#can’t wait to see how long it lasts this time

[fruittt-punchhh]

Pop My Cherry!

this is pt. 7! read the rest of the parts here.

Synopsis: your dad's best friend is none other than Toji Fushiguro, and you can't help but wonder what he could do with his hands.

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader. Shiu mentioned, not a major character.

Content: Minors Do Not Interact! smut, afab! reader, fem! reader, dad's best friend! Toji, suggestiveness, cursing, inexperienced (ish) reader, reader is a virgin but has done things ya know, female masturbation, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, pet/ affectionate names, age gap (reader is 24, Toji is in his 30s), Toji calls reader (doll, slut, bitch, etc.), big dick! Toji, cunnilingus (f! receiving), jealousy, domestic! Toji lowkey, breeding, rough sex ya’ know

Word Count: 9.7k-ish

Trigger Warning: emetophobia. mentions of getting sick, reader doesn’t actually get sick but yeah. I will be putting a break in the text so you can scroll through if you don’t wanna read it🫶

Notes: ladies, gentlemen, both, neither, and all the others, ITS TIMMMMEEEE!!🗣️❌✋the moment you and I have all been waiting for. please please please (Sabrina?) enjoy, and as always, ignore any spelling/grammar errors, I proofread but I’m usually high while doing that so ya’know. lemme know what you think!! love always, fruit punch ❤️‍🔥🧃

You stretch out your hands to find a cold, empty bed beside you. You were definitely wasted last night, but not so much so that you don’t remember falling asleep in Toji’s arms. You turn around to find your phone, confused by the layout of Toji’s bedroom. There was no table on your side, so you huff while you sit up. Your head is spinning and you needed some Tylenol and water ASAP.

(TW: mentions of being sick, skip ahead if you don’t wanna read!)

Oh shit. Your mouth just started watering. You didn’t drink much, but were you really about to get sick? Your heart is pounding in your ears and you were sweating onto the sheets below you. You think you remember where the bathroom is, jumping to your feet before you get sick in the bed.

You covered your mouth with your hands as you burst through the bathroom door. You grab onto the side of the toilet bowl so hard your knuckles turn white. You try your hardest to steady your breathing, one big breath in through your nose and out through your mouth.

(all clear!)

You think it’s finally passed you when you realize the shower is running. So that’s where Toji went.

“Oh shit, hold up,” you hear him say before he’s stepping out of the shower with soap still on his body. You were fine at this point but Toji still grabs your hair regardless, rubbing on your back as he whispers in your ear.

“Sorry, didn’t leave, jus’ wanted to get ready. Got some errands to run. Are you good?”

Toji was being sweet enough that you were starting to feel upset about your new semester. You didn’t think you two would ever date, but it was nice spending time with him.

“Yeah, m’okay I think. Sorry, I thought I was getting sick,” you tell him as he’s ‘sshhh’-ing you, helping you stand back up.

“I’d hug you but I’m covered in soap,” he starts, before you ask if you two can shower together.

“U-uh sure, but don’t get any ideas. We’ve got a long day ahead of us and I don’t wanna’ go rushin’ anything,” he says as he’s turning around to turn the water back on. He’s testing the water with his big hands, checking to see if the temperature is suitable to his liking. You can’t help but admire his musculature, noting how the soapy water runs down his impressive back muscles. Even his butt was muscular, which surprised you given that it still looked pretty juicy. You felt a little bold, given that Toji has now seen you at pretty much your worst. You reach your hand out, lightly tapping his ass cheek as he whips around.

“Girl what are ya’ doin?” He asks with a light giggle.

“Just admirin’ the view s’all,” you respond, laughing with him as you two step into the shower. You felt weak and your hands were a little shaky, signaling that you definitely needed some electrolytes.

Toji rinsed himself off then he lets you take a turn in the water, and feeling the warm water run down your face makes you feel ten times better than a few minutes ago. You felt so covered in filth from last night and you are aching to feel clean again.

Toji moves closer to you, wrapping his warm hands around your waist. He starts kissing your shoulder, then your neck, onto your chest, your sternum, and finally your lips. Your hands are on his chest as you kiss him back enthusiastically, feeling somewhat safe for the first time in a while. You were scared of the feelings you started to develop in the last few days. It was too soon to tell if you liked him like that, but you knew that you enjoyed being in his presence.

He deepens the kiss as he pulls you into him, leaving no space between your bodies. He sucks on your bottom lip as he pulls off, asking you a question you knew was coming.

“Ya’know we’re not fuckin’ after this, right doll?”

You can’t help but pout and ask why as if you didn’t know the answer already.

“I said I gotta run some errands and you’re comin’ with me. Plus, I gotta’ at least attempt to make it special for ya’,” he says, trying not to blush as he thinks about taking you for the first time. He pictured you underneath him, your beautiful (fair/tan/dark) skin all flushed and radiant as you whine for him to give it to you. Fuck. He felt a rush of blood surge to his dick, making him grow harder by the second. He curses his active imagination as he watches your hand snake down his stomach.

“Did ya’ not hear me? I said we’re waitin’,”

He grabs your wrist, completely enveloping it in his large palm.

“B-But please. Let me take care of you, baby, please,” you all but beg, hoping you’d get him riled up enough that he’d finally have his way with you. He loosens his grip on your wrist and you take the opportunity to snatch your hand back, immediately putting it around the base of his now fully hard cock.

“Shit, b-baby, please, n-need to wait,” he stammers, taken aback from the sudden contact. Toji woke up with a raging hard-on, opting to go take a shower before he fucked you in your sleep. You looked so pretty sitting there, finally calm after the wild night you two had. You had pushed the covers down just enough for your tits to spill out, leaving them on full display for Toji. It took everything in him not to wrap his lips around your nipple and suck until you woke up.

“We don’t have to do anything after, jus’ wanna help you out,” you say, laying it on thick as you poke your bottom lip out, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you can manage. You draw your hand back, stopping to circle your palm on his tip. Toji may have been a hard, macho man, but he was truly a softie (for you). He dropped his head, eyes transfixed on your movements. You were running your hand on his tip over and over, drawing the most sinful sounds from his lips. He was whining and grunting for you, begging you to slow down.

“B-baby, please. Don’t wanna cum, wanna’ save it for you,” he whimpers, tossing his head back. The water streaming past your shoulders was now hitting the tip of his cock, making him twitch with every touch. It took every cell he possessed to reach down and remove your hands, effectively edging himself harder than he ever had before.

You try to fight back to no avail. You know Toji has never used his full strength on you, but even at 20%, you were completely powerless. You gasp when Toji pushes you against the shower wall as he starts to devour your neck, keeping both of your hands trapped above your head. He’s fondling your tits as his length jabs into your stomach. You think the fun is nearly over as you watch Toji fall to his knees, licking his lips at the sight of your pretty cunt glistening in the water for him.

He truly could never get enough of you. Your pussy was so gorgeous, basically begging to be eaten. It was going to take an insane amount of self-restraint to not fuck you in the shower, especially after seeing your face when he dropped to his knees. You looked so hungry for him, so ready for him to take such good care of you. You thread your hands in his wet hair as you wait for him to ruin you.

“Don’t get too needy, jus’ wanna’ admire you for a second,” he says as he plants a kiss to your mound. You whine at the sudden contact waiting for him to take all of him.

“This cunt is perfect, I mean seriously I’ve never seen a pussy this gorgeous before,” he continues, kissing your slit being careful not to dip his tongue in yet.

“So tight, always so fuckin wet f’me, so desperate for my dick. You drive me fuckin’ insane, ya’know that right?” He gives you no time to respond before he’s kissing up your thighs and pushing them apart. He takes his thumb and runs it down your slit before he’s pushing it onto your clit, running small circles where you needed it the most. Hearing that little ‘oh’ you made as he finally touched you made his body a thousand degrees hotter. He couldn’t take another second before he tasted you, diving in headfirst so he could make out with your pussy.

“T-Toji, ohhmyyygooood, p-please,” you cry out, so desperate for his touch you were shaking. This was the second time this man was on his knees for you, tasting every inch of your pussy like he needed to remember the layout with his tongue. He was feral for you, moaning into your pussy while he consumed you, stimulating you in the best way with the vibrations produced by his voice.

“Ya’ wanna cum, doll?”

Your orgasm was near enough and you were so desperate for your release. This god of a man sat beneath you, green eyes looking into yours as he skillfully brings you so close to the edge.

You were a whining mess above him, and he needed that sound to be the only thing he ever heard again. Not taking a second away from your pussy, he reached to the left and turns the water off completely, which allowed your beautiful sounds to echo in the bathroom uninterrupted.

“Y-yes, pleaseplease baby please let me cum,” you beg, so close to cumming you feel like your legs might give out. Toji had full intentions on edging you as punishment for edging him, and he almost lost his resolve hearing you beg for him. He wanted to give you that and more. He needed you to feel all of him, not just his tongue, not just his fingers. Toji needed to give you what you so desperately begged for. He wanted to see your pretty pink pussy swallowing him whole with tears in your eyes as you tell him it’s ‘too big’. He needed all of this and more, and he’d give it to you…later.

You feel your vision start to turn black as you are overcome with the sensation of your impending orgasm. You’re fully humping into Toji’s mouth as he lets you use him like a toy. You’re so so close until Toji gives your clit one last harsh suck, before he pulls off with a smile.

“T-Toji, what the fu-“

For some reason he hated hearing swears come out of your mouth. It burned him up and yet made him feel so weak for you. He’s starting to think that everything about you makes him feel a similar way, too.

“Watch it brat. I didn’t get to cum, so neither do you. Let’s finish up, yeah?”

Now this was the second time that the man on his knees edged you. You were starting to think this was one of his kinks because it’s happened twice now. He even seemed to like when you did it to him. But you do remember his words from last night. Maybe he’d make it up to you by letting you cum in his mouth, on his fingers, and on his dick later.

You two finish the shower, Toji offering you a helping hand (or two) when it came time to lather up your tits. He really was a pervert.

You step out the shower, freezing your ass off as he grabs you a towel. You wrap yourself up snug. Toji’s towels were big enough that you could wrap them around you twice and still have some fabric left over. You take advantage of this, wrapping the towel completely around your shoulders too.

“Comfy?”

You responded with a cheery ‘yep!’ as you two head back to his bedroom.

“What’s the plan for today? Ya’know, we could always fuck now and later!” You slay enthusiastically.

“You think you can handle my dick twice? I’ll be surprised if you last two minutes the first time. I’ve felt how tight you are on my fingers so you’ll be lucky if it even fits.”

“Well you’re the one that said you wanted me to prove if it fits. Why not try now?”

He walks over to your side of the room, a harsh expression covering his face.

“I said no, woman. Keep askin’ and the only thing gettin’ fucked tonight is your pretty throat,” he spits, rolling his eyes at your little gasp you let out.

“You never answered my question by the way. What’s the plan, Stan?”

He laughs at your stupid rhyme, letting you know that he had to pick up some stuff for work, get your lashes, and get some lunch.

“Oh okay. We really don’t have to get the lashes, I’m just going back to school anyways. And what do you have to get for work? I mean I still don’t even know what you do. Also, there’s this really good burger spot up the road if you wanna try it!”

Toji looks at you rambling as he turns the volume knob ever so slowly to the right. He hits you with a ‘ya’done?’, laughing when you hit his shoulder. He tries to play the nonchalant, laidback role but in reality, he could not be more obsessed with you. It was all rooted in lust, but he still can’t help but think about you telling him about your day while he eats you out. He knew that even if you went back to school, he would never have pussy so good again. And he hasn’t even had you properly yet.

You arrive to a fenced-in warehouse that appeared to be abandoned. You see a black car, similar to the one Toji is in, sitting inside of a barren garage.

Toji pulls up to the gate, parking parallel to the fence.

“Look, I’ll be back in two minutes tops, do not go anywhere. Call me if you need me, don’t do anything stupid.”

He doesn’t even get the chance to hear your response before he’s slamming the door, trotting up to the gate to be let in. He makes it to the garage, hoping to see the payment he was promised.

A black duffel bag is tossed onto the floor, a cloud of dust rising from it.

“Count it.”

To which he did. It was $1k short.

“Shiu come on man. Where’s the rest of it?”

The other man shakes his head, cursing himself for being so stupid.

“Look, someone saw me on the last job I did so I had to pay ‘em off, it wasn’t my fault I swear. Someone ratted me out.”

Toji thinks hard about what to say next. He knew Shiu to be a little bastard sometimes, skimming from the top of the bucket when it came to their payouts. But he also knew it’s been about 2 minutes already and he was worried about the wrong person coming up to the car while he was gone.

“Fuck it. But you owe me drinks, yeah?” He says, grabbing the back and spinning on his heels before walking out.

“O-Oh, okay yeah, sure. Tomorrow?”

“Nope, I’ll be busy,”

“Next week then, swear.”

Toji gives him a thumbs up before he heads out of the garage, eager to see your smiling face again.

Toji walks back to the car, popping the trunk before he throws the bag into it. He hops back in the driver’s side to see a very frustrated woman.

“Why is there a fucking gun in here?!”

Jesus Christ. He should have known better than to trust you not to rummage through his shit.

“Language, god. And why are you lookin’ through my shit?”

Was he serious? I mean you knew he wasn’t one to think too hard but come on.

“Maybe because you said you had to get something from work, then you drive me to the middle of nowhere at this Amazon lookin’ ass warehouse and get a duffel bag from this guy and put it in the truck like it never happened!”

Toji can’t help but laugh. You were so concerned and worry was plastered on your face. You tried so hard to be angry with him, but you looked so cute when you got upset. The comment about the Amazon warehouse sent him, having him nearly doubled over from laughing.

“It’s not fucking funny! At least tell me why you have a gun in here, please Toji.”

“Okay okay, phew, sorry. You’re just cute when you’re mad,”

You roll your eyes, nonverbally demanding an explanation.

“Look, if you wanna know what I do for work, you have to promise not to freak out. Like swear on everything you love, because you don’t understand how bad I need to have you tonight. And I won’t let this ruin that,” he admits, patiently waiting for you to decide what your answer would be. You do enjoy hearing Toji say he needs you, and you felt the same too. At the end of the day, you know he would never hurt you, so you tell him to go ahead.

“Okay, but you promised not to freak out. I’m an assassin,” he admits, scanning your face for any sign of disapproval.

Was he serious? It would explain the gun and the large duffel bag.

“An assassin? What is this, 2003?”

Toji feels himself release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You may not have been happy with his answer, but you were feeling okay enough to make a joke, which was a good sign in his eyes.

“So you don’t care?” He asks, hoping to hear a loud and resounding ‘nope!’ so you two can continue on with your day.

“Oh no I care. I just figured you’d say something like hit man or contract killer. Assassin is so old school,” you say, still a little wary of his career.

He rolls his eyes at your response, opting to put the car in drive with his foot still on the brake.

“So do you just kill anyone that they pay you to?”

Toji sighs, hoping you wouldn’t have any further questions for him.

“I used to when I was young and needed the money. Now I just try to kill the ‘bad guys’. Ya’know, murderers, rapists, pedos, etc.”

“Wouldn’t that make you a murderer, though?”

Oh bless you.

“You could have called me that well before I started this job. Got anymore questions for me, love? Startin’ to get hungry.”

“What if I had someone in mind that I thought should die.”

Weird question, he thinks, but not out of the ordinary.

“Well I’d kill him then, no questions asked,” he says as he slowly starts to pull out of the vacant lot.

“Who said it was a man?”

“Okay, same shit. I’d kill whoever it was,” he explains, not really caring about the nuances of who he wants you to kill. “You really got someone? I could do it tomorrow, if you need-“

Oh, he was fucking serious. You saw a little glint in his eyes signaling he might have been excited to sort out your request. You had no one in mind of course, opting to drop it before he gets a little too carried away.

“Oh god no, I don’t have anyone. Just wanted to see if you’d do it for me,” you say, not expecting his response.

“Girl, I’d do a lot more than you realize.”

You two arrive to the nearest ulta as he ushers you in, telling you to find your lashes while he roams the store. He circles back around to find you stuck on which pair of lashes to get.

“Help me pick, pleaaaase! These are really cute but they’re kind of expensive. And these are cute too but I don’t even need two pairs so I just don’t know.”

“Here, lemme’ see,” he says, grabbing the two pairs from your hand. You failed to notice the basket Toji brought with him, filled with two colognes, two perfumes, some makeup remover, and face wash.

He grabs the two lashes from you and walks to the counter, not giving you anytime to catch up to him.

“T-Toji don’t get both pairs I really don’t need them. What’s all this other stuff?”

He starts placing the items on the counter, smiling at the cashier as he explains himself.

“Well, I just got paid. You needed makeup remover and face stuff last night and I didn’t have it. Plus, these smelled good and I want you to wear ‘em for me, yeah?”

You were blushing so hard and the cashier took notice, telling one of her friends she needed a man like yours. Was he yours? No one had ever casually dropped hundreds of dollars on you before. Besides the money, no one had really gotten you anything in general. Previous boyfriends always forgot birthdays or didn’t last long enough to celebrate it, always breaking up right before to avoid the awkward confrontation if they didn’t have a good present.

The cashier states the total quietly.

“Alrighty, that’ll beeee… $660.50”

Toji lets out a ‘hm’, digging in his pockets. He pulls out $1k and unwraps the band around the stack, dropping $700 on the counter like it was a $20 bill.

The cashier hands him his change and he tells her to throw the receipt away. You two walk out of the store, hearing the women behind the counter giggling and fawning over ‘your man’.

“Toji, you really didn’t have to do that. It was so much fucking money,”

“Baby, please watch your mouth around me. It makes me wanna’ do bad things to you. And I just got paid, so lemme’ do what I want with my hard earned money, okay?”

“What kinda bad things?” You can’t help but ask, still too eager for him since this morning.

“Things we might get to one day, when you’re ready. Not tonight. Don’t want ya’ gettin’ any bright ideas.”

He says, walking over to the passenger side to open the door for you. You were starting to get used to the princess treatment, ready to enjoy every moment of kindness he offers before tonight. You hoped the sweet, kind man you were spending your morning with was not invited to the bedroom tonight. You wanted him to have his way with you and use you like a toy, albeit your first time.

You thank him as he hops in the driver’s side, starting to drive to a nearby boutique. He didn’t tell you he had plans to buy you clothes. He wanted to buy you everything, clothes, shoes, lingerie, makeup, even personal hygiene items. He liked the feeling of having money and being able to share that with someone.

You two arrive and you shot him a questioning look, thinking you were supposed to be at a restaurant. “Why are we at this clothes shop? Thought you were hungry,” you ask, before he is swiftly on the other side of the car, opening your door for you.

“Well doll, seeing’ as you’re wearing my old t-shirt and a pair of sweats I had when I was twenty, I thought it’s only fair if we get you somethin’ cute to wear to lunch.” You nod your head in agreement. You didn’t want to come off as greedy, but the baggy top and bottoms that were dragging the floor was not a good look.

You walk into the store, and there’s a good mixture of cute, casual clothes, and attire that was more appropriate for a fancy event. Toji tells you to find something nice as you watch him walk to the front counter. You see him pulling out his wallet and slipping her a bill, while she nods her head with a smile before walking to the changing rooms. You tried to not question the man as you pile in your arms dress after dress, a couple of pants and a few shirts.

Toji comes back over, taking all the clothes from your hands and throwing them over his shoulders. “What was that about up there?” You ask, hoping he’ll give you an explanation instead of calling you a brat and telling you you’ll find out later.

“Well I didn’t want anybody else back there lookin’ at my girl, so I asked if she could make sure my private show stays private,” he says with a smirk, watching as your face turns beet red. You should have known it was for something along those lines. You always caught Toji gawking at you, looking you up and down and studying every feature of yours like he was paid to.

“Okay, pervert. Think I’m about done,” you say, giggling as he grabs your hand to lead you to the fitting rooms. He pulls open the curtain for you and much to his liking, there were no other patrons left in the back. You grab the items, opting to get dressed behind the curtain so Toji didn’t ravish you in a retail store.

Toji pulls open the dressing room curtain while you ask him what he thinks. You had on a light blue sundress, one that cupped your tits so that they sat high on your chest. The dresses ruffles covered just enough of your backside to leave Toji itching to run his hands just underneath it. It was adorned with little blue bows and it had a white ribbon that was laced to the corset back. You step out, asking Toji for a hand to tighten up the back.

He’s scrolling through his phone, trying to keep his cool while he watches his clothes you were wearing drop to the floor underneath the curtain. Looking through the items you had picked out had him excited in more ways than one. Especially —

“That dress,” he thinks aloud as you step out of the dressing room, asking him some question that he doesn’t have the capacity to hear right now. He walks towards you, piecing together that you need the back of the dress tied up. He grabs the ribbon, tightening it before he tries his best to make a knot without ripping the flimsy silk material.

“Toji, it’s supposed to be a bow not a military knot,” you giggle, looking behind you in the mirror to see a much too tight knot in place of a cute, dainty bow. He manages a laugh before he sits back down, running his hands over his thighs while he tries to think of anything other than bending you over in that dress behind the curtain.

You ask him again, failing to realize that he is too lost in thought to hear you. “Hellloooo,” you say with a wave, “are you there? I asked if you liked it, silly.”

“Do I like it? Are you fuckin’ kidding? You gotta take that off and try something else because I don’t know if we’ll make it to lunch while you’re wearin’ that,” he admits, trying not to blush as he pictures you sitting on his face, completely buried under the pretty blue fabric.

You slam the curtain shut again, smiling at the thought of Toji taking care of you in the dressing room. You wanted to wear something more casual and comfortable anyways, and you didn’t take Toji as the type to eat at fancy restaurants. You slid on a pair of dark blue jeans that were snug on your waist, and accentuated your hips and thighs. You throw on a fitted white baby tee and a pair of white sneakers you had grabbed earlier. You step out, asking if this was better.

Jesus, better? He didn’t know which was worse. Seeing you in that dress made him want to ravish you. But seeing you in those jeans that were glued tight to your juicy thighs, plump ass and sinful waist had him reeling too. You looked completely casual and still so goddamn hot, it was insane to him how you made him feel. He was sure you could walk out with a trash bag on and he’d gush at how good you look.

“That’s perfect, doll,” he says with a kiss to your head. Toji asks, no, tells you to grab all of the clothes you’d tried on for him and head to the car.

“Don’t you have to pay?”

“I told her to ring up everything you picked up and I gave her my card. I’ll meet you out there. Keep this on,” he says, rubbing his hand over the swell of your ass in those jeans.

You two head out on your final errand of the day, the one that you both have been anxiously waiting for. You were starving and so was he, and you desperately needed something to drink.

Your food finally arrives at the table. You both ordered a popular sandwich on the menu with a water, desperately needing food and hydration. You two hardly speak during the meal, too desperate for a full belly to bother with words. Toji finishes much quicker than you, rubbing his belly after he wipes his mouth. He continues watching you eat, making you feel like a deer in headlights. You told him not to stare as it was rude.

“Can’t help it, doll. You’re just too cute.”

You finish the last bite of your sandwich, nearly choking on it after hearing his words. You thought he’d say something about how he wished you ate his dick like that, but his wholehearted compliment was very unexpected.

He drops a fifty on the table before you two leave, knowing all too well that the meal only came out to $20. He opens the door for you before he’s reaching down to hold your hand.

“Oh. Didn’t take you as the PDA type Toji.”

He smirks, “Holding hands is PDA now? I’d gladly fuck you in front of that entire restaurant if you wanted me to.”

“Jesus, no of course not. Just didn’t take you as the type to hold hands.”

He nods his head in agreement, “Well, usually I’m not. But I like you. Your hands are soft. Plus, I don’t want you gettin’ lost.”

“Lost in the parking lot?”

“Yeah doll. All that weed smoke might have rotted your brain so I never know,” he says with a laugh as he pats your head. He opens the car door for you yet again, giving your ass a light tap before you step in.

You two make it back to Toji’s apartment, having successfully finished all of the errands for the day. Toji yawns as he drops the bags on the counter.

“Might need a nap, doll. M’always sleepy after lunch,” he states, stretching his arms over his head before he’s pulling his shirt off.

A nap? Was he serious? You were ready to finally fuck, and you’d been thinking about it literally all day. A nap wouldn’t hurt, but you were still frustrated from your time in the shower.

“A nap after lunch? I can’t tell if that’s old man behavior or baby behavior,” you say, walking to join him on the couch.

“Might be both, I dunno’. Come here,” he beckons you close to him, making room for you to be the little spoon.

You find your spot on the couch after taking off your jeans, backing into Toji’s warm abdomen as you hum in satisfaction. He was so warm, almost like a space heater. He wasn’t hard (yet) but you kept pushing your plump ass into his crotch, hoping for any sort of reaction out of him.

That is until you hear him snore. This old fogey was already asleep. You were starting to feel like maybe he didn’t want to have sex with you, either that or he was coming up with a way to let you down easy. Regardless, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift as your eyes slowly closed. A nap wouldn’t hurt, right?

It wouldn’t hurt if it wasn’t three hours long. You had to go back to university very soon, and you knew Toji probably had work tonight. You awake to him still asleep behind you. You try your best to turn around and not wake the older man. You snake your hand under his arm, wrapping it around his back. You attempt to pull him closer to you. You take your left leg and wrap it over his hip, pulling his groin closer to yours.

He was still fast asleep, looking awfully peaceful for once. You press your lips to his, hoping to interrupt his beauty sleep. You continue this until his eyes are starting to open, and he kisses you back with fervor.

He wastes no time grabbing your ass, pulling you impossibly close to his now half-hard cock. He had waited long enough. Done all the things he thought he should have. But he was aching for release at this point.

You gasp as he pulls you in closer, deciding to deepen the kiss by pressing your hot tongue into his mouth. He can’t help but comply, allowing you to kiss him further as he returns the favor.

You two stay wrapped up like this for a while, kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths. Toji pulls away, earning a pout from yours truly.

“Look, y/n. I want you. So fuckin’ bad. But I don’t mind waitin’ if you need to. Just as long as you’re waiting on me to pop your cherry and not someone else, I’ll wait as long as I have to,” he says earnestly. He wants to make this special, and he’s scared it would be a one off fling if he didn’t take it seriously.

“No, n-no Toji, I want this really bad. With you only, I swear. I-I think I’m ready.”

And that was all the permission he needed.

Toji flips you over on the couch, sitting you back on the arm of the sofa before he’s pulling your pants down.

“Let me get you ready for me, okay baby? Why don’t ya’ see if you can squirt on my face again?”

Fuck. This was actually happening. This man that outright spoiled you all morning was now about to consume every part of you.

He licks his lips before he dives in deep, needing to taste every inch of your wetness.

“S’good for me, so fuckin’ wet every time.”

He says, lapping you up like he was paid to. He flattens his tongue over your clit, circling it in an intoxicating way.

“T-Toji, yesss, please jus’ like that.” You ask, reaching your hands down to grab his hair. You take your other hand and put it on his cheek, using all your leverage to pull him close to you.

He pulls off, telling you, “don’t get greedy now. I’ll give you what ya’ want, trust me.”

He says before he continues working on your pussy, needing to make you cum for him. He wastes no time seeing as you were already so wet for him. He takes his middle finger and prods your entrance, pulling a gasp from your lips.

“Please,” is all you have time to say before he’s shoving his finger inside you. The stretch was still there, but his work on your clit was helping you open up to him fully. You felt your orgasm approaching, so desperate for release after being edged not once, but twice by this man. You’re honestly scared he might do it again, until he starts curling his finger while inside you. The sensations were pushing you over the edge as you try not to crush Toji’s head with your thighs, exclaiming to him that you were cumming.

He feels you pulse and clench around his finger and the thought of you doing that on top of him has him spitting precum in his boxers. Speaking of you being on top of him, he has an idea.

“Done already?” you ask, breathless as Toji sits up in front of you. He tells you to get up to which you obey, awaiting his commands. You watch him lay back down on the couch (hopefully not for another nap)

“Come here, love. Come sit on my face. Use me to feel good,” he says, a blush rising up his face that you wish you could remember forever.

“Wait, r-really? That’s so embarrassing though, what if I suffocate you?”

Toji rolls his eyes so hard they might be stuck. “You barely weigh anything. I’d like to see you try. I’m serious, try your hardest to suffocate me with that pussy and I’ll be a happy man.”

You see how eager he is for you, both in his eyes and his pants. You slowly take a step to the couch, throwing your legs around his head. You sit back, almost sitting on his chest. That wouldn’t do.

“Told ya’ to put that pussy on me, girl. You need to listen,” he says before he’s grabbing your ass and yanking you close to him, making you sit entirely on his face. The new sensations and the ability to take control of your own pleasure was too much for you. You already felt your knees get weak when Toji starts to lick you up and down again.

You are falling apart above him, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as he pleases you to the best of his ability. He’s working two thick fingers inside you now, curling them with every thrust.

“Look at me when ya’ cum, need t’see you,” he says, muffled by your plush thighs and plump pussy.

Your orgasm was rushing in much sooner than you expected, that familiar snap breaking in your stomach as you gush all over his face. You look down at him, watching him drink in your release with a smile on his face. He withdraws his fingers, giving them a long suck before he’s kissing your clit, giving you one final lick to clean you up.

He pushed you off of him, sitting you in his lap.

“Come taste baby. S’good”

He says before shoving his tongue into your mouth. You two stay entangled like this for a moment, kissing each other with a fever. He continues undressing you, mouth immediately latching to your nipple as his hand kneads the other one. You moan for him, telling him he’s so good for you. Toji didn’t think he’d care about receiving praise from anyone, let alone you. Now it was his goal to make you praise him again. He’d earn that praise in due time.

You reach down to palm him through his sweats, earning a grunt from the man below you. You free him from him boxers, hand wrapping around the tip of his heavy cock. You slowly start to stroke him, spitting in your hand for extra lubrication. He’s groaning underneath you, but in his lip hard as he watches your every move.

You start to move off of him, wanting to feel him in your mouth before he’s grabbing your waist to keep you planted on his lap.

“If you put that mouth on me I’m gonna’ cum. We’ll do it later. I just need your pussy on me, please baby. So fuckin’ tired of waitin’,” he basically begs. You were so nervous for this part, but you were more than ready. You noticed how the women looked in porn, always so fucked out of it and overwhelmed with pleasure. You wanted to be the one grabbing the sheets as you moan for the man fucking you for once.

“I don’t wanna wait anymore either, Toji. So… how do you want to do it?” You ask, trying not to make this anymore awkward than it was already.

“Wan’ you to ride me, baby. Can you do that f’me? If I take control right now I’m scared I’ll break you,” he says, fully intent on having you take the lead, at least for now.

“What if I’m not good, though?” You ask, unable to stop comparing yourself to the probably many women that came before you.

“You’re gonna’ be perfect, baby. Please. Don’t wanna’ hurt you,” and while you wouldn’t mind if he did hurt you, maybe later would be a better time for some rough treatment.

You take a deep breath as you bring him closer to your entrance. He’s essentially holding his breath, analyzing your every move. You run the tip along your folds, earning a moan from the both of you. You line him up with your entrance, suddenly quite terrified of the stretch he’d give you. He was so much bigger than just his fingers and even that took a while to get used to.

You sink onto his tip, excruciatingly slow.

“Oh-Ohmygod,” he spits out, in disbelief at how tight and wet you were.

“S’big, T-Toji, fuck,” you say, no longer caring if you say a few curse words in his presence. He tells you to go slow as you finally push the rest of his tip in. You felt so full already and you still had so much more to take. You try to sink down onto him fully, his hands on your waist holding you steady as you take another inch. The stretch was so extreme and you felt like he was splitting you in half. You didn’t know if you’d even be able to take all of him. You were sweating and coming apart above him and he’d never seen something so pretty. Here he was, finally popping your cherry. You were so tight it almost hurt how hard you were pulsing and clenching around him.

“Need you to relax baby, I know it’s a lot but you can take it, promise,” he says, running his hand down your waist to play with your clit. He rubs circles on your bud slowly, helping you relax a little on top of him. You start to take another inch, slowly pushing yourself onto him further. You underestimated how helpful Toji was being playing with your clit, and you were able to take two more inches before you had to stop.

“Fuck, yeah there ya’ go baby. S’good for me, takin’ me so well,” he says, in disbelief at how good you feel. He could pass away right now and die the happiest man. You felt so heavenly clamped around him. Your face was so red and sweaty, eyes boring holes into his skin as he reaches up to suck on your nipple. The movement made him push into you even further, the unexpected stretch feeling somewhat pleasurable as you whine on top of him.

You felt close already with his skillful fingers working on your clit the way he was. You didn’t expect to cum again, at least not for a while. You want to be able to take all of him, so you continue pushing yourself down on his member as he draws you to your third orgasm.

“P-Please, y/n. Need to feel you cum on me, please I’ll fuckin’ die without it,” he says so desperately as he quickens his movements on your clit.

You slowly start to rock your hips into his hand, chasing your orgasm and relishing in the feeling of Toji’s hard cock pushing into your sweet spot. It felt so different than his fingers and you were sure his fingers may never be enough again.

You only had a little of him left before you had taken him fully. With a couple more strokes of his fingers, you were cumming and clamping around him.

“T-Toji, fuck, cumming. Please, fuck, please give it me, can’t do it m-myself, please” you ramble above him, needing him to give you the rest of his dick as you came undone for him.

Those words were simply music to his ears. He brings you to your orgasm as you beg him to shove the rest of his length in. He keeps rubbing your clit as he’s wrapping his arm all the way around your waist, impaling you down onto his cock. You came so hard, he thought you might push his dick out. The feeling alone had him almost breeding your sweet pussy. He finally bottoms out as you look at him like all the breath was ripped from your lungs. The feeling of his heavy balls pushing against your ass as he pushes almost fully into you had you seeing white. Your orgasm was still crashing into you, making you squeeze entirely too tightly around his cock.

“H-Holy shit, y/n, so fucking tight. Need ya’ to move for me, can you do that baby?”

You nod at him with an ‘mmhm’, finally feeling adjusted enough to his size to move. You pull your hips up, basking in the feeling of his member filling you to the brim. You pull off just enough for only the tip to be left inside you, shoving yourself back down on his cock with a loud gasp. Toji’s dick curved upward in such a way that he was pushing into your g-spot with each thrust.

“There ya’ go baby, nice and slow jus’ like that. So fucking good, you’re doin’ so good for me, y/n,” he says, and you love the feeling of your name leaving his lips. You continue moving up and down on top of him, mostly using your full body to move. You pick up a decent pace, moaning out little ah! ah! ah!’s as he starts to meet your thrusts. You felt another orgasm sneaking up on you, Toji’s dick pushing into your gummy walls and hitting your spot with every thrust.

“Feel good, huh? Gonna cum for me while ya’ bounce on this cock? Tell me who’s pussy this is and I’ll think about lettin’ you cum,” He demands, much too eager for you to cum all over his lap.

You felt your knees start to give out and your legs are starting to shake. Even if Toji wasn’t so big, you weren’t used to bouncing up and down like this. You plant your hands on Toji’s firm chest, wanting to feel his heartbeat as you take him like the good girl you are. Your hands wander as you rake your fingers over his nipple, hearing him whine for you as a pretty pink hue covers his cheeks. You sink down fully on his cock, grinding your hips since your legs were so tired. The hair at the base of his cock was tickling your clit as you grinding on top of him slowly, moaning into his mouth the entire time.

You reach your head down, latching your lips around his nipple as you lick and suck him. You fail to realize the mistake you made as Toji grabs your hips and starts to piston his hips into you. You release your hold on him, instead opting to grab onto his big arms for balance. You are nearly screaming above him as he fucks into you with a furosity you didn’t know he had. All that could be heard was the sounds you two were making and the loud plap! plap! plap! of his balls hitting your ass with every thrust.

“You — you look s’cute on top of me. Am I gonna make you cum, huh baby?” He says with a huff, trying desperately to keep his pace up as he pounds into you.

You were too far gone. Your orgasm was nearly here as Toji absolutely abuses your poor cunt.

“Y-Yes, m’gonna cum for you. You f-feel, fuck, s’good daddy. You own this pussy, s’all yours”

Toji nearly came from hearing those words leave your lips. He increases his pace, fucking you brutally through your orgasm. Your pussy was a vice around his cock as you push him fully out of you, squirting all over his cock and chest. You were chanting his name as you came down from your high.

He has to regrettably pull out of you for fear of cumming too soon, instead flipping you over. You sat on the couch on your hands and knees, looking behind you to see him admiring the view.

“Stop s-starin’,” you whine, feeling much too exposed in front of him. Toji pulls his boxers off and throws them to the side, fully stroking himself before he lines himself up with your entrance.

You feel Toji’s hand on the back of your head, pushing you deep into the couch. You were now just as he wanted you, face down, ass up. He slowly pushes into you with a long, drawn-out ‘fuuuuck’.

“Still so fuckin’ wet f’me doll. Never had pussy so good, so fuckin’ tight, shit. And those cute little noises you’re makin’ aren’t helpin’,” he admits as he bottoms out entirely.

You whine underneath him, this new position making you take every last inch of him. He was so deep now he was practically in your womb. He pulls all the way out before he’s harshly thrusting all the way back in, all his self-control seemingly thrown out of the window.

He couldn’t help but fuck you the way he thought you needed. He could tell by the way your face lit up when he took control earlier that you wanted him to ruin you. He promised many times that he’d make you feel good and that he’d fuck you within an inch of your life, and he was a man of his word.

He’s pounding into you now with a brutal grip on the fat of your hips, surely hard enough to leave a bruise. You were nearly crying underneath him with the way he was slamming into you, meeting his hips with your pelvis with every thrust.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ deep baby, yeah? Nobody’s ever taken this much of me, n’look at you. Doin’ so good, honey,” he says, unable to prescreen the words leaving his mouth. He’s fucking into you at an excruciating pace right before he slows up, reaching down to grab a fistful of your hair. He grabs it right at your scalp, careful not to yank too hard as he’s pulling you back to his chest.

He’s wrapping his arms around you, grabbing all over your tits and your waist as he starts to fuck into you again. You were moaning filthy sounds to him as he took you properly. This new angle had him hitting your cervix with every thrust, the slight pain mixing with the extreme pleasure as you get ready to cum for him again.

“So d-deep baby, yeah. Bet you can feel me all in here, huh?” He says as he reaches his hand down to your navel, pushing hard onto your stomach. You scream as your cunt clenches around him, coming so close to your orgasm. He reached his hand even further, flicking his fingers on your clit. It only took a few seconds of the added stimulation before you were cumming all over his thick cock, begging him to stop before you lose yourself.

“Good girl, that’s it, make a fuckin’ mess on me baby doll,” he says, pulling out and admiring the creamy white ring you left on the base of his cock. Your pussy was so tight he felt like he wouldn’t last much longer. He wanted to fuck you for hours, but after being edged this morning he was much closer than he wanted to be.

He kisses up your spine before he’s laying you back down on the couch facing him.

“Wanna see that pretty face with my cum all over it, yeah? Wanna watch you cum for me again, baby please,” he begs, wrapping his hands around the back of your knees as he spreads you for him. He looks down at your swollen cunt, all puffy and abused from his dick. It was weeping with your fluids and if he wasn’t so desperate to cum, he’d be eating you again in a heartbeat. He gathers the saliva in his mouth, spitting on your pussy for some added lubrication. It was definitely not needed, but watching it glide over your swollen folds was more than enough. He lines himself up with your entrance once more as he sinks himself into you again, watching how desperately your pretty pink pussy swallows him whole.

“G-God, look at that. She needs this cock so bad. Practically beggin’ for my cum isn’t she?” He asks you, obviously referring to your cunt. You are at a loss for words as you nod your head quickly, pulling him into a deep kiss. He starts pumping into you now, drinking in every noise that escapes your mouth with his own. He pulls back enough just to watch your face as he pounds into you. Your brows are scrunched together as he hits your cervix, the pain mixing with the pleasure making you see stars. He was taking such good care of you and you knew you would be cumming before you were ready.

His orgasm was fast approaching as he gave you all his inches. Your pussy was making these obscene squelching sounds and you were a moaning mess underneath him. He was getting so close and he needed you to take him just a little bit deeper. He removes his hands from your knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he bends down to kiss you, effectively putting you into a mating press.

“T-Toji! My, Ohmygod, right there, please please don’t stop please,” you beg, feeling like you could cum at any second.

“Course not, baby. This s-sweet cunt’s gonna’ make me cum. Where’d ya’ want it, hm?” He had full intentions of busting on your face, but thinking about your pussy or your tits covered in his seed had him rolling his eyes into his skull.

“Inside, p-please, m’on the pill. Gimme’ your babies, daddy,” you say, wanting to see how good it’d feel to let him claim you like that.

“O-oh shit, yeah? Such a filthy slut for me, huh? Like a bitch in heat, wantin’ me to knock you up. Lemme fill you up, y/n, gonna give you all my cum,” he says, using every last brain cell to say it. Your pussy was clamping down on him yet again, signaling that you were finally cumming on his dick. His nasty words went straight to your pussy as you snake your hand down to play with your clit, helping you work through your orgasm.

Fuck, seeing you like this, watching how flustered you got when he called you names had him so close. He thrusted into you a few more times before he was pressing his full body weight into you, bringing you in half with his tip pressed flush against your cervix. He never ever came inside any woman, except for his baby momma. He had one too many brats in his life, and he didn’t need another one. But it would take an act of god to pull him away from your heat now.

“F-Fuck, baby, you’re too good, m’cumming for ya’ doll,” he said, barely getting the words out of his mouth before he was emptying himself into your heavenly pussy. Your mouth sang pleas of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ as he finished inside of you. The feeling was something you never wanted to forget. You were sure you’d never have a man make you feel even half as good as Toji did.

After a few extra deep thrusts to make sure his cum was in there nice and snug, he pulled his length from you, moaning at the added stimulation your gummy walls provided him. You cursed at the lack of his warmth, feeling all too empty, especially after his warm cum spills out of you onto the couch.

“That won’t do, huh?” He asks before he’s thumbing your clit and pushing his pointer and middle fingers inside of you. You huff at the overstimulation, not expecting to be thrown into a field of pleasure so soon after Toji finished. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling his thick fingers into your sweet spot with every thrust.

“B-Baby, ohhhmygooood, s-so sensitive,” you whine, attempting to grab his wrist before he’s pinning your hand back.

“So? S’all your fault. You and this pretty pussy made me cum early, but I gotta reward you for doin’ so good f’me,” he smirks, quickening his pace on your clit while he grinds his fingers into you.

You were already so overstimulated from everything Toji did to you, so your orgasm was impending. Toji can tell when you’re getting close now. Your thighs start to shake and attempt to shut, your pussy gets oh so tight, tight enough that it’s talking to him with those filthy wet sounds. You scrunch up your face while you whine and pant for him. You didn’t even have to warn him this time as you were cumming, releasing all you had left onto his fingers.

He tells you you’re a good girl as he pulls out of you for the final time, grabbing a towel to clean the two of you off temporarily. He starts with you first of course, helping you clean everywhere Toji had ruined. He’s kissing you throughout the process, telling you to let him take care of you since you were too fucked out to care.

Toji cleans himself off, grunting at the rough fabric on his now half-hard cock. He lays down beside you, rubbing your stomach as he admits something he definitely didn’t want to.

“I think I’m startin’ to take a liking to you, y/n”

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PRINCE GOJO LOVES WHO?!

tags: fem!reader x prince! gojo satoru, childhood enemies to almost lovers to enemies (☹️), NEW MALE CHARACTER!, bully!gojo, gojo gets so jealous, love (ish)-hate relationship, gojos so confusing, ANGST, royalty, arranged marriage, forbidden love, lots of tension, smut-ish (intense kissing + grinding), cheating (guys don’t ever cheat) mdni.

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a/n: sorry for the late update 😥 got lazy 🫣 but thank u guys so much for the support! It means a lot! + likes/ reblogs are very appreciative 💆🏽‍♀️

read part 2 here!

you wake up in an unfamiliar room, the soft mattress beneath you swallowing you deeper as you open your eyes. your body aches, you look under the cover to see the formal gown from last night’s dinner.

oh. the dinner.

your heart sinks as you recall the events. ayana had set you up, and gojo... he had brought you to his room and kissed you.

how could gojo treat me like this for years, kiss me, and then continue to torment me? you shift on the king-sized bed, relieved to find you’re alone.

you wince as you get up, the tight corset beneath your gown causing discomfort. you walk to the balcony, the view similar to yours but from many floors above.

opening the double balcony doors, you step closer to the railing and look down. you recognize your parents and gojo's among the guests. there are a few others, can’t seem to recognize their faces. who could they be? did my father invite them?

“how did you sleep?”

you close your eyes in annoyance, he’s the last person you want to see right now.

“i slept fine,” you say, not turning around to look at him. he can sense your irritation. “i shouldn’t overstay my time here, so i will go back to my room.” you turn around to finally face him. his eyes soften as he sees your puffy eyes from last night.

“no, please stay. i-i don’t mind how long,” he says, his voice with desperation, reaching to grab your hand to reassure you.

“i’m not sure ayana would appreciate me staying in the room she shares with her partner,” you say, hinting at her words from last night. gojo seems taken aback by your words and lets go of your hand, his expression faltering.

“so you think she’d appreciate us kissing?” he retorts, a note of bitterness creeping into his voice.

“i- no. but she is someone you will potentially wed. out of respect for the future princess, we must stop.” with that, gojo’s entire aura shifts. his eyes darken with anger at the mention of marriage. without waiting for his response, you exit the balcony and head towards the front door.

“i explained everything to your parents,” he blurts out, desperation seeping into his tone.

“thank you,” you say softly, a mix of gratitude and sorrow in your voice, as you leave his room.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

as you make yourself look more presentable than you did in gojo’s room, you’re too scared to face your family. you don’t know what gojo said to them, but you assume it’s good.

“hi, dear, we have an important meeting you must attend,” you hear your mother's soft voice from your doorway.

“mother, if this is about last night, i will explain—”

“it is not. satoru enlightened us all, it was just a mere childhood feeling,” she reassures as she walks closer to you. “I deeply regret not hearing your side, but the past is behind us. We must discuss more relevant matters. join me in the drawing room when you're ready.”

tears almost fill your eyes as relief washes over you. finally, your family is hearing you out. you nod as she embraces you with a warm hug before exiting the room, giving you more time to prepare yourself.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

as you make your way toward the drawing room, your nerves intensify. your mother hadn’t given you any details about the meeting, and the presence of more guards than usual, dressed in different-colored uniforms, only heightens your anxiety.

standing close to the drawing room doors, the guards open them to reveal a room filled with your parents, gojo’s parents, and a few unfamiliar faces you noticed at the balcony. the mothers and other women sit on the couches, while the men stand on the other side, deep in discussion.

abruptly, your mother and the queen stand up, acknowledging your presence. “perfect! dear, we have someone who would like to meet you!” your mother says, her voice brimming with excitement. your nerves spike as an unfamiliar woman calls over someone to meet you.

too nervous to turn around, you hear footsteps approaching behind you.

“hello, my beautiful,” a voice says, making time feel as if it has stopped. you turn around to see a tall, broad-shouldered man with slicked-back blonde hair and a single curled strand. his hazel eyes gaze down at you, and you are in complete shock, struggling to respond.

“i- hi,” you manage to say, shamelessly checking him out. he chuckles at your response.

“i’m kento nanami. i’ve heard a lot about you,” he says smoothly. you’re starstruck by his beauty, still struggling to find words. your mother stands beside you, her hands on your shoulders, urging you to act proper.

“he is also a prince—soon to be king,” your mother whispers in your ear, but nanami definitely hears.

“i hope you don’t see me merely as a king. i’m here to leave the weight of royalty and simply be myself,” he says, as your mother apologizes for her rudeness. if anything, his humility makes you more attracted to him.

“well, we shall leave you two alone to get to know each other on a deeper level,” the queen says, and everyone quickly exits. your mother gives you one last look before leaving, reminding you to be on your best behaviour. for what, though?

“ugh, finally the parents have left. i was getting bored of hearing about royal duties and nonsense,” nanami says, exhaling a long-held breath as you both settle on the couches. his boldness stuns you. he doesn’t want to be bombarded with royal duties... hot.

“i wouldn’t know much about royal duties the way you do, kento. i bet our fathers chatted you into boredom,” you say, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

“my father? no, that was my mother’s brother. my father passed years ago from an illness.”

great. he hates me.

“oh my—I-I’m so sorry, your majesty. i truly didn’t know,” you quickly say, but he gives you a warm smile, reassuring you that you simply didn’t know.

“i would also hope that you would address me without honorifics. i’d hope for my soon-to-be wife to call me by my first name.”

what?

“sorry what? wife? no offense, but i don’t know you or anything about any marriage!” you say, heart racing, realizing you were kept out of the loop.

“your parents haven’t told you? they’ve been stressing my family for years that you were waiting to meet me,” he says, very confused. you shift your position on the couch, fully facing him.

“i’ve had a few conversations about marriage but nothing about us... i-i mean i’m definitely not ready,” you say, starting to freak out. he notices and holds your hand, his much larger and radiating warmth.

“i may not understand being left out of important conversations—especially regarding your future,” he says, drawing circles on your hand. “if you are not ready to marry, i will use my royal duties and call it off.” his warm smile makes your heart feel whole. maybe he’s the one for you; he’s patient, kind, and handsome.

“kento I—”

“i will not let you marry her!” you hear as the doors burst open.

this cannot be happening.

you and nanami quickly stand up, startled by gojo’s sudden interruption.

“satoru, you cannot be—”

“get your guards and get the hell out of my estate. you are not welcome here—nor are you welcome to marry her!” gojo yells, angrily walking towards you both. nanami looks at you, just as confused as you are by gojo’s crazed state.

“excuse us, kento. i need to have a talk with him,” you say sternly, grabbing gojo’s arm and leading him out of the drawing room.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

after what felt like an eternity dragging gojo to the library, he stubbornly refused to move. finally, you arrive and shut the door behind you, locking it firmly to ensure privacy.

“what the hell is wrong with you? you can’t act like a child and barge in like that!” you say angrily, turning to face him.

“what is wrong with me? how dare you marry someone you don’t even know!” his glare intensifies, his bright blue eyes darkening with rage. “whoever i choose to wed is not your decision—nor shall it be your problem!” you retort, matching his tone.

“it is my problem—especially if you’re making reckless decisions without my presence,” he yells, causing you to scrunch your face in utter confusion. “you’re seriously unbelievable! i can’t believe it,” you say, slowly putting pieces together.

“why are you so against me being married? it shouldn’t matter to—“

“i cannot bear to lose the one person i’m deathly in love with to another man!”

what?

you look at him, wishing he had never said those words. if anything, you wished for him to torment you than confess his love for you.

“that is not fair—it is not fair and you know that,” you say, walking away from him breathing heavily as you go deeper into the library, with him following you.

“i am madly in love with you—since our childhood—“

“satoru, stop. you do not love me. you’ve been making my life a living hell. my stay here—is beyond hell,” you say as you turn and look at him with teary eyes. “the one time i have a chance at life with a loving man and you—you try to ruin it,” you say.

“would he ever love you the depths that i love you?” he questions, and you're taken aback from his words. “love? do you consider ruining my life, my reputation, humiliating me as ‘love’?”

“that was the only way i could block you out of my head—my feelings, my thoughts. i hated the fact your own parents planned to wed you off during our teenage years! i love you so much i pushed you away!” gojo confesses as you watch him pour out his deep feelings.

“so you simply ignored my feelings all those years? all the torment i endured? you only cared about yourself?”

“do you love me?” he says, ignoring what you said. you stammer at your words as he continues to repeat his words, walking closer to you as you slowly walk backwards.

“you were my first love,” you quietly say as you shake your head, your mind all jumbled up. he smiles at your words that he’s been dying to hear. “but you have proved to me over and over that i am not yours. you cannot say you love someone then treat them like shit!” you say as his smile slowly fades.

“i will marry kento and that is the end,” you say. he looks at you angrily.

“is that really what you want? to be with someone who won’t drive you wild like i do? to live a dull life, lacking the connection we have?” he steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. 

“you know, i could show you just how much i love you. how every night, it’s your face i see, your name i whisper. just one touch, one kiss, and you’d remember why you were mine first.”

you feel your breath hitch as he leans in, his lips almost dangerously close to yours. “i bet he would never know how to make you tremble with a single look, how to make you ache with a single touch.”

before you can respond, his lips crash against yours in a desperate and passionate hunger. his hands find your waist, pulling you close as the kiss deepens, his mouth relentless and demanding.

lust once again takes over your body, igniting a fire as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss more. moans escape into each other’s mouths as you both lose yourselves in the moment. his tongue traces the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you part willingly, tasting the sweetness of desire.

as you two are mindlessly kissing, you stumble backward, gojo’s strong arms steadying you both until you collapse onto a nearby couch. your gown drapes around you, the fabric crumpling as you straddle him, your knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. his hands remain on your waist, gripping possessively, refusing to release you from his embrace.

heat radiates between you, his body pressed against yours, a desperate ache building in the pit of your stomach. the intensity of the moment fuels your movements, his hands are guiding you as you’re shamelessly grinding on his bulge. feeling him throb beneath you.

moans and gasps escape into each other’s mouths, the air thick with tension and desire. your bodies move together instinctively, as if trying to merge into one. 

you break the kiss, your lips parting from his with a soft, lingering resistance. his darkened eyes plead for more, hunger burning in their depths as he leans in again, his lips brushing against yours in a silent plea. but you resist, causing him to whine and pout at your refusal. what a baby.

“i-i will marry kento,” you say, your voice trembling slightly with the intensity of your emotions. it’s a final decision made in the heat of the moment.

gojo leans his head back with a frustrated groan from hearing another man’s name. he releases his hold on your waist as you rise from his lap, smoothing out your gown to look more presentable. his whine of protest goes unheard as you walk away, the sound of your heels against the wooden floor echoing as you walk away.

the tension hangs heavy in the library as you leave him behind—your heart racing, your mind reeling, and the taste of him lingering on your lips.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

you walk through the grand halls, your footsteps echoing softly as you make your way to the garden, seeking a moment to clear your mind from what happened in the library.

as you step into the garden, you notice two figures standing near a fountain. it’s ayana and nanami. ayana is giggling, her hand rubbing against nanami’s arm as she leans in closer to him. she looks up at him with adoring eyes, her laughter bright and flirtatious.

you stop in your tracks, feeling a jealous at the sight. she always finds a way to ruin something.

nanami notices you walking in and turns to gesture you to join them. ayana looks over to see you and scoffs, wrapping her arm possessively around nanami’s as you approach.

“i see you’ve already met ayana,” you say bitterly, shooting a disdainful glance at her.

“met? oh, kenny! you haven’t told her about us!” ayana fake pouts, her tone dripping with insincerity. you look at them in confusion. “who do you think was his stress reliever, hmm?” she confesses, and a pang of jealousy courses through you.

“i’ve told you many times that whatever happened in the past stays in the past, ayana,” nanami says firmly, removing her arms from around him and creating space between them.

“but of course, that was before i met ruru! we’re now happily in love—expecting to be engaged soon,” ayana chirps cheerfully, her words stoking your anger. little does she know what happened a few minutes ago…

“but poor you, would any man truly desire a future with you?” she taunts, walking closer to you, her hand brushing your cheek. you shove her hand away, infuriated by her audacity.

“i intended to announce our engagement at the gala, but we are also planning our marriage,” nanami declares calmly, causing ayana to whirl around in horror. for once, she is speechless, no vile words escaping her lips.

nothing.

“so instead of belittling my wife and your future queen, i’d advise you to show her the respect she deserves,” nanami says in a low, threatening voice. you’re shocked at his words, feeling his soft touch as he takes your hand to lead you out of the garden. not waiting for one of her snarky response.

turning back, you see tears filling ayana’s eyes as she remains frozen in place. seeing her like this brings a small, satisfied smile to your face. but as nanami guides you back into the castle, you notice gojo rushing out of the library towards ayana, her sobs echoing loudly.

you watch as gojo softly comforts her, his actions mirroring those he once showed you. you start to feel enraged at the sight, but your view is cut off as nanami turns a corner, and they disappear from sight.

why am I feeling this way?

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Wait (Daryl Dixon x Mute! Reader)

requested by @caseylicious !! ur request was so long i can't but it here but it was such a read and i loved it. i changed somethings accidentally so sorry if it's not what you expected 🥲

Summary: You and Daryl are the only two that understand each other.

WC: 2.6k

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Daryl was pissed, you could see it on his face. 

Pacing back and forth, he was trying to blow off some steam. The newcomer, Rick, had handcuffed Merle to a roof. What a great first impression. Looking at Daryl you could tell he was conflicted about the whole entire situation. His brother was one of the last things he had from the old world, and even if he dragged Daryl down, Daryl still cared. 

Taking out your beat-up notebook, you quickly wrote down what you thought. ‘He’ll be okay.’ Daryl paused his pacing to read your note. He scoffed and sat down next to you, placing his head in his hands. 

“Can’t lose him, one of the last things I got,” he mumbled into his hands. You could barely make out what he had said, but you could sense the hurt he was feeling. Placing a hand on his arm, you squeezed it slightly which caused him to look up at you. Flashing him a bright smile, he chuckled a bit and stood up. “Who woulda thought the mute one would be the most empathic,” he grabbed his crossbow and slung it over his shoulder, promptly walking away. 

It was common for Daryl to make comments like that about your relationship. When you had joined the group at the Quarry, they were cold toward you. Some of them were sweet, like Carol and her daughter, but some of the others just read you as “stubborn.” Your only form of communication was through an old notebook and an almost dead pen you had found on your travels. It felt silly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. But more than anyone, Shane was annoyed with you. He constantly never sent you out claiming “your notebook can’t save you from a geek.” It was annoying for sure, but you brushed it off.  

On one of his rants Shane had insulted you again, you had just rolled your eyes and walked away. As you stormed off you heard a rough voice come to your defense. The voice you quickly recognized to be Daryl’s. “They don’ owe ya shit!” for some reason Shane’s insult had set him off, starting an argument between him and Shane. That was the first time anyone had defended you against the asshole, and you were grateful. 

Later on, you walked over to the Dixon’s tent, expecting to find Daryl around. Unfortunately having to deal with Merle first. Surprisingly though, he didn’t give you too much trouble just telling you “would be nice to hear ya speak.” Which comments like those just made you roll your eyes, especially when there was no need for words. 

Daryl emerged from the woods and thankfully got Merle to back off from you. “Wha’s up,” Daryl looked at you, wiping off his arrows while talking to you. You had brought your notebook with you and quickly flipped to a blank page and wrote a quick ‘thank you’ and held it up to his face. He squinted slightly as he read it, and a small smirk was painted onto his face. “Ain’t nothing, tired of his ass treatin’ ya like tha’” he moved his arm in a slight shrug motion and looked down at the arrow in his hand. On a smaller section of the same page, you quickly wrote down another message, ‘Seriously though, means a lot.’ You flashed him one last smile before retreating to your tent for the night. And you knew he was smiling back. 

From that point on you and Daryl had become an unlikely duo at the camp. He would take you out hunting considering you were the quietest one there. He showed you how to track, how to shoot, and how to skin. While the skinning was your least favorite part, your grossed out expressions entertained him each time. 

You had also become his ranting buddy, if he was pissed off he’d come to you to rant, even if you couldn’t respond. He enjoyed that you listened, you didn’t just dismiss him or brush him off. 

He had started to understand you via your facial expressions now too. 

The feeling of being understood was something foreign to you. You hadn’t always been nonverbal, and you had a feeling he knew that. Everything had just been so stressful that it just felt easier to not speak. If you speak, you run the risk of saying something wrong or saying something at the wrong time. Or at least that is how you saw it. This was a whole new thing you had to navigate, it really wasn’t easy at all. But luckily you had Daryl make you feel better about it. 

And here you are, watching Daryl run off with the group to find his brother. As much as you weren’t a fan of Merle, you were hoping he would bring him back “home.” Each waking hour he was gone you felt more anxious. You understood he had to run off into the city, but him still not being back by nightfall worried you.

Morning came and they were still gone, now you were extra worried. The hours dragged on and on. Everything felt slow.  Night fell and it was time for dinner, which was actually better than usual. Amy and Andrea went all out fishing earlier that day. As you ate, you listened to the conversations around you, most it being about Dale’s watch. Everyone seemed somewhat happy, it was refreshing. You had noticed Amy get up and leave, you were too focused on finishing your dinner to listen to the conversation anymore. 

But soon you couldn’t ignore them, Amy’s scream piercing the air as you all got up. Walkers, they finally got to you. Everyone had sprung to action, but there were so many and most of your fighters were on the run. With your knife you were taking out as many walkers as you could. The more you kept fighting the more they made their way over to you. 

The walker behind you had caught you off guard as you felt it grab you. Another one was coming toward you but before you could even act a bolt flew past you right into the walker's head. It fell to the ground and you grabbed the arrow out of its head after getting the rest off of you. 

He’s back, but he didn’t look happy about it. Looking at them, everyone who had left was back. With no Merle, and that's when it clicked. You looked at him and he just nodded in response. He didn’t even want to look up at you. 

All the action died down, everyone had decided to leave moving, burning, and burying the bodies until tomorrow morning. Some bodies did need to get moved, like Ed’s, but that was about it. There was a numb feeling that spread across the whole group as everyone separated into their own tents. Daryl was included in that, leaving you behind to go to him and Merle's spot. 

Running back to your own spot, you grabbed the items you needed to communicate and proceeded to Daryl’s tent. When you got there you wrote down a quick ‘want company?’ before unzipping his tent slightly and sticking your arm in with the note. You heard shuffling inside the tent before he goes and zips the rest of the tent open. Meeting Daryl’s eyes he moved his head in a ‘come in’ motion and you let yourself it. You made your spot right in front of him, sitting criss cross while he held his knees up to his chest. 

He looked stern, like he was thinking about something really hard. His jaw was clenching. Presumably out of anger for what happened to Merle. Getting another page ready to write, Daryl had already beat you to the conversation. “Merle’s gone. Chopped off his hand,” with the way he spoke it sounded like he had a lump in this throat. He had been crying, which you figured. Losing a brother couldn’t have been easy. 

“Assholes don’ even care,” he grumbled under his breath. He was trying to compose himself, but he really had no control over it. Looking up at you, your face softened when you saw his tears stain his face. Without even thinking you held out your arms to let him hug you if he wanted. Which you guessed he did. Quickly, he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your shoulder.  

Ever since that night you and Daryl had created a routine of spending the night together. They usually just consisted of you both sitting around, enjoying the company. Sometimes Daryl would rant to you about the day, or rant about anyone who pissed him off. Stories about his life before the apocalypse would come up. He wouldn’t talk in much detail and the stories would usually consist of Merle being an idiot. Which would make you smile like an idiot. 

As time went on, Daryl changed. And so did the group itself. So many tragedies had hit. With each location you’ve been to Daryl got more and more closed off to the group. He had blamed himself for Sophia. He thought he should’ve tried harder, should’ve looked longer, just should’ve done better. It affected him in the worst way possible.

It made him quiet, but even with his silent demeanor, you could tell how he was feeling. It was obvious with all of his body language. If he was nervous or anxious he’d bite his thumb or play with his hands. If he was angry, he would look tense with his jaw clenching and pacing back and forth. There was just a lot about him that showed how he was feeling, and you always knew how to make him feel better.

You had lost your notebook during the mess of leaving the Greene farm, so communication between you and the rest of the group was shot. When first getting to the prison you tried hard to find something to write with, but with no luck. Beth had given you journal paper sometimes, but that had to get used sparingly. After a while you had just given up on the idea altogether. Just hoping facial expressions and gestures could get the job done. 

It only worked for one person though, and it was Daryl. The others took a while to understand you. Daryl didn’t, he always immediately understood. He would speak up for you, it was consistent, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Every now and then you would catch Carol and Rick swapping glances whenever Daryl spoke for you. They noticed how you were with him too, you knew how to calm him down or how to make him feel better. You just knew. 

It looked like you both were into each other. And while there was truth to that, you couldn’t do anything about it now. You realized at the farm that you felt more deeply about him than you originally thought. Forcing yourself to hide it wasn’t easy though, but you were certain he didn’t feel the same. Very certain. Or at least you chose to tell yourself that to cut the feelings out. It would be hard to voice your feelings without an actual way to do it, and also when you felt so uncertain about feeling safe. 

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you, totally into you.” Looking up, you were met with Carol’s playful grin. The both of you were preparing breakfast for the group and just doing it in comfortable silence until now. Shaking your head you kept doing what you were doing with Carol giggling at your antics. “C’mon, we all see it,” she said. You responded by shrugging as you walked away to set something on the common room tables just trying to get her to change the subject. Carol just rolled her eyes and walked to set some stuff down too. 

“Fine, I won’t bother you about it anymore. But don’t say I never told you so.” Carol walked out of the room to grab the group for breakfast as you just stood there. Left to process what she said. Maybe she was right, but you couldn’t bear to think about that. 

Even with the safeness of the prison, somehow trouble still managed to find its way to you all. With the newfound enemy of Woodbury, you were all living on edge of a battle. Rick had been trying to make deals but with what happened with Glenn and Maggie, nothing pleased him. The Governor wants Michonne, and the prison's resources. Rick wasn’t going to budge though. Not if the people he cared about were at stake. Not to mention, Daryl had managed to get Merle back too. Turns out Merle ended up in Woodbury and unsurprisingly he was. one of the Governor's right-hand men. Daryl seemed happy to have him back, or as happy as he could be now.

A lot of what was happening had managed to fly under your nose. Busy with Judith and helping out where you were needed, all the business was foreign to you. It became your business though when you went to Daryl’s area and he was gone, and so was Merle. It had worried you to say the least, did he and Merle run again? You were really hoping, praying even, that you were wrong. 

Soon enough, he was back. Thankfully uninjured physically, but you could see in his eyes something happened out there. Before you could try and communicate with him, he was needed by Rick. The Governor finally took action. Rick and Daryl had managed to drive them out, immediately heading out to take care of them for good with Michonne. 

It took a couple of hours for them to come back and when they did, they had all of Woodbury’s residents with them. It surprised you to see how many people they had and making room for them was rough at first. But you all made it work. 

All the excitement had calmed down for the night. The routines were turning back to normal as you watched as Daryl went to go take his watch shift. And you silently followed him. Just trying to get some alone time with him and just wanting to check up. As he stood in the watchtower you slowly walked up behind him. You slid your arms around his stomach and rested them there, head on his back. He had stiffened up at first, but soon relaxed when he saw it was your arms. 

Daryl stared off into space for a while before completely breaking down. He didn’t want to say why, but you knew. Merle hadn’t come back; you assumed the worst. He had turned around to you with his head down and he buried it in your shoulder. It reminded you of when he had first lost Merle making this so much harder. Both of you stayed like that for as long as he needed. 

His sobbing had stopped, at least audibly. But you still stood there hugging. Just enjoying each other's touch. Rubbing his back, you gulped. As bad as the moment had seemed, you just had to finally tell him the one thing that has been eating you alive. Just at least hoping it would help him.

“I love you.” You had said it so quietly that he was unsure if he had even heard you. Daryl pulled off you slowly holding your shoulders. He flashed a confused look at you and then you opened your mouth. Repeating it again, but louder so he knew it was real. 

His rough hand moved to the back of your head as he pulled you into himself this time. “Never thought I’d hear ya speak, let alone say tha’,” A light chuckle left his lips as his grasp around you had tightened. 

“Love ya too.”

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just gotta say, s1-s2 daryl always has my heart omg

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The Vow Spoken Through Time - Part 6

Daemon x Rhaenyra x Wife!Reader

Series: Series Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Warnings: MDNI, mentions of smut, slight d/s vibes, Brat!Reader, Jealous!Daemon (all of this is near the end)

Tags: marriage, poly relationship, Daemon being hopelessly in love with his wives, Queen!Rhaenyra, Daemon and Rhaenyra being good parents.

Words: 1.5K

Description: Y/N is having a rough morning. She's fired. She's hungover. She's in a stranger's bed. She's waking up in a new world? She's married?!

Rhaenyra and Daemon's day started normal. Waking up next to their darling wife before tending to their duties. The difference? Their wife is speaking in riddles and has no memories of them.

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“Mom, I love you,” Jace begins slowly, “but I think mother and father might be right.”

You sigh heavily, stroking Joffrey’s hair as he snuggles closer into you. The boys, Daemon, and you were all sitting around a fire, eating the supper Daemon had thoughtfully packed. Joffrey had crawled into your lap and fallen asleep within minutes of sitting. Your heart had nearly melted at the sight, tearing up at how full your heart felt. It didn’t matter how much you missed your past life, you had something here that you never had there–family.

“Thank you,” Daemon groans. “Rhaenyra and I have the best maester’s from across Westeros coming in weekly, but to no end.”

“Jace, I understand this is hard to fathom,” you say, “but I really do remember a whole other life.”

“Does that mean you don’t want us anymore?” Luke asks softly. 

Passing Joffrey to Daemon, you get up and sit between Luke and Jace. “There is nothing that could make me not want you, sweet boy.” You pull them both in for a hug. “I’m so sorry for not remembering you, but I want nothing more than to make new memories.”

“This is…hard for us,” Jace whispered, his voice cracking. You smooth down his hair, waiting for him to finish. “But it is hard for you too. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

You hug them both tighter, looking up to see Daemon smiling at the sight of you three. “Now, all I want is for my boys to come home from these ridiculous diplomacy missions,” you say. “We’ve been apart for too long, and I never want to miss another name day again.” 

“We will return at once, but we must made one last trip.”

Your brows furrow in confusion, “what do you mean?”

Jace pulls back, grinning. “Luke and I will fly to Driftmark and bring Baela and Rhaena to meet you.”

“What about Joffrey?” 

Both you and Jace look at the youngest, asleep in Daemon’s arms and clutching his sleeves in a death grip. “He’s young,” Jace whispers. “These past few months have been the hardest for him.”

“We will take him back with us,” you agree. “Nyra will be so happy to see him.”

“I hate to ask you to leave so soon,” Daemon interrupted, “but I do not want my boys flying too late into the night. If you wish to make it to Driftmark at a reasonable hour, you must leave soon.”

Jace nodded, reluctantly pulling away from you to put out the fire and pack up. Luke gave you one last bone-crushing hug before mounting his dragon and taking flight. You wave goodbye, watching as they both disappear on the horizon. Daemon throws an arm around your shoulder, and you lean your head against him.

“It’s so hard to see them go,” you murmur. “It feels like i just got them back, and now I’m losing them.”

“They will return as soon as the girls can pack a bag,” Daemon assured. “I am relieved they took your news as well as they did.”

You hum in agreement, kissing Daemon’s shoulder. “Let’s go home.”

Daemon calls Caraxes, waiting for you to climb up the saddle before he scales up. You can’t help but watch in awe as Daemon easily climbs up one-handed, Joffrey clutched to his chest with the other. Daemon passes Joffrey to you, and you secure him in the saddle, directly in front of you. 

“Shit, Jace must have forgotten to leave Joffrey’s cloak for us.” 

The words barely leave your mouth before Daemon unpins his cloak and tosses it to cover Joffrey. “Make sure he stays warm. He won’t sleep if there’s a chill.”

“Have I ever told you how attractive you are as a father?”

Daemon chuckles, kissing you on the cheek before he whistles for Caraxes to take off. “Recently? No. But please keep telling me.” You laugh as you pull the cloak up to cover Joffrey’s head. 

The steady motion of flight and the excitement of the day wear on you quickly. Your head jerks as you find yourself nodding off. “I have you, my love.” Daemon murmurs as he pulls you tighter against him. “Caraxes and I will not let you fall.” 

You nod, leaning back into his warm and giving into sleep.

Daemon’s call for Caraxes to land wakes you. You blink the sleep from your eyes, pulling Joffrey closer to keep him steady as Caraxes dives down to land. Rhaenyra is waiting for you at the dragon keep, she kisses your cheek in greeting before lifting Joffrey from your arms. “Wake up, sweet boy,” you tease. “Look who came to say hello.”

Joffrey grumbles, stretching his arms wide before looking to see who held him. “Mother!” He wraps his arms around Rhaenyra and she kisses his head. 

“That’s right,” she says, “and I want to hear all about your adventures with Jace and Luke.” Rhaenyra sniffs him, nose scrunching. “But first, we are getting you bathed and fed. You stink like dragon, little love.”

Daemon comes up, finished telling the dragon keepers what to feed Caraxes as a reward for his flight. “My queen,” he dips his head to Rhaenyra. She rolls her eyes and pulls him in for a hug. 

“You both go bathe, that’s an order.” Nyra laughs. “After Joffrey is fed and bathed, I will put him to bed and join you both.”

“Are you saying we ‘stink like dragon’, my love?” you tease.

“You certainly do not stink like roses,” Nyra kisses you before turning to leave with Joffrey.

Both you and Daemon wander back to your shared chambers and are greeted by a steaming bath. Rhaenyra must have called the maids to draw it when she saw Caraxes on the horizon. “Gods,” you moan as you slide in. “Remind me to thank Nyra when she gets back.”

Daemon slides behind you, lathering a cloth before he begins scrubbing your back. You wince as his motions move lower down you back. “Are you alright?” he asks, halting his movements.

“Yes, I’m just sore from riding a dragon all day,” you whine. 

“Poor girl,” he purrs. “I was going to offer to let you ride another dragon, but if you’re too so-”

You snort as his innuendo. “Lykirī, Daemon.” [calm]

Daemon lifts you quickly, turning you to face him. His eyes are wide with shock. “Did you just speak-”

A blush spreads across your cheeks. “I may have threatened the maester’s into teaching me. I wanted to surprise you, but if it’s weird I can sto-”

“If you want to finish your bath, I suggest you do it in silence.” Daemon’s eyes darken. “My self control is hanging by a thread, issa jorrāelagon.” [my love]

A wicked grin falls across your face and you raise up to your knees, straddling Daemon’s thigh. “And if I want that thread to break? What then issa zaldrīzes?” [my dragon] You grind your hips down, but Daemon’s hands rest at your hips and stop your movements. 

“No,” he growls. “You are going to finish bathing. You are going to kneel on the bed, and you are going to wait patiently for your queen to return.” 

You whine, trying to escape his grip and get some friction. “That’s not fair, you started this.” 

Daemon pulls you closer, sliding a hand to grip your hair and pull it so that your back is arched into him. Your eyes flutter and you moan at the action. “Once Rhaenyra returns, we will decide what to do with you.” He leans down to nip at your exposed throat.

“What do you mean?” you say, moaning as Daemon licks and sucks at the bites he’s left. Your pulse races in anticipation. He kisses up your neck to claim your lips in a deep kiss, before leaning into your ear.

“Our naughty girl should be punished for keeping secrets. Don’t you think so, issa jorrāelagon?” [my love]

NOTE: Sorry to cut it off here, but trust me when I say the next chapter is in the works and it is going to be so long and so fucking filthy. I wanted to get this out earlier, but there was a project at work that needed done last night. Thank you all for being so patient and so supportive! “Lacie, why does half of your plot take place in a bath?” Because fuck it, we ball! Also, there are some ppl who I can’t tag, so if you’re listed and the tag list and not receiving notifications, please check that your settings are on “allow this blog to appear in search results” or message me if I messed up the spelling! ~ Lacie <3

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Never too tired | Part 1

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Sumary: Simon was tired, there was no denying it. He had been gone for five days hardly sleeping any of them, so when he returned you fully understood that he wanted to get inside and get to bed, that is until you feel he has other plans.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+, flirting, smut, fluff, cursing

Tag List: @yyiikes @talooolaaloolla

You were putting dishes away in the kitchen when you heard his car outside, and your heart soared. You had always missed him no matter how long he was gone, not to mention the relief of him coming home in general. You put away the glass you had been holding and speed over to the door, pressing your ear to it-the car door shut outside. 

You unlock the door and open in just as Simon reaches the front porch, the night air brushing your cheek. A smile comes over his face as he begins to lower his bags and open his arms for a hug. You can see how tired he is as you get closer, bringing you in a gentle hug between the two of you. 

‘Hello dove.’ Simon gives a small squeeze in your hug, the strength of his chest and arms around you making you feel whole again. You can feel how tense he is after it being days of what was probably no sleep or relaxation, and you force yourself to pull away, taking a moment to look up to him before making your way back to the door. 

He picked up his bags and made his way inside, the smile on his face holding strong as he made his way up to the bedroom. You quickly locked the front door and turned off the lights in the kitchen and living room, you wanted to get to bed as well. You heard the shower turn on as you made your way upstairs into the bedroom, Simons things were still packed away in his bag as per usual. You took his massive bag in your hands and tried to carry it out of the room with little luck. You were shorter than Simon and far weaker, but you were determined to help him unpack and relax in any way possible. 

You dragged the bag to the edge of the stairs and one by one slowly pulled it down until you reached the bottom. After a few breaths and mental preparation, you tried once again to haul the bag up and into your arms, this time with success. The bag blocked your view while walking, the darkness not helping but you knew this house well, and found your way to the laundry room where it took even greater strength to not let the bag crash to the ground while lowering it. 

You began to quickly unload his things into the washing machine, and organizing his items that he kept in the bag for hygiene and emergencies. You pause when you see a sliver of what looked like paper coming out of a hidden pocket in the bag. You feel your chest tighten as you reach for the paper and find it to be thick. Turning it over relief floods your brain as you see it’s a picture of you, you can’t fight the smile that comes over your face. With the laundry started, you take the now far lighter bag back upstairs and put away the last bit of his things, ensuring your picture was safely tucked away.

Just as you were getting into bed, Simon makes his way out of the bathroom in a towel. You had missed him being with you around the house and talking with you, but you also missed having him in bed. His hair still wet, he makes his way over to the dresser and pulls out a pair of boxers, going back into the bathroom to finish his routine. You waited in bed, eventually reading a book as he made his way out of the bathroom again, this time coming to join you in bed. 

You felt yourself becoming more excited by the moment, getting to sleep next to him again being a large portion of it, the other excitement you would push away for now. As Simon turned off the lights and laid down fully, his eyes shutting almost immediately, you cozy yourself up next to his arm as your hand rubs over his chest. He opens his eyes and sits up ever so slightly to kiss you, one of his hands cupping the back of your neck. 

You feel the heat between you gently simmering as a small flame, as he kisses your harder now, you couldn’t help but push into him as well. A small groan escapes his throat as he pulls away from you to stare into your eyes. You could make out most of his face from the light that was coming through the windows as moonlight. 

‘I missed you, every day. Thank you for unpacking for me.’ His gruff voice filled your ears as if they had been deprived for months instead of days. 

 His stare was more intense now as he took in the moment of the dim room to look over your features, his hand caressing your cheek. You put your own hand over his and nuzzled your face into his rough palm, looking back to him you respond in almost a whisper. 

‘Of course. I missed you too Simon.’ Smiles were plastered over both of your faces as Simon resumed his comfortable position, his eyes shutting. You could feel yourself yearning for more of him, and there was no doubt that he wanted you just as badly, that you knew. You knew also though, that he was exhausted and that there would be more time to have fun later on.

 He would never deny you if you had asked, and you certainly wanted it, the warm feeling in your stomach agreeing with the thought. Instead, you allowed yourself to look over him as you made yourself comfortable as well, taking note of his chest and shoulders, all that was visible thanks to the blankets. You felt tiredness begin to take over, so you leant your head on Simon’s shoulder and allowed yourself to drift to sleep. 

You figured it had only been a few hours or so when you were awoken by Simons touch. In your sleep you had turned away from him and his hand was flowing up and down your legs. You sit up to see Simon still on his back, his eyes shut and the rest of him unmoved. Your eyes drift down his body to see his bulge under the covers and have to resist to not do anything about it. 

You shake the thought from your head as you move to lay back down, only to find Simon staring up at you. Without words his hand made its way up your back and around to under your shirt, where he grabbed at your breasts. 

You were finding it almost impossible to not lean into his touch and ask for more. Instead you moved forward and placed a kiss on his forehead, and rested on his chest. You didn’t want to push him tonight and knew that he needed the sleep, his heartbeat entrancing you back into relaxation.

Again his hands traveled over your body, making their way over your hips and up your shoulders, then down to your legs, and in between. You inhale sharply as his hand rested over your now sensitive clit and settled. The warmth in your stomach a clear indicator that you wanted more of him, and you couldn’t help yourself. Ever so slightly you pushed your hips further into his hand, you missed his touch more than you knew. 

[piftamere]

part twenty-eight - information (wc : 1.8k words)

sitting in the cab on your way to the venue, you can feel the knot in your stomach tightening, it’s the first time you’re going to an event this big, to an event at all to be honest, and you’re worried about fitting in. the only reason for your presence being that you knew satoru wasn’t helping either.

having megumi by your side helped soothe your nerves a bit. you exhale deeply as you see the building near.

“hey,” megumi says, gently nudging you, “relax, it’s gonna be fine. and if it’s not, we can leave anytime you want, ok?”

you chuckle shakily “yeah, you’re right. i’m going to shake some hands, get a few contacts, eat, maybe drink one glass, and then we’ll leave” you turn to look at him, happy to have him with you, despite the tensions between you two these past few weeks.

he smiles softly, “sounds good to me y/n.”

as the car stops, you both get out, megumi holds out his arm for you to hold onto, you walk arm-in-arm, your elbow resting over his, up the stairs and through security.

you step in the building, almost immediately spotting gojo, surrounded by a horde of beautiful women. you exchange a glance and a polite smile, but you miss the way he grimaces at who you came with, and the way megumi straightens his back with a slight smirk.

getting closer to megumi’s ear, your hold on his arm tightening, you whisper “don’t leave my side please.”

you go over to the bar, ordering drinks for you both.

as you sip your cocktail you find yourself in a conversation with megumi and another artist, the sounds of the buzzing crowd enveloping you. it doesn’t last long before they leave but at least you achieved part of your goal for the night : get a contact.

megumi’s eyes flicker occasionally over your shoulder, as you follow his gaze you catch sight of gojo flirting with a girl, grinning infectiously. he’s leaning against a table nonchalantly, charming her as she hangs onto his every word.

she looks desperate clinging onto him like that.

you shake your head to chase the thought away, you have no right to judge them after all.

“typical gojo.” megumi remarks dryly

you hum, taking another sip “yup.”

looking around the room you spot a familiar face leaning on a table, drinking a bright cocktail. “yuta? hi!! i didn’t know you’d be here!” you approach him, smiling as you hold out your hand.

“oh hi y/n! nice to finally meet you!” he shakes it with a warm smile.

“yuta meet megumi, my best friend and long time producer.” they shake hands.

“you’re maki’s cousin right?”

“yep.” megumi hums, resulting in an awkward silence.

“uh- i really like what you did with the production on y/n’s other songs! i’m excited to see how ours will turn out!” yuta says with an honest smile, trying to fill the silence.

megumi turns to look at you, his brows furrowed, “what?”

ah shit.

“i didn’t mention it before but… i think it’d be good for me to work with other people. just for a few songs, to get a different feel you know?” struggling to find an explanation, you lean on the table, with a grimace as you wait for him to blow up or storm out.

“okay.” he nods, but his lips tighten into a thin line. you can’t really tell what he’s thinking or feeling, but maybe he’s taking it well? it’s not like you’re really betraying him, right?

like he felt the shift in the mood, yuta smiles awkwardly and changes the subject, you exchange a bit about your inspirations, as megumi simply stands there by your side.

“i’m gonna get some air, see you later.” megumi mutters, waving to yuta and yourself as he walks towards an exit without leaving you the time to say anything.

soon after, yuta sees someone he knows and excuses himself and you’re left alone with your near empty glass, watching it swirl. almost immediately, you’re face to face with satoru.

“so… came with your little boyfriend?” he mumbles, arm crossed over his chest, standing tall in front of you.

you sigh deeply, “hello to you too satoru.”

“yeah, hi” he forces a small smile on his face

ignoring his question, you ask “enjoying yourself?” gesturing towards the girl who was now staring at you, gritting her teeth.

“meh, i got bored,” he shrugs, before leaning against the table near you, a pout on his lips “i can only handle so much giggling and hair twirling before i start to yawn.”

“poor baby” the corners of your lips tug into a teasing smirk

“hmhm,” he nods, pouting more dramatically, “i could really use some comforting...”

you roll your eyes playfully, holding out your empty glass “go fetch me another drink first.”

“right away ma’am.” you watch him skip towards the bar laughing to yourself.

wondering where megumi went you look around and notice him having a conversation on the other side of the room, making you feel better about leaving him alone, even if he was the one who left your side.

lost in thought, you don’t hear the footsteps approaching, “all alone?” a deep voice says over your shoulder. startled, you turn around, wide eyed.

“oh hi suguru, you scared me...” you chuckle a little awkwardly.

“hi,” he practically coos, “on edge huh?”

“a little, but i’m having a good time.” you smile sheepishly, suddenly feeling a little awkward, not sure what to do with your hands. his eyes are low, and with the way they’re set on you, it’s making you feel a little like a prey.

“y-you look very handsome tonight!” you stutter out, not bearing the silence.

he chuckles, before scanning your figure “thanks, you look beautiful too-”

suddenly satoru appears, setting the glasses on the table next to you and draping his arm over suguru’s shoulders. “having fun?”

suguru smiles, his eyes narrowed at satoru, “we were.”

satoru sends him a glare, earning a laugh from the dark haired man, “i have something to do, i’ll see you around y/n.” he leaves, waving playfully at the both of you.

once again, you chose to ignore his behavior and taste the drink satoru picked for you, you hum “it’s fruity.”

“ya like it?” in response you nod enthusiastically, making him chuckle. “good.”

after you both finish your drinks gojo holds out his arm and asks “wanna get some fresh air?”

you wrap your arm around his, smiling softly “gladly.”

his eyes glint mischievously as an idea crosses him mind, “wait.”

you watch him, suspicious, as he lets go off your arm and quickly looks around before grabbing a bottle from behind the bar. at lightning speed, he takes your hand in his and leads you away from the crowd, running like he could get in trouble if he was caught, like it’s not his party.

still, you can't help but laugh along with him.

the bottle since long discarded, you walk in silence, enjoying the cool night breeze on your skin. for a while, the only sounds are your footsteps against the pavement and the faint rustling of leaves in the trees above. It’s a refreshing contrast to the earlier chaos of the party, you feel at ease.

satoru suddenly speaks up, breaking the silence, his voice teasing.

“you never replied to my question...”

“which one?” you hum, turning to face him.

he’s silent for a bit and you think he looks… shy?

“the guy… is he your boyfriend?”

you’re slightly confused, but you reply “megumi? no, he’s my roommate. i thought i told you about him.”

he sighs, awkwardly fiddling with his rings, “no you did i was just wondering if things had changed after seeing you together...”

you stand still, pondering if you really want the answer to the question on the tip of your tongue.

“and what would that change?”

“what?” he asks, facing you.

“what if he was my boyfriend? what would that change?” you hold his gaze.

“… i’d be jealous.” he admits, turning his face away from yours.

"really?" you reply, your voice tinted with skepticism. "aren’t you too busy flirting with everything that breathes to be jealous?"

he chuckles, the sound rich and genuine. "maybe," he concedes, his smile softening. "but somehow, it's always you who’s on my mind." there's a moment of silence, the air between you is heavy, and you feel a flush of warmth creep up your cheeks.

you’re unsure whether to laugh or take him seriously. noticing your silence, he continues, “you plague my mind, every thought i have leads back to you. everything i do seems better with the idea of you by my side.“

when he finishes rambling, you look down at your feet, a pout on your lips “come on, you know i’m putting my career first satoru, you can’t say that to me…”

he reaches for your arm, the feeling of his fingers tracing along your skin sends a shiver down your spine, before intertwining his fingers with yours. he tugs you closer softly, smirking “jobs are overrated anyway.”

you’re standing almost flush against him, you place your hand on his chest to try to maintain some distance between you two.“satoru, be serious”

“i’m being serious. i’ll show you you only need me.” he chuckles, placing his hand on your lower back.

“because you're not seeing anyone else? right” you reply, rolling your eyes sarcastically.

he shakes his head, the corners of his lips tugging slightly upward, “i got rid of them the minute you kissed me,” he pauses, “are you?”

whatever witty comeback you were about to say died in the back of your throat the moment you caught his gaze, so full of honesty and vulnerability you didn’t know he was capable of showing.

you’re at a loss for words, so you swallow hardly trying to gain some composure.

“the minute huh? you’re quick.” you whisper teasingly, inching closer to him.

his face looks angelic in the moonlight, his blue eyes piercing into yours. you bring your hand to his jaw, gently stoking his cheek, he leans into your touch, though his expression betrays his confusion.

his gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips, “y/n? what-”

you cut him off by pressing a soft kiss against his lips and he instinctively grabs onto your wrist.

you pull away first, his eyes are wide and his face is flushed. you whisper again “jobs are overrated, right?”

unbeknownst to you both, someone is standing a few meters away, having witnessed the whole scene.

fun facts :

nobara helped y/n get ready, and she took some pics of them

y/n has absolutely no resolve

author's note

👀👀

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tugging on heartstrings ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?

Part twenty-eight - Next

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[sxyves]

🏷 - harddom!lino. dacryphilia. degradation. hair pulling. unprotected sex (don’t do this guys). semi-public sex. orgasm denial. wc-685

you knew you fucked up when he gave you the look.

quickly excusing yourself to the bathroom, you cheekily smiled seeing the look of pure anger on minho’s face, looking at yourself in the mirror, happy with what you’ve accomplished.

that didn’t last long when you heard his footsteps approaching, panicking a bit but before you could even think of an excuse, minho had already entered the bathroom.

you felt the air thicken in the room,

“o-oh hey minh-”

he grabbed your wrist, spinning you to face him.

“what the fuck was that, __?”

you blinked once, then twice, unable to utter anything out of your mouth.

“i- uh-”

“you really just love being a desperate whore, do you?” he gave you a harsh slap on your face, bending you over the bathroom sink.

he scoffed, “showing off these pretty little panties to felix, hm?” his voice wasn’t all nice now, you could hear the anger pouring out his mouth with the wording he was using.

he gave you another slap on your ass this time, “answer me, i asked you a question.”

“y— no!” you could tell his eyebrows were furrowed, looking at him in the mirror, his cat-like eyes piercing through your soul.

“i-i’m sorry- didn’t mean to-” he yanked off your panties with a single move, your wetness contrasting with the cold air “minho wait-” he shoved two fingers in you, earning a loud, unexpected moan from you.

“look at how wet you are already, you knew this was gonna happen. filthy whore.”

“keep your slutty little mouth quiet, do you want everyone knowing you’re about to get fucked like the whore you are in here?” he snapped, covering your mouth with his other hand.

he entered another finger in you, your knees starting to shake.

“m-minho slow down— wait a little”

his fingers worked his way in and out of you, earning loud whines from your lips.

“told you to be quiet.. can’t even do a simple task for me” he gave you a slap on your face, pulling out his fingers and spinning you around.

“hm, maybe i’m not doing it good enough” you gulped, the sudden pulling out of his fingers making you whine a little, desperate for something more, something bigger.

by the chemistry you two already had together, he could tell what you wanted. without any warning, he shoved his cock into you, hands off of your mouth and no matter how many times he fucked you, you still couldn’t get used to the size of it. ruining your insides, making you feel so full,

your breathe was uneven, small pants escaping your mouth as you tried to cover them up by biting your lower lip. you could feel minho’s cold gaze on you, knowing he wanted this, he wanted to make you feel this way, your mascara running down your cheeks as he brutally thrusted into you.

“look at my cockdumb little princess, so pretty like this.”

your hands reaching over to grab the table you were being bent over right now, cries and pleas spilling from your lips.

“hngghf, m’so close min— please” you begged him, hoping he’d show even a slight show of mercy and letting you cum before your screams got so long the others heard.

“isn’t this what you wanted? to be fucked like the whore you are?” he scoffed, smirking at your desperate cries. “look at how -fuck- beautiful you look, all fucked out like this.”

you were too fucked out to process anything, mind hazy and only being able to think of him. feeling the cold air around you hit your wet pussy when he pulled out

“w-why” you cried out, “i was s-so close”

he scoffed, “do you really think dumb sluts like you deserve to cum?” you wanted to slap that smirk off his face but were already too tired to do anything, legs wobbly.

if it weren’t for him holding on to you, you would’ve collapsed by now.

“i’m not letting you finish right here, wait till we get home. we still have the whole night ahead of us.”

[sahkuna]

SUMMER FLING — TOJI FUSHIGURO

a request from @loves4ge for my summer fling event! tysm for sending it in!

Stepping out of your assigned fitting room, you leave the door wide open and give a whole 360° to the man who’s been waiting a good 10 minutes on the other side for you as you tried on clothes.

“So…” you drawl, smoothing your hands down your sides when you face him again, “What d’you think of this one?”

Sitting on one of the complimentary benches in a particularly vacant retail store, Toji stares (more like glares) long and hard at you.

“What do I think?” he asks, repeating your question, to which you give him a simple nod in response.

Tired eyes slowly skim down your figure.

When you twirl around so you may look at yourself in the mirror, Toji uses this as an opportunity to greedily drink in the sight of how the floral printed sundress cinches at your waist, hugging you juuust right and flows down the rest of your body, only stopping a couple of inches before your bare knees.

Ah, so it was that kind of dress.

When it comes to women’s fashion, Toji could give less of a damn about it altogether.

But one thing about sundresses, especially the kind that were mid-thigh was that he loved the easy access they brought. Loved not being troubled with consistently having to lift the fabric of your clothing so that he could get at you and what’s hidden underneath all those layers of clothes.

All it took was one flick of the material and a simple tug at your underwear and he would slip inside of you no problem.

Simply put, Toji’s a big fan of what you’re wearing right now.

You seem to notice this because before Toji can commit any more of your ass to memory, you swiftly turn on your heel and snap your fingers in front of his face, yanking him from his daze. “Hey!”

Snapping his eyes away from the lower half of your body with reluctance, Toji meets your unimpressed gaze.

“What? ’m suddenly not allowed to look at you?”

His feigned oblivious act isn’t gonna get him anywhere, especially when you raise a questioning brow at the man.

“You can look,” you start, “But don’t be—” You wave your hand aimlessly in the air as you try to find the right words to say. “Don’t get so worked up over it! We’re in public.”

Rising to his feet Toji walks up to you, to which you find yourself backing up a little. It’s only when he nudges the door shut with his foot behind, that you realized what he’s trying to do.

“Can’t help it if seeing you in something like that gets me going,” he says, ignoring your yelp for him to keep his voice down.

Once Toji’s crowded you into a corner you find yourself instinctively raising your hands to press them against his chest. “It’s just a dress,” you say.

Yeah, just a dress. A dress that had him wondering what it would look like bunched up around your hips, or slipping off your shoulders by his hand.

If you were trying to keep Toji at bay, to push him out and away from your vicinity, you were doing a pisspoor job at it.

“C’mon, one or two minutes with me here won’t hurt you,” his voice rasps into your ear. “Right?”

And maybe he is right, but you really can’t think straight with the way his hands keep sliding up and down the expanse of your thighs.

As the palms of Toji’s hands bunch around the flowy material of your sundress, three hesitant knocks rap against your changing room door.

“E-excuse me, sir?!” A frantic voice calls out from the other side of the door.

To say you’re mortified would be an understatement. You recognize it as one of the sales associate that helped you into the rooms.

You’re sure they must be nothing short of horrified, thinking two customers are getting down and dirty in their establishment.

“I’m afraid we only limit the change rooms to one customer at a time! So, if you could please…”

“Yeah, sir,” you tease under your breath, shoving the grumbling man off you and out of the fitting room.

Before you close the door on him, you poke your head out one last time and give him a provoking once-over. “Show some restraint.”

The harsh click of the door slamming shut is what has Toji standing still.

It’s only when he spots the employee from the corner of his peripheral that prompts Toji to breathe an irritated sigh, slumping back onto the bench disappointed with the turn of events. It sends them scrambling back into the store.

That sundress is most definitely coming home with you two.

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[yelenaslyubov]

You’re Mine

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a/n: here i am finally with another story!! i’m sorry it took so long, i’ve been going through it a bit and trying to find motivation again. this definitely isn’t my best work, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy :)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova x fem!reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut, language, daddy kink, alcohol, reader receiving, jealousy

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: it is New Year’s Eve, and of course the one and only Tony Stark does not miss a chance to impress with a party. you attend this party under the impression it would be just like every other event, but you are soon proved wrong after you make a mistake to talk to Kate Bishop. your girlfriend sees your encounter from afar and chooses to deal with your wrongdoing in her own way… but do you learn your lesson?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 2k

You watched the numbers increase on the small screen above you. The elevator whirled up an extensive amount of floors and you could hear music and voices getting louder as you reached the top. To top it off, you had to listen to lousy jazz music all the way up.

The elevator jolted to a stop and the noise right outside of the doors indicated the size of the group waiting on the other side.

You inhaled deeply and adjusted your clothing nervously. This was the last party of the season and you were all but happy. Parties and holidays brought out the worst in Yelena and you were ready for them to be over. Parties in particular were a sore spot and she had been acting childish as of lately.

She was easily irritated, didn’t engage in conversation much, wanting to leave early, and most importantly—her jealousy was through the roof.

Recently there were new recruits who have been hanging around more and getting to know everyone. Yelena isn’t the friendly type, especially when it comes to other people talking to you. Of course, you were simply trying to be nice while Yelena thought of it as a threat.

You assumed tonight would be no different.

As the elevator doors eased open the sounds were almost deafening. You couldn’t tell if everyone’s voices or the music was louder, either way you had a difficult time adjusting from the tiresome elevator tunes.

You should’ve known that New Year’s Eve would be a hit at the Avengers Tower, but somehow you thought everyone would be down in Time Square observing the annual ball drop. It was only an hour until midnight so there was still time.

“Hey… y/n!”

You see a hand waving through the crowd but can’t quite make out who it is.

From in between two individuals, Peter emerges panting. “Hey! I was trying to get your attention, but it’s kinda hard with all these people.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Hey, Pete. How long have you been up here?”

“Well if you’re talking about how long I’ve been up here at the party, it’s been about 2 hours…if you’re talking about how long I’ve been up here in general…all day.”

“Peter, why on earth have you been up here all day?”

He scratches the back of his neck. “You see, Sam said—”

“That’s all I need to know,” you stopped Peter. “Anyway, have you seen Yelena around here at all?”

“Last time I saw her she was over by the bar.”

You tried to see over the mass of people crammed into the room, but it was no luck.

“Damn, there’s too many people to tell. Thanks anyways, Pete.”

You slithered past sweaty bodies to make your way over to the bar in hopes of finding Yelena there. Even after all that work, Yelena was nowhere near the bar, but there was another friendly face waiting there.

“Hey, Kate,” you greeted her.

Kate smiled back with warm cheeks. “What’s up!”

“Not much,” you responded while sitting down on the stool next to her, “just enjoying another party.”

“You sound entirely enthusiastic about it, I can see,” Kate says.

“Oh yeah, I just live for these parties. I’m definitely not tired of them after the last 5 we’ve had.”

“I’m going to agree with you on that.”

You asked the bartender for a drink to pass the time as you sat with Kate.

“How have you been liking the tower?” you asked Kate as you sipped your drink.

“It’s definitely a change of pace. Working independently out on the field versus being here with the Avengers… it’s wicked cool!” Her excitement makes you smile, remembering the time when you first were recruited.

“Don’t get too excited, sometimes you miss working alone,” you chuckle.

There was an awkward silence after your last comment, which made you think that Kate might take it the wrong way. “Don’t get me wrong, I love working in teams, but sometimes independent work helps clear your mind.”

“Makes sense… does that have anything to do with Yelena?”

You jolt your head up. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, for one, Yelena is usually the only one you go out on missions with, and two, she’s staring at you like you killed Fanny.”

Your heart leaps into your throat as you turn to face the horror Kate warned you about. Kate wasn’t exaggerating. Yelena looked as if you had just committed the crime of the century.

“Is everything alright between the two of you?” Kate asked, apprehensively.

Your eyes never left Yelena while talking to Kate. “I’m not too sure now…I’m going to have to catch up with you later.”

You left Kate at the bar as you made your way over to Yelena’s watching eyes. The closer you got to her, the more your nerves overcame you. You weren’t sure what her problem was or what you did, and you didn’t want to suffer through the consequences of her anger—especially not tonight.

You were facing her now up close, letting the music pound into your eardrums while she slowly sipped on her drink. “Fun party, right?” Yelena yelled.

“Not really.” You stared at her once again, hoping she might elaborate on her previous death stare.

“No? Hmm, that’s too bad, I’m having a great-”

“Yelena, cut the act.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it.”

“I don’t know anything.” She smirked, but not the good kind of smirk. It was the kind of smirk where you know you had either fucked up or she did something awful.

“What did you do?” you asked.

“I didn’t do anything.” Her emphasis gave you all the clues you needed.

“Then what did I do?”

Yelena didn’t answer. She kept standing there taking small, occasional sips of her drink, almost as if the conversation was just as meaningless as the party.

“Yelena, I’m not doing this here.”

“Well, then let’s find somewhere else to do it then.”

You didn’t like her attitude at all, but you also didn’t want to leave the conversation unfinished. You looked around behind Yelena to see one of the many hallways they could sneak off to. You grabbed Yelena’s hand and pulled her down the hallway into a room.

“Is this satisfactory for you?” you asked, matching her attitude.

Yelena looked around the closet you managed to find. “It’s a bit small, but-”

“Oh, would you stop it!”

“No!” Yelena placed her hand firmly around your neck, slamming you against the closet door. “You stop it!”

You looked at her in shock. This wasn’t to say that this gesture was out of the ordinary from Yelena, but it was her ability to shut down so quickly that took you by surprise.

“You’ve been acting like a little slut lately,” she sternly said. Yelena could tell you were confused by her accusation. “Aw, you need help remembering how you embarrassed daddy?”

You tried to move your head forward to release Yelena’s right grip from your neck. “Yelena-” you started, but your head was pressed against the door once again.

“Don’t you know you don’t get to talk to other girls?” She moved her lips closer to your ear. “Don’t you know you’re mine, baby?” she whispered so delicately into your ear, your hair standing on edge.

Kate.

Yelena must have seen the realization written all over your face. You had been cutting it up with Kate while you were waiting to find Yelena. Little did you know, Yelena had been observing the two of you for a short time.

“Yelena, it’s not what it looks like,” you whispered.

“Oh, it’s not? Because it looked like you were interested in messing around with someone else, hmm?”

“No, that's not-”

“Ah ah,” she tuts. “I don’t want to hear excuses, baby…prove it to me.”

Your chest tightened. “Prove… what?”

Yelena smirked at you while her hand traced down the front of your frame. Her fingers ever so delicately slipped under the band of your pants.

“Yelena…” You could tell there was no stopping her from what she aimed to get from you.

“I want you,” she started, pausing while pushing her fingers past the barrier of your underwear, “to prove I’m yours.”

You were eye to eye now. Yelena’s eyes hung lazily with lust and revenge. She wanted to make you squirm… make you pay for how you made her feel.

She started rubbing gently against your clit, just enough to tease you. “Say it… ‘I’m yours.’”

“Yelena, please…”

“Say it!” she said, getting impatient. Her mouth was brushing against your ear, her breath hot against your skin. She bit your ear gently, hoping that you would make any kind of noise to grab her attention.

“I-I’m yours,” you whispered.

“That’s not loud enough, I can’t hear you.” With her words she picked up pace.

“I’m yours,” you moaned. You grabbed onto the wall in preparation for your legs to give out very soon. You even found yourself moving your hips against Yelena’s hand, your body craving her touch even more.

But you were angry with her. You were angry that Yelena was angry over nothing. This wasn’t unusual, which was the frustrating part, but you couldn’t help but drown in pleasure. Though it wasn’t Yelena’s intention to put you in a better mood, it was working either way.

“Such a good girl riding my fingers for me, but I want you to keep going. You can’t cum until I tell you to, baby.” The more she edged you on it only made you come closer to the edge.

In addition, you suddenly became aware of how loud you were being. You gained consciousness and were afraid everyone could hear you.

What if they notice you’re gone? What if they heard you? Or worse… What if they find you?

Your brain began scrambling. You couldn’t focus on the present, only what lies beyond the small closet the two of you were tucked behind.

Yelena could tell you were antsy, which only caused her more grief. Her other hand that was placed firmly on your hip tightened. She was keeping you in place so there was nowhere for you to run.

“I didn’t tell you to stop; keep talking,” she demanded. “I want you to scream my name loud enough to forget hers.”

The anger you were feeling started to melt away into only an ecstasy of pleasure. You couldn’t resist the way she felt against you, and you couldn’t possibly turn her away now.

“I’m yours,” you responded for her.

“That’s a good girl, but you’re going to need to be louder if you really mean it.”

“I’m yours!”

“There you go, pretty girl. I knew you could do it.” Her words went straight to your head, sending you farther into a daze. Your previous fear of your closet endeavors being seen had faded away, now all that was left was you and Yelena.

“You getting close, baby?”

She knew you so well. Your legs were quivering, your breathing was erratic, and your nails were digging deeper into the back of Yelena’s neck.

“I know you’re so close, but I need to hear you,” she begged of you.

“Please, Yelena,” you whined. “I’ll be good.”

“Aw, will you baby? Have you learned your lesson?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then show me…cum baby.”

“Oh, Yelena!”

You came undone per her command. You tried to cover your mouth to muffle the sounds that could be heard outside the door, but Yelena quickly swatted your hand away. She wanted everyone to know you were hers.

After you calmed down, you tried your best to support yourself on your weak legs. You opened your eyes to meet Yelena’s piercing stare. You definitely felt better but you could tell that Yelena wasn’t completely satisfied.

You had lost track of time until you heard the large crowd outside the door counting down to midnight. Of course you expected a kiss from Yelena for the occasion, but instead you watched her wipe her fingers on her pants and head out of the door.

You were suddenly left alone as the celebration outside continued. You leaned against the door and slid down until you reached the bottom. As you sat there, you wondered what possible lesson Yelena could be teaching you by leaving you alone at the top of the New Year.

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[stars1997]

Honeymooners

Paring(s): Nico Hischier x Fem! reader

Warnings: SMUT!!! (18+), shower sex, bathroom sex, vacation sex, thigh riding

(Not edited)

Summary: What better way to celebrate a becoming husband and wife than fucking like rabbits on your honeymoon.

Part 1

should I do a part 2??

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The lights flash, the music shakes the venue. His hands never leave your hips as you dance. the night was a blur. Your family and friends forgotten as you look into the eyes of the man you just married.

A smile from ear-to-ear cover both of your faces. You did it the man that you have been dating for three years is now your husband. You have waited your whole life for this moment, and it was exactly how you dreamt it would be.

“I love you.” You mouth to him. Your eyes wide with a sparkle.

The night felt like it ended to short. You say goodbye to the guest. Nico’s friends giving you a pat on the back and welcoming you to the family. Your family crying and hugging you as you try to break away from them to get into the car.

You wave one final goodbye as you slip into the passenger seat of the car.

“Kiss me husband.” You say to him. He leans over and kisses you, having to pull away so he can drive.

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Planning the honeymoon was one of your favorite things during you wedding plaining. You had to choose between so many different places but after some long and hard thinking you both chose to go to the Maldives. You were able to book one of those water villas.

The plane ride was long, but you and Nico go to snuggle up together. It feels like forever since you and Nico have had time alone with no interruptions.

When you got off the plain you had a diver waiting for you. the ride to the villa wasn’t that long. You and Nico sat in silence the whole ride just taking in the view in front of you.

When you finally got to your room. You flopped down on the bed. Your flight didn’t get in till six in the morning, so it was still very early.

Even though you slept on the flight you still felt like you could sleep for the rest of the day. Nico pulled your luggage through the door, struggling a bit because the door kept trying to close on him.

“Thank for your help babe.” Nico says, bringing in the last bag.

“I’m on my honeymoon I’m legally not allowed to do any heavy lifting.” You say sending a big smile his way. He lets out a laugh before joining you on the bed.

Your eyes close as Nico pull your body into his. “We can’t sleep we have to stay awake. Otherwise, we won’t be able to sleep later.” His lips brush your ear when he talks making you let out a little giggle.

“I know a way we can stay awake.” You turn so now you’re facing him. your hand now resting on his chest.

“I saw we go and wash of the germs from the plane together.” Your hand now moving lower and playing with the strings of his sweats.

You stand up, his eyes never leaving you. you pull your shirt over your body your bra was quick to follow. Nico’s eyes move from your face to your tits. 

Your sweatpants were next, now only being in your underwear. You grab your things and make your way to the bathroom. You could hear shuffling coming from the other room.

You pull your underwear down, now completely naked. You turn on the shower letting run for a minute before stepping in.

You take your hair out of the bun that it was in just as Nico walked through the door completely naked. Your eyes lock in the mirror, and you give him a smile. Your eyes then trail down to see his boner.

“Someone’s excited.” You let out a little giggle, turning around so you’re facing him.

“I am because I get to fuck my wife.” The way his words roll of his tongue makes your thighs clench.

He walks over to you and pushes you back against the counter. “I need you to turn around I want to you watch as I fuck you. you got that?” you nod your head not able to get any words out.

His hand comes up and pinches your nipple making you gasp. you knew he wanted you to use your words.

“Yes. Yes sir.” His hands grip your waist, flipping you around. The marble counter cold on your stomach.

“Your eyes stay open the whole time. I need you to see how good I fuck my wife. You got that princess?” you let out another yes, but it was so quite your surprised that Nico heard it.

His fingers move to your wet cunt. “Always so ready for my cock. You’re such a good girl, always so wet for me. Make sure you keep your eyes on me baby or else ill have to punish you and I don’t want to have to punish you.” His other hand grips your hair forcing your head up.

He used the tip of his cock to tease you. you push you hips back into his and let out a whine.

He gave you ass a little slap before pushing into you. Your mouth hung open as you struggle to keep your eyes on him. His thrusts were fast.

“Good girl doing so good for me. That’s it. Fuck, your always so tight for me.” He brings his lips to your shoulders kissing you and leaving marks.

Your eyes threaten to close at the feeling, but you somehow keep them open.

“I’m going to fuck you in ever place of this room. And then tomorrow I’ll do the same thing. God, I love your pussy so much. I love making you feel good.” You’re close now. His thrusts mixed with his fingers on your clit.

“I’m going to cum!” Your moans fill the bathroom.

His thrusts don’t slow down. His fingers pick up a little bit more speed. Your head falls back, eyes closing as you cum.

He thrusts into you a few more times before he pulls out. His cum landing on your back.

“I told you to keep your eyes on me. We are going to get into the shower and you’re going to get yourself off on my thigh. Then when we get out of the shower, you’re going to watch me get myself off. You won’t be able to touch me or yourself. You just sit there and look pretty so I can look at you.” He gives your ass a slap.

Both of you now stepping into the shower. He takes his time washing your hair and body before he slips his leg in between yours.

His hands grab your waist, pulling you closer to him. making your clit rub against his thigh.

Your head drops to his chest as he continues to move you along his thigh. Your nails drag down his back.

the warm water running down you’re back adding more to the sensations you’re feeling.

 It didn’t take you long to cum. Your nails dig into his back more. his mouth finding yours. His kiss was hard as he works you through your orgasm.

“Wash my hair for me?” he leans down giving you a kiss on your forehead. You let out a giggle into his chest. His hands still holding your body close to him.

[ibetonlosinghuskies]

patience and pleasure pt 3

summary: after dealing with a tough injury, azzi is just hoping for some stability. after their plans fall through, paige finds a creative way to give her just that.

warnings: angst, suggestive language, brief mention of injury.

disclaimer: as always everything i write is fictional!

word count: 2.9k +

author's note: sorry for the long wait, thank you for being patient. i tried something a bit different here, i hope you all enjoy <3

~Flashback to November 2023~

azzi’s pov:

i know everyone loves to believe their best friend would do anything for them, but paige really would.

i knew it from the day i tore my acl. the way paige was crying for me, i thought she got hurt.

i’ll spare you the details but recovery was hell. the worst part was seeing how much of it paige took on. she was at every physical therapy appointment and check up. she called me every night to make sure i was doing my recovery exercises.

between school and practice, paige managed to check in on me at any opportunity.

and the crazy part is...she made it all look effortless.

i didn't want paige to feel like all her hard work was going to waste, so i refused to let her see me when things got really bad. which as of recently, has been the case.

it felt like i was losing years of progress day by day. sometimes i'd lay down and physically feel the time and dedication being stripped from my body. i poured myself into this sport just for everything to be taken from me in an instant.

everything except her.

i remember one night in particular so vividly. i’d spent all day resting and watching enough reality tv to numb my mind.

paige called me every chance she got. seriously, you would’ve thought she was the one injured.

“AZZI, HOW WE FEELIN TODAY,” she yells through the phone.

“oh i’m doing great, p. thanks for asking,” i said sarcastically.

“you know what day it is right?” she asks, her excitement rising.

every year, we’d pick a day in the fall to drive out to my favorite restaurant, charlie’s. they have this amazing fresh basil pizza that i would (no lie) kill somebody for.

the tradition started after paige and i tried to learn how to cook at my house and almost burned down the place. after that, we agreed we'd just make the trip at least once a year. the only bad part was that charlie’s was about two hours away.

“yes, paige. how could i forget?” i say trying not to let her hear my smile through the phone.

“just making sure, i’ll pick you up in an hour,” she responds.

i started getting ready, carefully avoiding my leg. i wouldn’t say this to paige but i’d really been struggling. as much as having her here was great, playing with her was when the magic happened. so i’ve been really looking forward to this, at least some things didn’t change.

i was almost done getting ready when i got another call from paige.

“hey…azzi, bad news,” she speaks softly as if she might scare me. “charlie’s got shut down last month.” she sounds almost as disappointed as me.

“oh,” i respond. it feels as if my world had just collapsed.

i can’t think of anything else to say.

“i’m so sorry azzi, we’ll do something else. i know how hard everything's been recently,” she pleads frantically. she almost sounds like she’s gonna cry.

“nah p, it’s fine really,” i try to sound happy.

“hey i’ll talk to you later, k?” i hang up before she can hear my voice break.

god, why does everything have to be so terrible right now.

paige’s pov:

when i found out about charlie’s, my heart broke for her.

i'd been visiting or calling azzi almost every day since the accident. i know she's gotten annoyed by my overly enthusiastic phone calls but it's the only way i've been getting a smile out of her.

i still remember the first time we went together. from outside, charlie's didn't look like anything special. just another hole-in-the-wall joint tucked between a pawnshop and a laundromat.

but my god, the way her eyes lit up when we stepped inside.

the small interior illuminated by the warm glow of an excessive amount of lamps and chandeliers. none of which followed any cohesive style.

vintage southern soul records croon from the speakers with a gritty authenticity.

i wasn’t a fan of the food to be completely honest, the basil pizza azzi raved about tasted like...pizza to me? the real beauty of charlie's was the ambience.

azzi was the air that breathed life into this place.

a honeyed glow kaleidoscope refracted on her face, her smile still brighter than the surplus of lights. while we ate, azzi gushed over the art covering the wall. effortlessly naming different artists' with the ease of a soul singer.

despite looking like they hadn't been watered in years, resilient dark green vines twisted around bookshelves and counters. the rebellious desire to bloom.

a pale imitation of my admiration for her.

the drive back home was my favorite. a peace seemed to have washed over her, clearly satisfied with our trip. with a special kind of softness only azzi had, she'd hum to herself.

i'd sneak looks at her while driving, watching as the sun flickered on her face through the trees. a slight breeze carrying her curls. the drive was long and boring but moments like this made it all worth it.

so when i found out about charlie's closing, i knew exactly what i needed to do.

it only occurred to me after i'd been deciding between tomato sauces for a half hour, that i might have a thing for her. i stood in the aisle, comparing two nearly identical cans, scanning ingredients like a mad man.

get it together, bueckers. its just pizza.

but it wasn't. it was the way her eyes darted around the room. the slightly higher pitch she took on when she talked about it. the velvety texture of her laugh.

it was her.

i just want everything to be perfect. she deserves it.

i bought both cans just to be safe, plus i needed an extra just in case i burn the first batch.

i must've looked like a crazy person, repeating the list of ingredients under my breath. finally snapping out of my trance, i locked eyes with a bouquet of flowers. the same kind of flowers she'd put in her hair when we went on vacation.

a postcard from simpler times, laced with her careless joy.

without a second thought, i threw them into my basket. the hard part would be what came after. i can't cook to save my life.

after countless attempts and enough youtube tutorials to last a lifetime, i finally had something. a misshapen pizza in the vague form of a heart.

at the very least, it'll make her laugh.

the second hard part was picking an outfit. i usually had no trouble finding an outfit to fit any event but tonight was different. it felt like i had sifted through my entire closet when i finally spotted it– one of azzi tank tops.

would it be weird if i showed up to her house in her clothes?

all things considered, i think it'd be the least strange thing i've done for her tonight. i lifted the top over my head slowly, letting myself catch a hint of her perfume. an earthy vanilla haze coating my thoughts, heat rushing to my face. i'm almost jealous of the damn thing for getting to be so close to her.

if i focus hard enough i can almost feel her touch.

despite my own preferences, i left my hair down. shaking out my roots so my curls fell a bit out of place.

she'll fix it for me anyways. she always does.

i know her. her warm brown eyes will scan my hair and she'll try to ignore it until she can't anymore. she'll let out a big dramatic sigh and roll her eyes then tuck one of my loose curls behind my ear. maybe even throw in a comment or two about charging me for being my personal hairstylist. but behind her sarcasm, azzi's touch carried a kindness i'd never seen before.

i tapped my fingertips anxiously against my steering wheel when i pulled into her driveway. i took a sharp deep breath before stepping out of the car. i'd been to her house hundreds of times, but there was something different about this.

i just hope i did everything right.

my hand shakes slightly as i ring her doorbell.

azzi's pov:

my body flinched when i heard my doorbell. i had been trying to take my mind off of charlie's closing by finally reading one of my favorite thrillers. a bit paranoid after reading so much suspense, i took a deep breath before walking to the door.

i swear if it's another one of those salespeople again. like how many times do we gotta say we're not gonna get solar panels? and at this time of the night? that's some persistence.

as i swing the door open, and my words catch in my throat. paige stands there, fighting off a soft smile. in one hand she carries a small glass container, her nervous fingers fidgeting with the foil on top. in the other hand, golden yellow and red flowers peek out from behind her.

she didn't.

"i just thought i'd– " before she can finish her sentence i fling my arms around her neck nearly knocking both items out of her hands.

feeling her arms wrap around my waist, i nearly cry. my eyes sting and i take a steadying breath into her ear.

paige might just be an earth angel.

my heart swells in my chest, a sweet ache. with my head on her shoulder, a familiar scent wafts toward me.

was that my perfume?

i hug her for a beat longer when i finally pull away, her fingers trace my waist.

she wears my clothes like they were made for her.

"you could've told me you were gonna get all dressed up," i tease eyeing my shirt.

"we always get dressed up for charlie's," she shoots back with a smile.

and just like that, i'm okay again.

holding the door open for her, i get a good look at her outfit. my gaze lingering on her curves, the fabric melting around the rough edges of her muscles.

even in my porch light, she looked like a supermodel.

watching her plate the food, i felt something deeper than my usual admiration for her. she carefully finds a vase for the flowers. she could navigate my kitchen blindfolded. her fingers sorting through my silverware, a domestic intimacy. things were always so easy with her.

for a moment, i could see our future– not as a new vision, but our inevitable path. a kitchen of our own, shared tableware, late night cooking. i felt a claim to this future like it was promised to me.

shit– i've been staring at her this whole time. i should help her with the food.

i bend over the counter to grab the plates, letting my body drape over her forearm for a moment. i feel her eyes trace my body, a nervous awareness of my movements. straightening my spine, i caught her eye. a carnation-pink dusting her cheek, she snapped her eyes to the floor.

oh, i'm definitely gonna have to catch her staring more often.

as she unwraps the container, i finally get a good look at the pizza: an irregularly shaped crust, with slightly burnt edges.

is that supposed to be a heart?

a giggle bubbles up in my chest and i turn my face to hide it.

"paige, what happened here?" i say between laughs. my eyes softening out of genuine sympathy.

"hey!" she's immediately defensive. "this is a piece of modern abstract art, you're into that stuff anyways," she pokes my side smiling.

"ah, yes. was picasso an inspiration for you in this piece?" i tease.

the fact that paige can't microwave popcorn without setting off the smoke detector but managed to make a whole pizza for me is...impressive to say the least. i almost don't believe it was her.

did she really learn how to cook for me?

my heart swells at the thought of her checking the oven anxiously, flour dusting her cheek. the image is so sweet, it makes my head hurt.

"well, i think it's perfect," i finally let her off the hook.

"that's not all either," she grabs her phone out of her pocket.

a playful smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she scrolls. finally tapping her phone, a few familiar notes of a song plays. it takes me a moment before i recognize it– "loved by you" by kirby.

oh god, she wouldn't–

but of course, she would. grabbing a wooden spoon as a microphone, she belts in right before the chorus.

"cause i heard that heaven ain't easy to get to…" her voice cracks but from the look on her face she's completely tone deaf.

i take a seat, raising my eyebrows at her while holding in a laugh. she beams at me, dramatically taking a deep breath before the next line.

"closest i'll get might be right next to you," she drags out the last note. her wooden spoon microphone in one hand, she cups my face with the other. i can't help but flash her a smile, her thumb falling into my dimple.

a loving warmth radiates from her touch, i have to resist the urge to lean into her palm.

only paige could look this gorgeous while being so ridiculous.

there's something so special about seeing her like this. dancing around my kitchen with the confidence of veteran performer. unabashedly herself, pouring out her heart just to make me laugh. this is when she looks the most beautiful.

"paige, my neighbors are gonna think i'm torturing small animals in here," i taunt.

"boo, you're such a hater," she laughs between verses, still singing.

her hair falls out of place slightly, just adding to her beauty. standing up, i take the strand and tuck it behind her ear. her singing softens to a whisper when she feels my touch.

breathless, her eyes flicker to my lips, and i swear i could hear her heartbeat race. i search to meet her eyes but they remain intently on my lips. her sweet nervous breath tingling against my cheek. she sways ever so slightly, and my breath hitches, thinking she's gonna close the gap.

"azzi–" she closes her eyes briefly.

she's so close to giving in, i can see the indecision on her face.

"how have you been, like really," her eyes open, filled with tender worry.

her question catches me off guard. i thought i'd been doing a good job keeping all this to myself.

she sees right through me.

after everything she's done for me tonight, i owe her a bit of vulnerability. i take a deep sigh before answering.

"it's been... tough. yeah. i haven't been doing great." i respond, recalling countless days i've spent wishing i could get back to normal.

"you know, i'm here for you, right?" her words carry intention, i know she means it.

"i know, i just didn't want to be a burden," i feel my words catch in my throat. my eyes start to water.

"oh, azzi–" she pulls me into a deep hug. "never say that again."

paige has this amazing ability to make my worries disappear in just a few sentences.

i melt into her hug, my body going slack in her arms. a few tears land on her shoulder. i can't think of the right thing to say, caught between thanking her and apologizing.

"whatever you want, okay? i'm here. even if it takes a million of those little picasso pizzas," she laughs softly, stroking my back.

"speaking of which, they're probably getting cold by now," i pull back collecting myself.

she nods, giving my hand a squeeze before letting go. despite its shape, the food is great. dare i say it may even be better than charlie's, but i wouldn't tell her that.

like always, we fall into an easy conversation. in just the span of a dinner, i can feel weeks of heavy apathy fall off my shoulders.

how did i get so lucky?

paige's pov:

seeing her smile was the highlight of my night. even if it was just for a few hours, i'm glad to have my girl back.

empty plates sit forgotten on the counter as we lounge in her living room. sitting as still as i possibly can, azzi's head rest on my shoulder. her breath slows to a sweet hum. i watch her chest rise and fall like waves crashing on the shore as she dozes off.

of course, she also looks pretty when she sleeps.

i hate to interrupt this beautiful moment, but it was getting late.

"azzi," i whisper to her, trying to wake her gently.

"hm," she whines, slowly blinking.

"i should probably get going," i say, hoping she can hear the reluctance in my voice. knowing if she said stay, i would.

"okay..." she responds finally sitting up. "just one more thing."

anything. whatever she wants.

"yeah, what's up," i try to sound nonchalant like i wouldn't drop everything for her in an instant.

"can you help me take my brace off so i can change clothes?" she sounds almost embarrassed for having to ask.

"yes, of course," i respond, failing to hide my eagerness.

she stands in front of me, using my shoulders for stability. my fingers work at the straps gently. my movements are deliberate and careful as i grip her hips. as she changes, i find a spot to stare at on the floor respectfully.

"better?" i ask.

"yeah, thanks" she replies bashfully.

i stand to hug her goodbye. i swear it hurts a little more each time i leave.

"thank you...for all of this," her breath tickling my shoulder as she speaks.

"always." i hope she knows i mean it.

loving azzi was the easiest thing i've ever done in my life.

[styxwanderer]

Hey you can ignore this if you don’t want to answer that. This is an idea to a reaction for the Twst cast to Yuu/Reader being mad at Crowley.

But IMAGINE Yuu/Reader getting told by Crowley that they can’t actually return to their own world because either it wasn’t possible to begin with or had some kind of time limit to which they could return home. And what if Crowley knew for a long time and just didn’t tell Yuu for whatever reason. Now they are so mad and want to commit arson.

I, at least, would ask Ortho, Epel or Floyd to help me empty out Crowleys office and pile it up outside making a big bonfire. (I wold make copies of all his Documents, (I’m not that cruel) I would just hide them to see the look on his face) I would also add things like magnesium, sulfate and other tings to make pretty colored flames.

I love your writing style and I hope you could write your ideas about this.

NRC Tales: No Way Home |

〖Twisted wonderland〗

Dear Neufra darling, I love that brain of yours. i want to kiss it! Sorry it took a while, my brain just kept on generating new ideas for this prompt. I hope you enjoy this fic.

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“HOW COULD YOU?!” You screamed at the face of the old crow. All respect and calm demeanor to the side. 

“N-Now now..” Crowley was taken aback at your outburst. He  would have never expected these reaction coming from you, the usually calm and nice you. Yet here you are, vein threatened to burst out of your skin.

Why had this happened? 

It is simple.. 

You had discovered that this bastard of a headmage of yours could’ve actually send you back home a month ago, but since he missed the exact timing and all, he decided to cover up his mistake hoping no one would noticed. 

You went to report the headmaster of the progress you made and clues you have regarding a passage for you to went back, yet the crow was not in his office. 

Then you discovered the letter and a piece of paper explaining how the passage mirror works in regard to traveling through dimensions. The next possible time for a dimension travel is approximately 1000 year after the last one. This enough had make your heart clenched. You noticed the date written for the next possible time for dimension travel is a month ago.

Everything was blank for you, “no.. its cant be.. no no no..” 1000 year?! Is this a joke? Human can’t even live past 200. You ears ring as you have difficulty to breathe air. 

Admist of your panic the door turn revealing Dire Crowley. 

“Oh! You surprised me! You should’ve waited outside if i am not in the office .. well? Are you alright?.”

“You… am i alright?” You scoffed. As it clicked to you, the paper was in crowley desk, He knew, he knew but choses not to tell you anything, he knew but chose to pretend and leave you with your meaningless tedious investigation.

“What’s the matter?” 

“How could you…”

“Sorry?”

“HOW COULD YOU!!” You screamed pointing at the paper, you felt blood rushing up your head as tears build up your eyes, you can never see your parents again. Your siblings, your beloved pet, your friends. ‘I am now truly as good as dead to them.’ 

“A—ah.. now.. now..” 

“NOW WHAT?! I can’t.. i can never see my family… why? I can’t… HOW COULD YOU!” myriad of emotions blast through your nerves, but most of all the pain in your heart. You can’t breathe. If you can’t breathe then might as well scream. 

“YOU KNEW. YOU KNEW ABOUT THE DATE! WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME? Why?! “ you could feel your salty tears rushing down your face.

“I am sorry.. but..” Crowley was taken aback by your outburst. Sure he felt guilty but at the same time, he couldn’t reverse time. 

“It was in your desk.. it was in your desk all along. The solution.” You vision has now blurred its view. You tried to wipe it but it kept flowing.

“I am sorry.. there is nothing i could do.. on the plus side, you have a new family now in twisted wonderland you see, new friends too, so don’t feel so disheartened.”

You could not believe your ears. You lift your face from your hand as you stare at his smiling face.

I want to punch that.

“ARGHHHHHH” You grab the nearest lamp stand as you pulled it off the switch as you lunged to this bastard. 

“AAAAAA!!” The crow screamed

‘BOOM!’

‘Crashhh!’

Your body was hurled into the desk by an explosion, landing you to the inside of the desk. Everything ache, you felt that you might have cracked or broken a bone, but you are too numb to notice.

“Headmage!” The door slammed open as the red haired man walked in as he rushed towards Crowley side.

“What happened here? We heard shouting.” The man in a fancy business suit follow in tow.

“Somebody finally have enough of your shit huh old man.” The lion werebeast too walked in.

“Now who would’ve done that?!” The white hair man 

“No matter we need to dispose such unruly person, tch.. it’s always violence first.” The actor draw his Grimoire wand. 

“Hii.. is this an assassination attempt? That’s scary.” A flying tablet walked in.

“Whatever it is, such matters could be solved instantly.” The man with two black horned too entered.  It is rare for Malleus to be present the dormleader meeting, this time Lilia had kept his eyes glued and tell him to go to the meeting hence the rare occurrence. 

They all have just finished their discussion in the dormleader meeting and were heading back to their respective dorm before hearing a loud shout and noises coming from the office. They decide its best to investigate. 

In a glimpse riddled saw somebody was about to attack the headmage and hence the explosion spell. 

The lightbulb of the lamp shade has shattered upon impact. Some of the shard had managed to pierce your hand. But no matter , you could not feel the penetrating shards nor the flowing blood. You were driven by rage, rendering you senseless of others. You did not even noticed who had entered the office. All you want to do is to get back at Crowley the way you know to do. You can’t do magic, but you sure can cause physical harm. 

A loud slam brought the dormwarden attemtion to you. You whom had felt your shoulder dislocated, decided that it is an obstacle, hence you slam your shoulder back in place by slamming it to the desk. You felt no pain, just a hollowing despair.

“A monster…?”

“No thats..”

“Y/n!!!”

The housewarden could only gawk at the sight of your furrowed eyebrow, vein popping out on your side. A clear fury drenched your face.

“no no no no….DONT GET IN MY WAY” an anguished cry came from your mouth as you eerily stood up and charged towards the headmage. Your bloody hand leaving trails as you shove Kalim and Vil away so you could get to the headmage. 

‘Y/n?!!’ 

Just as you were about to get a hit of that masked bastard you felt two strong arms holding you under the elbow, dragging you away from Crowley.

“Unhand me! I SAY UNHAND ME!” You struggle through Leona’s grip, kicking both your legs. You are manic.

“Eugh, calm down! Calm down, Y/N!” Leona whom had managed to snapped out of his shock tried to reason as he struggled to keep you in his hold.

“NO!! Please!! LET ME GO! Let me go!” Your eyes starts to blur once more, this time you can’t wipe the tears away, you don’t bother to do so, you had one goal to achieve. Tears are pouring freely from your manic eyes, eyebrows scrunched up marring your face. There is blood coming out one side of your face from the explosion. You are bruised all over, your clothes ripped and untidy, your hair a chaotic mess. 

Your appearance brought all of them to agape.  

Malleus upon snapping out rush to your side, helping leona to contain you.

“Y/n, please calm down.”

“Erkh, oi stop gawking start helping.” Leona snapped 

“You are bleeding!” Vil run to clasp your hand that hold the lamp shade tightly. 

“Let go.. your hand is injured.” He tried to pry it off your hand but you hold still. 

Your bloodshot eyes still focused on Crowley as you try to shake these obstacles. 

Kalim and Idia are staring blank to afraid to move. The gentle sweet you all gone replaced by your rage.

“Y/n! Im.. im so.. in sorry..im sorry” riddle stammered, he was ridden with guilt for casting the explosion that caused your injury, he hurt his precious person. 

“Whatever the fuck did  you do to rouse this reaction?” Azul turned to Crowley. Unable to stand the sight of your despair. 

“Uhmm..” crowley hated the attention that was instantly directed to him. 

“TELL THEM WHAT YOU DID! TELL THEM!! You.. YOU BASTARD!” You shouted still in their grasp unable to move further.

“I might have missedthetimelimittosendthembackhome. And the next possible date for it to happened again is 1000 year after last month Its not my fault—“ 

“FUCKKK YOUU!” With a new found power you try to pry those latching to you.

“Oii!” You manage to stagger Leona as he lost his grip, letting you slip. as much as Leona think you deserves to beat the crow to pulp he noticed your injured state, not wanting to worsen your condition he held on.

“Stop it! Stop it y/n. You will injure yourself.” Kalim rushed to hug you on your waist allowing Leona to keep his grip on you. 

“How could you missed the date for such important event?!” Riddle shouted to the headmage.

“And you don’t think to tell them!” Azul turned to shout.

“MOVE! AAAAARGHHH!!”  Frustrated by your inability to move you wailed.

If the housewarden were to be asked years after of the events that happened today they will always remember your anguish filled scream. Its deafening yet they could only feel their hearts cracking, as if they were hit by a hammer that let the pain vibrates through their whole body. 

It lasted not only for 5 second, you were screamed continuously for how ever long it takes for your lungs to be a depleted balloon. It is relatively a short time, but it felt like hours for the housewarden. At the end of your screamed you slumped down as those surrounding you lowered you to the ground slowly, vil finally taking the lamp shade out from your grip. 

“I… im… im never going to see them again.. im never going to see my family again… im never ..” you are interrupted by a sob before fully bursting into tears. Placing both your hand to your face. 

You felt yourself being wrapped in an embrace of the lion and a leathered hand patting your head. Kalim still holding you from the waist was moved to tears too. 

“Its not fairrr..” you squeek between sobs.

“ How could you be so irresponsible?” Vil shouted towards crowley.

“God help me im about to smash this lamp shade to your head instead!” Vil shouted

“Now now c-calm down.. lets talk about this.”

“What is there to talk about? Look at the pain you have caused!” Azul glared

“This is totally unacceptable! How could you?”

Riddle felt his head starting to colour red.

“This is enough, you have proven to me that you do not deserve to stand by them, now perish !” Malleus lift his hand up from your head as he walked towards  crowley, he himself felt enraged for what he did to you.

“Wa.. Wait wait wait!” Crowley stepped back, he sure wasn’t expecting the dormwarden to gang up on him, more the king of briar to be involved.

Malleus got close and closer as he clasp his hand on his neck.

“Eekh.”

“What is going on here.” The red robe man walked in inspecting the office, he was followed by the dog loving professor who too had been alerted by a heart wrenching scream. Behind both of them the big gym teacher too, follow them inside. 

The teachers sure wasn’t expecting the headmage to be choked by one of the student more over Malleus, they too wasn’t expecting the headmage to be surrounded by the other housewarden who had looked enraged. 

“what is the meaning of this” crewel demanded. 

Just as the teacher rushed in, the door opened for another trio.

“MYEH! What’s all the noises!” Grim rushed inside of the room

“We heard a commotion. Is everybody alright?”The spade boy rushed in with the heart.

The three of them were in their way to pick you up, since they were informed that you are going to report to crowley about the first year group hard-found investigation. They were planning to walk you back to the ramshackle dorm and have a midnight hang out with you and the others. 

Upon seeing the sight of malleus choking the headmage and the wrecked office they froze.

“Uwah.. what’s will all these mess..” ace surveyed the room. 

Crewel too observed the room before his eyes trails to another group in the room, he found you bruised, bleeding and sobbing into your hand as leona hugged you protectively  from behind and kalim, who is also crying, apologizing to you as in condolences, hugging your waist. 

“Crowley what did you do to my pup?” He spits. He won’t take shit from the man, looking at how broken you are not to mention the scream. He could feel the despair from your form. 

“I demand answer now!” Trein who had think of you as a stepchild, steps ignore the state of crowley who was still in the hold of Malleus. 

“I, i accidentally well.. miss the date in which the is the only possible date to open a transport to another dimension and the next date would be 1000 years from last month.” 

“And how are they in a ragged state?”

“Uhm.. that is my fault i thought the headmage was being attacked by an stranger so i cast an explosion spell resulting them to be thrown to the desk and landed behind. I am sorry.. im sorry y/n” riddle face was painted with guilt.

The silence given by the teachers is foreboding.

Crewel pull out his phone as he dial a number. “Hello I’d like to report a child neglect. Yes from NRC.”

“Wait wait wait! Please! Its a simple mistake, we living being made mistake.” 

“Not as crucial as this, this is just pure idiocy, that comes from me who doesn’t really understand much.” Vargas said.

“This is truly despicable.” Trein shouted

“Thats so fucked up!” Ace shouted

“No shit!” Deuce continues. 

“I knew we should never trust this bastard!” Grim snarled. Grim then rushed closer to where you slumped. Concern painted his face. “Henchmen…. are you alright.” 

The commotion starts again as the teachers too started to bash the neglectful headmage.

“… What.. what's the point..” you whispered a sob , slowly you put down your bruised and bleeding hand.

“What?” Kalim asked between sobs.

“What’s the point of living… everything… everything that i do is meaningless…” as the last word spout from your mouth your eyes rolled to the back, with your rage calmed into despair the extend of your injuries soon begun to catch up on its effects resulting your consciousness to fade. Its most likely from when you hit your head on the desk and then the floor resulting a blood injury on the side of your head.

“O-Oi… wake up. Y/N WAKE UP!” Leona stern voice laced with concern has alerted 

“Y/N! Y/NN!!” Kalim and grim yelled trying to wake you up. 

All attention turned to your limped body as they rushed towards your side. Crowley being dropped to the ground with a loud thud.

“Move movee!” Riddle shoved through the crowd.

“Leona lay her down and slightly elevate their head. Kalim let go.” Riddle shouted.

The sobbing Kalim of course refused to let you go, he is concerned for his dearest friend. Vargas had to pry Kalim off your waist as he clung to you. Leona comply because he know better.

Riddle begun a quick check up on your breathing. 

“They are not breathing!!” Riddle cried

“Move away give them space” Crewel pushed back the crowd as they all step back. 

Riddle then begun to do CPR on you.

The others watched with anxiety running course their veins. Dread filled their system as they thought of the worst possible outcome. After a while riddle managed to get you to breathe. Even if its faint at least you are breathing. With leona pressing on the wound in your head to stop the bleeding.

“We need to bring her to the infirmary hurry!” Riddle yelled.

Leona being the most athletic picked you up in an ease and rushed towards the infirmary. The others followed agreeing that there is a more precedented matter at hand and decide to deal with crowley after the matter is settled. 

Once they have arrived to the infirmary the nurse rushed towards you, ripping you away from leona’s arm asking them all to wait outside as they perform their knowledge to treat you. 

Leona stared at his bloody hand, it is not often that dread filled his guts, usually its a bitter annoyance, yet not all he could feel is anxiety amd dread. 

The rest was no better, they all thought of what they could’ve done to prevent this, what they regretted. None of them are prone to wishing, since a wish are for children. But now they found themselves wishing that all of this is a nightmare. Wishing that this would be over soon. Wishing for you to just open your eyes.  begging and praying for you to be alright, and for the you whom would embrace them in a warm hug with a gentle smile on your face to return not the lifeless ghastly you. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

In Ignihyde dorm,

For once idia wished he is present in that office instead of observing from the comfort of his room. His room felt chilly, shivers run down his spine, he was left speechless, so was ortho, who had been brought to attention by the commotion could be heard from idia’s monitor just as he was about leave to the ramshackle dorm gulped.

“Brother… what should we do?”

“I.. I dont know ortho..but we can’t leave them like this.”

Idia rushed as he and his brother rushed to the infirmary.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

in the infirmary,

The nurse finally were able to give you proper care as they patch you up, all that rest was for you to wake up.

Those do not settle well for any of the teacher nor the housewarden and your precious trio. They decided to keep you take turns to keep you company. Not knowing when you will wake up. 

The first is grim since he insisted so hard and refuse any other attempts to debate him. This meant of course that ace and deuce too to insist. And hence they got the first 5 hour to company their injured friend. Ortho insisted to stay with the group as well. Saying he is able to detect vital signs as the hours near the time of your collapse a crucial hour. So he wanted to check in you. 

Second goes to Kalim who is persistent about being any help to you what so ever. Kalim felt hopeless and useless. He wished he could’ve done something for you. And he blame himself for not being able to prevent this event. 

The third is Idia who had come in a rush with ortho, he volunteered to everyone surprise.

The fourth goes to Malleus, whom had  insisted since “he could stay up late than any other”. 

The fifth goes to vil whom had insist that since it would be in the break of dawn he is the most eligible guy for this because he woke up early. 

Sixth goes to Leona who snapped out of his trance.

Seventh to Azul, who was looking pale as if a shark was tailing him from the dark depths, he felt powerless like he was when he was a kid. And he loathe that. 

And last but not least to riddle. Whom still feels guilty for casting the explosion spell.

The days in which you are laid unconscious were tense and restless. An eerie silence has swept NRC. The dormwardens who were not on their shift returned to their dorm bringing the news to those who knew you. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

In Heartslabyul dorm,

When Riddle was rigid, he was devastated of the fact that he himself was the reason of your injury. He was greeted by trey and carter who upon noticing his face was concerned amd ask him what happened. 

When Riddle finished with the news, both thought that riddle was playing jokes at them, it is after they noticed Riddle tearing up that they realized how dire the situation was. The both of them are shocked to find that their friend bawling from guilt.

Trey and Carter calmed Riddle down and talked him out of his guilt, it truly wasn’t Riddle’s fault. 

The two of course wanted to give the crow a piece of their mind. Carter was about to make a video cancelling the headmage in his magicam (he was stopped by Riddle, even though he himself wanted Carter to post it.).  

Trey hastily walked to the kitchen to bake a lot of baked goods for their injured friends, having nothing to do Riddle and Carter helped Trey gladly, and so the three of them spent all might in the kitchen making fantastic delicious food for you. but of course they can’t forget a tart for the crow, a tart that shall be name ‘the pest killer’. Carter and Riddle too gladly help with his ill intent baking. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

In Savannaclaw dorm,

Upon noticing the smell of blood on their housewarden who looked grimmer than he usually was Ruggie and Jack rushed for answers. 

“Eugh so noisy…” 

With a sigh Leona begun the story, recalling the previous incident. 

Jack rushed to the infirmary, disregarding Leona’s attempts to stop him, leona could only sigh and let Jack be. 

Ruggie was in shell shock, he cannot believe the headmage! Just what kind of headmage neglect his duty?! He pity you, he wanted to go along with jack but he decided its best to do so later. Now he will plan the demise of a crow with the lion. That’s what he gets for messing with their pack.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

In Octavinelle dorm,

Azul was staggering back into his dorm, noticing the arrival of their friends Jade and Floyd. Noticing the pale they tease their friends but in actuality they are curious and concerned about the thing that made their friend so disheartened. Azul share the story, he felt himself going back to his overblot personality. 

Jade and floyd were silent, their face grim, their eyes were flashing dangerously. They looked to each other, and then a eerie smirk painted their face, 

“we can’t let that slide can we.” Said jade.

“We are going to give this crow the tightest squeeze ever!” Said floyd.

“Yes.. maybe a bot of a waterboarding action would make the crow realized that he fucked up.” Azul joined in.

But of course they find your well-being to be the outmost importance, so they will busy themselves watching over you until you wake up.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

In Scarabia dorm,

Jamil was surprised to find his ‘friend’ come back to Scarabia a crying mess, when Kalim notices Jamil water begun to pour once more from his eyes as he rushed to hug his friend. 

“What happened?” Jamil sigh asked patting Kalim back. He was no surprise of Kalim

Burst of tears, his childhood friend are prone to waterworks since he wear his feelings by the sleeve. It is the reason that shocked him. 

‘That damn bird brain!’ He hissed internally. Jamil wanted to go to you directly, but Kalim cling to him making him stuck. 

They did get their turn on the shift and so the snake waited patiently. He decided to cook a recipe from his mother for when he was sick hoping that would help you with recovery even if you. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

In Pomefiore dorm,

“Why so grim Roi du poisson?” Rook questioned, noticing the slight slump in his overall perfect posture as vil walked back to his dorm. 

“Of course i should’ve expected from your ever so vigilant eyes…” vil begun to tell the tragic tale of yours. 

The french boy could feel his smile dropped 

“oh what a tragedy. How the most beautiful rose are the most prone to be picked first. They would wilt in the dirty hand of such a scum. Such a greedy hand doesn’t deserve to hold such pretty flower on their blooming days.” 

His face was slowly casted with the shadow of his bangs. As malice run course his vein. He was not a fan of violence but to protect such a rose he wouldn’t mind to get his hand dirtied on. 

He decided to listened when vil started planning the demise of the dirty crow. He supported Vil cruel method to the fullest. 

Epel who was eavesdropping on the conversation rushed to the hospital wing of NRC, he wanted to this is a mere talk, but he knew Vil would never fuss himself over meaningless gossip. He still wished it was not real and you are fine and awake and will greet him with a smile on your face. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

In Ignihyde dorm,

Upon returning to his room Idia slumped in defeat, he is useless powerless once more, 

“I can’t… I can’t lose another person..” 

He begun to bury himself in work, he wanted to make sure you recovered well and Crowley to get what is coming to him. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

In Diasomnia dorm,

The briar king arrival was greeted by his vice leader and his two peers, but to him it was just his family greeting him back.

“Waka-sama! Thank you for your hard work!” The booming voice snapped Malleus put of his rage trance. He didn’t even notice the ice trail he was living behind. 

“Oh uh… yea.” Malleus answered 

“Its.. cold isn’t.” The silver haired boy softly spoke. 

“Malleus is thought i thought you to better control of your emotion. Look at the ice trail.” The bat fae man scolds.

“Ah i did that. Im sorry.” With a snap of his finger the trail was gone. But now he was faced with the concerned faces of his family. 

“Malleus what exactly happened..”

“I guess i need to tell you this as well.” Malleus sigh in defeat as he share the tale of how Crowley absolutely messed up your mental capacity.

“I should’ve crush his throat when i got the chance.” 

The room seemed to dimmed. When the shock was broken Lilia was cursing the damn crow. Silver who was angry stayed eerily quiet. ‘Unfair’ he thought. ‘Thats unfair!’ He felt dreadful sorrow for you enough to filled hos eyes with tears. After all that you done for them, they could not help you. 

Sebek who was in a silent trance excused himself in a hurry. His pale face is apparent. ‘No you have to wake up… i still have some stuff i haven’t get to say to you’ he thought as he rushed out of his form into the infirmary. He may sound rude or strict but he do truly cares about you and his friend. He regretted not being frontal about his feelings. 

The rest three of them could only do what villains do best. Planning to absolutely crush the crow with a wretched smile on their face. Even silver was in on the plan, without the wretched stained smile of course, he believe just was needed for you, he will become your knight in shining armour. Afterall, the damned bird had attacked their family, and there is a dire consequence to pay. 

All of them regretted that they couldn’t protect your from this event, they wished they were aware of what Crowley did. This includes the other teacher who wished they to participate in the investigation to find your way back home so that they could at least be aware of Crowley and his neglectful behaviour. If only they are apart of the investigation, they would be able to prevent this event from going. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The infirmary was cold and quiet. Ace, deuce and Grim all looked sullen. Grim was teary, crying for you to wake up soon. Deuce was praying for you to get better, to open your eyes at the very least. 

Ortho was observing you diligently monitoring your vitals and looking for a sign in case your symptoms worsened. Though that doesn’t mean he was not haunted by the event. 

Ace was deep in his thoughts how he regretted not coming with you to the headmage office.

All of them regretted not being with you in the office. The image of your hollow dull eyes was imprinted in their memory. Your scream ringed in their ears. A shadow casted the infirmary.  

First was jack who came in,

He was taken a back by the sight of your limped body, the visible bandaged wrist and arm a sore to his eyes. He felt rage for whoever made you like this. 

Epel was next, 

He looked as surprised as as jack muttering “its a lie.. its a lie no way..” before going mad himself  he wanted to cuss and find Crowley right then and there, but he stop himself for the same of you. 

The last to come was Sebek, 

Who had come with a teary eye. Seeing you so broken, fragile like glass he turned away to wipe the flowing tears. How sad your fate were. He find himself mad to the perpetrator. ‘How dare they.’

They all wished to have been there to inform the investigation  they all did to help you to go back home. They wish they are in the office comforting you rather than leaving you alone to discover such secrets. And to be there to prevent you from spiraling into a despair manic breakdown. 

When their turn is up, they exchange their shifts, the sneaky first year get to company you twice since they insisted to go with their perspective housewarden when it is their shift.

 Grim was there all the way, and if he wasn’t, it meant that he was dragged away from your bed by just anybody to get himself fixed and have a proper meal. 

All of them begged for the little miracle they could have. They know miracle does not happened at all for the likes of them, but this time, just this once they wishes and pray to the great sevens to bring you back, to make you open your eyes. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Your eyes could finally flutter on the dawn of the fourth day since the incident. You noticed that the sky was still dark. You tried to look around but a sharp pain ring your head causing you to winched. 

“Mon cheríe!” The hunter, whose eyes were fixed on you relaxed as he rushed towards your side. 

“Thank heaven! Please lay still.. you don’t want to further the damage in your head.” Vil sternly reprimand, he was sitting on the other side with a book in his hand.

��Y/n! Y/n!!!” You are awake!!!”  You see feel a soft furry friend rushed to hug you from your bedside. 

“Thank heavens!! Hey grim! Give em sum space would’ya!” The purple haired boy half shouted, 

They felt a part of their anxiety evaporating from them. But that is not enough

“Hnn.. what.. happened?” 

“…..”

“You…” vile stammered

“Y/n!! What's my name?”

“Epel, of course your name is epel..” you croak, your throat dry. 

The three people plus direbeast in the room sigh a heavy breathe, your memory is intact. 

“Here drink some water. He gently prop your head with his hand as he gently tip the glads of water into your parched mouth. 

Licking your dry lips you felt yourself weakly placed back to the bed.

“I.. i passed out…”

“Yess.. you have a concussion from the explosion.” Vil explained.

“The explosion…..” you muttered.

“I… i can’t go back… i can’t.. my family… i .. i can’t see them anymore.” You sobbed . Large bulb of tears spill from your eyes as quickly as it had pooled. 

The room was blurred by your tears and your sobs filled the room. 

“.. in sorry..” you hurriedly bring your hand to cover your face. You felt embarrassed to cry like this but you can’t help the tears that is pouring. 

“No stop that.. it’s not your fault mon cheri.”

He brought your hand back to the bed. Rook took a handkerchief from his pocket as he wipe your tears gently and carefully. Rook doesn’t find it disgraceful to see you in tears, in fact he thought your eyes looked like a jewel. 

He wished to comfort you very much, to take away the pain from you, but all he could do now was simply wipe your tears. 

Grim was silent. He could only lay his head on your chest as he try to comfort you with his padded paw. 

In all honesty Vil and Epel too doesn’t find you disgusting or messy for crying, rather they want you to cry on their shoulder, to comfort you the best they could. Same as Rook, they wished to wipe that tears away from you.

“Whatda’ya mean?! If its anybody fault its that damned bird!” Epel half screamed in his thich accent.

“YES YES! If i meet that crow! I’ll bite em for you!” Grim enthusiastically said.

“Epel is right! Never apologize to something that is not your fault!” Vil sternly advice. 

“.. thank you.. guys..” You try to suppress your hiccup and sob 

You were driven back to sleep because of your little breakdown much to the dismay of your friends. Your body and mental was too exhausted after the sobbing mess. 

They were all relieved that there doesn’t seem to be a sign of your physical damage to worsened but they could not bring them to be happy because you are so broken mentally. The little breakdown you have made a painful sting in their heart. 

“Rook inform the others that y/n is awake.” Vil ordered.

“Yes, Roi du poisson.”

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The others soon rushed to the hospital wing upon hearing the news. Their excitement was crushed to see your sleeping red tear stained face. 

“Hey, i thought you say she was awake?” Floyd lowly muttered, irritated.

“she fell back asleep.” Vil said

“Don’t mean with me?!” Leona growled 

“And who asked you to urgently come to infirmary?”

“Y/n really woke up!” Grim argued

“Yes! And she fell back to sleep from.. crying.” Epel continued.

A commotion starts, They were being loud, and accidentally waking you up. 

“Uhmnn…” 

“Oh she really is awake!” 

“Hey! Great now you woke her up!”

You were rubbing your eyes. As you begun to slowly sit up ignoring Vil insistent to get you to laugh down. 

“At least lay here,” he grab another pillow from a nearby empty bed and he prop them up to make a comfortable sitting cushion.

“Thank you, vil.” You smiled. 

“uhm.. i made everyone worry.. im sorry.” You attempted to bow, you meant to only hurt crowley but here you are bai g a burden to everyone. 

Everyone protested. Vil grabbed unto you shoulder and prop the back to the pillow stack.

“What did i just tell you about apologizing for a mistake that isn’t yours?”

“Ah but i did made a mistake.. i become a burde-“

“Don’t finish that word! You are everything but a burden! And it was me who cast that blasted explosion spell, i caused your injury, i am very sorry you/n” Riddle felt shame as bow for forgiveness to you.

“After all you have done for us! It is us who could do nothing to help you. We are the one who should be sorry.” Lilia affirmed.

“ you have always been here for us, yet now…” Ace uncharacteristically said.

“We are sorry..” Kalim who was bought to tears again and were being held by Jamil as to not rush as hug you.

“No.. no.. please, Riddle i don’t blame you at all everybody in the bright mind would do that, and all of you are never a burden to me.” 

“Then don’t ever say you are a burden ok” silver spoke.

“Yes don’t you dare utter such blasphemy to your name!” Sebek yelled

“If its anyone fault! Its that damn birdbrain, don’t worry shrimpy I’ll give him a hugee squeeze for you~”

“Yes a punishment is at due.” Jade joined in.

“With no charge of cousse don’t worry yourself!” Azul smirked.

“Now here you muct be hungry, i made you my mothers recipe.” Jamil brought out a warm stew for you to eat.

“Yes! Jamil food always healed me when im sick!” 

“Ah yeah! After that you could have all the cake, tart, cupcakes, scones you’d like!” Trey add. Showcasing the whole baked goods he mentioned. Some of them are made in a cute animal shape.

“The heartslabyul bois made them with love~” Carter giggled.

“ whoa they bought the whole bakery to the infirmary!” Ruggie gawked

“Heh such a beloved spoiled herbivore you are.” Leona mused.

“You need to eat well y/n, for recovery!” Jack reminded.

“Yes that is true! A high nourishing food is good for a speedy recovery!” Ortho beamed. 

“Ah ok.. you went to pick the spoon up as the stew was placed in front of you, only to feel a the sun-kissed skin gently slap

It away.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He scolded. Jamil then picked up the spoon and scoop the stewing stew from the bowl, then he blow on them gently before moving it close to your mouth.

“Eh…” you blushed upon realizing what happened.

“C’mon the stew is spilling.”

“Ah ok..” you stammered. You hesitantly open your mouth allowing Jamil to feed you.

You felt quite embarrassed as you chew away the meat in your stew. 

“Oi…” 

“Why does it have to be you who feed them?” Ace grumbled.

“Because he made them.. don’t worry we will get out turn soon” deuce grinned.

“We should’ve bring them food too! Don’t worry next time i will cook a delicious meal for you!” Lilia announced.

“Oh uhm.. hahahha no.. i dont want to burden you hahaha.” You panicked.

The rest of them reminiscence the day they get to eat lilia food, the lot of them turned green.

You glanced at Tsunataron, Sebek, and Silver for help.

“Ah uh don’t worry we will help too!” Sebek boomed.

“Yes we would be the outmost help!” Silver joined.

“Yes we will keep a close watch!” Malleus continues.

“Hahaha thank you guys” you giggled.

“I too have a mushroom soup in mind! They are very nutritious you see!” Jade beamed as he always does when he talk about his mushrooms.

“Eughh stopp! Dont feed just mushroom to little shrimpy! They might get stomach pain!” Floyd complained 

“I agree with floyd, though the best of monstro longue food is at due!” Azul promised.

“I too have a recovery recipe for you, you will be healed in no time!” Vil said

“Oh! The great roí du poisson cooking for you, how luck must you be mon trickster.” 

“ big brother and i could come up with aomet too right, big brother!”

“Yes leave it to big… maybe not food hahaha.” 

Idia stammered at the end

The lot of them seeing this begun to have an idea to bring you food in the idea to get to feed you. Leona despite not saying anything brought you meat to eat, he said meat is very important for recovery. It was a very delicious meat, 

“Of course i bought them from only the best restaurant.” Leona smirked. 

…Rich guy.

Ruggie brought you his grandma ultimate recipe.

Idia unable to cook decided he will just made you a gaming console for when you are bored. You thanked him. He put a multiplayer game and other game too so the three of you could play together.

Occasionally the faculty member come to visit, 

Crewel would come bringing a potion for your health, he did scolded you for letting your anger control you. But at the same time, he understands why. Mainly he was concerned for his child pup

Trein would check up on you occasionally sneakily giving you treats, anything for his ehem favorite adopted grandchild student. 

Vargas patted you on the back trying to console you and occasionally visit you too, he noticed how small you look and can’t to want to protect you. “Next time there is any problem just call daddy! And i will be there in an instant!” He boomed with his white shining teeth. He really could an actor in a toothpaste commercial.

Sam was filled in on what’s happening after crewel came in eyebrow burrowed, smelling of tabacco and demanding the finest bottle of wine. He felt pity for his favorite child costumer. He visited you bringing you trinkets and candies from all around the island, he said its free of charge and that not to mind it since he was giving the candies away anyway, though you suspect he lied about that part. He often patt your head as you pop the snack or candy he brought for you.

The first year would visit you for hours after class it seemed like it has become their hang out place. Right after school ended, they rushed to go to the infirmary. They bring snacks with them and of course the famous Felmer apple juice. They would bring today's notes to you and do homework together, play game together, or any other stuff to cheer you up. 

The lot of them made you feel better though you are still saddened about not being able to see your family, you have to agree with Crowley that the family you have in NRC is heavenly for you.  

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Finally come the day you are discharged. 

The dorm planned a party for your recovery of course with the permission of the teachers. They bring all sorts of food and drinks. You enjoyed everything, their laughter, their pranks, the way they joked, the way they care for you and one another. Everything made the hollow in your heart to fill up.

“Now are we ready for the main event!” Azul announced.

“Eh main event?.. what is that.. i was not aware..” you whispered to grim.

“Hehehe! Just wait and see henchman!”

“We sure are!” They cheered, their eyes were glinted with mischief and wickedness.

“Introducing the flaming pest!” Lilia cheered as he flew above and lifted the sheet covering the stand.

It was Crowley tied to a wooden pole as stack of hay was stuffed in his surrounding. 

“What.. what!! HEY!! Released me this instant!!”  He screamed. 

“Whats the meaning of this! I expect better from you housewarden!! Crewel! Trein! Vargas! Sam! Save me!!”

He was meet with a smirk. Crewel raised the wine glass to his mouth as he sip the succulent wine. “ may you rest in pieces.” The two other laughed. Trein just smirked silently and sip his wine ready to watch the beautiful flaming pyre. 

“NOOOOO!!!” 

All of them jeered and laughed. You could only find your self in a state of shock amazed of house brilliant and caring your friends are, you are brought to tears.

“Ah y/n is crying!”

“Why are you crying dearie.”

“It must’ve because of that bird!” 

“I DID.. Nothing .. at least now.” Crowley defended himself.

“No it’s not it, it’s just.. I'm just touch at how caring and lovely you are.” You are meet with couple embrace from the first year group whom had stayed by your side. 

“What a heartfelt sight you truly have a gift to bring people together. BUT NOT THE RIGHT TIME NOR THE RIGHT CAUSE! C’mon i am Sorry alright!! Pleasee!” 

“Thank us later once the show has begun, now be amazed!” Jade beamed from your behind holding your shoulder as he lifted your chin up to see the stage. 

“Alright!” 

“Pull the lever!” Ruggie howled.

‘Click!’ 

“No nooo!!” Crowley shouted, he was so very sure he was going to die burning to the death, yet no fire ball come through. A bunch of hay fall through from nowhere, a summoning spell.

Then followed with tons of bags, robes, and coat. Another batch comes tons of hard worked documents., and a sofa.

“Eh..”Crowley was confused about the whole thing, until he realized that all of those stuff was taken from his room and office. 

“NOOO!! My Dioz branded coat! My Guzzi Bagg! MY VALENTINE ROBEE!!! I worked hours for that document pleaseeee. my 8 million thaumark couch!

“Set them on fire!” Kalim cheered

“YEAYYYY!!” 

Carter was filming the whole thing. He will send the video to idia to render for high quality and will distribute them to those attending including the teachers. 

Each dorm were given a chemical to throw into the fire,

The Heartslabyul were given Lithium to turn the fire colour red.

The Savannaclaw were given Sodium to turn the fire colour yellow.

The Octonaville were given Caesium to turn the fire colour bright purple.

The Scarabia were given Radium to turn the fire colour bright red.

The Pomefiore were given Potassium to turn the fire colour darker purple.

The Ignihyde were given Indium to turn the fire colour Blue

The Diasomnia were given Boron to turn the fire colour green.

This of course is conducted safely. The idea comes from both Rook and Trey with the approval of Crewel who is also supervising them in this event.

“NOOOOOOOI!!!!!! Stop stop!! Burn me instead nooooo!” Crowley struggle two times the effort but to no attempt. Leona and jack had made sure that the ropes tightly dig into the headmage body. 

“ARGHHHHH!!” The headmage felt utterly despair as he too faint from shock.

You are mesmerized by the different colour that flashed by the pyre.

The whole party cheered. The bags, coats, and robes completely turned to ash.

Everybody had the same thought in their head. 

‘Serve him right for messing with y/n.’

You grow silent again for a after cheering as reality seep in on you.

“Hmm what’s wrong, are you not satisfied with the display?” Jack concerned voice brought attention from the rest of the group. 

“No it’s just.. since i will be here forever i don’t know where to go after i finished with my studies. I can’t do magic so i am practically useless in this world.”

“What are you saying henchmen! You and i will be together forever i am the one who could cast magic and you shall be the brain!”

“Yes and besides I wouldn’t mind if you take the last name Roseheart if you would allow. I will forever protect and i will provide you with anything you want. I will be a lawyer you see! You will be living the best of your life with me. And grim too of course. Besides i need to take responsibility for giving you, your first kiss.” Riddle instantly offered.

Your brain short circuited. “Huh… eh..” 

Did you just got proposed?!

No way right?!

“NO WAY! Y/N you should take Ashengrotto instead you see i will be the next biggest billionaire! You wouldn’t need to worry about penny of what you want to spend, unlike a lawyer who need to rely on a client to earn living. And frankly, CPR does not count as a kiss!” he sneered

“What do you mean by that huh?!”

“No, y/n you should come to briar valley instead! You could marry one of my son, i have options anyone you choose would guarantee to provide you with the best, Malleus will be king of briar, my other two will become a royal guard! Although i wouldn’t mind if you want to spend your days with my last years.” Lilia claimed.

“F-father.. but y/n its true i will provide you the best I could.” Red tint his cheeks.

“YES! I don’t care if you are a human, you are truly the best of best, i would be honoured if you are willing to spend your days with me.” Sebek blabbered blush. 

“Y/n would you consider, you shall be the queen of briar valley and i your king. We shall spend our moment with joy, i guarantee your safety and riches.” Malleus confidentially proclaimed red tinted his ears.

“Hah, and what lock her up in that dark gloomy tower of yours? Y/n you should ignore these guys. Come with me and become y/n kingscolar, your good friend ‘Tsunatarou’ are not the only one with a royal blood. Come with me, i will ensure twice what they offer. Be my queen herbivore.” Leona smirked extending his hand. He might sound pompous but the red tint on his face says otherwise.

“No, you might be royalty, but the al asim family possess riches compared to a royalty! And Kalim is the heir of al-asim! You should come to scalding sands instead!”

Jamil shouted, yes he just promoted his best friend, but who to say you can’t have an affair with him. 

“Yes! Yes!” Kalim agreed

“No way! Your family is riddled with murder attempts the leeches are guaranteed to be veryyyy secured! Shrimpy won’t need to be cautious when eating their food nor do they need to sleep with one eye open.” Floyd smirked. 

“Yes you could chose the either of us, but in all honesty i dont mind sharing with my brother you see, we always share out stuff anyway.” Jade laugh into his hand like a proper gentleman he was.

You never would have thought to see the leech brother blushing but here you are, 

“I am a renowned actor! The number one barchelor in the entire island! You should take my hand instead! I will promise you fame and glory! You will be rich and beautiful, you shall be my queen.” Vil too joined in with a blush to his face.

“Heh all actor have expiry date you know.” Leona tease

“What do you mean by that?”

“He meant when you are all wrinkly and old!”

Ortho tease, the gremlin inside of him seemed to have awakened.

“I am still far from that age! I am not old!!”

“But you depend on it.” Ortho teased again.

“Oh truly marvelous! But y/n I wouldn’t mind if you choose to go as Schoenheit, I too have to propose for you to take the name hunt, I promise to protect you and guide you till the day we have to separate naturally.” Rook proclaimed.

“Rook.. you dare betray me..”vil was once again shocked.

“You shouldn’t shock since you saw what was under my room wallpaper, and me as your supplier.”

“Huh.. that made perfect sense.” Vil sigh.

“Y/N .. w-would you go to S.T.Y.X with me! I know i might not be much, but i assure you! Styx have the best protection, they even manage to beat all of these housewarden. I want to rule styx with you… uhmm thats too cheesy!! The point is!! I would like to offer the shroud last name if you allow me to be with you!!!” Idia stammered. His hair tip turned pink as he fiddle with his fiddle with his fingers out of nervousness.  

“Yes y/n! We would have a lot of fun adventuree!” 

“Absolutely not.. not in a chance i’d let that happen.” The overblot boys yelled.

“SHADDAP!! It's not your choice its theirs!” He yelled.

“ARGHHH… ya kno, the bunch of ya! Not everythin is about richesss! Y/n! We could build our Felmer farm together! And I will take care of ye for the rest of ma days! I vowed to ya!” Epel declared! Face flushed red both from anger and rage.

“The Bucchi name would look good on you y/n. I promised to find any means to provide for us! And even if you don’t I don't mind if you want to have an affair with me, i can share!” Ruggie assert himself.

“Or me in that case! I promised to protect you as long as I can breathe, I may not have a mountain of riches but i will ensure a peaceful calm life for the both of us. What do you say y/n would you take the howl name?” Jack continued. 

“Y/n I may not have much as well, but I can ensure you a fun and on going life! I will provide for you! All you need to do is give cay- cay lots of love ok? And I promise you everything and the name diamond.” Carter too extended his hand.

“My family have a bakery and my sibling, and my parents are a very lovely and warm people! My parents and siblings loved you already! I will vow to be there for you always to the end of days, to provide for you in sickness and in health.” Trey fixed his glasses in nervousness, yet he delivered his message perfectly. 

“NO! Y/n! MY MOM LOVED YOU ALREADY! She kept going on and on about when you are going to visit! You don’t need to worry about horrible mother in law!! She adored you just as i have come to adore you… i-if you are willing to take the spade name.”

“No way! They would not last with somebody with the brain of a peanut! Y/n i will climb to the top of top! And provide you with everything there is in the world! How about that? Will you take the Trapolla name.” Ace too declared.

“So who would you choose?” 

“LIKE HELL I’D GIVE MY PRECIOUS PUP TO YOU BRAT! Wolves! STAY AWAY! Y/n will you become my child instead! Here you can sign your name here and here! I will provide you! And if you want a job you could be my exclusive model for my brand!” Crewel wave his riding crop to shoo away your barchelor as he hovers you and adoption paper.

“Teacher we too can find y/n a promising job! Away, no harrassment shall befell them!” Some of the students argued.

“I jest, y/n you should come with me! I have experience with kid. You shall be taken care of with the outmost dignity. I have enough to provide for everyone.” Trein claimed.

Vargas and sam are satisfied to be the strong protective and the spoiling uncle, yet they found themselves offering you the same offer.

“I own a family business far and wide and mysterious, i will tell you all about it if you sign here and here.”

“I will protect you from all the troubles amd boys! Over my head body!” 

“Whoa, you manage to make the students fight one another and the teachers too! Such power you have, henchman.”

You are left a blubbering mess.. 

“Huhhhhh!!!!!!” 

“Don’t worry the great Grim will choose the most perfect eligible barchelor for you! You don’t mind anybody right?!”

“A..AA ….”

“Okk! such trouble this henchman brough me" Grim smirked

And hence the chaos ensued.

Though, it is safe to say that Crowley would not dare to pull something as such or mess with you again. Reports said he had become more diligent and responsible to his work. Such trauma you caused him.

So, whose hand will you take, my dear?

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This is by far the longest fic I had written 9219 words?! YIPPEE

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Hi I just read you’re Colin and Benedict series and I just wanted to say how much I loved them both. I can’t wait to see what you write next. We need another chapter about Benedict and y/n children. Again: absolutely adore you’re writing 🌻🌼

Thank you so much my love!! And you are absolutely correct, I did need more of Benedict and y/n. here's a very quick lil drabble! I hope you enjoy <3 Also, they're using non-toxic paint which I am pretty sure is historically accurate lol. 

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

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pairing: benedict bridgerton x best friend!fem!reader WC: 1.6k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, alluding to sex, benedict and y/n having kids, benedict and y/n being very in love

March 14, 1824 – Y/I,

I apologize for not being there as you wake, but I have undertaken a special project with our children. We are not to be disturbed at all today if you can help it.

I asked Anthony to procure you the book you were so intent on finding, and he has, as is typical, been able to find it with relative ease. The book should be waiting for you downstairs at the breakfast table.

Yours,

B

You giggled, giddy as you read your husband’s note. Benedict had been away visiting with a French artist for a few weeks, and you had been left to take care of the children on your own (with the help of their governess, of course). And while you did love them dearly, caring for three small children left you little time to yourself.

After Ben had come home the previous night, he had promised you a surprise in the morning, and a day to yourself was truly one of the best things he could give you.

Sighing contentedly, you descended the stairs so you could begin reading in the gardens as soon as possible. As you passed Benedict's studio, you heard quite a commotion going on inside but decided against investigating. You had an entire day to yourself, after all. Might as well enjoy it.

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After several hours of reading and only a few breaks in between, you decided that, no matter how much the quiet solitude was relaxing, you had simply missed your best friend too much to stay away. 

Knocking firmly on the studio door so that you could be heard above the noise, you eagerly awaited any indication of what your children had been doing with their father all morning and a better part of the afternoon. 

"Just a second!" called Benedict, and you heard bouts of giggling and rummaging. 

"How long is a second?" you asked after a few moments. 

Opening the door wide, Benedict smiled as he lay eyes on you. Sneaking a quick kiss on your lips and grabbing your waist as he led you into his studio, he said jokingly, "Impatient as ever, I see."

"Only for you," you smiled sweetly, pecking him on the cheek. 

Leaning down to whisper in your ear, Ben responded, "Oh, after last night, I'm quite certain I knew that already."

You gasped, scandalized, and hit Benedict on the arm. 

"Ben!" you chastised lowly, not amused in the slightest. "The children are here."

He only laughed at you.

"The children are quite busy, actually," he pointed out, nodding over to where your two daughters were helping their youngest brother smear paint on a canvas. 

"Is that what you've been doing all day?"

Benedict nodded proudly, scooping up your oldest into his arms while your other daughter remained focused on directing your youngest. 

"Do you want to tell Mama what you've done, Poppy?" he prompted.

"Papa says it's a masterpiece," she said smugly, pointing over Benedict's shoulder to a canvas that had what looked to be a big house surrounded by flowers. "It's our cottage!"

You gasped in delight, looking at all the different flowers she painted. "That certainly looks like our garden, doesn't it? And I do believe that is a poppy, just like your name" you commented, giving her a kiss on the top of her head. 

"And what have the rest of you done?" you asked your remaining children, who by now had collectively given up on Cedric's painting. 

"Cedric, of course, has created a more... abstract piece," said Benedict, looking thoughtful as he assessed the mess of colors in front of your son. 

Being only two years old, he certainly did not have any sort of artistic direction in terms of painting, but it seemed like he had a wonderful time nonetheless. 

You laughed at Ben's commentary but ultimately agreed that your son's artwork was wonderful. 

"Mine is the best," said your other daughter, Lily. "Look, Mama! Doesn't it look just like you?"

Holding up what could only be described as a giant jumble of lines and two barely discernible circles that could be construed as yes, Lily looked as proud as ever. 

You choked back a laugh, making eye contact with Benedict. "Is that me?" you asked your daughter, who was still positively beaming as she held up her painting.

"Yes! Papa has so many paintings of you in here I thought I might try to do one of my own. And look, I even drew a flower here," she said, pointing to an area you supposed was your hand. 

"Oh, I look lovely, don't I?" you commented, rather touched that your daughter had taken the time to paint you, no matter how unrecognizable you looked. "Thank you, darling," you said, placing a kiss atop her head, too. 

"It's got lots of potential," said Benedict thoughtfully. "Just some shading here and there, and it'll be good enough to go in the National Gallery."

You smiled sweetly at his mock seriousness, thoroughly enjoying seeing him in his element with your young children. You supposed that was what marriage was all about. Seeing bits and pieces of your husband in your children. And you couldn't be more thankful it had been Benedict that you ended up with. 

"Thank you," you whispered to him after he let Poppy go help Lily add some color to her painting. 

"I love you," he whispered in return, holding your hand gently and interlacing your fingers. 

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Later that night, as you were applying all of the creams your lady's maid had insisted you apply before bed, you turned to look at Ben, who was already half asleep. 

"Are you coming to bed soon or am I going to have to carry you here myself," he grumbled. 

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "Who's impatient now?" you teased. 

"I swear I will do it," Ben answered sitting up and crossing his arms as he blinked the sleepiness away. 

You finished up and went over to his side of the bed, putting your arms around his neck as he placed his around your waist. You squealed as he used his hold to drag you into bed so you were lying down next to him, and he proceeded to run his fingers over your lips as he stared at you.  

"I barely slept while I was away. It just wasn't quite the same when I didn't have you in my arms. And besides, I had no one to talk to after every day of looking at wonderful art," Ben said softly, smiling as he looked you up and down. "I missed your face. It's quite a breathtaking one if I do say so myself."

"You might be a bit biased," you teased.

Then, after a beat, "I love you, you know," you said, kissing him softly. "Did the children tire you out today?"

Benedict shook his head, "They're quite remarkable. I do think Poppy will be your clone soon enough. She's far too clever for her own good."

Then, smiling mischievously, Ben said lowly, "And especially now that you're in bed with me I suddenly find myself with bounds of energy."

"I'm sure you do," you responded cheekily, fluttering your eyes shut as he leaned down to kiss you. 

As his lips moved against yours, you felt the same butterflies you had felt years earlier. It seemed they had made a permanent home in your stomach, and they only came to light when Ben did something like this. Three weeks away had been far too many, and you had found yourself missing his sturdy presence in your life. He was as much a part of who you were as you were yourself, and it was simply a gift to be able to live with your best friend since childhood.

"Did you miss me in France?" you said, pausing your kiss. 

You already knew the answer, but it was nice to hear him say it anyway. His letters to you while he had been away were simply not enough now that you knew what it was like to have him stroke your hair as you fell asleep or kiss your forehead in the mornings. Even as a child, you couldn't have imagined a marriage as wonderful as this one. 

"I almost went mad," he said, breathing heavily and nudging your legs open with his knee. "You are my very best friend, you know?" 

"And you are mine."

"I do not even know how I managed to breathe when you were so far away," he said sincerely, kissing your neck.

You gasped in delight, tugging on his hair. 

"It was quite lovely to get a bit of a break from you, actually," you teased.

This was, of course, a lie. You rather enjoyed having Benedict near you every night, talking for hours, and taking long walks on your grounds. But he didn't have to know that at this moment. You had certainly missed him, but he had to work to make up his absence.

"Oh, was it?" Ben taunted, looking down at you with half-open eyes. "I think I can change your mind on that particular matter."

You were positively giddy in anticipation of what was to come. "I'd love to see you try," you challenged.

"I'm certain you would," responded Benedict, a hand creeping up your leg as he bent down to kiss you once more. 

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lifemate (Chapter 7/ Sakusa x f!reader)

summary: so what if you find your husband attractive as hell? word count. 2.6k cw. marriage pact au, mature content, mild smut a/n. this chapter is just me thirsting over Sakusa Kiyoomi:)

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After that night when he fell sick, you felt a noticeable shift in the dynamic between the two of you. You’ve always been friends since high school, but you realize that your usual monthly meetups didn’t do justice to how he used to be. When you’re both home, you don’t just pass each other or talk only when needed; you actually have a fun conversation. You exchange everyday life trivia, transforming the usual “hey” and “how was your day?” into meaningful conversations.

Instead of his typical “good” response, he now shares more about his day. “It was good. Bokuto was more behaved today,” he tells you. This prompts you to ask for details, and soon you’re immersed in the full story of his day. He’s also very curious about your corporate life and your friends at work. “What about you? Did the presentation go well?” he asks. “Did that shitty coworker try to steal your idea again? You should really teach her a lesson.”

Both of you inquire deeply about each other's answers, leading to conversations that last well into the evening. Whether you’re eating together at the kitchen table or sitting on the couch, you find yourselves engaged in discussions that bring you closer. 

Last week on Saturday night, you even had your first-ever movie night with him, watching "The Shawshank Redemption" for the first time. Yes, you both are latecomers to classic movies. By the end, you concluded it was fun and decided that horror movies would be next on your list.

You also rediscovered how observant Kiyoomi is. You hadn't noticed that he had been restocking your milk for making lattes. It struck you as odd that the single carton of milk you bought during grocery shopping always seemed to last the entire month. You finally realized what was happening when you caught Kiyoomi putting a new carton of milk in the fridge. “Do you always restock my milk?!” you asked, incredulous. He frowned and replied, “Um. Yeah? Is there a problem?” You wanted to scream at his nonchalance but ended up laughing, pinching his cheek, and thanking him instead.

Physical contact with Kiyoomi was something you hadn't given much thought to before, but if anything, the past week had shown that he was becoming more comfortable with you. During grocery shopping, you used to just walk side by side, but now you noticed he often put his arm around you or held your hand while you walked. Even in the apartment, he was more touchy. He would casually move you by your waist when he needed to get a spoon from the drawer, saying, “Wait a sec,” before placing you back where you were, leaving you flustered.

Komori also noticed the change, teasingly commenting on how well you were getting along with Kiyoomi in your monthly meetup. You didn’t know how to respond, just waving off the comments dismissively. 

It’s been two weeks since Kiyoomi started his training camp. He stays out of town from Monday and comes home on Friday evening. The V. League Division 1 match season starts next week, with matches held almost every weekend with a few breaks over the next seven months. With his absence, you can’t help but feel quite lonely, especially given the recent intensity between you two.

Now, you're on a call with Tami. She's been telling you how much she misses her husband, with her business trips over the last few months and now his busy schedule. You listen attentively, trying to offer support, “I see. Work timings might be challenging for both of you, but as long as there is persistent effort when there’s time, I guess it’s the quality of time you spend together that matters.”

“You’re right,” Tami agrees, her voice tinged with longing. “I’m thinking of going to the cinema weekly with him. Or maybe just movie nights at home? We’ve been super busy lately.”

“Yeah, movie nights are fun too! That’s what I’ve been doing with Omi—like in a friendly way, you know?” you respond.

“What? Friendly way?” Tami laughs loudly.

“Yeah, he’s my friend. So the context is a bit different from yours, but it’s still quality time, right?” you explain.

“He’s your husband, girl!” she keeps laughing.

“But, we’re not like that! I’ve told you,” you protest.

Tami's tone shifts to playful curiosity. “Hey! I just remembered. Have you worn my gift?”

“That lingerie?! God, no!” you exclaim.

“What?! So you never do anything with him?” Tami asks, incredulous.

“No. I’ve told you! We’re not like that. I can't even see him that way. He's my friend,” you insist.

Tami pauses before asking gently, “Are you sure?”

“Um, yeah,” you reply, though now with less certainty.

“Just be prepared in case… y’know what I mean,” Tami advises. You roll your eyes at her.

After your call with Tami, a few moments later, your apartment door opens. Kiyoomi walks in with his bags since it’s Friday. You can’t help but feel a surge of happiness seeing him. You’ve missed him. You rush to him, “Omi! You’re home! I’ve made dinner.” You cling to his arm.

He smiles and pats your head, “Thank you. I’ll have that after I put this in the washing machine.” He lifts his bags.

“Okay!” you reply happily.

You continue your conversation with him after he takes a shower, and you eat dinner together. Then, like last week, you have your movie night with him, but this time, you watch a horror movie. As you sit together on the couch, you realize how much his presence means to you. You’re just happy your friend is home. That’s all. 

Then, Saturday comes, the first day of the volleyball season. You and Kiyoomi start your morning early and head to the stadium where the match will be held. It hits you that it's been over a year since you last watched one of his matches, often because of clashes with your side jobs.

Although the match will start at 3:30 pm, there will be an opening ceremony beforehand. Athletes need to arrive early for warmups and preparation. So, here you are, arriving at 10 am with Kiyoomi. You walk with him to his locker room where he changes clothes, puts on his shoes, and dons his other volleyball gear.

In the locker room, you meet the other athletes from MSBY and their spouses. You also run into Miya Atsumu’s girlfriend, Aiko, whom you met at the New Year's party earlier in the year. After Kiyoomi heads off for his preparations, you sit on the bleachers with Aiko. She congratulates you on your marriage, expressing surprise, saying she didn't recall you mentioning you were Kiyoomi’s girlfriend. You explain that you kept your dating life secret and only announced it once you were married.

Suddenly, a woman approaches you both. “Hey!” she greets, and Aiko responds excitedly, indicating they know each other. The woman turns to you, “Are you Sakusa-san’s wife?” she asks with a warm smile. 

“Yes,” you reply.

“Sorry for the late introduction. I’m Fumi, MSBY’s assistant manager!” she says cheerily.

“Oh hey! Nice to meet you,” you respond.

“We finally met!” Fumi exclaims, taking a seat beside you. “I’ve met all of the MSBY spouses. I’m so glad to finally see you in person.” You chuckle at her enthusiasm. You then start chatting with her and Aiko. The conversation mostly them asking about how you and Kiyoomi met, both getting heart eyed at your story. Fumi comments that it’s hard to imagine Sakusa-san in a romantic relationship. You laugh at her statement.

The opening ceremony starts with the national anthem, followed by speeches from league officials and dignitaries. Each team is then introduced to the crowd, walking out in their uniforms to applause and cheers. You watch as Kiyoomi stands there, feeling a surge of pride. The ceremony continues with a performance by local artists and cheerleaders. The crowd's energy is infectious, making you even more excited about the upcoming match.

When the performance ends and the official opening declaration is about to start, Fumi invites you and Aiko to meet the athletes. “Hey, let’s wish them luck; the match is about to start!” Fumi suggests.

“Sure!” Aiko agrees enthusiastically.

“Are we allowed to meet them now?” you ask, a bit unsure.

“Of course!” Fumi assures you.

“Yeah, I always meet ‘Tsumu before his matches,” Aiko giggles. You nod and follow them.

Outside the locker room, you see the MSBY Black Jackals concluding their final discussion. Some athletes share moments with their families. Aiko runs enthusiastically to Atsumu, hugging and kissing him while wishing him luck. Feeling slightly awkward, you approach Kiyoomi, unsure of what to do. You’re his fucking wife, dammit!

“Hey,” you greet him, rubbing your hands together. He turns towards you, his eyes lighting up and melting your nerves away.

“Hey,” he replies.

You take both of his hands, really wanting to encourage him for the game. “Good luck with the match,” you say, looking up to see the warmth radiating from his eyes. Without thinking much, you bring his hands to your mouth and kiss them. He looks stunned for a second, then hugs you and kisses the top of your head.

“Thank you,” he says softly. 

He and his team then start to line up to head to the arena, as the match is about to start. You return to your seats with Fumi and Aiko, feeling a mix of excitement and pride for Kiyoomi and his team.

The match finally starts, and you find yourself immediately drawn to the court, your eyes instinctively following Kiyoomi. There's an electric energy in the air, the crowd's anticipation palpable. As the game begins, you can't help but focus on him, mesmerized by his every move.

Kiyoomi’s black wavy hair is slightly tousled, framing his face perfectly and adding to his striking appearance. Each step he takes exudes confidence and a hint of cockiness, a combination that’s both intimidating and captivating. Sweat glistens on his skin, making his muscles stand out even more under the bright gym lights, emphasizing his athletic physique. His focus is intense, his eyes never leaving the ball as he strategizes his next move.

There's something magnetic about his presence, an undeniable allure that draws your gaze and holds it there. Every spike is like a piece of art, a blend of power and finesse that’s unmatched. You watch as he leaps into the air, his body seeming to defy gravity, and then slams the ball over the net with such force that it sends a shiver down your spine. The precision and strength of his play are breathtaking, and it's clear why he's a standout player. Witnessing his performance is nothing short of exhilarating.

You’ve never felt this way about him before. Sure, you've always known he was attractive, but seeing him in his element, dominating the court, is an entirely different experience. He looks so damn good—too good. It makes you want to do something frisky with hi—Fuck. You should stop.

You start to grip your jeans, trying to steady yourself. Fumi notices this and laughs at you, waking you from your trance. You blink at her, slightly embarrassed. “Your husband is an amazing player. You should come often to his matches!” she exclaims. You short-circuit for a moment, the word “husband” ringing in your head. Then, you glance at the court again. That is your husband? Damn. Your reaction prompts Fumi to laugh even more.

Seeing his incredible play, he does look very intimidating, which is how most people perceive him. But you also find him endearing, remembering his everyday quirks at home—a privilege that you have. This realization makes your head spin. You really can’t go back to seeing him as just your roommate and keep denying his attractiveness. Fuck.

The match ends with Kiyoomi’s team winning, and you clap wholeheartedly for the game. You really should come more often. This was fun, and thrilling, and seeing him in his element has given you a newfound appreciation for just how incredible he is, both as a player and as a person.

On the way home, you congratulate Kiyoomi and compliment his amazing performance. He thanks you, glancing over with a small smile. “You should come more often,” he says, his voice warm and inviting. You agree enthusiastically, when suddenly you’re reminded of the revelation you had while watching his performance. You take a peek at him and feel your heart drop. His profile is illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw and the curve of his lips. He looks effortlessly attractive, focused on the road yet completely at ease. His hair is still a bit damp from the shower he just took. The subtle scent of his familiar cologne—something masculine with hints of woody and musky notes—fills the car, creating an intoxicating mix.

Maybe you shouldn’t have come to watch him?

Over the next few days, you try to act as normal as possible. You have conversations with him as naturally as you can, but you can’t help feeling distracted by his movements. Why does everything he does look so damn attractive? Like, who the hell drinks water like that? His usual friendly touches also get you very worked up, making you jumpy as hell. You hope he doesn’t notice this. God forbid he notices!

You just have to take care of yourself, right? Maybe that will reduce your tension when you’re with him. But you feel like the dirtiest and most perverted roommate ever if you get yourself off thinking about him when he literally sleeps in the next room. You're so frustrated with yourself.

This Thursday night is no exception. You’re washing the dishes when suddenly you feel a looming presence behind you. When he taps your shoulder, you almost knock him with the plate in your hand as you turn your head and see him standing there. You keep saying sorry, feeling embarrassed and flustered, while he only replies with a frown.

Trying to shake off the awkwardness, you settle on the couch in the living room with a novel. When you notice him sitting beside you, you take a peek and see he's engrossed in his phone. You try to focus on your novel, but his presence makes you nervous. You then stand up, ready to leave, when you suddenly hear him say, “Wait.” Fuck.

Your heart races as you turn your head to him and see him observing you intently. You try to avoid his gaze, but he reaches for your hand, prompting you to sit back down beside him. Your heart is pounding, and your face feels hot. 

“Is there something wrong?” he asks, his tone concerned.

“No,” you reply, looking down and biting your lip.

“Did I do something wrong?” he presses.

“No!” you finally look at him, seeing the concern etched on his face. “It’s just…” you trail off, looking down again.

After a beat of silence, he tilts your chin towards him. “Can I do something?” he asks softly, his gaze never leaving yours. Before you can answer, his lips are on yours, and you unconsciously sigh in relief as the tension melts away.

The simple kiss quickly deepens into a passionate makeout session. You grip his shirt while he cups your face, and then you feel his hand travel downward. “Can I?” he asks, his voice husky. You nod, not trusting your voice, and he slips his hand into your panties, rubbing you gently. You can't help but moan at his touch.

Then, he gets down on his knees in front of you, still kissing you. He pulls you to the edge of the couch, his eyes level with yours due to his height. He pauses, looking at you intensely. “Is this what I get if you come to my match?” he asks, making your eyes widen.

“I should’ve invited you a long time ago,” he murmurs. Before you respond to him, he starts kissing you again and pulling down your shorts and panties. Then, he kisses your thigh, whispering, “You’re so beautiful.” You bite your lip and moan as he starts to eat you out.

You're overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events, by how skillfully he uses his mouth, and by the sight of him kneeling before you, his broad shoulders adding to the intensity. As he adds his digits into you, you entangle your fingers in his hair, moaning, and you cum more intensely than ever before.

He kisses you again after you cum, but when you try to touch his pants, he stops you. “Not now,” he says, leaving you confused as he gets up and goes to his room.

The next morning, he acts as if nothing happened, as if he didn’t just eat you out on the couch last night. You’re left bewildered, wondering what the hell is going on?!

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[farfromstrange]

Ok so just read one of your thots that ended in. The tag “submissive and breedable” and that instantly got me going on my own thot. So I present a concept to follow that one up

Matt’s been working hard. At work, as daredevil in bed. Hard work all the time working for others. Saving them, advocating for them, always putting himself first. He hates asking for things won’t often times (as you’ve said I agree).

So he’s back at it again instantly trying to please and pleasure you which you would normally love getting to have him dom you and pull every bit of pleasure from your body is amazing. But you know he’s been working too hard. And even if you have to force him you will make him take the love and care he deserves

Cue you pushing him back into a chair as he tries to get up. And climbing on top lining up to the spot. “Your going to listen to me. Tonight I want two things. Your obedience and your cum. Do you hear me.” Grinding your ass down into him nipping at his ear as you whisper. Knowing it may shock him normally you wait for his signal to get in control but you know he needs it. And your more then happy to accept both things from him.

You pull so much pleasure from him pushing him aorund when he tries to do anything but sit back and take your love. Holding him down nipping or grabbing at his hands if they try and work too hard your aggressive with it but you know he loves both pleasure and pain that you give him and he’s a whimpering mess by the end both covered and sticky but you want one more “one more my good boy I know. You got a little more in you. Cum deep in me. One more and I promise you can pleasure me too” thay final promise gets him he’s spent but even so blissed out from it all he wants you.

As he finishes and you roll off him equally tired and proud to take care of him he just rolls over cleaning up as much of his cum off you finally begging so sweetly to taste you that you give in and let him still puling at his hair and praising him as he eats you up.

I’ve written a few now but don’t have a Mat nsfw blog so I may just start signing as 🪷

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG! You have really been waiting an eternity, so I tried to do your thot justice. I hope I didn't disappoint you. (Also, definitely saving 🪷 for you in case you ever decide to slide some more thots into my inbox!)

Tbf I thought your scenarios couldn’t get much better than the last few, but I was gravely mistaken. I am spiraling over here. The pictures you put in my head, I–

Honestly, I thought there was not much I could add to this because it’s already juicy enough, but I did end up playing around with it a bit. I hope you don’t mind. 

Pairing: Matt Murdock x afab!Reader (otherwise no gendered pronouns)

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, sub!Matt, praise kink, oral f!receiving, and other sexy stuff mentioned above

Smut under the cut. 18+ MINORS DNI!

The pads of his rough fingers rub slow circles over your swollen clit. Your slick walls clench around nothing, and it’s torture every single time his touch on the sensitive bundle of nerves sends shockwaves through your body.

Matt kisses from your lips to your jaw and down your neck. He has been on you ever since he came home from work. Everyone seems to need him lately, and he doesn’t know how or when to stop. It’s work, it’s the city, and it’s you. He’s so busy, he forgets that he isn’t an invincible machine.

In bed, he has been the most loving partner. That never changes. When he has set his mind on something, he finishes it with the utmost care. His performance isn’t your issue, not at all, it’s the fact his performance is centered solely around you that irks you. He puts your pleasure first every night, not allowing himself to come until he’s buried deep inside of you, and even then he holds back. He fucks you into the mattress until you can’t see straight anymore, but only in the way you want him to. 

Every night, he rips countless orgasms from your body, leaving his mark on your skin and inside of you. Sometimes it feels like he sees it as a chore he needs to finish, setting his own needs aside. But not being able to give him back even an ounce of what he is giving you leaves the pleasure with a bitter aftertaste on your tongue. It makes you feel guilty. He’s doing it because he wants to, but Matt doesn’t know how or where to draw the line sometimes. He thinks he wants to do something even though it’s more of a feeling of obligation rather than an actual desire. He has been hurt so many times, you can’t blame him for being who he is, but it’s frustrating when you want to help him out of whatever hole he fell into this time, and he refuses to take your hand. 

So, you need to push him. You need to slap him awake and prove to him that he matters, too. You would never force him to do anything he doesn’t want to do, but he needs a little push from time to time because if you don’t coax him in the right direction, he will run himself dry.   

Matt never asks for what he needs because he can’t allow himself to come first—both in life and in bed—but that selflessness tends to cause more destruction than it does anyone any good, especially him.

He’s back at it again tonight. 

Matt smelled your arousal thick in the air the second he came home from work, his shoulders tense with the stress he had been bottling up for weeks. The scent knocked him right off his feet, your cunt already wet just from the thought of him—of what you are going to do to him—and he instantly started to spiral. 

The soft welcome home kiss you pressed to his lips quickly turned into something more as desperation began to take over, and he once again made it his mission to make you come before he could even take his clothes off.

Tonight though, you won’t let him get so far, no matter how much he tries. And he always tries hard. If Matt Murdock is anything, it is determined. 

You try to break through the haze of pleasure he pulls you under with every stroke of his fingers. It’s like you’re drowning. You’re not in control, but you need to grab a hold of the reins before your plan washes down the drain.

Your body burns brightly as it holds on to that last sliver of self-control. He reads your body like an open book, your curves the Braille he traces with his fingers, and he knows he is doing something right. Your body always betrays you. Your moans, your wetness, and your stiff nipples that are reaching up toward the ceiling are all clear signs that you are enjoying the way he’s touching you, and that spurs him on.

It’s so tough to resist him when he knows exactly how to play your body like a fucking fiddle. He knows how hard to press down on your clit and how fast to move his fingers to get you exactly where he wants you. To make you soak his fingers with your essence so he can lick it off and taste you.

He wants to make you come. He needs to. And him feeling like he needs to is the very thing that makes you snap out of it, finally. 

You grab his wrist. His movements halt instantly, pulling his head away from your neck. “You alright?” he asks. “Did I hurt you?”

The lust in his eyes stems from a need to please. His cock is straining against his slacks, but his shoulders are so tense, you doubt he is enjoying this. Not like you are, at least. For someone who is barely holding on as it is, that must be so exhausting.

“I’m okay,” you whisper. “But you’re not.”

He stiffens. His unfocused eyes move wildly from one side to the other. He tilts his head, listening to your heartbeat, but there is nothing there but pure honesty. 

You know. You always know.

Matt is about to object—pointlessly, may I add—but you push him off of you instead. You flatten your palms against his sturdy chest, urging him to get up. He doesn’t argue, he simply follows. A fog has settled over his senses to the point you consume him.

The puzzled look on his face is replaced by one of surprise when you push him backward rather forcefully toward the chair in the corner of your shared bedroom. 

You take one of the hands flailing helplessly at his side, placing it on your hip. He needs something to hold onto, something to ground him. With the world on fire, every new situation becomes dangerous territory for him, and you don’t want him to stumble into a free fall of overstimulation down a bottomless pit.

Tonight, you want him to use his heightened senses on nothing but you, and for that, he needs to touch you. He needs to know you’re right there and not going anywhere. Only then can he allow himself to lose control. 

“Sweetheart, what’re you–” Matt stumbles over his words, his chest heaving with every labored breath he inhales. 

You place your index fingers against his swollen lips. “Stop.” Your hot cunt hovers dangerously close above his crotch as you straddle him, and he makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat. “Stop focusing on me and let me help you,” you whisper against him. “Please.”

He tastes you in every corner of his mouth when you kiss him. He can feel you in his soul, calloused fingers digging into your hips in an attempt to find something to hold onto to stop himself from falling. But you’re powerful; you’re a dangerous force to reckon with. He can’t say no because the little voice in his head that isn’t wired to self-sabotage his pleasure is calling for him to let go. To let you take over. To let you consume him, swallow him, and never let him go. Matt wants to tie himself to you with the invisible string that has wrapped around his neck like a noose and stay that way, even if it kills him. 

You force his chin up to level his eyes with yours. He can feel your gaze burning holes through his sensitive skin, the scent of burning flesh filling his nostrils but it’s not real. You’re real, and your hands are real, but him burning… that is not real, even when it feels that way.

Before, when you took control, he was still in charge. Secretly. He gave you the reins but he was still pulling from the other side. Because Matt Murdock does not know how to let himself go. Not usually.

When you rode him, he would keep his hands on your thighs as you bounced on his cock. You didn’t mind it. Tonight though, this is far from what you want to happen.

“Tonight I want two things,” you tell him then, nipping at his ear. “Your obedience and your cum. Can you give me that, baby? Can you be good for me and let me take care of you?”

His cue comes in the form of the faintest nod. 

You spend what feels like an eternity riding him, his thick cock buried between your tight, wet walls. Your lips caress his skin with a featherlight touch. The other hand—the one that isn’t busy feeling him stretch you out as you rub your clit with abandon, not wanting him to lift a single finger—roams his chest. You glide your fingers through the sheen of sweat that is glistening on his beautiful, milky skin. You dig your finger into it, and the moan it elicits from him is so delicious. 

He can’t do anything but sit back and take your love. Your punishment. Everything you are willing to give him. You rock back and forth, lifting your hips every so often until only his tip remains inside. It drives him crazy, every inch of him so sensitive from the sheer agony of feeling you around him.

His pulse quickens. You can feel his heart pounding under your hand, his temple pressed against yours as your sweat mingles with the wetness of your cunt and the cum from all the orgasms you have already pulled from him. 

“Please,” he’s begging you, but he isn’t sure what for. 

Matt clings to you, nails dragging over your bare back, lips chasing to catch your nipple. He feels so useless, unable to give you the pleasure he wants because you are so focused on him. So focused on his cock and giving him what he needs. Making him come over and over again, cleaning around him and milking him dry, but never letting up. You turn the pain of overstimulation into pleasure. The world turns quiet under the beating of your heart in his ears, and the scent of you soaking the hairs in his nose to the point he knows he will take you with him to the grave. 

He whimpers. “Please,” again, he pleads and begs. 

You tangle your fingers in his locks, pulling him closer to kiss him. “I know,” you coo. “Just give me one more. Fill me up one more time and I promise, you can make me come as often as you want.”

“You promise?” he chokes out. The soft baritone of his voice wavers, and you dig your teeth into his bottom lip. Copper explodes on your tongue. He moans.  

“I promise,” you repeat. “Come again f’me, baby. I’ve got you.”

He is so spent, but for you, he would steal the stars. All he wants is you. His balls tighten in response to your words, his body chasing yours and the high that threatens to take him under and drown him. You’re every-fucking-where. His hips jerk, but you keep him weighed down right where he is. He’s so painfully hard and full and needy, even though you have tortured him for hours by now. You move once, twice, and even a third time before the wave crashes in. 

You hold him to you, your own body shaking as he fills you up for what feels like the hundredth time. His breath comes in labored spurts, his cum leaking out of you and staining his sturdy thighs with a cocktail of you both. 

His nails move from your back to your ass, anchoring himself to something, anything, to make it through this. His teeth find their way home on your shoulder, biting down just enough to send a thrill of pain straight to your core, and your walls tighten around his overly sensitive cock. He doesn’t let go of you though. His orgasm drags on for an eternity, and he lets it happen. Oh, you’re so proud of him. He hardly ever lets you take care of him like that, fucking him senseless until he can’t think straight anymore—until the world disappears and it’s just the two of you; no responsibilities just sex. 

“That’s it,” you murmur. “Such a good boy. Did so well f’me. I’m so full. Gonna feel you for days.”

Something snaps in his very tired self at your talk. He rolls you off of him. “You promised,” is all he says. 

You blink up at him, tired and satisfied and covered in cum, but oh so proud of the privilege he granted you, seeing him like this and taking care of him. He doesn’t like to be vulnerable unless it’s with you, and even then he is reluctant. He has always been this way, but it would never make you love him any less. 

With a sigh, you spread your legs. “I promised,” you agree. “And you’ve been such a good, good boy. You deserve it.”

His swollen lips travel over your heated skin like dripping wax. The hairs on your body reach toward the ceiling. You gasp, softly, feeling him inch closer to your core, yet taking his time exploring you. Touching you. He’s a man on a mission again, though this time you do not stop him. 

One brush of his lips against your clit, and your back arches toward him. You pull at his hair, falling victim to the force of his silver tongue. In the end, he owns your body, your pleasure, and your orgasms in a way no one could ever live up to, and he always will. 

He is your world, you are his, and if you didn’t have each other, neither of you would no longer have a reason to breathe. 

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[daydreaming-in-letters]

You

06/24/2024

Pairing: Hozier x reader

Word Count: 421

Warnings: surprisingly none, just fluff

Summary: Andrew adoring his favourite person on a rainy day.

A/N: This is just a little something I drafted a long time ago and finished to entertain myself while waiting in line to see the man himself.

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Following your gaze, I stare into the rainy afternoon. The heavens have opened hours ago, and still there seems to be no end in sight. I know how much it fills your heart to watch the rain. Not the harsh, pouring kind, that stings when it finds bare skin, but the soft kind, a gentle spring shower, with drops pouring down like liquid pearls on invisible threads to provide the earth with some much needed refreshment. 

There is a murder of crows, now unusually quiet as they hide away in the crowns of the trees. Their image comes and goes, blurred by the rivulets cascading down the glass. Fresh leaves are set in motion, dancing upon the impact of drops, maybe the first drops they have ever felt in their short life. 

A blanket of clouds is hanging above, they look soft, yet heavy, like gloomy candy floss. And above it all, the heady scent of petrichor is lingering in the air. 

All of this beauty is waiting right outside my window, begging to be admired, and still everything I see is you. 

The gentleness in your fingers as they hold the empty cup of tea in your hands, clinging to the last bit of warmth it still holds. The even rise and fall of your chest as you breathe in the fresh spring air. Your attentive eyes, taking in every little detail of the world outside, so present in the moment, so alive. I can sense the very instant you finally realise my gaze on you, watch as your head slowly turns and your eyes lock with mine.

You smile, not even trying to hide that my attention flusters you, and I can’t help but smile back at you.

“What?” you ask as you begin to stir underneath the blanket that keeps us both warm and your bashful smile grows even wider before you repeat your question, “What?”

Nothing would be the customary answer, I believe. But it is not nothing. You are not nothing. You, honey, are everything.

“Come here.” My voice is hardly louder than a whisper, still it sounds hoarse, heavy with my longing for the taste of your lips and I cannot stop my hands from reaching for you, eager to pull you in. 

You taste like spring. Familiar, yet with a touch of renewal every time. Coming over me with the surety of the seasons. But as seasons change, you and I will not. A beautiful constant in a world so set on moving fast.

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