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Here at Soulmates Inc we specialize in chance meetings!
As a soul-link, your job is to guide two people entrusted in your care to one another in a fateful meeting, for they are each other's soulmates. Aided by the soul-link powers, you will craft a story that will be told over and over to others, changed and misremembered or kept as faithful as humanly possible. Without your help, they would not find one another.
P.S.: a regular reminder to refrain from referring to yourself or your coworkers as Cupid.
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In this update:
one soul should be enough to solve this, so get digging
immediately break a rule or two
partake in the company poker night
go out for field work where everything goes well
pay a visit to a certain vinyl store
finally, assemble the full house
Reblogs are much appreciated! â„
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đ«đ„todayđ„đ« i start learning blender >:| !!
#just me hi#^ determination face lmfsh#it looks like this sometimes too >:<#or this :3 or this >:333 or this :( hbfvhs#ANyway.. yea :> i wanna learn to animate w/ it#synfig almost killed me the other day in a duel to the death (i won but the costtttttt hghfj) so of course i'm going to. the killatron 3000#specifically the 2d animation anyway cuz that's my favorite kind..#3d is really neat and really cool and i love how it can be stylized but i like. pictures hbhfvsh#and somewhere i came to conclusion it'd be easier to learn so Lmao let's see how long that lasts đ„đŠŸ#i've tried using clip's animation feature too but you know what i can't say i like how it's set up lol </3#//i've got a gooood handful of ideas for different projects rn so i'm trying to do everything as fast as i can like usual so i don't#forget them or something hbfsh#i've got ideas for pi.e and a couple i think could be cool for bl.s and definitely some stuff for $1.75 so i've gotta just spin them really#fast until i can get to them lolll#and i also want to write which i consider to be a separate thing from the rest of this#forgot i had a google doc for my pi.e stuff so i wanna work on that a bit....#and also $1.75 i wanna blend them..........#blending my pocket change lmfsh#//anywho i gotta get something to eat rn#eggs were made this morning.. can't have those lol.. maybe i'll have straight sour cream with chihuahua cheese on the side... gourmet.....#//but until that i've got my other things and stuffs i needa do#so yea i'm gonna skittle off and do those hfsh :)#tooodles ~+~+~ !
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A multi-headcanon request please. How the boys react when they discover their s/o has been hiding a wound from them because she had it under control and didn't want to give them something else to worry about
Hi! Thanks so much for the request and all the support! Have written a little fic for each of the guys, starring... - Xavier, Deepspace Hunter extraordinaire âš - Linkon's worst best baking partner, Zayne đȘ - Drama queen Rafayel đ - King of self-care, Sylus đ
Putting On A Brave Face
L&DS Boys x Reader
Summary: Sometimes, a certain hunter likes to say things are fine when they definitely aren't...
Genre: A lil bit of angst, mostly fluff + comfort!
Warnings/Additional tags: female reader, established relationship, swearing, canon pet names, some injury details/blood mentioned, teeeeency bit of suggestion (I'm looking at YOU, Sylus...)
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
Xavier â
This is bad. Not âend of everything as we know itâ bad, but definitely âan obscene amount of paperworkâ bad.
You clutch one of your pistols to your chestâ deep breathâ and you listen carefully, your head leant back against the rock youâre using as cover. Your mind latches on to every sound: each growl, each rumble of earth that marks the movements of the Wanderers that have trapped you here.
Youâve fought worse odds, but then again, you donât usually have to do it with a broken leg.
Or maybe just sprained? You shift a little, trying to move, and the pain that sears through you settles the debate in an instant. Your teeth sink into the back of your hand to keep you from crying out.
You hope Xavierâs ok. You sent him your co-ordinates minutes ago, and the lack of response has worry gnawing away at the deepest parts of you. You check your hunterâs watch.
Still nothing.
Another deep breath, and you readjust your position as much as you can. Balancing on your good leg, you manage to peer over the top of the rock to get a visual of your surroundings.
Thereâs four, noâ five Wanderers. Stupid no-hunt zone; youâre never not outnumbered.
You can see your second pistol, abandoned in the middle of the clearing where youâd dropped it. Thereâs flickers of movement, too: further in the woods. More Wanderers. Shit.
You duck behind the rock youâre starting to think might be your new home. Then your watch flickers, broadcasting a map of the area, and thereâs the co-ordinates of another hunter, closing in fast.
Something flashes in the clearing, lighting the dark of the forest like a stutter of lightning. Then again. Then again. Thereâs a blood-curdling roar, and it endsâ abruptâ with another flash.
Everything goes silent, save for a familiar voice calling your name.
âXavier!â you call back.
You peek over the rock to see your partner jogging towards you, dead Wanderers littered behind him. âAre you alright?â he asks, his voice soft as always, but his sword is still dripping blood.
âIâm ok.â You clamber up, using the rock as a seat when the small effort almost breaks you. âYou?â
Xavier draws closeâ his gloved hands on your face, cupping your cheeks. His thumb grazes over a shallow scrape on your brow. âYeah,â he answers.
âDid you find that weird Wanderer?â
He shakes his head: no. Steps back to check his watch. âItâs probably moved on to a different zone by now.â
âThen we should look for it,â you say, standing up. All of your weight is on one leg.
âAh,â Xavier ponders, rubbing his neck, âreally? I thought we should maybe head back.â
âNo need.â And whatâs the plan here, exactly? You canât walk. You definitely canât fight. Maybe you can wait here while heâ no. Heâs never going to leave you. âI told you Iâm ok.â
âBut youâre not.â
âI am,â you assert. Youâre determined to convince him and your own, useless body. Itâs just a sprain. It is just a sprain. You take a step forwards and stumble, your bad leg crumpling beneath you.
Xavier catches you, strong and solid, and he's holding you like youâre something delicate. He sets you down on the rock again. The pain is making your vision swim.
âYouâre hurt,â he reasons gently, even though the truth of it is a knife thatâs twisting in your heart. He seems to sense your reluctance: âThereâs no shame in admitting that. It happens. Letâs go back.â
âNo.â
âWhy?â
âBecause Iâm slowing you down, Xavier!â you gush. Your heart is split open and it has to bleed somewhere. âYou have no idea what itâs like⊠being your partner.â
Heâs looking at you with so much guilt and gods, you wish that somewhere was anywhere but his hands. âWhat do you mean?â he asks on a shaky breath. Â
âI love working with you.â Soften the blow. âI love being with you, but you donât need me. Youâre this incredible hunter. This figure of legend, of everyoneâs stories. You can do so much on your own and I just donât know how to keep up. I mean, look at meâ I canât.â
You feel sick. Empty. âYou shouldnât have to hang back for me,â you finish limply. âYouâre you, Xavier. You can fight like a hundred Wanderers and still come out unscathed.â
The blue of Xavierâs eyes has grown understandably more turbulent, though it settles a little. He seems to relax. âYeah⊠about that,â he mumbles hesitantly.
He turns around and your mouth drops. A savage cut drapes like a crimson sash down his back, splitting the white of his uniform. Itâs not deep enough to be fatal, but itâs not good, either.
âWhaâ Xavier!â you exclaim, trying to surge forwards, but your pain keeps you rooted. âYou said you were ok!â
âSo did you,â he frowns, bewildered. âCan we get out ofââ
âYeah, yeah.â You let him take your arm and help you to your feet.
He leads you through the clearing and into the forest, supporting your weight as you hop along beside him. Thereâs a murmur about how he should carry you, but youâre quick to reassure him heâs doing enough. Youâre both hurting; you both just need to survive the short walk out of the no-hunt zone, where a med team can take over.
âYou donât slow me down, you know,â Xavier says quietly, after a minute of silence. âYouâre the reason I can keep going.â
You squeeze his arm affectionately, mustering a smile even though youâre nauseous with pain and the idea that heâs been dwelling on your speech this whole time. âWell,â you chuckle through gritted teeth, âyouâre gonna have to learn how to get by without me.â
âHuh?â He gives you a curious look.
You glance down at your leg. âZayneâs gonna kill me...â
Zayne â
âIâm a doctor.â
You stop what youâre doing to fix Zayne with a questioning stare. âOkâŠ?â
âIâve published dozens of research papers. Pioneered new surgical techniques. My work on Evol-based regenerative properties still has lasting implications for my field, and Iâve the accolades to show for it. The Starcatcher Award. The Linde Award, tooâ I was the youngest ever recipient.â
None of this is news to you, and you canât help chuckling at this change in your usually-humble physician. You humour him: âThe youngest ever recipient, huh?â Thereâs a crack as you split an egg on the side of the bowl in front of you. âThatâs very impressive.â
âIs it?â
Zayne stands from his seat at your kitchen table: you hear the chair draw back. You feel his presence arrive behind you as you continue to stir your soon-to-be cookie dough. âYeah,â you lilt with a smile.
âReally?â he pushes again, and his arms wrap around you as he bends to speak into your ear. âBecause someone seems to think I canât even recognise aââ he nips at itâ âsprained ankle.â
His breath is warm on your neck and you let out a giggle. âKeep speaking to me like that and these cookies are never making it into the oven. Or your stomach.â
The man relents. He releases you, not returning to his seat but opting to lean against the kitchen counter instead. You glance up at him; he stares back, waiting for an actual answer.
âMy ankle is fine, Zayne.â
Thereâs a sigh as he crosses his arms.
âIt is,â you insist, even though you did sprain your ankle at work today, it does hurt like hell, and you do just want to sit down. You reach for the flour youâd measured out previously, tipping it into the larger bowl. âIf it wasnât, would I really be hereâ making you cookies?â
âYes,â he says plainly.
âYouâre delusional.â
âOk.â Â
Well, that was a little too easy. Donât overthink it, and definitely donât read into the fact that heâs standing there oh-so-smugly, like he knows something you donât. You finish stirring the flour into the mixture, then add the last of the ingredients. Just a pinch of salt, and thenâŠ
Where did you put the chocolate chips? You glance about yourself but theyâre nowhere in sight. âHey, Zayne? Have you seen theââ
âThis cupboard,â he indicates with an upwards nod of his head. His eyes are relentless. âTop shelf.â
Ah. Thatâs ok. Youâve totally got this. You move beneath the cupboard, opening it and gazing up into the contents. You can see the pack of chocolate chips. You can get up there somehow, right?
âWould you like me toââ Zayne starts, but you cut him off:
âNope.â You put your hands on your hips. âPleaseâ if I can climb the back of an alive, awake, and very angry deluge wyrmlord to put a sword through its skull, I think I can make it onto the kitchen counter in one piece. Lemme justâŠâ
Your knee lifts. You make it about a centimetre from the floor before Zayneâs hands are on your waist, grounding you. âStop,â he instructs, and it's not a tone that allows for any rebuttal. Satisfied by your silence, he brings the chocolate chips down to you.
âThanks,â you say quietly as theyâre placed on the counter.
âYouâre welcome."
Sheepishly, you spill a generous amount of chocolate chips into the cookie mixture. Your throat hurts in the way that keeps you from saying anything more. You already feel like an idiot, and your eyes are watering, threatening to make you look like even more of one.
Zayneâs hand appears in front of you, hovering over the bowl. You laugh in understanding: giving the half-empty bag another shake so chocolate chips fall into his palm.
âYou⊠donât have to explain yourself,â he says as he lifts them to his mouth. His next words are muffled: âBut you can tell me anything, my love. I never want you to feel as though you canât.â
You chuckle again; you canât help yourself. Look at him: your oh-so-serious doctor shovelling chocolate into his mouth. He raises an eyebrow at you, his lips still on his palm.
âI know I can tell you anything,â you smile, the ache in your throat receding, however much the rest of you hurts. âI did sprain my ankle. Itâs not that I wanted to hide it from you, itâs justââ you stop stirring the mixtureâ âitâs just that your whole life is taking care of people at the hospital. You should get a break from it. You should get to be Zayne, here⊠at home. Just Zayne, not Doctor Zayne.â
Zayneâs hazel eyes have taken on a hue of regret. He pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, buying himself a few seconds as he contemplates. âAre you a doctor?â he asks after a moment.
âNo?â
âAnd yet, here you are, taking care of me.â He reaches for the abandoned packet of chocolate chips. âTell me, does it feel like work to you?â
âYeah,â you tease, drawing the packet away from his stretching fingers in explanation; youâre both grinning.
âWell, it never feels like work to me. Just Zayne likes taking care of you. And right now? He wants to bundle you up on the sofa and finish these cookies for you.â
You purse your lips: thatâs some dubious wording. âZayne, hell will freeze over before I leave you and this cookie dough unsupervised.â
He shushes you, pulling on the cord of your apron until the bow at your back comes loose. Before you can protest, heâs wearing the apron himself.
âZayne, Iâm not kidding. I know what youâre gonna do. Youâre gonna get rid of me, and then youâllââ
âShh,â he coos again, whisking you carefully off your feet, because itâs time for a taste of your own medicine. âYouâre delusional.â
Rafayel đ„
âMmhmm. Mmhmm.â
âRaf, who are youââ
He holds out a finger to shush you. âMmhmm.â
You cross your arms impatiently. Who is he even talking to, anyway? His lilac eyes are locked on you as he continues humming away, apparently very invested in whatever the person on the phone is saying; youâve never seen him go this long without talking.
He narrows his eyes at you. You narrow your eyes right back.
All around you, guests of the exhibition are milling about, all dressed to the nines and minding their business, however much they want the attention of the man in front of you. A few of them linger as they pass him, like they want to say something, like theyâre going to say somethingâŠ
But they donât.
Itâs a wonder that Rafayel stands out in the crowd as much as he does. Youâd seamlessly located him, back from your third trip to the bathroom to check on the bandages youâve managed to conceal beneath this dress. Heâs still holding your purse for you, his phone in his other hand, exceptâ
Thatâs your phone. Thatâs your phone! âRafayel!â
He shushes you again. âI understand,â he says solemnly, notably not to you, âthanks for letting me know.â The call is ended. He takes a deep, collected breath, then looks at you. âI knew it!â
âKnew what? Who was that?â
âZayne.â
âYou called Zayne?â
âLike I had a choice!â Rafayel retaliates. It is true; heâs spent the entire evening trying to get you to admit something was wrong, and you had no intention of giving him that pleasure. âYouâre supposed to be in the hospital! What kind of idiot breaks out of the hospital?â
The lack of irony in the question almost breaks you. âUmm⊠you?! Like every other week?!â
He shrugs. âThatâs different.â
âRafayel, I swear, Iâm gonnaâ ah!â you gasp in pain. Youâd stepped forwards too quicklyâ maybe to strangle him, but thatâs neither here nor thereâ and the wound on your side is clearly on his side. It stings like hell: punishing you, and you know the pain is self-inflicted.
Rafayel frowns in concern, maybe even guilt, and thatâs why you didnât tell him. âCâmon, we should go,â he insists gravely.
âItâs fine, Raf. It doesnât evenââ
âStop lying! You said you wouldnât hide stuff like this from me. You promised, remember?â
Youâre losing track of all the promises youâve made to the Lemurian, but you do remember that one. Guilt has its teeth in you, too. âI know,â you grumble, âIâm sorry, ok? I just knewââ
âWhat?â
âThat youâd act like this! Youâve been working on this exhibition for months, Raf. Tonight is supposed to be about you. Not meâ you. And I want it to stay that way. Everyoneâs here to celebrate you and your work, and thatâs how it should be. Thatâs what I want. To support you. To be here for you.â
Your voice has gone timid. You finish meekly: âCanât you let me do this for you? Please?â
Rafayelâs eyes are wide and still the prettiest things youâve ever seen, even in a room full of masterpieces and jewels you could never afford. They shine with uncertainty, but soften as he smiles, full of fondness and affection. âThatâs sweet. But also? Really dumb.â
âRafââ
âThe onlyâ and I mean onlyâ reason Iâm here tonight is because you are. I donât care about what anyone thinks about me or my paintings. Just you. And you can see this?â He gestures around the gallery. âAnytime. My lifeâs your private exhibition, cutie. Exclusive access, 24/7, and I wouldnât want it any other way.â
He steps closer to you: close enough that he can see the tear thatâs made it halfway down your cheek. He wipes it away with a chuckle. âPlus,â he adds, âI know you know Iâm amazing. You donât need these old sourpusses to tell you that, do you?â
You laugh tentatively. âNo, I donât.â
Your injury protests as you use the lapels on Rafayelâs blazer to pull him closer; you have to stand on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Heâs still grinning as he draws away, a light blush on his cheeks, but the sweetness of the moment vanishes as his gaze drifts lower.
âMy eyes are up here, Rafayel.â
âYeahâŠâ he concedes mindlessly, but then he points: âyou know youâre like, bleeding, right?â
You glance downwards to where the red of your dress is turning darker. Thereâs just a small splotch, but itâs growing. Shit. You must have reopened the wound.
âThomas?â you hear Rafayel call, and then heâs stuffing a silk handkerchief into your handsâ helping you apply pressure. âWe have to get out of here,â he explains as a figure joins you.
His agent folds his arms; this is not dissimilar to stunts you and Rafayel have pulled before. âFake blood, guys? Really?â He pinches the bridge of his nose. âYou canât leave, Rafayel. I can just see the headlines tomorrowâŠâ
âDashing artist selflessly flees exhibition to save devoted bodyguard,â Rafayel concurs with a nod.
Thomas groans. âThatâs not what theyâre going toââ
âHelp me out with this, cutie?â
âYes, sir,â you mock salute.
A moment later, Rafayel has scooped you up into his arms. Your hero; he gives you a conspiratorial wink before glancing about frantically. âQuickly!â he cries out. âEveryone out of the way, please!â
âFor the love ofââ Thomas starts.
âOh, gods!â you shout in agony. âIt hurts. It hurts!â
Heads turn. Cameras flash.
Tomorrow morning, half of Linkon will be talking about one of their favourite celebrities and his long-envied bodyguard. A news article will pop-up on her doctorâs phone, and heâll see the pictures and sigh.
Sylus đ©ž
âItâs not too late to back down, sweetie,â Sylus sneers.
âAw, but you got all dressed up for the occasion.â
Your eyes rake over the outline of the manâs abs, courtesy of the tank top heâs wearing, and it does take the sting out of the fact that heâll be trying to hit you. He holds his wrapped hands before him, ready to defend, ready to attack. Heâll probably attack, right?
âLast chance,â he growls.
âIs it, though?â This is the third âlast chanceâ youâve been given in the five minutes youâve been teetering on combat. You beckon him with a curl of your fingers. âCome on, Sylus. This is getting old.â
He scoffs: âHow do you think I feel?â
âLike youâre about to get your ass kicked?â
âAlright, enough.â His hands drop and it feels like youâre back at the academy, about to be scolded for not taking something seriously. Sylus turns his back on you. Moves to the edge of the boxing ring so he can retrieve a stool from outside of it and sit down in a huff. He starts peeling the wraps from his knuckles, andâ wait, is he mad? Like, actually mad?
âWhatâs wrong, Sy?â
He laughs as though youâre missing something dreadfully obvious. Maybe irony.
âSylus?â
âYou really are heartless, sweetie. You know that?â
The words steal your breath away, if only for a moment. Yours is a relationship of pulled punches, but he wonât meet your gaze and that one was real, wasnât it? He wanted it to sting. âWhyââ
âI could have hurt you,â he snaps, his dishevelled, snowy hair falling to cover his eyes. His discarded wraps slide from his hands, pooling by his feet like blood. âYou were going to let me hurt you.â
He looks at you, finally, but itâs not in the way you want. His gaze is cast low, trailing over your body and making you feel every bruise, every closed cut that wants to reopen and every ache, rooted almost to bone. Youâd done your best to hide it, even going so far as to press make-up hastily over your purpled skin.
That Wanderer really did a number on you yesterday. Â
âYou should have told me,â Sylus says, since youâve made it onto the same page. âHonestly, kitten. Why would youââ
âBecause Luke and Kieran told me, ok?â
Oh, theyâre going to kill you. It was supposed to be a secret, and here you are, spilling like a fresh wound because you canât stand the thought of Sylus being upset with you. You step closer, scrambling to dissect what youâve done right in front of his eyesâ holding it out to him: this is why. This is why. âThey said you had a rough week. Some deals of yours had fallen through or something. And Iâve been too busy. I havenât called, I havenât even texted, andâŠâ
You need him to understand, but the truth is a mess in your hands and how do you even start to explain it to him?
âYou wanted to do something for me,â he finishes for you, and you donât have to explain a thing.
âYeahâŠâ you confirm, bittersweet and still sad. âYou do so much for me, Sylus. I just wanted to do what you wanted, for a change.â
Maybe itâs a round of boxing. Maybe itâs a dozen illicit dealings where he needs you to play enforcerâ it doesnât matter. As long as heâs happy.
âCome here,â he orders gently.
You close the rest of the rift between you, letting him reach for you and pull you closer. His knees have spread so you can slot against him, and his arms circle around youâ trapping youâ as he nuzzles into the warmth of your stomach.
âIâm sorry I called you heartless,â he speaks into you, his voice muffled as he gives you a chaste kiss. He then cranes his head upwards, resting his chin against you so he can profess more clearly: âI do worry about you, kitten.â
âI knowââ your hands move to his headâ âIâm sorry too. I shouldnât have lied to you.â
âMmm,â he hums in accordance, maybe even forgiveness, and his eyes close as your fingers card through the soft of his hair. âI lied too.â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â he confesses on a contented sigh. âI didnât want to spend today⊠boxing.â
âWhat do you want to do today, Sy?â
His eyes flicker open and his hands find your hips. âWhat I really wantâŠâ he contemplates, as his thumbs slip under the hem of your shirt to rub circles on your skin, âis to take care of you.â
There are lifetimes of need in his gaze.
âWonât you let me take care of you, sweetie?â
âŠ
âIf he finds the terms so disagreeable, then heâs more than welcome to take his business elsewhere. Althoughââ Sylusâs voice is coldâ âhe might find his other options less⊠amenable than when he saw them last. Less communicative, too. You can tell him I said so.â
He ends the phone call. Smiles. âSorry about that, sweetie.â
âAre the boys ok?â
The smile widens, even though you canât see it. âTheyâre fine.â
Phone set aside, Sylus carries on with the important business Kieranâs call had distracted him from. Youâre half asleep, your head in his lap as he brushes your hair: rose-scented and soft from the bath heâd drawn for you, hours ago. Every bandage is fresh and clean. Every ache has been dulled with a lazy massage and more chaste kisses, for good measure.
âPerfect day,â you mumble blissfully.
âPerfect day,â Sylus agrees.
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A Fighting Chance
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
"When was the last time you kissed me and meant it?" Her voice drops into something akin to defeat.
And Simon...Simon feels like the rug's been pulled from under his feet.
Part 2, Masterlist,
"What're those?"
"Papers."
Ghost pauses halfway through opening the document, glancing up at the curtness of her voice. "Papers? She doesn't meet his eyes, gaze fixed on the table of the little booth they're sitting in.
The ice in her drink is long gone, watering down her coffee into something that tastes as bitter as her heart.
It had taken months for her to finally make this decision. Days of talking with her lawyer, crying alone at night and coming to the gruelling acceptance that this was for the best. It was best for both of them.
There's not many things that unsettle Simon. He's had blood stain his hands; his own, his comrades, and his enemies. Had almost any injury you could think of marring his skin, been prodded and ripped into, been the one on the opposite end of the knife.
But as he slides out the documents, turns them over, Simon's never felt more apprehensive.
He stills, reading the first few lines, clenching his jaw. "What is this?"
"I want a divorce."
And something in him crumbles at her defeated tone. Like she's already decided. Like he doesn't even have a chance to ask why or talk it through.
"No." He says tightly, putting them down and crossing his arms.
Her gaze shoots to his. "You can't just say that."
"I did. I won't sign them."
"I want this." She argues, and Simon swallows back the lump in his throat at how utterly tired she looks.
"I don't."
She's the light of his life, the one good, untouched piece of joy he gets to see. Something other than the bloodshed and violence he lives in.
"Simon," She says, shoulders sagging forward. "I can't do this anymore."
"This isn't the solution, love." He feels like his skin is crawling, the beginnings of unfamiliar panic clawing at his chest when she doesn't react to the pet name.
Doesn't smile, doesn't flush that beautiful red, doesn't squirm.
When she doesn't respond again, tight-lipped and clammed up and so determined to not look at him, he asks the question burning a hole through his tongue.
"Why?"
Deep down he knows. Knew this was coming but that part of him is buried under the thudding of his heart, and the rush of blood in his ears. Everything feels deathly still and moving too fast at the same time.
"Why?" She repeats, something in her stirring at the question. Her brow furrows and she switches from a cautious indifference to disbelief and frustration quicker than Simon can process. "Are you serious?" She huffs out an incredulous laugh. "You're away for months at a time and I'm supposed to what? Wait for you at our doorstep and wag my tail all happy when you finally come back to me?" Her grip tightens on her drink.
"Even when you are home, it's never about us. Never about me and you. You lock yourself in your study with your work, don't talk to me unless you come out for dinner or lunch. When was the last time we went out?" She demands. "When was the last time we went on a date? The last time we slept at the same time in the same bed?"
Simon clenches his jaw but says nothing, at a loss for words. It only encourages her to keep going, spewing thoughts that have been boiling over for the past few years.
"You barely look at me when we're home, I had to drag you out of the house to get here! You left halfway through our anniversary dinner last year because work called you in. Sometimes...sometimes I feel like you're only with me because it's easier than leaving and starting over, and that fucking hurts. It hurts when you can't bear to spend five minutes with me away from work. I've been telling you this for ages but you just...you don't listen to me." She leans forward, drink completely forgotten and hits the final nail in the coffin.
"When was the last time you kissed me and meant it?" Her voice drops into something akin to defeat.
And Simon...Simon feels like the rug's been pulled from under his feet.
"I never even know if you're coming home to me." Her voice cracks, and she hugs her middle, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "So yes, Simon, I want to separate. I'm not happy, not like I was when I met you." A sheen of tears she refuses to let fall.
"You can focus on work like you love to, and I can...I can move on."
It was so good when they started out. She found him endearing, dry humour and brooding and all. It was special, those first few years, and she'll always care about him but this...this waiting, this hurting, laying in bed at night alone and cold and crying...it wasn't right. It wasn't what she wanted and she wouldn't force Simon to want it when he clearly didn't want to.
"Fucking hell, I love you." Simon says quickly, stumbling over what to say. He reaches out for her hand on the table, but she pulls it away before he can grab it. It stings more than he can convey, makes the reality crashes down onto him.
He's about to lose her.
Because he couldn't fucking bear to pull himself out of being 'Ghost'.
It was always a rough couple of weeks during his leave. The adjustment to civilian life was a slow one for him, but that's not really an excuse at all.
"I don't think you do."
Simon blinks at her like she's slapped him. "You...you don't think so?" He repeats, running a hand through his hair. She nods, one nod, quick and so sure that it makes his chest ache.
Fuck. He's absolutely messed up.
"Everything's finalised on my end." She says. "You just need to sign them." Her voice is soft, almost like she's coaxing him.
If there's one thing he knows, it's that he's not touching those fucking papers. He's not losing someone he loves again.
"I'll take time off." He says, the intensity of his gaze makes a shiver run down her spine. "We can work through it, yeah? You can't spring this on me and not give me a chance to protest."
She shakes her head, "You're only taking time off because I'm upset." She tries to explain. "What do you think is going to happen? We spend a month together doing what we used to, and when everything's a little more stable you leave again. Distance yourself. Shut me out. Then we're back to square one."
"Won't happen." He says like he hasn't been doing it for the past few years already. "You...I can't lose you, darling." He leans forward. "Let me make it better. Give me a few months-"
"Simon-"
"A week."
"A week?" Her eyes widen. "A week to...what, prove that you'll change?"
"One week."
She worries her lip between her teeth, considering. One week wasn't a long time, but hope was dangerous in a situation like this.
"I'm not letting you go over something like this." Simon says. "I can't."
"This isn't about you." She crosses her arms. "You really think you can turn just...reverse the past few years in a week?" Maybe it's foolish of her to want him to say yes, to fight for her and realise that she's been hurting, but goddamn doesn't a small part of her scream at him to do it anyway.
"Not trying to reverse it." He folds his arms, and she can see the tense line of his shoulders as he takes in the situation, gears turning in his head as he plans how he's going to work his way out of a situation so precious and daunting as this.
Part of him didn't think it would ever come to this. Yes, he can be cold and aloof but Simon thought she knew that he loved her through it all. No matter what.
When was the last time you kissed me and meant it?
Fuck if that doesn't tear through his chest more painfully than any caliber bullet ever could.
He takes her in quietly for a moment.
The woman he fell in love with. The person that gave him a reason to keep going, a motive to feel anything other than the cold efficientness of loading a gun and firing. Soft touches and warm smiles, something so at odds with the rough life he's used to.
Sitting there in front of him, she looks more beautiful than he remembers, and it only proves to make his stomach sink like a stone at the notion of seeding any doubt about his feelings in her heart.
A right fucking bastard he was for it.
"I'm sorry." He breathes out, much softer than the gruff voice he's been using with her. "I'll do better. Just give me a chance, yeah?"
For one horrible moment, Simon thinks she'll decline. That she'll slide over the papers again and demand he sign them.
But she considers his words for a moment before nodding once.
And it's all he needs.
A fighting chance.
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(11/10/2023)
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Max Level: Pleasure Unlocked
Le Sserafim's Miyawaki Sakura x Male reader
AN: So... I may have been a tiny bit late to class today đ
. Why, you ask? Well... I was up all night re-watching Marry My Husband (totally worth it, btw). Anyway, fast forward to class, and I casually checked my phone, andâwait for itâWHAT?! Almost 300 likes for Ms. Kim Chaewon?! You guys are seriously amazing! đ This story was supposed to drop tomorrow, but because I love you all so much... hereâs a little treat! đâš
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Miyawaki Sakura, the eldest member of Le Sserafim, had found a new thrillâone that didnât involve the stage lights or concert crowds. Live streaming had pulled her into its vibrant, fast-paced world of colorful pixels and instant connection. It wasnât just a hobby anymore; it became her escapeâa digital realm where she could unwind and be herself. Streaming offered her a space where she could share her love for video games in the most authentic way possible. Her laughter would echo through the headset, filling the room with the joy she found in navigating complex game worlds and strategizing with her audience. It was a welcome reprieve from the pressures of K-pop stardom, a place where she could exist without expectation.
But as Sakuraâs love for streaming grew, so did the distance between her and Y/N. Y/N cherished their quiet evenings togetherâthe ones filled with soft conversations, playful glances, and the warmth of shared intimacy. Now, those moments seemed to slip away, replaced by the blue glow of Sakura's monitor and the sounds of gaming filling the room. He found himself feeling increasingly sidelined, the comforting presence of his girlfriend diluted by the endless stream of fan interactions and in-game distractions. Every evening, as he sat in their apartment watching her stream, Y/N felt like a shadow in her life, forgotten behind the glow of her screen.
The silence after Sakura's gaming sessions hung in the air, heavy and unfamiliar, a stark contrast to the laughter that used to fill their nights. He would lie in bed, staring at the empty space beside him, wondering when their quiet, intimate nights had been swapped for late-night streams. The late-night absence became more palpable, the connection they once shared now buried beneath layers of bright pixels and fan interactions.
Frustrated and unsure of how to bridge the growing gap between them, Y/N turned to the one person who knew both of them bestâKwon Eunbi, Sakura's former leader and the matchmaker who had brought them together in the first place. Eunbi, always the voice of reason and support, listened with a thoughtful expression as Y/N poured out his concerns.
"I just don't know how to get her attention anymore," Y/N confessed, his voice tinged with frustration. "She used to light up when we were together, but now it feels like I'm competing with a screen."
Eunbi, ever the sage, leaned in with a twinkle in her eye, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Well, my dear, sometimes you just need to remind her of what she's missing," she said, her tone playful yet reassuring. "There's this little shop downtown. They have... items that might help reignite that spark you're worried about. A little mystery, a little surpriseâthat's the key."
Y/N blushed at the suggestion, but the idea intrigued him. Maybe Eunbi was rightâmaybe a little spontaneity was exactly what their relationship needed. "Okay noona," Y/N said with newfound determination. "Take me there. I'll do whatever it takes."
Eunbi grinned. "That's the spirit. Trust me, after this, she'll be more than eager to spend some time away from that screen, and if it doesn't work out... you have my number" the older girl winked before giving a slightly playful slap to Y/Nâs behind
As soon as Eunbi led him into the little adult shop tucked away in a quiet side street downtown, Y/Nâs nerves melted into curiosity. The shop was intimate, lined with rows of items that promised to stoke passion and bring lovers closer. Eunbi was more than willing to offer her guidance, clearly enjoying herself as she pointed out various products.
"Trust me," Eunbi had said with a wink, picking up a small bullet vibrator from one of the shelves. "This one is discreet but packs a punch, It's perfect for getting things started. She wonât see it coming." Y/Nâs cheeks had flushed at the thought, but the image of Sakuraâs surprised reaction made her smile. It was perfect for catching his girlfriend off guard.
As they continued browsing, Y/Nâs eyes landed on a sleek, curved G-spot vibrating dildo that promised deeper, more intense sensations. He couldnât help but imagine how Sakura might respond to its useâwhat that extra thrill might do to rekindle the heat between them. Eunbi happily skips over to Y/N with a box that he hasn't seen before, a rabbit ear vibrator "Y/N you have to get this, Iâm telling you Sakura will melt and turn to putty in your hands, I have one myself and it's pretty amazing." Y/N looked at his noona with a skeptical look. Why is she so into this, is his precious noona actually not as innocent as she portrayed to the public?
Thinking about her words he can't deny that the idea of being the one to control Sakuraâs pleasure sent a surge of excitement through him. He added it to his growing selection of items.
The final addition was a delicate set of pastel pink lingerie. His girlfriend's favorite color. lace-lined and revealing, something that he knew she would love, he remembered her saying she wanted something similar to this but was always ashamed and embarrassed to buy it
Y/N picked up the set knowing how much it would make his lover feel even sexier. He could already imagine the fabric clinging to his girlfriend's skin, the look in Sakuraâs eyes when she sees it. There was no doubt that tonight, he would make sure all of Sakuraâs attention was focused on him.
As the duo went to the counter the current cashier was about to take a break and out comes his replacement, someone who Y/N would not have expected to work here.
"Oh Eunbi unnie welcome back Oh! and Y/N oppa, what are you doing here?" the duck looking girl squealed. To say Y/N was shocked is an understatement. His girlfriend's former members, his friends, were all so familiar with this place.
"I was showing Y/N around the store, he needed my help" Responded the eldest. "Oppa is Sakura unnie giving you a hard time?" Yena responded, causing Y/N to shrink into himself in embarrassment.Â
The girl started scanning the products one by one, her curious eyes glanced back and forth from y/n and each product he bought. "I didn't think Sakura unnie would be into this, I guess she's less of a prude than I thought" At this point Y/N just wanted to leave, he slightly hid behind his noona as she started placing her own products she wanted to buy.Â
"Iâll pay for it Y/N I get a discount here, just pay me back after" Y/N nodded before Eunbi tapped her card and they both left with Yena waving to them, saying that they should visit her again.
With his purchases in hand, Y/N left the shop feeling embarrassed about the whole situation but he thought about the end goal and it made him feel more confident than ever. This was his chance to break through the monotony that had settled between them.
Later that evening, back in their shared apartment, Sakura was already in the midst of her nightly streaming routine. Her set up was in the living room, per Y/N's request after waking him up way too many times. It was bathed in the soft glow of the monitor, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across her face as she engaged with her audience. Y/N, his heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement, watched from the shadows, clutching the items he had bought earlier.
He knew exactly what to do.
Grabbing a piece of paper, Y/N quickly scribbled a note and held it up just out of view of the camera, flashing it at Sakura with a grin. The note read: "Since you're so into games, let's play one right now, this will be level one, don't make anything obvious, good luck."
Sakura blinked in confusion at first, her head tilting as she tried to make sense of the message. But when she looked up at Y/Nâs playful expression a delicate smile spread across his lips, a knowing look in his eyes. Sakura then glanced down at her stream, her posture adjusting as if nothing had changed, she quickly muted her mic. â Not now Y/N, I'm busy.â before turning it back on and saying her mic was glitching. But Y/N had spent too long planning this out, spent too much money to turn back now.Â
Satisfied with the confusion, Y/N smiled back. The game was on.
Without another word, Y/N crouched and began crawling under the desk. Since her desk was longer than any normal person would normally have, It made the access to the prize easy for him as he just needed to go from the side, his movements smooth and deliberate, hidden from the cameraâs view. Sakuraâs attention was still on the screen, her voice cheerful as she interacted with her viewers, but Y/N knew it wouldnât be long before his girlfriendâs focus would shift entirely. Beneath the desk, Y/N felt a rush of excitement as he prepared to introduce a new level of spontaneity into Sakuraâs night.
The note had been the first stepâa secret shared between them, a playful challenge that only the two of them would understand. What happened next was up to Y/N, and he was ready to make it unforgettable.
Y/N smirked as he slowly slid the small bullet vibrator out of its box, he wiped it with a wet wipe before lifting up the pink short skirt in front of him, He brought the toy up and pressed it against Sakura's panty-covered mound, watching with delight as the Japanese girl jolted slightly in her seat. Sakura tried her best to maintain focus on the video game, determinedly gripping her mouse and keyboard as she attempted to hide her reactions to the subtle vibrations. But Y/N could see right through her act - the way Sakura's thighs clenched together, the slight flush creeping across her cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing quickened.
To save face Sakura quickly slapped Y/Nâs hand away from her wet pussy but Y/n quickly placed it back to its home.
The little vibrator buzzed away, its vibrations transmitted through the thin fabric barrier. Y/N could feel the heat radiating off of Sakura's core, could sense her wetness growing with each passing second. Sakura squirmed almost imperceptibly, fighting the urge to spread her legs further.
Sakura's game character died with a pitiful electronic squeal, breaking the spell. She blinked hard a few times, trying to regain her composure as she struggled to stay focused on the screen. Y/N chuckled quietly, pulling the vibrator away.
Rising up from his spot on the floor under the desk, Y/N made sure that he was holding eye contact with Sakura the whole way. Sakura's eyes widened as Y/N made a show of slowly swiping his fingers on the toy before rubbing them together and slowly pulling them apart a slick line of the idols juices were connecting Y/Ns fingers showing her that even though she's against it, her body doesn't lie. Y/Nâs fingers were brought to his lips, eye contact still not breaking and in an exaggerated motion he licked her fingers clean. Sakura quickly glanced away, her face burning crimson now, but she couldn't keep her eyes from peeking back at Y/N. A shaky exhale escaped her lips.
Y/N just winked before reaching for a piece of paper that read Level 2 commencing before crawling back to her side of the desk, leaving Sakura even more flustered and distracted, though trying her best to play it cool. Y/N made a mental note - Sakura was even more responsive than expected. This was going to be fun indeed...
The next level involved the G-spot vibrating dildo, escalating the intensity. There was only one small thing blocking his way, deciding to deal with it he wrapped his fingers around her panties before giving it a quick and powerful tug completely ripping them. The sound loud enough to catch Sakura off guard. Shocked, the idolâs hand instinctively reached down, her fingertips brushing her now bare, wet pussy. She inhaled sharply, her body reacting to the sudden exposure, but she didnât dare glance away from the screen.
Y/N teased her relentlessly, his fingers circling her entrance before finally pushing the toy into her slick cunt. He moved it slowly at first, letting her adjust to the sensation, feeling her muscles tighten around the intrusion. Sakuraâs hand gripped her mouse tighter, her knuckles whitening as she fought to keep her composure. She nearly missed a key on her keyboard, her body betraying her as Y/N expertly played with her, pulling the toy out just as she neared the edge of release.
Her breath came in shallow, uneven pants. The subtle strain in her voice didnât go unnoticed by Y/N, who watched with a smirk, knowing just how close she was to losing control. Yet, he denied her the satisfaction of climax, bringing her to the edge again and again only to retreat, leaving her desperate and aching.
âFuck,â Sakura muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible as she tried to focus on her stream. Her viewers, blissfully unaware of the torment unfolding beneath her desk, cheered her on in the game, oblivious to the real game being played just out of sight.
Y/N pulled the toy away once more, but this time, Sakura couldn't hold back her frustration. "Ahh, what the fuck" she whispered harshly, trying to control her reaction. She couldnât look down to see what he was doing, not without giving herself away on camera. She tried to push through the absence, hoping Y/N would relent, but the moment stretched on.
And then, without warning, Y/N switched the vibrations onto its highest setting and plunged it back into her, the thick dildo buried deep inside her clenching cunt, the toy felt around and lived up to its name, pressing on that spot she loved.
"AHHHH!" Sakuraâs cry pierced the quiet of the room, her pussy convulsing around the toy as an intense orgasm overtook her. She barely had time to mute her mic, her thighs trembling and squeezing together, her stomach contracting as wave after wave of electric pleasure crashed over her. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation
Her game character spun wildly on screen, her mouse jerking out of control as her body seized up. Her viewers, concerned but unsuspecting, quickly flooded the chat with messages.
"Are you okay? What happened?" one asked.
"You just screamed like you saw a ghost, lol," commented another, oblivious to the real reason behind her outburst.
Sakuraâs cheeks burned with humiliation. They had heard her, but thankfully they couldnât know the truthâhow their sweet, innocent idol was secretly being driven to the brink of madness by her boyfriend under the desk. With a shaky breath, she forced a laugh. "Oh my gosh, Iâm so sorry! I thought I saw a bug under the desk," she lied, her voice higher than usual, the embarrassment clear. "You know how I get when it comes to bugs!"
Her viewers, still clueless, accepted the explanation, laughing along with her as they playfully scolded her for getting so worked up over something so trivial. But Sakuraâs mind was far from the stream now. The aftershocks of her orgasm still rippled through her, and she bit her lip hard, willing her body to calm down. The irony wasnât lost on herâhere she was, playing the role of their wholesome crush while secretly being ravaged by Y/N just out of sight.
Satisfied for the moment, Y/N leaned in and gave her sensitive pussy a slow, teasing lick, sending another shiver through her body. Her thighs trembled, clenching around his head as his tongue worked its magic. She didnât want to admit how much she missed thisâmissed himâbut the pleasure coursing through her veins made it impossible to deny. He left a final lingering kiss against her soaked lips before pulling away, leaving her panting and desperate for more.
As Y/N stood, he reached for the final toy in his collection, pulling the rabbit-ear vibrator from his bag. His fingers traced the packagingâRabbit Ear Toy: Maximum Clitoral Stimulationâand a grin spread across his face. The playful sparkle in his eyes revealed his mischievous intent, recalling how Eunbi had enthusiastically recommended this particular device. With a small chuckle, he knew this would be the perfect grand finale to their secret, unspoken game.
Y/N scribbled a quick noteâLevel three, good luckâand slid it over to Sakura. Her gaze flicked to him, and their eyes met briefly. A silent exchange of both anticipation and trepidation passed between them. The tension hung thick in the air, a blend of excitement and nerves that only heightened the moment. Sakuraâs cheeks flushed as her fingers hovered over the keyboard, pretending to remain focused on the game, but her attention was split, knowing what was coming next.
As Y/N shifted back into his familiar spot under the desk, his breath hitched in anticipation. It had become his little domain, a place where he could send Sakura into oblivion without her viewers being any the wiser. He carefully unwrapped the vibratorâan egg-shaped toy, compact but powerful. The soft, flexible rabbit ears promised an intensity that could tip her over the edge with just the right pressure. His hands, steady and deliberate, moved between her legs, teasing her for a moment. The toy slipped between her folds, refusing to cooperate at first, but Y/Nâs persistence paid off. He finally nestled it perfectly in place, the rabbit ears snugly embracing her clit.
For a second, he paused. The anticipation in the room grew thick as Sakura shifted in her chair, her breaths shallow. The tension between them felt electric. Y/N knew what this small delay would do to herâhe was prolonging the inevitable, letting her body crave the release that was just out of reach. Then, with a press of the button, the vibrator buzzed to life.
The effect was immediate. A surge of pleasure ripped through Sakuraâs body, her muscles tensing as the toy began its relentless rhythm. She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying desperately not to give herself away. The overwhelming sensation sent waves of heat cascading from her core, and her hands trembled as they hovered over her mouse and keyboard, trying to maintain some semblance of control. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts, her body writhing ever so slightly, desperate to remain still for the camera.
Her chat lit up with messages of encouragement. Her viewers had no clue the real battle she was fightingâthe one between maintaining her composure and succumbing to the pleasure that was quickly unraveling her. The boss fight on screen grew more intense, each phase of the battle requiring her utmost focus, but her concentration wavered with every flick of the vibrator against her clit. It was nearly impossible to think, let alone execute precise game mechanics, as the rabbit ears worked her over with merciless efficiency.
Sakura whispered to herself, âY-Youâve got this, Sakura!â Her voice was strained, too high-pitched to mask her struggle, but she plastered on a wide smile for her audience. Her hands shook violently now as they moved across the keyboard, trying to keep up with the rapid pace of the game. Her pulse raced in sync with the toy, the pleasure mounting to unbearable levels.
The bossâs health bar ticked down in sync with her endurance, her every keystroke becoming sloppier, more frantic. As the final blow landed and the boss collapsed in defeat, Sakura could no longer hold back. Her body convulsed as the climax hit her like a tidal wave. A guttural shout escaped her lips as she slammed her hands down on the desk, her voice cracking with a blend of triumph and carnal release.
âYESSSS!!â she screamed, her eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving with the force of the orgasm that ripped through her. Her muscles clenched, and her toes curled as the vibrator continued its assault, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure until she was utterly spent.
Her viewers erupted into cheers, congratulating her on the hard-earned victory. Oblivious to the real reason behind her breathlessness and the flush on her face, they celebrated her skill and persistence. The screen flashed with messages of admiration, and Sakura forced herself to sit up, her body trembling with the aftershocks.
âWhew⊠that was intense!â she gasped, wiping away the sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her hand reached for her water glass, her fingers still trembling slightly as she took a long, much-needed drink. âThanks for cheering me on, guys,â she added with a weak laugh, masking the exhaustion coursing through her.
As Sakura leaned back in her chair, Scrolling through other games to hopefully find a good one to end the night, Y/N, who had been patiently watching her recovery, wasnât quite done yet. A devilish grin played on his lips as he leaned forward, his finger hovering over the vibratorâs controls. Without warning, he cranked the toy up to its highest setting.
The sudden jolt of the vibrator sent Sakura reeling. Her body stiffened, eyes widening in shock as the intensity of the stimulation threatened to unravel her all over again. Her breath hitched in her throat as her muscles tensed, gripping the arms of her chair to ground herself. Y/Nâs laughter echoed softly from beneath the desk, watching her fight the new wave of pleasure with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.
Sakura, the ever-composed streamer, found herself on the precipice of a new kind of experience. The powerful vibrations of the new toy sent shivers through her body, a primal force that ignited a wildfire of anticipation within her. Her body responded with a raw, undeniable intensity, the moisture building until it seeped through her folds, dripping off the chair and leaving a glistening trail on the floor. The sweet scent of candles that once permeated the room was quickly overtaken by the pungent aroma of her arousal, a testament to the burgeoning passion that consumed her.
As the pleasure reached its crescendo, a surge of instinct took over. With lightning-fast reflexes, Sakura muted her microphone and switched off her camera, craving the sanctuary of privacy for the intimate storm that was about to break. The online world faded away, and she surrendered completely to the throes of ecstasy.
The timing was impeccable. As Sakura neared her peak, Y/N, her boyfriend, seized the moment. He seamlessly combined the pleasure of the vibrator with the intimacy of his mouth, diving forward with a ravenous hunger. His tongue explored the depths of her, savoring her taste and fueling the fire that burned within her. Each flick and swirl of his tongue sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
The combined sensations were too much for her to bear, and with an animalistic moan escaped Sakura's lips, a guttural sound intertwined with a scream that seemed to rise from the very core of her being. "UGH FUCK YEEESSSS Y/N!" Her voice was a raw expression of unrestrained pleasure. She grasped his hair, her body convulsing in a wave of ecstasy. Her legs lifted and wrapped around him pulling his face impossibly close to her core, her muscles contracting and relaxing with each tremor, the old gaming chair squeaking in protest with every movement. Her cheeks flushed a vibrant hue, a visible marker of her heightened state as she rode the wave of her orgasm with unbridled abandon, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. Sakura climaxed with a force that left her breathless and trembling. Y/N continued his ministrations, prolonging her orgasm until she felt every ounce of pleasure.
For Y/N, the experience was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. He couldn't see anything; his vision was blocked by Sakura's body. Each subtle movement sent shivers down his spineâher soft skin felt warm and alive against him, her thighs encasing his head in a passionate vice that was as constricting as it was pleasurable. it was just the two of them, enveloped in a cocoon of heat and desire.
This was a Sakura he rarely saw, one that lay hidden behind the carefully curated persona of her online streams. In those moments, she had shed the facade of the cheerful, bubbly entertainer and revealed a side of herself that was raw and unfiltered. It was the Sakura from before her streaming career, the girl who had always been playful and spontaneous, exuding an authentic vulnerability that left him breathless. Her laughter echoed in the confines of his mind as he realized how seldom heâd had the chance to witness this intimate version of her.
The chaos of streaming and the demands of her audience faded into the background, replaced by a potent chemistry that crackled between them. His own heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drum echoing the urgency of the moment, while his breath hitched at the raw display of passion and surrender before him. Every heartbeat was a reminder of how deeply and irrevocably he craved this connection.
This moment carved a permanent mark on him, etching itself into his memory like a secret tattoo. It was a reminder of the beautiful, complex dynamics that fueled their relationshipâbeyond the streaming lights and scripted interactions lay a blend of affection, longing, and a hint of danger. Their souls intertwined in this rare instance, revealing as much about their hearts as it did about their desires. The very essence of their bond lay anchored in these fleeting but fervent exchanges, making each encounter a treasure and a risk he was willing to embrace.
Sakura's breath came in ragged gasps as she slowly released her hold on Y/N, her legs trembling, weak from the intense stimulation. The room seemed to amplify all her senses, the cooling sensation of sweat mingling with her skin a stark contrast to the recent heat. Her legs, barely able to support her, struggled to find their footing as she fought to regain her composure. The assistant to her pleasure, the formidable toy that had helped push her to the edge of chaotic bliss, lay on the floor, a glistening reminder of the storm that had just passed. Its surface, coated in her essence, served as a tangible testament to her unleashed passion.
Realizing that her momentary loss of control had severed her connection with her viewers, Sakura quickly attempted to regain her composure. Her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. But before she could complete the act of resuming, Y/Nâs steady hand came to rest against her thigh, gently halting her fidgeting. Kneeling between her legs, his tall frame allowing him to almost come face to face with her, their eyes meeting in a moment that felt both electric and profoundly intimate.
Sakura's mind swirled with a haze of emotions, a flicker of melancholy washing over her like a soft tide. She missed these momentsâthe brief interludes where they could shed their roles and embrace a deeper connection, where laughter and genuine emotion melded seamlessly into something more. Each stolen glance, every shared laugh had been a thread weaving them closer, and yet, amidst the chaos of their lives, she felt those threads fraying, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand.
In that heavy silence, Y/N reached for her, his fingers warm as they gently cupped the back of her head. There was no need for words; his eyes spoke volumes, conveying understanding and longing in a single gaze. Then, with a tenderness that sent shivers down her spine, he leaned in and sealed their lips together in a passionate kiss. The flavors of her arousal mingled with salivaâa delicious, intoxicating symphony that danced on their tongues, each movement igniting a fire deep within her core.
Sakura was momentarily consumed by the warmth of his embrace, every worry dissolving into the sweet elixir of their connection. But as the kiss lingered, her heart raced at the thought of what lay beyond this moment. Still lost in the afterglow, Sakura whimpered softly when Y/N finally pulled away, his lips brushing against hers gently as they parted. His gaze held her captive, a silent promise lingering in the space between them, but it only deepened her desire, leaving her craving more.
This was the testament to their bondâa connection that blossomed amidst the chaos of her storm, a lingering whisper of hope amid uncertainty. She knew she couldnât let this slip through her fingers again, not when they had ventured into a territory that felt so beautifully raw and undeniably real.
But as the seasoned entertainer she was, she corrected her streaming gadget, turning her webcam back on and adjusting her microphone. Her face, still flushed from her recent exertion and her lips swollen, was now contorted into an apologetic smile as she addressed her audience, hiding the true reason behind her sudden departure by blaming it on unpredictable internet issues.
"Sorry about that, guys," she panted, her voice slightly uneven with the remnants of her peak. "We had a little technical glitch," she continued, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous hint that was not quite caught by her virtual audience.
The chat, a flurry of messages, was filled with questions and mild irritation. Her viewers were curious, their previous excitement now shifted to suspicion and a growing sense of doubt . They wondered what had caused such a sudden disruption. Yet, despite their curiosity, they respected her privacy, unwilling to push for explanations that she was not willing to give until she was ready. In their minds, the truth of her interruptions could often be their most decadent fantasies, creating an air of mystique and allure around her that kept them coming back for more. Sakura, a master of her craft, knew how to keep her audience hooked, turning even a glitch into a potential performance enhancement, as her viewers' imaginations filled in the blanks left by their sudden disconnection.
Y/N, with an air of mystery swirling about him, gracefully emerged from under the desk, his presence suddenly filling the room with an electric energy. As if appearing from the shadows, he moved with a fluidity that captivated Sakura, drawing her gaze irresistibly. From his vantage point behind the monitor, Y/N's eyes met Sakura's, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths.
His movements were deliberate, with a rhythm that matched the beating of Sakura's heart, as if he were conducting an intimate dance where only the two of them could hear the music. The fact that he planned this whole thing gave Sakura a warm feeling. The remnants of their shared passion became a declaration of love, a promise of intimacy, and a reaffirmation of their bond.
Satisfied with his thorough work, Y/N offered Sakura a look, his eyes darting back and forth from Sakura and a bag that was placed just to the side. A secretive smile playing upon his lips. It was a silent challenge, an invitation for Sakura to join him in their next adventure. Turning away, he walked calmly towards the bedroom.
As he cleaned the toys and meticulously arranged them in their new resting place, the nightstand, Y/N took the time to appreciate the small details of their shared space. The nightstand, once merely a piece of furniture with no purpose, now held a whole new meaning, a symbol of their intimate connection.
Sakura remained seated, her breath catching in her throat as Y/N disappeared into the shadows of the bedroom. The atmosphere lingered with a charged energy, the room still humming from the intensity of their shared moment. Sakuraâs mind raced, replaying the image of Y/Nâs mischievous smile, his teasing, deliberate movements, and the unspoken promise that hung in the air like a secret waiting to be unraveled.
For a moment, Sakura sat frozen, the temptation pulling her forward. She felt a surge of warmth radiate through her, a tug towards the bedroom where Y/N awaited, his presence as enticing as ever. The weight of their connection, unspoken but deeply understood, anchored her as she ended the stream and rose from her seat.
Sakuraâs eyes fell to the bag on the floor, under the coffee table, its presence both familiar and intriguing. She had seen Y/n walk in with it earlier but hadnât given it much thought in the midst of her stream. Now, as the evening light dimmed into twilight and the apartment grew quieter, curiosity took over. Slowly, she bent down, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of the bag as she picked it up. It was a simple gesture, yet it sent a ripple of anticipation through her.Â
Peeling back the wrapping, her breath caught when her eyes landed on the contents. A stunning set of lingerie lay folded neatly inside, the color immediately striking herâher favorite color. The rich, silky fabric shimmered slightly in the low light, delicate lace tracing intricate patterns along its edges. She lifted it out of the bag, feeling the cool smoothness of the material slip between her fingers. The fabric felt luxurious, softer than she imagined, and as she held it up, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
Y/N had remembered.
In the whirlwind of their lives, it wasnât often that someone paid attention to the small details, but Y/N always had a way of doing just that. Not just any lingerie, but a set that spoke to her tastes, a color that made her feel powerful, beautiful, sexy. The care and thoughtfulness behind it warmed her from the inside, the kind of warmth that settled deep, in the quiet places of the heart.
Sakura didn't waste time, a surge of excitement bubbling up inside her. Without even heading to the bathroom, she began to undress right there in the middle of the living room. Her body was sore, every muscle aching from the games âlevelsâ, but the thrill of the moment outweighed the discomfort. She moved slowly, peeling away the layers of her clothing, and as each piece fell to the floor, she felt lighter. Her breath hitched when the cool air of the room brushed against her bare skin.
Pulling the lingerie up over her legs, she marveled at how perfectly it fit, as if it had been crafted just for her. The lace clung to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her figure in a way that made her feel both strong and undeniably feminine. She caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror and paused for a moment. The reflection staring back at her was strikingâshe looked lovely and powerful. The fatigue that had settled into her bones seemed to dissipate, replaced by an invigorating energy, one that thrummed beneath her skin like a quiet storm ready to break.
Her gaze shifted from the mirror to the slightly ajar bedroom door, and thatâs when she felt it. The pull. It was almost magnetic, an invisible force drawing her toward Y/N. There had always been something between them ever since they met, something more than words or physical attraction. It was an unspoken connection, a shared intimacy that went beyond the surface of things. Y/N had a way of turning even the smallest gestures into something profound. A simple gift of lingerie wasnât just a gift; it was a conversation, an invitation, a reminder of the bond they shared.
Sakuraâs heart raced as she stood at the threshold of the bedroom, her hand resting lightly on the doorframe. From where she stood, she could see Y/Nâs silhouette bathed in the soft, golden glow of the bedside lamp. The room itself was dim, quiet, filled with the gentle hum of the night outside. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, focused. There was a look in his gazeâone that she knew well. Mischief, affection, desire, all wrapped into one.
Her breath caught again, but this time it wasnât the cold air or the tightness of the lingerie. It was the way Y/N looked at her. As if she were the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment. As if the night was theirs and theirs alone.
Without breaking eye contact, Sakura stepped inside the room, her bare feet soundless against the wooden floor. The door clicked shut behind her, the soft sound echoing in the quiet. It was as if the outside world ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them in the cocoon of their own making. The air between them was thick with anticipation, with the unspoken promise of what was to come.
Y/N didnât move, didnât say a word. His gaze traveled over her slowly, taking in the sight of her standing before him in the delicate lace and silk he had chosen. The corner of his mouth lifted in a small, appreciative smile, but there was something deeper in his eyesâa smoldering intensity that made her heart skip a beat.
She moved closer, the space between them shrinking with every step. Her own breathing had become shallow, her pulse quickening in response to the heat building between them. It wasnât just about the physical desire; it was the emotional weight of everything they had shared, everything they had been through together, all condensed into this one, intimate moment.
Sakura reached the edge of the bed, standing just before him, her body illuminated by the soft, golden light. Y/N reached out, his hand gently grazing her thigh, his fingers brushing over the delicate lace. His touch was light, teasing, sending a shiver up her spine. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, the feeling of his skin against hers.
He had given her so much today, endless pleasures each one more intense than the last. But now, as she stood before him, she knew the time had come, it was his turn. She smiled, slow and teasing, as her fingers toyed with the straps of the lingerie. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice a soft whisper filled with promise.
"Youâve given me so many gifts today baby. Now itâs your turn to unwrap your present."Â
She gave him multiple kisses from his neck to his cheek, ending with a needy one on his lips.
âSince you're so into games, let's play one right now,â her words mimicking those that started this whole thing.
The night had just begun, filled with endless possibilities Sakura's situation mirrored her favorite games. She had failed multiple times but knew that this was a fresh start, an extra life, With a smile she positioned herself face to face with his crotch and pulled down Y/N's pants exposing his member, she gave the tip a quick kiss and lick, before reminding him that singing was not the only thing her mouth was used for.
Miyawaki Sakura was back on level one.
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đđđąđ«đąđ§đ : fem reader / Gojo Satoru
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ : smut, breeding kink, pregnancy stuff
Maybe he's got a freaky sixth sense, or maybe there's some scientific studies to back it up; but Gojo can tell when you're ovulating. And it turns him on â of course it does. He has a bigger breeding kink than you do.
He comments a "Oh, you're ovulating." after sniffing you, which makes you do a double take, like he's insane. Because he is insane, he pays closer attention to your cycle than you do.
He researches positions that help conception, bends and pushes you into them, and fucks you deep.
"Baby, I know it's too deep but just keep taking it okay? I'm gonna get you pregnant this time."
He's so determined to give you his baby that he tries everything to increase the chances; staying inside you for 5 minutes after shooting his load in, having you rest with a pillow under your back so your hips are raised â "Gotta help my lil' guys swim." he acts like an idiot about it, but sweetly so. Nothing excites him more than the idea of being a dad, except the idea of fathering your children.
After sex, when the two of you are cleaning up, Satoru feels over and massages your tummy with a small smile on his face. He's lost in thought, hair all messy and face tired like he's run a mile, hopeful that this time he got you pregnant.
He'll pamper you like his queen, humming and going to the ends of the earth to get you anything you ask for. Really fawns over you when you're ovulating, and lays on the compliments thick while snuggling your neck and creeping his fingers up your thighs â pretty soon he'll sink them inside and stretch you out on them, preparing you for what he cutely calls "baby making" but is actually sweaty, nasty, kinky sex.
Satoru's going to push into you as deep as you allow him, and then some more just to test your limits, pinning your wrists down and whispering sultrily into your ear about how well you take him, how beautiful you sound, how good it feels to fuck your fertile pussy knowing he'll most definitely get you pregnant because his cum is perfect, thick and sticky and gooey and pungent, just like he is â the cocky bastard.
When his creampie makes you cum, A-spot pressured with his pulsing tip, he grins so wide that you scold him about it. "Stop grinning like a psychopath." you pant. He just responds with a stupid, "D'you feel pregnant?" as if it happens so fast. "Gee, I don't know, we should go again just to make sure â that was a joke, that was a joke! My legs are tired you bastard!" too late, he's flipping you over and slowly filling you up again.
Of course, he has to get a creampie in every day. Sometimes even a few times a day. Sometimes even at 4 AM when you swat him for being a horny idiot â it takes five minutes to give in because you can hear the need in his voice when he whines "Please?" and starts humping against you, "I've got so much for you." he says and though it sounds so sweet in his soft, bedroom voice it's hard to take him as innocent, because his boner is grinding hard and hot against you.
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second thoughts âĄ
toji fushiguro x fem!reader
your ex keeps popping into your head during sex with toji, so he'll just have to make sure you can't think at all instead
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, size kink, dumbification, mentions of intrusive thoughts
tags: @gor3-hound @nexysworld
"Right here," he growls, "Look right here. Right in my fuckin' eyes."
His large hand held your head in place by your jaw. He gives it a sharp jerk, jostling your thoughts into place. Making sure you're completely focused on him. His lower half thrusts against you hard and fast, stretching you out with each rock of his hips.
"'m lookin'" you whine, your lips parting as little mewls fly out.
"Good. Good girl," he grunts.
The muscles in his abdomen flex as he keeps pounding into you. He wasn't taking it easy on you tonight. He was determine to make sure you couldn't think of anything but him.
The past couple of weeks things had been off between you two. Since you started dating, your relationship had always been very physical. You had sex once a day at minimum, and when he wasn't inside of you, he had a hand somewhere on your body. He may have struggled with true intimacy, but physicality came easy.
The problem he'd noticed recently was you didn't seem as into it as you usually were. You seemed kind of spaced out. You got pretty quiet when you were typically vocal.
His first reaction was insecurity. Was he not pleasing you? Were growing bored of him? The possibility of that unnerved him to his core, but he tried to convince himself those couldn't be true. You never denied him when he initiated, and you still loved to cuddle and hang off his arm whenever you could.
After another round of you looking distracted while he was balls deep, he finally just had to ask.
"Sorry..." you'd said, looking up at him sheepishly, "I just... I'm having trouble focusing."
Your tone almost made him feel guilty for asking, but your reasoning didn't answer all his questions. He knew you had trouble with concentration and intrusive thoughts sometimes. He just didn't think it would apply to this.
"Focusing?" he murmured, ducking down to plant some kisses on your cheek, "Am I not doing it right, baby? You know... I'm open to pointers."
"No... it's not that. It's just..." you continue. You hesitate as to whether or not you should actually tell him.
"C'mon, angel face," he said, nuzzling your jaw, "You know you can tell me. I want you to feel good too."
"You do make me feel good," you reassured, "It's just that I can't get my brain to be quiet. And when we're doing it, I keep thinking of my ex boyfriend, and it doesn't feel good. I don't like him at all, it's just like my mind wants to bug me."
Even though the idea of you thinking about another man during sex causes jealousy to flare within him, he reins in the instinctive anger he feels. By the pained look on your face, you clearly were just as displeased with it as he was. And while it hadn't happened in a while, he couldn't pretend like he'd never had his late wife dance through his thoughts in the heat of the moment.
So he didn't make you feel bad about it. He sighed and told you it was ok. You wanted to finish though and so he got you both to finish. He held you after like always and let you fall asleep against his side, but in his own mind, he planned for things would be different next time. There was no way he was gonna let some other guy keep you from enjoying yourself with him.
That's what led the both of you to now. He keeps your gaze locked with his own as fills you to the brim. Your eyes are glossy but with the haze of pleasure now rather than distraction, and he can't enough of it.
"That's right, babydoll. It's all me now, isn't it?" he coos lowly in your ear.
"Mhm," you whimper and nod, your head bobbing extra from his momentum.
"No room for anyone else," he grunts and digs his fingers into the plush of your cheeks.
Your lips puff out under the pressure, and he leans down to mash his mouth against your own. The kiss is wet and sloppy, your saliva and his mixing together while he nips at your bottom lip. He ruts into you faster, his breaths growing more ragged.
"Fuck.. Toji," you whimper arching your back and pressing your tits up against his chest.
"That's all you're gonna be able to say when I'm done with you, sweet thing," he says.
You whine and nod. That was what you wanted. Just him. If he was the only thing on your mind, you were happy. A big, dazed smile drifts to your features to match your fucked out eyes.
"That's a biiiiig smile, princess," he coos mockingly, "Who's making you smile like that?"
"You are," you whimper.
"Right. No one else can make you smile like that," he says.
You nod again and yelp when his cock rams into a sweet spot inside you. He chuckles at the sound and lifts his hands to rest above your head, caging your body below his.
"My baby. You're all mine. Mine to fuck dumb every. single. night," he pants.
"Don't want anyone else. Just you," you babble and drag your nails down his back.
"I know it," he says.
He then quickly reaches down, securing your hips with an iron grip and fucks into you as deep as possible. You see stars stars and let out a sound you can't control. You tighten around him like a vise, keeping him nice and deep where you need him.
"My Toji," you slur and bring your own hands back up to slide through his hair.
He moans quietly, and his eyes flutter shut. His hips sputter a bit as he feels his release creeping up on him.
"Gonna cum soon, dollface. Get you nice and full of me so even when I pull out, you know who that pussy belongs to," he mumbles.
You mewl in ecstasy, eager to feel him shoot deep inside you.
It doesn't take long for you to get your wish. His body lowers against yours, his flushed, sweaty skin sliding against your flesh. He pumps into you desperately with a groan as he drains himself between your tight, velvety walls.
He lets it all sink inside you before pulling out. His cock is still slick with your arousal. He leans back and pushes your thighs up, taking a look at your pussy stuffed full of his cum. Just how it should be.
Up top, you were still blissed out. He huffs out a laugh at your drooping eyes and contented expression.
"How you feeling, baby?" he asks and crawls back on top of you to give you some lazy smooches.
You hum and rub your nose against his cheek. Words were too hard right now in the best way.
He smirks and nips at your nose teasingly.
"Head all clear?" he whispers.
"Mhm," you say with satisfaction, opening your eyes wider and taking in the face of the man who had you now, mind and body.
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hiii! req for kenji like imagine reader and ken are dating but he hasnt been able to talk to her alot since of raisng emi and ultraman, so after emi is gone what if he treats her to a little picnic date telling her about what happened and how sorry he is for kinda leaving her out in the blue
From LA, with Love
Kenji Sato x Reader
Word Count: 2,656
Genre/Warnings: Long-Distance Relationship
Author's Note: My longest one so far; sometimes I write without brakes đ©
MASTERLIST
"Breaking news from Tokyo: A baseball game at the Tokyo Dome was disrupted tonight by the sudden appearance of a kaiju. Spectators were evacuated, and the city is currently under high alert."
Your heart pounded as the screen switched to footage of the chaos. The camera panned over terrified spectators fleeing the stadium and a massive kaiju rampaging through the city streets.
At the corner of the footage, you spotted familiar landmarks in the background and felt a knot tighten in your stomach. Those looked like the pictures Kenji sent you for updates.
The newscaster continued, "Among the players was rising baseball star Kenji Satoââ
The sound of glass breaking was heard at the mention of his name. Your tea now spilled on the floor, shards of broken glass around it.
Your breath got caught in your throat. Your boyfriend was there, in the middle of the chaos and there was nothing you could do. You were literally 5,000 miles away on the other side of the planet.
You knew you shouldâve listened to your gut when it told you to come with Kenji to Japan. If something bad happens to him tonight, you wouldnât be able to forgive yourself especially when there was something you couldâve done.
Quickly, you grabbed your phone, trying to call him, but the call went straight to voicemail. Panic surged through you, but you tried to remain as calm as you could.
The news feed cut to shaky footage that showed Kenji at bat with the crowd cheering, but suddenly, screams filled the air as the kaiju appeared overhead. The camera focused on Kenji, his face a mix of determination and fear before he disappeared from view in the ensuing chaos.
That was all the media said that night. Itâs not like LA News would take an extra mile for Kenji; so you desperately searched for more information. Unfortunately, updates were sparse.
It was currently 3 AM in LA and your mind raced with worry. Was he safe? Why hadn't he called you?
You didnât stop looking for information. Youâve checked the whole internet, called hotlines you thought could give you an update, and stayed up til sunrise.
Suddenly, your phone beeped and you have never been this fast on grabbing it. It was a text message from Kenji, "I'm okay. Can't talk now. Please don't worry. I love you.â
You held your phone close to your chest, a temporary relief washing over. You clung to those words but uncertainty still gnawed in you. You had so many questions and no answers.
Little did you know, Kenji was not just caught in the chaos; he was fighting it as Ultraman, a secret he was yet to reveal. The only reason he told you he was going back to Japan was that he wanted to play for the Giants, his favorite team as a child.
It was a random day that he told you he wanted to go back to Japan, and immediately at that. At first, you were hurt, thinking about how it seemed so easy to leave you in LA when you had loose ends you needed to tie first.
Your job demanded your attention. You were in the middle of wrapping up a significant project that required your presence. Your boss was understanding but insisted you complete the handover to your replacement to ensure a smooth transition.
Then your apartment lease was coming to an end. You needed to sort through your belongings, decide what to keep, sell, or store, and handle the logistics of moving out. This was time-consuming, and you had to coordinate with movers and real estate agents.
Lastly, your family. You were born here in LA and only went out of the country for vacations. But with how Kenji decided to stay in Japan for good, you wanted to follow. You couldn't leave without ensuring your parents and siblings were taken care of and comfortable.
Communication with Kenji became difficult in the weeks that followed after the Tokyo Dome incident.
It was a late evening in LA and an afternoon in Japan. You sat by your laptop, staring at the screen, waiting for Kenji's call. The clock ticked past the scheduled time, and your heart sank with each passing minute.
Finally, your phone buzzed with a message, "I'm so sorry, I can't make the call today. Something urgent came up. I'll explain later."
You sighed, typing back a quick reply, "I understand. Stay safe. I miss you." But he never got a chance to explain anything.
Recently, some things urgent have always arisen around Kenji. It wasn't the first time a call had been missed, and you knew it wouldn't be the last.
You were left with nothing but to watch his games and interviews on TV. However, he didnât seem like himself in all of them. LAâs pride, the Kenji Sato, seemed like a rookie in the Japanese stadium.
His games were all chaotic with some of them ending in fist fights. When the camera focuses on him, you see nothing but an exhausted man. You never saw him like that before which made you worry what the heck is going on over there.
You clearly had no idea, at all, about what was happening to him. The last time you had a call, the connection was poor, and his voice kept cutting out.
"...so much going on here... trying⊠keep everyone safe..."
"Kenji, I can barely hear you. Can you repeat that?"
â...wish I could talk longer... love you...â
The call dropped before she could respond, leaving her staring at the screen, feeling more alone than ever.
All of these: being kept in the dark, zero communication, and the constant worry were making you rush the things you needed to wrap up before heading to Japan.
There was a time, you told him that you were thinking of coming to Japan first to help him with whatever he was going through, and just be back to LA afterward to take care of the things you left.
But itâs complicated, he said, with things happening that could put you in dangerâmore than the kaiju attacks, and that itâs better to stay in LA for now. You knew there was something he wasnât telling you and it scared you.
Kenji promised to explain everything when the time was right. He told him he loves you more than anything and that heâs doing this to protect you.
You didnât understand anything but you trusted him, waited for him, and been patient with him.
Soon after, it started to seem like things were getting better for Kenji. The Giants were now back on their track and Kenji was back to his usual self, if not better. Communication has been re-established and not a day went by that he didnât call you.
Before you knew it, the last of your loose ends had been tied and you were finally ready to fly to Japan. You received a message from Kenji, âThings are calmer now. I miss you. Can't wait to see you."
Your heart ached with longing. You had worked tirelessly to clear your schedule and now was finally the moment. You had your flight booked, bags packed, and said goodbye to friends and family.
At the airport, you paused before boarding, sending one last message to Kenji, "On my way. See you soon."
As the plane took off, you stared out the window, the city lights of Los Angeles fading into the distance. The hardest part was over. You were finally on your way to Japan to finally understand everything that had kept you apart, and to be there for Kenji in ways you couldn't before.
The bustling Tokyo airport was filled with the sounds of announcements, the rolling of luggage, and the chatter of travelers. Kenji stood near the arrival gate, his heart racing with anticipation.
He clutched a bouquet of your favorite flowers, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. After months of limited communication and the constant weight of his responsibilities as Ultraman, he was finally going to see you.
He scanned the crowd, searching for your familiar face among the sea of strangers. His phone buzzed with a message, and he quickly checked it, âJust landed. Can't wait to see you."
Kenji's heart skipped a beat. Moments later, he spotted you emerging from the gate, eyes darting around, searching for him. Your eyes met, and you broke into a wide smile, your pace quickening as you rushed toward him.
He closed the distance, pulling you into a tight embrace as soon as you reached him. The bouquet was momentarily forgotten, dropped to the floor as he held you close, feeling the warmth and reality of your presence.
"I've missed you so much," you whispered, voice trembling with emotion.
"I've missed you too," Kenji replied, his voice thick with relief and love. "I'm so glad you're here."
You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a mixture of happiness and concern, "What's been going on?"
Kenji sighed, feeling the weight of the past few months. "There's so much to tell you,â he replied. âBut let's get out of here first. I want to take you somewhere we can talk."
He picked up the forgotten bouquet, handing it to you with a sheepish smile, "These are for you."
You took the flowers, your smile widening, âThank you, Kenji. They're beautiful."
All exhaustion from your 11-hour flight was wiped away at this moment. You were thankful for the naps you took on the plane because you didnât want to pass out at the moment of your reunion.
The two of you then made your way out of the airport, the chaos and noise gradually fading as you stepped into the relative calm of the parking lot. Kenji led you to his car, loading your luggage into the trunk before opening the passenger door for you.
As Kenji drove through the city, you took in the sights. Youâve never been to Japan before, your excitement mingled with curiosity. "So, where are we going?" You asked.
Kenji glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "I thought we'd go to a park nearby,â he answered. âIt's a quiet place where we can sit and talk."
You nodded, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "I've been so worried about you,â you said. âI can't wait to hear everything."
You arrived at the park just as the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. Kenji found a secluded spot under a large oak tree, spreading out a blanket and setting up the picnic he had prepared.
You sat down together, the peaceful surroundings providing a stark contrast to the turmoil of recent months. Kenji took your hands in his, looking into your eyes.
"I'm sorry for everything," he began. "For not telling you sooner, for the missed calls and the worry. There's something I need to explain."
You looked at him with eyes full of concern and love. "I'm here now, Kenji,â you said. âWhatever it is, we'll get through it together."
He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "A lot has happened since we last saw each otherâ he started. âI've been dealing with something big, something I couldn't tell you about over the phone."
You watched him intently, grip tightening on his hands, âWhat is it?"
Kenji sighed, feeling the weight of his secret pressing down on him. "You remember the day of the game when Gigantron attacked?â He asked. âThat wasn't the first time something like that happened. And I've been involved in every one of those incidents."
Your eyes widened in shock, but you didn't interrupt, letting him continue. "I'm Ultraman," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I've been fighting kaijus to protect the city. And recently, I found myself responsible for raising a baby kaiju who needed my helpâ he continued. âI couldnât risk telling anyone, and I didn't know how to tell you."
You sat in stunned silence for a moment, processing everything. "You've been fighting monsters and raising a kaiju baby?â You asked. âWhy didn't you tell me? I could have helped."
"I didn't want to drag you into the danger," he said, his voice filled with regret. "But I realize now that keeping you in the dark only made things worse. I'm so sorry for shutting you out."
You looked at him, your eyes softening. "I wish you had told me sooner, but I understand why you didn't,â you replied. âI just want to be there for you, Kenji. Weâll face anything together."
Kenji felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank you for understanding,â he said. âI promise, no more secrets and I donât want to be far away from you anymore."
You held your arms out and gestured for him to hug you. He rested his head on your chest, his safe place. Oh, how he longed for it in the last months when he needed it most.
You could feel his tensed muscles relax at your touch. You peppered his forehead with kisses as you ran your hand lovingly across his hair.
He craved your touches the most and now that heâs in between your arms, it felt as if a heavy weight was taken off his shoulders.
He had so much more to tell but he decided that they were stories for the coming days. Thereâs no need to rush; after all, youâre here now.
Getting back to his agenda for today, Kenji slowly leaned back. "I hope you're hungry," he said with a grin, placing a small bouquet of wildflowers in the center of the blanket.
On the blanket were an assortment of your favorite foods: sushi, fresh fruit, and homemade mochi. You looked at the spread with delight. "This looks amazing, Kenji,â you said. âYou've really outdone yourself."
"I wanted it to be special," he replied. "You deserve the best."
The two of you began to eat, savoring the food and each other's company. Kenji watched you with a soft smile as you tried a piece of sushi. "I remember you loved this one," he said, pointing to a beautifully crafted roll.
Your cheeks slightly flushed from happiness, "This is why I love you!"
As you ate, Kenji told you about the peaceful moments he found in the chaos. He would ask Mina to flash pictures of the two of you together and it would instantly calm him. Even Emi was calmed by it.
You sat in front of Kenji, back pressed against his chest and you between his legs. You held the box of sushis in your hand. From time to time, youâd turn slightly to look up and feed him.
At times, heâd lay his head on your lap, looking up at you, admiring the face he loves. Youâd put your hand on his hair, gently stroking it as he tells you all about Emi.
He told you someday heâd take you to meet Emi; heâs sure she would love you. But for now, he just wanted to spend time with you. He felt bad for having neglected you these past months.
After you finished eating, the two of you lay back on the blanket, gazing up at the sky. It was already nighttime by then and the two of you didnât even notice the time that passed.
Above you, the stars began to twinkle. Kenji pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you rested your head on his bicep. The world around you faded into the background.
"I love you," he whispered, the words carrying all the emotions he had held back.
"I love you too, Kenji," you replied, your voice equally soft. It felt so surreal to hear it in person after months of only hearing it on calls. âMore than you'll ever know."
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Earn it
Ch. 1: You Boys Really Like to Play Doubles
Note: Okayyy another one in the lineup. Now that I'm back in my account I think I am going to make an update schedule. I hope you all enjoy this new series along with the others and let me know what you think. This first chapter is mostly backstory building but this story is my chance to be messy lol. It will have spoilers for challengers, but also a lot of things are changed. Please feel free to interact and give feedback (constructively) it inspires me to hear from you all. This obsession came fast so I feel like I already have so many ideas for these characters. This one is short because I was dipping my toe in but they will get longer! The aesthetic board for this story will be on the masterlist in a couple hours! Thank you and enjoy!
Tashi Duncan is an athlete. Hell, sheâs the athlete. Of their arena. Of their time. Sheâs good. Great. Passionate. BeautifulâŠin the words of Art.
Sexy as shit in the words of Patrick and just about every other man who managed to lay eyes on her. Sheâs something to marvel at. And they did. Marvel. Art and Patrick stand there, jaws slack, eyes locked on the girl as she moves about the dancefloor absently. Itâs like the opposite of how she moves on the court. There sheâs a predator. Moving quickly, calculated, with strength. Here sheâs graceful, eyes closed and enjoying the motions.
Itâs their chance. A chance to meet her. To flirt with her. Con her out of her number when she wanders away from the group of women sheâs dancing with over to the couches to retrieve her drink. Itâd be easier to talk to her alone. They do their best work in a double, and as far as they knew, she had no partner. As far as they knew.Â
And theyâre basking in her attention. Taking turns in a whole new match. When one gets the gift of her gaze the otherâs smile drops like a puppy waiting for its turn to be played with, her easy smirk resting comfortably on her face the whole time. Until she comes.
âMade some friends?â
The two of them canât help but have the same thought. Art was admittedly more ashamed to have it but they both had it. Thereâs two of them.
âThese guys are in the tournament. They play tomorrow.â Tashi smiles, holding her hand out to the girl and helping her step over the table so she can sit down next to her. Both men offer her their own hand to help her the rest of the way but she simply squeezes Tashiâs harder.Â
Patrick and Art donât know where to look. Before the girlâs arrival Tashi was the only person worthy of admiration here. Sheâs stunning, abnormally beautiful. But so was her friend. She had a darker complexion, with full lips coupled with a pretty smile. She tosses her silky dark hair over her shoulder, exposing more shiny skin. Her pink, strapless dress compliments Tashiâs royal blue one so much that even two men with no knowledge of womenâs fashion would guess the choice was purposeful. They exchange looks as the women cross their legs in sync, Tashi handing her half-drunk beverage to her friend who rolls her eyes with a small as the boysâ eyes drop to her mouth. âAre they any good?â
Tashi hums thoughtfully, tilting her head lightly as if she needed to observe them to determine that. âFrom what I hear? Sometimes.â
âNot good like you though.â
That takes them aback for a moment. I mean, Tashi just won a tournament, sheâs proven herself enough to pass judgment, all this girl has proven to them is that sheâs hot. Whoâs she to decide that they werenât in the same league as Tashi. They werenât, but who was she?
âYou, uh, know that just from looking at us?â Art asks, finding himself sitting straighter at the scrutiny, the unimpressed looks on the two girls' faces getting to him as he wonders what it would take to change them.
All the girl offers is a shrug and a small smile around the straw, earning her a giggle from Tashi.Â
âYou know, we didnât get a chance to see your match. Whatâs your name again?â Partickâs brows furrow as he glances between his friend and the two women.Â
The smile drops from her face and her lips curve into a frown, cheek dimpling in a way that almost has the men forgetting sheâd insulted them. âWow.â she scoffs.
âYouâve got balls. You came to my party to talk shit to my best friend?â
That has them scrambling, stuttered half apologies from Art and sarcastic denials from Patrick. Anything they could blurt out to convince Tashi and her mystery friend to stay. All of it interrupted by their burst of giggles.Â
âWeâre just fucking with you.â The girl leans her head back against the cushion, puffing out laughter that makes Artâs head feel like itâs swimming. He blinks at the feeling and takes his own deep breath. âIâm Heaven, Iâm nobody, I donât play tennis.â
âNobody? You donât seem like nobody.â He doesnât even recognize his own voice when he says it.Â
âNobody is nobody.â Patrick cuts in.
Tashi gives the girl a disapproving look that would put ice in the mensâ veins, pursing her lips in agitation briefly before turning back to the guys in front of them. âSheâs Heaven Whitlock, sheâs my best friend, and the best fuckinâ ballerina in the world.âÂ
Heaven lifts and drops her shoulder noncommittally, taking a deep sip of the drink. âYeah. Iâm the best fuckinâ ballerina in the world.â
The girls left soon after that so that Tashi could take pictures and once they were done, they were pleased to discover that the boys had waited to hang out with them more. The group made their way down to the beach and found themselves talking about all sorts of things. Life, Tashiâs earlier match, tennis as a spirituality. They were shocked to learn that Heaven knew a lot about the sport and could even play a little. But based on how they described it, she only knew enough to help Tashi train.Â
Patrick felt aggravated and outnumbered by the fact that all three of the others were going to college.Â
âOkay, so she doesnât want her only skill to be hitting a ball with a racket. What the hell are you going to school for Miss Ballerina?â
âTrain. I can get better.â Heaven shrugs. âGet my name out there too, before I join a company I mean.âÂ
âCan we see something?â Art blurts from his seat, shaking out the ash from his cigarette. âLike your favorite trick or-â
Heavenâs face lights up slightly. Her back has been straight up all night, her shoulders rolled back with poise, but she perks up in excitement at the thought of the opportunity to dance. âI like doing Fouette turns-â
âHeaven, in sand?â Tashi whips her head to look at her friend. âYou donât even have your shoes. You have your first audition for your schoolâs fall show when we get back donât you?â
Heaven rolls her glossed lips inward, nodding, eyes dropping to the sand briefly before they return to the men in front of her. âMaybe another time.â
âAnother time. Thereâs gonna be another time?â Patrick leans back in his seat, looking between the two women smugly. âDoes that mean Iâm gonna hear from you two again?â
âIâll see Art at Stanford. Heaven will visit.âÂ
âHeâs asking for your numbers.â Art offers. âSo am I.â
Heavenâs brows furrow as she stands dusting sand off her hands before she helps pull Tashi to her feet. âBoth of you?â
âYep.â
âWant both of our numbers?â
âYeah, pretty much.â
âOh, you boys really like to play doubles, huh?â Sheâs met with cheeky smiles and a shrug from Tashi. âWell, I have a boyfriend, soâŠâ she grins, gesturing to Tashi. âMay the best one win boys.â
The boys crane their necks briefly to follow Heavenâs walk up the hill, her sandals in hand, watching as she turns expectantly, holding out her other hand for Tashi to come up and take. They barely get out their offer for Tashi to come to their room later before sheâs making her way up the hill. Her long legs carry her to her friend, whose hand she takes before swinging their arms back and forth, singing along together to whatever song is playing in the distance together.
As soon as theyâre out of sight Patrick whips his head to face Art, a wild smirk on his face.Â
âWhich one do you want?â
âSoâŠwhich oneâs your favorite?âÂ
âPatrickâs got more natural talent, thatâs for sure, but heâs stubborn, doesnât wanna learn anything new. Art- what?â Tashi tilts her head at her friendâs scoff, moving to sit next to her at the small desk chair, watching as her friend rubs lotion into her face. âWhat?â
âNothing, T, tell me about Art.â Heaven laughs, shaking her head. Tennis. Always about tennis. Poor boys.Â
âArt wants it more right now. And heâs good. Could be great." She stands walking over to the closet and tugging on her jacket. âYou set your alarm?â
â4:30, T. Gotta get our run in and practice for my audition before the tournaments start.âÂ
âMm, good girl.â she smiles, dropping a kiss onto the top of Heavenâs head. âIâll have my key.â
âYouâre really going? Youâre gonna go to their room?â Heaven turns in the seat and watches Tashi put on her shoes. The brunette pauses to look at her friend, walking over and crouching in front of her. Her hands rest on Heavenâs legs as she looks up at her.
âYou jealous?â
âWant me to be?â Heaven asks, leaning her forehead against Tashiâs with a defiant look on her face. âI know youâre not gonna fuck them.â
âReally?â Tashi hums absently. âWeâll see. Iâll be back later. Why donât you call Trevor while you have the room to yourself.â
With that she pats Heavenâs legs, pushing off of the floor and leaving her alone in the hotel room.Â
Heaven takes her best friendâs advice. She calls her boyfriend. It was a mistake.
Trevor hates Tashi. He hates tennis. He hates dance. He hates everything.Â
He didnât use to. He used to think the girlâs dedication was cool. He used to love to come to showcases, recitals, even some of Tashiâs tournaments. But then he realized his place in everything. His place in Heavenâs life. Dance and Tashi, those two things would always come before him.
Thatâs the hard lesson everyone always had to learn. Tashi was always gonna win when it came to tennis and Heaven. Tashi was Heavenâs firstâŠperiod. First best friend, first kiss, theyâd taken each otherâs virginities. They met in middle school. Heaven had been at the community center gym with her mother, running and doing weight training while her mom took a zumba class. Out on the court was Tashi. Beautiful and focused as ever. Heaven chose a treadmill that she could watch Tashi practice out the window from. Sheâd been startled when the taller girl came into the building and stood next to her machine and asked her if she knew anything about tennis and if she wanted to play.Â
She wasnât good. Tashi was determined to make her good enough to play with. Soon enough they were inseparable. Heaven would sit in the stands at Tashiâs games, yelling as loud as the girl playing when she won. Tashi would go to see Heaven dance, offering her applause when she won awards or starred in a show. Having Tashi was intense, but Heaven was intense too, in her own right. They were both passionate about their crafts, and loved the art of working hard. They liked making each other proud.Â
Tashi was Heavenâs first everything except her first love. That was dance. Her muscles stretching into beautiful motions. Using her body to tell all kinds of stories. Becoming someone else entirely over the course of a song. Heaven would die if she couldnât dance.Â
She doesnât feel like that about Trevor. He was a sweet guy, and she liked him. Despite Tashiâs constant digs that he wasnât good enough or amounting to anything, Heaven liked him. Not everything has to be an intense feeling. Content can be good enough. I can be satisfied with content.Â
But Trevor wished she would be normal. He wished she wasnât so close to Tashi. He wished she wasnât constantly working at something. At least thatâs what he said when he dumped her over the phone.Â
âTrev-Trevor. Trevor are you fucking serious?âÂ
Dial tone.Â
Heavenâs lip curls up in frustration as she feels her eyes watering. She throws her phone against the wall, hearing the distinct crack of the screen. âFuck. Fucking shit.â SheâŠneeds Tashi.
Pulling a baggy t-shirt over her sportâs bra and underwear she goes to the bathroom and rids herself of any evidence that sheâd been crying before she heads to the room Tashi told her sheâd be in. She creeps past her friendâs dadâs door so she doesnât wake him and alert him that neither she nor Tashi were in bed. As she gets off the elevator on the boysâ floor she straightens as she goes to knock on the door, hearing the faint sounds of lips smacking and moaning.Â
That makes her feel worse then she did when Trevor told her she wasnât worth the hassle.
Heaven turns on her heel and goes back to the elevator. Her bare feet pad on the rug of the hotel hallway as she wraps her arms around herself until she gets back to her door.Â
She ties her scarf around her hair before climbing into the bed the girls had been sharing, facing the window. The blinds rattle as the wind blows and the quiet tears on Heavenâs face are dry by the time Tashi slips into the room and into the bed behind Heaven.Â
The bed dips slightly under her weight and suddenly hands are planted onto Heavenâs side. âHev, Iâm backâŠI had fun. Come on, I know youâre awake.â
âCool.â
âI hooked up with them.â
Heaven turns then, laying on her back as Tashi leans over her, her hair making a curtain around her. âWhich one?â
âHmmâŠboth. We didnât have sex or anything butâŠI made out with both of themâŠand then they made out with each other. Sâfun.â Tashi grins, flopping on her back next to her friend.
âTheyâŠever done that before?â
âNopeâ she smiles, popping the âpâ loudly. Both girls burst out into laughter as they think about the difference between their friendship and the two boys they met, so similar yet so different.
âYouâre evil. You fucking homewrecker.â
âAhh, theyâll be alright. Itâll be a good fuckinâ match tomorrowâŠwinner gets my number.âÂ
Oh.Â
âTrevor dumped me today.âÂ
Tashi turns on her side at that. Her ever-inspecting eyes scan Heavenâs face before narrowing a little. âNo bullshit? Good fucking riddance. Shouldâve dumped him when I told you to. Damn, wouldâve been an even better match if I knew that earlier. Imagine how theyâd play if the stakes were the winner gets both of us at the same time.â She laughs, putting her legs under the blankets. âItâd be fucking funny.â
âYeah, T. Fucking hilarious.â
Tashi is at the courts by 5 am the next morning, and Heaven is running on the beach. She normally loves training with here friend, but right now, she needs a fucking break. Being drilled about the audition or talking about this deathmatch for Tashiâs phone number doesnât feel like something she wants to do right now.
Still, her and Tashiâs workout playlist blasts in her ears as she fights the sandâs resistance, panting out breaths to Lose My Breath by Destinyâs Child. That is until she sees something moving out of the corner of her eye.Â
Itâs the blond one. She wasnât sure which oneâs name was which, but to her, the blond one was the cuter one. She liked his smile and he looked like he had a nice body under his baggy shirt yesterday. His tight athletic tank today shows her sheâs right. Popping an earbud out, Heaven slows to jogging in place, offering him a smile. âGood morning.â
âGood morning, youâre up early, arenât you?â
âMight not play tennis, but Iâm still an athlete. I get up at 4:30 everyday. Clearly you do too.â
âUh,â he adjusts his cap on his unruly blond hair before covering it back up, matching pace with her in her jog. âNot really, but the match is in a couple hours and I gotta explain to my family how to watch it. Thereâs a lot of them. And Patrick snores.â
âI see. Well, youâre gonna have to get used to it if youâre gonna get with Tashi.â His mouth opens and closes at that, like heâs shocked she knows heâs interested in her friend. âShe told me about the stakes for todayâŠand the other stuff.âÂ
He falters in his step at that, placing his hands on his hips as he laughs in disbelief, before pulling her shirt over his mouth for a second to hide his face, ears red. âYou guys share everything, huh?â
âApparently you do too.â Heaven laughs, pausing in her jog to stretch her leg when she feels tightness in it, bending over to work the muscles. If her eyes hadnât slipped closed she would see Artâs eyes dart to her backside before looking away in an attempt to be respectful. He absently thinks that Patrick is right. Hot girls usually are friends with other hot girls. âBut Iâm rooting for youâŠuhâŠ?â
âOh, Art. Iâm Art.â he breathes, willing his eyes not to slip again.
âShort for Arthur?â
âUm, yeah, but nobody calls me that. Except my grandma when Iâm in trouble.â He blushes. Heaven straightens, and offers him a pretty smile.
âIf one of you is gonna be seeing Tashi, I need to know your full name. Iâm sure you can carry the speech to the other one too. If you hurt her, you die, Iâll kill you little white boy, you get it right?âÂ
âRight.â he hums, rocking on his feet. âSo, you guys are close huh? She talked about you a lot last night. Fucking hates your boyfriend.â
âYeah, well, she wonât have to worry about him anymore. Done. As of last night actually. Tashi was saying she wishes wouldâve known that before your little bargain. Then, it would be both her and my number on the line. What can you do?â Heaven shrugs absently. She was flirting a little. Sue her. Sheâd just been dumped and was finally free to start having fun. All summer sheâd been traveling with Tashi, being a good little doting girlfriend, turning down every hot guy she met. Only ever having one slip up, with Tashi. She knew they both were into her friend, she didnât expect anything-
âSo raise the stakes.âÂ
Heavenâs eyes widen as Art looks at her earnestly, looking embarrassed by his own words. âWhat?â she laughs.
âYou canâŠdefinitely tell me to fuck offâŠbutâŠwe would be interested in having your number added to theâŠpot? Fuck, that sounds awful, Patrick and I want your number too. I want your number too. If thatâs okay.â
âAnd you wanna play for it?â
âThose are the rules right?âÂ
Heaven observes the man in front of her. Boyish. Cute. And nervous. He doesnât know how hot he is. Not like his friend. Not like Tashi. He doesnât know what he looks like. And he seems sweet enough, nervous to offend them, but determined enough to push past the embarrassment to get what he wants. âTashiâs rules. Not mine. Do you guys want to play for my number?â
His jaw sets slightly as he looks her up and down. âI wanna earn it.âÂ
âOkay, winner gets Tashiâs number. And mine.âÂ
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Forget them all, Wendy (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)
Forget them all, Wendy // Brahms Heelshire Masterlist Brahms Heelshire x Reader Kinktober 2023 - 4/14 Warnings: breastfeeding kink or nursing kink I'm not sure, mommy kink
Summary: You and Brahms find a new kink. Maybe this is his favorite one.
A/N: I feel weird using a Peter Pan quote in a story like this, but hey, it fits. Enjoy!
"Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me whereâŠ" Your voice falters in the middle of the sentence, and your hold on the book loosens. "What are you doing, Brahms?" Your question is pointless, though. You can clearly see what he is doing when you look down at the man with his head still resting on a pillow on your lap. Your other hand that's not busy holding the book is in his hair, playing with his dark curls. "It's boring," he grunts, still pulling and pushing on your shirt. You frown. Your voice is almost upset. "How can you say that about Peter Pan?" The only answer you get is a low, determined grunt. "Now, you are just being rude," you tell him, putting down the book when it's clear he won't let you go back to read. "Brahms!"
Before you know it, the man pushes up your shirt to your neck and tugs on the cups of your bra. Your breasts spill out in front of his demanding eyes. Your nipples harden at the sudden caress of cold air. "Wait," you groan, pulling on your shirt to drop in next to you on the couch and reach back to get rid of your bra as well. The frown between Brahms's thick brows eases at your willingness.
You don't even want to fight against him anymore. After one morning, when you woke up to him sucking on your tits, his obsession with your boobs just grew to the point he was ready to jump on them at any moment of the day. Feeling his hands on you while you are busy with something else doesn't even surprise you anymore. Besides, you found out rather quickly that sometimes, letting Brahms have what he wants is easier than pushing him into a tantrum that can keep going for hours.
A gasp escapes your lips when Brahms latches on your nipple while palming your other breast. His large hand cups your flesh, digging his fingers into your softness just enough not to cause pain. Your hand is still in his hair, teasing and tugging. Your fingers tighten and loosen around his dark curls as pleasure flares through your body. Your spine arches from the back of the couch, pushing yourself closer to him. Your nipple is a hard pebble between his closed lips. His tongue flicks and swipes over the sensitive bud. His cheeks are hollow as he sucks more of your breast into his warm, wet mouth. "Brahms!" You cry out his name. "This is what you needed, baby? Mommy's tits in your mouth?" Your sudden question shocks both of you. His sucking stops, and your fingers in his hair pause too. For a second, panic settles deep in your belly. "Brahms-" you start, but your words turn into a moan when the man grabs onto your tits even more. "Brahms!" His eyes are on you the whole time as he suckles on your nipples, watching your reaction to everything he does. His cock twitches in his pants at the sight of your half-closed eyelids when he tugs on your nipple that isn't in his mouth. His thumb rubs over it before pinching it again to make you moan some more. "Do you like it?" You ask him. "When I call myself your mommy?" Your nipple glints with his saliva when he is willing to let it go finally. His lips are red and swollen, and you want to lean down to kiss him, but your position makes it difficult. "Yes," he answers. His voice is hoarse and close to whining. "Yes what?" You ask him, smirking. You tug on his hair when he doesn't answer fast enough for your liking. His eyes fall shut for a second, and a groan escapes his chest. You can feel it rumbling under your palm. "Yes, mommy," he corrects himself. "Good boy," you tell him. "You are my good boy, Brahmsy." He moans again, wanting to turn back to your tits. There is a pink flush on his cheeks that makes him even more adorable to you. He starts to lap on your nipple again and grope the other one. He enjoys the weight on his palm and tongue. "Come on, Brahms," you coo at him. "Suck on mommy's tits until you cum." Without his noticing, his hips rock upward every now and again. The tent in his trousers is obvious. His lips are around your nipple again, forcing as much of your soft flesh in his mouth as he can while your hand moves further down his body. You can feel his abs clenching under your palm and his hips jerking when you slip under the soft fabric of his pants. Your fingers curl around his erection, twisting gently on the warm skin. Brahms's moan is muffled by your breast. He sucks like his life depends on it. "You are my baby, Brahms," you praise him. He loves it when you do that, and you enjoy seeing him straighten himself with pride when you do it. "And my big, strong man." At this point, your nipple feels numb, and his hips pump up, fucking your hand. You can feel his pre-cum flowing down on your finger. Your thumb ghosts over the small hole at the tip of his cock. His neck stretches with a muffled moan, and you tighten your hold around him. "Cum for me, Brahms," you tell him, stroking him faster. "Cum for mommy." Your nipple falls out of his mouth as he moans and thrusts one more time. His wide chest heaves and a vein bulges out on his neck. You can't tear your eyes away from him. He looks like a fallen angel. "Good boy, Brahms," you tell him softly, caressing his hair while he calms down. "What do you think about a shower?" You can see the protest in his eyes, so you continue quickly with a smirk. "And mommy will bathe you."
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PAC: What's great about you and how can you boost your self-confidence?
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Today I wanted to do a lighter Pick a Card tarot reading and focus on the topic of self-confidence and how you can boost or improve it.
I hope this reading provides you comfort and help you understand what's awesome about you and what you can feel proud of :)
As always, this is a general reading meant for multiple people, take what resonates and leave out the rest.
IMPORTANT: I'm going on vacation until the end of September (2024) so there won't be new pick a card in the meantime, and I won't be able to do paid readings either. Shop is still open but keep that in mind because I'll either have to refund you or have you wait till I'm back. I'll be around a little on tumblr though in case someone wants to chat!
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Cards: the Magician, 10 of Swords, Queen of Swords, Page of Pentacles, Ace of Pentacles, Justice, Page of Wands, the Lovers, the Sun, King of Cups
What's great about you
You are able to draw a lot of strength from your inner struggles, using your pains and failures to fuel you and turn them into something that can propel you forward. Having high expectations for yourself and a deeply seated sense of your own values and opinions, you are not just someone who let themselves go for too long, but someone who always pick themselves back up and find a way to bounce back. Nothing is truly a failure if you can learn from it and come back of it stronger, smarter and more determined.
You know what you want for yourself and out of your life and you are determined to make things happen at some point. It's like some type of very determined energy, that while not super fast moving per say, does not back§ off before anything and keep moving no matter what, slow and steady like a deeply rooted tree inexorably growing year after year. You are someone with a vision, a dream that you hold firmly and I see you also having faith that things will turn out in your favor if you just keep pushing long enough.
It's not wonder that the magician takes the center stage of this part of the reading, as this Major Arcana represent the power of someone who brings concepts and ideas into reality. Someone who is always learning, always evolving, someone who seeks mastering everything they put their mind to, turning the most unfavorable situation into something that can serve them and their goal.
How to boost your self confidence
With the appearance here of Cups and Wands, which you were lacking in the previous section, you're basically being urged to balance yourself and complete your set of tools, so to speak.
The page of Wands adds the spark, the passion, the enthusiasm. It encourages you to be more optimistic and recognize your own power, and embrace your vision even further, allowing yourself to lean into it and really go along with it openly and with an adventurous spirit. This message is highlighted even further by the Sun, encouraging your to clear up your doubts and be more carefree. I think that you would gain a lot from letting go of the struggle mindset, knowing that yes, your resilience is admirable, but you don't need to struggle to do everything. Things can be easy and exciting too, not everything needs to be a struggle, and you have that power within you too.
The King of Cups is here to remind you that your emotions are not your enemy, but important carrier of messages and signals from the inner realms to take care of yourself in a gentle manner. I think this ability to pick yourself back up we mentioned earlier may sometimes make you a bit harsh with yourself, and you're being encouraged to be softer.
On top of that, in both sections, there is a strong Mercury influence, with on one side the Magician, and on the other Justice and the Lovers (both gemini cards, which is ruled by Mercury). What it means is that you can lean even more into your intellectual and communicative qualities, which you already have albeit in a rawer form.
With these cards, there is also a strong message about choice. Basically, if you want to feel more self-confident, you have to chose to embrace it first and foremost. To decide that this is a goal of yours, to believe in it and go for it, because with this here I don't think it's necessarily on your radar right now, but mostly some type of noise in the background. With your go-getter energy, really making it a priority will propel you forward with force.
You are a born storyteller, and the main protagonist of your own story. So what story do you want to tell? Embrace your vision and the world will open to you.
PILE 2
Cards: 2 of Cups, Queen of Swords, 8 of Cups, 5 of Pentacles, the World, the Tower, Ace of Pentacle, the Chariot, 3 of Pentacles, the Lovers
What's great about you
It seems that you have currently closed, or are closing, some type of painful cycle that made you feel a great sense of loss. Perhaps it is related to a relationship or an union of some kind. It made you feel like you were lacking something and broke your world and the vision you had for the future. You were left disappointed and perhaps even made you feel some type of hopelessness.
However, I don't think you gave up, but instead, you decided to move on and refocus on yourself. Which makes me think that right now, you are in this transitional phase. Why this message is showing up here is to tell you that you might not see it, but this ability of yours to bounce back and prioritize your own needs is admirable and a great strength.
What's great about you is that you know when enough is enough, you know what is worth fighting for and when to let go, and you know you can rely on yourself to advocate for your own happiness.
You are being encourage to see it, celebrate it and embrace the fact that while a new chapter is closing, a new one is opening too, even if you can't see it quite yet.
How to boost your self confidence
You are being encouraged to focus on a goal of yours, perhaps some type of dream or opportunity you'd like to go for. Do not linger on what you have lost, or what didn't came into being, but rather, on what could be in the future.
Let yourself dream and use that yearning to power you up and go after what you want. The Chariot as a character is someone who went through something difficult and learnt from it, leaving the doubts and uncertainty behind to embrace their desire to go for what they want. It's a card of movement and determination, of effort leading to success.
What I'm getting here might be different for different folks, but with the 3 of Pentacles and the Lovers, the main message I'm seeing is that you need to focus on building something for yourself first and foremost, working on that goal or dream of yours and seize the opportunity that are available to you without fear that you are not ready or good enough, because you are, and work towards it with patience and focus. For those who resonate with the relationship part of the previous section, it is possible that a better union is on the horizon once you allowed yourself to be in a better and more fulfilled place mentally and emotionally, and for others, it's talking about a more harmonious relationship with yourself where you would be able to accept who you are and love yourself more.*
(*Note: that is not to say there will be no relationship at the same time, simply that the cards comment on the harmony with yourself being primordial here. It's not mutually exclusive.)
So yeah, don't let past hurt dictate how you should feel and what you should go for. Let that go, leave that to the side, and look forward to the horizon. And remember to love yourself like you would like to be loved, for the amazing person that you are.
PILE 3
Cards: Temperance, Judgement, the Sun, the High Priestess, 5 of Cups, the Tower, King of Pentacles, 10 of Pentacles, 9 of Wands, the Hierophant
What's great about you
This pile is for those who have been intensively learning from their past and healed from it. There are three main messages here.
First, I see that you have learned to balance things between your rich inner world and your outer, more mundane life. I think you are highly intuitive and connected to your inner self, however, in the past, that may have made you overly detached from the world, and I see that you have made a lot of efforts to close that gap. I keep getting the word dissociation so perhaps that's relevant to some of you. Perhaps also you were described as overly mysterious or closed-off, and you worked a lot on yourself to be more open and actually connect with others authentically.
Secondly, I see that you went through a time of intense grief, which doesn't have to be about someone you lost (but could be) but can also be a general sense of loss or deep disappointment regarding something. For a long time, you stayed there licking your wounds and lamenting on the past, but then, you reached a point where you could not go on like that, some type of wake up call that made you move forward again.
Lastly, and tying the past two message together, you learned to let go of your catastrophizing or pessimistic mindset and are now more joyful, more optimistic, carefree even. There is a cheerful and youthful energy about you that some people who went through very heavy things and managed to come out on top hold, and is very inspiring to others who can sense it even if they don't know the details.
How to boost your self confidence
Here, I'm getting that after all the work you've done on yourself, it's okay and even highly encouraged to focus on your comfort and physical abundance too.
I think you may have put that to the side a lot, perhaps because it wasn't a priority or perhaps because you didn't think you deserved it, but here you're being urged to see that it's actually an important part of your life too. There is some type of legacy that you are able to leave, because you have the skills and/or wisdom to pass it down, and that could lead to a lot of success on different levels for you.
You need to let go of this mindset that you are not good enough, that you are unfitting to the things you want to get or to do, and also let go of this mental box you put yourself in where you were focused on surviving instead of thriving.
There is also the message that you hold a precious wisdom that could make you a point of reference in something, and that you need to recognize it and learn to actively share it. People will come to you for advice once you see that, but you have to see it yourself first and start to actively act on it.
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Pairing: Percy Jackson x Reader
Genre: Comfy cozy fluff
Word count: 567 [masterlist]
a/n: i live for soft percy ficsđ©”
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Sitting during lunch period together, both leaning on the trunk of an old rain tree at the campus park, you both enjoyed the company of each other in silence. Well, not in complete silence, there was the buzzing of passing conversations of the other students and the sound of the rustling leaves from the gentle breeze of wind.
But you and Percy were in your quiet bubble together. You felt like it was your own world. Being with him, sharing earbuds as your favourite playlist played on shuffle, it felt as if the bubble was a vacuumed space, shutting out the outside world. For like, an hour.
Shoulder to shoulder, you sat sketching on your little sketch book. Determined to commit to finishing the entire book for the semester and not abandoning it like.... the last 4 times. Hey, it wasn't your fault that artist block came knocking on your dorm room's door after a couple of days. Keeping up with the motivation to do something can be challenging okay!
As your pen scratched the paper with black ink, you were sketching a portrait of a woman you saw from your trip to the flower market yesterday. Mind in deep focus as you tried to recall the angle of her face, the deep hooded brown eyes, and the dark curl of her hair. She was very pretty enough to be your subject of art.
Being deep in your creative headspace, the person who was leaning himself onto your shoulder took hold of your non dominant hand which didn't catch your attention at first, but the cold and blunt tip of a pen gliding on the skin of the back of your hand sure did.
Tilting your head down to your intertwined hands, you smiled at the sight of Percy drawing an outline of a star on your hand, matching his blacked out one.
Glancing at his face the best you can, given your position, you could see the little smile on his face as he carefully traced the star's outline, darkening it.
You thought he was done, but under the star, Percy being Percy, wrote a cliche line of "You're the star of my life." Which got an amused scoff out of you. And a proud smile on his face as he let go of your hand only to take it in his other one to hold them up beside his as he examined his 'masterpiece'.
"You're such a dork, you know that?"
"At least I'm your dork," Taking your hand in his again, he brought your knuckles to his lips, "M'lady."
Groaning, you rolled your eyes as you pushed him, making him fall to the side. His melodious laugh filled your bubble.
"Oh my god Percy, I swear on your dad I will-"
"What? You will what, hm?" Giving you a raised eyebrow in question. Sometimes, your mind can't think of a fast retort to him, you stutter, thinking of something.
"I'm telling him that his son cheated on a carnival water gun's game to win a stuffed bear." With a proud face, you crossed your arms over your chest. Feeling defeated already from your poor attempt at a clapback.
You hoped he didn't notice the change of subject matter?
"Okay, I won a stuffed bear for you!" Okay, he didn't notice, "If you don't want him, I'll kidnap him back from you."
"No! He's mine!"
#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson#percy jackson fluff#percy jackson timestamps#percy#pjo#pjo tv show
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âHow do I know if my story needs work or if Iâm just being hard on myself?â
As I sit here accepting the fact that at 70k words into Eternal Nightâs sequel while waiting for my editor for Eternal Night itself, that I have made an error in my plot.
Disclaimer: This is not universal and the writing experience is incredibly diverse. Figuring this out also takes some time and building up your self-confidence as an author so you can learn to separate âthis is awful (when itâs not)â and âthis is ok (but it can be better)â and âthis isnât working (but it is salvageable).â
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When I wrote my first novel (unpublished, sadly), years ago, I would receive feedback all over the chapters and physically have to open other windows to block off parts of the screen on my laptop to slow-drip the feedback because I couldnât handle constructive criticism all at once. I had my betas color-code their commentary so I could see before I read any of it that it wasnât all negative. It took me thrice as long as it does today to get through a betaâs feedback because I got so nervous and anxious about what they would say.
The main thing I learned was this: Theyâre usually right, when itâs not just being mean (and even then, itâs rarely flat out mean), and that whatever criticisms they have of my characters and plot choices is not criticism of myself.
It did take time.
But now I can get feedback from betas and even when I hear âIâd DNF this shit right now unless you delete this,â I take a step back, examine if this one little detail is really that important, and fix it. No emotional turmoil and panic attack needed. I can also hear âI didnât like itâ without heartbreak. Canât please everyone.
The only time I freak out is when I'm told "this won't need massive edits" followed up by, in the manuscript, "I'd DNF this shit right now". Which happened. And did not, in fact, require a massive rewrite to fix.
So.
What might be some issues with your story and why it âisnât workingâ.
1. Your protagonist is not active enough in the story
Youâve picked your protagonist, but itâs every other character that has more to do, more to say, more choices to make, and theyâre just along for the ride, yet you are now anchored to this characterâs story because theyâre the protagonist. You can either swap focus characters, or rework your story to give them more agency. Figure out why this character, above any other, is your hero.
2. Your pacing is too slow
Even if you have a âlazy riverâ style story where the vibes and marinating in the world is more important than a breakneck plot, slow pacing isnât just âhow fast the story movesâ itâs âhow clearly is the story told,â meaning if you divert the story to a side quest, or spend too long on something that sure is fluffy or romantic or funny, but it adds nothing to the characters because itâs redundant, doesnât advance the plot, doesnât give us more about the world that actually matters to the themes, then you may have lost focus of the story and should consider deleting it, or editing important elements into the scenes so they can pull double-duty and serve a more active purpose.
3. Youâve lost the main argument of your narrative
Sometimes even the best of outlines and the clearest plans derail. Characters donât cooperate and while we see where it goes, we end up getting hung up on how this one really cool scene or argument or one-liner just has to be in the story, without realizing that doing so sacrifices what you set out to accomplish. Personally I think sticking to your outline with biblical determination doesnât allow for new ideas during the writing process, but if you find yourself down the line of âhow did we get here, this isnât what I wantedâ you can always save the scenes in another document to reuse later, in this WIP or another in the future.
4. Youâre spending too long on one element
Even if the thing started out really cool, whether itâs a rich fantasy pit stop for your characters or a conversation two characters must have, sometimes scenes and ideas extend long past their prime. You might have characters stuck in one location for 2 or 3 chapters longer than necessary trying to make it perfect or stuff in all these details or make it overcomplicated, when the rest of the story sits impatiently on the sidelines for them to move on. Figure out the most important reasons for this element to exist, take a step back, and whittle away until the fat is cut.
5. Youâve given a side character too much screentime
New characters are fun and exciting! But they can take over the story when theyâre not meant to, robbing agency from your core characters to leave them sitting with nothing to do while the new guy handles everything. You might end up having to drag your core characters along behind them, tossing them lines of dialogue and side tasks to do because you ran out of plot to delegate with one character hogging it all (which is the issue I ran into with the above mentioned WIP). Not talking about a new villain or a new love interest, I mean a supporting character who is supposed to support the main characters.
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As for figuring out the difference between âthis is awful and Iâm a bad writerâ and âthis element isnât workingâ try pretending the book was written by somebody else and youâre giving them constructive criticism.
If you can come up with a reason for why itâs not working that doesnât insult the writer, itâs probably the latter. As in, âThis element isnât working⊠because itâs gone on too long and the conversation has become cyclical and tiring.â Not âthis element isnât working because itâs bad.â
Why is it bad?
âThis conversation is awkward becauseâŠ. Thereâs not enough movement between characters and the dialogue is really stiff.â
âThis fight scene is bad becauseâŠ.I donât have enough dynamic action, enough juicy verbs, or full use of the stage Iâve set.â
âThis romantic scene is bad becauseâŠ. Itâs taking place at the wrong time in the story. I want to keep it, but this character isnât ready for it yet, and the vibe is all wrong now because theyâre out-of-character.â
âThis argument is bad becauseâŠ. It didnât have proper build-up and the sudden shouting match is not reflective of their characters. Theyâre too angry, and it got out of hand quickly. Or Iâm not conveying the root of their aggression.â
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There arenât very many bad ideas, just bad execution. âOnly rational people can think theyâre crazy. Crazy people think theyâre sane,â applies to writing, too.
I just read a fanfic recently where, for every fight scene, I could tell action was not the writerâs strong suit. They leaned really heavily on a crutch of specific injuries for their characters, the same unusual spot getting hit over and over again, and fights that dragged on for too long being unintentionally stagnant. The rest of the fic was great, though, and while the fights werenât the best, I understood that the author was trying, and I kept reading for the good stuff. One day they will be better.
In my experience beta reading, itâs the cocky authors who send me an unedited manuscript and tell me to be kind (because they canât take criticism), that they know itâs perfect they just want an outside opinion (they donât want the truth, they want what will make them feel good), that they know itâs going to make them a lot of money and everyone will love it (they havenât dedicated proper time and effort into researching marketing, target audiences, or current trends)âthese are the truly bad authors. Not just bad at writing, but bad at taking feedback, are bullies when you point out flaws in their story, and cheap, too.
The best story I have received to date was where the author didnât preempt with a self-deprecating deluge of âitâs probably terrible you know but here it is anywayâ or âthis is perfect and Iâm super confident youâre going to love itâ.
It was something like, âThis is my first book and I know it has flaws and Iâm nervous but I had a lot of fun doing itâ.
And yeah, it needed work, but the bones of something great were there. So give yourself some credit, yeah?
#writing#writing advice#writing a book#writing resources#writing tips#writing tools#writeblr#outlining#story structure#editing
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boyfriend! calcharo pt. 1?
Content: established relationship, sfw, non proof-reader.
Note: i just started the game so I still don't have him that characterised so, I'm sorry if I mess up :( + I will probably post a part two WITH the nsfw stuff.
Husband! Calcharo who fell in love with you at first sight.
He met you during one of the meetings, feisty looks, snapping at someone for trying to touch you, how could he not feel interested?
Soon, both of you had to work in a mission together, protecting each other from the predators.
After that mission, several missions went on, always sticking together, even to the point of seeing each other out of working hours.
He sees you as a lovely person, funny, joyful, someone who lights up the room as soon as they enter.
Despite his clear feelings, he tried very hard to deny them, always telling himself stuff like: "oh, it's just because we have connected fast", "it's just because i'm not that used to engaging in enjoyable conversations", that was not the case. And he knew it after two long years, each day seeing your pretty face while you fought the monsters.
After he finally addressed his feelings, he was completely weak to you, voice shaking, hands sweating, God, that was making him feel embarrassed, cause why would he turn red just because you had touched his chest for a few seconds? He was not that old, but he was not some young teenager to go around blushing like some child. Yeah, no longer doing that...
Forget that, he was completely lost, sometimes losing his focus after seeing you fighting, hair swaying as you moved, eyes determinated, God, did you know how pretty you looked?
This situation kept going on until one night after ending a difficult request, both of you went to take a few drinks you told him: "how can you be so shy? we've been dating for over six months!" His face turned as red as a cherry, words being stuck to his throat, it was after a few minutes that he was finally able to talk, voice a bit shaky: "what...? don't play with me." Your face turned red, almost matching his own: "so, we're not dating??" Oh God, this was getting so embarrassing.
The next morning, after drinking far more than both of you should have, the topic was addressed, reaching the conclusion of starting to date since that moment.
Sadly, it took at least one month for one of us to take the HUGE step of... holding hands... in private... it was you the one who took his calloused hand, both of your faces feeling as if they were boiling.
#calcharo wuthering waves#wuthering waves#calcharo x reader#calcharo#fanfiction#x reader#wuthering waves headcanon
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A Reward
NSFW : office sex, secretary x ceo, humiliation, dominance, cockwarming, teasing, fingering, exhibitionism, praise, teasing, pet names, riding, cursing, degradation, penetration, etc.
[ male ver. ] â Al Haitham, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, & Tartaglia
â AL HAITHAM
doing something nasty with your boss was something you never thought would ever happen to you in your lifetime of work at a publishing company, especially in your life as a bitter individual, but here we are, with the most recent edition in progress. you felt your stomach flip whenever he would thrust up his cock inside you further, the warmth radiating off his body seeping into yours, and that one thing you had always been discreetly craving for came right back again.
it's funny how all those sexual thoughts about him that you have never really let yourself admit to anyone, in particular, come rushing to mind when you think about what it might be like to fuck him, to have sex with him, itâs almost enough to make you feel ashamed from your desires.
"S-Sir... Please..." you begged him, and though it was difficult for you not to plead with him since he liked edging and teasing you like this to get you into positions where you would just do what he said or say something he wanted you to, you pushed your best to the limit to withstand him.
"Can't even wait until I finish my work, huh? Like a naughty thing you are, entering my office without even knocking first." He whispered seductively, You bit your lip, hoping you didn't make things worse for yourself by refusing to look at him. "I'm sorry... I-It won't happen again... I... Was just in hurry to- to get the work done as fast as p-possible so you'd get off early, s-sir..." you explained, your voice quivering and barely audible, but you were doing everything you could to hide how flustered and embarrassed you were at that moment. You didn't want to seem weak before him, it would only make him more determined to have you as his cocksleeve,
He hummed in reply, and you heard the shuffling of papers behind you, "So what? You want me to award you or something for doing that? I never asked you to rush the work, but if you must insist on having your head held down, then I can't deny you this." he told you. You gulped and looked at him sheepishly, You weren't exactly sure what he meant, but you knew for a fact that you wouldn't refuse anything he asked, especially if it involved getting to kiss him or touch him, you just couldn't help yourself sometimes, you had fallen hard for him. "if you can wait for me to finish this, who knows? I might even consider rewarding you."
â KAMISATO AYATO
The sound of skins clapping and your wails are the only voices that permeate the room. Youâve lost trail of time after all this. In a way, You wouldn't lie, it was kind of nice though, being so immersed in the sensation of someone else or rather your 'boss' who's doing you to such a great extent that it leaves you feeling like a mess.
The chimes that come out of your mouth were loud enough to drown out any thoughts and doubts that might come to the surface, even if you try not to think about them at all. You're not certain how long you've been laying there with your hands clutched together, but all you could think at the moment is how much satisfaction he had given your body from the inside.
"You've been working pretty hard, (y/n)," You felt an arm caress your waist, Ayato pressed his lips against your neck. "And for that, You deserve a reward." His lips move to smooch your skin as he speaks to you, sending shivers down your spine every time. It's almost like he knows precisely what you feel and how to please your body just right, leaving you unable to move on your pact.
the way his cock moved inside your tight walls while he fucked you into thoughtlessness and made you enjoy the moment better... It made your heart beat faster, He was so fine, the way he would move with his lips on your neck and his cock into you made everything more severe than it should have been.
"A-Ayato~" you couldn't help but whine loudly when he started moving slowly in and out of you from behind. The oscillations of his hips against your own caused warmness to pool between your legs, stretching out through your whole body and making you want more. He groaned and bit your earlobe. "Normally, I'd be furious for you calling me by my name informally just like that, but today I'm just too busy here to care," Ayato said in between heavy pants. Your mind went blank as you felt him hit that particular spot, causing you to arch up and let out another moan that sounded less like a word and more like a plea.
â DAINSLEIF, & DILUC
you were always curious about his reputation, in fact, you never get how your workmates are drawn into him! He was all cold and mysterious, always working at his desk and barely interacting with his employees. But then again, there is no shortage of people who are frigid and bizarre, to begin with. You know this. everyone was envious of you for being taken the yield of as his 'assistant' but that's just how things are between the two of you. It's not like he behaves toward you differently or anything, it's just that you can see right through the facade he puts up when it comes to his emotions toward others.
so now it's all weird to say that you're giving your boss the best day ever, How did it happen? it was because you had an argument with him and now with his dick inside your mouth, it felt really good, especially when you heard some sounds coming from his pretty lips. He sounded like he was having trouble controlling himself and you thought he would stop you but he didn't. so that's when your brain finally clicked. you were both horny, and the only way to relieve that pain would be to do something to each other.
but no, you were being disciplined for speaking disrespectfully toward him, and now would you even call this punishment? giving him a head like this makes you feel incredible, especially when your hands roam around his body, touching what you could brush. you donât know how to describe his body, he has a ton of muscles that move with every movement he makes. itâs all amazing to you. you wish this feeling will last permanently because right now you think you could fall asleep with this man's cock inside your mouth, your lips wrapped around his shaft.
youâve been sighing softly and he seems to be getting a kick out of this too. maybe he finds it as arousing as you do, maybe he's aware of what you want, or maybe he doesnât give a damn either. you donât know but he seems to be getting more impatient, and soon his hand is on your hair, pulling slightly so you open up further to take a better hold of his cock. âoh... your mouth... Fuckâ he mutters breathlessly before thrusting into your throat harder than before. you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second and you donât think thatâs fair because this isnât even fucking you yet.
the noises he makes and how his dick slides into your mouth smoothly feel like heaven in the best way possible. heâs almost completely out of breath by now and looks like he might collapse any moment. you have him now, your fingers tightly wrapped around his shaft, pumping him with your mouth as hard as you can just to earn his forgiveness.
| TARTAGLIA
Your tight walls hugged his cock as if they were the very walls of your heart. Your hands held resting on his shoulder with your weight as you pressed your body onto him. You rode him hard until he cried out in euphoria. His face was buried in your neck, his hair was soft, and his scent was intoxicating.
He felt you squeezing his hips to keep his cock deep inside of you. He was aching for discharge, you could sense it. But the instant his hand wrapped around your waist, you gasped. His touch left an ice-cold trail across your back. The way his fingers traced circles on your skin made you shudder. He had that effect on you that no one else ever could. It was so powerful, so captivating. It wasnât until that moment that you realized how much you liked this.
You like all of the noises he's making, the feeling of your thighs against each other, the roughness of your bare legs digging into his chest. You're sure that it makes him think of other things too when you're fucking him, but you don't mind at all. There's just something about having someone so passionate about sex, but so careful with everything else as well. "You're so tight..." he groaned, It's like you're in sync with each other, both of you moving in perfect tandem. You want to be as close to him as possible. So when he touches your shoulders or your ass, you let go and take his hand wherever you can reach. And that feels good. You love his big strong hands roaming over you. They are bigger than your own but softer. Like when he caresses you from behind, his touch lingers as it travels upwards.
"Not only were you good at seducing others," he says, "But you also knew what you were doing." His breath tickles your ear and you shiver. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your hole has you moaning softly. It seems like the only thing that sounds louder than your breathing, and that alone makes you crave more. Your body aches for more. Your eyes flutter closed, enjoying the feeling of having him inside you. You move your hips up again and again, pushing yourself against him as if trying to draw every bit of his cock into you. It drives both of you insane. All of it. Everything.
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Guess who had seasonal sickness â
Anyway, I saw this in a dream :3 Enjoy
Word count: 1.3k Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Touchstarved (Red Spring Studio) Categories: Other Relationships: Mhin/MC, Mhin & MC, Ais & Leander & Mhin Tags: Comfort with very little hurt, Fluff, Happy Ending, Leander is a little shit, Ais is just... there
Another infiltration of the Senobium had ended in complete failure. The MC, visibly disappointed, hurried across the Wet Wick, nearly running up the stairs before locking themselves in their room.
Mhin took notice, a flicker of concern crossing their face as they hesitated before sighing softly and starting to follow the MC.
"Woah woah woah, not so fast." Before they could take another step, Leander appeared, gently but firmly placing a hand on Mhin's arm to stop them.
Mhin turned to face the man, a hint of annoyance in their voice. "What do you want, Leander? Can't you see I'm trying toâ"
"I'm afraid that's not happening," Leander interrupted, retracting his hand.
Mhin narrowed their eyes. "And why, exactly? You're not the boss of me." They folded their arms, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Leander chuckled softly, leaning against the wall to block Mhin's access to the stairs. "You think I need to boss you around? Donât worry, I know you wonât listen." His tone shifted, growing more serious. "But I also know a thing or two about people. And right now, the MC needs space⊠and Iâm here to make sure they get it."
Mhin gave him a sidelong glance before averting their gaze. "Space, huh? And what makes you think you're qualified to decide what they need right now?"
"Because Iâve been around, Mhin. Iâve seen my fair share of emotionally charged situations. Sometimes the best thing you can do for someone is to give them spaceâto let them breathe and figure things out on their own." Leander stepped closer, a hint of playfulness creeping back into his tone. "Besides, you really think you're the best person to comfort them right now?"
Mhin huffed, their pride stung. They didnât like the implications of Leanderâs question, but maybe he had a point. "And I suppose you are, then?" Mhinâs eyes narrowed, though a hint of hesitation flickered in their gaze, betraying their uncertainty.
"You two are becoming worse than Vere and Kuras." Ais chimed in from the bar in a monotone voice, "Let it go."
Mhin shot Ais a withering glare at the unexpected intrusion.
"Shut your mouth, Ais. No one asked for your opinion." Mhin bristled, their hands clenching into fists at their sides. "And you," they continued, turning their attention back to Leander, "donât think that Iâm just going to blindly follow you."
Mhin left the Wick, their footsteps echoing against the cobblestone street. They were determined to reach the MC, even if it meant going against Leander. Their gaze darted toward the building, taking in the surroundings, the gears in their mind already turning. It wasnât too high, and the brick-lined sides seemed to offer potential footholds for climbing.
Mhin spotted a few stable-looking pipes they could use to scale the building and began to climb as quietly as possible, their heart hammering in their chest. Slowly, they made their way toward the second-story window, finally reaching their destination.
A faint light filtered through the curtains. They knocked once. Twice.
The window opened, and Mhin found themselves face to face with a startled MC, who seemed surprised to see them. "Mhin�" Their eyes were clearly puffy. Had they been crying?
OhâŠ
Despite their usual stoicism, a pang of inexplicable guilt hit Mhin. "MC, I⊠I know you probably donât want to see me right now, butâŠ" Mhin's words stalled as they struggled to find the right thing to say, suddenly at a loss for words. After a pause, they continued, their voice softer than usual. "I just⊠I wanted to make sure you were okay. And I didnât want you to face⊠everything⊠alone."
Mhin's gaze dropped to the ground, unable to meet MCâs eyes directly.
The MC stared at them dumbfounded for a moment before chuckling softly. "Who are you, and what did you do to Mhin?"
Mhin's cheeks flushed slightly, taken aback by MC's response. "What? I⊠I'm still me, you idiot!" They huffed, crossing their arms and leaning against the window frame.
The MC laughed harder. Good. Mhin liked that laugh.
"I'm just saying, a few weeks ago, youâd rather stab someone to death than offer comfort. But why didnât you come through the door?"
They shrugged, looking away. "I didn't want Leander or Ais to stop me. They were being obnoxiously clingy."
"Leander can be a littleâŠ"
"An overprotective asshole," Mhin muttered under their breath, rolling their eyes. "He's got his heart in the right place, I suppose⊠but he can be quite insufferable when he thinks he knows what's best for everyone."
"Won't you come inside? Or do you have to go?"
Mhin glanced over at the MC, silently weighing their options. They really wanted to stay, but they knew they had responsibilities to attend to. With a hint of reluctance, they sighed and pushed away from the window frame. "I⊠I have to go, actually. Iâve got commissions to take care of. But⊠can I come back later?"
The MC leaned against the window frame. "Iâll probably be asleepâŠ"
Mhinâs expression shifted slightly, a hint of disappointment in their eyes.
"Oh⊠Right." They paused, their gaze lingering on the MC. They really wanted to spend more time with them, but they knew they couldnât. Quickly, they pushed that thought aside. "I guess Iâll check on you tomorrow, then."
"Sounds great."
Mhin nodded, their usual stoicism slipping back into place. A small, rare, genuine smile tugged at the corners of their lips.
âItâs a deal then. Take care, MC.â
With a subtle salute, they stepped back from the window, preparing to leave.
âWaitââ
Mhin paused in their tracks, looking back at the MC, a hint of curiosity in their eyes.
âWhat is it?â
Mhin's eyes widened slightly as they felt a bandaged hand on their cheek and a soft kiss against their lips, sending a flutter through their entire body.
As the MC pulled away, Mhin stood there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Unable to respond, they simply stared back, their cheeks flushing a soft pink.
âGoodnightâŠâ
Mhin nodded wordlessly, still dazed by the kiss. They lifted a hand in a gentle wave, trying to form a coherent response. âGoodnight⊠Iâll⊠Iâll see you tomorrowâŠâ
With a final lingering look at the MC, Mhin turned and quickly walked away.
As they walked, Mhin touched their fingertips to their lips, still lingering on the memory of the kiss. They werenât sure how to process the new feeling surging through themâa rush of something they hadnât experienced before. It was⊠terrifying and exciting all at once.
With each step, they felt themselves becoming more distracted, their mind replaying the moment over and over again.
They wouldnât be able to focus on their work tonight at all.
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