmured, his thumb still brushing gently against your cheek. Not at all.
And for the first time since Makiâs comment, the doubt that had been weighing you down finally began to melt away. Toge didnât just accept youâhe cherished you, loudness and all.
With a soft sniffle, you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he held you close, his chin resting atop your head. âI love you, too,â you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.
Togeâs hand gently rubbed your back, soothing and comforting as he pressed another kiss to the top of your head. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the quiet strength of his presence wrapping around you like a protective shield.
The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the dorm and the steady beat of Togeâs heart beneath your ear. But it wasnât an uncomfortable silence. It was warm, peacefulâfilled with the unspoken promise that, no matter how loud or excitable you were, Toge would always be there, holding you close, loving you just the way you were.
And as you snuggled into him, feeling the gentle rhythm of his breathing against you, you felt something returnâa spark of that boundless energy, that loud, excitable girl that Toge loved so much. Because with him, you didnât have to be anyone else but yourself.
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BRUSHSTROKES OF MAGIC.
includes: lyney x fem!reader. painter!reader, fluff, may be ooc lyney, painter and her magician muse â wc: 591
You had finally secured tickets to Lyney and Lynetteâs captivating Magic Show.
After putting in hard work through small art commissions and assisting others, your perseverance paid off. Luckily, you found yourself seated in the second row, enjoying a perfect view of the entire stage. As the lights dimmed, a spotlight illuminated the enchanting magicians.
âWelcome to Lyney and Lynetteâs Magic Show!â Lyney exclaimed, his arms wide open in a welcoming gesture.
The performance unfolded before your eyes, blurring the line between reality and fantasy.
The show concluded with a burst of applause, whistles, and amazed cheers filling the room. Lyney and Lynette took their bows, expressing gratitude to the audience before exiting the stage.
While others started to leave the theatre, you remained lost in your thoughts, unable to tear yourself away.
You noticed Lyneyâs occasional glances in your direction, but you brushed them off, assuming he was merely engaging with the audience. Your hands moved instinctively, retrieving a small paper and a worn pencil that you carried everywhere. Swiftly, you sketched the scene, capturing the magicians as the focal point.
Unaware of another presence, you snapped out of your trance when a red rose materialised before you.
Your eyes widened at the sight, then lifted to meet the culpritâa mischievous grin adorning his face.
âWell, Mâlady, perhaps we should step outside before we find ourselves locked in here,â he suggested, tucking the flower gently into your hair. Extending his hand, he invited you to join him.
You accepted his hand, and he turned to his sister, who stood waiting.
âTook you quite a while,â she remarked, her expression unchanging.
âApologies, Lynette. It seems Mâlady was deeply absorbed in thought,â he responded.
âPlease stop addressing me like that,â you murmured, your cheeks tinged with a blush.
âApologies again! I havenât had the pleasure of knowing your name. Iâm Lyney. This is my sister, Lynette, and you are...?â He walked alongside you as the three of you departed the theatre.
â(Name), pleased to make your acquaintance,â you replied.
From that day forward, your bond with Lyney grew remarkably strong, much to Lynetteâs amusement as she shook her head at her brotherâs persistent attempts to win you over.
In a meadow bursting with vibrant blooms, Lyney stood amidst the flowers, becoming both your muse and a devoted spectator. As your brush danced gracefully across the canvas, each stroke seemed to weave a rich tapestry of emotions.
âAre you almost finished, Mâlady?â Lyneyâs voice broke the tranquil air as he noticed your momentary pause.
âHmm, just a few more minutes,â you replied, urging him to remain where he stood.
When the art piece finally took shape, it radiated colours and beauty that surpassed mere brushwork. Lyney was thoroughly impressed, unable to contain himself as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, prompting a delightful blush from you.
âThank you for immortalising me in your art, Mâlady. I shall treasure it,â Lyney expressed, his tone sincere.
âItâs no big deal,â you replied with a smile. Lyney settled beside the portrayal of yourself, gazing at you with unwavering attention.
âIs something wrong?â you questioned, perplexed by his sudden change in demeanour.
âNo, itâs just that something has been occupying my thoughts,â he confessed, his fond gaze fixed on you.
Your head tilted in curiosity, awaiting an explanation.
âDespite my belief in the wonder of my magic tricks, they pale in comparison to your beauty and talent. Iâm afraid, Mâlady, that youâve stolen my heart. So, will you do me the honour of accepting this responsibility?â
NOTES. heâs cute i like the idea of painter!reader w lyney whos a magician, also my second genshin work weee. kinda rushed this so whatever plot i have is a bit wonky, maybe.
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Rank F
Summary: Baekyeon Girls High School isnât your typical day-to-day high school. We run in a voting game system of A - F rank where the students get to vote for their classmates on an app called Pyramid Game. The more votes you get, the higher you will rank. Level A students have power over students while F is the opposite. I accepted the offer letter to go to this school without thinking deeply. Level A student, Baek Harin is there to protect me in exchange for myself. Would I be able to escape this messed-up game or fall helplessly?
Warning(s): Bullying, Hitting, Threats, Guilt, Emotional Manipulation, Overstimulation, Smut, Fingering, Oral, Sub!Reader, slight exhibitionism, slight praise kinkÂ
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I shift uncomfortably on the single-cushion couch. I glance around the office, examining the architecture and interior. Compared to my current school, this one is much better. It is clear that whoever owns this school is rich. I clench onto my offer letter.Â
âAhem,â The head chief clears her throat. I snap my attention back to her. She holds her hands together on the desk and smiles.Â
âThank you for being patient with our meeting time. My schedule has been hectic, but I am glad we agreed on a day. Now, what is the question you have been asking?â She questions. I unfold the letter and place it on her desk. She tilts her head to the side as she reads the message. Her eyebrows lift with a delighted hum.
âYou have been offered to go to Baekyeon Girlâs High School,â She beams. I blink at her in confusion. She continues smiling as she waits for me to speak.Â
âBut I didnât do anything to get this offer,â I explain. She purses and puckers her lips.Â
âWell, you see⊠This is a special offer letter,â She points at the signature on the bottom of the letter, âThe president must have heard good things about you which resulted in you receiving an offer letter.â
âWho would tell the president about me? I donât know anyone who goes here,â I try not to sound tense.Â
âThere are many students that go to this school, I am afraid I canât figure that out. But whoever requested for you must have done a good job influencing the president,â She chirps. She brings her hands over to the cup of pens. She plays around with it a little.Â
âAre you interested in taking the offer?â She asks with a calm voice. I look down at the letter, deep in thought. I have heard good things about Baekyeon Girls High School. Most of the high-power parentâs daughter goes here. If I go to this school, I may have a chance to become friends with them. It sounds selfish, but this is where I can network. What if I meet one of their parents? My mind buzzes with future opportunities that I might receive.Â
âYes.â
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I nervously brush my uniform: classic white button-up, black tie, and a long black skirt. Today is the first day of attending this school. The head chief offers to walk me to my classroom. The walk is quite longer than I expected. The classroom is on the far left of the building. I glance around and notice how quiet the halls are. She stops in front of a door and turns to face me.Â
âThis is the room. You know where to find me if you have any more questions. Welcome to Baekyeon Girls High Y/n,â She smiles and leaves me. I nervously gulp while staring at the door. I feel small compared to the door all of a sudden. I slide the door open which causes all the students to pause and stare. I anxiously walk over to the professor. I give him the slip of paper. As he reads the paper, I quickly glance around the room. My eyes stop at a figure I recognize. I widen my eyes. Itâs Baek Harin. Our history is not much. Sheâs a regular customer at a restaurant I worked at. I quit a few months ago.Â
âNew student huh?â The professor says. I nod my head. He gestures toward the girls and looks at me bored.Â
âWell, introduce yourself,â He sighs. I lift my head higher and clench my fist.Â
âHello everyone. My name is Y/n L/n. Please treat me well,â I announce while bowing my head. He looks around the room and hums.Â
âI guess you can sit in the back with Sooji-â
âShe can sit with me,â Harin cuts. I look at her confused. There is already another girl sitting next to her. The girl looks at Harin in shock, but Harin remains emotionless. She turns her head to face the girl.Â
âMove,â She snaps.Â
âB-but,â
âDo I have to repeat myself?â Harin smiles coldly. The girl looks like sheâs about to cry as she gets up from her seat. The classroom remains silent beside the sound of the girl gathering all her stuff in a hurry. I wonder how Harin has so much authority over the students. Is there a power system happening in class? Once she leaves to sit in the back, Harin turns her attention to me.Â
âYou can sit with me,â She suggests, but it sounds more like a demand. My feet automatically move in her direction and she smiles brightly. I take a seat next to her and I get a sniff of her perfume. She smells good. There is also a hint of something I canât place my finger on. Maybe cigarettes? Thatâs not possible though. How can a pretty angel-looking girl like her smoke?
âThank you,â I whisper to her. She nods her head happily and then returns her attention to the professor. I look around the room and notice all the students staring at me besides Harin. I snap my neck away from them. From the corner of my eyes, I can observe her more. Her brushed and slightly curled hair catches my attention. It looks so soft. My eyes lowered to look at her long and black eyelashes. She flutters them slowly, expressing she's paying close attention to the lesson. My eyes dip to her lips. They are so plump, glossy, and pink. Her lips curve into a small smile suddenly. I glance up to catch her looking at me in the corner of her eye. Embarrassment blossoms on my cheeks and I avert my attention to my textbooks. Â
It took a while, but the lesson finally ended. I lean back onto my chair to stretch a little. Harin turns her body to me and rests her chin on the palm of her hand. Her eyes glint with muse.Â
âI placed you as grade A,â She starts. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
âA?âÂ
âYes. You are welcome. No one is going to hurt you as long as youâre here with me,â She explains. I decide not to question. I didnât understand, but as long as Iâm with her I would be okay. I slowly nod my head. She giggles and leans closer to my bubble like sheâs testing how far she can go. I notice but I donât move. She drags her tongue on her lips and I foolishly watch. She puckers her lips out in expression.Â
âHow did you hear about this school?â She asks.Â
âI got an offer letter⊠and I accepted it,â I cut it short. She nods her head playfully.Â
âWho do you think requested you to come?â She teases. It didnât take long for me to realize she was the one who requested me. My eyebrows arch up in confusion. I didnât understand why Harin would request me to come to her school. Why is it now that she wants to get close? I hear her chuckle which brings me out of my thoughts.
âWhy would you do that?â I question. She bursts my bubble by leaning into my ear.Â
âBecause I think youâre cute. Have I ever told you that?â Her mouth brushes lightly against my earlobe. My hands clench. I avert my eyes down and feel my cheeks blushing shamefully. I hate how much she makes me react with little knowledge of her. The way my stomach feels makes me shaky. I tap my feet anxiously. She notices my obvious reaction and smiles.Â
âWhen you quit your job I got so sad. I searched everywhere for you. Once I found you I wanted you to go to the best school there is⊠which is here. Will you show your gratitude to me?â She hums. She places her cold hand on my upper thigh, halting my movement. I snap my head towards her with widen eyes. She beams happily with a curious glare in her eyes. I shake my head no. She dares by moving her hands higher, nearly touching my panties. I abruptly stand from my seat, squeaking my chair backward. My breathing is heavy as if I am a mad woman. My classmates stare at me in surprise while Harin smirks and leans back in her chair. I avert my eyes to the door. I need to escape. The only place to excuse myself is the bathroom. I shuffle my feet quickly to get out. I made a mistake by accepting the letter. Harin sighs and tilts her head towards the window. The blue sky is clear.Â
âFun,â She grins.Â
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It has been a week since that happened and Harin always wants me near her.
There was a time when I heard a loud slam from the back of the room. I flinched and turned to look. I watched as rank B students kicked rank F students in the stomach. My eyes widen and I freeze. How is no one in this room helping her? Why is everyone just continuing their day like nothing? I got up to help, but Harin grabbed my arm. She smiled and shook her head.Â
âDonât get involved. Itâs just part of the game,â She beamed. I stared at her in shock. She tugged my arm harder causing me to sit down.Â
âItâs okay. As long as youâre with me⊠that will never happen to you!â She chirped and returned her attention to her assignment. I am speechless. I hear student F begging for them to stop. I shudder in fear.Â
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Harin drags me by my arm to her secret hideout during break time. I sit on the high wooden crates and watch her light up her cigarettes. I widen my eyes in shock. So the hint of cigarette smell did come from her. How does a beautiful angelic face like her enjoy smoking? One of her hands holds her white and gold lighter, while the other grips a cigarette between two fingers. She sucks in the stick and breathes out. The smoke bothers me, but I watch her in awe. She looks at me with a playful glint in her eyes.
âWhy are you staring at me like that? Are you shocked I smoke?â She laughs. I shake my head no. She walks closer to me til she can sneak her body between my legs and blows smoke into my face. I grimace at the scent. She chuckles and places her free hand on my chin. Her thumb gently grazes my button lip curiously before she pulls it down. She places her cigarette between my lips and nods her head.Â
âSuck.â She orders. I shake my head no which results in her gripping my chin harder. I wince in pain, but her face remains blank. Her wide dilated eyes stare back.Â
âSuck,â She repeats more sternly. I try to find a way to refuse, but with the way she looks⊠I decided to submit. My eyes gloss as I obey her. I wrap my lips around the tip of the cigarette while looking at her. I realize that something stirs in her every time I listen to her. She becomes flustered and watches closely as I suck in the deadly fumes. The smoke burns the back of my throat and I start coughing. Yanking the cig out, she places it back into her mouth and takes a short drag. She smiles with her dull eyes. Tears gather on the surface of my eyes as I come out of the cough. She places her free on top of my black skirt. She brings her face close to mine.
âI want to kiss you,â She hums. I immediately lean my face to the side to avoid her glossy lips. She grips my skirt in anger, her face remains emotionless, but her eyes express so much disappointment. After composing herself she fakes a smile.Â
âThe harder you deny me, the more I want to break you,â She admits. My heart rate picks up at her confession. I gulp nervously. She decides to stop her action and removes herself from me. I suddenly feel guilty. I didnât want to disappoint her. I didnât want her to lose interest in me.Â
âIâm sorry,â I apologize. She crosses her free hand and waves her other hand that holds the cig.Â
âGet lost,â She concludes. I slide off the wooden crates and onto my feet. I wanted to say more, but with her back to my face, I couldnât utter a sound. I lower my head and walk away. When I get close to the classroom door I accidentally bump into someone. I turn my head up to see who. Itâs Sooji. She looks emotionless til she furrows her eyebrows at me. I feel guilty again.Â
âSorry. I shouldâve watched where I was going-â
âYou smoke?â She questions. I widen my eyes and wave my hands timidly. I didnât realize how the scent of cigarettes had stuck itself onto my clothes.Â
âN-no. Itâs-â I stop myself. I shouldnât reveal Harinâs secret. It will ruin her image.Â
âThese guys were smoking near my bus stop,â I lie. Sooji nods her head slowly. I smile at her because she took the lie. She takes a step towards the door but I stop her by holding her arm. She looks at me curiously. Her deep and emotionless stare reminds me of Harin. I lick my lips and avert my eyes to the ground.Â
âHow do you feel about the game?â I ask, looking back up. Sooji grips her fist.Â
â...I hate the game. Whoever made the game is a psychopath,â She reveals. As she answers me I notice sheâs staring past my head. I follow her gaze and see Harin walking over. She eyes my hand on Soojiâs arm and I self-cautiously return my hand to my side.Â
âHi, Sooji!â She beams sweetly. Sooji doesnât respond. Harin smiles widely with her teeth showing. A fake and numbing smile which Iâve seen many times before. She turns her attention to me and it makes me halt my thoughts.Â
âHi, Y/N⊠Ready for class?â She chirps.Â
âY-yes,â I reply, rubbing my thumb across my knuckles. She stares at me carefully before placing her hand on the door behind me. I cowardly under her pressure. Her body and the door trap me in between. I blush at her body heat against mine. I glance over at Sooji who is examining our interaction. I feel a wave of embarrassment run down my spine. Why is Harin doing this in front of her? Itâs making me shy and⊠greedy. Harin chuckles darkly. She slides the door open and leaves me breathless. Sooji watches me silently with an unexplainable look. I turn to walk in the door without looking back.Â
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I have rejected Harinâs kiss over and over and it has finally ticked her off.
âArenât you grateful youâre in grade A? If it werenât for me, you would be in F,â She hisses, âIs this how you thank me? Do you need to learn your place?â Tears threaten to fall down my cheekbones. I canât bear to look at her further. She looks evil. Her eyes are dilated and blank. She takes small steps forward which results in me walking backwards. She grabs my tie and slams me against the wall. I wince at the pain that spread across my back. She leans her lips to my ears. I push her shoulders, but she remains taking up my space and mind.Â
âSince youâre making yourself difficult for me⊠I have no choice but to make you rank F,â She sighs, âSo that I can do anything I want to you.â I halt my movement to stare at her in fear. I am lost for words. Her true nature is revealing and it frightens me. She looks down to my lips and a sigh escapes hers. She looks back into my eyes. Lust clouds her mind.Â
âStop,â I beg. She begins to lean her face in. I close my eyes as tears roll down. I hate it. I donât want it. The classroom door suddenly slams open. Harin removes herself from me and I weakly collapse onto the ground. I look up to see Soojin walking in. She spares me one glance before walking to her seat. Ignoring us, she starts placing her notebooks and pens on the table. I wanted to get up and thank her for saving me from that, but I remained seated at the bottom of Harinâs feet. Harin remains emotionless and returns to her seat. She pulls out her phone and types something. Her posture is straight. I let out a sound of disbelief. She did all of that and can still act normal?
âWhat are you doing on the ground?â My classmates ask as they start flooding in.Â
âI dropped a pencil. Itâs gone now,â I lie. They help me stand to my feet. I shuffle over to my seat. Harin ignores my presence and I feel a pain in my heart. I sit down quietly. I glance over her to see her emotionlessly staring at the board. Seo Doah, our class president, stands in front of the class.
âToday is the last Thursday of the month,â She says. I widen my eyes. Already? How is it already the end of the month? I look at Harin to see her lips curl into a small smile. Memories of her threatening my rank flood my mind.
âThe 13th Pyramid gameâŠstarts now,â Doah announces. Shuffling sounds of students getting out the phones start. I reach for my phone with shaky hands. I press on the pyramid app and freeze. I have always placed Harin as my first vote and I assume she would do the same to me. Thereâs no way she would switch up now right? Just because I didnât let her kiss me? I type down Baek Harin as my first. I look over to see that Harin had already finished. Her phone rests on the table as she crosses her arms. I quickly finish up my votes. After a couple more minutes, the voting officially ended. Doah looks at the results and hesitates. Her eyes glance at me for a second before she looks down again.Â
âThe results are up. Please refresh,â She says. I hover my finger over the refresh button. Sounds of students mumbling amongst each other start getting louder. I press it. My eyes gloss in fear as I lift my head to look at Harin. I am grade F just like she said I would be. Suddenly I hear a loud whistle which makes me flinch. Three students grades B, C and D surround me like predators.Â
âI am surprised to see Harinâs pet drop from A to F!â Student B laughs. She strokes my hair like I am a dog. Student D pushes my textbooks onto the ground so she can sit on my desk. She tugs my chin and forces me to look at her.Â
âThis is exciting. I always wanted to play with you,â She chuckles. Harin gently gets up from her seat and I beg her with my eyes to help me. She looks at the three students with a fake happy look.Â
âI donât want to see any bruises or cuts on her, remember the rules,â She says. Student B giggles and pulls my head into her chest.Â
âOf course~â She chirps. Tears threaten to fall down my cheek. I feel so betrayed. I feel so lost. Harinâs talking about me as if it didnât matter if they bully me. Did she not care? Am I just another toy? I clench my fist and try pushing the student's hands away from me.Â
âHarin please,â I beg. She ignores me and walks away from her desk. I am abandoned.
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I grunt in pain as student D throws me against the basketball metal cart. She places her shoes against my stomach and leans her weight onto me. The softness of my stomach feels crushed under her feet. I claw at her ankles.
âPlease stop,â I cry out. They have been bullying me for the past fifteen minutes since it was announced that I am ranked F. Student C laughs and leans down to level with my face. She brushes her thumb against my cheeks to wipe my tears.
âAwh is Y/N begging?â She pouts. She stands up and kicks the side of my stomach multiple times. Â
âHey wait. Harin told us not to get her bruised,â Student B remembers. They stop their movement which allows me to suck in a breath. I groan in pain and roll aside in an attempt to run away from them.Â
âOh shoot youâre right,â Student D worries.
âWhat are we going to do?â
âIf Harin finds out⊠Weâll be in big trouble,â
âHow about we-â
As they discuss amongst themselves, I pull myself to my feet using the metal cart. I bite my lips in pain to avoid making noises. I quietly walk myself towards the door. Suddenly a hand grabs my hair and pulls me back onto the ground. I let out a yelp.Â
âYou thought you could just sneak past us?â Student B chuckles. She tugs my tie and slaps me across the face.Â
The bullying continued for another five minutes until they got tired and left me on the floor of the gym storage room. Finally, it is silent. I let out a shaky breath. Tears continue to roll down. I cry, but no sound comes out. I clench my jaw and pull myself off the ground. I drag myself to the door.Â
I bump into Sooji first in the middle of the soccer field. She has a notepad in her hands which indicates sheâs running an errand for the professor. Her eyes soften when she notices my watery eyes.Â
âSooji,â I start to sob. I face down to the ground in humiliation. My fist clenches to my sides and my body shakes uncontrollably. She drops the notepad and walks over. She places her fingers over the buttons on my shirt which have gotten loose during the bullying session. She fixes it as I continue to cry.Â
âT-thank you,â I sniff.Â
âI can help you. We can get rid of this game once and for all. If you want to join me⊠give me your phone,â She explains. With shaky hands, I grasp and pull out my phone. I wipe my tears with my sleeves.Â
âCan you really get rid of it?â I whimper. She looks deep into my eyes.
âDo you trust me?â She asks. The wind blows past my shoulders. I pause deep in thought. I would do anything to get rid of the F rank from my name. Desperation floods my veins. Without answering her vocally, I hand her my device and watch her type in her number. She hands it back to me.
âWeâll keep in contact secretly. I still donât know who is running this game, but I have a hunch,â She discusses. She picks up the notepad.Â
âIâm going to leave so that people wonât get suspicious. Iâll message you soon,â She says before walking past me. I smile sadly and continue dragging myself to class. The pain in my stomach is starting to throb. As I walk up the stairs of the school building, I wince at each step. Sweat starts collecting on my neck. I take a break to catch my breath. This canât be the reality I live in⊠I refuse. I hear footsteps which causes me to look over.Â
Harin.Â
She wears a beige sweater over the school's white button-up. Her neatly brushed hair rests on her shoulders. She has a bright smile on her face. She walks over and scans my body carefully. I feel small and dirty under her gaze. My white button-up has patches of dirt and shoe marks. My hair is messy and tangled. Her nose scrunches in disgust and my stomach flips. Do I look that bad?
âIâm sorry,â I donât know why those words came out of my mouth. I donât even know what I am apologizing for. My lips quiver in shame. She fakes a pout and leans close to my ears.Â
âHang in there. Itâs not your fault,â She whispers in venom. She takes a step away from me, but I clench onto her arm. She gasps in shock.Â
âPlease help me, Harin. I will do anything,â I cry. She leans her face down and chuckles darkly. She tugs her arm away from me and my hand falls to my side. I stare up at her between my water eyelashes. She places her shoes on top of mine and presses down. An act of power.Â
âIâll think about it. For now, I need to break you more,â She shrugs and walks away. Leaving me sobbing. As she walks away I feel my life crashing. No! Why is she leaving me? I need her! She is the answer to my escape!
âThere you are~â I hear student B tease. I freeze in fear.Â
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The bullying continues for five more days. Harin continues to ignore me. I watch as she laughs joyfully with her friends. I worry she has truly forgotten about me. Iâve started to accept my fate. The bruises and cuts on my body have gotten more intense.Â
I stare at myself in front of the PE locker room mirror. My button shirt is unbuttoned, exposing my bra and stomach. The bruises and cuts have started to become more visible. I rub my fingers across the bruise on my hip and hiss in pain. My under-eye bag has gotten darker. I have started to lose weight. I hug my body tight. The door swings open and I quickly cover my chest with my arms. I watch the culprit walk over using the mirror.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â Harin asks. I shake my head, unable to speak. She examines my exposed stomach and I see her eyes widen.
âWhat is that?â She points at my bruises. I stay quiet. She tugs my shirt and I try to push her hands away. She doesnât stop til she successfully removes the shirt from my body. The cold air makes my skin prickle. She stares at my body and I blush in embarrassment. I have cuts and bruises all over. I feel ugly. I donât want her to see me like this. She gently puts her hand over my cut and I hiss as she scraps her fingernail across it.Â
âThose fools⊠I told them not to leave a bruise or cut on you,â She fumes. She looks up to my watery eyes.Â
âIâll fix this,â She promises. She picks up my shirt and helps me get into it. Then she hugs me. Her gentle and warm touches make me sob. I have not felt this in so long. She successfully broke me. I nervously clench my hands on her sweater. I want to hold onto her. I want to be in her arms forever. I feel safe. She removes herself from the hug. She smiles and cups my face. She brings her face close.Â
âDo you agree with everything I say? I can help you with this,â She asks.Â
âYes. Please help me,â I beg. Her eyes dilate and she places a kiss on my forehead.Â
âLet's get you clean up.â Her gentle fingers help me the whole way. Once she sees that I am good, she tells me to come back to class.Â
I walk behind her as we enter the classroom. The room grows quiet and they stare at us. Harin looks around till she sees the three students that have been bullying me. She calls them over with a smile which they gladly obey. She suddenly pulls me forward with her hand on the back of my neck and rips the top of my shirt open. My collarbone is exposed, revealing a bruise. I blush at the stares of students on my skin.Â
âDidnât I tell you not to leave a bruise on her?â Harin hums. The three students' eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. Harin waits patiently with her fingers rubbing my neck. She waits to see what kind of lame excuse they are going to come up with.
âWe left a bruise?! Oh my goodness I did not know! I promise we didnât go hard. She must have done that to herself!â Student B urges.Â
âIs that true? Did you do this to yourself?â Harin asks me. Why is the attention back on me? I turn to look at the three students who stare at me with anger. I can tell they want me to lie or I would get punished worse. My fist clenches in frustration. All the days they have tortured me. They deserve to rot.Â
âThey did this to me,â I fum. They stare at me in shock.Â
âI see,â Harin breathes. The three girls quickly bow down to our feet. I feel a sense of power seeing them at my feet.Â
âI order no one to touch Y/n from now on even though sheâs an F. Sheâs mine,â Harin announces. I feel a gush of love flood all over my body. Iâm hers. She told the whole classroom. I am not a secret. She saved me. I watch as she places her foot onto Student Bâs hand. She applies pressure, causing the student to wince.Â
âAs for you three. I have exposed your family's dirty company secrets to the world. This is what happens when you donât listen to me,â She chuckles. The three students gasps and cry out, but Harin turns her attention to me. She buttons up my shirt and pats my cheeks.Â
âLetâs go to our seat Y/n,â She chirps. Her hands never leave my upper thighs the whole class time. Rubbing her thumb against the flesh of my inner thigh. She gives it a squish a couple of times and bites her bottom lip. Embarrassingly enough, I ignore the wetness that has built up between my legs. I am addicted to being hers.Â
âCome home with me today,â She whispers.Â
âOkay,â I breathe. She gives my thighs another squeeze. My body humiliatingly jerks up. I gently place a hand on top of hers. She raises an eyebrow. She wonders if I am planning to remove her hand, but I wasnât planning that. In fact I start playing with her fingers. In awe at how smooth and long her fingers are. She allows me to play with her fingers.
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âReady to come home?â She asks me as she puts on her backpack. I put mine on and nod my head. I donât know what she has planned, but I trust her. I want her to do anything to me and I would be thankful for it. She holds my hands and I feel my cheeks burn up. During the whole walk, she never let go. Students would stare, but I am glad they are. They need to know I am hers and, hopefully, in some way, she is mine. We wait by the road of the school and a black Mercedes pulls up. The driver comes out and opens the door for us. I agape in amazement. She is super rich. During the car ride, she distanced herself. She focuses her attention on her phone. I stay quiet, but I deeply crave her attention and touch. I distract myself by staring out the window. Twenty minutes pass and we start pulling up at a mansion. I gulp nervously.Â
âYou live here?â I gasp. She laughs and pulls out a cigarette. In a quick motion, she flicks the lighter and lights the end of the cig. She smokes it and continues walking. I follow behind like a lost dog. She finishes about halfway before flicking it to the ground. She continues walking, I turn around to see a maid picking up the cig. The doors of the mansion open as she approaches. A few maid bows to greet us.Â
âLeave us alone for the rest of the day,â Harin orders. They quietly nod their heads and turn to exit. I stare around the building. The ceilings are tall and the windows expose large amounts of light in. The walls are pearl white and the chandelier glow. We end up in her room. I can tell by the scent that engulfed me when I entered. I stand awkwardly at the door, not knowing what to do. Harin walks to her closet and pulls out a pink bathrobe. She hands it to me and I blush.Â
âGo use my shower. Iâll be next door showering as well,â She explains. I stare at the robe.Â
âWhat? Do you not want to?â She questions slowly. I immediately shake my head.
âI do! I will do anything you ask,â I promise. She chuckles, her eyes dilating. She licks her lips and crosses her arms. She turns her body to the door and exits. I stand like a fool in the middle of her room. I enter her bathroom and bite my lips. I slowly pull the black tie from my collar. I stare at myself in her mirror; watching my fingers unbutton each button on my white shirt. I tug my black skirt down til it falls to my ankle. I stare at my body that only has a bra and underwear. I blush. I turn my face away from the mirror and remove my underclothes. I step into the shower and turn on the water. Once the water touches my skin I relax. I hum and close my eyes. The water relaxes my tense body.Â
Once I was done I walked out and wrapped myself in the pink bathrobe. I explore all her skin care products. With curiosity, I apply some to my face. The moisturizer sinks into my skin. I feel refreshed and clean. I walk out of the bathroom and see her sitting on her bed typing on her phone. With close inspection, itâs my phone sheâs looking at. Sheâs in a white bathrobe. Her face lightens up when she sees me. She pats the empty side of the bed next to her. I shyly obey and crawl onto the bed. My knees feel the soft and smooth textures of her bed sheets. I sit next to her and play with my fingers. She places my phone on her bed desk and turns her attention to me. My face is already flustered red. She draws her fingers along my face. She drags her thumb across my bottom lip.Â
âIâve been waiting to kiss you for so long,â She sighs. She tilts her head to stare at my eyes as she continues to play with my lips. My eyes feel heavy with lust. She gets in between my legs, her skin brushes against mine. She places her hands beside my head and leans in. She doesnât ask for permission as she grazes her lips against mine as a test. Her lips are so soft and plump. I crave more. She returns to kissing me. I sigh in pleasure as her tongue brushes against mine. I wrap my arms around her neck to pull her closer. My mind is clouded with lust, I forget to breathe. She pulls away, leaving a trail of spit that connects us. She smiles sinfully. She bends to my ear as her hands explore my body underneath the robe.Â
âI broke you,â She chuckles. She nips my ear and I yelp. She laughs and brushes her tongue against the shell of my ear. She dips her face against my neck and grazes her teeth against it. She bites and I shut my eyes while wincing.Â
âPlease be gentle,â I choke. She tugs my bathrobe open and cups her cold fingers around my chest. She pinches my nub harshly. My body thrashes and arches.Â
âI donât want to,â She purrs. She starts sucking on my nibble. Her tongue rolls around it, coating her wet saliva all over. Every time she bites down I cry out. Tears start collecting in the corner of my eye. She glances at my teary eyes and her eyes soften. She leans up to gently kiss my temple. Her other hand sneaks between my legs.Â
âW-wait!â I gasp. She quiets me by leaving sloppy kisses on my lips. Her fingers play with my inner thigh, not touching my core. She pulls away, her eyes heavy and cheeks red. I stare at her between my legs. Her white robe fell off her shoulders, exposing her body. My thighs forcefully open between her hips. She leans back to look at me. My hair is displaced all over her pillow. My chest rose up and down fast. My cunt glistens and her mouth waters.Â
âLet me in,â She blushes. I reach down to cover my cunt, but she jerks my hand above my head. Her skin rubs against my core and I grunt in embarrassment. She pepper kisses around my neck and ear.Â
âLet me make you feel good,â She purrs. I gasp for air when I feel her middle finger graze my wet cunt. She touches just the surface area and it leaves me sighing. She brings the finger to my face with a proud smile.Â
âYouâre wet,â She breathes. She returns her fingers to the top of my cunt and refuses to move. She leans in.Â
âI am going to ask just one more time. Will you let me in?â Her eyes are dark. My train of thought is messed up. I canât think clearly. She clouds my mind.Â
âYes,â I finally choke out. She immediately rubs her two fingers against my clit. I arch my back and let out a cry. The humiliating sound of my wet core being played by her finger starts to sound louder. Suddenly she removes her fingers, allowing me to breathe. She kneels back.Â
âTake the bathrobe off,â She demands. I rub my wet eyes before obeying her. I tug the pink robe off me completely and the cold air tickles me. She takes off her white rub and I stare lustfully at her body. Her smooth skin and curves look so biteable. She places two hands on both my thighs and splits them apart wider. I widen my eyes when I see her lowering her face to my core. Her bare butt lifts up.Â
âH-harin!â I blush. She sticks out her tongue and licks a long drag up. I moan, putting the back of my hand against my mouth. She spreads my wetness and her saliva around my clit. She licks and sucks. My thighs shake around her head. I moan loudly. My hands go down to touch her head. She looks up at me between my thighs. I see her mouth glisten with my wetness. I breathe heavily. My hair sticks against my sweaty forehead and neck. She pushes my thighs apart further and licks harshly.
âW-wait! I- I am,â I canât continue my sentence without moaning. Her tongue is so good against my core. I shove my hand against her head to push her away. I am too stimulated. I donât know how much longer I can last. She leans away with a hard look on her features. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She shoves her two fingers into my core. I cry out and thrash my body.Â
âDonât push me away ever again,â She grunts between each thrust. Tears roll down my cheeks. Her long and skillful fingers plunge into me deep. I lean my head back into the pillow. I moan loudly which makes her smile. My legs fall onto her shoulders and she leans her body forward. She watches my features carefully; examining how my eyes close and my mouth opens wide to release sighs and moans.Â
âHarin.. Ah!â I cry. She continues abusing her fingers into me. Deep and fast. I knew I wasnât going to last longer. I feel my walls clenching around her digits. My stomach feels funny.Â
âAgh! I am close!â She kisses my forehead. With a few more thrusts, I come to her hand. She lets me catch my breath against her ear. She removes her soaking fingers from my core. As she examines the wetness coating her finger, my phone rings. She looks at my phone on her side desk and watches how it vibrates against the wood. I turn my head over to see who is calling me. My heart drops.Â
Sooji is calling me.
Harin laughs bitterly, her eyes glinting with jealousy. I turn my body over and reach for my phone. My bare butt facing Harin. I fumble as I try to decline the call, but Harin presses her body against my back. She leans her mouth onto my ear.Â
âAnswer it,â She hisses. She kisses my shoulders.Â
âWhat?â I blush. Harin rubs her hand down my back. She stops at my butt and slaps it. I flinch forward.Â
âAnswer it and donât moan,â I let out a breathy sigh. With shaky fingers, I click on the green answer button.Â
âHello?â I ask. Harin plunges her fingers into me. I fall onto the bed with my ass up.Â
âY/n, I am glad you answered. Are you free for the next five minutes?â Sooji asks. Harin thrusts harder as if she wants me to fail. I muffle my moans into the bed.Â
âY-yes,â I choke out. Harin bites my shoulders and I let out a wince.Â
âAre you okay?â Sooji questions.Â
âYes! Yes- Ah! I am okay,â I could feel myself losing control. I donât know if I could keep my moans down with how Harin is abusing my cunt.Â
âOkay⊠I am wondering if youâre still on the same side as me. Do you want to take down the pyramid game?â Harin halts her movement which allows me to answer.Â
âI am not sure,â I breathe out. My mind is foggy.Â
âI found out that Harin is the creator of the game,â Sooji reveals. I freeze. I am lying here with Harinâs finger in me. The creator of this fucked up game. The game that broke me down til I am nothing but Harinâs submissive friend.
âI- I seeâŠâ I blurt. I can feel Harin breathing against my ear. I wish I could see her face.Â
âTo remove the game, we must take down Baek Harin,â The clock ticks and I repeat the sentence in my head. Am I willing to take down Harin? The girl who saved me? The girl who would destroy the world for me? The girl who has her fingers resting in my soaking cunt? My wetness runs down my thighs.Â
âI canât do that to Harin,â I finally answer. Harin feels her heart flutter.Â
âWhat? Why? This game caused you to-â Soojiâs voice gets muffled out by Harins.
âGood girl,â She purrs. I moan shamelessly. She starts to gradually increase her speed again. I buckle my hips against her finger. I sigh and pant against the bed sheets. Harin picks up the phone. She places it against her ear and smiles.Â
âHi Sooji. Sorry, Y/nâs busy right now,â She chuckles before ending the call. She tosses the phone to the side, her eyes not leaving my body. She loves how my body chases after her digits. She loves hearing how I moan her name. She has broken me, but I have never felt more alive because of her.Â
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The Perfect Remedy
Pairing: husband!Nanami x f!reader
Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.4k
cw: established relationship, smut - fingering, cunnilingus, spit play, vaginal sex, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetie, honey)
Summary: Nanami knows the perfect remedy for when you have a bad day.
Notes: Another week, another Nanami piece written purely out of horniness for this man. Enjoy! Reblogs, likes, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Thanks for reading! Tagging @liliorsstuff-blog, hereâs another one for our husband! đ
Nanami absolutely dotes on you when youâre having a bad day.
Itâs Sunday, almost noon, and youâre still in bed, not wanting to get up. Your husband wastes no time in trying to make you feel better. And since this is hardly the first time youâve been like this, he knows exactly what he needs to do.Â
He walks in, still in his pajamas, carrying a small tray with a hot plate of your favorite breakfast. Next to it is a thin glass vase with a single red rose. Thereâs a gentle expression on his face as soon as he sees you awake. âHowâs my sweetheart feeling?â he asks, setting the tray at the end of the bed, placing the flower on the nightstand beside you.
âAlready better because of you,â you smile, reaching an arm out to touch him. âThank you.â
He sits at the edge, taking your hand in his, lifting it up to his lips, kissing at your knuckles. âAre you hungry?â
âStarving.â
He props the tray up in front of you, watching you dig in, happy to see you delighting in his cooking. You feed him a few bites, which he accepts, grinning fondly at you. He does most of the talking, which is unusual for him. But at times like this, he pulls out all of the stops, aware that youâre in the mood to listen to his soothing voice, chatting away about current events he read in this morningâs paper.Â
When youâre done, he takes the tray away, giving you a smooch on the forehead before walking out of the bedroom. Shortly after, he returns with a steaming mug of your favorite hot beverage, handing it to you. You stay sitting up, letting the pleasant warmth of the cup radiate to your surrounding hands, sipping at it slowly. Itâs perfect, exactly the way you like it. Thatâs just one of many things you love about Nanami; his attention to detail.
While you remain in bed, he tidies up the room, picking up a few pieces of littered laundry from the floor, folding clothes, reorganizing products on the shared vanity. He takes his time doing these mundane tasks, wanting to stay near you in case you need anything. You watch him affectionately, always in awe about how lucky you are to have him. Itâs ordinary moments like this that remind you how special the life you built with him is.
With every chore complete, he sits next to you on the edge of the bed, cupping your cheek. âShall we take a bath?â
Minutes later, the bathtub is filled with hot water. Three lit candles are set around it, the subtle scent relaxing as he helps you undress, large fingers grazing across your skin slowly. Heâs already naked behind you, body pressed closed to yours, grazing his lips along your neck and shoulders. Completely bare now, he tilts your chin towards him, kissing you passionately, his other hand caressing your belly. He lets out a small, satisfied hum, his cock hardening against you. He gets into the bath first, settling in comfortably, holding his hand out to help you next. You sit in front of him, cozy in the tub, relaxed in his arms. The two of you stay like this for a while, basking in the pleasant heat of the water and your bodies surrounding each other.Â
Eventually, his hands start to roam, first at your chest, squeezing your breasts softly, pinching at the nipples until theyâre plump between his fingers. You crane your neck to kiss him, sucking at his lower lip, quiet moans escaping your mouth. He trails further down between your thighs, fingers searching for your clit, one hand still firm on your tit. You melt into him, leaning your head back on his shoulder as he pleasures you, circling your bud underwater.
âAh, Kento,â you whimper, reaching to play with his hair, turning to kiss him on the neck.Â
âJust enjoy it, princess. Let me take care of you,â he whispers, rubbing your clit faster. Waves start to splash with each rapid movement he makes, some of it spilling over the sides of the tub. He doesnât stop even after you climax, knowing you can still take it. Itâs only when youâre twitching, puffy bud too sensitive from stimulation, that you grab at his wrist to pause him. You giggle, shifting around to wrap your arms around his neck. âToo much, sweetie,â you say, nuzzling your face to his. âI want you inside me now.â
Soon, youâre back on the bed after hastily drying yourselves off. He hovers over you, skin still damp, beads of water dripping from the tips of his hair. The way he gazes at you, as if youâre the most marvelous sight, always puts a swell in your chest. Youâre everything to him, just as he is to you.Â
He positions his face between your legs, spreading your thighs wide, licking his lips before he dives in. Still sensitive from earlier, you curse as soon as his tongue swipes over your clit. He eats you out sloppily, mouth open, drooling, tongue flicking relentlessly against your bud. His middle finger teases your entrance before slipping in entirely, pussy already wet and ready for him. With an added finger, he fucks you slowly, curling at just the right spot.Â
A high-pitched whine escapes your mouth, fists clenching tightly to the bed sheets below you. He hums in response, surrounding you with lips and tongue, fingers deep inside you, the tips toying with your G-spot. Again, he doesnât stop when you orgasm on his face. Your husband is relentless when it comes to pleasuring you. You have to physically restrain him to put a halt to his efforts, sitting up to pull him towards you to kiss him, mouth sloppy from saliva and arousal. He loves it when you taste yourself on him, licking along his lips and down to his chin, collecting it on your tongue. Hand behind your neck, he pulls you close, sucking on your tongue, then spitting into your mouth. He watches you swallow, opening again for him to repeat the process.Â
Satisfied, he rolls you on top of him, planting his feet on the bed. âIâm going to take care of you, okay? All you have to do is take it. Can you do that for me, honey?â He reaches for the drawer next to the bed for the lube, prepping himself.Â
You nod against him, face buried in the crook of his neck, arms tight around him. He uses his knees to spread your legs wide, hands on your hips, guiding his erect cock inside you. It slides in smoothly, slick from lubricant, your multiple orgasms, and his saliva. Once he bottoms out, he starts thrusting. âDoes this feel good, princess?â he murmurs, increasing the pace.
âFuck, it feels so good,â you breathe out.
âYou take it so well. We were made for each other.â He glides his hands to your ass. âI get to fuck this perfect pussy for the rest of our lives, donât I?â
âYes, baby. Forever and ever,â you moan, trying to ride him.
He chuckles. âYou canât help yourself, can you, honey? Always want to ride this cock. I told you; Iâll take care of you.â He holds you steadily, pumping his cock in and out of you, fucking your sweet spot once more. âSo let me do all the work.â
You relax, relinquishing all control to him. Letting him fuck you until your brain is empty, until your pussy is drenched, until youâre so fucked out that you canât move a single bone in your spent body. Ecstasy consumes you, all thoughts focused on him and nothing else. His tender touch as he nuzzles his nose to yours, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. The rough jerk of his hips, pumping his hard cock into your wet pussy, determined and eager for more of your cum. Desperate to make every part of you feel good.Â
When heâs finally pushed over the edge, he grunts in your ear, releasing his hot load inside you. He cradles you in his arms, kissing you softly, whispering, âI love you,â, sensing youâre on the verge of sleep. He rolls you to the side, sliding out of you, admiring the way his cum leaks out of your fluttering slit. Quietly, he hops out of bed, retrieving baby wipes from the bathroom, cleaning you up. All finished, he slips his arm around your waist, spooning you from behind. Half-asleep, you slot your fingers between his, snuggling in closer to him, smiling.Â
You can always count on your wonderful husband to turn a bad day into a good one. Â
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Damianâs hands were once meant to create. He remembered the early days at motherâs side, impressing whirls of wild colors on quality pieces of paper and delighting in their beauty. He was just Damian, then. Sometimes, he was his motherâs beloved son and sometimes he was that and just Damian. He loved being just Damian, when the colors were bright and each spread of color brought life and love and tenderness. His mother tucked away those drawings in a secret compartment, to be enjoyed by herself in private. To love him, in private.
Then he became Damian al Ghul and colors were leeched out of his life. Not so much as leeched out. If anything, they got more intense. But where variety and brightness once claimed his attention, only red and black and gold held it now. So had his grandfather decreed, so he must obey. He unraveled skin, to get that nauseating shade of red. He was taught to be of worth, for without it, without the skills he mastered, Damian al Ghul was just Damian, and Damian was nothing. Damian al Ghulâs hands were not meant to create. They were meant for destruction. To spill only red, to wear only black intertwined with gold. To obey the greens of his grandfatherâs robes. To see that green reflected in his own eyes and to know that grandfather was mad. Mad, but powerful. Insane with bloodlust and power hungry. Still, mother had gone cold. She no longer showed the easy affection with just Damian. So he obeyed, because that was all he knew how to do, how to love.
Then he became Damian al Ghul-Wayne. He spilt the blood of those who were proclaimed his brothers without a shred of proof they were his betters. Because they had to be his betters to be his brothers and he attacked them over and over and they would not put him down to prove themselves. And father perplexed him, because he asked Damian al Ghul-Wayne to hurt but not end, to partially break but not fully destroy. So he learns to gentle himself. But as time went on and his brothers refused to hurt him in any meaningful way, to assert their place in the hierarchy despite his challenges, Damian al Ghul-Wayne learns to love them. He learns to be, if not kind, then not harmful. To nurture, through his love of animals.
He apologizes to his brothers, in the only way he was taught, with sharp words and a reliable presence at their back. He gave them his back, turned and allowed them to walk behind, because that expression of trust was the only way he could tell them theyâre welcome to stab him in the back for his transgressions. He thinks they get it, considering their support in bullying his father into getting his various pets. And, once he learned how to say it with words because it meant more to them, they forgave him with words. And guilt tripped him, but Damian allowed it for a period of time. A bit of guilt tripping for attempted murder is⊠an unfair trade for them.
And when he became Damian Wayne, it was an easel and an extensive paint set placed beside it that settled the name fully on his shoulders. A weight he willingly bears because the colors are back in his life again. Damian Wayne stalled at the door to the converted sunroom. A studio.
âItâs yours, Master Damian.â Alfred Pennyworth placed his hand on Damian Wayneâs shoulder. A welcome home. A sign of acceptance.
Numb, numb lips parted to ask, âMine..?â
âWe had thought this would be an appropriate gift for your birthday. Your siblings put quite a bit of work into remodeling it, with our help.â
Damian knew exactly where they got the idea. His gaze had lingered too long at the paintings in a gala they were forced to go to, and Timothy was by his side, eyes always sharp and knowing and kind.
He could see Richardâs influence in the awnings, high places painted with bright colors and little blobs of things. He could see fatherâs influence, in the way the furniture was optimally placed. Barbaraâs touch in the high tech music center, and remote monitoring system. Jasonâs in the hidden weapons around the room, league trained and knowing that it would help Damian feel secure in this new area of his life. Timothyâs influence that all of this happened to begin with, without Damianâs knowledge nor suspicion. Alfredâs influence in the accessible doors and food bowls and conveniently placed bed for Titus.
And later, the rest of his family will swing by and leave impressions of themselves (to Damianâs disgruntlement, literal impressions) in his room. But for now?
Right now, it feels like acceptance. It feels like love. It feels like he could be Just Damian again.
âIt is acceptable.â He said, running over gentle fingers over the selection of brushes and tubes of paints. His gentleness belies the cold words, and Alfred Pennyworth knows that this is high praise coming from Damian.
âVery good, Master Damian.â Alfred Pennyworth replied.
And then Damian al Ghul-Wayne isnât sure-
âI⊠am allowed?â
Alfred Pennyworthâs eyes darken with sadness, but his face remains impeccably unaffected. Damian thinks thatâs why he understood Damianâs learned coldness the best.
âYes. This is, after all, your birthday gift to be enjoyed whenever you see fit.â
Just like that, Damian knows he isnât just Damian anymore. Heâs Damian Wayne because just Damian did not have this, did not have them. Damian nodded decisively and picked up his brush. He squeezed out paint and, as Richard might say, âwent to town.â
With every stroke of the brush, every color smeared onto blank canvas, a smile steadily grew in his face. Damian looses himself once more in the colors and swirls and shapes and does not see his family gathered at the door marveling at the pure unfiltered joy, the first theyâve ever truly witnessed, on his face.
He does not notice when they leave, filtering away and feeling proud at themselves, because Damian Wanyne found his colors again. His hands were no longer just meant for creating or destruction. His hands learned to do both, to express what he himself could not. His canvases were proudly displayed around his home.
Damian Wayne thinks heâs found family. He think heâs found a bit of himself.
#Damian Wayne#Robin#Batman#I have feelings about Damianâs transition from murder child to a vigilante child#Damian is a child#heâs like what 10-14??#moved half way across the world#got new siblings#and had to learn a whole new moral code#thatâs stressful af
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A Pact of Fire and Ice Part 1
Recently became obsessed with Cregan Stark but I still love the Targaryen's. So here I go.
No skin tone was mentioned only the mentions of hair colour. Also some differences from the books to this
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Everything went so fast just a few days ago you were eating dinner in Kings Landing with your family. Now the same family was finally severed after years of hanging by a string, your mother Princess Rhaenyra was supplanted by your Uncle Aegon, and your younger brother was killed by your Uncle Aemond on a diplomatic trip. You meanwhile are being prepped to your journey to Winterfell where you meet your betrothed Lord Cregan Stark. Your brother Jaceryer's offered your hand in marriage to the young wolf. After discussing with his council he accepted." My sweet girl why that face" your mother's voice made you turn around," I'm just preparing myself to leave my home and get married to someone I don't know" You shrugged, Rhaenyra sighed," I felt the same when I married your father Laenor, both of us weren't keen on it. Still, we made it work" she said touching your silver hair gently, unlike your brothers you have inherited the traditional Valerian features of purple eyes and silver hair much to your mother delight as it got suspicions of her firstborn son's parentage of her back for a while."But it mostly it will help us gain a great ally as if House Stark is on our side so will the rest of the north" Daemon said showing up out of nowhere, you sighed," I love being a political pawn" you said to him with an eye roll," Princess since you became off age your mother and I have been drowning in papers of houses asking for your hand in marriage but we haven't accepted any of them as your mother wanted you to make your own choices, but circumstances changed. You should be lucky it's Lord Cregan Stark who will be your husband and not someone else" Daemon said making you squint your eyes at him," Cregan Stark is an honourable man my sweet girl" Rhaenyra said trying to defuse the situation," I'm doing this only for you mother" you said after a minute of silence, she smiled at you and kissed your temple," You remind me of your father" she said," I wish he could have been here" Rhaenyra gave you a tight-lipped smile,"So do I, now say your goodbye's your dragon is being prepared as we speak".
Joffrey was holding tight onto you his face buried in your stomach, "Please don't leave. Don't leave me" he whimpered, tears falling down his chubby cheeks," I will be back before you know it Jof. Take care of Dragonstone and Mother for me. My brave little brother, I know you can do it" You said while touching his hair gently, he slowly backed away from you, wiping tears away. You turned to Corlys and Rhaenys," You be safe in Winterfell, Lord Cregan is one of the finest swordsmen the seven kingdoms have ever seen. He will take good care of you" Corlys said placing a hand on your shoulder," That's not the reason I don't want to go Grandsire" Corlys nodded," I know but duty is important. Both your father and mother didn't want to get married but they did as it was there duty to the realm", you didn't answer but just bowed your head, Coryls grabbed your chin and made you look up at him,"And you being in the north will also stop you taking up arms to ride into battle to fight your Kinslayer Uncle. I already lost one grandchild to the Greens, I don't want to lose another" he said sincerely, you smiled sadly at him before moving towards Rhaenys who took you by the hands," I wish Laenor would see you right now. He would have loved the woman you have turned to. I still remember how happy he was the day you were born, his first and only girl. Take care of yourself, take the long route to the north in case the greens try to attack. This alliance is a turning point in this war, with the north-","I know, with the North my mother's throne can secured back, they have the biggest army in the North" she nodded, she gave you a hug gently caressing your hair before letting you go. You smiled at her before turning to your dragon Tyraxes, a beautiful Snow White dragon whose scales glittered in a purple hue when the sun shone and green eyes,"issi ao ready syt se journey bÄ jelmor? (are you ready for the journey up north?)".
Meanwhile Cregan Stark was taking Jacaerys out for a hunting trip wanting to know everything about his future wife and Jace was happy to give him the info," She is a bit of a handful at times so good luck with that. People say she is like mother when she was younger. But her beauty is something from out of this world. Her hair shines like diamonds in the sun, her eyes a purple like never seen before and her skin as soft as silk" Jace said in a way which made Cregan wonder if he was in love with his sister, everyone in the realm knew about the Royal Families queer customs," She loves the colour red and always wears jewellery doesn't matter what the situation is rings, necklaces and earrings are always on her" Jace continued," I had this in mind for her do you think she will like it?" Cregan said reaching into his pelt pulling out a small necklace and handing it to Jace who gently took it,"Is this made out of Dragon glass and Valyrian steel?" Jace asked surprised," I found it within my family Heirlooms, I don't know the history of it but I knew it was Valeyrian steel because of the feel of steel it's just like Ice," he said patting the sword which was attached to his hip,"Valeyrian piece of Jewellery should be worn by a Valeyrian Princess" Jace looked at the necklace more in detail it was a dragon which wrapped around a dragon glass sphere, "She will love it. I'm sure of it" he said handing back the necklace. Cregan tugged back under his pelt,"Let's try to hunt for something, your sister will be here by nightfall"
Just like Cregan said you arrived at Nightfall, Tyraxes landed on the snowy ground, the snow jumped into the air from the impact of the large beast,"I'm Princess Y/N, I'm here for Cregan Stark" you said to an approaching knight,"Follow me your highness" he said trying to avoid eye contact with Tyraxes, you patted her nose before following the guard into the castle. You pulled your cloak closer to your body, as the clothes you are wearing aren't doing much to protect you from the cold,"It be warmer once you get inside Princess" the guard said noticing you shivering.
Cregan was waiting in the main hall, Jace was with him excited to see his sister again."Princess Y/N of House Targaryen has arrived Lord Cregan" the guard said. The older man moved towards you,"Your Grace, I'm Lord Cregan Stark, Warden of the North" he said bowing his head to you," I assumed so as the guard called you Lord Cregan and you are the only other person here beside my brother" you said while brushing snow of your shoulders," I have a room prepared for you my Princess. It's close to your brothers, tomorrow I want to show you around Winterfell" he said ignoring the tone of your voice, he did study you from head to toe, Jace wasn't lying when he said your beauty is from out of this world. Your hair looked indeed diamonds when the warm lights of the candles hit them and your eyes took his breath away, "What are you waiting for my Lord? I want to change and I'm in need of rest" Cregan nodded,"Follow me Princess".
You followed Cregan towards your room,"I hope it's to your liking Princess" he said opening the door, It was smaller than your room in King Landing and Dragonstone but it felt homier, the furs and many wooden objects with the warm candlelight, you removed your cape and placed it onto a chair,"It's surprisingly warm in here" you said as Cregan moved towards the Fire place where he threw in more wood,"It's because of the hot springs, you need to see them sister. They are amazing" Jace said excitedly,"I leave the two of you be. You probably have a lot to talk about. My Prince, Princess" he said leaving the two of you alone.
You sat down on the couch making Jace follow he grabbed your hands,"Luce...-","We never found a body, well never his full one. We gave him a dragon rider funeral it was nice, only you were missing" you said sadly making Jace squeeze your hand,"I wish I could have been there. I wish it was me who went to Stormsend. Since I heard about his death, I have been dreaming about our last interaction. It wasn't positive, he was scared and worried and I just yelled at him. It's not what a brother does, it's not what a King is supposed to do" Jace said getting emotional," It's not your fault, you were worried as well and emotions can run high during those moments. The only ones to blame are the greens, our Uncle especially" you said kissing his cheek, making him sigh,"I'm glad you are here my sweet sister" he said touching your cheek gently,"I should be mad at you, selling me off like I'm some cattle" Jace grimaced," I did what was needed, he recently lost his heir and second wife. He needs a new one, his council was encouraging him. He's a great man, he will treat you right" he said while gently caressing your cheek, you leaned into his touch and sighed,"If it will help us get back the Iron Throne then so be it. At least he isn't ancient like some of the other Lords" you said making Jace chuckle," Only the best for my beloved sister" he said,"I let you get some rest. Lord Cregan has the day planned out for you".
The next day you were awoken by a knock on the door, "Princess" a servant girl appeared from between the doors, "Lord Cregan asked me to assist you in getting ready" she said with a soft smile, you nodded and stepped out of the bed,"Did you sleep well Princess","Yes, the beds are softer than I imagined, so are the furs I thought they would be scratchy" you chuckled," Lord Cregan made sure we gave you the best furs" she said placing down a gown on the bed before she began working on your hair, "Is this for me?", "Yes, it's more suited for the weather than the gown you arrived in yesterday. Even though stunning it's ill-suited for the weather" she said,"Very well" you said looking down at the gown, It was a deep red gown made out of a think velvet, and it had embroidery in the form of flowers and leaves on it, "It's beautiful" you said," It belonged to Lords first wife, she wore it often" she said making you frown,"It must mean a lot to him than?" you said as the servant picked the dress up again and back unlacing the back,"She was his first love, gave birth to his heir, so yes the dress means a lot to him" she said as you stepped into the gown,"Why would he give to me than?", "Cause Prince Jacaerys told him red is your favourite colour and you need more suiting clothes," she said,"That's very sweet of him," you said,"Your hair is truly beautiful Princess. We in Winterfell heard of your beauty often, so often that it seemed exaggerated but now seeing you" she smiled,"I'm sorry, it's just here in Winterfell we don't see many variations in peoples looks. Your brother fits right in but you not so much....looks wise of course Princess," she said quickly finishing lacing you up,"Lord Cregan will meet you in the great hall for breakfast".
Cregan was drumming his fingers on the wood, the food in front of him slowly becoming cold,"More wine?" a cupbearer asked, but Cregan only answered by waving him away." So nervous, it's not like you" a female voice said making turn around,"Sarah what are you doing here?" he asked with a smile," I want to see my brother embarrass himself in front of the Princess of this realm" she smiled cheekily," I forgot how long woman take to get ready" he said making Sarah roll her eyes at him," Ironic as there are best clothes. Someone likes to make an impression" she continued to tease, Cregan playfully rolled his eyes, like you tried to make an impression with the young Prince. This is your best dress" he said making her blush," I just want to look good, we don't have royalty here often and besides he is engaged to another and why would a Prince like a bastard like me anyway" She shrugged. Cregan patted her hair gently,"You are my sister which makes you a Stark, it doesn't matter what the others say". Sarah smiled and was about to say something when the door opened revealing you, in the red dress which made Cregan get up from his seat,"My Lord sorry for the wait" you said folding your hands together,"The dress..." Sarah began,"It looks stunning you Princess" Cregan said, he wasn't lying, you indeed look ethereal with it but the emotions of seeing another woman in his dead love dress made him feel emotional, A bit of regret began filling him but also something else started to bubble inside him. He didn't know what yet,"Let's eat, you must be starving," he said,"This is Sarah Snow...my.." Cregan didn't know how to word it,"I'm his Bastard sister," she said bluntly,"It's an honour to have you here in Winterfell your Highness," she said bowing,"It's an honour to be here," you said with a tight-lipped smile,"Is my brother joining us?" you asked sitting down," No your grace, he's breaking his fast in his room. Today is for us to get to know each other and for you to know Winterfell" Cregan said taking a sip of his wine, and looking at Sarah mentally telling her to leave,"I be on my way, have a lovely day" you smiled at her,"She seems lovely" you said cutting into the food," She is, I love her dearly doesn't matter if she is a bastard" he said making you smile." I have another gift for you" he said,"Bring it to me" he said making a servant nod and leave the room before re-entering it,"Here you will need it for the outside" he said as the servant handed you the bundle, it was white with some black and grey thrown in it, it was soft,"It's made of Wolf fur, your brother and I hunted it. We are going eat the meet for dinner tonight" he said,"The craftsmanship id amazing" you said as," I will send them your regards. I thought white would suit you well" he said with a smile,"Thank you Lord Cregan" he smiled,"Let's go, winter is close which means it will get darker sooner and I have a lot to show you" he said while you pulled the jacket on.
"These are the Godswood," Cregan said as you looked around in awe, "It's stunning, it's like those woods from fairytales," you said as the snow crunched underneath your boots,"It's so much larger than the one in the red keep," you said while looking snow covered trees, Cregan hummed in response,"The heart tree is just this way" he said placing his hand on your back and led you to the centre of the Godswood. Soon you were met with the large white tree, the white branches expand in a longer fashion than the one within the Red Keep. The red leaves stood out on its white surroundings,"You believe in the old gods instead of the faith of the seven?" you said,"Yes, don't try to convert me, Princess, your brother tried and failed ","Do not worry, I don't follow the seventh anymore. I find comfort within the Gods of Old Valyria" you said gently touching the leaves of the heart tree."Tell me more about those gods than" Cregan said making you turn around to face him,"Maybe another time my Lord, I want you to continue showing me around Winterfell" you said crossing your arms behind your back.
Cregan continued to show you around Winterfell," The last thing I want to show you is this" he said, he led you to a large door that was made from unfamiliar material, it looked heavy, Cregan seemed to struggle a little bit to open it. Once open only darkness was can be seen," Those are the crypts of Winterfell, all the tombs of my ancestors are kept here" he said grabbing a torch before walking into the darkness,"A bit inappropriate for a first date, he could at least wait for our third before showing me where all his dead relatives are being shoved in" you mumbled before following him. It was dark and chilly and the air was wet which made you wrinkle your nose as you walked down the spiral staircase. "These are statues of the Lords before me," he said shining his torch on the statues, "This one is of my father," Cregan said, he said looking up at the large stone statue,"Do you remember much of your father?", he shook his head," I just remember bits and pieces, I wish I remembered more and I wish I could forget the day he died" you said, Cregan looked at you,"You where there?" you hummed," I hear commission in the throne room of Driftmark, it was only days after my aunt's funeral. I couldn't sleep because of the events from the last few days, so I decided to see what was happening. I found my Grandmother crying over some shard remains, Grandsire Coryl's was yelling at the guards so I knew it must have been my father" you said making Cregan look at you sadly,"No child should have witnessed something like that. I'm sorry Princess for your loss, for all of your losses" he said," Let's leave, this place is giving me the creeps" you said.
Jace was talking to Sarah when you arrived back,"Hello sweet sister how was your trip" he asked,"I know Winterfell now, which was the purpose of this trip" You shrugged making Jace give you a look,"It went well brother. I want to take a bath however" you said,"I will tell the maids to draw you one" Sarah said which made you nod,"Thank you. Until then I will go back to my dragon" you said walking off with Jace following behind. "Now sister, tell the truth about your trip" he said,"I said everything that needed to be said Jace. I won't fall in love with him after one trip," you said before breaking off into a sprint when you saw Tyraxes in the distance, "I missed you girl," you said hugging her neck,"So you saying there is a possibility in you falling in love with him," Jace said making you roll your eyes, "I didn't say that"," but you also didn't deny it," he said,"Don't you have a fiancé to return too and annoy?" you huffed,"Not until you and Cregan are wedded, he wants to marry in the way of the old gods" he said making you look at him with a lifted brow,"It's a very intimate ceremony similar to a traditional Valeryian one" Jace explained making you nod.
#cregan stark x reader#cregan stark#cregan x reader#cregan stark x targaryen!reader#cregan stark x y/n#cregan stark x you#Cregan Stark x fem!reader
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every moment with you is precious
synopsis: nikolai takes you on a cute lil picnic date...
content: fem!reader, tooth-rotting fluff (˶ᔠᔠá”˶)~â§
"Hello precious! You look beautiful as always."Â
A giggle escaped as Nikolai embraced you, his strong arms lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. He placed you back down before opening the passenger door like a gentleman, motioning for you to enter his car.
"Where are we going?" You curiously asked as he got into the driver's seat.Â
"That's for me to know and you to find out." He chuckled to himself as he started driving.
You smiled at his answer, shaking your head as you looked away. What did you even expect? His answer was very Nikolai-like. This was typical, as he never told you about any of your dates beforehand because it would "spoil the surprise," as he puts it. But to his surprise, you had grown accustomed to his whimsical behavior and were even fond of it. Dates with Nikolai were always far from dull because you never knew what to expect from him, but that's what was exciting. Most of the time, he preferred to do something fun and spontaneous instead of a pre-planned date, but that didn't mean the man wasn't ever romantic.Â
You leaned your head against the car window and hummed to the music from the radio, though you shortly felt a poke on your cheek that caused your head to turn to see the culprit.
"Keep both hands on the wheel, silly."
After about 45 minutes, many song sing-alongs and laughs later, Nikolai finally parked in a grassy location. Behind exiting the car, you looked in awe at the enchanting view. Nikolai came up behind you, immediately engulfing you in a hug, wrapping his arms around you with his chin resting on the top of your head.
It was a secluded area, not a person in sight, just the two of you and the beautiful scenery to ravish. The lush greenery surrounding you was a sight to behold. Nikolai didn't miss your fascinated expression and took this opportunity to tease you, booping your nose.
"Pretty isn't it? I knew you would like it."
"I love it! Where did you find this place?"
"Oh, I have my ways.." He flashed you one of his signature charming smiles.
Nikolai carefully laid out the picnic blanket on the verdant grass, and you observed with delight as he meticulously unpacked all sorts of seemingly homemade food from the picnic basket he had brought. He always went the extra mile to impress and pamper you, leaving you feeling appreciative of his sweet gestures.
"Nikolai.. you didn't have to do all of this.."
"Shh love, it's nothing at all. You deserve this."
He placed cushions where the two of you would be sitting to provide extra comfort. You helped him appealingly arrange the food and listened as he explained everything he had lovingly prepared, each a testament to his thoughtfulness and effort to make the day special for you.
"Oh, and one last thing!" He pulls out a flower bouquet, presenting it dramatically to you.Â
"Pretty flowers for my pretty girl."
You graciously accepted the gorgeous blooms, admiring and inhaling the sweet scent of the bouquet that permeated the air.
"Thank you, Kolya.. these are so beautiful."
He kissed your cheek and quietly uttered something you nearly missed. "Not more than you." He carefully wet a paper towel and wrapped it around the flowers' stems so they stayed fresh throughout and after the date.Â
"Shall we start eating?" He asked, to which you nodded in agreement.
As you ate together, you listened to Nikolai talk about a new magic trick he learned recently and smiled as he enthusiastically spoke, only taking a break when he heard you start to speak.
"This is so yummy, Nikolai! Thank you for making this food.."Â
His cheeks flushed, happy to see you enjoying his cooking.Â
"Anything to see that smile, darling.."
Nikolai noticed small flowers near him in the grass and absent-mindedly picked some while he continued to talk, forming a tiny bouquet in his hand. His words became fainter as his eyes diverted to something in the distance, a grin growing on his face.Â
"Ohh, look!" He pointed to a pond close to where the both of you were sitting.
You turned your head to see multiple baby ducks swimming in the pond following the mother duck, and you couldn't help but smile at how adorable the scene was.
"Aww."
"Let's get closer!" Nikolai says exuberantly, taking your hand and making you follow him near the pond edge. Both of you were now seated in the grass, still hand-in-hand.
"They're so fuzzy." You cooed as you watched the ducklings splish-splash in the water. Turning your head toward Nikolai shortly after, you noticed how sweet and innocent he looked at this moment. Moments when he was like this were one of the many reasons why you fell for him in the first place. It's like there wasn't a single evil bone in his body. Something about watching Nikolai wide-eyed, excited by watching baby ducks while holding your hand, made your brain short-circuit.Â
"I kinda want to take the babies home and put them in a kiddie pool." He states humorously.
"I'm not sure mama duck would like that.."
"Kidding, dove!" He pouts, making your heart flutter.Â
You continued to watch the pond before feeling something in your hair.Â
Fingers lightly brushing against your hair and small little pokes. Turning your head, you see Nikolai putting the flowers he had picked earlier in your hair.
"Kolya, why do you call me dove?" You coyly ask as he continues to play with your hair, ultimately deciding to braid it. Even after all this time with him, you still felt shy being so close to him in such an intimate manner. Hands positioned in your lap as you're facing him, admiring his soft features. Feeling his ungloved hands running through your hair in such a delicate and loving manner made your heart full.Â
"Because you're as gentle and beautiful as one, my love." His fingers twisting and turning as he braided, weaving flowers into your hair, making it prettier than ever. Your face reddened after hearing his comment, causing you to look down at your lap, only for your chin to be lifted again by his finger to make you look at him.Â
"You're so cute." He placed a peck on your lips, leaving you even more flustered.Â
"Annnnd, done! Now we're matching." He proudly exclaimed, accomplished as he finished doing your hair, pulling a few small strands of hair to the front to frame your face. You looked down at the braid, admiring how the flowers decorated your hair.
"Want to have dessert now?" He asks, making you giggle before nodding. Nikolai always loved sweets, and he especially loved sharing them with you.Â
He unpacked a slice of strawberry cake, not having missed the stare of fascination that came from you.
"You made this?"
"I sure did, dovey~ I know strawberries are your favorite." He picked the strawberry off the top of the cake and moved his fingers towards your lips, wanting to feed it to you. The berry barely touched your lips before you opened your mouth and took a bite. Nikolai seemed very happy to feed you, grazing his thumb against your bottom lip as you finished chewing before pulling his hand away.Â
"I brought a container of strawberries for you in case you wanted more." He smiled.Â
"Kolya.. this is so sweet of you. You're spoiling me.."
"Nonsense! I'll buy you all the strawberries in the world, you deserve everything and more."
You and Nikolai shared the delicious cake and continued to chat, taking this chance to wipe some cream off his lip before licking your thumb.Â
"H-Hey, I wanted to do that to you.." He sulked adorably.
"Too late." You laughed and fed him a strawberry instead, which he happily ate from your hand.
The sun was slowly getting close to setting, and he was now lying on the blanket, with you resting on top of him on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body and the calming rhythm of his heartbeat. One of his hands entangled in your hair, and the other was by his side. Your fingers traced along his chest and eventually found their way toward his lone hand, which was inching to enclose your own.
"Thank you for today Kolya. The flowers, the delicious food, everything.."
You peppered kisses on his cheeks, nose, jawline, and neck, causing his skin to flush with a rosy hue. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the affectionate gesture. Feeling the warmth of his skin under your touch, you couldn't help but smile, knowing that you were bringing him joy.Â
He had never felt so light, so free.Â
"Dove?"
"Hm?"
"You know how I always wanted to be free and out of the cage of my emotions? You make me want to be even more trapped than I was before. In this cage of love that I never want to escape from."
The sudden confession had left you speechless. You had known about Nikolai's ideals- one that many find strange, for a while now, but he'd never talked about it in a manner that involved you. It touched you nonetheless to hear him admit reality, one where he had already chained his heart to you despite wanting the freedom he once so desperately craved. Maybe, just maybe, this was the freedom he covertly desired all along.
"I want to be around you and with you forever." He whispers sweetly while slowly opening his eyes to look back at you again. The rays of sunlight illuminated his beautiful features, with his captivating eyes shining brightly and his smile outshining the sun. His lips caught yours in a sweet kiss before he flipped you over so you were now on your back with him on top, comfortably laying his head on your chest.Â
"Kolya.." You softly say while running your hands over his snowy white locks, reaching for the fluffy pom-pom adornment that kept his braid together.
Nikolai hums and looks at you, his eyes sparkling.
"Yes, ĐĐŸŃ Đ»ŃĐ±ĐŸĐČ?"
"I'll always be here with you. I can't imagine spending the rest of my life without you either."
Something in Nikolai's mind went haywire as your words reached his ears. He never imagined he would be fortunate enough to encounter someone who not only cared for him but understood him on such a profound and intimate level. He thought he was undeserving of everything you had to offer, the kindness and love you had given him and continue to, despite all he had done in the past. Yet, here you were, gazing at him with gentle, compassionate eyes instead.
He shifted his position so that he was now lying next to you. He pulled you close, enveloping you against his chest while looking into your eyes. You noticed his eyes glistened with emotion as you moved towards his lips. In that moment, his love for you was unmistakable.Â
As the sun sunk low on the horizon, casting a warm, crimson glow over everything, Nikolai held you tighter, content with this tranquility. He found solace in your presence in this moment, feeling that as long as you were by his side, life was not only bearable but beautiful.
translations: ĐĐŸŃ Đ»ŃĐ±ĐŸĐČ - my love
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Flying Private Part 2
A half season filled with pastries and about as much romance as in âThe Hobbitâ book later, Alexia decided to one up her gift-giving.
Repeating the usual routine - Alexia embarked the private jet with a pep in her step â leaving a simple paper bag on top of the closest seat to the cabin, as usual. This time? No ensaimada was in sight. That beautiful doughy pastry dusted with a delightful sugar powder that Y/N adored. A simple box took itâs place inside the paper bag.
That was it, the hard part was done, or so Alexia thought.
An usual talkative Y/N entered the jet, starting polite conversation with all crew members, making a bee line for the cabin â the pilot stood dead on her tracks as she opened the bag. Was it guilt? Maybe disappointment? Surely the pilot wasnât sad about the gift switch-up?
Oh- yeah, thatâs it. Y/N pouted in Alexiaâs direction. This was new.
âOpen itâ the midfielder instructed, a grin from ear to ear displayed on her face. Alexia was beyond proud of herself. For the first time in her interactions with Y/N, Alexia felt confident. Who wouldnât like a watch?
âI canât accept this Alexiaâ and that was all hopes out the window now. The midfielder always found a way to get on Y/Nâs bad graces. What was so bad about a watch?
âItâs- Itâs just a watchâ the midfielder pleaded.
âAlexia, itâs a Rolexâ
Oh- that makes more sense now.
Regardless, Alexiaâs taste was impeccable. A simple gold bathed watch, a beautiful black plate decorated with small diamonds â representing the stars in the sky â It was the perfect gift for a pilot.
Realizing where she went wrong; that watch was probably worth Y/Nâs rent for a full year, Alexia downplayed itâs value.
âThey gifted it to me a while back, itâs been collecting dust ever sinceâ
Little did the midfielder know, the receipt was still inside that very box.
âYou see, I would believe youâ the pilot approached Alexia âIf only you hadnât left this little, probably information-less piece of paper in hereâ Y/Nâs voice filled with sass - she had deciphered Alexia.
That was bad.
âOh wowâ Malcolm, Y/Nâs closest college, approached; inspecting the watch â taking all itâs beauty in â âWhoever gifted you this must like you, a lotâ
Yup, it got even worse just then. Talk about someone rubbing salt in a wound.
For some reason, unbeknownst to us â not really but here we are â the trip felt a little too long. Random stares into teammates, a thoughtful Alexia pondered on how she could turn the situation around.
What had she done now? Is it that bad to gift a random pilot a simple watch? Ok, maybe it wasnât a simple watch â and sure â it wasnât just a random pilot; it was Y/N.
The sweet sound of wheels hitting the tarmac, the cute but scary bump as the plane landed â they had arrived.
The beautiful night sky with the beaming stars hiding among the clouds, Y/N stared up as she got out of the jet âDamn, nothing beats the beauty of a night skyâ
âI know of something that can beat itâ the confident Alexia was back.
âI told you, I canât accept itâ, yes just another hit to the abdomen delivered by yours truly, Y/N.
As the cute but aloof pilot made her way to the airport check-in a mischievous Malcolm approached âSomething tells me that she wasnât talking about the watchâ
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hii!! could you write anything fluff related with rengoku?? thank you so much in advance! đ
of course! thank you for the request!! â€ïž Apologies for taking so long!! đ
Umai..? â UMAI!!
Rengoku x Reader â Fluff
SUMMARY: in which you finally get some time to eat a meal with an old friend of yours.
WORD COUNT: 2.3K
It was a slow day today, mainly because you didnât have a mission today. It was weird, in all honesty. You often were out completing more missions than the average slayer per day, and suddenly you donât have a single mission? Huffing, you scratch your head in irritation of whatâs possibly going on, seriously: you might hate demons or whatever, but you donât hate money.
The day itself wasnât that bad, the sun was shining and birds all around were having a delightful conversation: except for maybe one or two, they seemed to be having an argument⊠Kasugai crows, theyâre either a blessing or a curse to your life. Which reminded you of something, these crows donât take as long as the normal messenger pigeon, getting messages around asap. You looked to where your own crow was perched, clicking your tongue a few times to grab their attention. Noticing your dire need for them, they flew over and huffed, similarly to how you did so earlier.Â
âDo you think we could head over to the Rengoku Estate?â You asked, scratching the underside of their chin. The crow hummed before waiting for you to continue on. âPerhaps I could send a letter?â You suggested once more, to which the bird happily nodded towards.Â
A letter⊠That couldnât be too hard to write! You werenât often on the giving side of letters, more often on the receiving side. Mashing up words onto a piece of paper wasnât really something you had time for, anyway.
You notice that thereâs a nearby inn, as you were on a walk with nothing to do earlier, and quickly entered it. Thankfully it was one that was slayer-inclusive, quickly thanking the innkeeper, you settle down and get to writing. You wondered why your left arm kept throbbing, though. You recall hitting it during a fight but never paid too much attention to it due to the urge to keep fighting throughout the past few days. Shrugging, you kept thinking, what to write?
To the Rengoku Familyâ Already a bit odd. You knew of Kyojurouâs father and his changes, you didnât really want to include him in this.
Dear Kyojurouâ A bit personal? First names were taken seriously, what if Shinjuro or Kyojurouâs adorable little brother opened the letter, instead? Theyâd jump into conclusions, especially that drunkard. He had nothing much to do, you suppose. Dead wife, dead life.Â
You mentally slapped yourself for that, shaking your head. You quietly muttered an apology to Kyojurouâs mother, before continuing your letter.
To the Rengoku siblingsâ Inclusive to the ones you liked. Nothing personal and nothing that included the drunkard. You continued on.
To the Rengoku siblings,Â
I hope this letter finds you in good health, Itâs been a while since weâve all met together, and Iâd like to propose a meeting for us to greet and talk as itâll be nice seeing you both.Â
If Kyojurou is off on a mission, I am still more than happy to spend time with Senjurou, you both are enjoyable to be around after all.Â
Please donât rush your decision, and let me know within two days whether youâd like to accept or decline my arrival.Â
Live long, (Full name).
You placed a harsh dot at the end, cringing at how oddly worded it was, but at the same time you gave barely more than half a fuck about how to write letters properly. Clicking your tongue, like you did before, your bird hopped over to collect your rolled up letter: placing it into itâs small carrier under their neck. You gave the bird a small peck on the head, storing wisteria in their locket as you changed it out weekly, just to make sure they stayed safe.
Demons would do anything for more information on slayers.
The crow bid you farewell, returning the peck to your hand, softly given. Stretching, you took the clothes the old woman gave you earlier and changed into it, your arm still bothering you. You debated on asking for a doctor, but decided youâll ask tomorrow or see one in town.Â
After a hearty meal and a few hours of leg exercises, you decide to tuck yourself into bed, expecting your bird to come back the next morning. After all, you were far out. However, a knock at your roomâs door caught your attention, blinking a few times: your heart began to race.Â
It wasnât uncommon for a demon to knock to seem friendly, before attacking the person inside of their room. It was apart of their game. They were natural hunters. You gulped, standing up and trying to listen for any abnormal sounds, grabbing your nichirin sword and holding it tight. You slammed the door openâ
Just to be met by a terrified doctorâs face.
You sighed in relief, the doctor realizing that they may have scared you and apologizing. Apparently itâs normal for these type of inns to get doctors to check slayers within the first day of rest. So, you allowed for the doctor to look you over, deciding you might as well mention the issue with your left arm. Turns out, it was fractured due to the previous demon. You cursed them out mentally, demons always caused you inconveniences, more than humans themselvesâŠ
Suddenly, tapping on the window was heard. You whipped your head around, almost knocking down the doctor. You were met with the sight of your crow back so soon, a new letter in their carrier. You could tell, as there was the Rengoku signature stamped onto the edge of the paper.Â
You pardoned yourself from your checkup, your doctor just muttering something about overly rash slayers. But excused you, telling that all you need was some medicine that heâll give in the morning, and leaving. Most likely fed up by you.
You didnât care though.
âHi there buddy, whatâd you get for me, hm? Did you convince the Rengoku siblings to let me come with those beady eyes of yours for me? Hmm?â You cooed at the bird, petting them as you opened the small carrier on their collar. You carefully opened the letter, and proceeded to read.
To my dearest, (Name),
Itâs most definitely a pleasure to hear from you after multiple long months! The Rengoku Estate would be delighted to have you come here after so long, so please meet soon! If possible, tomorrow! Senjurou has mentioned you many times in your absence, however he is a bit busy with the butterfly sisters in assisting some people! If it doesnât clash with any of your upcoming missions, may you stay for a day or two?Â
Your best buddy,
Kyojurou Rengoku.
P.S. Iâve fed Funimobu and added much more wisteria to his stock! Iâm sure heâs still full, if not, then that crow surely is like us! Haha!Â
You found yourself smiling at his letter, laying back down on your bed on the floor. You grinned to yourself, you were finally meeting Kyojurou Rengoku after so long, and heâs invited you to stay over at his home.Â
You looked to where your bird was, and to no surprise: he was fast asleep.
You decided to do the same, you had a big journey tomorrow.
You had woken up early, as planned, and were happily on your way to the estate. You didnât exactly grow up in the Rengoku Estate, but you did visit often which was because your families were well acquainted due to your ancestorâs friendship, or thatâs what you were told. You partially didnât believe it, friendships couldnât last that long. However, it filled in the gap of why your families were so close. So you never bothered too much about it.
It took a couple of hours to travel to the estate, and god were you exhausted. But you still havenât received a new mission, which began to concern you even further. Why has there been a lack of missions? Has something happened to the master? Did all demons suddenly disappear?
You really couldnât put your finger on it, there was a lingering feeling in your stomach that there was something wrong.
However, all those feelings went away as soon as the sight of the Rengoku estate washed over your sight, your breath having been taken away by the nostalgia of the estate. It really did feel like itâs been a long time.
Staring at the shoji doors, you knocked harshly onto the wood. Before proceeding to yell:
âExcuse me! Are any of the Rengokus inside? Itâs (full name)!â
You could already hear footsteps halfway through your yelling, no doubt your partially deaf friend rushing to open the entrance and see you. He was good at being quiet, having years of practice, so it was obvious he was being loud on purpose to let you know he was the one opening the door.Â
That, or youâve memorised their footsteps and youâre just bargaining with yourself.
In contrast to the manâs loud footsteps, the entrance to the estate softly opened. You (raise/lower) your head, your eyes meeting with bright and curious colours. Kyojurou Rengokuâs eyes. You grin, Kyojurou quickly matching your joy.Â
â(First name)! Youâre just on time! Iâve finally mastered the perfect bento box combination!â Kyojurou exclaimed, he sounded loud to others: but to him? He sounded as if he was speaking normally. He was hard of hearing due to a demon that had a certain blood demon art that almost turned him deaf. Hence, his loud tone.
However, you didnât mind.
You never minded when it came to Kyojurou. He was a pure soul.
âReally? Perfect, I was getting hungry!â You matched Kyojurouâs enthusiasm, his volume too. He heard you perfectly and smiled even wider, his smile similar to an owl's general expression. It brought you warmth.
âVery good! It is wonderful to see your hunger hasnât died down, (Name)! It truly satiates my worries, we have not seen each other for a good amount of time, that is true, no?â Kyojurou started a conversation immediately, allowing you to follow him throughout his home. Senjurouâs sweeping was unheard of, as his presence was absent.Â
âThatâs true. It eases me to see you doing so well, Kyojurou! You havenât changed a bit.â You smiled, seeing the skin on his face somehow untouched. Yours, however, had a few scabs and scars. Your body too. However, it never bothered you too much. You knew it would happen.
âHahaha! Iâm glad my unchanging form relaxes you. You can sit outside, Iâve set up a mat for us to sit and eat on!â Kyojurou stopped near the kitchen, letting you take a step in front of him so he could easily pat your lower back. Encouraging you to go to the back porch.Â
Nodding, you did as he told you to. Opening the shoji doors that led outside, being met with the sight of a well decorated area. There was a mat, a tea set, wooden circles built to keep any hot dishes on top of it, and two cushions set for the both of you. Smiling, you set your shoes aside and carefully sat down, fixing your (skirt/pants) so you looked a bit presentable despite your tired body begging you to just not care.
You stared at his garden, the flowers and trees as strong and youthful as they seemed back when you were a child. You heard shuffling, sometimes you could barely hear people talkâ for reasons you were unsure ofâ but you could pick up on little noises or faraway conversations easily.Â
Kyojurou sat down next to you, his legs tucked under his body in a respectful manner. Having set down the dishes, he looked at you.
âI hope you still enjoy (favorite (sweet) dish), I put my entire soul into making it for you!â Kyojurou exclaimed, scooting the plate near you.
Your heart swelled as soon as you saw it.Â
Itâs been so long since youâve eaten (dish), due to your consistent travels and missions and the lack of energy to even search for a shop that made that food after a mission.Â
âKyojurouâŠâ Your voice wavered, smiling even wider.
âEat up, (Name)!â He pets your head, his calloused hands standing out to you. He offered you chopsticks and let you eat at your own pace, the man himself eating heartily but not chewing loudly.Â
However, that signature âUMAI!â Of his could very easily heard. After all, he was literally shouting.
That didnât really bother you though. That odd feeling earlier was washed away, thanks to him. And also thanks to the dish he made, you knew this took a long time to make, after all: he was awful at cooking dishes unless he kept trying a specific recipe over a hundred times.Â
Your eyes softened at your food, then at him.
âDo you think the wind tries to tell us things that are important, but weâve outgrown the language it uses for us to understand, (Name)?â Kyojurou asked out of the blue, his mouth full of food.
âI just want you to stop saying stupid shit, KyojurouâŠâ Sighing, you gobbled up the food he made. His voice continued to fill the silence. Eventually, he began askingâ repeatedlyâ if you were going to stay the night, to which you reassured himâ again, repeatedlyâ that yes, you were going to stay and see Senjurou the next day. However, he just kept asking every few minutes âAre you sure?â Just to pull an irritated reaction out of you.
Once you did, he laughed with all his might, even with you telling him it wasnât even funny.Â
The day stretched out, your laughs and giggles harmonising with Kyojurouâs bellowing laughs and comments. You really did miss this. And god, you were glad to have him near you.Â
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TASTE OF THE UNIVERSE
PAIRING. jing yuan x gn!reader
WORD COUNT. 1,600
GENRE. fluff, pure fluff
SUMMARY. in which jing yuan occasionally gets tired of being general and you are there to cheer him up. but what exactly are you to him? jing yuan thinks youâre more important to him than you probably know.Â
NOTE. brain empty jing yuan thoughts only _(:3ăz)_ if anyone else has jing yuan thoughts feel free to share my ask box is open <3 in the meantime, pls enjoy !! xx
Jing Yuan joined the Cloud Knights to escape a life of boredom that was bound to await him if he followed his parentsâ wishes and joined the Realm-Keeping Commission. And while he believed he ultimately made the right decision for his life, there were parts of being leader of the Cloud Knights that didnât align with the future he had always dreamed of when he was a child.Â
Some days, especially those days filled with stacks upon stacks of papers, Jing Yuan wished he could ignore his duties and explore the galaxies. Though, he reckoned everyone with any sort of career must have felt that longing before. Longing for a different life, different experiences, more time to explore.Â
Such was human nature, after all.Â
At least during those times that being a Cloud Knight general felt overbearing, Jing Yuan had you to alleviate the feeling.Â
His relationship with you was nothing more than a friendship if you based it solely on labels. That is to say, neither you nor Jing Yuan have called each other anything but a friend. However, itâd be a lie for him to say he had never felt the implications of anything more with you.Â
You were just friends, yet he gravitated towards you when he craved someoneâs warmth and solace.Â
You were just friends, yet you insisted on getting dinner with him whenever you could after work, no matter how late his nights were.Â
You were just friends, yet Jing Yuan found himself wishing it was something more.Â
With that wistful thought, he pulled out his communication device and opened his messages with you. To his delight, he found an unread message from you only half an hour ago.Â
Y/N: Hey! :) Howâs your day going? If youâre not too busy today, do you want to have dinner with me again?Â
His eyes lit up at the invitation. He had piles of paperwork to get through, and Luofuâs duties were ones he would never neglect so long as he was the Arbiter-General of the Cloud Knights. But leaving some of the matters with less urgency to be dealt with tomorrow in order to make it to dinner with you was something he could accept. Not so much neglecting as it was prioritizing, he called it. Or work-life balance, as you had told him.
Jing Yuan: Good afternoon, Y/N. My day is good. Better, now that I saw your message. And yours?
Jing Yuan: As for dinner, perhaps we can go to my place today? I can have the chef prepare your favorite foods if you wish.Â
He let out a soft sigh heâs been holding in. While it was common for the two of you to see each other, having dinner in a more private, intimate space wasnât something regularly on the agenda. But if Jing Yuan wanted to get to know you on an even deeper level, he reckoned dinner at home would be a good step.Â
Y/N: My day is also good!Â
Y/N: Iâd love to have dinner at your place. But maybe we can give your cook a break tonight :)
Y/N: I visited Belobog for my last vacation and learned how to make Snapper Jam during my time there. Since youâre too busy to visit yourself, maybe I can make it for you! You can have a little taste of another planet.Â
Y/N: Though⊠I wonât have the ingredients from Jarilo-VI, but we can make substitutions accordingly!Â
Jing Yuan chuckled to himself. Of course itâd be rather difficult to make authentic Belobogian cuisine without the exact ingredients, but he trusted your imitation would still be delightful to the taste.Â
Besides, it was the thought that counted most and the fact that you wanted to share a part of the galaxy you experienced with him meant more than the quality of the meal.Â
Jing Yuan: Hahaha, Iâd be delighted to taste your cooking. Let me know what ingredients you need. Iâll have someone gather them before you arrive.Â
Y/N: Okay! Iâll send a list soon.Â
Y/N: Iâll see you in a few hours! :)
Jing Yuan: Iâll be counting down the seconds!Â
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You werenât one to be particularly bashful around Jing Yuan. Perhaps in the beginning when you only knew him as general of the Cloud Knights. But the more you got to know him, the less hesitancy you felt in opening up. Now, you would consider him one of your closest friends.Â
A close friend who occasionally gave you butterflies and heart palpitations, naturally.Â
And tonight happened to be one of those occasions.Â
You havenât been alone in Jing Yuanâs home beforeâ Or rather, Jing Yuanâs palace is a term more befitting. Despite the vastness of his living quarters, there was an air of intimacy still present in the room.Â
Jing Yuan watched as you cooked a meal for him in his kitchen, asking if he could help in some way even though you knew that man had not had to cook for himself a day in his life. You asked him to prepare some vegetables as the sides while you worked on the main dish.Â
When the two of you finished, you had a smile on your face. One the Jing Yuan matched. He placed your plates on the dining table, making sure the two of you were seated side-by-side. You poured a glass of wine for him before filling up your own cup.Â
âCheers to this delicious meal made by the lovely Y/N,â said Jing Yuan with a grin, ready to toast.Â
You clinked your glass against his, not breaking eye contact as you had your first sip. âWith the help of the even lovelier Jing Yuan, of course.âÂ
âNaturally.â He smirked. His tone changed into that of a more serious one as he took a bite of the Snapper Jam. âI donât know if I expressed it well, but I truly am grateful that you did this for me. Itâs almost like Iâm in Belobog myself.âÂ
You laughed off his compliment, knowing your dish tasted almost nothing like its Belobogian counterpart. But there was only so much you could do without the authentic ingredients. You hoped you were able to do it some justiceâ Enough to make it enjoyable for Jing Yuan at least. âWell, if you canât travel the universe yet, I can at least try to bring the universe to you.âÂ
âYou already have,â he said, âeven without the food.â
Placing another bite of fish in your mouth you raised your brow in question. âHow so?âÂ
âYouâre here with me arenât you?â
It dawned on you that he was flirting with you. In the cheesiest most poetic way possible.
A giggle escaped your lips as the realization set in. âGeneral Jing Yuan,â you said teasingly, âif youâre not more careful with your words, Iâll start thinking youâre hitting on me.â You paused. âUnless, that is the intended implication.âÂ
âAnd if it is?â In contrast to his usually impeccable table matters, he rested his elbow on the table and propped his head on his palm, staring up at you with hooded lids. An almost cocky smile spread across his face, but his eyes shined bright and hopeful.Â
âI canât say Iâd be opposed,â you said, pretending to be nonchalant about the entire thing. That didnât last for long before you burst out into a smile, almost bouncing in your seat. âIn fact, Iâd be rather ecstatic if that were the case. Almost happy enough to kiss you.âÂ
Jing Yuan instantly straightened up at that, no longer lazily leaned over the dining table with that cool composure of his. He craned his neck sideways, examining you with his intense stare.Â
âHow do we get you even happier then?â he asked, gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips. âWould confirming I am flirting with you be enough to suffice?âÂ
You nodded, taking another sip of wine to quench your suddenly dry throat.Â
âI do like you,â he said sincerely, turning in his dining chair so that he was facing you directly. âAnd while it may be too soon to truly say you are my universe, I have no doubts it will get to that point, if youâll only allow it.âÂ
âI like you, as well,â you admitted, placing your hand on his cheek and leaning forward for a kiss. Jing Yuanâs eyes never left yours even as he reached out to cup your jaw. âAnd youâre well on your way to being my universe, too.â
He let out a low chuckle, brushing your lower lip with his thumb. âThen⊠What are we waiting for?â Â
You replied simply by tilting your chin up and meeting his mouth with yours. His lips felt warm and inviting and you instantly hoped there would be more of this to come. The half-eaten food sat almost forgotten on the table, but you had more pressing matters to attend to.Â
For now, all you could focus on was Jing Yuanâs lips moving against yours, his hand making its way down to the small of your back, his knee brushing against your upper thigh.Â
Him, him, him.
The thoughts were all-consuming as you melted into the kiss. You wanted nothing more than to enjoy this moment with him. And you knew he felt the same.Â
Slowly, you pulled away as he rested his forehead gently against yours. His golden eyes burned deep into your own and you found yourself unable to look away.Â
âWow.â Jing Yuan smiled as he licked his reddened lips. âThe universe sure tastes wonderful.â
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