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Through My Eyes

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Y/N was nervous.

She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her. She was known for being calm, collected, and at times even a bit cold but she had a feeling her nerves had something to do with this project for her photography class. It all felt like a sick set-up, as if her professor knew she was due for a life crisis when he asked such a loaded question to the class.

What parts of yourself do you hide from others?

“All of them.” She thought to herself as she scribbled on the corners of the paper she was meant to be writing her answer on. What was she supposed to say? This was a photography class, not group therapy. Knowing this would somehow connect to their project, however, she chose to be honest for once.

That’s how she ended up with her biggest fear written on a flimsy piece of paper that Harry now held.

“So what were you thinking? Should I just get naked and we go from there or?”

Harry blinked at the boldness of the girl in front of him. Truly, he hadn’t expected this to be the outcome. Reading her loopy handwriting on the paper.

‘Vulnerability’

Harry had been rather friendly with her for a long while, though never breaching the walls she set up high. He wasn’t one to push. Harry liked to be comfortable and kind and often had people telling him how much he was one of those people. The one you could tell anything to.

That didn’t work on Y/N, however. She was closed and he could respect that. They ran around the same friend group but Harry kept his distance mostly, though they’d had a few good conversations over drinks or blunts. She was cool, really cool.

However, she was open about a lot of other things. Sex, definitely. She wasn’t shy about talking about that or hookups or what she did online. Harry could respect it. She had said though that she never got fully naked on there.

To be the one trusted with taking naked pictures of Y/N was a big deal, but for a photography class, it did seem a bit much.

“I think so. But… are you sure you’re comfortable?” He said softly, looking up at her through his lashes as he set the camera around his neck. “I don’t want you to push too hard for this. We can make something else up if you want.” He should know better, though. She wasn’t one to throw in the towel at a challenge.

Y/N tilted her head at his comment, letting out a little laugh. He was sweet. She knew he was just being his usual kind self by giving her a way out, but she needed to do this for herself as well. She’d seen the pictures Harry had taken and she could tell that he had a unique view of beauty. It was a harsh contrast to the hyper-sexualized images she usually took of herself.

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t think I could do it.” Y/N shrugged, wasting no time in undoing the button of her jeans and tugging them off. One by one she removed the clothes from her body, not once looking up to see the look on Harry’s face.

Y/N was used to being semi-naked on her social media channels. It surprised her, she hadn’t realized how many people would spend money on pictures of her in various skimpy outfits and underwear. Being naked in front of Harry was different, however— there was no screen to hide behind, no buffer, he’d be able to see through her act.

She was just naked and well… vulnerable.

Y/N pulled herself back together in seconds, positive that Harry hadn’t even noticed that she was having a mini-breakdown in her head. No, she needed to do this and if she was being honest, he’s probably the only person she’d let do something like this.

“Alright, so where do you want me?”

Harry swallowed thickly as he watched her body slowly become exposed to him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her photos before- he had seen plenty, always thinking she was incredibly beautiful and wishing to photograph her.

He just wished it was more so on her own accord rather than for a project.

“Loaded question.” He tried to lighten her mood with a soft chuckle. “Why don’t you go… the window facing couch?” The studio he had rented was seemingly cold, her anxiety clear on her face. He was going to do his best to soothe her though. Make her see that he was safe.

Harry would never want her to feel anything but comfortable and at ease. He had done plenty of nude shoots for people before but this was different. She was nervous and doing it to prove a point.

“There you go. If at any point you become uncomfortable, let me know. Why don’t we use the sheet a little bit?” He slowly approached with a silky champagne-colored sheet. “You look gorgeous but I can tell you’re uncomfortable.”

“Fuck,” She muttered under her breath, thinking that she had been getting away with seeming confident. “It’s that obvious huh?” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as if it would help shake the nerves out of her system as she adjusted the fabric on her body.

Harry made himself busy, putting on some classical music. It was something he liked to do for shoots in general, it was a quick way to relax someone while also letting their mind wander.

Other than that, it was comfortably quiet in the room, Harry hadn’t even noticed she settled into a position looking out the window. He thought she looked perfect like this. Quickly checking the settings on his camera, he snapped a shot before she moved, hoping to capture her feelings in this moment. Providing a before to a hopefully much more comfortable after.

Turning her head at the sound, Y/N’s eyes darted between the camera and the head of thick hair behind the camera. She hasn’t realized he had started, gods, she hoped she actually looked relaxed. She was trying so hard to keep her mind off the fact that she was naked.

Vulnerability. When she wrote it down on her paper it seemed to easy thing to conquer.

Harry liked having her around. He had always been a curious man but she got him wanting to know more. Harry was softer spoken while she was louder and rambunctious but he liked that about her.

It was interesting to see this side of her. Quiet. A bit more reserved. Not that he wanted her to be uncomfortable at all but he liked the idea of her being more… real with him. He took a few more photos before he spoke again.

“I can see that you’re tense.” He kept his voice soft, walking towards her with the camera in hand instead of pointed at her. “But you’re in control here, love. Okay? You have the final say in what photographs leave my camera. Just this itself is a beautiful show of vulnerability.” He licked his bottom lip as he kneeled down on one knee in front of her, taking the camera off of his neck.

“Do you want to see what I’ve gotten so far? To see how it looks?” He was careful not to touch her body, resting his hand on the couch next to her but far enough away that it wouldn’t brush skin. The sheer covered her delicate areas, and he kept his eyes on her face.

“I uh— honestly I think it would probably be better for me not to look at them till you’re done with them,” Y/N admitted, feeling small under his gaze. She just couldn’t stop thinking about what he could be thinking. Expecting to meet his intense stare, she was surprised to find the opposite. He looked concerned— his gaze soft, eyebrows knit together as he tried his hardest to read her. She knew he was struggling too, that was the point.

“Sorry, I’m… just feeling weird right now. I don’t know why but I’m gonna figure it out.”

Y/N had known Harry for a while now and she felt comfortable around him. Too comfortable and it scared her. Harry was a very easy guy to know and be around, he makes people feel like they were the only ones in the room when they have his attention. Seeing him interact with others was one thing, but when she experienced it for herself she couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t an act either. He never pushed for more information, was always just happy to hear whatever she felt like telling him and would always ask the most thoughtful things as if it was just second nature.

Harry wasn’t like most people. It’s why she liked him so much.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He reassured her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel as if she had to make him feel comfortable too. He was fine. “It’s natural to feel a bit odd when you’re pushing your control. I am going to say that it takes a lot of guts to show up and be naked in front of a friend with a camera and trust. But you’re doing it.” He gave a private smile just for her, placing it back over his head.

“Let’s try and get some shots and then we can regroup and see what makes you feel the most at ease.”

He stood up and backed away from her, directing her to lay back against the arm of the couch and allow her legs to be facing the camera. Truly? She was fucking stunning. Hair a tiny bit messy and lips pouty from the nervous biting but he loved how she looked all the time. It wasn’t new to find her to be gorgeous.

Still though? She was uncomfortable. He could see it in her face as she looked at him, eyes avoiding the lens and squirming just a bit. His finger pressed the button and took a few shots, focusing on other details of her. The curve of her leg, how her skin was glowing in the light that came through the large window. Sometimes it blew him away that a girl as fucking breathtaking as her was single. It was her choice, he knew, but she must have plenty of options. She wasn’t shy to say she had some good hookups, never skimping on details.

Still, he watched her carefully as he moved around with gentle praises.

“There we go… that’s it.” His raspy voice was a bit quieter than she was used to. “Just like that. You’re doing so well f’me. Move your leg a little bit to the left…. Mhm, perfect. You knew where I wanted it.”

Her body reacted to his words faster than she could process them, instinctually relaxing at his praises. The difficult part was trying not to focus on how good he sounded saying those innocent words. Harry was being professional, but her mind had managed to make its way to the gutter in record time. It had been a while since anyone paid her this much attention to her since anyone had spoken to her in such a gentle and caring tone. It came so easily to him that it made her shiver, a piece of the fabric falling to expose more of her breasts.

Y/N was turned on, there was no denying that. She was a bit embarrassed considering he was just doing his job, not being a creep at all, and here she was, so deprived of human connection that even a few short sentences had her reeling.

Weird. That was a weird feeling. It wasn’t that she was naked or that he was doing something to make her feel uncomfortable. It was the fact that she was attracted to him and the fact that she was out of her comfort zone with him. No one ever saw her like this, so soft and pliable, so unsure of herself. She couldn’t wear that mask for this and she wouldn’t sure Harry would like what he saw when she took it off. It shouldn’t matter what he thought, but it did to her. She actually liked him. Fuck she really did like him.

Despite the good shots…. Something was missing.

Harry sighed, happy that she had managed to relax a little but it seemed his words had her squirming for reasons he wasn’t positive about. She was a bit tense and ultimately her face wouldn’t relax, which was what had him worried.

“Love?” He placed the camera down and looked at her. Trying to study if she relaxed when the camera wasn’t on her– if it was him that made her nervous. “I think… would you be more comfortable somewhere else?” He had noticed her eyes flickering towards the door quite a few times.

“If you’d feel better at your own place or even mine, we can. I didn’t know the word you’d write so I didn’t plan accordingly but it is a bit sterile in here.” He tried to make her see he was okay with leaving. “We can grab some food and go to either one. It can be intimidating in a space that feels a little bit public.”

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, nodding along with what he was saying.

“Yeah… yeah that sounds like a better idea.” She could play it off like that for now, but Harry was smart and she knew he would figure it out as soon as they got there that it wasn’t the location that had been bothering her.

“Let me just,” She pointed to the pile of her clothes, standing up from the couch and over to the chair to start. Y/N wasn’t rushed in her movements, casually slipping into her panties as if it was something normal for them to do, seemingly unbothered. If she could just be honest and tell him it would solve all the problem! But she didn’t want to overstep and create a new one.

What if it made him uncomfortable? They didn’t really know each other like that, how could she explain how she felt like she knew exactly the kind of person he was? That she could see them in a relationship for that matter? if she could just… be more like him. Be honest and gentle and caring instead of her abrasive act she put on as protection.

Now dressed, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone when a crumpled sheet of paper came flying out with it in the process. It was Harry’s word for the project.

She briefly remembered the word it had said, controling.

It was then her mind floated back to 10 minutes ago when Harry had told her that she was in control. If he was willing to let go of his control for her, she should be able to be vulnerable for him.

“Ready to go?” A raspy voice tore her from her thoughts.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Y/N offered a closed-lip smile, following him towards the door.

Harry had driven them to grab some takeaway before putting her address in his phone. It was an easy drive but when they arrived? It had taken Harry for a fucking loop.

She had a near mansion. A coded gate she had told him, having to press it to go inside and park. It was secure and large and he had nearly had his head exploding when he got inside and saw how cool it was.

Large and open concept, loads of books and some arcade games, huge oversized sectional couch and a massive flat-screen over a retro-looking fireplace… he was in awe. They were sat at her kitchen island with their food, talking back and forth when he decided to ask about the situation.

“So… are you here alone? Or do you have some roommates?” Harry looked over at her face and watched to make sure he wasn’t crossing lines. She had been a bit shy about showing him the main floor too, so he had assumed that maybe she wasn’t sure how to talk about it.

None of their friends had ever been here before otherwise he sure as shit would have heard about it.

“It’s just me.” Y/N took another bite, watching him closely to see his reaction. She could tell he was surprised but he seemed genuinely curious when he asked so she continued. “I um.. bought the property about a year ago and had it remodeled for me, I had been saving up to get a house and the onlyfans really took off so it happened faster than usual. The ceilings make it look bigger than it is, but I like that. I’ll show you the second and third floor after we eat.”

Things like this she could talk about. It wasn’t exactly about herself but she was still sharing information about herself.

“I don’t really like bringing people here usually… I love our friends but I can’t say I really trust them.” Y/N explained with a small sigh, looking up at him again. “Was that shitty of me to say?”

It’s true that their friends were aware she had some wealth from her online presence, some more than others. At times it felt like a lot of their friends, specifically, the guys would treat her as her persona than her as a person. She had become used to that, it’s why she kept things private. She didn’t want anyone to know what really mattered to her, she knew they’d quickly weaponize it just like everyone else in her life did.

“I don’t think it’s shitty.” Harry actually understood where he was coming from. Their friends were good people, really, but some of them would not be the type to move swiftly past her job choice. Harry himself didn’t find any problem with it. Any woman who wanted to use her body for whatever they wanted to, should. It was their right. Sex work was work and that was that.

“Some of them would be weird about it. They’re….” He licked his lip and watched her face as she anticipated his next words. “I would like to think they’d be respectful but knowing how some people treat other sex workers, they may think it’s an easy thing. Or try and make you pay for everything.” He shook his head.

“I’m proud of you, though.” He genuinely was. Looking around and taking it in proved to him that she had work ethic. “Investing in property is a good thing. I am very happy for you that you’re being smart with your money. I’ll admit I didn’t expect this sort of thing… I know you’re open about your hookups and sex in general which is refreshing. But I didn’t know you’d have made it a career.” He smiled lightly at the comment showing he was teasing a little. “I know you said vulnerability on the paper… but sometimes it is the smart thing to do, to protect yourself and your inner peace. They don’t need to know.”

“Thanks, Harry.” Y/N smiled back at him shyly. She swore she felt her heart grow three sizes. Y/N knew Harry was a good guy, but it still surprised her every time. He wasn’t just saying that to just agree with her and keep her happy, he agreed with her. He thought she was smart. He was proud of her. How did he always say the right thing at the right time?

Fuck she really liked him. A lot. It’s why she kept her distance. She preferred the idea of him being this perfect guy in her head but he proved to her every time they hung out that this wasn’t just her romanticizing him. He was right there in front of her, being his perfect self. She thought he was perfect.

“I um..” Y/N cleared her throat, realizing she had been staring at him quietly for a bit and looked down at her food again. “I don’t really share a lot about myself and how I feel, so it um it’s just hard for me to talk about it. Not that I don’t want to, people don’t really ask me about this stuff so I don’t really think about it often.” She perfered to distract herself from the negative thoughts rather than facing them head-on.

Sex was the best tool for that. Whenever she had sex she knew that in that moment the only thing going on in the other persons brain was lust and true primal urges. Sex was the one thing she felt like she could do to connect with someone before they go back to viewing her as something she’s not again.

He frowned at her explanation. People didn’t ask? He hadn’t. It made him feel guilty but at the same time… she had kept a distance between them for a long time and Harry respected that. She was never overly touchy with him like with everyone else and he knew she had to sense he wasn’t the most affectionate with his friends. Not because he didn’t love them but because he liked his boundaries.

Though… with her? Harry always felt a bit left out. She never came to sit on his lap or kissed his cheek or ruffled his hair the way she did with everyone else. But in that yearning, he found a lot of respect for her looking at his boundaries.

“You’re very open without being open.” He spoke his thoughts out loud. “But you share those intimate hookup stories and superficial stuff so people don’t dig a bit deeper?” He tilted his head as he took a sip of his drink.

He found himself attracted to her in general, but he wouldn’t admit that in this setting. Not unless she brought it up first. She needed to be comfortable and he wasn’t a creep who was doing this to see her naked. “And you do this only fans stuff… but you never have to go deeper than your body. I understand. It can be easy… to deflect. I purposely kind of keep my own thoughts to myself. People are very… nosy but they don’t care. Our friends are nice people– they are. But I understand wanting to keep a mental barrier. I struggle sometimes with vulnerability when it isn’t someone I’m close to.”

Y/N felt her face get warm as he revealed that he had come to his own conclusions about the person she was. He happened to be right– confident in the fact that he was otherwise he wouldn’t be saying it.

“Yeah… yeah, I guess I do. But I don’t really mind it?” She said with a shrug, “Don’t have to be best friends with everyone you hang out with. Just let myself down whenever I think they’re coming around.” She explained trying to mask a bit of the hurt in her tone.

She was very lonely, always hoping someone would come around to understand her or her point of view. Wished someone cared. She didn’t really have anyone around since she and her ex Charlie broke up because she wouldn’t stop doing onlyfans. She was dating him when she first met Harry, she remembered them having a chat at Mitch’s birthday party.

“Sarah’s cool though. I’m really happy I met her.” Y/N found the light at the end of the tunnel. Their mutual friend who brought them together. She met Sarah when she started college, they both worked at a jazz bar near campus just as her onlyfans career started blowing up.

Sarah and Mitch made Y/N feel comfortable. It’s why she felt like she could trust Harry in the first place, they always spoke so highly of him.

“I’m glad I met you too.”

Harry’s smile grew from the thoughtful pout he had on while listening to her. He didn’t like the idea of her being lonely. Her body language was showing she was relaxing in his presence which was good, but she didn’t like the topic.

She was happy that they’d met though. That caused his smile, knowing she wasn’t one to lie. Harry was happy he met her too. “I always gave you space because… you seemed a bit nervous around me.” He admitted quietly.

Harry had always intimidated her and her crush only was growing being alone with him, so she could argue she had good reason! His stare was intense and he gave her all his attention, wasn’t judgemental, and fuck… he was good on the eyes.

“I hope you don’t have to be anymore. Mitch and Sarah talk so highly of you so I knew you were a good one regardless.” He had always liked her but getting to talk now was even better. “You are lovely to be around. I like you like this. You don’t have to be loud or anything– not saying I don’t enjoy that either- but you are much more gentle than I anticipated.” Not as abrasive as she usually made herself out to be to keep people at arms length.

“M’glad we got partnered. Maybe you can see m’not so scary.”

“Me? Scary?” Y/N’s face lit up with a cheeky smile. It wouldn’t be a compliment to most but she found it amusing. That wasn’t the only reason she was glowing. Harry said he liked her like this, the way she was. She didn’t have to say anything or do anything special. He said she was gentle!

“You know, that’s not usually the words I hear when people talk about me so I’ll take it. Gentle and not scary.” She smiled at him again, before finishing the last bit of her food. Of course, she was much more relaxed around him now, hell, she would open up for him right here on the kitchen island if he asked her to.

He wasn’t even trying to charm her and she could tell from the softness in his eyes he sincerely meant every word. They felt like magnets, drawing her closer and closer to him. It was getting increasingly difficult to hide but if her suspicions were right, it seemed he didn’t want her to either.

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“Okay.” Harry sighed as she stripped down in her bedroom. It was definitely more comfortable than the studio. She had nice candles lit up before Harry got upstairs. He had to use the large restroom downstairs to freshen himself up.

“I could get lost in here.” He teased. “Big place for one person, hm?” He placed his camera bag down on her floor and took a look around. The large top floor was basically all her bedroom. 3 stories and the roof was slanted in the room to be a huge window. Loads of natural light.

“I can’t lie, the lighting is my inner photographer’s wet dream.” He snickered, looking around for the best spot.

She was almost naked, this time in just a pair of panties and her sheet held up to her chest. It was… far more appealing to him. Seeing her look like that. “I think that we can do some good shit in here.” He took a seat on the end of her bed.

“So… I have a feeling you don’t film in here. Right?” He could tell she was the type to want privacy and her own sanctuary. There was probably a filming room downstairs.

“Yeah, I don’t really do much except chill in here.” She explained, clearly, the environment was working. She was much less stiff and she couldn’t lie, seeing Harry in here made her feel a bit giddy.

“There are guest rooms on the second floor, but my office is downstairs. I like to keep it all separate, just helps clear my mind at the end of the day.” She explained and crawled up the bed, falling flat on her stomach.

“Gonna be a challenge not to fall asleep after all that food though.” Her voice was slightly muffled by the sheets. Y/N turned to look back at him and gave him a small smile, “do you wanna put the classical music back on or can we put on something more….” She started but then decided to just connect her phone to the speaker. Cigarettes After Sex.

With a small smile, she set her phone on her bedside table again and moved to lay back on the bed again.

“Do you want these off?” She asked, way less shy than last time as her hands moved to her panties.

Did he want them off? Fuck yes he did. He wanted to have not a single stitch on but he was being professional right now. Calm.

“If you’re comfortable, sure.” Harry cleared his throat. “I just… I don’t want you to feel objectified. Or sexualized.” Unless she wanted to feel that way, but that wasn’t the case right now.

There was a tension he could feel. The way she looked at him was… different. Her eyes a bit hazier and her feet kicking in the air, making him feel a bit confused about the direction but liking the confidence.

“Cigarettes After Sex is a great choice. You already look less tense but…” He paused, taking a photo of her looking at him. “What do you do to relax? Before shoots. I know it’s different now because it isn’t a character, but how do you unwind and feel at ease on camera when doing that?”

Y/N raised her brows at the question, but not because he was asking. It was the answer that was a little complicated, but he wasn’t a stranger and he knew how she was.

“I masturbate.” Y/N said with a chuckle, back to her usual blunt self, “I know that’s not exactly the direction we’re going in but...”

It could be.

Y/N knew she was walking a very fine line, smiling a little at how flustered her comment made him. As much as being blunt was part of her persona, it was still very much a part of her. She liked getting a reaction out of people.

But again, she didn’t want to overstep. She had never been very touchy with him or flirty with him so she was doing it subtly as if to test the waters. They didn’t have to fuck this very second, but if they did she wouldn’t be mad either. She wanted him to be the one to make that choice, a bit too afraid of reading the room wrong.

Harry was a bit stunned. He hadn’t expected…. that answer. His cheeks flushed slightly but he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t affect him. It did. More than he had wanted it to.

“Oh. I…” Harry recovered fairly quickly. “If it will help you…. You can. You’re safe here.” He wouldn’t be a creep. She was beautiful, and that was something he couldn’t and wouldn’t deny. She was art. “Female pleasure is beautiful in any way. People make it seem dirty sometimes but I understand why you do.” And he did.

“Makes you feel a bit tired and boneless. Less pent up. I get it. If you want to, I can leave the room and you can. Or… whatever you’d like.” He wanted to watch. He really did. The ball was in her court now, but he was hoping she would let him. As much as he had been trying to be respectful all this time, if she was the one to initiate… he wouldn’t say no. There was that spark that he hadn’t realized was fully a flickering flame starting because he hadn’t been truly alone with her before.

Y/N was going to drop the topic and try and relax in some other way but she could see the wheels turning in his head. He was interested, surely. He wouldn’t leave it so open-ended if he wasn’t, but she needed to be sure. A burst of confidence shot through her and before she could hesitate she seized the moment and asked:

“Would you like to watch, Harry?” She asked, her tone inviting but somewhat shy. She’d always been the center of men’s fantasies but they often portrayed her as a playful and powerful minx of a woman. She never felt comfortable enough to show the more sweet and docile parts of herself. But she did with Harry.

His paper had said that the part of himself that he hides from others was his controlling side and he so simply told her that she had all the control in this situation. It must mean something for him to do that. This was her offering it back to him in her own way, giving him control of her because she trusted him.

“I…” His mouth dried up as she asked him. She actually asked him if he wanted to watch. As if it was even a question.

“If you feel… as if you could be comfortable with it? I would enjoy watching, yes.” He said with a slightly hoarse throat. His body hot and a little flushed in the cheeks as he realized she may actually want that. All of the work he had done to not show his attraction to her was down the drain now, but it seemed to be consensual.

“I won’t take any photos of you during. Unless you’d like me to.” He clarified. Just because she did things for work didn’t mean she would be comfortable with him in possession of them and he was doing his best to be mindful of that. This wasn’t just sexual work. It was art.

Vulnerability.

He sat himself on the chair near her bed, hand up to his chin while he rubbed his bottom lip, watching her as she sat up and the sheet dropped from her top. Exposing her naked chest to him, letting him look at her.

God, she was fucking beautiful. She had to know it.

“You know you’re stunning, right?” He commented lowly. “Not just… in the whole sex appeal way. But genuinely beautiful. Like art.”

“You really think so?” Y/N felt like her body was on fire, a small smile appearing on her face. Knowing Harry was about to watch her made her slow down her movements, fingers carefully caressing her chest and sides. She wanted to give him a good show, a good enough show to where maybe he would want to join her.

She’d been patient, yes, but the signs were all truly signs then. Harry was interested in her. She didn’t think he was only here for this to happen… this was genuinely a surprise to him. Y/N liked that and it only made her want him more.

“I…” Y/N pinched her nipples, letting out a small gasp at the feeling. His eyes locked on hers, she tilted her head at him. “I-I’ve never had someone watch before… not in real life anyway.” She moved her hands to smooth over her stomach watching his eyes follow her every move.

“Have you… thought about this before?” She asked quietly, still a bit shy. The risk of being wrong too high. Sure he said he would like to watch and that she was beautiful, but what if this hadn’t been brewing as it had for her? She knew he would never make her feel embarrassed about it, but she’d like to think their pining was mutual.

“I only ask cause…” She finally reached the lace of her panties, “I’ve thought about you.”

Harry’s body felt like it was buzzing. Her hands slowly moving down her body and his eyes tracing every line. He was itching to grab his camera and take photos of each line of her body but thankfully the want to simply soak it in was far more enticing than that.

Her confession, though, made him swallow hard. She had thought about him? While… touching herself? She was looking right at him like a sweet girl, but her fingers were resting over waistband of the lace, tracing back and forth while awaiting an answer.

“Yes. I have.” His voice was deeper than it had been before. It wasn’t something he ever thought about confessing. “Whenever you’d… explain those hook ups… I’d imagine myself in their place instead.” His mouth felt a little dry, taking in the beauty that was in front of him. It did heavily stroke his ego that she had thought by about him, though.

“And what did you think about, angel?” His tone was soft but eyes hot. Inside of his pants? He was beginning to harden at a pace he hadn’t realized possible. This was definitely one of the hottest situations he had been in. It wasn’t even the dirtiest but who it was with outweighed all the other filth.

Y/N let out a little whimper at his admission, squeezing her thighs together involuntarily before removing her hands from under the lace. She was going to tease herself, take her time seeing as this seemed more important than the photos at the minute.

“I thought about…” She let out a shaky breath, “thought about your hands a lot, I really like your rings… thought about how’d they feel on my skin… how heavy your hand would feel on me.” This was all but the start of her fantasies. She had imagined Harry in all different types of positions, in all different kinds of moods, different places…

“You’re just so… nice.” She sighed but it sounded almost like a whine, “always making sure everyone is okay, the way you talk…” his voice. Oh his voice got her every time. Y/N knew she’d be able to get off in no time if he kept talking to her the way he did.

“Earlier at the studio… I know you weren’t meaning to, but you sounded so good directing me— I couldn’t focus.” She hissed as her fingers slid down her clothed slit, still teasing.

Harry’s fingers were biting into the chair. Watching her was killing him in the best of ways, his eyes locked on her but unable to choose where to keep his view. Her face, her breasts, her hands. It was all so fucking tempting.

“You like my hands, hm?” He peeled one from the chair arm and stroked his own thigh, loving that she actively was thinking about them now. He did have large hands and did get compliments on them often, but it felt even better coming from her.

Her touch over the lace had him nearly drooling. He knew that it would be fun to tease her over it. That she could feel the heat of his tongue if he were to lick over it but it wouldn’t be enough.

“You just want someone to be nice to you, darling?” He wondered if maybe she had been going about her hook ups all wrong. “But… y’told the girls how you had a bit of a thing for some name calling.” He wasn’t trying to embarrass her, but he could tell based off of what he knew that she liked to be scolded a tiny bit.

“I can be very nice to you. You are so beautiful, pet. Look so pretty touching yourself like that. Is it okay if I talk to you during?” He had to double check. It was pretty obvious that she did, but the verbal consent was key.

“Mhm!” Y/N mewled, nodding her head. “Yes, please!” She corrected herself, just in case he was a stricter than she anticipated. She wanted to be good for him, show him that she was the best he could have.

Y/N didn’t really want much in her life, she had everything. But she wanted him. Not only because he could take good care of her, but because she knew she could take the best care of someone like him.

“I-I wanna be your good little slut.” She told him, “anything you want.” Y/N didn’t anticipate getting this worked up so quickly but then again, she was just so excited he was reciprocating. He was giving her exactly what she wanted and she didn’t want him to change his mind.

Silly girl still wanted to be accepted deep down, she had no idea just how much she was doing to him.

“Such nice manners. I’m very impressed.” Harry was in awe. Falling into a fantasy he’s had for a while, being able to see her this way… it was getting to him.

Of course he hadn’t anticipated this. Seeing her with her legs spread and little fingers rubbing her lace covered cunt while looking at him for his approval. Calling herself his little slut. Fuck.

“You’re already doing such a good job. How do your fingers feel?” He murmured, spreading his legs as he leaned back, tracing over his belt. “You look gorgeous spread out like that. Now you’re relaxing for me, aren’t you?” He looked relaxed in his own right. Spread thighs and head tilted back slightly, his eyes dark and focused on her alone.

“Show me what feels the best to you. What makes you cum, angel?”

Nodding once again, Y/N lifted up her hips to pull panties off quickly. She wanted to give him a better view but also was tired of her own teasing. She wanted to feel more and he had given her permission to do so.

With her legs fully spread she brought her fingers right over her clit, rubbing slow but firm circles around it. With each circle she made, she became wetter and wetter, her slick starting to make sounds with every slight tug on her folds.

Y/N let out the lightest of moans, smiling at the feeling. It felt so good. So different. It was just the two of them and no one else existed in that moment. Just him watching her, him making her feel like the most desirable woman he’s met, he hadn’t even touched her but she was going wild with want.

“I-I just do this for a while, till I feel my stomach get tighter…” She told him in a breathy tone, practically whimpering at him. No one’s ever heard her speak like that, but she had a feeling Harry would love it. “I-fuck! Mmm…” She shuddered as a small wave of pleasure flooded her system.

“Sometimes I use a toy.”

Harry was the luckiest son of a bitch to be able to witness this shit. He had a feeling that she wasn’t usually so… open this way. She was fully nude but it was more in the way she was a bit shy. Not uncomfortable but as if she was new to this. It had to be him.

Her cunt was fucking perfect. He had to restrain himself from getting up and touching her right now because she was just so fucking tempting.

“You do?” He questioned, quietly pulling at the end of his belt. “Just lay there like that and touch yourself? You look so good doing it.” He praised. “Such a gorgeous cunt. It’s already so wet.” He was hoping it was caused because of him.

“What toys do you use? I want to know how you pleasure yourself. Have to be good to a pussy as pretty as that. Can understand why you have this house.” He smirked a little, watching her eyes widen. “But it’s never been like this for your little followers, yeah? You don’t get this wet for them? Only for me.”

“Yes, only for you!” She swallowed thickly, straining her neck just a because her fingers really weren’t doing enough. Y/N was beyond horny, her body warm and worked up. She wanted to ask Harry to touch her, she wanted his help, but she promised herself she would be good. If he was controlling himself, so should she.

Instead, Y/N reached over to her bedside table where she pulled out three of her favorite toys. They weren’t all designed to make masturbating look sexy, maybe the wand and the vibrating dildo? But her favorite had to be the one that was designed to suck on her clit.

“This one…” She felt a shiver just at the thought. “Feels so good.” Y/N told him, looking up at him with her lustful hazy eyes. “I like to… put it right here— ah!” She squeaked, feeling the vibrator come to life and began to suction against her most precious parts.

“Feels so good Harry.” She told him in what sounded like a painful sob, “but you’d feel so much better.”

Fuck.

Harry watched with anticipation as she grabbed toys out of her drawer. Jesus. He was feeling aroused already.

“It looks like it does, sweet thing.” He murmured, undoing his belt. She was spread out, showing Harry exactly what she was doing. The toy immediately began to do its work, making him smile. She needed to cum so badly, she had a toy stimulating her and she was still thinking about him.

“I know I’d feel a lot better. So much more wet. Wouldn’t be able to close your pretty thighs. How long have you been thinking about my mouth on you, baby?” The clink of his belt being pulled off was the only other sound in the room besides her pants and the buzzing from the toy, music drowning out into white noise.

He loved the noises she made. The slight sob when she said his name. Her shaky whimpers. He wanted more.

“Let me hear what you’ve been thinking about. D’you want me to touch myself too?” Seeking permission but also teasing because she looked like she would jump at the chance. “You’ve got me worked up. S’a bit tight in here.”

“Yes, please!” Y/N begged, desperate to see just how much she had effected him. He had been so calm and collected all day, she felt so naked in all senses of the word and the authority in his tone matched with his fully clothed body made her feel so small. It got her excited.

From her time online she figured out a lot of things about her sexuality. One being that she liked to experiment and have fun, but two is that she didn’t like showing her deepest desires online. These desires were saved for herself and for hookups… but even those didn’t get to see her the way Harry was seeing her now. Hearing her a whiny pleading mess.

“Been thinking—“ She squeaked again, “thinking about you since… the Halloween party where you came as a pirate. You got so drunk you were so— oh my god!” Her breath hitched, hips bucking up. “You just didn’t care as much, you were so touchy— you were so close to my neck, your lips looked so soft. I just know you’re such a good kisser…” She groaned, “you wouldn’t stop fucking me with your eyes!”

She was telling the truth. Harry had been fucking her with his eyes. He had been wanting to grab at her hips and bite on the curve of her neck and bend her over the sticky counter to spank her. But he hadn’t.

“I was, wasn’t I? You looked so cute. Little playboy bunny.” He popped the button of his pants lazily undoing the zipper. Anticipation was getting her off and he could see it.

“All the way since then? You’ve been fantasizing about my hands all over that pretty body… my mouth… all of it?” Peeling down the fabric of his pants and briefs at the same time, he lifted himself up to stand. Approaching the bed slowly, taking himself in his hand but keeping the other one out to silently tell her to stay there.

“And now m’doing it again. Fucking your with my eyes while you’re using a silly little toy to suck on your clit. You wish it was my mouth.” He smiled down at her as he got close, placing his hand under her chin.

“You look so perfect, angel.” His coo was tender as he looked down at her, lifting her chin. “Spit in my hand. Keep touching.” The man warned as he saw her squirm and look like she was about to get up. His restraint was good, but he was trying to keep it how he wanted it.

“I do!! I do, I do wish it was your mouth!” Y/N was out of breath, a panting, whining mess as she tried to keep her eyes open and looking into his. Her mouth felt dry, lips opening and parting in search for her voice. Feeling his grip strengthen on her jaw, she blinked up at him doing her best to gather the spit in the back of her throat.

It was filthy, the sound she made when she spat on his hand. There was a long strand of spit following her bottom lip, she didn’t even bother cleaning it up. Y/N felt like he would enjoy the visual. Blinking a few tears away from her eyes, she let out a moan feeling herself getting closer to an orgasm with the added pressure she applied.

“I’m so close, baby, can I? please, please, pleaseeee”

Harry looked down at her. How she was begging him, how she looked wrecked just from the toy and her slightly trembles. A line of spit connecting her lip and his hand, it was a filthy, beautiful fucking sight that had him gripping his cock with his now wet hand and stroking himself, covering the length with the mess and taking in the sight in front of him.

“Go. Cum for me, sweet girl.” He wanted her to let go first. Make her loose and soft and pliant for him to be the most at ease she could. His hand stroked himself in slow drags, watching as he looked above her as she arched up and shook. Her grip on the toy loosened as she began to tremble but he took a risk, placing his hand on hers and pressing it to her cunt even harder.

The suction of the toy on her clit had sparks going from her bones, Harry watching as the orgasm began to take over her. “That’s my girl. Come on… let go. Makin’ me so fucking hard, look so fucking beautiful. Go.”

He didn’t mind his fingertips getting wet, didn’t mind how she was chasing the feeling. Eyes focused on hers and how they began to roll back. “For me.”

The feeling was indescribable.

With one last throaty groan and gasp of air, Y/N felt one of the strongest orgasms she’d had take over her body and soul. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done this a thousand times before on her own, but Harry being there made all the difference.

“Harry…” She breathed out pathetically, allowing her hand to reach up and rest just above his hip. The small sliver of skin she felt warm to the touch, toned yet perfectly soft. He was everything she ever dreamed he’d be and more.

Even in her post orgasmic state she was too focused on how angry his cock looked, how she desperately wanted him to feel just as she just had. She could think about her actions later. Abandoning her toy she shifted so she was sitting up, guiding Harry to fully relax beside her.

“Please let me… let me touch you.” She whispered, aching to mount him and smother him in her affections like she had been waiting for this whole time. She felt wild with desire, wanting nothing more than to satisfy the man who’d shown her nothing but respect.

Harry initiated contact first, using his free hand to card through her hair and push it back as it had gotten a bit messy in her activities. Being gentle and tender with her as she had just fucking came for him, he was soft with her and searched her face for her true emotion.

She wanted to touch him.

“I suppose you can. You were a very good girl.” He sighed, moving his thumb and brushing over her bottom lip. There was no resistance when he pushed it into her mouth, immediately taking it in and beginning to suck on it.

It was fucking sexy. Pushing the digit inside and pulling it almost all the way out, just to press it further back and press down on her tongue, he watched her cheeks hollow as she tried to show him just how good her mouth could be.

“You are a slut, aren’t you?” His tone was gentle. “Greedy. But I like you like this. You’re being so good and not jumping on me like I know you want to. Sucking on my finger like it’s my cock… is that what you want?” He paused, pulling his finger out of her mouth and smearing her own spit over the bottom lip, dragging it down before it snapped back into place.

“Do you want to feel my cock down your throat, sweet girl? Do you think you can handle it? Much bigger than your toys.”’

“I can do it!” She exclaimed, voice hoarse from the strain she had put on her throat. “I can— I can make you feel so good.” Y/N reached farther up his shirt, nails digging into his back just enough to get the reaction she was looking for.

“Let me see you,” She whispered in his ear, hot breath fanning over the skin of his neck. Y/N dared to pressed her lips just below his ear, keeping it gentle though she wanted more. He had treated her with such care today and she’d be damned if she didn’t do the same for him.

With a soft hum, Harry paused his movements and tugged off his shirt in one swift motion. He couldn’t help but smile at the look of udder adoration she had plastered on her face. But despite his cock aching for release, he still felt he needed to ask.

“You’ve been holding back for so long… why?” Harry asked, hissing when he felt his own hand on his cock be replaced by her own. Slowly as to not alarm her, he gently leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek.

“D-didn’t think you saw me in that way…” It was true. She figured if he was interested he’d make it known just like all the others had. Thought maybe Mitch would tell her but he didn’t budge, neither did Sarah. So she stuck to her pining only to be left confused that night at the Halloween party. “And I don’t take rejection well.”’

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” He genuinely was. “I didn’t want you to feel… objectified. Didn’t want you to think I was like the rest of them. Just wanting your body.” He cupped the side of her neck, letting his nose drag over her cheek.

Harry had struggled internally with going for her or not. She had always said she enjoyed the single life… “Always said you were enjoying being single… I didn’t want t’make you feel awkward. M’not the type of man who shares someone. But I see you aren’t either.” He never assumed she was someone who was easy. She just enjoyed sex. But Harry liked commitment. He liked definition in relationships.

“Do you like me, sweetheart?” He was trying his best to keep himself smooth and soft. It’s how he liked to do things. A softer form of being a dominant man. “Like me more than just wanting my cock? Hm? I need to know before we do anything else.” It was a gentle warning.

“If we do it… I don’t share. You can make all the videos you want. But no one outside of that can touch you. A job is a job. But this… intimacy, vulnerability… I want to own it.”

Own her.

Her eyes searched his for any hint of dishonesty, but she never found any. She’d never had. Y/N couldn’t believe he was actually suggesting she be his entirely, she would be convinced it was all a dream if she couldn’t feel the weight of his cock in the palm of her hand.

“I like you so much, Harry— I always have,” Y/N spoke as she continued to thumb just behind the head of his cock. “You were never like everyone else, it made me nervous. Didn’t know how to act around you, was scared you’d find out how I really was and wouldn’t like it anymore.” With a little more confidence and a little added pressure to his cock she continued.

“I was always yours to take.” Y/N couldn’t deny it. If this is how being with Harry felt every time, she’d never need anyone else ever again. “You already own me, don’t you see…”

Harry liked the sound of that.

He lowered his lips to hers, unable to stop it. Pressing into her mouth with a pleased hum, claiming that mouth as his own. Her confession for to him. Stroking his ego and his damn cock at the same time, calling herself his already.

It had been going at a slow boil. Stolen glances and time together at parties where he kept his respectful distance– except the one time he had gotten drunk and was unable to control his want for her, giving into the need to be close. Now he had permission.

She tasted like cherry, tart and sweet and his favorite fruit. Holding the side of her neck and placing his hand over hers, guiding her to stroke him a bit harder. Showing her it wouldn’t hurt.

“I like you too, baby.” He murmured against her mouth. “Give yourself to me… and I’ll give myself to you. Prettiest work of art I’ve ever seen. And you’ll let me own it.” His hand moved to cover her whole throat, a steady grip but not squeezing. Just a sign of his ownership.

“My best girl. Giving yourself to me… that’s exactly what I wanted. Keep stroking… but I want your mouth. Show me how good my girl is.” He gave a gentle squeeze to her throat, biting her lower lip just slightly before letting go.

Now that she was his she felt like nothing could stop her. It wasn’t that she needed him to thrive, but rather, she finally had someone to care for her in a way that she couldn’t care for herself.

Chasing his lips for once final sloppy kiss, Y/N pushed his chest until he softly landed among the pillows of her bed. She wasted no time with teasing or kisses, they her both had enough of that. Instead, she held eye contact as she gathered the spit from her mouth to cover him all over again.

“Next time you’ll be doing the spitting yeah? In my mouth preferably.” She told him as a matter of factly, not giving him a chance for rebuttal as she wrapped her lips around his red tip.

“Such a perfect cock.” She hummed as she pulled off, sponging kisses up and down his length before running over the same spots with her tongue. “So fucking sexy, do you even know? How all the girls on campus talk about you?” Y/N cooed, returning his cock to her warm and wet mouth.

Holy fuck.

Harry dipped his head back as he felt her mouth cover the tip, his hand grabbing the fistful of hair and keeping it out of her face as she sunk her mouth down slightly.

He hadn’t expected her to switch so quickly but god, it was fucking hot. Given the go ahead, she was going to show him exactly how good and dirty she could be. Spitting in her mouth? He would be more than happy to do that. He would be making a mess of her at some point, but right now he felt light headed with her lips worshipping his cock.

“Fuck…” he swallowed, eyes closing as he took in the perfect heat and her tongue running over the ridge as she sucked. “No, I don’t know how they talk about me, baby.” It was true. He wasn’t too well versed in the gossip, in his own little world. “Why don’t you tell me what they say. Spit on it, get it wet. Tell me what the girls say about me.”

“Have everyone wrapped around your fingers and you don’t even know it? Hmm.” This time around she wasn’t so slow with it, spitting on his cock in a manner that would make even the devil blush. Y/N smirked, using her tongue to spread it around, lips kissing and sucking the sides of his shaft every now and then.

“Pouty lips, dreamy eyes, dimples, but fuck do they love your thighs.” Y/N hummed and leaned down to capture part of his inner thigh between her teeth for a second before kissing and licking over the area. “I can’t blame them, though, can I baby? Always look so good in your pants hmm, fit you so well… think about riding them all the time.” She took his cock into her mouth again, moaning against him at the thought.

“And your arms…” She spoke breathlessly, spitting on his dick once again. “These girls would give anything for you to smile their way, but none of them catch your eye though do they, hmm? It’s just me.” The smile she had on was evil, lowering her head down on to him once again. This time determined to make him finish.

She was naughty.

Harry got his first glimpse. Naughty and possessive. At least they matched. It was beyond hot, hearing her talk about him like that and then preen over the fact it was only her who got his eye.

“Fuck me… mmm, it is just you, angel. Christ. Such a good fucking mouth.” She didn’t hold back at all. The girl was making a mess, not worried about anything other than making him cum. Her sweet voice was laced with arousal, hand sticky with a mix of them both, and Harry was in heaven.

“Always been told m’a bit of a narcissist, but hearing that makes me very happy.” He stroked her hair, watching every centimeter she took into her mouth as her lips stretched around him.

“Made you jealous, baby? Hearing them say all these things… but now you’ve got my cock down your throat in your bed. Got me callin’ you my best fucking girl. God, you take it so well.” His eyes blurred as he felt her choke a bit on it, tugging her hair to pull her up.

“Careful, fuck. Feels so good but I don’t want you hurting yourself.” He watched her face panic as he pulled her away from his cock, making him smile. He felt crazy, but in a good way.

“Who are you going to brag to now that m’yours, hm? Tell me.” He wanted to hear more. Stroking himself with his hand wrapped around hers again but keeping him from her mouth. “Want to watch their faces fall when they find out m’yours? You’re a vengeful little thing. Sexy girl.”

“Mmm won’t have much time for bragging, I doubt I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you.” Y/N wasn’t at all shy, especially not about PDA. It wouldn’t be long till the two of them saw each other on campus and with their relationship now secure and confirmed, she had no problems with showing off what was hers.

“You make me so fucking horny for no reason at all, I feel like a teenage boy sometimes the way I want to jump your bones.” She groaned, feeling the warmth return to her cheeks. “I wanna make you cum.” The girl looked like a pleading puppy, “I wanna make you feel so good, Harry, tell me how I can make you feel good? Anything you want…”

Harry let out a dark chuckle, lips finding hers again in a few sloppy pecks. He couldn’t believe this was the same girl from earlier or even the one he knew around his friends. He was pleased with how obedient she was but knew this all stemmed from a place a hurt, a desire to be nurtured and for a sense of belonging.

“You already are making me feel good, my angel girl.” He soothed. The poor thing wanted to please him, and she was more than she could ever anticipate. “Just take me the way you want now. Been so well behaved for me, my girl. I want to cum down your throat and taste it on you, yeah? Then we can take our pretty pictures.”

There wasn’t much room for debate because as soon as he loosened the grip, she surged back for his cock, taking it between her lips and taking as much as she could, losing herself in the actions. No shame at all.

Harry fucking loved it.

“Yes, that’s it. Doin’ so fucking perfect.” He groaned lowly into the air, head tilted back with the pleasure of the suction. “Talented little mouth, and it’s all mine. Suck it– mmm, you know how I like it already.” There would be little teaching with her sexually because she was able to do exactly what he wanted already– and that was a gift.

“Close. So close– give me your eyes.” The request was intimate. He wanted to see her eyes. “Tip, focus on that… fuck, use your hand. That’s my fucking girl… Shit.” the praises fell from his mouth easily, rewarding her for her efforts.

It wasn’t long before he was twitching in her mouth, the pulsing showing her that her speed and motions of her tongue right over the ridge was doing its job perfectly. “Gonna cum.”

Y/N was pleased with herself as she felt hot strings of cum fill her throat and mouth. Tearing up a bit, she didn’t stop her actions. Instead, she continued sucking him till he was just as much of a whiny sensitive mess as she had been.

“Baby, baby, please…” He pleaded, pulling her off of him by the back of her head and guiding her lips to his for a passionate kiss. Harry was breathless, but he couldn’t stop kissing her. It was arguably to hottest sex he had ever had. Never had anyone who was so willing and eager to please him, it made both his ego and his confidence grow.

“So… perfect.” Harry cooed, pressing sweet kisses all along her cheeks, jaw, and neck. “Nice and relaxed for me to take some pictures now, yeah?”

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juicywritinghoard · 3 years

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trope with a twist writing prompts

car wash fundraiser argument leads to soapy sponge fight

enemies to lovers...but they were childhood friends

theme park employees...one wears a stupid mascot suit and the other is crushing hard

one made the other a special meal but it was absolutely awful and they may end up going to urgent care

person who usually has their hair up takes it down and the person watching walks into a wall

person scared of thunder is hiding in the bathtub during the storm. other person tries to comfort them and accidentally turns the water on

slow dancing in the kitchen turns to giggles when a cheesy ad comes on over the music

every single kiss so far has been a disaster but it's really funny

"what could go wrong" + something immediately goes wrong but it keeps happening

academic rivals to lovers but they're still rivals also

cheesy romantic hotel suite but they can't take it seriously enough to get spicy. for real, a heart shaped jacuzzi??

one meets the other's parents and it goes so poorly they ask the parents point blank for a do-over

date at the arcade becomes almost dangerously competitive

super-powered rivals but they're both villains

they got the same gift for each other...again

finding out the other has plans to propose and vibrating waiting for it to happen but they get faked out so many times they just propose instead

mermaid that definitely eats people. human is into it

royal and commoner fall in love and take down the monarchy

adopting a cat together and crying about it

very special package goes to the wrong address please explain everything they cannot rest until they understand

movie night in shambles after cuddling incident

partner that works in the circus is so flexible and won't stop doing acrobatics in normal situations

honeymoon antics lead to near-arrest but what could be more romantic than running away from the cops together

got lost and has to hold the other's hand now

coffee shop au but the barista hates their guts

teacher and another teacher who teach wildly different things

college au but both are full ass adults going back to school to get out of their shitty dead end careers

werewolf au. both of them are werewolves

fake proposing for free stuff leads to fake marriage for free gifts leads to friends with benefits situation that's going off the rails with denial

roommates but they're both secretly assassins trying to appear normal

loopy confession after waking up from anesthesia is a lot harder to pass off as a joke the third time

haha that sexy costume is so funny, well this person is about to be hilarious

this group project is either going to end in homicide or polyamory

alien and another alien and both think the other is human and also that they're doing a great job of pretending to be human

bed sharing at this airbnb gets more complicated when the cat gets involved

actual full biblical be not afraid angel and incredibly normal human holding hands

making a deal with the devil is the best thing that could have ever happened to them, actually

playing dnd together and the falling in love part is taking a backseat to a sudden gender/sexuality crisis

oh no this organization they've infiltrated is starting to feel like home but that paycheck tho…

getting stuck on the ferris wheel was cute for a few minutes but it's been like an hour and they don't want to play I spy anymore

you know what, maybe they ARE tired of being nice. maybe they DO wanna go apeshit.

they're secretly in the mafia and instead of freaking out their partner is a little too okay with it

it's starting to look like this road trip is a cover for something, actually

deep existential crisis put on hold for ice cream date

the human bones can be forgiven but if they load the dishwasher wrong one more time,

don't have a one night stand with your coworker on the spaceship

the wizard who lives in that tower might be an asshole but how else are you going to uncurse your dumb ass

please don't call an ambulance, they can't afford it, but can they give you a Starbucks gift card for a ride to the ER? there are at least 7 dollars on it still

they just found out they're magical and shit keeps going so wrong

famous musician really chill actually, happy to pay the rent of the person that saved their life and be friends maybe? please??

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anisette-blackwirth · 2 years

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SAGAU: Meeting Heizou

summary: Heizou's thoughts on you as he feels your presence for the first time during his hangout quests.

spoiler warning: all Heizou hangout quest routes

content warning: Chosen Traveler is Aether. She/Her pronouns for reader because I am too lazy to pretend this isn't a blatant self-insert. This is set very late in the AU; reader and the characters have collectively managed to "break the shit out of the system", allowing more communication and leniency.

notes: "Oh, he's just a detective character. I'm sure he's fine I'm just not particularly intereste-" Hey past me, shut up, he's perfect?? Congrats to his birthday mail for convincing me to stop and do this hangout in the middle of Golden Apple Archipelago exploration.

This is probably terribly OOC since I'm not certain of his character yet. I'm also not happy with the lazy transitions here, but a re-write of the entire hangout quest would be too massive for one single post. That'd be a whole chaptered fic.... So I had to skip a lot of dialogue. Just, uh, shove it back in there in your head, please.

[Fic under the cut!]

Heizou's constellation had lit up during the recent star-showers, but he hadn't yet felt anything from you. It was disappointing to know that you’d been purely interested in Kazuha’s golden star and not his three purple ones, but not the end of the world. After all, he’d steered clear of the Traveler’s path during the entire Vision Hunt Decree and its aftermath. He’d wanted to avoid his superiors asking him to actually capture the guy, and that meant he hadn’t properly caught your attention when you were in Inazuma.

Not that he was the only one being ignored, mind you! While wandering Watatsumi on his impromptu vacation he overheard soldiers chatting excitedly about their General's new constellation illuminating the night sky. Gorou’s life hadn’t visibly changed since the event. The difference, of course, was that General Gorou and the Traveler were known to be fast friends, and Gorou could presumably just ask to talk to you whenever he wanted. Heizou had his work cut out for him if he wanted to catch your attention starting from scratch.

So after sending a flirtatious letter in the Traveler’s direction inviting him to come by and chat sometime, Heizou takes off to the outskirts of Watatsumi to try and think of his next move. With luck, he’ll also figure out that weird dream of his by the end of his birthday!

He isn't expecting you to show up with the Traveler just as he's starting to really irritate his captors into hopefully giving him the information he wants, but man alive he is not complaining!

“Well well, look who it is! I was wondering who could be valiant enough to wipe the floor with these guys so easily. Turns out it was the distinguished Traveler… and [y/n]. Really, I can’t thank the both of you enough!”

“Have we met?” says Aether with an amused smile.

“Of course, I was aware of you long before you arrived in Inazuma…” Heizou can feel Aether’s amusement growing as he explains - or wait, no, that’s your amusement too. It’s bleeding through into Aether and Paimon’s grins as he introduces himself. He’s used to reading hidden meaning in people’s words, but this background presence will take some getting used to. He has three people enveloping him in amused looks at once! It’s making him a little loopy.

“The Traveler from afar heroically rescues the weak and defenseless detective from the clutches of the ruthless Nobushi! Traveler, you’re so dreamy~" It’s a joke Heizou intends to immediately follow with a question about the Traveler’s commission, but he has to pause as he feels you laugh joyously from... wherever you are.

“Oh, she likes you,” Aether says under his breath with a chuckle. His floating companion rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling too, with her little arms still wrapped around the commission scroll. Oh? Well, if flirtation is what you want, and these two don’t seem to mind, he can certainly oblige…

The conversation continues along lines Heizou had roughly predicted until he gets the opportunity to question Paimon directly.

“A Vision is an external magical focus, right? Well, similarly, a Voice is an external voice box. I’ve heard that the Traveler is often the Voice for [y/n]. Then, given how chatty you are, you must be his Voice, right?”

Paimon’s protests are vehement, leading to another wave of amusement, but Aether looks thoughtful. “Huh. Yeah, I guess I am her Voice,” he says while looking up at the clouds. He remains thoughtful while Heizou explains the dream that led him here. …Interesting. Had no one else mentioned Voices to the Traveler before?

Now, Heizou thinks, would be the perfect time to deliver on that flirtation again. “The dream contained only one message, an echo resounding from the depths of the earth that kept ringing in my ears, saying…” He walks right up to the Traveler as he speaks, gauging the man’s comfort levels. No point making your host uncomfortable, after all. Aether seems bemused but relaxed as he approaches, so Heizou continues with his gambit.

Heizou can feel both you and Aether freeze as he leans in to press his lips close to the blonde’s ear. “Something vital is missing on this island…”

What Heizou feels from you, he can only describe as ‘flustered exclamation points’. He pulls back and continues his musings as Aether turns away, seemingly caught between laughter at your state and a blush of his own. Paimon rolls her eyes and ignores both you and Aether to suggest that the thing “missing” is the island’s food. Which… actually doesn’t feel wrong. It might be more insightful than he expected. Huh. Maybe not food exactly, but he’ll think about that one.

“So, since we’re already here, why don’t we just solve this puzzle together? Once everything is settled, I’ll gladly accompany you back to the Police Station, or anywhere else you’d like to go. What do you think?”

“I’m curious about your dream, too. We’ll assist,” Aether says. Heizou gives a mental cheer for catching your attention and prepares to hold it as long as he possibly can.

The investigation is not without its hitches. Heizou can feel your mood welcoming the General when he appears, so it’s with trepidation that he leads Aether, Paimon, and you out of earshot to suggest that the man is hiding something. Aether and Gorou are friends, and Gorou is another one of your (potential) vessels, so you might take the accusation poorly …but you don’t seem to be offended. In fact, both you and Aether agree to continue the investigation readily.

You trust Gorou’s character, but you don’t blindly trust everything he says. You want to get to the bottom of this mystery as much as he does. Man alive, you’re getting better by the minute, here!

In fact, investigating with you is so much fun that it flies by in almost no time at all. As the case reaches its conclusion, it’s with a heavy heart that Heizou realizes he’ll have to stay on Watatsumi. At least for another few months. He’d like to avoid bringing attention to their… creative problem-solving while they wait for bureaucracy to catch up to their needs. And that means he won't be accompanying you on any journeys like he had hoped. Feeling the impending deadline, he grabs Aether’s wrist and leads him (and you) to the seashell cliff overlooking the main vortex waterfalls so he can wax poetic about the island's vitality and beauty.

“Anyway, thanks again, Traveler, [y/n]. You know, even though we’ve just met, I wish you could be my partners all the time. Haha, call me greedy, I guess.” Heizou takes a deep breath of the sea air, then lets go of Aether’s wrist and stretches, preparing to say a formal goodbye.

“So, ready for the next one?” Aether asks, interrupting his pre-planned speech.

Heizou blinks. “What do you mean, ‘next o-’”

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“...Once everything is settled, I’ll gladly accompany you back to the Police Station, or anywhere else you’d like to go. What do you think?”

"I'm curious about your dream, but I think we should head back," Aether says. He's grinning a knowing grin. Heizou… pauses.

He knows exactly what would have happened if you and Aether agreed to investigate his dream. He can remember every detail of that arc: from the discovery of the second confiscated shipment to the confrontation with Todoroki at the shrine. But that's not what's happening. What's happening is Aether is leading him to a waypoint so you can teleport the three of them back to Inazuma City and report to the Police Station.

So. This is part of your power, then?

Well he’s certainly not about to protest more time with you. Especially when it turns out that this time, you'll be handling a complaint from his old partner regarding the Ryuuji case. It’s very convenient that this is resurfacing now with the Traveler here, but that's a perk of having your life planned by someone else, he supposes as he gathers the relevant documents from the file room.

“Just so you know, she’s wondering if you tampered with the records.” Aether whispers when Heizou returns, so the other doushin can’t hear.

Heizou knows it’s a reasonable suspicion and tries not to be offended. There had been ample time for him to remove any files he wanted while you and Aether were talking to the guards outside. Even Sango’s suspicion is warranted… but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting. “Is she now? What about you, Traveler? Do you trust me?”

Aether gives him a confused look. “Sure I do. She trusts you too, she just thinks you might be testing us to see if we can spot something missing.”

Oh.

There it is again, Heizou thinks as Aether wanders over to the records and starts poking around. The ability to trust someone without believing them. Maybe it’s more common in your world?

Heizou thinks it’s you directing Aether right now, so he watches as you read everything through with care. You look at the convictions twice and pause on the autopsy report for a long time. When Aether comes up to present your findings, you breeze through Heizou’s first question on motive. Wonderful! You’d picked up on the blackmail.

But when he asks about means, you stay silent. Aether stands and waits patiently as confusion swirls around him, but Heizou tilts his head in curiosity.

“Something’s bothering her, and she can’t figure out how to ask about it with these options,” Aether explains.

“So she has limitations too?” Heizou asks.

“She says the options are sometimes… lacking. I can’t tell what the problem is right now, but - oh. Alright, she’s giving up.” Aether clears his throat. “The Autopsy Report, Shiroyama’s Testament, and the Toxicology report?”

“Bingo!” Heizou explains the obvious conclusion that can be reached through those three documents and pretends to wrap things up. Your frustration murmurs in the background until it’s suddenly replaced with a sense of triumph.

“Wait, I still have some questions,” Aether says, then asks in rapid-fire about the similar convictions and the missing pages. Heizou can’t help his smile as you correctly pick at the clues, though he tries to dismiss them as convincingly as possible.

“She also says she didn’t quite figure this one out in time, but it’s part of what was bothering her: what about the poison? The Toxicology report mentioned it’s not sold in Inazuma, but Shiroyama said he bought it at the ITA.”

“Maybe the report was wrong. It’s natural for there to be a couple missing records here or there,” Heizou brushes that one off too and feels you very clearly rolling your eyes at him. Haha, wow! He’s glad you don’t believe he’s that ignorant, but a bit offended that his best innocent act didn’t work!

When you call him out, he leads the three of you away from the Police Station and reveals the truth. The satisfaction he feels coming from you is a perfect mirror to his own whenever he finally pieces together the clues to a case, but it’s underlain by a sense of unease.

Huh. He’s getting better at sensing you.

“Did I do the right thing? I couldn’t turn to anyone for help, and everyone around me thinks I’m so smart that I should just be able to handle every case on my own. But you’re different. Unlike them, you don’t have that kind of prejudice towards me. So, I’d like you to be the one to decide whether we should expose the truth or not.”

You and Aether ultimately decide to reveal the truth. And Heizou is fine with whatever you decide, truly! But he’s also curious about your reasoning, so he asks. “What was the deciding factor in revealing the truth?”

Aether tilts his head, listening to you. “Partly… we didn’t want you to have to live a lie. Even if it’s safer, being hated for something you didn’t do can’t be easy for you.”

“Mmm.” Heizou’s face feels warm. “That was very thoughtful of you, thank you. And what’s the other part?”

Aether listens a while longer, then pulls out a device that looks like a stone tablet with…. words appearing on it?

“Sorry, this one is too complicated for me to hear…” he excuses as he reads the words going by. After a minute, his eyes go wide. “She wants to know how common sunsettia juice and fish-liver paste are in medicine.”

…Oh!

“‘If they’re common cold meds and health supplements then someone could take them together by accident, right? Do they need a warning label?’” Aether quotes off his device, then turns to meet Heizou’s eyes. “I agree. If this is a new discovery then doctors need to know about the interaction immediately.”

Well, well. Looks like he’ll be making a visit to Kujou Sara first thing in the morning.

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As you get into what Aether says is "probably the last arc of his hangout", Heizou can feel your presence settling firmly around him. You had started the day hovering near Aether, enveloping him like a second aura. Now Heizou swears he’s starting to feel your arms draped around his shoulders and your chin resting on his head from behind. It's a warm and soothing feeling, constantly tinged with affection or amusement.

Even his brusque conversations with Etsu and Iba don't put you off. He knows his distaste for the situation is bleeding through, but you don’t seem to think less of him for it. In fact, he swears he can hear you laughing directly in his ear as he cuts Etsu’s community service reward short for trying to haggle with him.

He restrains a shiver. Is this revenge for whispering to Aether earlier? Goodness, he hopes it is.

He makes it through narrating the play twice (once for each ending, Aether says) despite having to cover for Itto’s ad-libs and the increasingly frequent phantom sensation of you embracing him almost possessively from behind. If he weren’t fantastic at his job, he’d have lost his composure already. It’s driving him to his wits’ end embarrassingly fast.

His sigh as you pull back at the end of the second play is mingled relief and disappointment. You fade almost completely away and it gives him a chance to breathe, but he’s not going to pretend that being submerged in your attention was unpleasant. He only hopes that wasn’t the last he’d see of you. Aether bids farewell to Itto and then - mirroring this morning in Watatsumi - grabs Heizou’s wrist and leads him to a quieter area.

“You alright?” Aether asks.

Heizou nods, though he still feels giddy from your emotions. “Fine. Is that normal? Is she always that intense?”

“No, no,” Aether laughs. “She really likes you. I think you surprised her.”

"I'll count that among today’s wins, then,” Heizou says as he looks up at his own constellation above, two stars shining brighter than the rest.

Aether tilts his head, listening to something beyond the noises of the city around them. “Ah, sounds like she wants to meet you in person. She probably wants to ask if she can add you to the team.” Heizou gapes at the Traveler. Paimon pops back into existence and asks with obvious sarcasm: ”So is now a good time?”

One thought sticks out in Heizou’s mind as he rushes to compose himself before you arrive in Teyvat: He won’t let you keep catching him off guard like this forever. It’s time to turn the tables.

#sagau #genshin sagau #sagau heizou #shikanoin heizou #heizou #I can't believe I have to farm MORE VV pieces #please I spent so long in there for Kazuha already #I'm becoming an anemo gamer I can feel it #PUT WARNING LABELS ON YOUR MEDS INAZUMA #this may be edited later as I figure out Heizou's voice for real

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carni-val · 3 years

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I have another in-depth request. Jax gets hurt (not badly) and has a funny reaction to the drugs and can't remember anything. One of the guys is with him when and when his old lady walks in he gets all weird and tells the guy with him that she's the most beautiful thing he's even seen. Jax then gets all happy and talkative when he finds out she's his wife. Also I've reread Dream Come True so many times, reading it along the song is amazing, you included so much I missed. 🦚

Love at First Sight Again [Jax Teller]

pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader

summary: After Jax has a minor surgery, the drugs cause some temporary memory loss. When he sees you, he falls in love with you like it's the first time, again.

warnings: Slightly OOC Jax, some mentions of sexual situations but nothing too crazy, mentions of death

author's notes: Just wanna give a fair warning that Jax may be a little OOC but I loved writing Jax as fluffy as this. I also drew a lot of inspiration from this video which is adorable. Enjoy loopy, fluffy Jax. Thank you for requesting and for your kind comments!

Some more loopy!Jax

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Was he in heaven? Jax’s head was swimming and he couldn’t tell if he was awake or asleep at this point. Lulling his head back and forth, all he could see was white and he came to the conclusion that if he was in heaven, then that meant he was dead. Oh shit. That’s not good. Jax had no recollection of how he ended up in heaven but it couldn’t be too bad. His eyes were heavy, so he was probably really tired from all the life he lived. A break would be nice. He didn’t think he’d make it to heaven, though, but if he’d just be floating in this white expanse for the rest of his life — well, not life, but…existence? — then that was a pretty sweet deal.

Jax’s ears perked up at the sound of someone calling his name out in the distance. It was slightly muffled and he couldn’t quite make out who it was. It was a man’s voice, that’s all he could tell. Maybe it was his father. That hypothesis was disproven when Chibs’s head poked up in his line of view.

“Jackie boy,” the Scotsman spoke.

Right. Chibs. Jax didn’t remember much of anything when he woke up the first time. The drugs he was given were effecting his memory but it would only be temporary until they wore off. Chibs had to reintroduce himself and explain everything to him, including his accident. He had wiped out on the road on his bike. He was okay for the most part, he had some internal bleeding that was fixed through surgery. Chibs told him everything before he left the room and Jax had fallen asleep again and woken up confused again.

Jax opened his mouth to speak but it was alarmingly dry. He smacked his lips a bit, trying to bring some moisture back in his mouth but he was just left with a bad taste in it. The fatigue was beginning to wear off but the dryness in his mouth was blocking his ability to speak.

Suddenly, from his left, another face poked into his line of view and Jax’s eyes locked onto yours firmly, forgetting all about the dryness in his mouth. Your gaze was wide and flustered and your eyes were glassy as you examined Jax. You were gorgeous and he considered that maybe he was in heaven because people as beautiful as you didn’t exist on earth. Your brows were creased and your lips downturned in worry as you looked him over. He didn’t recognize your face but he wanted to get familiar with it. Jax watched as your hand reached out before he felt the warmth of it cup his face. The feeling sent Jax’s head spinning out of bliss and he leaned his head into your hold as he felt his heart speeding up. Thankfully he wasn’t able to speak yet because he didn’t know where to begin.

“I think he needs some water,” you spoke to Chibs and it sounded like a symphony. You looked to the Scotsman, “I’ll go find a nurse and have her bring some.”

Chibs nodded and you looked down at Jax once again. He met your eye again as you gave him a small smile that did little to hide your worry and then you were off to find a nurse. Jax watched you every step of the way, entranced by the way you moved so gracefully and he took in the tempting curves of your body.

As soon as you exited the room, Jax reached out and grabbed Chibs by the lapel of his kutte and pulled him down to his level. “Who is she?” Jax forced his voice to rasp out.

Chibs couldn’t help but chuckle, “She’s your wife, Jackie.”

Jax’s eyes went wide as he looked up to Chibs, trying to see if he was messing with him. “Fuck off.” He was astonished and wasn’t sure what to believe. “She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” his words drawled out as he spoke, a side effect of the medication. He clearly lost his filter upon waking up too.

Chibs reached over and pulled up Jax’s left hand to show him the wedding ring on his finger, “She’s got a similar one on her left hand.”

Before the two could speak anymore, you returned with a plastic cup of water in your hand. “It’s got some ice chips in it and the nurse said she’d bring over some more soon,” you explained as you set it on the nightstand next to the bed. You looked to Jax who was already staring at you, “Are you okay if we sit you up, baby?” you asked.

Baby. A smirk was pulling up the corner of Jax’s lip at the sound of that. His view of you was so different than it was a few seconds ago and you almost seemed more beautiful now that he knew you were his. “I’m so lucky,” Jax breathed out.

“Huh?” your brows furrowed.

Before he forgot, Jax looked down at your left hand that was resting on the bed next to his and found a ring around your finger and it made Jax’s smirk form into a full-blown smile. “We have the same one,” he pointed out, nodding to the rings.

You looked down at your wedding ring and chuckled, the first time Jax got to fully see your smile. “Well they should be the same, we’re married,” you confirmed, making his heart soar.

He felt so much more powerful now than he did on these drugs that were supposed to help him. “Holy shit,” he looked to Chibs, “You weren’t lying.”

Your confusion morphed into amusement as Chibs chuckled. Finally, you and Chibs helped sit Jax up once the bed was adjusted for him to do so. You handed Jax the cup of water and he took it eagerly and chugged it down, satiating his thirst only halfway. He crunched on the ice chips as his eyes returned to yours.

“Better?” you asked as you placed your hand on his.

“Much better,” Jax nodded with droopy eyes before you pulled up a chair and took a seat next to his bed.

“I’ll let you two catch up,” Chibs said before slipping out of the room.

Your worried gaze was back on Jax as you clutched his hand in both of yours. “How are you feeling, baby?”

“I’m so good,” he was finally able to speak clearly. “We call each other baby,” he smirked.

“Yeah, we do,” you confirmed with a smirk of your own. You kissed the knuckles on his hand as the weight of the situation returned in full force. “I was so worried,” you admitted with a shaky voice.

Your lips were so soft and the desire to feel them on his own became potent. He let his thumb rub against the back of one of your hands and he couldn’t help but mirror your smile that sprouted from his gesture.

“Do we have kids?” Jax asked you.

You were taken aback by his question for a moment. “No,” you shook your head with a chuckle.

“They should have your smile when we do,” he said, cupping your face this time to keep you still and get a good look at you. His thumb ran over your cheeks and forehead and you giggled under his touch, “Wow,” he mused. You gazed up at him with bright eyes and a wide grin. “What the hell are we waiting for?” he questioned.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged playfully.

“Well, let’s get started, then,” he offered.

“Not here!” you scolded playfully as he began to reach down to lift up the covers on the bed.

“Later?” he asked.

You huffed out a breath, “Later.”

Jax’s grin returned tenfold. “Okay, later.” He attempted to wink but he was so loopy and tired that it just kind of looked like a slow blink.

“You haven’t lost your charm, Teller,” you commented.

“I hope not,” he replied, “I wanna keep a dime like you in my pocket.”

“Okay, I’m gonna forget that you ever said that,” you chuckled, reaching out to cup his face and stroke his beard. “I think it’s time for you to sleep now,” you said as you took the empty cup out of his hand and put it on the nightstand. You noticed how he was blinking slower and slower with each passing moment.

“Where are you gonna go?” he asked, disappointment etching his features.

“I’ll be here,” you promised him.

“I’m not even tired,” he protested, “I wanna be here with you.”

“You will be,” you told him, “You’ll just be asleep.”

“You should sleep in here with me,” he suggested, beginning to move over in the bed.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, baby,” you shook your head, “Maybe when we get home we can, okay?”

The idea made Jax smirk, “Can we go home now? Do we live together?”

“Yes we do. We can go home soon,” you promised. “Just sleep for now.”

Jax nodded, deciding to give in now. He looked over your face once more and his eyes fell to your lips. “Do we kiss?” he asked.

You nodded with a smile, “Yes, we do.”

“Can we kiss now?”

You stood up from your seat and leaned over Jax before pressing your soft lips to his. You felt his warm hand on the back of your head, keeping you there as he kissed you back. Jax felt tingles run down his spine as your fingers threaded through his hair. You tried to pull away but Jax held you close still, wanting more of you in that moment. He was a little worried that when he woke up you’d be gone because you weren’t real in the first place. You laughed against his mouth as you maneuvered your head away as he kept planting kisses on your face.

“Are you real?” he asked, running his hands over your face.

“I’m real,” you sat back down

“I thought you were an angel.”

You felt heat rush to your face as you shook your head, “Go to sleep,” you smiled, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Just as he was about to close his eyes, Jax felt your hand wrap around his and he looked over at you to see your expression had turned a little more serious.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Jax,” you sighed.

“Me too,” he replied, “If I died, you wouldn’t be my wife anymore.”

His tone was light but it still made your throat close up. “No way,” you assured him, “I’ll always be your wife.”

Jax smiled at you, “That’s so cool,” he drawled out before he fell asleep again.

#jax teller #jax teller imagine #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam imagine #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #🦚 anon

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luveline · 3 years

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does that answer your question? [remus lupin x reader]

“I don’t know if I can, sir,” you worried.

“I’ll make it fit, lovely girl. Wanna see you all split open on me, yeah?”

summary: you have a question for professor lupin. you are quickly derailed.

wordcount: 3.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, nsfw, professor remus, age gap (reader is 22), size kink, impact play, praise, slightly mean!remus, roleplay, safeword in place, she/her pronouns used for reader, fem reader

"Professor, I was wondering-" you began, knocking on Remus' open door to announce your presence. He was sitting at his desk.

His deep, chest-filling voice met your ears. “Come now, Y/N, I haven't been your professor for years."

Your cheeks filled with colour. You shook your head at his words, amused despite your embarrassment. "You were still my professor," you defended. "Tell me you still don't call McGonagall Professor."

"We always called her Minnie."

You blinked. "Minnie?"

"Minerva," he provided.

Your eyes squinted shut when you made the connection, smiling. "Maybe I should give you a nickname too."

"Yeah?" Remus asked quietly, closing the book on his desk. You'd forgotten what help you'd wanted originally, too amused by this new game.

"Remmie?" you suggested.

He cringed. "Absolutely not."

"Mussy?"

He stood up from his seat behind the desk to sit against the lip of it. His new height over you made you feel less confident, and the next suggestion came out weak.

"Loopy?" you mumbled, heat growing in your chest and abdomen.

"I think we'll stick with Professor, hmm?" he asked, expressionless.

"Yes," you said, shied by his stern words.

"Yes what?" he asked, standing at his full height. You took half a step back and he followed. "Where are you going?"

"N- nowhere," you stuttered, twisting the ends of your jumper in your hands.

He laughed with little humour, reaching out to grasp your shoulder in his hand. He kneaded the flesh there none too gently, fingers digging into your tricep. You felt pinned under his gaze, heart racketeering out of your chest.

"Nowhere? Looks to me like you were running away," he said.

You blanched. "I was not!"

"No?" His other hand came up, cupping the side of your face.

"No," you affirmed.

He flattened his thumb against your cheekbone roughly, the delicate skin under your eye being pulled with his motion. You closed your eyes instinctively.

"God, you don't fucking listen, do you?" he asked quietly. You struggled to understand what he was saying. His grip on your shoulder became punishingly tight. "No, what, Y/N?"

"...No, sir," you tried meekly.

He smirked. His grip on your shoulder and face became kinder, his thumb sweeping soft, loving circles into your skin. "Good girl," he praised, "my smart girl, aren't you?"

You swallowed. "Yes, sir."

This pleased him indefinitely. He leaned down to kiss you in the centre of your forehead, hand holding you in place. "Sweet girl. I think you deserve a reward for being so smart, don't you?" he asked. He didn't wait for you to answer, spinning you around to guide your back against the lip of his desk, hardwood pressing into your arse.

Professor Remus smoothed his hands down your shoulders, the lengths of your arms, eyes heavy with approval. "All dressed up today?"

"For you," you admitted in a murmur, and then remembered, "sir."

He laughed, hands on your waist. He lifted you up suddenly and you giggled in surprise, allowing him to set you out on the desk like a doll. He stood in the space between your legs, looking much too tall and unfairly handsome.

"For me?" he murmured back, big hands on your thighs, one inching up, tantalisingly slowly, until he was under your skirt. He pushed the fabric back, exposing your underwear beneath your tights. He encouraged you out of them and you assisted, lifting your hips to give him the space to pull them off. He barely looked at your underwear before pulling them off too.

Remus pressed as close as he could between your legs, one hand in your hair, the other probing at the apex of your thighs. Neither were gentle. He pushed your head to the side for clear access to your neck, nipping at the skin just below your ear. This wasn’t nearly as distracting as his other ministrations, where he’d began petting your cunt, spreading you open with his middle and index finger to dig his thumb into your clit. You jumped at the sudden touch.

“So flighty,” Remus murmured, pulling away to look down at his hand teasing your cunt. He pressed the flat of his palm against your clit, working the tip of one of his fingers into you with little preamble. You sighed, toes twitching at the feeling. He made a spectacle of you, barely pushing in before adding a second finger. He’d worked them in almost halfway when he pulled out, parting his fingers to show you the wetness that covered them. “Barely touched you,” he said, voice heavy.

You squirmed as his fingers entered you again, pushing up to his knuckles inside you. He curled his fingers inward repetitively and had to use his free hand to clamp down on your thigh, holding you to the desk. You couldn’t help wiggling from it, the feeling of his fingertips against your walls enough to make you woozy.

“Oh, you’re just perfect. Perfect little cunt, you like this too much,” he spoke softly, totally focused on your leaking cunt. You figured it was like a game to him, seeing how big a mess he could make of you. He started thrusting his fingers quickly, the sound of his hand connecting with your skin lewd, the sound you were making even worse. He pushed deep inside you and fingerfucked from the hilt, inspiring the alarming feeling that you might wet yourself.

“Remus, don’t, don’t-“

"You know the safe word, don't you?" he asked, pausing. There was patience on his face, genuine concern.

You nodded furiously. Of course you knew it.

“You wanna use it?”

You shook your head.

He, frowned, grabbed your face to squeeze your cheeks in his large hand, your lips pushing into a pout. "If you're not going to use it then shut the fuck up."

He pushed you away disdainfully, refocusing on his fingers inside you. "You know the rules. I know you know them. Toys don't speak unless spoken to," he said, punctuating this with a cruel thrust of his hand that had you gasping, covering your mouth to smother the sound.

“‘Remus,’ she calls me,” he said darkly.

He edged the tip of his index finger inside you to join his middle and marriage, and you realised you were being punished. You grabbed at his wrist before he could push in, scrambling, “Professor, please, I’m sorry-“

“I know you’re sorry, baby,” he said, pulling his hand away, you sighing in relief, and he said, “too bad.” And pushed three fingers inside you.

You moaned sharply, letting him splay you open on his desk with little shame. His hand was so big, fucking you out with a stretch that numbed you, pushing your chin into your chest to fight the oncoming trembling. He pulled your face into his front, murmuring little comforts, stroking your hair with an oxymoronic softness as he wrecked your cunt. He started slow, each pull and push an ache that made you mewl, desperate small sounds that evidently pleased him, as you could see his cock straining against the material of his smart slacks.

His thrusts turned faster. You blinked away tears, overwhelmed and indulging in the aching pleasure, the rough slap of his palm against your clit, all of it too much and yet exactly what you wanted.

“Convince me to let you cum,” he said into the shell of your ear, pushing the hair back from your face delicately.

You moaned, knees inching inwards, trying not to move away from his hand. “Please, sir.”

He laughed, shaking his fingers inside you like he had earlier. The fullness of it had you gasping for breath, hand clamped around his wrist. He allowed this, though he didn’t slow.

“That won’t do at all,” he said, tone injected with an acute, cruel humour.

He slowed down. Your head was in the curve of his shoulder now, both of you staring down at the mess he was making, your swollen cunt, his shining fingers. Your eyes were blown at the sight of your cunt stretching with every entry.

You tried again shyly. “Please, Professor,” you whispered, voice choked with unshed tears, with ragged pleasure, “I’ll be good. Really good, I’ll-“ you blinked hard, his thumb finally returning to your clit, “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” he asked, tracing tight circles into your sensitive bud.

“Yes,” you breathed out, legs tensing up.

He ceased his thrusting to bury his fingers as deeply as he could, searching for the sweet spot inside you. When he found it, advised by your catching voice, he ruined you, the combination of his movements, his tight circles on your clit, his deep voice in your ear, saying, “That's it baby, that's it. Cumming all over her professor's fingers, what would people say? If they knew I’d stretched out this lovely cunt? If they knew how much you liked it?”

Your legs tensed and your stomach burned. Your mouth pulled up into a grimace as you came hard, half sobbing into the skin of his neck. Remus continued his abuse on your clit, chuckling as you contracted around his digits. His efforts prolonged your climax until you were crying earnestly, attempting to pull his hand away from your soft cunt, moans tinged with overstimulation.

Only when you went slack against him did he stop, pulling his hand away from your cunt to cup your face with his wet hand, the smell of sex between you. “Oh, I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t help it. You sound so lovely, you know that,” he apologised.

You nodded, brain in a fog as he kissed you quickly on the lips before pushing you back into his neck, shushing the last of your moans. You pressed a shaking hand to your cunt as though to will away the sensation.

He squeezed your shoulder in silent question.

“I’m okay,” you said, hand climbing up his shirt.

“You wanna move?”

You shook your head, leaning back on the desk and out of his reach, hands behind your back. “I’m fine. I kinda like ruining your desk,” you said, voice weak from the crying but in good spirits otherwise.

He ran his hand up and down your arm. You smiled at him in what you hoped was a disarming way, still trying to garner his affections despite evidence that you’d obtained them already.

He dragged your skirt out from under you, grinning at the damp fabric.

His hand fell down your arm to take your hand into his, pulling it towards his crotch. He’d unbuttoned his trousers, guiding your hand between the fabric of his slacks and his underwear, closing your hand around his hard cock. He held it there. "Feel how hard you made me?"

You held your breath, flexing your fingers around his cock. It was big in a way that made you nervous and excited at once, moving your hand slowly up the length of his and down again. If you set your palm at the base of his cock your middle finger missed the tip by an inch.

“Professor…” you whispered anxiously, “when I said anything…”

“You can take it,” he said firmly.

“I don’t know if I can, sir,” you worried, biting your lip, hand loosely grasped around him.

He roughly dragged your palm up his length, hand hot on your own. “I’ll make it fit, lovely girl. Wanna see you all split open on me, yeah?”

You whimpered. He laughed at you, pulling his dick free from the constraints of his trousers. It was even more intimidating unclothed, head red and weeping precum into your open palm. You reached out to play with it and Remus was already pulling your shirt off and pushing you down onto your back, neck craned so your head didn’t hang off the edge of the desk.

You brought your hands up to cup your tits, glancing over your chest at his movements. He spat into his hand, taking his dick into his hand familiarly and pumping the length. He was warm, face shining with perspiration, sandy brown hair falling in his eyes whilst he looked down at himself. The only light in the room was the warm amber sconce on his wall that reflected a golden light on your bared body, the lines of your tummy glowing with sweat and mess, Remus’ eyes shadowed.

He took one of your knees into his large hand and pushed it up, spreading your wider on the deep chestnut wood. You stared down at the place where your bodies met, at his veined cock, the red head of it. He guided it up the crease of your cunt and down again, huffing at the slickness. “S’fucking wet. Toy’s enjoying this too much, isn't she?”

“Yes, sir.”

He slapped your cunt lightly, not enough to really sting but you jolted anyways, knee pulling up to cover your cunt. He pushed you open again roughly, tutting. “Wasn’t talking to you, silly girl. Stay still, or the next one will hurt.”

He pushed the head of his cock to your opening, finally meeting your eyes again. His own softened. “You’re so fucking pretty. You know how pretty you are?”

You shook your head.

He grabbed one of your tits, pushing into the skin, palm open over your heart. “My pretty girl.”

He pushed in. You liked this part most, the initial stretch, the feeling of being melded into a shape meant for him and him alone. He fucked shallow to begin with, a gentleman at heart, giving you time to cope with him. As humble as he was outside of the bedroom, this version of Remus knew he was well-endowed and he acted like it, cocky and insufferably careful despite the big talk he put on.

You whined, pushing your hips down to encourage his speed. This time when he spanked your cunt, it did sting. You flinched, moving your hand down to cover the area, your tummy burning with lust.

“I thought you’d learned your lesson,” he said, pushing in further, sudden inches that made you cry out, “obviously not.”

“Professor-"

He pushed in further again. You let your back drop flat on the table, gasping, gasping, the feeling of it making you keen. He didn’t pull out all the way, just enough to offer you some relief before he was pushing in again. You moaned, sounding strangled, hand reached out between you as if you’d stop his approaching abdomen. “Shh,” he soothed, pulling out again. He didn’t go to the hilt yet, fucking halfway in. Truthfully the last thing you wanted was for him to stop, but instinctively you shied away, lips parted, head dizzy.

He was suddenly buried as deeply into your cunt as he could be. His hand was braced on your chest, the callous of his palm against your painfully erect nipple, and with each thrust he was brushing up against it. He was so deep you could feel yourself changing shape around him, feel him touching a part of you that normally went untouched.

“Fuck,” Remus said, fucking deep, slowly. In the lowlight, his face looked frustrated, creased at the eyes. You reached up tentatively to caress the side of his face with the back of your hand, eyes flicking between his to read his expression.

“I feel so full,” you told him breathlessly.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said, emphasising the last word with another heartless thrust.

Your hand stuttered against his face, the barest hints of stubble scratching your skin. You grabbed onto his shoulder for support, forcing him to bend over your body. He took the opportunity to pepper pecks to your chest. His soft kisses soon turned mean, nipping at your skin like little pinches, leaving a trail of irritated skin over your sternum. You knew what was coming before he did it, settling his teeth over the skin just under your tit. He set about leaving a hickey there, his thrusts leisurely, slow, each one teasing the tight ring of muscle at your entrance and pushing against your walls, a cruel cycle that made you writhe.

He pushed his hands under your arms and picked you up in a display of strength that turned you on impossibly moreso, his cock never leaving your cunt as he walked you over to the sofa. He threw you down, the air crushing out of your body. He wasn’t gentle when he pushed both of your legs up to your chest, kneeling so his legs were either side of you. He pushed in again, your new angle somehow making it feel as though he was deeper again. When he pushed into the hilt on his first re-entry you started babbling, ah’s and oh’s that dissolved into drawn out moans, eyes slammed closed at the feeling. He leaned so heavily into your body that you could feel your kneecaps in your ribs, thrusts shaking you, spine embedded in his sofa cushions.

He stayed hilted deep for a moment, pushing the sweaty hair out of your eyes. You opened your eyes, perturbed by his pause. He pulled the skin of your cheek with his thumb and started making circles with his hips, eyes tracing your every shudder, the way your lips pressed together to stop the embarrassing whimpering you’d begun to make.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he said, pressing forward emphatically.

“Feels like you're in my tummy,” you whined, hands pressed to your chest uselessly.

“In your tummy? My poor baby.” He thrusted again, hard.

“Can’t take it,” you whined.

“You can, you can, you’re taking me so well,” he assured you, “you’re so fucking good, feel so fucking good, pretty pussy all puffy and wet. You’re fucking stunning,” he praised you.

You would’ve blushed if you weren’t flushed with exertion. You grabbed his wrist, dug your thumb into his pulse point to feel his heartbeat as he fucked into you like he was trying to break you.

His thrusts were a constant, mind-numbing tempo, his pelvis hitting yours so hard you wondered if you’d bruise. You didn’t bother trying to move back onto him, his thrusts were too quick, too rough, you’d only break his rhythm with movement. Besides, you liked feeling like a toy, a sleeve for him to fuck into.

He fell back, reaching his hand between you both to spread you open, watching your entrance stretch, pulling it open with his thumb. “You’re gaping, baby,” he cooed, “pretty pussy all ruined.”

You mewled, pressing his hand under yours against your tummy where it felt like he was fucking into you. He spread his fingers open and pushed down, spearing into you again. His free hand found your clit, making big circles that soon turned into a fast, sloppy back-and-forth.

You protested, moans ripped from you much too high and much too loud. He ignored you, leaning most of his weight on your body as his moans, which only served to make you dizzy with want, reached a crescendo. He slammed into you one final time, the warmth of his climax filling you up. He pulled out slowly, and quickly behind him was his cum, dripping out of your contracting cunt to defile his leather sofa.

He leaned back and pushed the damp hair from his eyes, taking in the sight of you, pliant and fucked out. He spread your entrance open with his thumb, encouraging the remainders of his cum to drip out.

“Thanks, Professor,” you said impishly, letting your legs fall onto his thighs. He took both of them into his hands and kneaded the flesh there lovingly.

He chuckled. “Merlin, I shouldn’t let you rile me up like that.”

“Oh, you definitely should,” you said, pushing your index finger into the button of your clit to draw lazy circles.

“Remmie was really the best you could come up with?” he asked, hands still rubbing your legs kindly. He leaned down to kiss your knee, smiling at your embarrassed face.

“We never planned past ‘Professor, I have a question’!” you argued.

“Loopy?” he teased.

You flamed, hiding your face with your hands. He took the opportunity to replace your fingers with his, pressing his thumb into your clit to draw shapes. You wiggled your hips to make it harder for him.

“Stay still!” he scolded.

“Maybe next time I should be the professor.”

“Mm,” he humoured you, drawing and drawing until your tummy was burning with your oncoming climax again. You tensed. Remus held your legs down and then you were cumming again, hips moving of their own accord.

“And how would you punish me?” he asked, stretching his hands up your stomach, smoothing your skin in a half-massage.

“I’m sure I’d think of something,” you said weakly.

"You just let me know, dove. I’ll be there."

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decimalpointed · 2 years

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So long ass drug addiction Steddie fic idea.

Steve's always bought weed from Eddie and as far as rich jock assholes go, he isn't a bad customer. Eddie always overcharges because he knows the Harrington's are rich and Steve never notices or throws any slurs his way during the deal, which all in all, equals good customer.

After Steve's very public break up with Nancy, his face getting beaten in, and his fall from royalalty he turns up at Eddies trailer and asks for something a bit stronger.

Which Eddie is like yeah, sure, of course Steve probly intends to throw a rager, get back into the good graces of popularity, and probly find some beautiful girl to rebound with. Cool. Win win since Eddie could really use some of that Harrington wealth for himself since this asshole has so much of it.

So Eddie shows him the wears and asks what he wants, but Steve doesn't go for the coke or the MDMA or the real wild party drugs. He asks about the very big bag of special k that Eddie had just bought for a pretty penny. Eddie hypes it up a little, because well he is a businessman trying to make a sale and Steve looks keen on the whole 'peaceful bliss' spiel. So he asks how much Steve wants and he just kinda shrugs and shrugs and says "All of it?"

Which Eddie is more than happy to make a quick sale and move product but he isn't a monster and thats a lot of drugs and the last thing he needs is for a party to go south with kids ODing on drugs he sold them cause they don't know what the fuck they are doing. So he pumps the breaks a little and tells Steve he won't sell him the whole bag until he tries a single dose first, here, with Eddie showing him how much he should take so he doesn't OD later.

Steve is hesitant but agrees after Eddie assures him his uncle is on night shift, he can crash on Eddies bed if he needs to while Eddie works on his nerd shit. So Eddie measures out a bump and watches as the King of Hawkins High snorts drugs off his coffee table and its a bit surreal.

Steve is out of it, loopy and sedated so Eddie puts him in bed, puts on a record, and sits at the bottom of the bed with a joint and his campaign notes spread out to basically babysit the dude.

Once he looks over and Steve is glassy eyed but smiling in a way he hasn't really seen before. "How you feeling your highness?" Because he can't help but tease just a little and be a bit smug. And Steve just kind of let's his head loll towards him and smiles wider. "Great." And Eddie laughs and thinks that's the end of it but then- "It's like I know I hate myself, but I just don't care" and he is giggling while he says it but. Eddie thinks he has made a terrible miscalculation. He thinks maybe there isn't any big party.

He isn't sure what to say so he just let's Steve zone in and out and decides once he comes to, he will tell him the deals off and that the first dose was just on the house this one time. He continues working on his campaign, stealing glances at Steve every now and then who shifts from blank contentment to sad smiles and he thinks he sees him crying once or twice.

Eddie is feeling a bit shaken because like what the fuck Steve Harrington is crying in his bed high off his ass and smiling while he does it so he lights himself another joint or two and then he accidentally falls asleep.

When he wakes up Steve is gone, his special k is gone, and in its place is a fat wad of bills thats actually way more than the figure he gave for the price of it all. Eddie feels like utter shit because he thinks he just made a massive mistake.

Que Steve becoming an addict because he just wants to sleep and his life has pretty much fallen apart from everything he has ever known and now his drug dealer seems to be stalking him for whatever reason.

Would love to see Steve being an extremely functional addict slowly getting worse and worse (especially his memory and zoning out), with Eddie popping up everywhere and anywhere trying to look for signs of him falling apart and in active addiction but struggling to find the signs since Steve is still acting so fucking normal but he knows there hasn't been any parties, so where the fuck did all the drugs he sold him go? Also Robin makes things just a tad better on Steve and the Russian drugs make him slow his roll a bit, but well he is an addict so he falls right back into it. Would also love to see Eddie refusing to sell him more but Steve can always find another dealer and then when shit hits the fan with Vecna he is going through withdrawal cause he never restocked and he can't really just do that while babysitting.

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cecilxa · 2 years

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a sprig of jealousy and a healthy dose of pining

summary: heizou's been acting a bit hot-headed lately

contents: jealous heizou, but still in love heizou, you're still oblivious to his advances, you get flustered though, no romantic relationship between you and heizou (yet), possible ooc heizou, slight crack (?), fluff, gn!reader

cw: heizou grabs you, very very lightly though

a/n: this is a sequel to a previous piece of work i did! pt.1 can be found here! (not really necessary to read, but i would advise to) pt. 3 can be found here

Heizou's desperately racking his brain for a solution to his problems. At this moment in time, you're sitting in Komore Teahouse with a very suspicious looking blond with vibrant green eyes. Heizou curses Thoma for having such dashing good looks, and curses him for actually having the courage to ask you out. If only he had mustered the courage in the days that flew by. Even after (if somewhat noncommittally) promising to himself that he'd profess his undying love for you, all he's actually done is push you away into someone else's arms!

He doesn't blame Thoma, though, who wouldn’t fall for you? Heizou sighs a sigh full of longing and puppy-love. Eyes glazed over, he begins to dream about your hair, your hands, your smile, oh! Your smile! Heizou can’t remember a day that when you smiled, it didn’t feel like angels had descended from the heavens, fanfaring their songs of praise. He wants to keep that smile locked with him forever, even longer if possible.

He’s always trying to find ways to make your lips quirk up in surprise or amusement, loving the way it makes your whole face glow. Little clues, daily puzzles or riddles that you have to really think about to get. He reminisces on one particular moment that you shared, one that he’ll forever cherish.

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“Say, what do you have of mine that you’ll have a hold on, even to the end of time?” Heizou tries to ask you this casually, but ultimately fails, and his voice cracks a little bit at the end of his sentence, face flushing (he really should’ve expected it at this point) when your eyes meet his.

Not noticing his small blunder, you tilt your head at him, puzzled at this sudden riddle. At the same time, the cogs in your head are also turning, trying to figure out all the possible answers. Something of his? You can’t remember if you’ve taken anything that you haven’t given back yet. His glasses that make his face look different but nice? No, you left soon after you had seen him with those on. To the end of time too? Hmmm… what a tricky one.

You don’t notice this, but while you’re thinking, Heizou can’t help but admire you. The way you tilt your head ever-so-slightly when you’re deep in concentration is perhaps the cutest sight he’s ever seen. That’s saying something, considering your smile. He loves the way your nose scrunches up when you’re seriously thinking, he’d even go so far as to say that your whole face is what makes him wake up in the morning. Heizou gazes at you dreamily, a faint blush on his cheeks, and he struggles to contain a loopy smile that always threatens to come out whenever you’re around.

A groan of frustration interrupts his daydreaming, and you cross your arms, a little pout settling on your face. “This is particularly tricky, Heizou. I can’t think of an answer to your riddle. It’s annoying.”

Heizou grins at you happily. “It’d be an honour to reveal the answer to you!”

You groan again, although in a less frustrated way. “What is it then? Well done for stumping me. I’m still a little disappointed that I wasn’t able to figure it out, though.”

Heizou’s eyes soften in concern as he scans your features. He comes to the conclusion that he doesn’t like seeing you upset, even if it is only in a brief moment of discouragement. However, it’s his mission to always make you happy, whenever the occasion, so his voice lowers, and he takes on a more reassuring tone.

“Don’t worry! It’s a particularly hard one, one that I made up myself. Everyone has their off days, just don’t get on Sara’s bad side when you have one. Man alive… what she did that day…”

He composes himself and allows himself a quick glance at you, noticing how your eyes had turned up in mirth from his short anecdote. He tries (but fails) to conceal the fact that his own eyes were trying to match yours. “The answer is- of course- my heart. You’ll have it with you to the end of time.

You almost jump out of your skin at the surprise that comes with the reveal. The way Heizou said the sentence had you left speechless. He sounded strangely genuine and… you can’t quite put your finger on it, but if you had to hazard a guess, infatuated. It sounded like someone who’s been in love for a very long time.

Red spreads across your whole face, as you feel a certain heat come along with it, almost like a wildfire. You try to cover your face with your hands, but it only worsens the blush, as you now feel the heat itself, which somehow gets hotter every second that passes. Your heart’s pumping wildly, and you feel a strange sensation in your stomach, akin to a stampede of deers.

“Calm down,” you say to yourself. “Calm down.”

While this is happening, Heizou’s been standing there all that time, looking at you with his mouth hanging open in the shape of an o. He’s always been the one flustered, not the other way around! Well, maybe that’s still true. Even the sight of your blushing face causes his own heart to race at speeds not even the best sprinter in all of Teyvat could reach. It’s pumping so loudly, blood rushing to his head, as all he can focus on is you. The background blurs, becoming white noise, and he curses on the inside. What are you doing to him? You’re making him into something else entirely, dear gods.

During this time, you’ve managed to calm yourself, and you smile up at Heizou, applauding him for the very clever riddle whilst trying to erase the memory of your flustered state from your mind. “That was a really tricky one, well done! I definitely wouldn’t have been able to make it up. Did anything inspire you to think of it?”

Heizou’s mouth somehow widens even more at your obliviousness. Do you seriously think that he made it up just for fun? You’re even more of a tough nut to crack. He thinks that even if he held up a massive sign saying that he had feelings for you, you’d think he would mean in in a friendly way.

Even so, he still can’t get the image of your flustered figure out of his mind, and he reminds himself that even if you don’t know yet, there’s still a chance for him to confess. There’s still a chance for the both of you to become more than friends and- oh, there he goes again.

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The chime of a clock striking two distracts him yet again, and he suddenly remembers the ‘date’ you and Thoma were on. Anytime spent dreaming about you (however worth it he thinks it would’ve been) is time wasted rescuing you from the devious housekeeper!

He waves goodbye to Kujou Sara, who’s currently working at the Police Station, but she stops him.

“Shikanoin, you still have work to do. I believe you’ve been stuck on this certain case for a long amount of time- very unlike you-, and the chief wants it to be solved as soon as possible.”

Heizou shoots her a cheeky grin. “Oh, but don’t you know? A great detective has to have a great mind, and an even greater intuition. My great intuition is telling me to go for a stroll along the lovely streets of Inazuma City. I’d love to chat about the case, but I have a feeling things are going to get very interesting, very soon.”

Sara sighs for the nth time today, and waves him off. She knows all about his little crush on you, and she also knows you happen to be with that housekeeper from the Kamisato clan. His great intuition, eh? Or his massive jealousy problem?

Heizou ambles along the twists and turns of Inazuma City with a skip in his step, as he heads to Komore Teahouse, whistling a tune that he’s heard a few times, although he’s not sure of the exact song. He greets many people on the way there, waving a few hellos to some he recognises. Maybe he should be walking more intently, a bit more seriously, but he’s just too excited to see you that it overrides any negative emotions he may have of your little date.

However, this way of thinking immediately comes to a halt once he sees you and that housekeeper exiting the teahouse, Thoma’s arm slung casually across your shoulder. In hindsight, Heizou admits that it’s something that many friends do, and that he may have been too compelled by his emotions to properly analyse the whole situation. If he had, he may have noticed how your eyes brightened a little bit when you saw him, or how Thoma started to develop a teasing smirk, gently nudging you towards the detective.

In spite of this, you can unfortunately never change the past, and Heizou- instead of analysing the situation- quickly marches up to you and Thoma. He musters up a fierce expression and tries to intimidate the taller male. On the inside, his stomach’s churning up, and something ugly rears its head in his heart (a very uncomfortable feeling, he must admit). But on the outside, he likes to think that he looks like someone not to be messed with. Thoma stifles a laugh at this sudden change in personality. Heizou’s usually someone who defeats his opponents with wit and logic, not upfront confrontation. Maybe you actually did do something to him?

Noticing the blond’s silence, Heizou sees the opportunity to grab- albeit with a grip as weak as a butterfly’s wings (he would never dream of actually hurting you)- your arms, and tug you away from Thoma. Thoma’s eyes sparkle a little as his laugh threatens to, yet again, come spilling out from his mouth at this blatant show of jealousy Heizou’s partaking in. You stumble a little bit, and Heizou holds your hands to steady you, the adrenaline coursing through his body, making him and his actions bolder.

“Sorry, Thoma (he says this a bit too aggressively), but we’ve got places to be.”

And with that, he’s briskly walking away with you, hand in hand, towards anywhere that’s away from the housekeeper. You would normally try talking to him, but the furrow of his eyebrows says all there is to say, and you opt to stay quiet instead. His hand feels nice, though. Really quite nice.

A few minutes pass of this silence when Heizou suddenly stops and lets go of your hand as if it were contaminated with a virus. He’s cooled off, and the sudden realisation of what he did hits him like a truck. If he thought he couldn’t get any worse, it was wrong. So very wrong. Heizou feels like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t run away. Every single part of his body’s on fire, and if the loud thumping of his chest doesn’t make him want to combust, even worse, it makes him want to kiss you. So very badly.

“Heizou?” Your tentative voice calls out to him.

He can’t concentrate. No, he really can’t. Not when he's just stormed off with you in tow, away from Thoma, who- Heizou admits- he was extremely jealous of. He can’t believe he did that. Grabbing you so harshly! Oh, you’d never talk to him again! Heizou’s usual logical and sound demeanour turns a 180 whenever you’re around; you make him act so irrationally and irresponsibly, but he wonders, why does that make him want you even more?

Your flushed face still fresh in his mind, your pink cheeks, your pink lips… oh, how much he wants to kiss them! Man alive, he really needs to control himself. Breath in, breath out, there you go.

“What was that about?” Your voice calls out. You’re not particularly angry at him, more confused at his strange behaviour so unlike the detective.

Heizou turns his head from facing the ground to looking at you. He can’t concentrate. He really likes you. He wants to be with you so badly it pains him. He knows this is the time to confess, but, as ever, the right words can’t seem to come out of his mouth the way he wants them to, and instead of delivering a swoon-worthy speech, all he can blurt out is, “I really like your face!”

A stunned silence ensues.

#heizou x reader #heizou x you #heizou fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #still in shock that I wrote over 2k words for this #still hasn’t finished yet #part three maybe???#guess we’ll have to wait and see…

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kybabi · 4 years

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Can I get a hurt comfort scenario with Sakusa, tsukishima, and matsukawa where they’re in a relationship but the reader feels unwanted/unloved by them bcs they’re being extra snarky or cold or sum so she distances herself so when they break up it’ll hurt less? So the boys feel guilty and they make up?

their s/o thinking they want to break up

w/ tsukishima, matsukawa, and sakusa!

(a/n: man this prompt😭

anyways all are written in the timeskip!! at first glance it looks really angsty but i promise there’s a happy ending <3

ps im sorry this lowkey sucks smh it’s like 4 am and i’m loopy😀)

tsukishima

in the beginning, you were pretty surprised he even accepted your confession

he was cool and detached in a way that you weren’t

but over time, he warmed up to you, and you fell in love with him

but recently, he was becoming cold and distant in the same way he used to be

he was no longer affectionate with you

often times you would fall asleep waiting for him to come home

and your heart broke when you came to the realization;

he didn’t love you anymore

you decided you were going to ask him tonight.

now it’s half past one, and you’re a little tired, but you keep your resolve and decide that you’ll stay up no matter what.

but when the door opens, dread fills your gut, and you become nervous. you get off your bed and go up to see him. he’s slouched over the counter with his phone in his hands, and when he finally sees you, his eyes widen in surprise. you’re almost never awake by the time he comes home.

“hi,” you mumble.

“hey.”

you fidget, eyes searching around the room distractedly.

at your silence, he slips past you and into the bedroom, exhausted. it had been another long day at work, but thankfully he’ll have a week off soon and he’s hoping to spend it with you.

you follow him in, not surprised by his behavior. you sigh dejectedly.

“could i talk to you for a minute?” you ask. he doesn’t turn to meet your gaze.

“babe, i’m already exhausted. can we do this another day?” he mutters, obviously not paying any attention to you.

even though you’ve expected this, his behavior still hurts. it’s become clear to you that he doesn’t even care about you anymore. frustrated tears start to well up in your eyes.

“do you love me anymore?” you whisper, shaky. kei stops in his tracks.

“what?” he responds, turning around to see you. his eyes widen in alarm at seeing you cry so suddenly.

“i said, do you love me anymore?” you repeat, louder this time.

kei stays silent.

why are you even asking this? how could you even think��

but then he pauses.

he realizes how he’s been neglecting you. he’s been putting in so many extra hours and coming home too tired to tend to you. he can’t even remember the last time he just spent a moment alone with you.

but you take his silence as an answer, and your heart breaks.

you knew the answer, but the pain of its confirmation hurts even more. you bow your head.

“i’ll just—” you try. “i’ll get my things tomorrow,” you whisper, leaving the bedroom.

kei snaps out of his thoughts at your words. and when he sees you leaving, he panics.

“wait!” he yells after you, grabbing your wrist. you don’t turn to look at him, wounds still fresh from his disinterest.

“let me go, kei,” you cry, voice wobbling pathetically.

he turns you around and lifts your chin up. a seemingly endless stream of tears continues its trail down your cheeks, and his chest aches at the sight.

“of course i still love you, y/n,” he declares.

your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“how could you think i don’t love you anymore?” he whispers.

“what?” you respond, baffled. “but, you—”

he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“look, i know i’ve been distant,” he mumbles. “but that doesn’t mean i love you any less. i’ve just been caught up with work,” he explains. you relax a little at this, and he pulls you into his chest, hoping it’ll make you calm down.

“so you... you still love me?” you ask, muffled by his shirt. he rolls his eyes.

“...yeah. whatever,” he replies, feigned annoyance leaking into his response. he noses affectionately at your hair anyway.

matsukawa

you met issei a couple years back and hit it off with him immediately

he was kind, funny, and sweet

he would make time for the two of you often and enjoyed being in your company

but in the last couple of weeks, it felt like he was the exact opposite

he rarely even spoke to you, always out at work or doing something or other that he wouldn’t talk about

he seemed to always be busy, and during the times where you did see him, he seemed to be irritated or tired

and while you loved him deeply, you realized that he just didn’t feel the same anymore

you’d planned to have dinner with your boyfriend tonight at 6.

it’s 9 now, and he hasn’t sent you a single text all day.

you sigh, putting your phone down after checking it for the hundredth time. it’s not like you weren’t expecting him to stand you up; he’s been doing that a lot lately.

but you hoped that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. that perhaps you were wrong and that he did still want to be with you.

but this just confirms it; he doesn’t care about your relationship anymore.

when he finally comes home, you don’t bother getting up. the food you prepared sits on the stove, untouched.

“hey,” he mutters tiredly. you turn away from him.

“hi.”

issei turns to look into the kitchen and sees that you’ve made something.

“were we supposed to have dinner tonight?” he asks. you scoff.

“yeah. at 6.”

“oh,” he mumbles guiltily. truthfully, matsukawa hasn’t had a lot of time on his hands lately. he’s always been busy with either work or other things. and he knows he’s been treating you terribly, but he hopes to make it up to you when he gets some time off. “look, we can always—”

“what?” you retort. “reschedule? this is the fourth time in two weeks, issei!” he sighs frustratedly.

“i know, but i’ve been busy, okay? i just have so much going on,” he explains.

“i never even see you!” you yell. “is it so bad that i just want my boyfriend back?”

“i can’t put my life on hold to please you, y/n!” he counters. he knows what he’s saying is wrong, but he’s already getting defensive anyway.

you freeze.

“is that what i’m doing?” you whisper, voice small. you’re not looking at him anymore. “holding you back?”

he stares at you, anger dissipating. what?

“y/n—”

“do you even want me anymore?” you ask. it’s only when you look up at him that he sees the hurt swimming in your eyes. his heart squeezes painfully in his chest, guilt stirring in his gut.

he hadn’t meant to get so defensive, really. it was just reflexive.

because he knows how bad of a boyfriend he’s been in the last couple of weeks and he knows you’re hurting because of it.

so he stands in front of you, mouth opening and closing as he tries to figure out how to make this right. but you have your answer.

“right.”

so you turn to leave, tears finally spilling over your cheeks, and you finally accept that he just doesn’t love you like that anymore.

but at seeing you leave, his heart stops, and he rushes over to stop you.

“y/n, wait!”

he wastes no time pulling you into him, refusing to let you go.

“issei, just let me go!” you sob, pawing at his arm weakly. it’s futile.

“no. you need to hear what i have to say,” he says, voice stern with determination. it’s obvious he’s not going to let up so you give in, too tired to continue, and he comes around to face you.

“i love you, okay?” he whispers. “i love you more than anything in the world. and i’ve been doing a terrible job at showing it.” you look up at him sadly. “i know i’ve been neglecting you, but i wanna make it up to you, if you’ll let me.”

you meet his gaze. “really?” you whisper, a little gleam of something like hope glistening in your eyes. he nods, and you let him pull you in flush against him. “you really scared me.”

he sighs. “i know. but i love you, okay?”

you hum contentedly. “okay.”

sakusa

from the very beginning, you understood that dating a pro athlete would be a very different experience

you knew he’d often be busy and have little time left over for you

despite this, you knew he was worth it

and surprisingly, he made ample time for you

but in the last month, it seemed you two really had no time at all

he was always busy with the team, and you spent many nights alone

but what was worse was that he didn’t even seem to want to spend any time with you

he wasn’t even a little affectionate with you

and most of the time it just felt like he wanted you gone

anxiety and self-consciousness manifested rapidly, and you couldn’t take it anymore

tonight, you’re going to confront him.

you’ve spent too many dinners eating alone and too many nights in an empty bed. you miss your boyfriend terribly.

when he walks through the door, you get up to see him. he walks past you.

“how was practice?” you ask. he shrugs. “you tired?” you try again. he just nods.

you sigh, the frustration from earlier returning in full force.

“you gonna tell me why you’ve been ignoring me?” you ask, arms crossed. he stops and turns to look you, confused.

“what are you talking about?”

he knows exactly what you’re talking about.

“maybe the fact that i don’t even get to see my own boyfriend anymore?” you respond, exasperated.

he pinches the bridge of his nose, irritated.

sakusa knows why you’re upset, and he knows that he hasn’t been treating you right. but distancing himself from you felt like the best option, because he needed to be the best for his team and it was becoming hard to juggle so many things in his life.

“i still make time for you, y/n. i’m sorry that i can’t cater to your every need, alright?”

you scoff, disbelieving.

“how can you even say that? it’s like i live alone, kiyoomi!” you yell, desperate. he just sighs.

“i know i’ve been busy, but you knew i would be this way from the start, y/n. don’t put this on me just because you’re lonely!”

his words sting, and tears well up in your eyes.

“if you weren’t such a distraction, then maybe i’d have time for you!”

you reel back, chest aching painfully at his honesty. so that’s all you are to him. a distraction.

“just do it,” you plead.

“what?”

“if you wanted to break up with me, you should’ve just done it instead of stringing me along this entire time!” you cry. sakusa freezes.

guilt begins to come over him, smothering him like a blanket. he hadn’t been thinking at all about how you were feeling, his selfishness taking over him and pushing you away. but it seems as though he’s pushed you too far, because he’s about to lose you, and it’s all his fault.

“fine,” you mutter, voice shaky. “if you won’t do it, i’ll do it myself!” you look up at him, pain swimming in your eyes. “this is over.”

it’s only then, when you start to leave, that kiyoomi feels like he can move. he panics, maneuvering in front of you so that you can’t reach the door.

you sob, desperately trying to push past him, but he’s grabbing your wrists and you can’t move.

“just let me go, kiyoomi!” you cry, hiccuping. he swallows.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he mutters, pulling you against him despite your protests. “please don’t leave me.”

you sob into his chest, exhausted from your fight.

“i shouldn’t have pushed you away. i didn’t even realize how you felt, and i’m so sorry for that,” he apologizes, regret in his voice. “i don’t want this to be over, okay? i’ll do anything to make you stay,” he pleads desperately.

at this, your crying ceases a little, and you relax into him.

“y-you really mean it?” you sniffle, looking up at him through teary eyes. he nods, kissing you gently.

“you mean so much to me, you know that?” he whispers against your lips.

and when he pulls you even closer against him and presses his lips against yours, you know he means it.

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selarina · 2 years

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A Leak in Time

→ Eren Jaeger x GN!Reader

Summary: You both wish you had known each other when you were kids, but for different reasons.

Word Count: 1k words

Content Warnings: canonverse, vulnerability, fluff, underlying angst, during the four year time skip, established relationship

“Sometimes I wish I knew you as a kid,” the words leave Eren’s mouth a little loopy but it's comprehensible.

These moments—moments of sheer vulnerability—are rare. Your head rests in Eren's lap and his gruff fingers trace patterns languidly across your collarbone. Oddly enough, these moments are not as rare as they used to be before — before he turned into a hollow shell of a boy, at least that’s what other people say about him. And you’re worried that on most days, you could say the same. As much as you can see his resistance, there is also this longing. He finds more reasons to be vulnerable now — like a child being told not to touch something. And right now, you find that he has succumbed completely. He’s your Eren, with a placid expression on his face, and soft green eyes that see the beauty in the world despite it being the physical incarnation of hell itself.

So you treasure this, even if it is all fleeting.

“What do you mean?” your voice comes out hoarse, and only barely above a whisper but he hears you since it’s just you and him, and the quiet stillness of your room.“I think it would have been fun,” his fingers still for a moment, resting heavy on your skin before they continue with their ministrations, “but, you would have liked Mika more than me back then.”

“I do like Mika more than you. Even now,” you quip. He looks down to find a cheeky grin on your face, and the familiar aching desire to keep you all to himself returns.

“Hmm, that so?” he asks.

You nod, your grin growing wider at his feigned annoyance. He leans down, leaving a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. You barely feel it. “Tell me. Why do you wish you knew me as a kid? I could’ve been insufferable, for all you know.”“Still insufferable but I-I...” He’s struggling with his words, something he has been doing a lot lately. Like there are things he just can’t verbalize, so you wait patiently and hope that this is one of those times when you do get to hear what he has to say. "I don't know."

After a few moments of silence and he says, “I wish we could have sat along the river together. There was this river near my hometown.” You do know of it, it’s not the first time you’re hearing about it. “It was ugly, but it was nice.” For all it's ugliness, he talks about it a lot.

“I would have had both Mika and you beat me all the time but we could have taken a nap under that tree I have told you about,” he continues. “A-And I wish Armin could have told you about the sea before. Is that weird?”

“No,” your response is immediate. “It’s not weird,” you nuzzle your face against his abdomen. “I feel the same way sometimes, but then again, I’m sure you would have hated me as a kid.”

"Probably," he chuckles softly, making you smile in return.

You close your eyes for a bit, your exhaustion catching up to you all too suddenly. You practically have to will yourself awake, not wanting to leave this moment yet. You say with a hazy voice, "I understand what you mean.” You really do, “but I think we have different reasons why we feel this way.”

“Want to tell me why?” he asks, his hands now fiddling with the hems of your sleeves as your hand dangles on air, right above your face.

You’re reluctant really, you almost hope he doesn’t ask you again.

“I think... I want you to meet my mom,” you hear the insecurity in his tone but he continues anyway. “She would’ve yelled at all of us for getting dirt on ourselves, given your—” He squishes your cheek with slight force, making you pout. “—incessant need to rope us into climbing trees with you."

He lets go of your cheek and sighs, “but I think that at the end of the day, she would still make all of us her food.”

“Oh? Which kind of food?" You easily evade, reverting to your former self. Before Eren changed drastically, you were the reluctant one, shying away from vulnerability with any chance you get. You've recently been lamenting those days for all the selfish reasons.

“That’s your first question?" he asks, eyebrows raised knowingly.

"Alright then—” He indulges you, and goes on to describe the food, recalling the recipes, step by step, a proud and wistful smile on his face for remembering it all. You don’t have the heart to tell him he’s probably remembering things wrong because those would have made disastrous dishes.

—

You've cleaned up your room and taken a shower since having that conversation, which was an hour ago or perhaps even more. It's easy to lose track of time on your days off.

You're both lying on your bed because you asked him to stay, despite the risks of being disciplined by the Captain the next morning.

"Eren," you softly call out to him to check if he was asleep yet. You feel him shuffling and shifting his body as it moves up against yours. You do the same, turning to face him as his hands trace patterns along the slope of your waist.

"As much as you would've despised me. I think–" And then it hits you, you’re afraid of how vulnerable and desperate you will sound. So, you hold your tongue back.

But he coaxes your hand from its crumpled place against your chest into his own. He urges you like he’s done countless times before, "Tell me."

“I think there are times when I wish you were there with me all the time. In the past, present, and future. You know?” He doesn't say anything and neither do you; the two of you just lie there in silence, his hand stops tracing patterns and your eyelids grow heavy before you're both fast asleep.

As he lays next to your slumbering body, Eren does know. He knows how love can leak through time. He wishes he had known you when he was a child. He would have loved you then because he loves you now.

#eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger fluff #eren jaeger angst #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x y/n #eren jaeger x gender neutral reader #eren jeager x reader

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shysneeze · 2 years

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here, we’re together | nancy wheeler x gn!reader

description: nancy never wanted you to come, and now you're injured in the upside down. she’s beginning to panic, just a little

warnings: talk of injury and blood, low-key descriptions of anxiety and panic, let me know what i’ve missed

(based on multiple requests for protective nancy in the upside down)

a/n: i used second person for the first time let me know if you hate it thanks

You were never supposed to end up in this mess.

You had your first fight over the matter, in fact, and there’s a tight lipped expression on her face as she bandages you up with fabric from her shirt.

“Nance.”

Her brows twitch at the soft, exhausted sound of your voice, but she refuses to meet your eyes. There’s a mixture of guilt and concern twisting in the center of her chest that makes her feel almost like crying, and she’s certain any sign of pain in your eyes will throw her over the edge.

“Nance,” You try again. “I’m going to be fine, you know.”

Nancy isn’t so confident, not as every breath fills her nose with the metallic smell of your blood, and your body trembles under her touch.

“Nancy.“

“(Y/N), let me concentrate.” Nancy says, voice strained with concern. “Y-you’re bleeding out.”

You lift a shaky hand to her chin, forcing her eyes up to your own, and she gulps at the sight of your sunken eyes, and a jolt of panic rushes through her veins.

“I’m not going to leave you, you know.”

Nancy’s brows sink, lips parting in surprise. She’s never understood where you picked up the talent of reading her like an open book, but everytime it takes her off guard.

“It took me far too long to earn the right to call Nancy Wheeler my girlfriend just for a few bats to take that title away from me.” You smile tiredly at her, “You’re stuck with me.”

Nancy manages a small smile, shaking her head in disbelief at your lightheartedness, as if you were moments ago ambushed by dozens of demonic bats.

“I like kissing you too much to die.”

Nancy rolls her eyes a little, returning to tying the makeshift bandage around your injury. She’s relieved to find the bleeding slowing, allowing herself a deep breath for what feels like the first time in years.

“You’re a little loopy from blood loss, I think.” Nancy admits softly, “or the rabies.”

Behind her, Robin folds her arms and warns them again that she’s not joking about the disease, but you're giggling, though it becomes a cough part way through.

“Maybe.” You agree with an exhausted grin, “but jokes aside, I’m not dying today, Nancy.”

Nancy nods slowly in agreement, because crazy bats and evil wizards be damned, she’d walk to the end of the earth, in any dimension, to keep you safe.

“I didn’t want you involved in this.” Nancy admits after a moment. “I should have fought you harder when you wanted to help.”

“You don’t know me as well as I thought if you think you’d ever have stopped me.” You say, “I'd rather be here, bleeding out, with rabies, than at home, worried you were hurt… at least here, we’re together.”

Nancy considers this, the lunacy of it, and she has the overwhelming urge to kiss you. She cups your cool cheeks gently and pulls your lips to her own, smiling as you chase her as she pulls back.

“You’re insane,” Nancy shakes her head, “and probably right, which is also insane.”

You give her a weak grin and a shrug of your shoulders.

“I’ll take it.” You decide, “Will you help me up?”

Nancy’s smile drops, face returning to her previous uncertain expression of concern. She gives you a long, hesitant look, brows pulling together.

“I think you should rest for a little longer.”

“We don’t really have time for that, Nance.”

Nancy sighs reluctantly, shoulders sinking. She twists to see the others shifting uncomfortably, too scared to admit their agreement. She returns to you with a nod.

“Okay.”

She wraps an arm carefully around your middle, careful of your injuries, and takes one of your shaky hands in her own free one.

“Ready?”

You nod, and begin to push yourself to your feet, a pained groan trapped behind your clenched teeth. Nancy’s brows furrow apologetically, and when you sink into her body, head dropping onto her shoulder, she has blink away the feeling of welling tears.

“I’m sorry,” She whispers in your ear, voice quivering, “I’m so sorry.”

You shift against her, trembling hands finding her waist, holding her for balance. You shake your head against her shoulder, slowly convincing yourself to look up again.

“I’m fine, don’t apologise.” You plead breathlessly, “This isn’t your fault, okay?”

She says nothing, and you give her a look she herself has been known to reserve for Mike, or Holly, a look so comically scolding it makes a small, wet, slightly hysterical laugh escape her lips.

You smile sadly, leaning in to kiss the still present crease in her brow. Her face softens and she nods with a certain degree of uncertainty.

“Okay.”

You pull back from her waist, finally confident in your own ability to stay upright, taking one of her hands instead, and squeezing reassuringly.

“You’re not losing me,” You remind in a whisper, “I’m not leaving any time soon.”

Nancy can still feel that tight, anxious sensation in her chest, and she’s aware of how she has to force the air into her lungs. But you’re giving her a look so soft it’s hard to imagine you’ve been injured if not for your blooded clothes and skin.

She repeats to herself your previous words just as the guilt and fear is making it difficult to move her feet; here, we’re together. It’s a small comfort, but enough.

“I’m not losing you,” She nods, “We’re going to get out of here.”

#nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler imagines #nancy wheeler #nancy x reader #nancy wheeler fic #nancy imagines #stranger things imagines #nancy stranger things

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 3 years

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A new servant desperately struggles to understand what exactly Merlin is:

A cryptid? Arthur's boyfriend? Simply a dude? The court jester? Something else entirely? Who knows, certainly not the new guy.

The first time the new kitchen-hand, Tristan, saw The King’s dark-haired servant sprinting down the corridor, he couldn’t tell if the man was laughing or crying.

He was fast, faster than Tristan thought possible for someone whose arms were so full of laundry, but he politely steps out of the way, coming to the conclusion that he must’ve been late for something. At least... he did think that, until he turns the next corner to see three of The king’s most trusted knights peering out of windows and into random doors. Tristan freezes in the corridor, he’d heard that servants were treated extremely well here, but he’d only been employed for a few days and he didn’t want to risk anything by pushing past or addressing his betters.

One of the knights, Sir Leon, his brain helpfully supplies, spots him stood there, and his annoyed frown quickly morphs into a friendly smile:

“Pardon me, sorry, I don’t suppose you’ve seen Merlin around anywhere, have you?”

Tristan’s eyes go wide and the grip he has on his tray tightens, but he forces himself to take a breath and answer, trying his best to keep his voice even:

“Merlin is... The King’s manservant? Tall, with dark hair?”

Another knight pushes forward, he looks to be the oldest, with dark hair falling in an almost deliberately tousled way around his bearded jawline. His charming grin seems just a little too wide to be genuine, but Tristan isn’t quite sure if that’s because he’s about to take pleasure in punishing someone, or if he’s just being polite to a stranger:

“Yeah, yeah that’s him, seen him? Arsehole turned our shirts pink in the wash, and something tells me it was deliberate.”

Tristan gulps at the accusation and he takes a shaky step back, but before he can even think of defending the stranger that he now thinks must’ve been crying, the last of the three knights, a giant, if Tristan believed in such things, steps forward:

“Don’t worry, we won’t beat him too much.”

He says it with a grin and a quirk of his eyebrows, but once again the kitchen-hand can’t tell if it was cruel or genuine, if he was being sarcastic or not.

“Uh... yeah, he turned left at the end of this corridor, but I didn’t see where he went after that, I apologise.”

Sir Leon waves away his apology with a smile, looking to the long-haired knight with a raised eyebrow:

“The stables?”

The man grins widely, nodding his agreement as he turns his grin to the giant. Sir Leon offers Tristan another soft smile, murmuring his thanks before moving past him, elbowing the other two to prompt them in to thanking him as well. The three of them march down the corridor with almost vindictive smiles on their faces, and Tristan prepares himself to see a vacancy note, or possibly a funeral invite, posted on the notice board by the next morning.

When he passes a window that evening to see the King’s manservant being carried on the giant’s shoulders as five other knights pelt them with gloves, a grin on every face, he decides that... well... it’s probably best to just not to ask.

The next time he sees Merlin, a few days later, The King is also there.

This is the first time Tristan has been in Arthur Pendragon’s presence, and though the other servant’s all rave on about how awkwardly kind he is, he’s a bundle of nerves. Not even Cook’s stories about how often she whacks The King’s knuckles with a wooden spoon when she catches him about to pilfer something stops Tristan’s heart from racing.

The King was overseeing a few of the servants decorate the main hall for a feast, and whilst Tristan is certain that that’s not something The King normally does, he doesn’t question it, just thinks that maybe the other servants had been telling the truth, and he was a genuinely nice, but normal man.

Merlin stands at his side, and though Tristan can’t hear their conversation, the two of them are clearly bickering over something. The servant can’t help his curiosity, wanting desperately to move closer to find out what sort of things The King allows his servant to bicker with him about; luckily, the table right next to them has yet to be laid, so he moves towards it quickly. He doesn’t even glance at them, terrified of being caught out, but perhaps Merlin surviving the knights non-wrath the other day is encouraging him, and his steps don’t falter. Their words come in to focus, and he has to stop the confused, and slightly horrified, frown from spreading across his face:

“Arthur, I swear to the Gods, if you make me wear that hat again, I’ll piss in your wine and serve it to you in front of a crowd.”

The King scoffs just as Tristan shakily begins laying down the cutlery:

“That’s treason, Merlin.”

“Do I look like I care? Not only will I piss in your wine, I will not hesitate to push you over a balcony at the first opportunity. This hall is high up and it’s a long way down to the gardens. He drank toxic wine and turned loopy and tipped himself off a balcony and went splat! That’s what people will say. I’m not wearing the Godamn hat.”

Tristan has to focus extra carefully to stop himself from gasping; Merlin just threatened to kill The King... that’s got to be a death sentence. Pissing off some knights that he’s obviously friendly with is one thing, but threatening to kill The-

“Ha ha. Very funny. If you can’t tell, Merlin, I’m being sarcastic, I know you struggle with complex concepts like that.”

Merlin just rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as he says with no hesitation:

“My mind is more than capable of coping, My Lord, it’s your belt I worry about being able to cope nowadays.”

Tristan bites his tongue to stop himself from yelping and turns away so neither of them can see his horrified face. The King just makes an outraged noise in the back of his throat, and Tristan can hear Merlin snort in laughter at whatever expression Arthur was wearing to match such a noise:

“Go to the stocks. I want you there for three hours.”

Tristan lets out a confused breath; Merlin threatens to kill The King, and gets playful sarcasm, but he implies The King might be a tad overweight, and gets sent to the stocks for three hours? How is that-

“Yeah... no. Not happening. The feast starts in less than two hours and I still have to help Guinevere organise some stuff in the courtyard, do Gaius’ rounds for him, then put an extra hole in your belt and help you get dressed because, despite being a grown man, you’re still an idiot who’s incapable of putting clothes on in any sort of decent manner.”

Tristan finds himself relaxing a little. This seems to be the norm for them, but surely... surely The King had a line somewhere, and a servant just flat out refusing to be disciplined must be where it lies?

Arthur just scoffs, and Tristan angles his head in such a way that he can see him roll his eyes:

“Fuck off.”

Merlin grins, seeming to cast a suspicious gaze over the room to make sure no one was watching and somehow completely missing Tristan stood just there, before saying quietly:

“You love me really, you prat.”

With that, Merlin reaches up to yank at a lock of The King’s hair before hurrying off in the direction of the courtyard before Arthur can react. The King jumps slightly, clearly caught by surprise as an annoyed flush rises on his face, but Tristan just frowns in confusion when his shock gives way to a softly amused smile.

Huh.

The next few times Tristan saw Merlin made him fear for the servant’s safety. He was being taken on hunts by The King and his knights, that’s meant to be for squires, to learn the ropes and gain experience in tracking and riding.

He supposes it isn’t entirely unheard of for a servant to follow their master on a hunt, but with the way Merlin complains without pause, and The King in turn complains about his complaining, he thinks it would better for everyone if Merlin just... didn’t go. When he brings it up to another servant, a lovely woman named Guinevere who had helped him get unlost at least three times in his first week, she just laughs and smiles at him pityingly:

“I wouldn’t worry, those two have been like that forever, they’re practically inseparable.”

Tristan responds with a rather intelligent sounding:

“...What?”

Gwen laughs softly again, shaking her head and patting his shoulder consolingly:

“You’ll get used to it, they’re just... like that.”

She gives him one more smile before turning to wave the boys out of the gates and walking back to the castle as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Tristan supposes that it probably is.

The next time Tristan sees Merlin leave the city gates with the knights, Sir Elyan, Sir Mordred, and Sir Lancelot this time, it’s distinctly worse. Because he’d caught sight of the patrol rota last time he ran food down to the training ground, and he was certain that those three had a city patrol right about now.

Before he even has time to gape in shock, he hears Merlin’s pleading voice as he trails Sir Elyan like a lost puppy:

“Please, El, I promise to stay out of the way, I will do anything, but I swear to the Gods if I have to spend one more minute around that prat, I’ll hurl myself from the battlements.”

Swearing to the Gods and threating to hurl various people, including himself, from significant heights seems to be some sort of theme for The King’s manservant. Before Tristan can consider the implications of that, Sir Elyan turns to Merlin with a wide, teasing grin on his face:

“You know, I would’ve let you tag along for free, Merlin, but now that you’ve promised me something I feel the need to take advantage.”

Tristan tenses at that, a shot of ice spiking down his spine. He has keen eyes and sharp ears, he knows that Sir Elyan is the lovely Gwen’s brother, Sir Mordred seems to have an... odd worship for the servant, and he’s definitely picked up on the close bond between Merlin and Sir Lancelot, but is this where Camelot’s image comes crashing down in Tristan’s head? He knew that it was better here for servant’s than other Kingdoms, but there are always people who’ll take advantage of their position, no matter where you are. Merlin’s shoulders just drop and he asks in a sulking voice:

“What do you want?”

Tristan grits his teeth, moving his gaze so no one would catch him glaring at the knight as he tries to figure out a way to help, a way to get this virtual stranger out of being... abused, in such a manner. If he’d carried on glaring, he would’ve noticed Elyan’s soft smile and amused raised eyebrow:

“Next time you gather herbs for Gaius, bring back some more of those flowers that you got for Gwen. She said they added vibrancy to the house, whatever that means, but they make her happy, so...-”

Merlin just giggles and nods and Tristan relaxes, looking back to them with a confused smile on his face. That was... actually kind of sweet, he can definitely see the resemblance between the knight and his sister:

“-AND I want whatever Arthur’s having for dinner tonight, his food always looks way nicer than ours.”

Merlin lets out a faux annoyed groan, but then rolls his eyes and grins, nodding:

“Consider it done. Can we go now? I really don’t want to risk him seeing me and giving me some stupid chore to do.”

Elyan laughs and nods, and the four of them begin making their way out of the courtyard and into the city. Sir Lancelot finally joins the conversation, clearly amused as he says:

“You know it’s literally your job to do chores, right?”

Merlin turns to glare at him as Sir Mordred and Sir Elyan laugh, and Tristan only just hears his reply as the castle gates shut behind them:

“Fuck off.”

Tristan decides it would be pointless to bring this up to anyone again, he figures he’ll probably just get the same answer as last time.

The next confusing incident happens only a few days later. But Tristan supposes that at this point... it really shouldn’t be confusing. Gwen was right, he did just... get used to it.

He heard the steps pounding down the corridor before he saw him, but they were coming fast and hard, so he presses himself against the wall, holding the tray to his side to protect it as best he could as Merlin comes skidding round the corner.

He stops just long enough for Tristan to calm himself by spying the wide grin on his face, but he’s quickly sprinting down the hall again, laughing as he waves whatever it is he’s got clutched in his hands. The second set of loud, rapid footsteps stops Tristan from stepping away from the wall quite yet. Just a moment later, Sir Gwaine follows Merlin’s skidded path around the corner, though the heavier man overshoots slightly and he runs into the wall opposite Tristan with a crash and a deep groan.

The rebellious knight gives a wide-eyed Tristan an awkward nod before pushing himself off the wall and following Merlin’s blazing trail, screaming down the corridor:

“I warned you Merlin!! Don’t come between a man and his ale, now give that back you bastard!”

Tristan hears Merlin’s laughter grow louder, even from the two corridors away that the other servant had managed to race to.

He shrugs to himself, waiting for a moment to see if anyone else was going to come barrelling around the corner before sighing, and continuing his journey up to the visiting Lord’s chambers.

It was unusual, he thought, how quickly he’d come to terms with the fact that a servant was sassing The King and pranking the knights and inviting himself on various hunts and patrols that he really had no business on. Unusual indeed.

He’d learnt to ignore it. Or at least brush it off.

In the two weeks since Merlin had (presumably) stolen Sir Gwaine’s skin of ale, he’d seen the servant call The King a long list of imaginative insults (what the hell is a dollop head?), walk around with Sir Leon’s cloak on because he was a little chilly, accuse someone of treason (and somehow been right about it), and threaten to kill at least seven people; including, but not limited to: The King himself, The King’s already dead father, some stuck up Noble (though that was under his breath, Tristan just happened to be stood next to him), and Sir Percival.

And Gwen was... absolutely right. He's just... like that. He's Merlin, and that’s what Merlin does.

So when he turns a corner in a rarely used to corridor to see him pressing The King against a wall, snogging the life out of him, Tristan simply turns around and walks back the other way. Both of them look fairly happy with the arrangement, and they’d probably chosen this corridor for the exact same reason Tristan had: it was out of everyone’s way, and was unlikely to be inhabited.

He thinks it’s odd, how... un-odd he finds it. He absent-mindedly thinks that, with the way they acted around each other, he really should’ve seen this coming. A sudden thought occurs to him, and he ducks into a storage cupboard, laying his tray down carefully as he rummages through the boxes. He lets out a quiet “Yay” when he finds what he’s looking for, carefully picking up his tray with only one hand and nudging the door open again with his hip.

He walks back towards the corner he had just turned (and turned again) making a conscious effort to keep his steps quiet; he places the danger sign, usually used where walls had collapsed or windows had been smashed, in the middle of the corridor, a clear indication of “Do Not Enter”.

He nods smugly at his quick thinking and easy handy work before mentally planning the quickest route to the kitchens and following it hurriedly.

He casually wonders if he has time to circle around to the other end of the corridor so he could put another sign down before Cook gets angry at him for being late. Probably not. At least, not before they... finish up and move on. Hmm. He suddenly panics about the thought of them seeing the sign and knowing that someone had spotted them but... well. Hopefully they would just appreciate it and move on.

Yet again, he decides not to bring this up to anyone. He may or may not have overheard a few of the knights making some sort of bet, and he may or may not want to watch on with amusement as they fail to realise that all of them have already lost.

Tristan smiles to himself; working here had turned out to be rather entertaining, in the end.

THE END

I know it’s short, but I really didn’t know what else to add without it sounding like I was just repeating myself over and over😅

I hope y’all enjoyed it!!

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