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huntingingoodwill · 2 years

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the cigarette girl - part iii

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part i part ii

a/n: hello!! thank you so much for being so nice about part i and ii ily i was dumb and made a mistake the events of "current day" should be more in the range of 1921 not 1919... but let's just... pretend i got it right the first time. anyway thank you so much please enjoy <3

pairing: tommy shelby x reader

tw: blood, hospitals, swearing

You were found in the dead of night.

Lying at the top of the stairs, you looked peaceful, as though a spell had been cast. As if you had been enchanted where you stood, made to fall fast asleep on the floor, eyes closed as your eyelashes brushed your cheeks.

The blood spilled across the floorboards made it apparent this wasn’t the case.

Your landlady had come home after a night out to be greeted with the scene. A trail of blood lead from your boarding room to the spot where you lay.

You had dragged yourself out of the room. As far as you could, all the way to the steps. Until you collapsed, not having the strength to go on.

She crept up the stairs, horrified. After building up the courage, she just managed to prod at you with the toe of her shoe before anxiously hurrying back downstairs to call an ambulance.

After the sirens had faded into the night, she pushed open the door of your boarding room. She crouched down, the beads of her dress clattering in the silent night as they grazed the floor.

Amongst the many envelopes scattered across the ground, she chose the most pristine. She turned it over and read the name scrawled across it, illuminated by blue moonlight.

“Shit. Shit. Shit!” Esme muttered frantically, tripping over her heels as she rushed down the cobblestone streets of Small Heath.

“Es-Esme, stay calm, alri-” John shoved a man who was standing idly in their path, running past him as he tumbled to the ground. “Stay out of my fucking way you stupid cun- Esme, Esme! Just stay fucking calm, alright? Stay fucking calm!” His own panic reared its ugly head easily.

They burst through the door of Tommy’s office, slamming it open so forcefully it almost fell out of its frame.

“You two, whatever it is-” Tommy began, already exasperated.

“It’s (Y/N).”

Tommy froze. The words imprinted on the paper before him began to swirl, a mess of black type. None of his brothers had tried to broach the topic of you for months, knowing that, to him, the thought of you was akin to a wound, the soreness never subsiding. Bringing you up was twisting the knife.

It had to be something bad.

He felt the walls closing in, and he blinked, all thoughts evaporating from his mind. He had tried to push the memory of you away every day since you left, but it all came rushing back now. He felt it all, the overwhelming wave of emotion he’d try to bury, his attempts as futile as throwing handfuls of sand into the ocean. He felt like he was drowning in it. His worry for you, his regret over the things he said, his ache for you to be alright, sweeping through his mind.

“Sabini’s men got to her. It’s not good.” Esme’s words were painfully gentle, worsening the intense agony that shot through Tommy. It happened. Just like he said it would. His heart sank as he dug his fingernails into the flesh of his palm. “Her landlady sent John a telegram, said she found the return address on one of the letters we sent.”

“We’ve got to go to London. We can take your car- Lizzie! Get Arthur!” John yelled out toward the secretary’s table, noticing Lizzie’s absence from it. “Where the fuc- Lizzie!”

“Lunch break,” Tommy mumbled, voice uncharacteristically soft as his head hung low.

John swore beneath his breath, running out to fetch Arthur.

Esme swept across the room, pulling Tommy’s coat and cap off the rack. “Come on. I can pull the car around, we-” She stopped in her tracks as she watched him, stoic in his chair.

Slowly, he lifted his eyes from the desk, looking at her. The pale blue stare unnerved her, the gaze colder than ever. Her hands dropped to her side, fingers curling around his coat. Her eyebrows furrowed. “Thomas. Let’s go."

“I’m not going, Esme.”

They stood, silent, for what felt like an eternity.

Then, the anger took over.

“You bastard.” She spat. She flung his cap at him, whipping it across the room. “You stupid fucking bastard.”

“I’m not going.” He repeated as if entranced. “I won’t-”

Her open palm slammed against his cheek, and all he did was sit there, working his jaw as the burn spread across his face.

“I told her-” He started up again, voice low and dangerously calm.

“You idiotic, vile…” She wanted to scream in frustration.

He pressed the heel of his palms into his eyes. “Alright, Esme, alright-”

“No, it’s not fucking alright!” Her voice crested. “She’s really hurt, and you’re refusing to see her because of what? Your stupid pride? Because you told her so!? You’re supposed to be her friend!”

“Don’t give me that fucking line-”

“It’s the truth. Don’t you dare abandon her. Not after all she’s done for you.”

“And what did she do for me?” He exploded, voice accusatory, volatile. “She went against me, she got hurt. I’m not the one who abandoned her. She didn’t listen, she left me. She didn’t trust me. She gave up on me. And now…” He struggled to get the words out. It felt like a lie. It could have been. “I’ve given up on her.”

“Tommy, I know you don’t mean that.” She spoke, her suffocatingly soft tone making his skin crawl.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean.” He spoke, looking away. He couldn’t look her in those eyes, full of sorrow and pity. He wanted to take it all back. He wanted things to be back to how it was, all those years ago. He felt a lump grow in his throat.

“You’re scared. You’re afraid to see her hurt. But she’ll want to see you. You want to see her too. You miss her, you love her, you loved each other. It’s the most transparent thing about you.” She barked out a pained laugh before extending her hand toward him. “Come to London, Tommy. It’s not too late to make it right.”

He didn’t turn back to look at her.

Sighing, she turned and walked out the door.

He emerged onto the street twenty minutes later, nursing a cigarette as he watched them load up the car with hastily packed suitcases. His brothers refused to look at him, as if he’d forbid them from leaving, too. But Tommy stood, silent, heart feeling hollow.

“You’ll regret this,” Esme said to him, piling into the car with the rest.

He looked up at her.

“Have a safe trip.”

The car sputtered off, and he watched it recede into the distance. Something inside of him screamed at him to run after it, to go to you, but his feet remained planted on the ground, stubborn.

He walked into his office just as Lizzie returned from her break.

“Mail for you.” She said, handing him a stack of envelopes.

He shuffled through them dismissively, heart stopping as he spotted the handwriting on one of the envelopes. “To Tommy Shelby”, each letter so familiar, looking at the ink felt like home. Like love. It was painful to see.

He ripped it open, pulling out the note that lay tucked in front of the letter.

“Dear Mr. Shelby,

I found this unmailed letter in my tenant’s room, addressed to you. Considering the circumstances, I only felt it appropriate to send it on her behalf. My best wishes to you, and to her. God knows she needs it.”

He turned around, rushing out of the door, shoes clattering against the ground. His heart pounded in his ears, a blindingly bright hope building within his chest. He could run after the car, find another way to get to London, whatever. He’d be with you, soon.

But as soon as he hit the sidewalk and saw the little black dot that the car had become, all that renewed determination dissipated, his heartbeat slowing down once more to a lethargic, depressive thump.

He couldn’t do it. It was too late to fix it, not after what he'd said to you.

He turned back inside. He just couldn’t. He wouldn’t let himself.

He sat back behind his desk, heart crushing beneath the weight of his own decision. Unearthing your letter from the envelope, he began to read.

You heard the shouting first.

It echoed through the hall, thunderous, the yells too much for your pounding head.

Then, it was the sunlight. It came in droves, bright and white, glaring past your eyelids even as you screwed them shut to keep it out.

And then, of course, it was the pain, a dull ache that rolled through your body, familiar as a friend.

You stretched your arms out, feeling the prickly old blanket that lay atop you. You opened your eyes slowly, your vision adjusting to the hospital room. A hospital room. You’d never been happier at the sight of one. You pulled the duvet up to your mouth, concealing your smile like a secret.

You survived.

“Sir, please, it’s not visiting hours yet-“ You heard the nurse’s shoes scuttle nervously down the hall, trailing behind more decisive footsteps.

“Fuck off!” The crude phrase uttered by Arthur’s familiar voice made you laugh.

The Shelbys appeared at the door.

“You’re awake.” He said, face softening as the family crowded around you.

“I feel like I’ve been asleep for centuries.” You chuckled.

You were so happy. You could almost ignore the sharp jabs you felt in your ribs as they each took turns giving you tight hugs, joy flooding the room like the light that flooded through the window. It had been almost a year since you left, and though it was under awful circumstances, the reunion was sweet.

As the excitement began to subside, you looked across the room, noticing the absence of one familiar face, an absence that dug a hole into your heart.

Esme knelt beside your bed, smoothing your hair away from your face as she watched you, the smiles falling off the faces of the rest as they saw you begin to catch on.

Tommy hadn’t shown up.

“Love,” Esme began, “I’m sorry, but… try to understand…he-”

“I understand.” The corners of your lips lifted into a gentle smile.

You did. You understood completely.

It was freeing, almost. You had held out hope for ages. But now, you knew. He didn’t care.

He’d given up on you, you thought. You’d do the same for him.

You survived without him, and you’d continue to do so.

But even though he wasn’t there, it felt like he was in the room, stomping on your heart, shattering it beneath his leather boots.

Still, you smiled.

"Tommy, he... he still loves you, you know-"

“I need to get out of here.” You ignored her, interrupting her with a laugh. “Staying still this long’s doing me no good.”

“You need to rest,” Esme said definitively.

“I’m feeling a million times better already.” She looked back at you, unconvinced. “Like a new woman.”

“We’ll take you back to Small Heath. We’ll take care of you.” John spoke.

Small Heath. You had always thought of it as your home.

You looked out the window, at the trees swaying softly in the breeze, the noise of the London street below filtering through the leaves.

You loved the Shelbys.

But you wouldn’t go back. You couldn’t, yet.

“John?” You spoke.

“Yeah?”

“In your letters… you wrote about Tommy doing business in London.”

“Yeah.”

“What was that man’s name, again?”

“Alfie Solomons!” You called out, voice booming as you strolled into his offices. You had a slight limp, but with your huge grin and confident stride, it was like the red marks and bruises that bloomed across your skin were nothing but war paint. Against all odds, it was the sheer renewed strength you felt that invigorated you, allowing you to sweep into the room like you hadn’t just rolled out of a hospital bed.

“Jesus fucking Chri-” Alfie muttered. It was too early for this bullshit.

Ollie ran up behind you, already slightly out of breath.

“Sorry. I tried to stop her but she’s… she’s fucking fast, Alfie.” He huffed.

Alfie let out a long, annoyed sigh as you pulled up a chair, sitting across from him.

“Alfie Solomons,” you flashed him a wide smile, “I crave a boon.”

He nodded contemplatively, steepling his fingers while gazing at you thoughtfully. Then, suddenly:

“Who the fuck are you?” Genuine confusion caused his eyebrows to knit together, making your smile grow bigger.

“Mr. Solomons, have you ever heard of a man by the name of Thomas Shelby?”

He exhaled sharply, drumming his fingers against his desk impatiently.

“Why is it that whenever one of you Shelbys comes into my office, you lot always look -and forgive me if this sounds rude, darling- utterly fucked up?”

“You’re forgiven.” You beamed. “And I’m not a Shelby.”

He hummed, examining you. “Well, you’re a lot prettier than Tommy, the ugly little bastard.” He chuckled. “Even while looking utterly fucked up.” He added quickly.

“I’m flattered. But I wouldn’t know anything about that. I was just an associate. I’ve never met Thomas.” You lied.

“Really?” He said, raising an eyebrow.

“Really.” You repeated defiantly. “I did the work they needed me to do and left. Besides that, I don’t even exist to them.” You said. And if the family listened to your wishes, you’d be telling the truth.

After a few nights of them insisting on watching over you at the hospital, you chased them all back to Ada’s house, telling them to get some rest.

They weren’t around that morning to stop you when you climbed out the bathroom window to escape the confines of your room, ditching the white hospital gown in the sink after changing into the new clothes they had bought you.

You weren’t cruel. You’d stopped by Ada’s house, not even a single movement within it, what with it being practically the crack of dawn. You slipped a note under the door, telling them not to bother finding you. You couldn’t go back to Small Heath and spend your whole life feeling like you were a failure, ghosting around town like Sabini had actually managed to kill you, unable to look the man you once cared for in the eye. You wouldn’t be able to bear it. They had to let you go. Tommy did. They would learn to.

After that, it was off to Camden.

“So, what does this non-Shelby want from me?” Alfie asked, leaning back into his chair. Before, his unflinching stare and large frame would have scared you. You didn’t feel an ounce of fear now.

“I’d like to work for you.”

His lips turned up into a smile of disbelief. Then, he began laughing.

“Look,” He wiped a tear away from his eye with sarcastic flair, “this has been a nice chat and all, but I’ve got work to do, here, alright.” His voice became deadly serious, the amused glint in his eye fading. “So I suggest you fuck off before I get Ollie here to throw you out on your ass.”

“He’d have to catch up to me first. I’m fast, remember?” You whispered.

“Cute,” Alfie said, tone still grave despite a quick, lopsided smile. “Run along, now.” He began to turn around, dismissing you.

“Now that we’ve discussed Mr. Shelby-”

“You’re making me lose my patience-”

“I’d like to talk about Mr. Sabini. You’re familiar, are you not?”

He slowly turned back to look at you.

“...What about him?” He asked. You’d hit a nerve.

“I’m aware he’s been encroaching on your good, rightful territory, and-”

“Alright, alright, hey.” He wagged his finger at you, rings glinting in the sun. “If we’re going to carry on, you can skip the flowery vocabulary and the kiss-assery and get to the fucking point, understood?”

“Understood.” You chuckled. You slammed your briefcase on the table. “I have everything you need to know about Sabini.” Sabini’s men had found your letters to the Shelbys by destroying your room, looking in every nook and cranny. They failed to look under your floorboards. When you went to visit your boarding house this morning, the briefcase still lay under there, tucked away like a secret treasure. It was enough to make you cry tears of joy.

Hesitantly, he reached out to it, clicking the case open. His eyes widened as he sifted through the papers on top, your comprehensive notes and files on all of Sabini’s operations, collected in the past eight months while you worked at his club. His fingers barely managed to jump back in time before you slammed the lid shut.

He cleared his throat. “So you have some old information. Who gives a fuck?”

“I think you do, Alfie. Most of it’s still valuable, but, of course, if this isn’t enough to impress you, there’s always the new updates.”

“You’ve got... new information?”

“I’ve always got new information. I’ve got cigarette girls, bartenders, people at the telegraph office, the post office, the fucking switchboard… hell, I’m a couple favours away from getting his secretary on my side. They’re all paid off. All answering to me.” You smiled. “Eight months is the perfect amount of time to form strong alliances if you know how. And do you know what the best part is, Alfie?” You didn’t wait for him to respond. You scooted forward, leaning toward him conspiratorially. “It’s gonna take him a while to catch on. He thinks I’m dead as a doornail.” You giggled.

He stared at your toothy grin, stunned.

“Well, I best not be keeping you from all your important work…” You began to stand before he raised a finger, gesturing for you to sit back down.

You did so with a smirk.

“I can do more, Mr. Solomons. Today I’m helping you with Sabini, tomorrow… I’m helping you run an empire that would make the king weep like a baby.”

“What’s your name?” He asked after a long pause.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” He repeated.

“Yes, Alfie Solomons?”

“You’re hired.”

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creative-crybaby · 2 years

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Hey, Neighbour

PAIRING: yan!timeskip!Matsukawa Issei x fem!reader

GENRE: smut | dark content (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: yandere themes, stalking, toxic relationships, violence, mentions of blood, murder, oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbation (m and f), non-consensual recording, light manhandling, use of sex toy, brief mention of squirting, brief mention of overstimulation, size kink, breeding kink if you squint, praise kink, voyeurism

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 6.6k

SUMMARY: Your little crush on your neighbour grew with each passing day. If only you knew the effect you had on him. All characters are 18+

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Got this posted on my birthday, babeeeeeeey 🥳🥳🥳 Anyways, back to homework I go 🥴🥴🥴

You didn’t see him at first. Not that you could, anyway.

The stubborn part of your brain convinced itself you could carry one box more than you could, and you couldn’t see in front of you as a result. Your hastiness didn’t help you either, and the door next to yours swung open as you passed it. You found most of your boxes scattered around on the floor a second later, and you scrambled to pick them up.

“Shit! Are you all right?”

The baritone voice entranced you to find its owner. Your gaze from the ground trailed from the shoes to the nicely fitted black suit pants, to the even better fitted black polo shirt, until you reached a handsome face. There was plenty to notice: a clenched jaw emphasizing his sharp jawline, a prominent upper lip that takes some of his intimidation away, well-sculpted cheekbones that add maturity to his appearance, hooded eyes with thick and dark brows creasing with concern, and black curls you couldn’t help but want to swirl around your finger.

You were stuck admiring and almost forgot to nod. The man apologized, lending you a hand and offering to help you with your boxes. You accepted the attractive stranger’s offer, and he carried them all to your apartment with ease.

You both introduced yourselves, and that stranger turned out to be your next-door neighbour, Matsukawa Issei. He was on his way to work in a hurry when he accidentally knocked you over with his door (something he once again apologized for).

He worked at a funeral home, you discovered. You would have liked to have asked him what that was like, though it was time for you to part ways before you could press further.

“See you around,” he called out with a wave as he walked away. “Hopefully without bumping into each other.”

You figured he had gotten that question about a hundred times already as you hurried back to your new home. Maybe he’ll tell you one of these days.

Matsukawa wasn’t joking: you saw him every day, though you shouldn’t have been surprised. The two of you would leave for work around the same time, sometimes catching each other as you exited your respective homes or even to the station. If not, you’d also seemingly bump into each other at the grocery store or the nearby gym (where he’d jokingly accuse you of checking him out). You’ve even caught him having a smoke break out on his balcony while you went out for fresh air. Regardless of where you were to meet again, he’d always give you that same welcoming smile, his eyes closing as he greeted you with his new nickname for you: “Hey, neighbour.”

Nothing to grow flustered about–that’s what you were to him, after all–though your face couldn’t help but heat up every time he addressed you that way. He chuckled about it too, but he doesn’t comment on your embarrassment; mercy, you called it.

It was a silly little crush at the end of the day; nothing you’d have time for, let alone emotional commitment. Your priority was to start anew, you reminded yourself. Adapt to your new home, new job, new life. Heal.

Then again, what was a little eye candy going to do? As long as you didn’t take it any further, at least for now, there was no harm in admiring beauty when you saw it. Perhaps the light ogling was the path towards healing? Prove to yourself that good men like him did exist in this world. Good, witty, charming, sexy men…

At least, that’s what you told yourself when you caught him at the gym again. You’ve been seeing him there more often, you noticed, though you weren’t exactly complaining. His back was to you, watching his reflection as he lifted his weights. You lost count on your set as you observed him, saliva pooling on your tongue as his biceps flexed.

It was all cut short when another gym member tapped your shoulder, making you jump. The stranger didn’t appear all that amused as you took your time doing jack shit, and you mumbled an apology before moving to the treadmills.

Daring to glimpse your neighbour’s way, you found him already looking back at you through the mirror, entertainment dancing across his features. You whipped your head to face forward, your face feeling much warmer than before.

With you swearing to avoid his gaze for the rest of your life, you failed to realize his eyes never left your frame.

Regardless of whether or not you believed in a greater being out there, you were certain you were being tested right now. You must have been; after all, why else would you find yourself only a few feet away from your half-naked neighbour?

You’d probably cross the short distance between you two if it weren’t for the balcony railings in your way. For now, though, you forced your eyes away from the attractive man who only sported grey sweats.

“Hey, neighbour.”

You didn’t mean to shiver, though it was too late to play it off. Slowly, you turned your head back to face the funeral home employee, your smile obviously forced. He didn’t comment on your wavering voice as you greeted him back; instead smirking at your bashful state.

You stupidly asked him if he was cold, to which he shrugged, his amusement growing by the second. Hoping to shut yourself up, you took a long sip from your mug, eyes trailing elsewhere.

“No need to be so embarrassed,” he chuckled. “You ever been to the beach? Or a pool?”

You sputtered a weak comeback as you tried not to choke on your coffee. A laugh rumbled out of his chest, a deep and melodious tune swimming into your ears. Your eyes landed on the light flexing of his abs with every breath he took, and your grip on your mug tightened.

You made an excuse—something about needing to feed your cat (which you don’t have). He nodded in amusement and politely waved you off before you speed-walked back inside. Even once you were away from him, you could hear his laughter grow louder. If it wasn’t the prettiest sound you ever heard, you’d yell at him to shut up. Asshole.

There was a sex toy shop only a few blocks away. You found it a while back, but never got the chance to explore it. With the day off you got from work, you might as well spoil yourself; you’ve definitely earned it.

And once you found the perfect toy–a magic wand–you were more than ready to test it out once you got home.

The plan was easier said than done when you discovered that the bag they put your toy in was practically see-through. What if you crossed someone on the street? Or your apartment building?

The gods were especially cruel to you with that last part. When you got to your floor, you speed-walked to your door as quickly and quietly as possible. You took a glimpse behind you to make sure no witnesses were around, only to be met with a door to your face. Again.

“Woah!” Whistled a familiar voice. “Hey, neighbour. You okay?”

A large hand splayed itself before you, and you took it as you got off the floor.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” Matsukawa chuckled before observing your face with a gentle hand on your cheek. You felt warm at the small distance between you two, and you moved back, assuring him you were fine. He hummed, then peered down to something next to you. “You dropped something.”

Your eyes widened in a panic as your gaze darted down to your bag. You hastily grabbed onto its handles–making sure the contents remained inside–and excused yourself with a bow.

You’ve only calmed down once you were in the confinements of your home. Your chest heaved for air as you tried to assure yourself that he didn’t see anything. Though even if he didn’t, your reaction was more than questionable.

Embarrassed was an understatement: you were humiliated.

But not so much that you would no longer give your new toy a try.

And you only had one person in mind as you did so.

Why was he here?

Why the fuck was he here?

Were you not careful enough? Did you grow too comfortable going out? All you did was enter your apartment building, only to find your ex-boyfriend already inside.

You weren't able to sneak past him. He caught sight of you right away and asked you to hear him out.

Hear him out.

The fucking audacity.

You told him you never wanted to see him again after you gained the courage to end things with him. You blocked his number, deleted your social media, and moved to Miyagi to start over. None of that was enough for him to get the hint. So now you had to push him away as you tried to tell him to fuck off without your voice wavering. Unfortunately, all that time at the gym wasn’t enough; you were lucky if you even got him to budge. He was much taller and stronger.

And so much fucking scarier.

“Is there a problem here?”

Tears prickled the corners of your eyes at the sound. Matsukawa stood a few feet away from you two, a thick brow raised as he peered down at your ex distastefully. Your neighbour was your guardian angel, you were sure of it.

Without thinking, you ran to him and wrapped your arms around him. You called him babe, and you only then noticed the plastic bags he was holding: groceries. Plastering a large smile, you asked him what he planned on cooking you for dinner tonight.

Matsukawa’s expression didn’t falter, and you could only hope he got the hint. He did–thank God–the arm he carefully wrapped around your waist told you that much. You squeaked at the sudden touch, but tried not to break character.

“I’m making your favourite,” your supposed boyfriend hummed with a warm smile. He then looked back at your ex, his kind expression evaporating. “Didn’t know we were going to have guests tonight.”

That was enough for the creepy bastard to walk away with a scoff. You realized you were still latched onto your neighbour, and you hastily dragged him into the elevator before bringing him into your apartment and slamming the door shut.

You explained yourself in under a minute. Matsukawa had to put his hands on your shoulders to remind you to breathe.

Your ex seemed nice enough when you first met him. Your friends and family weren’t too fond of him; they thought he didn’t have much to offer, but you dismissed them as being shallow at the time.

Your loved ones were only half-right about him: your ex didn’t bring a lot to the table, but what he did just about ruined you. What you used to call “concern for his partner,” you now knew was controlling behaviour: from telling you what to wear to giving you a restricting diet, your choices were no longer your own. Though, that was only the tip of the iceberg.

You’d rather not go too into detail about the horrors of your previous relationship; digging yourself out of that hole was challenging enough. While you were proud of yourself for escaping and learning to open up again, it all felt pointless now. The move, the new job; they meant nothing.

Your neighbour’s expression was unreadable. “Have you informed the police about all this?”

Even in your panicked state, your face managed to falter even more. You told him you don’t trust the police: regardless of whether or not they’d believe you, they’d find a way to side with your ex. He hasn’t done any real harm, you managed to get away before: they’d only believe you once the bastard crossed a line.

You didn’t realize how silent it got since you voiced your concern, having glared off into space at the cards handed to you.

“I’ll take care of it,” he told you. His hands were still on your shoulders, the warmth seeping through the fabric of your shirt and blazing onto your skin. You refrained from shivering. “Do you have another place that you can temporarily stay over at? Like a friend’s house?”

You nodded again, your gaze fixed onto his as you exhaled shakily. It’d all be last-minute to prepare, though you were sure your friend would understand. That wasn’t your focus, though.

Matsukawa was not only quick to believe you, but acted on that belief as well. What would he do? And would it help? Wasn’t him playing the role of boyfriend enough? You didn’t even know what he had planned.

His normally hooded eyes, now piercing as they held your stare, trapped you in place. “I’ll keep you safe.”

He was a man of his word, your neighbour. Only having been gone for two days, you received a call from him assuring you that you could return to your apartment.

“I scared him off,” was as specific as he was willing to be.

Not that you doubted him, though. As gentle as he was with you (minus the times he’d open his door at your face), he was still a towering form of muscle and dark features.

Regardless, was scaring your ex off all it took? Matsukawa seemed to believe so, but he didn’t know your previous lover like you did. Like you do.

Your neighbour understood your concern, though his confidence grappled with his words as he convinced you to return. There was no force in his tone; he was inviting more than anything, but you still had your doubts.

“Tell you what,” he started, “I won’t be going to work tomorrow, so I’ll be around to make sure you’re okay. If you’re comfortable with it, I’ll even let you stay in my room for the day, and I don’t expect nor want you to pay me back in any way. Once you feel better in your own home, we can move on to you calling me whenever you feel unsafe. How’s that sound?”

Your mouth responded before your brain processed. Matsukawa has done so much already; you could figure the rest out yourself. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all.

“It’s no trouble at all, really,” he assured. “I don’t fully know what you’ve gone through, but I know hiding forever won’t do you any good. Give yourself some credit; you’re stronger than you think. You deserve to feel safe in your own home. Besides,” you could practically hear his smug grin through the phone, “I miss my favourite neighbour.”

Oh, he was good.

But he was also kind enough to stand by you as you opened your apartment door. He trailed behind you as you entered your home, even offering to help you unpack after you checked every room. (You said no, of course; he helped enough.)

You just needed to catch up on work for the day, but with a guest, you’d feel guilty keeping him unoccupied. The tea you made for him wasn’t enough for you. He graciously accepted your offer to make him dinner, much to your delight. You were far more ecstatic when he enjoyed the meal, and as time crept closer to your neighbour’s departure, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

You hung your head low as you followed him to your door, and he chuckled.

“My place is right next to yours,” he grinned, lightly nudging your shoulder. “I’m not really going anywhere; I’m right there if you need anything.”

He was about to grab hold of the doorknob when you got the fabric of his shirt first. Matsukawa turned back to you at the tugging sensation, only to have met your glossy eyes peering back up at him. The kiss you landed on his cheek threw him more off-guard, though, and after a short pause between you two, you gave him another one closer to his mouth. And another. And another.

His arms secured themselves around your waist as you desperately pressed your lips against his. Your hands found themselves in his hair, and you sighed as your fingers finally got the chance to play with his curls. With your bodies so close–practically stuck to each other–yours felt warm and your chest; tight.

Even so, you pulled him back into your home. Despite his large frame, his steps slowly followed yours.

“Are you sure?” he panted after separating himself. “You don’t owe me anything—”

You cut him off with a breathless confirmation before connecting with him once more. He returned the affection with just as much fervour, lightly tapping your side to tell you to jump. You were quick to follow, feeling his large hands hooked under your thighs as he carried you back to your room.

Your back hit the mattress beneath you when Matsukawa lightly tossed you onto your bed. He was already removing his shirt while you watched in a daze, though you were still embarrassed as he threw the article of clothing somewhere. He smirked, catching your wandering eyes.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he quipped lowly, removing his slacks. You didn’t miss the bulge his boxers tried to hold back, and you rubbed your thighs together. Without breaking eye contact, Matsukawa crawled onto the bed and continued your previous makeout session.

You realized your clothes were still on, though your neighbour was kind enough to help you take them off. His eyes raked over every inch of exposed skin, lids even more hooded, and you caught the twitch of his bulge in your peripheral vision. Because of this, you missed how he crawled closer, his lips latching onto your neck. The sucking and nibbling sensations fuelled your impatience, making you whine as you pulled him closer. Even as his hands began roaming your body, he wasn’t touching you where you wanted him to. You grabbed hold of his hands to drag them to cup your breasts, and he chuckled against your skin.

“Easy, easy,” he tsked, unclasping your bra and letting it slide off your chest. You almost didn’t notice how his breath hitched as he stared at the exposed flesh. “Christ, you have no idea what you do to me.”

His lips wrapped themselves around one of your nipples, lightly suckling on the bud as one hand groped the neglected mound and the other slid into your damp panties. You mewled helplessly as one of his digits entertained your clit, rubbing slow but sharp circles that made you buck your hips.

So much going on, and you’ve barely started. Every touch Matsukawa landed on your body appeared well-thought-out, his fingers and tongue perfectly following a choreography you had yet to teach him. Or maybe you’ve missed the feeling of someone else’s touch so much that you’ve grown sensitive to whatever has been offered to you?

Your question remained unanswered as he suddenly removed himself from you. You didn’t mean to whine so loudly, but after he ignited a fire in your core, you found it unfair for him to let it dwindle from neglect and a cool breeze.

No one has ever made you beg so quickly before, but much to your delight, Matsukawa complied. Removing your panties with his teeth in one swift motion, he then threw the garment aside to lower himself back to your sopping cunt.

“Shit,” he groaned, taking two fingers to separate your lower lips. “So much better up close, aren’t you?”

You weren’t given a chance to say anything; he already latched onto your clit, lapping at it with his tongue as he slid a finger in your cunt. Your thighs twitched from the sudden rise in pleasure, and your hands planted themselves into his curly locks. Your neighbour felt the tugging sensation sting his scalp and groaned, the vibrations attacking your nub.

“Fucking delicious,” he murmured against your core, sliding in another finger.

You felt him curl his digits inside you, hitting your sweet spot and making you gasp as tears prickled the corners of your eyes. You tried to hold back on squirming, but it was proven too difficult as he sped up his pace. You hardly realized when he added a third finger until your orgasm threatened to erupt.

And when he suckled on your clit, your body writhed in his hold. He didn’t stop, either; his fingers worked their magic alongside his tongue as stars consumed your vision and your toes curled.

Slumped against the mattress, you panted heavily as your lungs begged for oxygen. You blinked away tears as Matsukawa crawled on top of you once more, peering down at your form with a predatory gaze.

“Think you got one more in you?” he hummed, tilting his head slightly. You needed several more seconds before nodding, and a grin pulled at the corners of his lips. “Good girl.”

You were grateful for his eyes being on your face and not your lower half; you didn’t need him to catch you clenching at the praise. You wanted to hear him call you that again. You needed to hear him call you that again.

His large and calloused hands further separated your legs as he shifted closer to his spot between them. Your eyes were glued to his lower half as he teasingly removed his boxers, his cock released from hiding.

It wouldn’t fit; you were sure of it. With a considerable length and girth, you doubted you could even fully wrap your hand around it, let alone take it inside you. The shaft was a couple of shades darker than the rest of his skin while a generous amount of veins littered it. The tip, bulbous and of a rosy hue, leaked precum as it begged for attention.

“Got a condom?” your neighbour asked, snapping you out of your daze. The sex shop offered some for a discount price with your new toy, though you weren’t sure if they even had condoms his size. You nodded regardless, warning him of your concern as you momentarily left your spot to get the condom.

Much to your surprise, it fitted him well. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed as you watched him put it on, wanting to have him as close to you as possible.

Despite these thoughts, you braced yourself as he slid his tip in, your hands going straight to his back and digging their nails into his skin. He grunted into your ear before whispering sweet nothings to soothe you. While they helped to a certain extent, you found it challenging to relax as he slid more of himself inside you.

“Doing so well for me, doll,” Matsukawa panted, pressing a light peck to your cheek. “About halfway there.”

Halfway, he said. You could feel him in your stomach as is, stretched wide open to accommodate his size, and it wasn’t enough. He stopped moving momentarily to allow you to adjust, thank God, but your tears escaped nonetheless.

Your handsome neighbour shushed you throughout the process to calm you down, whispering more words of encouragement as he slowly slid the rest of him inside. Eventually, your hips touched, and whatever air was left in your lungs broke out. He was kissing your neck now, sliding one of his hands down to give your clit some attention. With a shaky sigh, your grip on his shoulder blades loosened ever so slightly, the pleasure slowly distracting you from such a stretch.

You told him to move, albeit meekly, though he promised to go at your pace. You felt every inch of him as he reeled his hips back and thrust in. He stuck to his word and moved slowly, though his strokes were deep, filling you up to the hilt every time. Bit by bit, the pain evaporated until only the pleasure was left to flood your veins. Hearing him grunt and groan against your skin was a bonus, his baritone travelling straight to your core.

“Christ,” Matsukawa rasped as you squeezed him even tighter. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Taking me so well. You feel good, doll?”

Your moaning told him plenty, and he was happy to oblige when you asked him to go faster. Being split in half like this was a foreign sensation, but welcomed nonetheless. You could feel every vein dragging along inside you—were they sensitive? Was this as heavenly to the handsome ravenette as it was to you? His noises were an indication, but you were by far louder. Could anyone even take a cock this big? Assuming you ever got the honour of having him again, you regretted spending money on a toy that couldn’t compare.

Matsukawa picked up his speed and force, grunting something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch in your state. He’d prod at your sweet spot with every stroke, your mind drawing a blank as you wrapped your legs around the small of his back. You didn’t even realize that you were calling him Issei, the name flowing out your mouth like an angel’s song, a prayer to the heavens as your vision grew spotty.

“Fuck, doll,” he gasped, his body tensing. “Keep saying my name. Just like that. ‘M so fucking close.”

Oh, he had no idea. The string in your lower abdomen, thin and withering, was just about to snap. And when he snuck his hand back down to play with your clit once more, the dam burst. Your body tensed as flames streamed through your veins, your jaw dropping as your throat trapped the air begging to escape.

You felt your neighbour’s frame grow rigid in your hold, filling the condom as a low groan dragged out from his chest.

You both calmed down from your highs, and only then did you discover that you’ve been dragging your nails all over his back. His body slumped next to yours on the bed, chest heaving as a grin made way on his face.

Even after all that happened, fear crept into your brain, spreading anxiety throughout your body as you watched him sit up. Memories of your ex leaving you to your lonesome for a smoke break after nights of dissatisfaction played in your head, and you instinctively assumed it would happen again.

“Gonna clean you up.” Matsukawa snapped you out of your thoughts. He carefully removed the condom and threw it in your bin before turning around to face you once more, his expression gentle. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

You wished him sticking to his word didn’t affect you the way it did, but you weren’t used to this form of treatment. He’s seen you naked—why were you so bashful as he swiped the towel across your core? He was careful, you noticed, though you were still sensitive. And when he returned to bed with you, he invited you into his arms, asking you if you needed anything else. With a shake of your head, you slowly shifted closer, leaning against his build as you were embraced with warmth and safety.

You two stayed that way for who knows how long, his voice lulling you to subconsciousness.

For the first time in forever, Matsukawa didn’t mind being in a rush to go to work.

He knew he’d be getting a new neighbour, though causing her trouble on their first encounter wasn’t what he had planned. You were cute, he noted. And stubborn, he soon discovered: it took him a bit of persuading to convince you to help with your boxes as an apology for knocking them out of your hold.

You remained on his mind during work that day, and the frequency only increased once he started seeing you more often. He was sure the first few times were mere coincidences, though after finding you at the same gym as him, there was a part of him subconsciously seeking you out. He’d take note of the brands you’d buy at the grocery store, the way you tried to hide your discomfort whenever he’d smoke (something he stopped doing altogether for you), and your progress on your sets and form at the gym. That last one fuelled his ego when he once caught your gaze on him, and he couldn’t help but tease you about it in his own way. You were so cute when flustered; you couldn’t argue with him to save your life. Not that he minded. You could stare at him all you wanted.

He could say with sincere honesty that bumping into you once again in the corridor was an accident. His eyes would naturally glimpse down at your bag out of curiosity; he didn’t mean to be so nosy. But when seeing a sex toy peek out from its carrier, you couldn’t blame him for staring. Luckily, he kept a neutral expression while returning his gaze to your form. You hadn’t noticed him catching your latest purchase, and he had to refrain from smirking.

He wasn’t even upset when you abruptly left him in the corridor from embarrassment. It just meant he could go back to his room and stroke his dick to the thought of you using the wand. How would you use it? Did you like to ease into it, gradually upping the vibration setting? Or did you prefer to tease yourself, turning into a whining puddle as you held back from going all out? Maybe you overstimulated yourself right at the start, keeping the vibrations high until you were a squirting mess with trembling legs.

He was cumming on his abdomen before he knew it. His eyes bored into the sticky mess he made as he caught his breath. He hadn’t finished that quickly since his early teens, and he bet the real thing with you would feel much more euphoric.

How often did you think about him? Did you think about him at all? You definitely did; after your previous encounter on your respective balconies, there was no way he hadn’t crossed your mind at least once. Did his name ever slip past your lips as you touched yourself? Have you imagined him making you cum? What would you want him to do to you? What would his name sound like if you moaned it?

He snuck into your room the next day after you left for work. Playing around with the lock wasn’t anything he hasn’t done before—turns out the things he learned in high school did turn out handy, even if it wasn’t taught in class. He set up a tiny camera in a tight corner of your room connected to his laptop. What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you. At least, in your case.

For Matsukawa, he needed to know more.

The same day he set up his gear, you used your new toy again in the evening. You were practically dripping; what made you so fucking needy? Were you like that all day?

You played with your clit, easing yourself into the pleasure before eventually using your latest purchase. You were whimpering something under your breath—what, your neighbour couldn’t tell, not with the loud buzzing of the wand. If only he could’ve hidden the camera closer to you, but being in such a rush made him hastily choose whatever spot appeared the best.

But then you got louder. Mostly mewling and moaning, though he couldn’t distinguish much.

Until he did. The ravenette thought he imagined it, being so distracted as he tugged at his cock, but you whined it again.

Mattsun.

He heard you call him that almost every day, and it never got old for him. Not in this setting, though. It was more beautiful than all the times he’d imagine you crying it out underneath him. If only he could get you to call him Issei…

He barely got to complete that thought, having made another mess with his cum. You made him finish so early and hard; it was embarrassing. How was he ever supposed to make you feel this good when you had such an effect on him?

Regardless, he laughed: Matsukawa had a chance.

Then he came along.

The funeral home employee couldn’t give less of a shit where your ex came from; he just wanted the creep to stop standing so close to you. He hadn’t realized how tense he was until you ran to him with open arms, and he felt so much lighter. He could feel you shaking as he returned the embrace, and he wished you’d keep calling him babe.

It was all cut short, and his bliss was soon replaced with fury as you explained your situation. He was honoured that you trusted him more than the cops, though the possibility of them not keeping you safe seeped more anger into his chest. But you didn’t need to see him in such a way; you were already in such a vulnerable state.

So go stay at your friend’s for a bit, and let him do his job to protect you.

There’s no way your ex wouldn’t return to your place now that he discovered where you are. You couldn’t keep hiding, not when you were within reach. So why try to fight against your ex’s persistence? Be inviting, and let it be that fucker’s downfall.

The funeral home employee was quick to prepare for the unwanted visit. He easily fiddled with the lock to your apartment, having done it many times before when you were gone, and let himself in. Purposely leaving the door unlocked, he waited. He waited for as long as he needed to, which was only about twenty minutes before he heard the doorknob jiggle. In sneaked your ex, peeking at every corner before entering the apartment. He jumped when he saw Matsukawa on the couch, whose eyes bored into his target with an unreadable expression.

You let him in, the creep stuttered out. He just needed to get some of his old things back.

Bullshit, but your neighbour offered to lead the way to your room regardless. Only, instead of going straight to the end of the corridor, the two took a right to the bathroom. Before the ex could voice his confusion, he felt a large hand grab onto the back of his head and push him down, slamming it into the sink. Matsukawa wasn’t satisfied; he reeled the bastard’s head back and did it again. And again. And again. And again.

Blood splattered onto the porcelain, juxtaposing the cleanliness of the white with the horrors behind the deep red. Your ex’s head was barely recognizable, if at all. His remains flopped into the sink and onto the floor, blood following the myriad paths between each tile.

Good thing he wore black, but it wasn’t like his closet held many other options. He could worry about his clothes later; it was time to clean up.

His profession came in handy when it called for it. The death consuming the atmosphere stopped overwhelming him long ago, and blood barely fazed him, if at all. It became welcoming over time, he found. Though he assured himself his reasoning behind bashing your filthy ex-boyfriend’s head into your bathroom sink was for your safety first and foremost.

And with his priorities in check, he was given his reward. Hearing you thank him profusely through the phone and in person for helping you warmed his heart, and having you cling to him was the icing on the cake. You needed him; it took you a while to realize this fact, but you finally realized it.

How could he say no to you when you offered to make him dinner? As tempting as it was to casually mention the “no pets” policy in their building, he decided to keep quiet. (He could always tease you later, after all.) He made sure to take his time with every bite, not only to savour the taste but to stall time. No good thing could last forever, could it? Next door neighbours or not, it wasn’t enough, but he forced himself to say goodbye before heading to your door.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised when you tugged at his shirt. And the look you gave him—oh, that look. He could feel his cock stir in his pants from your doe eyes peering up at him, practically begging him to stay. It would be rude to say no, wouldn’t it?

Kissing you was the best he’s ever felt. Every touch you gave him, from tugging at his locks to pressing your lips harder against his, was full of desperation that went straight to his ego and dick. Could you tell how hard he was as he carried you to your room? Even if you couldn’t hear his erratic heartbeat, you should’ve been able to feel it with how close your bodies were.

Seeing you laying on your bed reminded Matsukawa of all the times he’s watched you from behind a screen. This time, though, he got to live out a fantasy. He didn’t have to imagine your taste or wonder what your limits would be; he could test it out for himself. Best of all, he’d get to hear you scream his name.

He remembered what you liked, having watched you so many times. He knew how sensitive you were, and he loved how responsive you were. The way you squeezed his fingers further excited him for what was to come, and your taste was one he’d never want to forget. You won’t need that damn toy anymore now that you had him.

Fitting his cock inside you was a challenge, but you accommodated well. Matsukawa was sure his brain stopped working for a moment with how tightly you were clenching him; he wished he didn’t have the condom on, wanting to feel you milk him dry, fill you up with every drop of cum until you couldn’t take it anymore—

One step at a time. He sat up momentarily to see your pussy stretched open, trying to take him all in. He could’ve cum then and there, but he waited too long for this moment; he’d drag it out, enjoy every second and burn your every reaction into his memory.

“Always so pretty when you cum, aren’t you, doll?”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

“You’re mine, you hear? Your mind, your body, your soul, your very being is all mine.”

You didn’t hear a damn thing with how fucked out you were, though he supposed he should be grateful for that. Even after all that aggression, Matsukawa shifted to a more gentle persona, cleaning you up and holding you close until you fell asleep.

He didn’t let go after you drifted off, either. He wouldn’t sleep—he refused to. His dark eyes traced every feature on your face. His index finger gently glided across your cheekbone, sliding down to follow your jaw until he stopped at your chin to drag his thumb across your lower lip. You surprisingly didn’t wake up: were you a heavy sleeper? Or could you not sleep because of the past few days?

You had nothing to worry about; at least he knew this. He took care of your problem; you wouldn’t have to keep running. You could relax; rely on him to keep you safe. As stubborn as you could be, he also knew you’d eventually come around. Why deny what’s in your best interest?

With a final kiss planted on your temple, Matsukawa pulled you closer to his side.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

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You’re one lucky gal, Daisuke Kambe’s wanted to marry YOU. (Spare some change for the poor (me)?)

Let’s address the obvious: You have a shared bank account.

You get E V E R Y T H I N G you want.

You want a Louis Vuitton purse? You got it.

You’re determined to purchase new Christian Louboutin heels? Do it; you have the money.

Gucci Belt? You already have three.

Question: Did you ever meet someone who does the sexiest things... but indirectly? Thats Daisuke.

When Daisuke is concentrating on his intense stack of paperwork, he bites his bottom lip.

Daisuke undoes his tie with one finger (right pointer finger) when he arrives home from work.

When he’s hot (all the time), he rolls up the sleeves of his black button down.

Puts on his Rolex watch without look. He looks directly in your eyes. Its second nature.

Closes the button of his blazer with two hands.

If Daisuke performs any of these actions, you find yourself melting where you’re standing. You cannot believe this man is this attractive. He steals your breath away.

EVERYONE R E S P E C T S YOU

When you walk into Daisuke’s company, everyone is at your service because you’re “Y/N Kambe, the boss’s wife.” If you ask for something, you receive it within seconds.

Sure, Daisuke’s is a great husband - but please drive. For the love of God, please DRIVE.

Owns the most BEAUTIFUL apartment in New York City.

Daisuke has a HEART of GOLD:

Has a “soft spot” for children: He’s constantly donating towards foundations like Make a Wish, The Sunshine Kids, St. Jude’s, Ronald McDonald House, and Childcare Aware at least five times a year.

Donates under “Anonymous.”

When you’re riding on public transportation or standing in an elevator, and it starts becoming too crowded; Daisuke will give up his spot for older men, women, and children.

Despite assuming the role of the richest and kindest man in the world, Daisuke has social anxiety. He grows nervous and begins shaking when he is meeting any of your new friends. Overtime, your important loved ones will grow close to him, but expect to see Daisuke shaking in his boots if he’s meeting someone important to you. Since you’re married, he’s close to your family now; but he was a nervous wreck.

LOVES making you breakfast in the morning with his $1,000.000 waffle maker.

He always makes a HUGE mess because he makes his own homemade batter (Yes, Daisuke cooks. He doesn’t hire people to cook).

Nearly E V E R Y D A Y Daisuke wakes up early in the morning to assure your penthouse is spotless. He doesn’t like you acting as a “maid.” (He hires people three times a month to deep clean).

“You’re my wife, not my maid. No woman should be forced to clean because of poor societal standards.”

When Daisuke gets frustrated, his eyebrow furrow.

He cannot stand grocery shopping by himself. He gets confused by the littlest things.

When Daisuke can’t figure something out...

When people disrespect you, you’ll see him get angry.

Daisuke’s weakness is when you’ll tie his black tie in the morning before he leaves for work.

After making sure it the expensive fabric lays perfectly on his chest, you’ll stand on your tip toes to kiss him on the lips.

“Have a good day at work, baby.”

Make Daisuke’s lunch, write him “love notes,” and slip them inside of his lunchbox.

Every time Daisuke comes home, you’ll notice your notes aren’t in his lunchbox.

One night you were rummaging through his bedside drawer when you noticed a large black velvet box. When you opened it, your eyes began growing soaked with tears; within the box was EVERY NOTE you ever wrote to him.

NEVER NOT WEARING his black WEDDING RING engraved with your name.

If a woman approaches him, he politely showcases his wedding ring saying, “My apologies, I have a wife.”

Here’s a shocker: Daisuke H A T E S receiving expensive gifts.

Daisuke can buy anything. He’s tired of receiving expensive gifts, but you’re the ONLY person who knows. Instead, you’ll purchase him ten-to-thirty-dollar gifts that remind you of him.

Daisuke’s cheeks will begin to blush looks at the tiny gift you purchased him. As you begin explaining its significance, you’ll notice tears begin pooling into his eyes.

HUGE pictures from your wedding day are scattered throughout the penthouse.

Your wedding song was Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Without the lyrics.

There was a reason behind his madness: On wedding day, during your first dance, you placed your head on Daisuke’s shoulder and sang the lyrics to him.

U.N.I.T.E.D. F.R.O.N.T - You’ll never stand alone.

ADORES your intelligence. Daisuke fell in love with you, your personality, appearance, and especially your intelligence.

Throughout Daisuke’s entire life, women act brainless and submissive, but not you. He loves your smart mind and independent nature.

Still CHECKS YOU OUT all the time.

Especially when you’re wearing business attire paired with a lingerie top or simple silk dresses.

Match him. He will start drooling.

MESMERIZED when you take your hair out of a ponytail or claw clip. He LOVES watching your hair cascade down your back.

Daisuke NEEDS to be connected to you in public. He latches onto your hand lacing your fingers together, gently touches your waist, or places a hand on your thigh. However, his public displays of affection WILL NOT go further. He’s a classy man.

O B S E S S E D with K I S S I N G YOUR LIPS.

When you’re speaking to Daisuke, you’ll notice he’s staring at your lips imaging how soft they are.

You do not fight often, but it does occur. Especially when he puts himself in dangerous situations.

Due to a near-death experience, you grew frustrated and (unannounced) left your home to find a hotel room. Immediately, Daisuke tracked your location.

Within two hours, he knocked on the door. You saw your husband clutching a bundle of flowers and chocolates. With tears streaming down his face.

“Please, don’t ever leave. I’m so sorry - I’ll never do it again. Just don’t leave me. I NEED you.”

Plans the most P E R F E C T dates.

During winter, Daisuke plans to stroll around New York City to see the Christmas lights.

In the spring, he takes you to your favorite Whinery.

In summer, Daisuke privately rents fancy manors hoping spend a few private nights in with you.

During fall, you two curl up into a cozy blanket and light scented candles to watch your favorite horror films.

To surprise Daisuke, you often order tickets to see various orchestras across the country. He becomes enchanted by the sound of violin and piano music. However, his jaw drops during orchestra concerts.

IF YOU HAVE CHILDREN:

They are S.P.O.I.L.E.D. R.O.T.T.E.N.

The most popular kid at school because you two are the parents.

When they are little, they LOVE holding onto Daisuke’s pinky finger as you’re walking.

If your child must attend any sports games or music recitals, you two are always present. Daisuke is the dad constantly taking photos of your child.

Daisuke LOVES watching you rock your baby as you’re singing to them.

LOVES traveling around the world with you.

If you’re working on your laptop, Daisuke slowly comes up behind you. He kisses your cheek and slowly moves down your neck to your sweet spot. (Yes, he memorized where it is).

You’ll have sweet make-out sessions in the kitchen when you’re cooking together.

Gotta keep that spice in your life.

You’ll always claim, “I’m the happiest person in the world.” However, Daisuke denies your statement. No one can be happier than him. After years of being married, Daisuke still cannot grasp how lucky he is to have you.

“I love you with all my heart and soul, beautiful.”

NSFW

Despite being a sweet and loving husband, Daisuke will become a M.E.N.A.C.E in the bedroom.

Before you both start undressing, Daisuke pulls his black gloves off with his teeth.

Wear R.E.D. LIPSTICK

Daisuke LOVES ruining your red lipstick. Watching it smear across your (and his) lips as you engage in a heated make-out session, turns him on.

Often drags his thumb across your bottom lip to smear a line of red lipstick to your breasts. When you look down, you’ll notice a stained line where his thumb traveled down your body.

ADORES when you wear black lingerie.

Once, you matched some lingerie with Daisuke’s oversized blazer by draping his attire across your shoulders... You were nearly unable to walk that morning.

Seeing you wearing black lingerie accompanied with HIS professional blazer corrupted his mind and stained his pants.

Many individuals believe Daisuke would degrade his significant other within the bedroom, but I’m not buying it. You will feel loved and be praised as Daisuke’s wife.

“So goddamn stunning, baby.”

“You like that don’t you, Angel?”

“Baby, you’re so wet. You’re such a good girl.”

KISS HIS NECK - (Take Nike’s advice and) Just do it.

Takes his time worshipping your breasts. (He’s definitely a boob guy.)

If you’re arriving home from an important event/meeting in a gorgeous silk dress, don’t expect to be ignored.

Within seconds of closing the door, Daisuke pushes you to the wall and starts running his fingers over your nipples as he thrusts his tongue in your mouth.

If you enjoy walking around your home half-naked, (at any time) Daisuke can bend you over a hard surface, slowly push your underwear aside, and bury three fingers inside of your cunt.

“You can’t walk around half-naked if you don’t expect to be fucked, baby.”

LOVES seductively staring into your eyes and biting your bottom lip as he’s fingering your pussy. He enjoys the feeling of your walls clutching his fingers.

O.I.L. M.E.S.S.A.G.E.S. - Daisuke LOVES messaging your naked body with oil.

Enjoys fondling your breasts and running his fingers over your sensitive nipples.

When you’re lying on your stomach, Daisuke spends MINUTES rubbing and squeezing your ass.

Soon enough, Daisuke spreads your ass cheeks and buries his tongue inside of your lubed pussy. The sound of his oily hands traveling along your body as he’s eating your pussy is his own paradise.

Doesn’t mind paying for your nails because he imagines the sight of your pretty nails jerking off his cock.

Drapes his arms across the back of the couch as you slowly drop to your knees.

Daisuke intensely watches your every move as you’ve settled between his legs. Looking into his eyes, you’ll pull down his zipper with your teeth to remove his cock from his pants.

Licking up the length his cock, Daisuke throws his head back in utter disbelief.

“Fuck, baby. Please do that again.”

Melts in his seat if you start sucking his balls. You’ll notice Daisuke’s legs start twitching within seconds of running your tongue along his genitals.

Daisuke isn’t a lover willing to share your body, but he CANNOT ERASE the image of you having another women’s head buried between your legs as he watches. (He hasn’t told you this, yet).

However, no men. He’s the only man that can pleasure your body.

Wake Daisuke up by placing your soaked pussy on his stomach. When he’s awakened by you rubbing your pussy across his abs, he cannot help but grab onto your hips and increase the friction.

“Baby, you could have woken me up with a good morning. Now I see you’re only using me to cum. Here I thought you were a little angel, princess.”

“Yes, DADDY.”

Opposite of “Yes, daddy... but PASSIONATE LOVER

C.O.C.K.W.A.R.M.I.N.G.

You feel complete once Daisuke finally buries himself inside of your pussy. He refuses to move as you’re locking lips muttering how much you’re in love with each other.

“Daisuke, please move.”

“Not yet, baby. Let me stay inside of you.”

Expect MORNING SEX. The morning is the perfect time to slowly fuck your tight pussy because he’s hard and warm.

Daisuke’s favorite sex position is a classic: MISSIONARY.

According to Daisuke, missionary is a perfect position to look into your eyes, kiss your lips, suck on your neck, and watch his cock disappear into your pussy. (It’s the best).

SEX in the WATER

In the hot tub, Daisuke gently pulls your breasts out from your small bathing suit to suck on your nipples as you ride his cock. Chasing your orgasm, the sound of water splashing sounding like waves of the ocean.

Remember how obsessed Daisuke is with your hair? Well, he loves pounding into your pussy from behind to watch your hair drape down your back moving with every thrust.

I almost forgot, if Daisuke is fucking you from behind and you have back dimples, he buries his thumbs into them and forces your ass back on his cock.

LOVES OBSESSED with SEX TOYS.

Buys a new one each week.

Surprise... Daisuke presses a vibrator to your sensitive clit as he’s pounding inside of you.

Eases a diamond butt plug into your ass.

Daisuke will cum anywhere. Inside of your body - on your body - who knows?

Mostly spills him load onto your stomach or ass.

If Daisuke cums inside your pussy, he gathers the load with his fingers and brings them up to your lips.

“Open wide, baby.”

“I know you love the taste of our cum together.”

The aftercare is S.T.U.N.N.I.N.G.

Following an intense love-making session, Daisuke draws a bath for the two of you. You’ll lay between his legs as he messages and cleans your body.

“You can still walk, right, love?”

Honestly, I don’t think you can.

THANK YOU FOR READING - BEFORE YOU LEAVE...

I wish to apologize for my lack of posts. I try to create a requested headcanon two times a week, but it seemed impossible this week. As many of you know, I am a senior in college. This week has been hectic in regard to my major.

Thank you for your patience. ♡

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Can I make a request with tenjiku, where kakucho has this pretty boyfriend and none of the gang believe him. I love my boy kakucho😔

You sure can fam!

Kaku deserves so much love

"Whose that?" Ran asked curiously as he looked at the cute boy on Kakuchos flip phone home screen "oh that's my boyfriend" kakucho said simply and the room halted "w h a t?" Tenjiku was shocked to say the least as Kakuchos phone was taken from his hands and passed around the room "there's no way you're dating him" Shion laughed and the scarred man scowled before taking his phone from hanma who had a shit eating grin.

"How is it so hard to believe that he would date me"

"Because he's a bombshell and you're well..."

"To the average person, intimidating"

Kakucho rolled his eyes as Izana looked at him with a blank look "and why haven't I met this so-called boyfriend?"

"Because you would try and intimidate him"

"Well let's meet this boyfriend ~" hanma said with a shit eating grin and Kakucho looked annoyed as the rest of the men nodded in agreement and called his boyfriend.

"Hey baby..." Kakucho glared at the men snickering at the cute nickname "I was wondering if you wanted to meet some people... Yeah sure--- baby you don't have to-- alright alright, I will text you the address alright?"

And then kakucho sighed as everyone looked at him as he whispered a soft "I love you" into the phone.

The men were cackling as Kakucho blushed "he will be here in 30 minutes"

When a soft knock at Tenjiku headquarters door rapped gently kakucho got up but the Haitani brothers beat him to it as they swung open the door "can we help you?" Rindō asked in a blase town as they took in the pretty boy before them, the picture didn't do him any justice.

"Hello! Is kakucho here? He asked me to come here" and that's when they noticed the bags of food as Kakucho took them from the assumed boyfriends hands "babe you didn't have to bring us food" "I want to make a good impression on the people you spend so much time with!" (Name) said with a huff as he was led inside "(name) meet Tenjiku" kakucho said as he set the bags of food on the table "it's a pleasure to meet you all!" (Name) said sweetly as the Tenjiku men smelt the heavenly aroma coming from the food "so you're dating Kakucho?" Kisaki asked slowly and (name) nodded "four months!"

"I still can't believe you hid him from me, you didn't tell me you were dating someone!"

"You didn't tell them about me?" (Name) said to his boyfriend with a head tilt "I was waiting till the right moment"

(Name) just smacked his arm gently "I brought food for you all, I didn't have much time so I hope it's alright!"

The men devoured their meals and thanked (name) "so (name) you into polyamory?" Hanna teased as Muto smacked his arm "sorry I am committed to Kaku" (name) said seriously as he sat between kakucho and Izana "and you must be Izana! Kaku told me so much about you!"

"He has?"

"Yeah, he always talks highly of you! You two are best friends right?"

Izana didn't know what to do as he stared at the angel boy "kakucho if you hurt him I will jump you"

"Thank god I don't plan on hurting him"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #kakucho hitto #kakucho x male reader #kakucho x reader #tenjiku x reader

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robinbuckleysgfreall · 2 years

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Not just a game

prt 2 (part 1 here)

For my fav @rosieposiejpg

Warnings: smut, cunnilingus, face riding, fem!reader… that’s all I think!

Mikes hopped off his bike, breathing heavily as he checked the note y/n had left in his locker. Her address. After double checking he was at the right place, he straightened himself out and took a deep breathe before knocking on the front door.

What had happened previously that day had felt like a dream. Y/n l/n one of the most popular girls at Hawkins High, the girl Mike had hated thought he hated for months had made out with him (and more) in the janitors closet and even invited him round her for more after school.

Straightening out your skirt, you quickly checked yourself in the mirror one more time, straightened your quilt covers (which would most likely get messed up later anyways) before rushing downstairs to answer the door.

“Hey Mike” you smiled up at him letting him into your house. “Hi! hey y/n” Mike stuttered awkwardly as he followed you through your house.

“Do you, want anything to drink?” You asked, not quite sure how hookups happened, you’d never had a “sneaky link” before. “Uh, no thanks I’m good” Mike replied leaning Cooly against the wall. But I could do with a snack” he continued walking towards you. Feeling the tension rising you started “well we h-have some cookies in the cupboar-“ before being cut off by Mikes lips on yours. The kiss was rushed and heated much like the one from earlier that day, only it was clear you weren’t the one in charge this time. Mike pulled away “i’d much rather taste you” he said licking his lips. “New lip balm?”

“Just for you.” You replied pulling him back in for another kiss before tugging his his belt loops towards the stairs and then leading him up to your room. Shutting the door swiftly behind him, Mike pushed you up against it kissing you more, trailing his lips down your neck and you whimpered. “What’s the matter baby, getting deja vu?” He smirked before sucking on your neck again causing your panties to dampen as you moaned.

Mikes hands travelled underneath your skirt up to your soaked core. “No panties?” He asked as his fingers began circling your clit. You nodded “just for you” whilst moaning. His fingers dipped down lower as he gently pushed one into your aching core pumping it slowly. Just as you were getting accustomed to the sensation, moaning desperately in his ears, he pulled his fingers out licking them clean of your wetness.

You whined from the lack of contact and the sight and Mike chuckled. “As much as I love having you against the wall moaning for me, I thought you promised to ride my face” your body warmed up at the reminder of your words from hours before. Sensing your embarrassment Mike kissed you, softly this time, lovingly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

“It’s not that I just-“ Y/n started. “What’s wrong?” “What if I hurt you?” She revealed.

Mike laughed placing a kiss on your burning cheek “to die between these thighs?” He said pinching your plush thighs. “I’d be in heaven already” with that Mike made his way towards your bed, respectfully taking off his shoes before laying down. You followed him, straddling his lap. Moving your hands to the bottom of his shirt you tugged it lightly “let’s get this off, you wouldn’t want it to get dirty now would you?” You stated and Mike pulled his shirt. Your eyes raked over his pearly skin and thin graceful build. He was beautiful. “Thanks” Mike responded cheeks burning. “I said that out loud??” Y/n complained burying her face in his shoulder as Mike laughed.

“Come on don’t keep a man starving” he spoke cheekilye and y/n shuffled towards his eager face, straddling it. You hovered slightly, scared you may squish him to death “don’t be shy” Mike pulled you down by your hips, his face now buried between your plush thighs.

His lips attacked your clit first sucking harshly as you squirmed on top of him, his firm grip on your legs held you there on his tongue as it now delved between your folds, licking your slit before plunging into your soaked pussy. All your previous worries now disappeared as you began grinding down onto his awaiting mouth, his hands on your hips helped you as he guided your pussy up and down his tongue. Your moans filled the room as your hands searched for something to hold on to, to anchor you to reality. Settling in mikes hair, your fingers griped his hair roughly and you pulled absentmindedly as he sucked harshly on your clit again. His moans vibrated through your cunt as he felt your hands pulling, urging him to pleasure you more.

And pleasure he did, licking and slurping up your wetness forcing you down on his awaiting tongue. Mike was in heaven, your thighs squeezed his face and your hands pulled his hair but it all only urged Mike to go harder, desperate to taste your sweet sweet release. Your pussy clenched around his tongue as you called out “Mike I think I’m about to cum” moans filling the room. “Go on doll cum on my tongue, wanna taste you” Mike urged you on and soon enough your release was all over his face as you flopped sideways onto your bed. Mike rolled over kissing your lips and you could taste yourself on his tongue, your release dripping down his chin. He wiped his face on your sheets before kissing you again, is hands massaging your aching thighs as he did.

“Did i.. did i do good?” Mike asked desperate for some praise and you could have laughed right there. You were almost passed out on your bed, legs trembling, chest heaving, pussy clenching all from him and he was really questioning how well he did? “Yes mike you did amazing, i don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before” you praised him and he smiled to himself. And moved closer towards you and wrapping his arms round your waist.

Half an hour, a fresh shower and a drink later, you lay on your bed snuggled into your pillows reading a comic you found sticking out of mikes bag. The light from the bathroom clicked off and you heard feet padding towards your room again, so you looked up to see Mike coming in with just a towel wrapped around his waist and a shirt thrown over his shoulder.

“You sure your parents won’t mind me using the hot water?” He asked nervously “as if I’m gonna tell my parents about this” got laughed and his did to, pulling on his boxers and a shirt before climbing into your bed next to you. “Whatcha reading?” He asked “just this comic, it was sticking out your bag i hope you don’t mind” y/n asked nervously.

“What’s mine is yours princess.” He responded pressing a kiss you your temple.

The two of you stayed like that snuggled close in your bed (you changed the sheets whilst Mike was in the shower dw) until you drifted to sleep. Good thing your parents would be home for the whole weekend.

#Mike wheeler smut #Mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x reader fluff #mike wheeler x reader smut #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler smut #stranger things smut #mike wheeler

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shiftingparadise · 2 years

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Hii! I loved your Feitan x reader story and if you are taking requests at the moment I was wondering if you’d write another about him. My idea is that reader is in the troupe and she/I/we have no-strings attached secret sex arrangement but he we both get feelings. You don’t have to do exactly that just anything with Feitan I’ll be happy with haha <33

Thank you! I'm really happy you liked it 😇. I hope you like this one as well. I certainly loved writing this one 🤓

Hope everyone's having a great day!🤍✨

Word count: 3777

‘We stay here’, ‘Here? Aren’t we supposed to keep a low profile?’. Your eyes darted towards the fancy reception and the girl behind it. ‘Boss texted me the address’.

It was only natural that Feitan would keep such an important piece of information to himself.

‘Thanks for letting me know, partner��. ‘Don’t roll your eyes at me’, his cold gaze never failed to send shivers down your spine. ‘Just get the keys to our rooms, please’, you sighed while sitting down on one of the leather couches.

You watched Feitan walk towards the receptionist, his hands nonchalantly placed in his pockets. He somehow looked different tonight. Even with the exorbitant chandelier and the unnaturally clean floor, Feitan didn’t seem to feel out of place – unlike you.

‘Got it’. ‘Where’s the key to my room?’. ‘Only one room left tonight, so we’ll need to share’, he closed his eyes for a second before turning around, ‘Didn’t know it would be a problem’.

A problem? It wasn’t exactly a problem, but you were never that close to Feitan. You adored Shalnark, Uvo, the girls… But Feitan always kept his distance. It’s only natural that sleeping in one room with Feitan is uncomfortable, right?

‘Woooh’, your eyes lit up when Feitan opened the door to the room. This was definitely different from your usual abandoned factories or warehouses. ‘Feitan look!’, you hurried over to the fridge, ‘They have onigiri in here, my favorite!’. ‘I asked someone to place it there. Thought you would want a snack’.

Your eyes darted towards Feitan. He looked as cold as ever, but this wasn’t like him… Or was it? You never got a chance to talk to him, since he always rejected any form of small talk with you. Maybe being paired with him wasn’t as bad as you thought.

‘Thanks’, you smiled at him while throwing the wrapper away, but he already disappeared into the bathroom.

---

‘Fei, hurry up, I want to shower. You’ve been in there for 40 minutes’, you knocked on the bathroom door.

‘Calm down’.

Well, this moment was at the top of the list of your most embarrassing moments. Feitan – apparently – didn’t mind you seeing him ‘au naturel’.

‘S-shit Fei, at least cover yourself before opening the door’, you quickly turned around, covering your burning cheeks with your arm.

‘Why?’.

‘B-Because-‘, ‘Stop acting childish and get dressed. We still have things to do before tomorrow’. ‘H-hey!’, you hastily took off the towel he threw over your head. ‘Ew!’, a sour look in your eyes once you realized that it was a used one. ‘Hurry up’. ‘Yes boss’, you narrowed your eyes at his command.

‘He looked kind of pretty with his wet hair and-‘, you quickly shook the thoughts away, focusing your attention on the hot water streaming down your back. You couldn’t think about him like that, you knew that, but it wasn’t your fault that he stood naked in front of you. It’s only normal that you thought about him, right? It's not like you've seen anyone else in the troupe naked.

‘I’m leaving in 10 minutes’.

Your whole body froze when you heard his cold voice. He sounded close, too close.

‘F-Fei! You can’t just come in here when I’m showering!’, you hastily grabbed a towel, holding it in front of your naked body.

‘Why?’.

Feitan loved this, he loved every moment. He wasn’t stupid. Feitan knew he couldn’t just waltz in the bathroom while you were showering… but how couldn’t he? You left the door slightly open, as if you wanted him to see you like this. He was looking through the crack anyway, he might as well enjoy this some more. Feitan always loved it when you were flustered or embarrassed. You were just so cute with your shy voice and pink cheeks. Not to mention the way your brows always drew together, trying to put on a mad expression, all to hide your embarrassment.

‘I swear to God, Fei, if you don’t leave now-‘. ‘Leaving in 5. You better hurry up if you want to come… Don’t forget to wear this’, you followed the finger that pointed towards the door. ‘Huh?’, you looked at the hanger, ‘A dress?’. ‘You need to listen when boss talks’.

He wasn’t wrong. Your attention span was probably shorter than that of a goldfish, but it never mattered. Your fellow troupe members always knew what was going on and informed you, but Feitan wasn’t much of a talker.

---

‘Know you won’t like it, but you’ll need to act submissive’. ‘Excuse me?’, you raised a brow, taking your eyes off the passing buildings. ‘Club where we’re going treats women like property, ‘And why exactly are we going there?’.

Your heart started to race. You’ve always hated the way men often felt entitled to treat women like shit.

‘Haven’t you heard a word boss said during the meeting?’, Feitan’s cold eyes locked with your heated ones, ‘Need to rob the place tomorrow so we need to see where they keep the goods’. ‘Fine’, you crossed your arms in discontent, there was nothing you could do about it anyway.

‘We’re here. Just follow my lead’, ‘Yeah yeah, fine’, you angrily smacked the door of the car.

‘This yours?’.

‘This?’. You already needed to gather every ounce of self-control to not beat the shit out of that pig.

‘Yes’, Feitan looked at the guard, ‘She’s mine’.

His? Just another small detail Feitan forgot to mention.

‘Will she be shared?’.

‘Think about the mission Y/N, just keep your head down’.

‘No.’, Feitan narrowed his eyes, a slight change in his aura. ‘How unfortunate. Her beauty is remarkable’. ‘She’s mine and mine alone’.

‘I see… Well, enjoy your stay’, the man roughly grabbed your arm, ‘Not too fast darling, still have to give you a number’. You wanted to throw up when you could feel the man stamping a number on your wrist in red ink. ‘Now you can hop behind your master, little thing’.

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‘Can’t believe this’, you angrily murmured while sitting on Feitan’s lap, ‘No seats for women? What’s wrong with this place’. ‘Behave’.

You jolted when you could feel Feitan’s nails digging into your thigh.

‘H-hey stop!’. ‘Act the part or I’ll have to discipline you in front of everyone. They’re already looking at us’.

He was right. All the men and their ‘properties’ had their eyes on the two of you.

‘Want to keep a low profile, behave. Still haven’t found the safe’. ‘Fine’, you dropped your eyes to the ground.

You tried to sit as still as possible, but your leg started to cramp. You tried to – as subtle as possible – sit a little more comfortably. It should feel awkward to have your ass rubbing over Feitan’s crotch when you readjusted your position, but it didn’t.

‘H-huh’, your eyes widened when Feitan placed his hands around your waist, keeping you in place. ‘Stop’, his lips hovered next to your ear.

God, you felt so embarrassed at how good it felt to have his member rubbing against you. This shouldn’t be happening. You shouldn’t feel turned on by this, but you truly couldn’t help it. You loved this, the way you were his for a few hours.

‘Sorry, had a cramp’, your hands were tugging at your dress.

You tried to sit still for a few minutes, but your mind was filled with lewd thoughts of Feitan. You hadn’t slept with anyone in so long, you couldn’t help that the tiniest friction turned you on.

‘Y/N stop’, Feitan, once again, held you in place. ‘Why? I just want to sit comfortably’, you looked at your hands, a guilty smile on your face. ‘Don’t’, Feitan tightened his grip around your waist, ‘If I tell you to stop, you stop’.

You straightened your back before shuffling your ass closer to Feitan. A mistake. A mistake that cost you your dignity. It never felt so hard to suppress a whimper once you could feel Feitan’s hard member pressing against your panties.

‘Brat’. ‘Hm?’, you looked over your shoulder, eyes as innocent as ever. ‘Want to act clueless?’.

Your eyes shot wide open when you saw his devilish grin.

‘I’m your master here, don’t forget that’, his hands started guiding your hips, letting you grind over his hard member. ‘F-fei stop’, you tried to hide your burning cheeks. ‘Don’t get shy now. You were the one that started this’. ‘W-we need to focus on the mission-‘, ‘Found the safe the minute we walked in here’.

Bastard.

‘F-fuck you, Fei’, you pressed your legs together. ‘I enjoy seeing you like this, being submissive suits you’.

You could just walk away, right? Fei knew where the safe was, there was no need for you to put up with this anymore.

‘L-let me go’, you tried to stand up, but Feitan was quick to remind you of his strength. ‘Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this’.

‘Everything alright here?’, one of the waiters looked at Feitan, ‘Someone can discipline her if you want’. You could see the waiter looking at you, a smug expression on his face. ‘You must be proud, she’s beautiful’. ‘Because I take good care of her’, Feitan replied coldly, ‘But I’ll discipline her myself. That’s why we’ll be leaving now’. ‘Of course, sir. We hope to see you again soon’.

Feitan roughly grabbed your wrist, pulling you behind him. You thought the atmosphere would change once you were in the car, but it didn’t.

‘You disrespected me’, ‘Just let it go Fei’, you looked out of the window, trying to ignore the warm feeling between your legs. ‘You’re lucky I knew where the safe was, otherwise I had to punish you in front of everyone’. ‘I said let it go’, you rolled your eyes, ‘The mission for today is finished’. ‘It’s finished when your punishment is over’.

You jolted when you could feel Feitan’s hand between your legs.

‘S-stop’, your cheeks blushed at the thought of the driver that was sitting in the front. ‘Stop?’, Feitan smirked, ‘When you’re this wet?’. ‘Shit Fei, keep your mouth shut!’, you wanted to push him away, but he swiftly grabbed your wrist, stopping you. ‘Don’t worry’, he placed your hand on his crotch, ‘I want this just as bad as you do’.

Your eyes went round when you could feel how hard he was. Was he like this with everyone? Did he sleep with Machi? Or Shizuku?

‘Shut up Fei’, you pulled away, turning your back towards him. ‘Don’t need to talk to make you feel good’.

---

‘Just one time, okay?’, you whispered in between kisses, back pressed against the mattress.

This wasn’t right, you knew that, but you wanted this. You craved him.

‘Hm’, Feitan hummed while leaving another mark on your neck, ‘Just once’.

Honestly, you never knew this was going to happen. You never knew Feitan could drive you this crazy.

‘Pretty’, Feitan hummed while rubbing his tip against your entrance, ‘You’re pretty when you’re this wet for me’. ‘What did you expect when you teased me like that in the car’. ‘You started this’, Feitan grabbed your jaw, forcing you to lock your eyes with his, ‘Want you to look at me when I make you feel good’.

Your eyes flew shut when you felt him inside you. He was big, bigger than you expected.

‘Asked you to look at me’, he softly tapped on your cheek, as to bring your attention back to him, ‘You better listen if you want to come’. ‘S-shit Fei’, you swallowed away a moan, tangling your hands in his hair, ‘Feels so good’.

‘Stop talking’, he pressed his hand on your mouth while looking at how his member disappeared inside you, ‘Only want to hear you beg’.

And you did. You begged for him to let you come over and over again, but he never let you. This was all a game to him, to see how long it would take for you to break.

‘Want to come?’, Feitan smirked while pressing your face into a pillow, his free hand cupping one of your breasts. ‘P-please, please Fei’. ‘Still want this to be a one-time thing?’, he smirked while thrusting into you, each time harder than before. ‘N-no, want this every night’, you started tugging on the sheets, still trying to find your relief. ‘What if I tell you I don’t? Would that make you sad?’, he moved towards your most sensitive spot. ‘Y-yes’, you unwillingly squirmed at his unexpected touch. ‘Because no one ever fucked you like this? No one ever made you feel this desperate?’. ‘F-fei please…’, you nodded your head to show a sign of affirmation.

‘Tch, look at you. You’re a mess’.

You were. Your mascara was running down your cheeks; you couldn’t stand up straight anymore; … Feitan had fucked you dumb.

‘Fine, you can come’.

Finally.

‘F-fei don’t stop, please’, you grabbed his wrist, forcing his hand in place, ‘Don’t stop touching me’. ‘Just come already’.

And you did. You loved the way he sounded so uninterested, unbothered even.

‘Shit’, Feitan didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to fill you up already, but you clenched around him so good, feeling so tight. He couldn’t control himself anymore.

‘I’ll get a towel’, he pulled out, not bothering to look at you.

After he cleaned you up, nothing much was said anymore. Feitan just turned off the lights and turned his back towards you.

‘Hey Fei?’, you turned around to look at him, letting your eyes wander over his back. The moonlight revealed every scar, every bruise on his back, including the scratches you caused.

‘What?’.

‘Can’t we make some sort of arrangement?’. ‘Arrangement?’.

Please say yes.

‘Let’s do this more often, just sex, no feelings. No strings attached’. ‘Okay’.

Great. Just as talkative as ever.

‘Okay’, you smiled while turning around. ‘Can you stop talking now? Tired, want to sleep’.

That’s Feitan for you.

---

‘Shut up, Shalnark and Uvo are in the room next to ours’.

How many times? How many times did you sleep with Feitan by now? You couldn’t remember anymore. Ever since your little ‘agreement’, Feitan took you where- and whenever he wanted.

‘T-then stop teasing me’. ‘Shut up’, Feitan smirked while pressing your head onto the cold table that was standing in the abandoned room.

‘Make me’.

‘Tch, brat’, Feitan narrowed his eyes, swiftly turning you around, ‘I’ll cut out your tongue if I have to’. ‘You won’t’, you wrapped your hands around his wrists, trying to loosen his grip around your throat. ‘Don’t tempt me, brat’.

‘You won’t’.

‘Fine’, Feitan’s devilish smirk appeared again, ‘Want to tempt me some more?’. Tears shimmered in your eyes once you could feel the cold metal of his knife against your cheek. ‘Come on, do it’.

He loved this, he loved seeing you shiver underneath him.

‘What’s wrong? Lost your tongue?’. ‘Do it’, you frowned, trying to ignore the knot that appeared in your stomach. Feitan’s eyes widened when he could feel you clench around him, he never expected you to like this as much as he did.

‘You’re just as twisted as I am, aren’t you?’, he moved his knife to your throat, pressing it against the soft skin. ‘F-fuck’, you closed your eyes, mind filled with pleasure, ‘Harder Fei, fuck me harder’.

Feitan’s eyes were fixed on the drop of blood that dripped down your throat. He smirked before licking up the drop of blood. He wanted more, he needed more of you.

‘Going to come’, Feitan grabbed your jaw with his other hand, ‘Thank me for filling you up, or you won’t come’. ‘T-thank you Fei’, you arched your back while tugging on his hair, ‘Thank you for making me feel good, for always breeding me s-so good’. ‘Good girl’, he started to rub circles on your sensitive spot, ‘You can come with me’.

‘Fei? Y/N?’, Uvo knocked on the door, ‘Boss called us, we can leave’.

Right. You were here to retrieve some goods that were left behind from the previous heist.

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‘A mission with the whole Troupe? This is awesome’, you grabbed Pakunoda, pulling her closer, ‘And it’s not even a hard one. We can basically party!’.

‘Can you take this more seriously?’, Chrollo closed his eyes, ‘You girls need to keep that creep occupied in his club while the others grab the goods from the vault’.

‘Don’t worry, we’ll manage’, Machi replied coldly.

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‘Is that him? He is pretty’, Shizuku pulled on the fabric of her dress, trying to cover up her breasts a little bit more. ‘He is, isn’t he?’, you widened your eyes when you saw the target.

‘Girls seriously’, Chrollo sighed while looking out the car window, ‘Be careful, he is a pervert’. ‘Fei will watch us, right?’, Shizuku sounded as sweet as ever. ‘Hm’, Feitan replied coldly.

Feitan hated this. For some reason, he didn’t want to see other men groping your body, even if it was for a mission.

‘H-hey, watch out!’, you angrily pushed the man that spilled his drink all over you. ‘My bad’, the man smirked, ‘But what’s a pretty thing like you doing here alone?’.

Alone? You weren’t alone. Machi and the other girls were standing right h-

‘Shit’, you hastily looked around, trying to find them. Where did they go? You just went to the bathroom for a minute. ‘You lost?’, the man grabbed your arm, pulling you closer, ‘I can help you find whatever you’re looking for’. His hand traveled down your ass while the other was groping your breasts. ‘Get off me, you creep!’. ‘Don’t worry, everyone’s listening to a speech from the guy that runs this place. No one will even notice. I’ll pay you if you let me fuck you in the bathrooms’. ‘Stop touching me!’, you wanted to grab one of your knives, but before you could, you could see Feitan standing behind the man.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at you. Within a minute, the stranger was dead, his hands cut off.

‘You’re coming with me. Shizuku and the others will handle this’, ‘F-fei, I can easily take care of myself!’.

Right. As if he was going to listen to you.

‘In the car, now’, Feitan held the door open for you. ‘No!’. ‘Wasn’t asking’, Feitan forcefully pushed you into the car before sitting next to you. ‘Aren’t you supposed to watch the girls?’, ‘Franklin’s watching them’.

So much for conversation. Feitan didn’t bother to answer any of your questions anymore.

‘You’re staying in my room’. ‘Why? I don’t need a babysitter’, you raised your voice, pressing one of the buttons in the elevator. ‘Because I say so’. ‘Shit Feitan, you can’t boss me around like this’. ‘You’re staying in my room’. ‘Maybe if you would’ve just asked me-‘, ‘Don’t care, you’re coming with me’.

You didn’t respond. It was useless to go against him anyway.

‘Asshole’, you sighed while sitting down on his bed, ‘I was having a good time’. ‘A good time? Strangers groping you is what you call ‘a good time’?’. ‘What if I do? It’s none of your business’.

No strings attached. That’s what you both decided.

‘Right’, Feitan’s voice never sounded so quiet before, ‘I’m going to shower. Don’t bother to leave, I’ll find you anyway’.

You sighed while taking off your heels. What was the meaning of this? Feitan never acted like this before, he never raised his voice at you.

‘Doesn’t matter’, you took off your dress, ‘I need to shower too’.

‘Fei?’, you carefully called out for him, ‘Can I join? I’m all sticky because he spilled that drink over me’. ‘Whatever’.

Cold as ever. You got into the shower, standing back-to-back with him. You never showed any form of affection towards each other, not even cuddling after sex. You tried though, many times, but he always pushed you away.

‘Huh?’, your cheeks went red when you felt his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. ‘For what it’s worth, you looked beautiful today’.

Was this Feitan? This couldn’t be him.

‘T-thanks’, you shyly responded, quickly getting out of the shower. ‘Going to sleep’, you said softly, ‘Goodnight Fei’.

You quickly covered yourself underneath the sheets, trying to repress the memories of all the times you wished he held you like that. Yes. You fell for him. You cared for him even though you agreed not to.

You pretended to be asleep once you could feel Feitan laying down next to you. ‘Huh?’, you slowly opened your eyes when you could feel him pulling you closer to him. This was the first time he held you. ‘F-fei are you okay?’. ‘Yes’.

You could feel his nose digging into your hair, his hand softly massaging your breasts.

‘F-fei’, you moaned, already melting under his touch. ‘Hm?’, he placed a swift kiss on your shoulder, moving his hand in between your legs, ‘How can you be this wet already?’. He was smirking, you just knew it. ‘If you want me to make you feel good, just ask’, he slowly pumped his finger in and out your entrance, enjoying the way you sounded under his touch.

‘Turn around’.

It didn’t sound like he ordered you this time. His voice sounded sweet and patient.

‘What?’, you looked into his eyes when you could feel his hand caressing your cheek. A gesture he never did before. ‘Hard time with words, so I’ll show you’. Feitan took his time to study every part of your face.

You were, without a doubt, the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. He loved the way your breathing was heavy, your lips slightly parted. He loved the way you batted your eyelashes when he looked at you… Did he love you? Did he care for you? He wouldn’t know even if he did. He never had someone that loved or cared for him, but if this was love, it hurt. He hated how empty he felt when you weren’t next to him, or how worried he was when you were on a mission. He hated the way you caused a warm feeling in his chest every time you giggled when Shalnark told you a joke. He hated when other men talked to you, even if it were his comrades.

‘Fei?’, you felt nervous, even afraid. ‘Sorry’, he gently pressed his forehead against yours, his lips hovering over yours, ‘Broke our agreement’.

He gently cupped your cheeks before kissing you. Your heart jumped out of your chest. This was your first kiss with Feitan, your first kiss with someone you cared about.

‘Don’t worry, I broke it too‘.

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letterstotheflre · 3 years

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jealousy, jealousy

summary: harry’s friends have a thing for his mom. james can't help but turn a little green in the eye.

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

a/n: i've had this one in my drafts for a while and i thought why not post it?

you finish putting the nachos in a bowl just as loud shouts come in from the living room. you shake your head as you listen to harry and his friend’s curse loudly, praying to god they don’t throw a controller at the wall like the last time.

you look at james, who’s leaning against the mantle next to you and holding back a laugh at your exasperated expression. “you know it’s gonna be you the one to fix it if they break something, right?”

he shrugs and tries to steal a few chips only to have you swat his hand, although it doesn’t deter him. “let them have their fun,” he says through a mouthful. “they’ll be back at school in a few days and then you’ll start crying ‘cause you miss the noise.”

embarrassment floods your cheeks, but you roll your eyes as though unaffected. “i do not cry, james.”

now he laughs loudly, remembering the night four months ago when he woke up to your sobs as you looked through pictures of harry on your phone.

he places his hand on the small of your back and pulls you closer. “sure you don’t, baby.”

you soak up his embrace before trying to change the subject, not content with james slight teasing. “i have to go to the store, can you pick me up in thirty minutes?”

he hums, watching as you add the sugar to the pitcher of lemonade and leaning down to press soft and wet kisses on the column of your neck, mumbling about how pretty and what a good housewife you are.

now you are sure your cheeks resemble the heat of a fire. “james,” you whisper while trying to pull away from him. “you can’t do that, the kids are right there.”

he grumbles and pouts like a child. he can kiss you whenever he damn wants to, he thinks, it’s his house and his wife, for fucks sake!

he doesn’t relent his silent tantrum until you kiss him properly, your lips moulding against his as though they were made for each other. you bite his lower lip and he groans lowly. “later,” you promise, then turn around and take the tray and the jug in your hands.

james stares as you make your way to the living room, the little sundress you’re wearing fluttering around you like water. what a fucking tease, he groans in his mind. but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“hi, boys!” you greet happily, your voice carrying back to the kitchen where james listens attentively. “i brought you some snacks in case you got hungry,” you lean down to place the items on the coffee table.

you don’t notice the way the weasley twins stare right at your ass, nor the glare that harry sends them.

“i have to go to the store, s’there anything you need, bubs?” you ask harry, smoothing down his hair even though you know it’s as uncontrollable as his father’s.

“no, mom. thank you,” he says with a smile.

you mumble an ‘okay’, then turn to make your way to the second floor to freshen up before going out into the heat.

seamus is about to open his mouth when you turn unexpectedly. six pairs of eyes stare at you as you put your hands on your hips. “please don’t break anything,” you beg lightly. “i don’t want to ask jamie to fix another hole in the wall.”

“can’t make any promises, mrs. potter,” jokes fred. he doesn’t know this, but your heart soars whenever someone addresses you as mrs. potter.

“don’t make me call your mother, fred,” you threaten without any fire. the boys know very well that you and james were never ones to snitch.

fred looks scandalised for a second before a smirk takes over his face. “how d’you know i’m fred? s’because i’m the handsome one, innit?”

james grits his teeth as he listens to the redhead flirt with his wife. you laugh, unknowingly making the hearts of all the males skip a beat. “whatever helps you sleep at night, fred," you say airily. "but according to hermione, it's george the heartthrob."

and then you’re gliding up the stairs, five boys staring hypnotised at the place where you stood.

“man,” whispers seamus. “your mom is so fucking hot, harry.”

“shut the fuck up, seamus,” grunts harry, angrily biting into a nacho.

george whistles lowly, then turns to his twin. “think she’ll give me a spanking if i break something?” the rest of the boys laugh, except for harry, who keeps eating angrily.

james is in a similar position, biting an apple with a little too much force. he hates that every time harry’s friends come over they always stare at you and even try to flirt. as if they couldn’t see the golden band around your finger or the way you always clung to james’s side.

he knows it’s stupid to be jealous of some horny teenagers, especially when he has you writhing under him almost every night, but he can’t help it. he keeps listening, torturing his mind as he makes a mental note of everything they say.

your footsteps make everyone quiet down, and you step into the kitchen to grab the grocery list. “remember, pick me up in half an hour,” you say to james, one finger pointing at him.

he nods and salutes you. “yes, ma’am.” you laugh and shake your head, blowing him a kiss as you make your way to the front door.

“bye harry, bye boys,” you call over your shoulder. a chorus of “bye, mrs. potter” is heard and you’re just about to turn the handle when james calls your name.

“y’forgot your phone, poppet,” he says as he hands it to you.

you curse under your breath and take it, “thank you, darling.” you kiss him lightly, only to have his fingers tangle themselves in your hair as he forces your mouth open with his tongue, letting it play with yours as he turns you into a little moaning mess.

you don’t realise that the kids have a perfect view of your display of affection, but james does, and to further make his point, his other hand goes to your ass and squeezes one cheek harshly.

seamus and dean avert their eyes back to the video game, harry distracting himself from hearing his parents… dote on each other by throwing food at ron. but fred and george keep watching, jaws clenched as they listen to how much you love your husband’s touch.

you pull away out of breath, eyes still closed as you kiss under his jaw. “mhm, love you, james.”

he stares straight at the twins, a smirk on his lips and gives them a little wink. “love you too, angel.”

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usernamerenn · 2 years

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LOVE LETTERS

pairing. haitani ran x f!reader

summary. ran is no stranger to getting love letters from adoring fans and admirers, only this time, the letter is addressed to you, his girlfriend

note. likes and reblogs are always appreciated

Haitani Ran was known as a heartbreaker to those who were acquainted with him or knew of his reputation. This was unsurprising, considering his attractive looks, charisma, and popularity and influence within Roppongi. And yet, despite his rather polite and unassuming smiles, it was apparent that Ran was a dangerous and terrifying man, which was why so many people were understandably shocked when it became known that the two of you were dating.

You were an ordinary university student, though one that had unknowingly managed to charm the infamous Haitani Ran like no other woman had before. You weren’t some feared female gang leader, and you also weren’t a famous model or idol. You were simply a beautiful and intelligent woman that had unexpectedly caught Ran’s attention after expertly shutting down his men’s awful attempts at flirting with you on that fateful summer afternoon. He could still remember your cute sundress and the heat that he had felt as you glared at him and his associates, and it was at that moment that Ran had fallen in love with you.

Rindou, meanwhile, didn’t think that Ran had a chance or that your relationship would even last, knowing his brother’s personality and lack of commitment when it came to women and relationships. However, as time went on, it became clear that Ran was being serious for once in his life, and it didn’t take long before the two of you were a couple. It was obvious to anyone that your boyfriend was completely infatuated with you, which was why he was so confused in regard to his current dilemma. Everyone knew that he was happily taken, as he often annoyingly made this fact known, yet here he was, placed into a scene so very reminiscent of a shoujo manga.

“A-are you Haitani Ran-san?”

It was the weekend, and the streets of Roppongi were busy with crowds of people socializing and walking about. The noisiness and bright neon lights of the many restaurants, nightclubs, and bars gave Roppongi its distinctive nightlife-feel, and Ran was once again looking forward to spending time with you in the place that he lovingly called home. He had hoped to take you to dinner at one of his favourite restaurants before heading to the movie theater and watching a movie with you for the rest of the night, though his plans would have to wait as he blankly stared at the young woman standing across from him.

“Depends. Who’s asking?” Ran replied as he absentmindedly twirled his braid. She was an unfamiliar face, timidly avoiding his eyes with a letter in hand, and Ran couldn’t help but lightly scoff in response to this, already knowing what she was about to say. After all, he and his brother were practically celebrities in Roppongi, so he was familiar with receiving frequent love letters from fans and admirers. Even after the two of you had started dating, the letter would not stop, much to your boyfriend’s total exasperation.

“H-Haitani-san,” the young woman began nervously as she lifted her eyes to shyly meet his gaze. “I-I know this is rather unexpected, but I was wondering if you could accept this letter and-”

“Not interested,” Ran cruelly dismissed with a wave of his hand. “I’m already taken.”

“W-what?”

“I’m already taken,” he repeated with an unimpressed raise of his eyebrow. “I have a girlfriend.”

And it would take less than a second before the young woman quickly realized what Ran was trying to tell her, immediate disdain painting her face as she proceeded to clarify what she had meant by her earlier request. “What? No, I don’t like you or anything. I just wanted to ask if you could give this letter to your girlfriend for me.”

It was now Ran’s turn to be absolutely confused. “You want to confess to my girlfriend?”

“N-no! It’s a letter thanking her for saving me the other day!” the young woman corrected with a flustered snap, soon answering Ran’s curious look with the following story of what happened. “I-I was on my way home from work yesterday when this group of guys approached me and refused to leave me alone. Your girlfriend showed up and saved me, so I wanted to properly thank her with this letter. Those guys had said something about her being Haitani Ran’s girl before running away, s-so I asked around and found you.”

“Oh,” was Ran’s sophisticated response before trying to process everything. However, he soon found himself only able to silently compliment this woman for rightly recognizing your charm and brilliance, so with an eventual nod of his head, Ran wordlessly agreed to her prior request of giving you the letter.

“Thanks,” she said with a sigh of relief, passing over the letter with a low chuckle. “I still can’t believe that you thought I was confessing to you for a second there, Haitani-san.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ran immediately asked, suddenly taken aback by her comment. Was she trying to imply something?

“No offence, but you’re kind of,” she said nothing more as her eyes quickly scanned over Ran with subtle judgement and contempt. “Anyway, thanks again for doing this for me!”

“I-I’ll have you know that she asked me out!” Ran hastily argued as he watched her walk away, but they both knew that he was obviously lying. And so, throwing one last, defeated glare in her direction, Ran turned his attention to the letter in his hand with a sigh. Less than a minute, and he was already regretting his decision of being nice to someone other than you and his brother.

“Ran, is everything okay?” your lovely voice interrupted, surprising your boyfriend as you appeared next to him looking as beautiful as always. Seeing your pretty face, Ran had almost forgotten why he was even annoyed to begin with. Almost.

“I’m fine,” he replied before handing over a meticulously decorated letter. “Here. For you.”

“Who’s this from?” you asked in confusion.

“Your secret admirer,” he said with an indignant huff. “Made me give it to you.”

“I see,” you plainly remarked before opening the letter to read it.

Your lack of an immediate reaction had Ran instantly feeling anxious, not knowing how to respond as he watched you carefully read over the letter in contemplative silence. It was only after he had noticed the subtle smile on your face did he really begin to panic, wanting nothing more in that moment than to know what was written on that piece of paper to make you, his girlfriend, smile so beautifully.

“So, what does it say?” Ran asked casually as he wrapped an arm around your waist in an attempt to glance over your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said with a placating kiss to his cheek, closing the letter and securely placing it into your bag before your jealous boyfriend could discern anything that was written. “It was very sweet, though. I wish I could’ve seen her again in person to thank her for the letter. Ran, if you ever see her, tell her that I said thank you.”

Your boyfriend was most certainly not going to be telling that woman any of this, yet he still smiled and nodded in fake agreement and cheerfulness as he began to guide you toward the direction of the restaurant where he had made reservations for dinner. Appreciating your cute, thankful smile, the memories of tonight’s earlier events were soon forgotten as Ran directed his focus and attention toward you and this date. That was until a scary realization made itself known to him. Did he just make a new rival? And for a quick instance, all Ran could think about was how he truly and sincerely hated these damn love letters.

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Clandestined [Part 2] [Dom King! Loki x Fem. Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Find PART ONE here. Dom King! Loki isn't done with you yet on his first night seated on Asgard's throne (w/c 1.6k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Shameless smut. Sex. Dom! Loki. Language. Throne sex. Degradation. Grey consent. Public sex. Did I say smut?

Two of the King’s fingers raised your chin to meet his gaze as you panted beneath him, still straddled on his thigh.

“Never doubt me again, beloved” he murmured, “…this is only the beginning.”

You tried to stand, the leather of his trousers painfully sharp against your swollen clit still ripe from orgasm. He let out a dark chuckle as you flinched, a ghosting smile that didn’t reach his eyes flickering as he pressed a strong hand against your hip, pushing you down.

“Loki, let me go.” you whispered; the cloud of climax lifting as your senses sharpened. The soft rustle of the guards’ careful breathing a reminder that you were not alone.

“You would command your King?” he hissed as his eyes flashed with warning, “…and note that in this and every room you will address me as Your Majesty.”

His tone was sour as he chastised you, flecks of saliva spattering against your cheek as you braced against his words like a wave.

Loki angled his head; his bright eyes full of lustful anger as seidr faded his helmet to nothing, exposing slick jet black hair which tumbled to brush the shoulders of his armour. The mighty golden staff that had not left his grip since your arrival in the Great Hall dissolved alongside him as his fingers sought another prize to grasp.

One palm flattened under the curve of your thigh which sat between his own, lifting it effortlessly before repeating the movement on his other side and pulling you towards him with a yank. You exhaled sharply as your breasts pressed against his hard chest-plate, the coolness radiating through the silk of your dress.

“You said it wouldn’t be the proper way of things…until we’re married” you stuttered as his thick cock still wet with your saliva grazed between your butt cheeks underneath your dress, “you said…”

He hummed thoughtfully as you spoke, his enjoyment of your protestations creeping through his solemn tone, “I know what I said my innocent girl. What I meant was, that it would not be proper to finally take that teasing cunt in my chambers like an ordinary man…”

He leant forwards, sucking a bruising kiss on your heaving bosom. Your gaze widened as his eyes raised slowly to yours, your breaths shallow.

“…when I could take it on my throne as your King.”

Before the final word had left his lips, his hands gripped around your waist and raised you; crashing you mercilessly down to his rigid cock.

A cry resounded around the marble hall, ringing between ancient pillars as your head fell back. The sensation of his length filling you, painfully exquisite in its unexpected brutality.

He didn’t wait before he thrust up into your soaked pussy, the force of his length bottoming out deep inside your core with a flick of his hips.

Loki stilled, waiting for you to bring your head forward. His jaw clenching, teasing out the sharp lines of his cheekbones as his lips pressed together in a smirk; one dimple flashing into view as he enjoyed your subservience.

“Who is it that commands you?” he asked loftily with the dignified air of someone who did not have their cock sheathed in the depths of your cunt. Your wistful fingers grasped at his jaw. The smooth skin that you remembered fantasising so often about kissing gently as he held you in a loving embrace ghosting beneath you.

“Answer me.” his hips snapped upwards with devastating force as his manhood impaled you again. You were airborne, rising above his lap from his effortless strength before collapsing to his unrelenting sex.

“Your Majesty.” you cried, halfway between a moan and a scream as adrenaline coursed through you, making your channel tighten around his length.

“Good” he whispered as he spread his arms to rest on the sides of the golden throne, widening his hips “…then I command you to fuck me. And fuck me well.”

Your hair fell in messy tendrils around your cheeks as you began to ride him, your knees pressed close to his leather clad thighs as the sting of the harsh fabric met your clit with every fall.

Loki’s eyes fluttered shut with a throaty groan. You squeezed your walls around his length, bracing your hands against his chest as you fucked your King, your God.

The tentative clink of armour chimed behind you as the Einherjar who remained on guard shuffled awkwardly. A cruel smile flashed across your lover’s upturned face as he noted your collective discomfort.

“They are here to serve me, just as you are. Do not stop.” he warned, eyeing you warily.

You looked at him with disbelief as your gyrations slowed, savouring his devastatingly handsome features twisted darkly under the effects of lust and power. He had never been more alluring. He would consume you in this form, and you would let him.

Purposefully, you raised yourself to the edge of his wide tip, bringing your cleavage to his face as he moaned into your skin, burying himself. His cock squeezed back inside your channel achingly slowly as you lowered. Inch by inch you felt the ridges of his length grasp against the wet walls of your pussy, clenching tightly as a low grimace of frustration seethed from between Loki’s teeth.

“You tease me?” he scolded, his broken breaths betraying arousal at the idea “you will regret that.”

In an instant, he raised you from his straining cock and thrust you to the seat below as he towered above. His cape swirled theatrically around his frame; eyes burning with malicious intent as his hands found their way to your hips and roughly spun you to face the high back of the throne.

“What will it take for you to understand” he hissed, as he hoisted the back of your silk skirts and kicked your legs wider “that I am no longer to be toyed with?”

You spread your arms across the expanse of the throne to steady yourself just as his incredible girth breached your entrance without warning, his unrestrained grunt of relief soaring upwards in the hallowed hall.

“Gods, Y/N you frustrate me…” Loki moaned as he buried himself deep inside you.

He pushed forward, your elbows bending against the gilded curves of gold that you had spent your life admiring from afar. One of Loki’s knees knelt on the edge of the seat to your side as he adjusted his angle to more thoroughly fuck you, his cock never departing as it rubbed in new angles that made your eyes roll back.

The leather covering his thighs smacked against your delicate flesh as he took you relentlessly, pounding you deeper into the crevices of the throne as every corner of the Hall of Asgard rang with your exalted moans. They became needy as he enjoyed your torment, writhing wantonly beneath each thrust of his muscular hips.

“So truly desperate for your King’s cock, aren’t you?” he managed to sneer between heavy breaths. You could only groan in response, strands of your hair sticking to your forehead as you pushed your body backwards onto him.

His thrusts slowed, edging you as you teetered on the brink of release.

“Are you finally going to obey me, pet?” he murmured. “Will you do as I command?”

You nodded, your forehead tapping against the back of the throne as he held you in place with one large hand on the small of your back.

“Say it.”

“Yes…Your Majesty” you spluttered, your tongue forgetting how to form words. You keened back against him, your slick pussy grasping around the tip of his motionless cock that sat teasingly at your entrance as he held you firm.

“Very well.”

He impaled you. Bottoming out as every nerve in your core seared with pleasure. “Cum for me now. Your King commands it.”

Obediently, your body complied.

Your legs shook as your climax rushed quaking like the rapture through your core; thundering in your blood as your walls clamped in ecstasy around his huge girth. A final deep moan of his title escaped your lips as you submitted to him entirely, your unwilling audience forgotten as you came around the King’s thick cock with frightening intensity.

Through your haze, you heard Loki join you. A low stoic groan escaping him as he pressed his armoured chest to your back, seeking every last inch of your constricted channel with a final powerful thrust as his seed spilled deep in your shuddering core.

He withdrew silently, fastening his trousers as you gazed up at the figure of legend over your shoulder through blurred vision. Your clothing was in disarray, your face flushed with sex, your reputation destroyed. And you didn’t care.

“One more thing before I release you” he said darkly “…spread yourself on my throne.”

You looked questioning at him as you turned and perched on the edge, his eyebrows raising in expectation. Cautiously, you raised the back of your skirts and set your naked ass on the seat, the cool metal a soothing balm against your throbbing quim.

“Spread.” he repeated firmly.

You obeyed, moving your hips to smear the dripping cum pooling between your widened thighs across the surface; the mix of your arousals sliding effortlessly from your skin across the polished gold.

Your eyes never left him as you marked yourself upon the centre of his power. His raven hair falling around his chiselled jaw as the royal sceptre re-appeared in his grip, his eyes smouldering with deep satisfaction.

“Now it is truly mine.” he said, the edges of his lips curling into a knowing smile.

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glazelilyy · 3 years

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their s/o is the dendro archon! (vol. 2)

pairings (separately!) - kaeya alberich, scaramouche, dainsleif x gender neutral reader

word count - 15,671

genre - fluff, angst with comfort, suggestive

format - hcs + blurbs

warnings - crying, yelling, slight gore and harm (wounds, blood mention), skinship, [insults, semi nudity (scara in his boxers and nothing sexual implied about it), reader is addressed as "lilium" (a codename) for half of scaramouche's, and wearing jewelry in scaramouche's], spoilers for kaeya and dain's backstories, suggestive lines and actions in kaeya's

summary - you just happen to be the dendro archon, no big deal to him, right?

a/n - woohoo!! volume two is here with my beloved <3, my beloved: the sequel <3, and my beloved: the ultimate triquel <3, (aka kaeya, scara, and dain LOL). hope you enjoy! (scara's is loooooong bc plot go brrr, just a fair warning!)

disclaimer - i literally know nothing about the dendro archon or how the dendro element works asides from the fact that it's susceptible to pyro PFBFBT- so this is my interpretation of what both the personality of the dendro archon, their powers and the dendro element itself could be like! (this was also made and written BEFORE the actual canon release of the dendro archon!)

VOLUME ONE | ALBEDO, XIAO, AND KAZUHA

kaeya assumed you were just like any other gardener he'd ever met with the exception that you sold some of the most beautiful flowers in all of teyvat

diplomats from nearby fontaine, liyue, and once even an emissary from inazuma have all stopped by the city of freedom to purchase your lush blooms

what initially got his attention was your kind nature and sweet gestures

no child would ever walk past you and not receive a special flower to don in their breastpocket or hair complete with a radiant smile from you

kaeya would often saunter up to your little trolley of flowers, eyeing the vibrant verdant vision that swung from your hips, and purchase a single blue rose

he'd then place it behind your ear, complete with his signature charming grin and a "you look good in blue, doll" before leaving with a skip in his step

naturally, he charms his way into your life and soon you find yourself donning the title of "the cavalry captain's lover", and it's a title you adore ever so much

kaeya is naturally observant, and while seeing you work with your vision he can't help but pick up on some of the oddities that occur when you're requested to appraise lands or help farmers with their crops

he's aware that the capabilities of a vision bearer are unique to each individual, but there's something odd about your ability to bring forth an entire field of flowers, or nourish a perished tree back to life with a single kiss to its trunk (he once even caught sight of you bringing an entire nursery of dead flowers back to life with a single wave of your hand)

his trust in you begins to waver, and you'll have to take the reigns back into your hands to let him know that you aren't trying to deceive him

of course, you may have your apprehensions given that he's told you of his origins, but it's worth taking the risk instead of being dishonest with him and losing him forever

(scenario + more utc!)

"kaeya, my darling," you gently cooed to the figure standing in the doorway of your bedroom, "come here, let me see your face."

for once, kaeya offered no rebuttal and obediently sat by your side at the edge of the bed. that easy smile on your lips never faltered despite the obvious conflicting emotions that swirled in his eyes.

"are you okay?" you slipped your hands into his and thumbed the back of his knuckles, voice barely above a whisper.

his laugh was laced with ice and lacked its usual charming mirth. "you tell me, dollface?" though a smile weaved itself onto his lips, his eye was devoid of any joy. your easy smile began to falter.

defeated, you sighed and pressed your lips against his cheek as a peace offering. "i'm no mind reader, but i understand what's bothering you. so please, let me explain."

a simple nod of his head gave you all the permission you needed. "i am...not who you think i am," you paused, tongue searching for the right words. you rose your hand and unfurled your fingers, revealing a tiny, delicate green item that looked similar to a chess piece. it thrummed with life and pulsed gently, glowing a gentle, fern green. tiny, white flowers climbed up the sides of the object and wrapped around its base.

his eye wasn't meeting you, blown open in shock he could only stare at the rotating gnosis that floated in your hand.

"i'm the dendro archon."

somehow those four words managed to explain it all: the seemingly omnipotent power and ridiculous strength you carried all while maintaining an air of eloquence. it made so much more sense. the air around you dropped in temperature, icy particles bit at your skin and for once that periwinkle eye bathed in light that you loved so much and the tingles of his signature laugh felt void of life.

"when were you going to tell me? or, perhaps you were just going to keep it a secret had i not been onto you?" a wry grin didn't suit that beautiful face of his, you thought.

"kaeya-"

you were cut off by maniacal laughter, devoid of humor or even the slightest bit of emotion. you almost didn't recognize the man in front of you, whose laugh felt empty and hollow. his visible eye lacked its usual charming glow, and instead an icy cavern took its place.

"to think- that i had finally come across a miracle, only for you to be an archon? fate truly despises me, when will celestia be done taunting me?" with an almost defeated smile, kaeya looked up towards the ceiling with a shaky sigh. you felt your heart break.

he stood up from the bed and held his head in his hands, threading his fingers through his once neatly combed locks. his chest heaved with strangled breaths as he recalled the one thing that his father had engraved into his minds: the gods are not to be trusted.

you refused to let him slip away like this, not with how his hands shook or how his breath began to labor with each intake of air despite the fragile smile of disbelief on his face. before he could turn to leave, you rushed from the bed and flung your arms around his torso, squeezing with all the strength you had.

no matter how hard he pried and tried to get you off of him, you held on for dear life.

"i tried...so hard to protect them, kaeya. khaenri'ah is- was a beautiful nation." between sputters of sobs, you clutched the fabric of his shirt and prayed that he'd hear you out. tears rolled down the valleys of your face, but you made no move to swipe them away. "but the other gods...they wouldn't listen to me. dendro isn't a powerful element, i heal not destroy. and i was consequently looked down upon," you paused to move your hands from his waist to cup his face, stained with crystal clear tears, "i promise you, i tried with everything i had to protect them. but it wasn't enough, and i let them all perish because i was too weak-"

you tried to explain further only to be cut off by the bubble of sobs that escaped your throat, remembering the bloodied faces of the scared khaenri'ahan children you'd failed to protect and the looks of horror upon the faces of each and every citizen of khaenri'ah, watching as the gods descended upon them with murderous intent and slayed their children and elderly.

his heart pinched in his chest as you fell apart in his hands. kaeya moved his arms to hold you up against him once you began to sway and allowed you to press your tear covered face into the crook of his neck.

"h-hey now easy there, calm down." he whispered, though his own hands were shaking with fervor. you clung to him with all that you had and hiccupped into his skin as he rubbed his hand up and down your back to soothe your cries.

much to his surprise, little yellow flowers on a thin, green vine began to bloom from your body: taking root in your hair, encircling your neck and wrists, wrapping themselves like thin, wiry snakes around your entire body. the vine had come up to where his hand lay on your back and gently wrapped itself around his index finger.

"are you doing this?" he pried your face away from his neck and held up his index finger with a weak smile.

you felt your face heat up with embarrassment quickly wavingyour fingers so the flowers that surrounded your body faded into nothing but shimmering particles. "s-sorry...when my emotions get out of control that just happens sometimes."

the little yellow flower on his finger remained intact however, and his observant eye scanned it over in great detail. "the common rue flower..." he recalled staring into albedo's "great big book of flowers" as klee has called it, and reading the description of the symbolism behind the little yellow flower. his heart clenched and pounded in his stomach as you stared up at him with wide, watery eyes, still fearful of rejection.

the give of his heart was strong and elastic and it was more malleable than ever as he drew you into his arms and squeezed your body against his, gripping onto the little yellow rue in his fist.

"i'm sorry, darling. i shouldn't have gotten mad at you like that. not when you tried to help." he finalized his words with a kiss to your wet cheek, only for you to vigorously shake your head.

"no, no, i'm sorry for not being honest with you from the beginning." kaeya chuckled faintly and pulled you away from his body, holding your chin between his index and thumb fingers.

"i suppose now i can check "seducing an archon" off the bucket list, huh?" the playful lilt of his voice had returned, and so had the gentleness in his eye. you missed him, but you said so with a kiss to his lips rather than with the words caught in your throat.

after your talk and reconciliation, kaeya feels like a weight's been lifted off his chest

you couldn't help but agree: he doesn't have to keep his lingering resentment for the gods under wraps now, and you don't have to hide the fact that you're an archon anymore

though you can't help but wish you had gotten to kaeya first before the tsaritsa did

he laments that his vision was of ice: cold, immovable, stagnant, and akin to death

whereas your vision bloomed with life and held the capacity to heal and birth new possibilities

it makes you wish you had given him a vision before the tsaritsa had, but alas

once you learned of how he received it, part of you was relieved to know that he had the power of cryo to protect him because archons knows that a dendro vision would hardly suffice against pyro

he often drunkenly mused over the irony of your relationship: a khaenri'ahan descendant mixing with an archon of all people

his ancestors must have been rolling in their graves at the news

kaeya often thinks about his homeland, and you let him in on the secret that not a second goes by where you aren't haunted by the looks of horror of the khaenri'ahan citizens, to which he responded with a tight hug and a promise to stay by your side for as long as he could

kaeya additionally becomes more interested in your powers and how your emotions affect them

you have a tendency to produce flowers that hold the meaning of your emotions when intense

and boy does he get a kick out of it when a loving remark or sultry gaze ends up with you covered in wine red roses and carnations imbued with what looked like starlight

of course, he'll make up for his teasing with tons of cuddles and kisses!

"darling? have you seen my scarf?" kaeya popped his head into the doorway of your shared bedroom, only to find you sitting at his work desk, fluffy scarf in hand. you caught his eye once he announced his presence and gave him your best smile.

"right here," you cheekily lifted up the scarf, "just adding some details to it, i hope that's okay."

"oho? details like?" he sauntered over and kissed the top of your head, leaning one arm on the rim of the chair as he tried to get a peek at your handiwork. unluckily for him, with a wave of your hand a leafy vine gently wrapped itself around his visible eye, blocking his view.

"aw c'mon, sweetheart, i thought we agreed on not using your vision on me!" he teased, raising a hand to peel away the thick leaf from his eye, but you caught his wrist before he could proceed any further.

"nuh uh, no peeping yet, mister." kaeya could only cede with a short laugh and kissed the knuckle that held his wrist.

with a few swishes of a sewing needle, you finally declared his scarf, "finished!"

with a snap of your fingers, the leafy vine dissolved into particles and his eye finally came to rest upon his signature fur scarf snug in your hands.

miniature, royal blue roses had been imbued into the fabric of the fur and sprinkled all the way down to the end. the fur itself had been combed and washed and felt like new in his hands. "darling, you did all this for me?" he couldn't stop the grin from forming on his face as he leaned down to capture your lips in his as thanks.

"nope, clearly i was about to wrap it up all nice and pretty and take it as a gift to master diluc." you stuck your tongue out and looped the scarf around his neck, pulling him down closer to sneak a breathless kiss against his lips that had him gripping the arm of the chair for stability.

"ha ha, very funny, sweetheart." the bass of his voice purred against the shell of your ear once he pulled away, followed by a complimentary kaeya-esque grin full of wolfish charm.

"oh! and look!" gleefully, you shrugged off your coat, revealing a shirt tinted pale blue that hugged your body. the shoulders were lined with the same miniature blue roses and gleamed in the early morning light as if it were weaved from stars.

"i made a shirt for myself, so we can match! what do you think?" you beamed as you stood up, making sure to show off the little blue roses that decorated the fabric.

kaeya took your hand, whistled behind a sugary smile, and spun you around once to get a good look before drawing you flush against his chest and bringing his lips down to hover over your ear to whisper, "lovely, and it'd look even lovelier if it were on the floor," you felt your cheeks grow warm and plunged your face into the crook of his neck. kaeya huffed, an amused glint in his eye, gripped your chin to pull you away from his shoulder, and punctuated his words with a heated kiss against your lips that had your knees buckling. the sultry lilt of his voice and hot fan of his breath was enough to have you weak in his arms, ravaged by his kisses.

preoccupied with the taste of your lips on his, he hadn't noticed the slight poke of a rose thorn against his forearms, mistaking it for your nails. it wasn't until it sunk into his flesh hard enough to draw blood that he pulled away from your mouth and gawked at the sight before him.

glazed over with pure adoration, your eyes bore into his soul and reached within the depths of his heart to draw forth the pulsating affection from deep within. your breaths were heavy and heated, making up for the lack of air he had taken away from you. but, more importantly, tangles of deep, wine red roses and ruby carnations had burst forth from your body and nestled themselves into your locks. thick, green vines that held the roses and carnations wrapped around your torso and arms, and had snaked up to kaeya's body. the thorny talons of the rose had dug into his arm and produced a thin, stream of blood that ran down his skin towards his wrist.

"well," he started with a chuckle and plucked one of the roses from your hair, "this is most interesting. roses and carnations, hm? i wasn't aware you were so charmed with me, dove." he maintained eye contact all while that silver tongue of his got to work licking a single stripe up the side of his forearm where the thin stream of blood had appeared.

you tried to find the right words to speak, but to no avail. still too flustered, you opted to hastily brush the flowers out of your hair and from around your body dissolving into nothing but particles, only for new ones to immediately take their place, blooming out of thin air. upon seeing your frustrated pout and eyes that burned with adoration and hints of embarrassment, kaeya took it upon himself to draw you in by your waist and brush the rose he had plucked from your hair against the line of your jaw.

"you, my darling, are absolutely irresistible. adorable." between the two adjectives, he punctuated a kiss on either side of your cheek before settling on your nose. his heart melted when your nose scrunched up cutely upon impact.

you groaned out of embarrassment into the skin of his neck, opting to hide your flushed face. the flowers in your hair and around your body thrummed with life and burst forth in greater numbers when kaeya decided to run his baked palms up your sides and press one more loving kiss to your lips.

"i still wanna see that shirt come off though, we got time."

"kaeya!"

the fact that you're the dendro archon changes very little about your relationship with kaeya

he might have been hostile upon first finding out, but he knows that you were never truly at fault for what happened to his people

and, consequently, what happened to him

you're (y/n) to him, just (y/n) who happens to be a dendro vision holder

and you're the (y/n) that he loves with all his heart and would do anything for

despite the fact that he's already won your heart over, he'll still stop by your flower cart, purchase a blue rose, and stick it behind your ear followed by a flurry of kisses to your cheek and one big, tight, kaeya-esque hug

if you ask him why he keeps doing it, "to show that you're mine," will be his answer

and the way that he treasures the embroidered fur scarf you gave him is enough to show that he wants other people to know who he belongs to as well

when news that the dendro archon had gone into hiding reached the ears of the tsaritsa, least to say she was mildly irate

if you can count mild as sending chunks of ice hurling through the large windows of zapolyarny palace, that is

but fear not! for her most resourceful (and possibly strongest) harbinger was at her service the moment she summoned for him

scaramouche, upon being given the task of retrieving the dendro archon's gnosis, wasn't thrilled to say the least

dendro was arguably among the weaker of the elements, he'd have no fun taking such a valuable item from a being who controlled such a fickle substance

yet, he wasn't one to disobey her majesty's orders, and set off for sumeru to investigate

thankfully, he had your aid to assist him

you were a wandering informant scaramouche had met once in a brothel near the borders of mondstat and fontaine when you had managed to stop a scuffle between some fatui agents under his control and the brothel manager with your words and calm attitude

scaramouche came to respect your courage and you, his strength

you introduced yourself under the codename lilium with a warm smile

there isn't much he knows about you, other than you sell information and travel the lands. that, and you wielded a dendro vision.

in exchange for information, you only asked that a single stem of a flower be given in return (though scaramouche doesn't particularly care for this rule of yours and scoffed upon first hearing it)

scaramouche is reluctant to head to you for information given that he'd rather adorn the position of a lone wolf, but he'd get nowhere by being stubborn

you didn't flinch in the slightest when scaramouche, draped in a black hooded cloak and void of his signature hat, threw a battered weed, roots and all, onto your corner table and slammed his palm down onto the wood. the rest of the patrons in the sumeren tavern minded their business, much to his pleasure.

"tell me all you know about the whereabouts of the dendro archon." he muttered in a low voice.

you hummed, took a delicate sip from your glass of wolfhook juice, and scooped the piece of grass (which looked like he'd uprooted it whole with his fist) to inspect it.

"my, my, i thought you had better manners than this, scaramouche?"

"i thought you sold information, lilium, not prissy little guides to table manners." he spat.

"...fair point. though, you'll have to do better than this," you pause to limply hold up the half dead weed in your hand with a wry smile, "what you ask of me is grave information, therefore i require similar payment."

toying with scaramouche was always fun to you, but there was something quite odd about his behavior.

"how is it possible that you're coming off as more irate than usual?" the question itself was innocent in nature if not for the coy, upward tilt of your lips and the curious glint in your eyes.

"oh please," he scoffed and snatched the weed from the table, leaving behind crumbs of dried dirt, "give me twenty minutes."

twenty minutes came and went with you swinging your legs back and forth and taking casual sips from your glass. suddenly, the wooden door to the tavern burst open and in stomped scaramouche, arms full of bright red roses and baby pink carnations (with the roots still intact somehow). dirt scattered all over when he tossed the flowers onto your table with an agitated sneer to compliment the gesture.

"will these weeds suffice?"

"ah, scaramouche, you really must treat these flowers with more respect." you tutted, fingertips glowing in dendro gently grazing over the flowers. their petals became lush with vibrant colors and the roots withered away into dust until in your hands you cradled the most luscious and vivacious flowers scaramouche had ever laid eyes upon.

"well, you've paid your price," your leg moved to push out the wooden chair on the opposite end of your circular table, head gesturing for scaramouche to take a seat, "it's only fair that i hold up my end of the deal as well."

scaramouche huffed and muttered a "it's about time" under his breath before sitting down on the hard wooden chair. his hands traveled upwards to pull back the charcoal cloth that covered his stormy colored locks, electric violet eyes trained dangerously on your calm and easy smile.

"what specifically do you wish to ask, o high and mighty balladeer?" you cooed much like a parent to their child, drawing indecipherable shapes into the dents and grooves of the wooden table with your pointer finger.

"are you deaf? fine, i'll repeat it since you can't seem to let information process in that smooth brain of yours." scaramouche sneered, arms crossed firmly over his broad chest, "i need to know all you know of the dendro archon's whereabouts."

you clasped your hands in delight, lips perched into a gentle smile, "ah yes! well, you're quite lucky as i'm proficient in all things sumeru and everything related to the dendro archon!"

twisting in your seat, you rummaged through a tattered, beige, cloth satchel that hung from the back of your chair and from within emerged a map. once you spread it thin on the table, scaramouche recognized the geography as that of sumeru.

"being the god of wisdom," you start, fingers carefully running over the printed valleys and bowls of sand that littered the sumeran landscape, "they are one to first analyze and evaluate a situation before making a decisive decision. it's not likely that they've abandoned their people by going into hiding, rather they are in a safe environment that allows them to monitor the situation from afar knowing that their region is next in the gnosis hunt."

"wow, thanks, i could've told you that myself." scaramouche rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to make another crude remark only for the soft of your palm to connect with his lips, effectively shushing him for the time being.

"please let me finish, balladeer," if you weren't his best source of information, he would have had your head on a stick from the moment you placed your skin on his.

"the dendro archon is the most reclusive of the archons, and yet they are the most gentle among them," your pursed your lips and took a tentative sip from your violet glass of wolfhook juice, "they have many secret temples that are most likely to be in similar locations: far enough from the wandering eyes of people yet close enough so that they are able to efficiently watch over and protect their people."

"if anything, this god of theirs sounds like a coward." scaramouche snorted.

"hm, you might be right—about the dendro archon being a coward," a faint, almost nostalgic smile crossed your lips as your fingers traced the sweltering edges of your crystal glass, "but they are known to care deeply for their people. i wouldn't imagine they would ever let waste be laid to them."

"whatever, mark the temples on the map so i can get this over with." from his hands, scaramouche tossed a thin pencil onto the map and watched with pointed eyes as you hid a smile behind your hand. "mind telling me what's got you laughing like a hyena?" he sneered, leaning forwards with an intimidating glare on his face.

"it's not that easy to access their temples, after all they were built with the intention of staying hidden in plain sight," your fingers tapped the side of your glass in a steady rhythm, your eyes never straying from his gaze, "however, i know of a way to narrow down which temple they're hiding in, and how to access them. ah ah ah," you interrupted to hold up a finger in front of scaramouche's lips, parted as if he were about to come back with another demand, "there are certain requirements to being able to locate the temples."

scaramouche pinched the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb, choosing to exhale loudly through his nose in a bull-like manner rather than blurt out a line of expletives at how cryptic you were being. "what, are you implying that i'm weaker than you? you do know who i am, don't you? what are these so called requirements anyway?!"

"first of all," your hand brushed aside the silk-like fabric of your cloak to reveal your gleaming dendro vision, "you must be able to wield dendro, second of all, you must already have prior knowledge of the layout of sumeru and the habits of the dendro archon themself."

"what are you trying to get at, lilium?" scaramouche leaned forward, forearms dug into the wood of the table and violet, thundering irises narrowed into both curious and apprehensive slits. wisps of his stormy locks fell to the front of his face and you resisted with all your might the urge to tuck them back safely behind his ears.

"my, i thought you were more perceptive than that, scaramouche," you giggled and extended your hand, palm up in an offering of sorts, "i would like to make an offer with you, if you'd be so inclined as to humor me that is."

"i've humored you thus far, get on with it."

"in exchange for guidance to the temples, i would like to travel with you on your mission."

scaramouche felt the familiar tug of a frown on his lips. lone wolfing things has always been his go-to, and you were no more than a pit stop on this languid roadtrip of his to steal the dendro gnosis like candy from a baby. but, with your skills, intellect, and knowledge of the area, at the very least you wouldn't be dead weight.

the back of his knuckles knocked aside your outstretched hand as he rose from the table, chair screeching backwards with his movement. he turned his head to side eye you one more time just before the hood fell back over his midnight locks.

"we leave at first light." was all he left you with, before briskly walking to the tavern doors and leaving without another word.

he's not exactly pleased that you'll be joining him for this trip

it's not like he wanted to be here in the first place

scaramouche seeks to battle to the best of his abilities and yearns to see others at his feet where he stands in victory

and the god of wisdom hardly seems like a formidable foe compared to the god of war or the god of contracts

but the job must be done, even if it's up to him

and getting the job done means sacrificing some of his comfort, enter: you

from the moment you first embark off to brave sumeru's stormy sands and pudgy grounds, he finds himself regretting taking you up on your offer

sure, you might know what you're doing and the dendro vision certainly helps in the dendro archon's land, but gods do you get sidetracked easily

he could be haggling a scholar for information, only to be dragged away by his arm with your eager voice recounting details of a nearby festival or an interesting food cart or shop that had caught your eye

of course, he's frustrated and grumpy about the whole ordeal but finds that when you are all business, you're most effective

so just this one time, he'll let your side tracked mind indulge in whatever catches your fancy (and perhaps begrudgingly dip into the funds of the fatui should you spot anything that catches your eye)

his fingers aggressively tapped against the edge of the wooden desk, brows furrowed and mouth twisted into a poisonous sneer that sat comfortably on his face.

"i'll ask you again, old geezer, what do you know of the dendro archon's temples?!"

the old book keeper behind the counter merely countered his crude behavior with a gentle smile, eyes blissfully shut and mouth stretched into a calm expression.

his patience was wearing as thin as the fine granules of sand that littered the landscape outside, face an angry scarlet and knuckles a ghastly white. this was the third time he'd inquired about information, to no avail.

"that's enough, scaramouche."

a soft hand enveloped his ghost white knuckles, skimmed and stretched thin from maintaining his anger. your gentle voice interrupted his frustration as he observed the manner in which your arm snuck around his bicep, hand still warming his own.

"good sir, we'd like to purchase information regarding the beloved god of wisdom's hidden temples. if you'd be so kind as to show us the best materials regarding that topic, we'd be much obliged." unlike scaramouche's unagreeable and demanding behavior, your voice felt of the faint trickle of a gentle stream or clouded mist that rose from the dewy ground in the early mornings of spring.

the book keeper finally responded to your request, excusing himself before disappearing into the back.

"get off of me-!" scaramouche sneered and shoved your arms away from his body just as the book keeper disappeared from sight.

you merely giggled and fixed his misaligned hat. "balladeer, you must have kindness and formality when conversing with the residents of sumeru. they value proper behavior just as they do intelligence."

"then you do all the talking, i don't have time for such mediocrities nor do i care what the sumerans value." he huffed and folded his arms across his chest defensively like an iron shield or a thick wall, blocking off the core of his heart and innards from your prying gaze.

the book keeper returned with some scrolls and politely discussed the price with you. with numbers in the millions, you needed to say nothing when scaramouche placed a large satchel of mora on the desk and scooped up the scrolls into his satchel.

as you exited the book shop, your ears caught wind of faint music and the distant sounds of cheering and laughing that overcame the chatter and clutter of noise from the sumeran street market. the sweet, sugary sounds of joy and celebration lay just over the horizon of the many houses and buildings that lined the sand covered street.

"scaramouche, come this way! i think there's a festival happening!" you grinned as your hand found his and pulled him towards the noise.

scaramouche halted at your words and sneered, "and what? we have a job to do, have you forgotten?"

"surely you can spare a minute, can't you? i promise it'll be quick, just a glance!" scaramouche couldn't help but be entranced by the way your eyes silently pleaded with him, going as far as to offer up the core of their sparkling bits that had him reluctantly nodding, even against his will.

scaramouche was not one to partake in silly little festivals, and yet here he was, watching as you ran around eagerly from stall to stall. the festival had been set up in a village square of sorts: colorful banners draped from all corners and settled at the middle, stalls line the circular edges of the square, and in the middle danced people of all ages, from the tiniest of children to the eldest of couples. music hummed happily from a nearby groups of musicians who eagerly eyed anyone that dropped a tip in their cup.

"isn't this wonderful?" you beamed and looked around in awe, eyeing each stall with hungry eyes.

"very, now can we leave?" he wanted to groan as you ran off towards a jewelry stall.

"lilium." he hissed, urgency laced in his voice as you held up a shining necklace with a verdant pendant similar in color to the dendro vision on your hip. the chain glimmered in the high noon sunlight, the silver bounding off of the metal and reflecting painted constellations over the span of your face.

"yes, yes, just a second. can't i take a look at jewelry in peace?" you giggled and ran your thumb over the neat, diamond shaped cut of the green gem, "this is absolutely stunning, how much?"

"five million mora." the burly man behind the stall answered, puffing airy smoke from the pipe nestled snugly at the corner of his lips.

before you could open your mouth to gawk at the price, scaramouche decided to answer for you, "whatever, we'll take it." he scowled and tossed a hefty bag of mora at the stall keep, who eagerly looked inside with hungry eyes before nodding at the pair of you.

"thank you for the gift, scaramouche!" your hands fiddled with the necklace in an eager attempt to put it on as you faded further away from the stall. your fingers struggled to clip the clasp in place, either going too far or clasping too soon.

"tch, come here." you felt yourself be yanked by the back of your collar and the necklace, ripped from your hands, as scaramouche's deft fingers worked to secure the clasp in place. his cold fingers sent shivers down the line of your spine as the pendant jostled around your chest, then finally sat still against your hammering heart as his body moved away from yours.

"happy? let's go now."

his shoulder brushed past yours and his hand moved to tip his hat down so you wouldn't bear witness to the glowing blush that adorned his cheeks.

your travels together are unprecedented in his mind but as time goes on, he begins to feel less and less hostile to the idea

you're a radiant light to his thunderous storm: the eye of his hurricane perhaps

you fill in the gaps where he is not complete: from your gentle nature to your vast and expansive intelligence, he's been struck in awe

scaramouche now realizes that he could have never navigated sumeru without your help (but it's not like he'd ever admit it)

hours are spent mulling over the locations of the dendro archon's temples only for him to come up short

which is where you'd come in and use that big brain of yours to fill in the gaps with all you knew of the dendro archon

he's not sure when the binds around his heart began to come undone, perhaps it was when he bought that beautiful necklace for you

ever since then, he's found himself at a loss

the simplest of your smiles or the lightest of your touches would make his ears burn a fierce ruby red

he's known you for so long as simply "lilium", who appears to know all and always has the right information for him

but now he begrudgingly begins to wonder what lies under your codename; just who are you?

and why are you making him feel this way?

flames quietly crackled above the drying air; dancing embers flung from the base and gently pranced across the sandy, dirt ground before fading into nothing. the makeshift camp he'd set up right outside the city would suffice for now until daylight broke over the horizon.

scaramouche leaned his back against the base of the large tree trunk, hat cast aside and arms folded while his electric irises traced the lands for any sign of danger. though, if he counted the way your eyes skimmed over the faded, scholarly journals you'd purchased in a small town earlier that day, the faint flicker of rouge and persimmon flames in the core of your eyes, and the soft shadows that danced over your face, he'd consider himself in danger.

"lilium," he called to you, voice uncharacteristically calm and devoid of it's usual haughty nature and bitter tone, "what is that?"

your ruddy eyes rose from the words of the book and a gentle smile crossed your face, "would you like to see?"

the unfamiliar sensation of butterflies instead of the usual crawls of insects and worms in his stomach had him wanting to throw up today's lunch as you rose from your seat on the ground and scooted beside him, leaning your back against the harsh bark of the tree.

"it's an old sumeran fables book. i know it's not exactly contributive to our mission but..." your thumb rubbed the faded cover affectionately as a small smile graced your lips.

"it's fine, buy whatever you want."

scaramouche's hands still folded themselves over his chest, head turned to the side.

"speaking of buying things," you reached into your nearby satchel and rummaged around the contents before emerging with a pair of crystal-like earrings in hand, "i bought this for you!"

the pair of earrings you held were golden and shaped like a sharp, thin diamond. a striking, dark violet crystal, similar in color to that of a stormy sky or muted lightning, was encased with gold and dangled from a thin clasp.

instead of handing both pairs to him, your hands unclasped one and punctured it through your ear. "one side is for me, and the other is for you!" the earring shook with your movements, glimmering in the fleeting and flickering embers of the fireplace.

scaramouche stared at the earring in his hand. it felt hefty and of good quality, and shone with ludicrous beauty. and yet despite this, "ridiculous, i would never wear this." he sneered and tossed the matching jewel back at you.

if he had a heart, he was sure it had long since turned to ice. but upon the slight crestfallen look that melted the glimmering smile on your face, he felt the icy caverns in his heart begin to stir and jostle with movement and life. "i see, but it'll be here if you change your mind."

"sorry" was not a word in his vocabulary, so instead he said nothing nor inched further away from your body when you succumbed to the warm embrace of sleep and rested your head against the closest thing to you: his shoulder. whereas most would have lost their heads should they ever lay a finger on the balladeer, you were an odd exception.

by the time you wake up the next morning, you're lying on the floor, a blanket over your shoulders, with no recollection of how you fell asleep. scaramouche is hoisting his travel bag over his shoulders, and the bits of sun that peeped out from over the horizon gently illuminated the shining gem that hung from his ear.

"let's move."

after weeks of trying to root out the dendro archon's hiding place, you finally manage to narrow it down to a temple surrounded by thick, lush, exotic plants and a glimmering waterfall

"it's surrounded by dense rainforest yet from its most highest point can easily observe sumeru's main city." had been your reasoning

scaramouche recalls his thoughts of the trip going smoothly and easily: like stealing candy from an archon, or a gnosis from a baby...?

but he's become very aware that without your help, he'd be stuck going in circles

you realize that scaramouche has grown over the course of this trip: he's kinder to strangers (in his own...unique way) and seems to be less quick to lose him temper

you've observed with careful eyes, the manner in which he interacts with the world around him and have concluded that there lies a kind and sweet individual underneath his layer of scum and dirt

and the dangle of the matching earring on his ear was enough to make your heart swell with happiness

scaramouche's heart was swelling for another reason

never before has he been in the presence of someone so pure of heart and willing to trust him: to see beyond his physical boundaries and peep into the soul he so defensively guards

and it's because of your actions and words and kindness that he finds himself at a loss for labelling this odd emotion that leaves him awake at night, taking diligent watch over camp to protect your peaceful sleep, or the frequent brushes of his fingers against the cool touch of the gem from his ear

it didn't help his battering heart that you looked absolutely ethereal while using your powers

dendro was an element he considered the weakest until you formed thick vines and towering trees that crushes enemies faster than he could draw out his catalyst and begin attacking

your hands skimmed over the vast expanse of his skin and healed his gashes with the gentle light of dendro, and never before had he come that close to falling asleep in such a vulnerable position

you truly were the most honest being he's ever encountered

but the truth is often a more daunting and treacherous path that one can ever expect

a symbol mocked scaramouche as a lock to the temple. just as he was about to burst into a vast array of colorful expletives, you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and walked past towards the seal. flowing, green energy pool from your fingers and made contact with the seal, which reacted to your powers. an internal mechanism roared to life and soon the doors had opened wide. scaramouche look on in disbelief as you sauntered inwards with a teasing smile on your face.

the inside of the temple is vast and large. a wide, white marble floor covers the majority of the insides, and from the four corners emerged mini waterfalls. a dam lined the edges of the marble floors, where at the end lay a humble throne constructed of rock and covered in thick vines that held little flowers of varying pale colors. marble pillars loomed high above where vines creeped down and engulfed them in a spiral. light poured in from the crystal glass panes above, illuminating the marble floors in a gentle, pale yellow.

his shoes clicked against the clean marble, eyes wide and wandering in awe. but even among his fascination, there still lay frustration. you followed behind him, unusually quiet and devoid of your usual smile.

"the dendro archon isn't here." he scowled and sulkily walked up to the throne, kicking it with the toe of his boot. "all this work, and for what, a disappointment?!" he kicked the seat again, harder this time.

"SHOW YOURSELF YOU GOD DAMN COWARD!" his voice bounced off the empty walls of the temple, fists balled and knuckles white at his side. after all this time and effort, to not find the dendro archon was an absolute bash to his ego and will.

"let's go, lilium." he grunts and turns around to face you.

you who had continued to smile at him with eyes that seemed to know more than he did. eyes that carried within them ancient words lost to time and stars that could no longer been seen across the sky of teyvat.

"scaramouche..." your steps are quiet, tentative, like a cornered animal that has long evaded capture from its stalky predator.

as you walked forwards, your hands unbuttoned the clasp of your beige cloak and revealed to him the lines of dendro that ran up your neck and arms. your fingers contorted into an odd position, almost as if in prayer, as dendro energy began to swirl around you and pour itself back into your chest. thick branches sprouted from your temples and curved backwards to form horns decorated with little multicolored flowers. light illuminated from all directions and poured itself back into your body, while all scaramouche could do was stand there and watch, knees bent and hand ready to draw his weapon. his eyes burned as the air around you settled and a vibrant green ring locked itself onto your irises.

"i am (y/n), seventh archon of teyvat," click, click, with each step you took towards him, scaramouche stepped back, "god of wisdom, defender of sumeru," click, click, scaramouche could hardly believe his eyes, even though the evidence was clear as day in front of him: living, breathing, speaking to him,

"the dendro archon."

confusion turned into blind rage as scaramouche threw his satchel aside and lunged at you, catalyst floating hurriedly behind him. you allowed him to tackle you to the floor, and made no complaint when his large hand pinned your wrists over your head. his hat flew wildly to the side, lost to the air in the sudden scuffle.

"you lied to me." he seethed, voice barely above a whisper and tinted with what you considered unbridled rage as he towered over your. the earring that matched yours dangled ferociously and you feared that it may come flying off.

"i had to." you replied, still smiling with content in your eyes.

"you've made a fool out of yourself by lying to me." like the eerie rumble of thunder before the strike of lightning, his voice rumbled low and heavy and dripped with contempt.

his heart fought against the mere thought of what he'd have to do now: strip you of your gnosis and godly powers. but how could he when all he yearned to do was hear you laugh again or see your pretty smile in a situation where he didn't have your wrists pinned to the floor and wasn't agonizingly angry with you.

"defeat me in a fair challenge, and my gnosis is yours. you have my word, scaramouche." you offer interrupted any more of his raging thoughts.

"you?" scaramouche scoffed and masked his emotions with a decisively wicked laugh that sounded more akin to a huff, "you don't stand a chance against me." the grip on your wrists tightened and pressed your skin into the marble floor.

"then you should have no objections." you offered him one last smile before your body dissolved into tiny, multicolored wildflowers and sparks of green dendro energy. scaramouche fell forwards, the balance he'd kept while holding your body and wrists down now lost.

"what-"

"you've really underestimated me, scaramouche." your voice echoed from the other side of the temple, vines forming around your arms.

despite the screams in his heart to set his catalyst down and run far, far away from all of this, he knew of his obligations, and lunged forward with a surge of electro in his veins.

what he hadn't expected was to be pummeled upwards by a thick tree trunk that protruded from the ground. the impact wasn't hard enough to draw blood but it was enough to distract him while you planned your next move, summoning your weapon and drawing it at the ready.

scaramouche leapt down from the platform and formed a sword of electricity with his hands. he rushed forward and slammed the blade with all his might against your weapon, only to be pushed back with both your strength and the help of the flexible tree branches and vines that protruded from your back.

dendro was supposed to be weak and flimsy like those stupid flowers you always ask him to bring you in exchange for information, so why was it that his breath evaded him with every gulp of air he swallowed while trying to evade your thorny attacks? your long range attacks seemed to be more powerful, but even as he closed the distance, the look in your eyes was unbearable for him to gaze into.

"scaramouche..." you mumbled, brows furrowed and voice tinted with hint of remorse as your weapon pressed against his electro sword, fighting against his strength with seemingly no effort at all. one of your hands moved to tuck strands of his stormy hair back into place behind his ear, and his corded temper snapped in two.

you sensed the buildup of his energy right before it released, and scaramouche swore he saw the faintest of smiles cross your lips before you were knocked back by an enormous surge of electro from his hands that burst outwards in tandem with the blast of electro. purple jets of energy poured out from his outstretched hands, still tingling with adrenaline. your body flew across the temple like a ragdoll and hit one of the many marble pillars, sending you crumbling to the floor in a coughing heap.

"it's over." scaramouche's strides over to your weakened body were cold, devoid of life in each click of his heel against the marble floor until his body loomed high over yours, sword brimming with electricity pointed dead at the base of your throat.

he expected you to cower in fear, beg for your life until you were within an inch of death. instead, you merely smiled and closed your eyes.

"go on, finish the job. you've won fair and square." your hands overlapped his sheet white knuckles, cold from gripping onto the handle with all his strength, and began to push the sword down towards your throat.

panic surged through his veins once your intentions became clear. "just what are you trying to get at?! do you want to die?!" with your weakened body, strength didn't come to your hands when scaramouche yanked the sword away from your grip. the tip of the blade rested snugly over your hammering heart and flickered every so often with a lick of violet electricity that sent tingles throughout your body.

scaramouche had slain hundreds—thousands maybe, but the hands that have snuffed the life out of so many now gripped his sword not with fury but with hesitance. fear was void in your eyes; all he saw was a being who was content, calm, and seemed to embrace death with welcome arms.

"come on, scara. it's alright, i promise." you cooed, arms outstretched like a macabre invitation.

"scara" was new, you'd never called him that before and it made his heart hurt in a way he never thought possible, like running a paper cut under frigid water or biting the inside of your cheek too hard: stinging and small yet unbearable.

you hadn't removed the earring he shared with you, it still clasped itself onto the soft, fleshy part of your earlobe and twinkled up at him in the dwindling sunlight. the slight jostle of his head brought to attention the matching jewel that swayed by his jugular, all the familiar yet foreign emotions he'd felt over the past few weeks rushed him like a bull who saw crimson. the soft underbelly of this thoughts had finally given way and he knew now that his hands could kill a thousand more, but never lay a hand on you.

the sword dissipated into thin particles of mauve electric light just as he crumpled to his knees in front of your body.

"i can't." he meekly whispered, fingers grasping at his knees for some semblance of stability.

he considered himself above others, but you alone had somehow managed to bring him to his knees and set aside his weapon, even if his mission would be failed and he'd face the wrath of the tsaritsa.

what sounded like a pleased hum purred from the top of your throat before you rose from the ground and extended a hand towards him. scaramouche's head whipped up, clearly stunned at your ability to move after baring what looked like such a painful impact.

"congratulations, scaramouche, you've passed!" you beamed as he slipped his hand into yours and stood back up, a quizzical look on his face.

"...passed? what the hell are you talking about?!" he scowled and attempted to sever the connection you'd made between his hand and yours, only for your grip to tighten and your other hand to find purchase on the line of his slackened jaw, moving upwards to his cheek.

"i mean that you've passed the test to receive my gnosis, silly."

you bit back the smile from your face as you watched scaramouche seemingly run through all sorts of confuzzled expressions before settling with an irritated sneer and flared eyes that guarded him like a cornered animal.

"test?! are you kidding me- what in the hell kind of test was that?!" he growled and used his free hand to bunch up the fabric of your collar in his white knuckled fist.

a sugary laugh crept up past your lips as the hand that held his let go and moved to overlap his fist.

"well? get talking!" he ushered, slackening his fingers on the collar of your attire.

"yes, yes, o high and mighty balladeer." like a blue bird's chirp you cooed to him and straightened out the fabric of your shirt with calm movements.

he opened his mouth to make a retort at your choice of title for him when you beat him to the punch and words that you had since swallowed began to slip from your tongue.

"my ties to celestia have long since been severed," you paused to unfurl your hand and reveal the floating gnosis covered in little white flowers and tiny vines, "the gnosis is only an empty vessel—a meaningless connection to a place i no longer associate with."

"if it's so meaningless, you could've just coughed it up and avoided this whole mess. idiot." the last word he muttered under his breath, yet it rang in your ears crystal clear like the crisp smell of firewood.

"i'm aware," you giggle and step closer to him, "but there was a purpose for our adventure."

scaramouche studied the rotating chess piece in your palm, pristine and light in color—if he listened carefully he'd hear the soft chirps of birds and the twinkle of morning dew after a night's shower of rain; the atmosphere began to placate the burning irritation in his chest.

"my disciples caught wind that you'd be the one sent for my gnosis, and i had a feeling that you'd come seek my guidance even if it was to your chagrin." there was no helping to conceal the teasing lilt to your songbird voice, which of course fanned the flames of his sneer and had him crossing his arms.

"i was completely alright with giving up my gnosis, however, i wanted to make sure that it would fall into the right hands which is why i tagged along: to see and study your behavior."

you were far too close for comfort, and there was only so much space between scaramouche and the marble pillar as you backed him up into it and reached for his hands. his mind screamed at him to end it now and run far away from whatever hellish game you'd created, but his heart allowed you to pick up his calloused hands within yours and run your thumbs over the back of his knuckles.

"and after careful examination, i've deemed you and all you stand for worthy of my gnosis, scaramouche."

your hands released his as you dared to brave his stormy exterior and relish in the softness of his face as you cupped his jaw between both of your hands. his arms stood rigid by his side, unsure of which way to move or how to hold you.

"how..." he dryly swallowed before continuing, "why...me?"

"well, that's an easy question to answer. it's because you're a kind soul at heart. i know that no harm will come to my people, or anyone else if my gnosis is left in your hands."

from the look in his eyes, deep within the caverns of his stormy irises and inky pupils, you sensed a pool of doubt and a coating of mistrust. the jingle of the ornaments on his ornate hat twinkled gently as he turned his face to the side, ears burning and mouth etched into a warbled grimace.

"look at me, scaramouche," you tilt his head back towards you, a mirage of stardust and midnight blue flames peering back at you hidden behind the thin layer of his stinging eyes, "you could have killed me, but you spared my life. there is good in you, and there always will be."

"you're wrong, lili- (y/n)! i could kill you where you stand right this minute!" he barked, shying away from your touch in a brutish manner as he walked a short distance away from you, still close enough to touch but far away enough so his face could be hidden behind the thick brim of his hat.

"i'm not wrong, you forget my title of the god of wisom." you chortled, no louder than a gentle rush of wind.

with gentle, lilypad steps, you made your way to his side and raised his head once more with your hands so you started directly into his eyes. the firey, red blush on his face ran to the expanse of his nose and cheeks and tailed off near the tips of his ears; he looked akin to a dewy strawberry or ripe cherry.

the glowing gnosis appeared once more as you unfurled your hand, the other moving to grab scaramouche's palm and hold it wide open. the gnosis thrummed with life for a brief moment before falling silent as your fingers let go of the small chess piece and let it fall onto the calloused, fleshy skin of scaramouche's palm. your fingers gently covered his own and curled them inwards so the gnosis was completely concealed by his skin.

"go," you whispered, moving your hand back upwards to his cheek to caress the soft skin and brush aside the wild wisps of his inky, midnight hair, "go home to your tsaritsa. tell her you've succeeded, but not of how you obtained the gnosis."

you've managed to startle scaramouche enough today to the point where he'd welcome unconsciousness with open arms. but the manner in which you hold his face and press a gentle kiss to his forehead sends a flurry of emotions barreling up from his heart towards his brain. frozen in place, he could only watch as you stepped back and offered him one more smile before turning around and heading to pick up your discarded cloak in the middle of the temple. your figure grew smaller and smaller the more he stood, mouth agape and palms sweaty. the fist that contained your gnosis felt so warm and soft, like the gentle pitter of rain in spring or the brush of a lukewarm petal on a hot summer's day—so much like you. his mind no longer screamed at him to shove those damning thoughts of you into a corner.

with every hurried step he took, the binds around his heart became undone and left nothing but a shriveled up empty core that pounded and swelled with life. his hand grabbed around your elbow just as you scooped up your cloak from the middle of the temple, his eyes blown and grip tighter than ever.

"scaramouche?" you innocently tilted your head to the side, curiosity enveloping your irises that now lacked the vibrant green dendro ring.

ah, your curiosity, your kindness, your gentle nature, your humor, he adored everything about you, and he could hide it no longer.

with a yank of his hand forwards, his lips eagerly met yours in an uncharacteristically jumbled and awkward yet endearing kiss. he swallowed your surprised squeak and melded his lips properly against your own, arm coming around to hold your body flush against his. scaramouche's fist let go of your gnosis and let it tumble to the ground, using his free hands to dig into the small of your back and trap you in his broad arms.

"who said..." he began once parting from your breathless lips, gulping for air himself, "that you could leave my side?"

scaramouche's eyes darted from your own and back down towards your lips, cheeks ruddy and warm and mouth parted to breathe in the sweet air you managed to steal from him. you followed his gaze and ran your fingers against the dangling jewel from his ear that matched yours.

"i believe..." you started with a giggle, using your thumb to run against his bottom lip, "that the tsaritsa will be awfully upset to know that you've discarded the gnosis like that."

scaramouche scoffed and grabbed your chin between his forefinger and thumb and muttered a, "i don't care," before taking your lips as his once again.

it's a pretty, forward way of confessing, but scaramouche becomes your lover from that day onwards!

he garbles out an offer to come stay with him, which you accept!

the trip back to snezhnaya was filled with longing looks and breathless kisses that left him weak in the knees

of course, he makes sure that affectionate gestures are in private settings because celestia forbid that a fatui agent walk in on scaramouche, red in the face, being pampered with kisses and affectionate words by his archon significant other

when he presents the dendro archon's gnosis to the tsaritsa, she's quick to catch on that his means of acquisition were...unorthodox

but makes no comment of it, much to his relief

as soon as his business is done in snezhnaya, he makes haste to his (luxurious) residence in inazuma which is where he chooses to lay a base with you

because he's a harbinger, he often must leave at unpredictable times in a hurried manner

before, such a mobile lifestyle was fine because it was just his own back that he had to worry about and no one else's

however, you have now entered the picture

he'll make contradictory responses about leaving you alone for prolonged periods of time

"you'll burn the damn place down while i'm gone."

"you say that while you're hugging and kissing me goodbye, scaramouche."

"...shut up."

by associating with him in general, you've inherently become a target for outside parties that have a bone to pick with the fatui (which are there are, unsurprisingly, a lot of)

you might have to remind him that you're a literal archon and can defend yourself perfectly fine (and even then it'd be difficult for him to part from you)

aside from the chaos that is his life as a harbinger, when all is quiet and there's no missions on his belt, he'll be right by your side

his love is shown largely through words of affirmation, except they come off as the exact opposite with good intentions hidden beneath them

you help him spar in the large backyard, and he's surprised to learn that you can easily take him down

part of his time with you has led him to discover a lot more about you, like the fact that intense emotions of yours manifest into flowers that bloom along your body

one too many times has he whispered suggestive words in your ear with a teasing, sultry lilt, or let his hand wader across the span of your body

only to be met with wine red roses that bloomed from the depths of your skin and wrapped around his hands

scaramouche will never admit the way your kind words and gentle touch send his heart racing

from the simple tap of his shoulder or the warmest of embraces lined with sugar filled kisses: he loves your touch

he's not used to authenticity; kind, genuine, pure of heart compliments and words, which is why he hates that you manage to fluster him so easily with "that shirt makes you look even more handsome" or a "be well and stay safe, darling"

scaramouche is used to bandaging his wounds—both physical and (eugh) emotional—in complete solitude

but you're here now, and he begins to realize that he finally has someone to rely on—someone who cares about him to the most authentic extent

rain hammered down against his body as he approached the steep climb towards the large, luxurious house that sat atop a secluded hill in araumi.

blood, his own or someone else's, smeared itself across his cheek and shielded itself from the rain by the large rim of his hat. his bloodied nose ached with every intake of rain laden air; the only smell scaramouche could possibly register at this point was the irony peak of blood. his legs burned and ached with every step forwards; tingling vibrations shot themselves up from his ankles to the small of his back. the open gash on his torso felt like burning ice and stung with every raindrop that splattered onto his bloodied shirt. the house loomed onwards and high above, led up to by a trail of pearly white stairs crafted of marble; he was seriously beginning to regret the fancy structure of his house.

his breath stuttered against his lips upon reaching the first step, body sagging onto the railing when he heard a voice from above.

"scaramouche?!"

he looked upwards to see your figure, void of any umbrellas, coverings, or shoes and only in your night clothes as you stood near the first landing of the steps. with the steady candlelight from the house behind: you looked like an angel.

how he had managed to make it under the warm roof of his house, he wasn't quite sure. scaramouche only remembers your frantic touch and his arm slung around your shoulder as you walked step by step up to the porch. before he knew it, scaramouche found himself soiling a fresh, snow white futon with the blood and dirt that covered his body while you made haste to pull off his soaked shoes and gather appropriate materials to help clean him up. hat already tossed to the side, you peeled layer after layer of soaked clothing off until he lay bare in nothing but his boxers, large gash on display for you to gawk at.

"scara..." you mumbled and ran your fingertips over the reddened edges of his wound.

he hissed at the sudden contact and gulped for air through his chapped lips. you smiled apologetically and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "you'll be alright, just hold still."

energy the color of a dewy leaf or thick, pale moss, thrummed from your fingertips as you hovered over his wounds. the dendro energy from your skin began to morph his skin and shut the gash in slow, gentle motions, leaving behind nothing but a thin scar across the middle. your hands moved across the span of his body, taking great care not to miss any patch of skin, no matter how small the wound. finally at ease, scaramouche trained his eyes on you with bated breath as you lovingly tended to his wounds with a strong ring of green around your irises. your hands finally glided over to his face, where blood smeared his cheek and the thin trail of blood from his nose greeted you with a nasty leer.

"not mine, promise." he mumbled when your thumb rubbed over the patch of dried blood on his cheek. his words didn't seem to ease the worried look on your face.

a few more motions of your hands and his nose was good as new. your hands reached for the basin of warm water and gentle washing cloth as scaramouche sat up, a haggard breath escaping his lips.

"i may have healed your wounds, but you need rest. they will reopen if you exert yourself." you warn, warm hand cupping his cheek while the other wiped the trail of blood from his nose.

"don't give me that shit, i'm completely fine." he huffed, but allowed you to continue wiping his skin down with warm water.

"please, scaramouche," to his surprise, tears began to pool in your eyes and cascade down your cheeks in silent waterfalls, "you are so important to me, take better care of yourself, please."

though his body stung and you'd just warned him about moving, scaramouche couldn't help but pull you into his lap and lock his arms tight around your body.

"i'm not going anywhere. it'll take an army and it's general...and a dragon to kill me." he mumbled into your scalp, feeling the weight on his chest lessen with a snort in response to his sarcastic response.

"promise?" you moved your face from his neck to look him in the eye, remembering just how bloodied he'd been just moments earlier.

scaramouche moved his hand to grab your pinkie in his and shake it. "throw me in the ice or whatever if i do."

you giggle and raise his hand to your lips, eyes shut in pure bliss and a gentle smile etched on your lips. in that moment, scaramouche wished with all his might that his time with you would be stretched out into an eternity.

you had a weird start to your relationship: never did scaramouche ever fathom that he'd find someone to put up with his disagreeable personality

nor that he'd fall in love with the prime target of his mission

but you managed to wrangle him up in your vines of love and swaddle him in a warmth that was unfamiliar yet welcomed

he's not one to revere the gods as ethereal beings; to him they're no more than placeholders, or figureheads

however, you are the only archon that has his complete and utter devotion

and it's not because of your archon status that he is devoted wholly to you, but your kindness and love that brings him to his knees

despite his unpleasant behavior, there isn't a single thing he wouldn't do for you, even if he'd grumble and complain about it all the while

the earring that dangles from his ear and matches your own reminds him that he has someone to come home to, and someone to love

the day khaenri'ah fell is all a blur in dainsleif's mind

he lost everything:

his home, his people, his status, his life

all thanks to the heartless gods who cared not for the lives of puny mortals

despite the foggy remnants of his memory, he does remember something in particular that has stuck with him for centuries onwards:

how someone managed to bring him to safety, away from all the carnage and rot of khaenri'ah's destruction

by then, the curse of immortality had been laid, but whoever it was who saved him had managed to sneak through the wreckage and haul his unconscious body out of the pits of khaenri'ah into a grassy plain of wildflowers

though in and out of consciousness, he remembered the clean ring of vibrant green around their irises, the sweet smell of fresh flowers, their soft touch as they mended his wounds, and their honey-like voice that tried as much as possible to keep him conscious

the last thing he remembers before slipping into oblivion was the calmness and ease of his pain and the hum of energy in his ears

he awoke that night in a small clearing next to a crackling campfire, arm in a sling and a blanket over his body

since then, he's embarked to seek answers and pursue goals that were far out of anyone's reach

he wandered aimlessly as days trickled into weeks, then months, years, decades, centuries

until he finally meets you in sumeru

you're an advisor for the study of medicinal herbs at sumeru's finest academic institution, where dainsleif heads one day to procure both information and herbs

upon talking to him for just a bit, you discover that he is in search of a specific type of plant and offer your physical assistance to help him find it

throughout your little adventure, dainsleif finds that you're excellent to work with and before he can even ask if you'd like to come with him when he leaves sumeru, you offer up to join him on his travels first

he finds great solace and versatility in you: your dendro vision allows for easier access to places where nature invades, and your amicable and kind personality makes for great bargaining skills

over time as you travel more and more places together, dainsleif begins to feel an unfamiliar weight in his chest that doesn't exactly feel unwelcome

warm, calm, serene, peaceful is how he feels when you're around

he can't help but be enamored by everything about you: your eyes, lips, curve of your nose and rise of your cheeks. your kindness, your gentle nature, your perceptive insight and intelligence. all of it.

the romantic tension between you two was unbearable in the best way

quiet flames flickered from the small campsite and cast gentle shadows across the span of his face. he observed with a quiet smile, the way in which your fingers skimmed through line after line of some ancient books you had procured today, spines broken and covers worn with age and love. a shiver rocked your body as you scooted closer to him for warmth, your hips coming in contact merely once and it was enough to send tingles throughout his body.

"cold?" he asked.

you placed the book down and nodded, coming closer to his side if possible. with a single click of the clasp, the charcoal cloak that draped over his shoulders fell from his body as he placed it over yours.

"well that's not fair," you pout, fanning out the fabric so that instead of just you, the cloak covered both your bodies, "we both need to be covered."

there was no hiding the furious blush on his face as you inch even closer to him if it was possible to do so, your head coming to rest on his broad shoulder.

"are you okay, dain? your heart is beating so fast..." voice tinted with faded whispers, your fingers run over the thick fabric that protects his bare skin.

"yes, i'm...fine. do not concern yourself with my wellbeing, you need to warm up." dainsleif murmured gently and tugged the fabric up closer to your shoulders.

he wasn't sure when you'd wriggled your way past his thick irony boundaries or when he'd become so comfortable with your touch, but he didn't mind if you used his shoulder like a pillow and drooled on him, or spurred him onwards into hole in the wall buildings to discover ancient products. and his most favorite: when you'd craft flowers from your fingers and thread them through his coat or hair.

"i can't just not care about you, dain. that's silly." you giggle and brushed aside wisps of his ashen locks from his piercing azure gems. he resisted the urge to lean down and press a kiss to your forehead once your arms wrapped around his torso, so snug and comfortable.

"ah...then i apologize."

"dain?" you look up at him with sparkling eyes, threaded by pale, persimmon flames from the campfire that completely entrance him.

"yes, (y/n)?"

much to his surprise, your hands slink up to hold his face so he stared directly at you.

"can i show you how much i care about you?" there was a new gentleness to your voice that he'd never heard before, and the confusion that painted his face at your words dissipated once he nodded and felt his head tilt to the side and your soft, downy lips press against his cheek.

for far too long, he'd imagined the feeling of your lips on his skin in manners that had him burning up and shaking such thoughts out of his head. but now, having got a taste, his desire seemed to be insatiable. your lips parted from the soft of his cheek far too soon for his liking, your eyes shy and mouth curved into a timid smile.

"i'm sorry if i overstepped any- mmph?!"

before you could speak any apologies, you find that dainsleif's lips had connected and molded to fit perfectly against yours. his arms snuck around your waist to stabilize you against his throbbing heart. his mind was completely encased by all that you were: your body, mind, and soul filtered through your connected lips and became one with his in the most vibrant and indescribable ways.

dainsleif reluctantly parted from your lips with a quiet gasp and rose a hand to cup your burning cheeks.

"i care deeply about you as well, if it was not evident."

despite the teasing nature of his remark, his eyes shied away from your intense gaze, the one that sent butterflies up from the confines of his stomach.

"hehe, at least now," you giggled and pressed a gentle kiss first to his nose, then a lingering, chaste kiss to his lips, "i am well aware that our feelings are mutual."

dainsleif never exactly expected for you to return his feelings, but he considers it a win in his book

though he feels infinitely unworthy of your love and affection, you often remind him that he deserves the world and all the love contained within it

it takes a while for him to open up about his past, but he trusts you with all that he is

so he sits down and tells you all he knows of his origins: khaenri'ah, the gods, his immortality, all of it

given that he's under the impression that you are a mere mortal human, his immortality is a subject that pains him the most

to know that you'd one day leave him behind and succumb to the fate of time

but you know that isn't true, and you recognize him as someone familiar from the wreckages of khaenri'ah

hiding your secret eats you up inside, especially since dain has made it excruciatingly clear that he desires nothing to do with the gods or anyone or anything associated with them

eventually, hiding becomes too much and you realize that he deserves the truth, even if dainsleif were to discard your bond

sitting under trees and reading had become a pleasant past time for the two of you, though you've always much rather preferred to hear dainsleif's smooth voice recount tales from the aged book that would have your eyes drooping and mouth curved into a serene smile.

but today, your face lacked its usual vibrancy and your smile seemed devoid of your usual joy as he read word after word with you perched on his lap. instead, your eyes lingered on the gentle green glow emitted from your hands and the guilt that ate away at you inside. the sun was just about to blanket itself over a drape of midnight sky, and dainsleif had begun to set up camp when he finally asked, "you don't seem like yourself today, is something the matter?"

you take in a shaky breath before turning to face him with hesitation in every one of your movements. "dain...you despise the gods, right?" timidly, you step into the shallows and fear knowing that soon you will have to face the deep end.

"yes, i have no respect nor care for them at all. why do you ask?"

the lump in your throat began to pulse, almost as if to tell you not to speak the words that had been broiling in your stomach for so long, but you knew it was impossible.

you allowed your eyes to slip behind their lids as your hands folded themselves into a position of prayer. viridian and chartreuse swirls of dendro energy formed from your chest and enveloped your body for a brief moment only to dissipate and leave you floating back to the ground in white, ancient garments with golden rings on your upper arm and left thigh. thick, chocolate colored branched formed by your temples and curved backwards to form horn-like structures. striking strips of verdant dendro energy ran up your arms and legs and settled at your throat to form the heart symbol.

you opened your eyes, and dainsleif found himself face to face with a ring of bright green around your irises that seemed so familiar.

"i'm the dendro archon." your voice was meek, and nothing like that of a god. from your clasped hands, your fingers unfurled to reveal your tiny gnosis decorated in little flowers and gleaming of warmth and the gentle touch of a flower petal.

if he hadn't seen the gnosis, or your archon clothes, dainsleif would hardly believe you. a joke, a taunting tease akin to pinching his cheek in a loving manner or nudging his ribs, that was what declaring yourself as an archon sounded like. but the gnosis in your hand, the tattoos on your skin, the clothing on your back, it all pointed to the obvious.

he was sure his expression was ruthless given the manner in which you silently responded with guarded hands.

"dain..." your hand unconsciously reached out to him to hold his face, but never got that far.

fury coursed through his body like a toxic viper, devoid of rational thoughts or understanding. his muscles jerked to slap your hand away, teeth bared full and anger glinting his in starry pupiled eyes.

"DON'T COME NEAR ME! don't take another step!"

you felt your heart stop in your chest. his eyes roamed over your body like a man possessed. you'd never seen dainsleif this angry or worked up. your sweet, kind, albeit too formal and a little awkward, dainsleif. each day he'd wake up and gaze at you with nothing but love and adoration, and now he stood before you defensively, shielding himself as if you were a monster.

"dain, please i can explain-"

"explain?! there's nothing to explain," dainsleif backed away from you, even as you halted your footsteps forwards, "you archons simply love to toy with people, don't you?"

his hands worked quickly to gather his items and sling his backpack over his shoulders.

"did you perhaps think that you could spend your time toying with a mortal? am i amusing to you? did you have your fill?!" he barked, eyes narrowed into hostile slits.

your voice wouldn't meet your lips no matter how hard you tried. you desperately wanted to deny his claims; that you loved him with all your heart, but it seemed your strangled silence was enough of an answer for him.

"do not follow me."

he didn't dare look at your face, for to feel compassion or empathy for a god would be a gross negligence of their actions towards his people. dainsleif had never ran that fast before in his life, nor had he ever faced the dilemma that brewed within his heart that urged him to turn around and talk things out. but the damage had been done, and he knew that there was no saving a bond shared between a khaenri'ahan and an archon.

you watched with watery eyes as dainsleif hurriedly ran further and further away from your embrace. your body fizzled with dendro energy as you numbly walked towards a nearby stream and crumpled to your knees, eventually falling limp on your side. rejection had been your worst fear, and not only had it come true but it cost you your most beloved. and now there was nothing you could do about it, so you cried and cried and cried and let the ground around you absorb your agonizing pain.

he can't exactly get you off of his mind no matter how hard he tries

dainsleif ends up spending a week in a hotel in a town far away from where he left you and can hardly rise from bed without feeling a rippling pain in his heart

a constant war between his emotions and his mind play out, and he doesn't know which side to align with

against all he stands for, dainsleif finds himself wandering back to his time with you: your radiant smile, jubilant laughter, kindness, generosity, empathy, the soft curve of your body and the gentle, feather light tough of your lips on his

thoughts of you plague his mind day in and day out, no matter what

there exists a lingering guilt that eats away at him when he recalls the brief moment he looked up to see the absolute distraught emotions on your face

he finds himself sitting on the edge of the hotel's bed, unable to sleep and mind filled with thoughts of you as he runs his thumb over an intricate bookmark you had bought for him

dainsleif often wonders about the ring of green around your eyes in your archon form, and why they appeared to be so familiar and so warm

and it suddenly hits him: memories of the distant past khaenri'ah where he'd been spared from the god's wrath and dragged unconscious from the wreckage

those same, familiar green irises sparked the realization that it had to be you who saved him

and this realization released the floodgates for the wave of guilt that crushed him under its weight

he had left you all by yourself and rejected you when you'd bared all of yourself to him

you knew who he was the moment you first met him, and kept silent of your kind deeds and he just knows that it's because that last thing you'd ever want is for him to feel obligated to be with you

and it's this realization that has his mind giving way to all the thoughts of you that he's suppressed

dainsleif can only hope that you would give this sinner just one last chance to beg for forgiveness

night had fallen by the time he reached his destination. dainsleif isn't sure what called to him to return to where he left you, after all you were quite intelligent and staying in one place for too long while traveling was never the brightest idea. but much to his surprise, your items lay exactly where you left them and had faced the elements. he stooped to pick up a soggy copy of your favorite book off of the ground that had faced the hardships of rain, the very same one he had been reading to you the evening of your confession. his heart stung and stuttered to know that something could have possibly happened to you.

his eyes frantically searched the shady tree area for any sign of you, only for a trail of small, yellow flowers to catch his eye. they trailed downwards off a rugged path, and his legs felt compelled to adhere to the strange breadcrumb trail.

the flowers lead him to a small clearing, where a gentle stream rushed by, and where your figure lay on your side surrounded by heaps upon heaps of little, lemony flowers. dainsleif's chest began to morph and twist with every step he took towards your body, still in your archon form. he feared so greatly that death had taken you into its hands as he knelt down with trembling legs to your body. much to his surprise, you were quite awake and numbly staring at the rushing water in front of your face. the light in your lovely eyes had faded, leaving the ring a dull hazel, the color of dirt or faded mud. faded tear tracks marked lines down the center of your face, and he knew that the damage he had done was immense.

"(y/n)..." his voice warbled with suppressed emotions as his lips morphed into a watery frown.

your eyes peeled themselves away from the flowing water and connected with dainsleif's, to which you replied with a half hearted chuckle and no more.

"i'm hallucinating now? heartbreak is fascinating." you mumbled with a sad smile as your hand moved upwards to caress his skin.

"you're not hallucinating, i'm...i am real." he murmured just as he placed his hand over yours.

the light within your eyes began to spark, then glimmer with hope as the realness of the situation set in. no words could escape your lips before he had pulled you up, drawn you into a tight hug and pressed kiss after kiss to your temples, just below your branch-like horns.

"could you ever forgive this foolish sinner?" dainsleif mumbled into your shoulder and squeezed tighter, as if you'd fade from his grasp should his grip slack even the slightest.

"dain...it's me who should be asking for forgiveness, not-"

dainsleif was never a selfish man, but with you he was allowed to indulge and savor your warmth. his lips cut off your refutes just as they were about to emerge from your lips.

"you saved me, didn't you?" he asked once parted from your lips.

"you remembered." you cooed, thumbing over his ruddy cheeks.

"i tried my best to reason with the gods, but dendro is not as powerful an element as others think." a sigh enveloped your words with regret and sorrow, hands moving downwards from his face to his shoulders, "but then, i saw you. and narrowly i managed to get you out before total ruin fell to khaenri'ah."

dainsleif's heart hammered ferociously in his chest upon understanding the true magnitude of your words. you hadn't laid siege to khaenri'ah, you hadn't harmed his people in any way. you were innocent.

"i'm a fool." dainsleif berated, guilt wrenching his heart in every which way.

"you're no fool, you've just been hurt." you coo, wiping away at a stray tear that trickled down his face.

"how is it that you're able to be so kind to me even now?" he asked. your sniffles and mumbled whimpers hidden behind that smile of yours tore his heart in two, knowing that his rash actions had been the cause of your sorrow.

"it's because i love you, wholly. you are no toy for me to play with, and i will follow you to the ends of teyvat if you would indulge me." you caress the heat of his cheek and allow him to wipe away the tears that had fallen from your eyes.

"and i, you, whether you were mortal or an archon. you'll forever have my heart." and the words he spoke were truer that he'd even been, more honest than he'd ever felt with himself in so long.

his words made your limp heart swell with affection, and any doubt you might've had flitted away with the cool wind.

"you are absolutely beautiful." his eyes study you in a passionate way as his hands glide over your bark horns, to your supple cheeks, then finally coming to thumb underneath the skin of your vibrant, crystal-like eyes where a ring of soft green peered back at him.

you shy away from his gaze, face warm and fluster evidence in the warbled smile that creeps up onto your lips. but dainsleif was not finished, for a man who craved every inch of you he could never be satiated with doubt lingering in your body.

"i promise to you, you shall never shed another tear under my watch, my starlight." his lips hovered above yours momentarily, as if asking for permission before you closed the gap and looped your arms firm around his neck.

the love of a god was infinite and powerful and even if he were to wander the grounds of teyvat for a century more, he'd be alright as long as you stood by his side.

despite his grievances with the gods and celestia, dainsleif has come to an odd conclusion: not all the gods were responsible for what happened

you are his prime example

your capacity for love and kindness is so foreign to a man who has known nothing but solitude and grief

and he learns to embrace it, one step at a time with your help

dainsleif carries a heavy conscience, but he's at east knowing that you are but a momentary longing glance away and he's free to usher you close for comforting cuddles

he's much more careful with expressing his distaste for the gods around you after you reveal yourself (even if you encourage him to be more vocal)

dainsleif believes in fate as a harbinger of sorrow and anguish

but if fate had brought you to him, then perhaps fate wasn't such a bad concept after all

date published: september 10th, 2021

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i wanna gargle rengoku’s balls 🥺☹️

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tags: 5.7k words handjob, blowjob, makeout scene, afab reader, reader is addressed a "woman/womanly/unwomanly" to fit the time period, reader has a knee that is referred as "a bad knee", reader struggles with feeling woman enough and with having a purpose. mention of penetrative sex, sex outdoors, mention of cumming inside, marriage mention, mention of blood and bruising. let me know what I missed

Kyojuro was a well-bred man - being from a prominent family meant things like honor, decorum, and acting proper. That also means you, the object of his affection, are to be courted. You would blink owlishly when Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame PIllar known for his passionate and loud outbursts came to you with a letter, a bow, and then promptly left.

You could only read the contents with mouth agape and face warm from your cheeks to your chest as you read his carefully written and practiced confession that clearly had many attempts as you can see the smudges of ink on the corners of the page. Your calloused hands gripped the page with a force that it dented and creased the page and you looked mournfully at it.

You have become someone I can not escape even with my eyes closed. Your swordsmanship is fine and you have an even finer heart. You have bewitched me body and soul. Please tell me your response tomorrow at sundown by the Flame Estate.

Anyone with eyes and ears would be blind to think that Kyujuro wasn’t a good catch - strong heart and easy on the eyes have often made him the center of attention on a mission and you press your head into your palm as you groan.

You’ve never been good at crushes or feelings in the slightest way, every encounter turned into a bumbling and muddy rejection from you to the other. Your dedication to your work has made you deem yourself unlovable, you are so clearly aware of your own faults as a lady as well as the hyper-awareness of your mortality.

Who would want to love someone who could die the next day?

Only another slayer it seems.

You only looked at the page mournfully - you liked him. You really did, you remembered his prowess, his honor, and his courage with perfect clarity despite how you couldn’t remember what you had for breakfast yesterday. Biting your lip in consideration, you only thought long and hard about your answer to his request. Looking at the letter for the last time you made your decision.

Tomorrow, when the sun sets, you make your way to the estate where you see Kyujuro waiting for you at the threshold of the gates. Red-gold locks sway in the slight breeze proudly and you curl into yourself as the gravity of your decision begins to set in. Gulping you call his name - he turns in your direction with a smile as bright as the first rays of dawn. He calls your name, enthusiasm booming from the bass in his voice and you wave back. You don’t have fine clothes. The finest thing you have is your demon slayer uniform so you wore that despite not being active since the last mission you took on.

Your knee still stings on cold mornings as you try to walk without your limp being too noticeable. He meets you halfway, presence warm like a bonfire and he offers you an arm, which you blink owlishly at before getting the message - loop your arm through, idiot.

The walk is short to the outer engawa, your feet sway as he seats you down first, then sits with you. At a respectable distance, your knees don’t even touch -

“So, have you come with your response?’ He speaks clearly and straightforwardly, arms crossed at his chest, facing forward with his gaze ahead. Cut from your musings you nod at his question, before realizing he can’t see your inaudible response as you clear your throat hurriedly,

“Y-yes! Yes, I return your feelings and would like to be your um...courted?” You are also unsure of what you would be if you agreed to be courted. You are not a nobility so you don’t really know what you would say to mean “I return your feelings.”

“Wonderful!” He shouts and you recoil back at his outburst, leaning back as he draws near you - your knees bump as he continues with his promises/

“As my lady, I promise to treat you with respect and care! Anytime you are uncomfortable with my advances tell me at once!” You bring your hands up and nod hurriedly, taking mental notes as he prattles on and on.

“Um? Rengoku, if I may, would you mind if I asked you some questions about this courtship?” His resounding yes almost deafens you before you smile politely and you feel your hands fiddled with the part of your belt that used to carry your sword.

“I was wondering since you presented me with the letter - what have I done to earn your affection?” He falls silent and you curse your heightened sense because you can feel his gaze piercing and crawling through your skin down to your bones like when you touch hot coal the sting rings true down to the morrow in your skeleton.

“On the mission where we were dispatched together. The village up north? I understand it was your last mission, correct?” His voice is softer now, closer to the flame of a stove. It’s slower, steadier even. You nod, head tilted away from him so he won’t see the wobble in your bottom limp. Remembering that mission was painful, even after months have passed.

“You fought valiantly there. It was because of your efforts we had a flawless victory. No one lost their life in that incident. You should raise your head with pride whenever that mission is mentioned.” You shake your head. Your hand tightens around the fabric of your pants.

“What good is one victory when it costs me however many more I could gain if I hadn’t been careless. How many more lives could I be saving right now. If I could still be out on the battlefield?” You tell him, voice cracking in between the words you speak, hating yourself for it. His smile has dropped and he looks at you with a gaze filled with emotions you couldn’t decipher.

“It is painful and bitter that you cannot fight by the side of others any longer but you can still save people’s lives. You are still a part of the Demon Corps, you still have a purpose.” He says and you nod, swallowing the painful spiteful bile that raises to your throat whenever you think about how the you who wielded the blade died on that mission, and the shell of you remains.

“You became the object of my affection when I saw you tie your sword to your arm. You were valiant, protecting others with such passion it felt like I was looking at a flame breathing technique.” He says, hand coming from his chest to settle on the wood of the engawa, calloused pinkie brushing against yours for a moment.

“At that moment, when the demon was killed and I saw you - bloody and panting but still tending to a bleeding boy I couldn’t help but think, ‘She is kinder than anyone else, lovelier than anyone else, and no one lives more earnestly to help others than her.’ I couldn’t forget how you smiled at that boy when he came.” He continues and you keep your eyes glued to where his hand, warm and rough, overtake yours and squeeze it gently.

He feels like the sun.

“You are a wonderful woman, the only one who I could think is deserving of my affection - only if you desire that. So please, do not doubt the sincerity of my feelings.” He finishes, thumb rubbing at the bridge of your knuckles and you swallow the lump in your throat. His hand is gentle but warm. You feel its weariness and its callousness, but you don’t think you want to hold anyone else’s hand but his. Ren - no, Kyojuro’s shoulder nudges you and you look at him with dewy eyes. He isn’t smiling anymore. He’s frowning, regret painting the gold and red of his face and he delicately, like he’s touching the first creation of God, tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

“Did I make you cry? I’m sorry. I promised to make you the happiest woman in the world if you returned my affections, and here I am making you cry. I’m a shameful man.”

You shake your head, bringing the backs of your hands to press away the wetness of your eyes and you sniffle softly. You hate crying in front of others, especially now the man who holds your heart in his hands.

“No. no it’s okay. You’re right. My life doesn’t end just because I can no longer wield the blade but it’s just. Painful to think about the fact, I suppose. I was so ready to give my life to our cause. So the suffering we have gone through will never be repeated again. Then, to suddenly have your conviction, your ambition taken away from you…it’s painful beyond words.” You explain, and you can’t keep the words from spilling out. He nods and puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it and it burns your throat to think about how kind he is with you - like the sunlight of dawn over the moors of dusk.

“I want to keep going, I will keep going. You have deemed me someone worthy of your heart and I will do my best to make you happy. I promise.” You bow your head and you speak sincerely, you don’t see the blush on Kyojuro’s face nor the serene smile on his face.

“Let’s both keep going together, okay?” You make a noise of agreement and nod, your own wobbling smile on your face as you jump when he clapped his hands and announced to have you over for dinner. You balked and nervously began to reject his offer - “Oh please no! I’ve intruded enough, don’t worry over me please!’

“Nonsense! You are now my beloved, which means it’s my job to look after you! Come, my little brother would love to meet you after telling him all about you!” He tugged you along as you went limp and pale - you’ve barely confessed your feelings and you were now about to meet his little brother this is happening too fast, you didn’t think the night would end like this -

A year has passed since that dinner. A year ago you were more miserable than ever but now you stand a little straighter, the white apron you wear over the uniform signifying you work under Kocho Shinobu, learning all manner of medicines and antidotes. The pain hasn't gone away, your right-hand aches for your blade as your knee aches with every step forward you take.

However, life has gone on, and it continues and you feel the same joy when a patient opens their eyes to meet the sun as when you saved someone from a demon. It’s the same, and yet might be even bigger than before. As you’ve blossomed into the medicinal field so has your relationship with the Flame Hashira.

You often end your day at the Flame Estate, eating dinner with Kyojuro and Senjuro, laughing merrily. It’s summer now and your days grow only longer as the sun remains higher in the sky and summer nights grow longer. Everything is well and you find yourself truly happy with all but one thing.

It’s been a year and you and Kyojuro have yet to be intimate.

It’s not something you two have spoken off - you two are affectionate with each other, often holding hands, hugging and kissing the cheek of the other without qualm. However, that's where it goes. His hand on the upper part of your back and chaste kisses on your lips, that have left you wanting more under the cover of dusk. Love transcends the physical, you know that but there is a part of you that wonders if Kyojuro doesn’t go further because he doesn’t find you physically attractive?

You aren’t the prime example of a lady - years have broadened your shoulders and calloused your arms. You aren’t petite or small or gentle like other women. Nor do you think of yourself as having a pretty face - plain is how you think of yourself. You find it hard to keep these thoughts away when you catch yourself in the mirror of the bath in your home.

The insecurity gnaws at the back of your mind, worsening when you are out at the marketplace with Kyojuro. It’s date night, he has recently returned from a mission and earnestly sought you out - appearing at your door as you were making lunch with a shout of your name and a bright smile. He dragged you out, barely letting you change into more nicer attire and get ready before he has you on his back racing towards the market (since your knee is bad he has developed the habit of picking you up and carrying you about)

On the way here he prattled on about a surprise for you - “Something properly beautiful for my beautiful lady!” He announced, making you hide your face in his hair as you faintly heard some ladies laugh good naturedly at his boisterous claim. He had left you to wonder about, giving you cash to spend on yourself as he went to go get your surprise.

You felt giddy - at first. You’re usually too busy to go out, always working or with the Rengoku brothers you don’t find yourself going to the market unless it's for supply runs and even then you usually just carry the things as Shinobu orders around the others. It;s nice, the ambience of people shouting their deals and the smell of street food making the air feel thick and warm. You pursue, buying snacks here and there to pass the time as you wait for Kyojuro to come back. You pause at a stall that was selling beautifully crafted hair pieces. You drew near, looking at the various designs in near awe.

You find yourself thinking about buying a piece for Shinobu - she was the doctor who saved your life and has taken you under her wing in the field of medicine. Even though a material gift wouldn’t be enough to repay her, it would be something. Looking for a design of a butterfly, your eyes light up with joy at a beautiful and dainty hair pin with a wisteria flower hanging with a butterfly hanging on the top.

It was beautiful.

Calling over the woman of the stall, beautiful with inquisitive brown eyes she looked at you over the edge of her fan and her brow rose when you mentioned which piece you wanted to purchase.

“Are you sure that’s the piece you want? Surely something as refined wouldn’t suit such ...homey girl such as yourself?” Your smile slowly dropped as the first drops of rain on a dirty road. Clearing your throat, you asked her what she meant, only to be met with rolled eyes and a scoff.

“Look at how rough and calloused your hands are. Such unfashionable hands for a lady as yourself to bear. You probably work out in the fields - that piece is far too pretty to be wasted on someone like you to be frank.” Your teeth sinks into your bottom lip as every word that seeps from her lips rings the thoughts you have about yourself that you push to the corners of your minds. Swallowing thickly, you find yourself speaking on a thin voice,

“This piece isn’t for me, it’s for my frien-”

“Pff, as if! A woman as yourself wouldn’t have any friends to wear such a fine piece! If you even had friends.” She interrupted you, slapping her fan closed revealing thin red lips as her beautiful, pale face turned to a sneer. Her mouth was open to keep speaking to you cruelly but to your surprise, her mouth stayed open as you jumped when the familiar warmth of a hand clamped on your shoulder. Turning your head you blinked and sighed when the familiar visage of Kyojuro was at your side.

“K-kyojuro! Hello, my dear boy! It’s been far too long, tell me how your mother is these days?” The stall runner clearly knew him - possibly from his father, if she mentions his mother you think. The grip on your shoulder goes from warm to hot and you catch the veins of his arms bulge and swallow at the sight.

“She passed away two years ago. Thank you again for supplying her wedding jewels.” He spoke calmly and you gulped with the woman of the stall as Rengoku Kyojuro rarely spoke severely. The silence was tense and the merriment of the market seemed to cool to a snowstorm.

“A-ah I see, my deepest apologies. I’ve just returned from other trading spots in the nation you see. Now is this your new maid -”

“She is my lady and we are currently courting, Miss. Hina. I overheard how you spoke to her, I take great offense to that language to my dear beloved.” He spoke with certainty and sometimes, you are so used to the bubbly and boyish Kyojuro, that you forget that the man Rengoku is as fearsome as the maws of a tiger.

“Oh, oh my please, I apologize deeply for my rudeness. I had no idea she was someone of such importance to you, please forgive me.” She spoke sullenly but you could tell by the look in her eye she was hoping you’d save her skin.

“A person's status or who they know should not dictate how they are treated. You should treat all your customers with the same level of respect no matter what they look like. Besides you are wrong about her - she is lovelier than any other woman I have met, no one is more deserving of refined and beautiful things.” He reprimanded her and you flinched at the bass in his voice. You’ve never seen him this upset, never heard him even raise his voice - even to his father who drinks all day and lays on the floor like an old croon.

He nudges you and you look at him with confusion. He gives you a smile, it’s faint and not as sunny as the one he usually wears and he nudges at the hairpin in your hand. You jump and hand it to him, and he wordlessly pays for it. The woman with shaky hands packages it in a box and in a blink of an eye, you are briskly taken away from the stalls and stands, and find yourself on the forest path back to the Flame Estate.

“Ah, Kyojuro - could u please slow down, I have something to say.” He stops and looks at you, you can almost see the question mark above his head. Shuffling your feet, clearing your throat, pointing at the box he has under his arm, it junted awkwardly under his elbow. He took in your line of sight and did a little jump at how he had managed to forget the whole reason he took to the marketplace. Before he could present with you with his gift you interrupted him -

“Kyojuro, about what you said to that woman - did you really mean that?” He turns his head to the side and blinks,

“About people being treated equally? Of course, I meant that.” You sigh and rub your forehead and groan a little. You hate admitting these things, you can feel your ears warming already.

“No - not about that, about,” you pause and look to the side. Kyojuro is thankful that the moon is full and out, he can see the bashfulness in your face as you admit to what you meant.

You flush so prettily when you are embarrassed, like a maiden.

“Did you mean it when…w-when you called me lovely?” You look at him and he fights the pink in his cheeks as he tries to keep his voice even.

“Yes. You are...you are more than lovely. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I think the gods made you define what true beauty is.” He says it so earnestly, that you know he means it. He means it like a promise he makes to someone whose life he will protect. It’s amazing how with a single word he banishes your fears and worries. It leaves you breathless and wanting to laugh until your sides rip apart.

That’s what loving Rengoku Kyojuro is like. Never want to stop loving him, you’d wait and pick him in every lifetime; every time you are reborn, you will always love him.

You promised that deep down inside to yourself.

Still, the question remains,

“Okay then, another question. Why haven’t we been intimate? It’s been a year already.” You ask and you almost squawk out a laugh when you see your ever fearless Kyojuro turns red and clutches the collar of his yukata, steam rising from his head.

“Why would you ask that! Do you want to?” He shouts and you can hear birds squawking from their nests in the trees. He’s closer to you now, hands on your shoulders shaking you while the box lands on the path between you two. You blink, you can hear the blip, blip of your eyelids as you nod your head; your teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at how he loses composure around you.

“It’s only natural, we are both young ya know, and you are so very handsome Kyojuro. Any girl would dream about you.” You tease and you snicker at how he blushes like a maiden, letting you go for a moment only to cover his face with his hand as he averts his gaze.

“Why are you even bringing that up right now? It's totally indecent to bring that up without being in the sanity of our own room! Besides, we aren't even married!” He tells you, hiding his flush behind his words and you raise your eyebrow at him. Pulling him closer you take him his blush, the aversion of his eyes, and how his chest rises and falls before asking -

“Kyojuro, are you a virgin?” The silence is tense and you feel him go into shock, trying to process what it is you had asked him. He doesn’t respond, instead of turning away from you stiffly.

“Wait, wait!” You call as he begins to walk away, trembling with each step, “It’s okay! I am too!” You swear he turns to stone, the turning of his head makes a creaking sound and you try to stifle your laugh at how intense his expressions are.

“It’s okay, I just wanted to know why we haven’t done anything yet. It’s okay if you aren’t ready for us to be together in that way yet.” You tell him, getting closer to him, and bringing your hand to him with a gentle smile. Squeezing his hand, you pick up the box he has dropped and go back to him, handing it back to Kyojuro.

“Is it..is it odd that I haven’t been intimate yet, with anyone?” He asked and you looked at him softly, adoration in your eyes.

“It is, I don’t mind in the slightest. I’m ready to go at your pace, we can do it together, yeah?” You reassure and he nods, eyes looking ahead. You two walk further up the road, and you can see the silhouette of the estate in the distance.

“If I wanted to do something tonight, would you want to do it?” He asked you suddenly when the blanket of comfortable silence is broken and you tilt your head in thought.

“Do you mean right now? Or in the estate?” You ask, bumping your shoulder to his arm and you see him blush as he turns to the side.

“Outside. Right here, in the bushes.” He pauses when he meets your wide-eyed stare. Quickly going to explain himself he starts, hands shaking as he rushes to explain,

“Tengen talks about his escapades often! It’s led me to...have thoughts about you. About us, specifically.” He explains, face red as the tips of his hair and you almost want to coo at how cute he is this way.

“Do you want to talk about these thoughts? Maybe we can make some of them reality.” You’re teasing but you freeze when he says - “Okay.” Looking at him you shudder when you gaze into his eyes and feel your hair stand on end when feeling the heat in his eyes. His hand comes to yours and squeezes it. There’s something in the air now, a tense and a headiness and it makes your stomach feel fluttery. You nod and you let him tug you off the path and into the forests.

The trees conceal you two from the path and the world feels like just you and him. He gently sets down the box and you bring yourself closer to him, hands cupping his face in your palms. He sighs contently, eyes closing and his own hands come to rest over yours. He’s so warm, buzzing under your fingertips and you lean up and in; he smells like cypress oil and flames. His eyes open and you find yourself staring into a sea of color.

“Can I kiss you?” You nod and almost sigh when he comes in close and presses his lips to yours. It's tentative and soft, almost hesitant - his lips were soft and it buzzes against yours. You adjust yourself, leaning a bit further up and you gently swipe your tongue at his bottom lip. Kyujuro makes a half sigh half whine at the feeling, mouth letting your tongue slip inside. Tongue brushing against his, Kyojuro leans back til his back meets the thick wood of the tree, your tongue stays in his mouth, licking his teeth and taking his tongue in your suckling mouth. He parts and pants, sticky lines of spit connecting you together and he swallows at how hot his mouth feels.

You press kiss after kiss to his puffy lips - teeth nipping and tongue licking his mouth - it’s so hot, burning, and scalding he feels his brain melt throughout his ears and how sensual you are with him. Your lips are soft, like the silk of a kimono and he wants more and more, till his pants feel tighter and tighter. He moans when you pull away, his face feels hot and he closes his eyes from timidness when coo at him and press tacky kisses into his cheeks.

He turns his head to the side as your kisses go down, more teeth are involved and he feels your teeth nip at his throat, your tongue licks his skin and your mouth sucks marks in a path anyone could see.

“How far do you want to go tonight?” You ask into his skin, your thumb gently following the patterns of your marks as they bloom like sakura petals - the last remnant of spring as summer blooms in between the bodies of you and him. He makes a simmering wine before admitting “I don’t want to go inside - not yet. That needs to be special.” He says with reverence it makes your heart skip a beat. You giggle softly and nod, pressing a kiss to his chin. You move to get to your knee being cautious of your bad one until he calls to you softly.

“Here, use my haori to soften your knee.” He takes off his simple white haori. A part of you feels bad as he folds it and crotches to lay it on the dirt beneath you. The other part of you feels giddy at the witness of your first night of intimacy with the man you love.

“Can I take your clothes off?” You ask, hands resting on his stomach, right above the band of his hakama pants, the pads of your fingers can feel the defined crevices of the muscles in his abdomen and you shudder at the prospect of seeing him bare, hot and heavy. He nods under your gentle question, watching your hands as they undo his clothes, the air feels humidifier, stickier against his skin that was protected by the fabric around his skin.

Your hands caress his thighs and he jumps - your touch is hot, it leaves charcoal marks in your wake and he finds himself thinking “is this what the demons that met with his blade faced against?” No wonder none of them survived, he can barely stand these flames that will surely be the death of him. You’ve lowered yourself and he can count the lashes of your lower lashline, your hands have gone to his crotch, gentle brushing over the part of him that hasn’t been seen by anyone, in this way.

His cock is free, he feels embarrassed by how easy it was for him to harden by just your tongue and the look in your eyes as you touched him. He watches as you take him your hand - the thickness makes it look dainty. Your fingers barely connect, it’s tanner than the rest of him, the thick head leaking clear pre that makes you drool. Closing your hand around it, you start to pump at his cock and it makes him whine - it’s tight and warm; your hand is softer than he ever was.

He thinks that’s all you do, your fist pulling every moan and sigh from his lips, his eyes shutting closed as he focuses the pleasure you took from him. He didn’t think it could get any better until he felt something unbearably hot at the tip his cock - there past the fiery red and yellow bush of public hair, down the girth of his cock and at the head of his cock wwer your lips, pressing a faint kiss to the leaking slit. You looked lovely on your knees, eyes wide and eager and sweet ; looking to please him, to love him with your tongue and mouth and throat, it made his knees buckle as his hand came to the back of your head to steady himself. You could see veins appear all over his body, making pathways along the width of his arms, neck and hips.

You didn’t plan to do anymore. Just kiss and suckle faintly at the sensitive head until the hand that settled at your head pushed you forward; a high pitched gag and squeal left you as he groaned in tandem, strong hand riddled with veins as he began to pull you back and forth along his cock. The corners of your mouth felt sore, and the back of your throat stung but you felt your thighs press closer as you kept your eyes on his flushed face, eyes taking the sweat of his noble brow. Kyojuro was such a well bred man, it’s almost tantalizing to see him be reduced to a beast who uses you for his pleasure.

You’re lucky no one is on the read, the wet smack of his balls hitting your chin as he uses you like a toy would be a dead give away what you’ve let yourself be used for. Your fingers dig into the tan of his thighs, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake and purple bruises that he’ll be sure to flush as he looks at.

“You’re so good to me…I can’t wait to marry you..I want to do this all the time.” The praise makes you dizzy and you hum when he says something about marriage, your muddled brain can only take in so much right now but you whine when you think about being like this with him more. You don’t think you can go back to the chaste kisses and hugs anymore - you want this, his cock to the back of your throat, him pushing you down and down until his sack rests on your tongue as you mouth at the silky skin.

You want him on his knees for you, you him to be above you, to feel the thickness of his cock in between your lips to be in cunt - filling you up until he’s spent only to fill you with the promise of his children long after he is gone. You want him as the moon wants the tide, you need him so bad you’ll wither and die without him.

With a final suckle at his balls - he had pushed you down in between sweet praises, his cock rests along your face, it spurts thick, white cream that drips into your mouth as you pull away from his sack. It’s filthy how you keep your tongue to catch any drops as you pull away but it still makes his heart skip a beat when he sees your adoring smile.

He doesn’t think he can go in this world without you, he’s going to want you like how you want him for all his mortal life, and in the next one too he thinks. Rengoku Kyojuro is sure of it. He drags a hand down his face as he watches you clean up after yourself, pretty pink tongue catching what it can but you wipe unsuccessfully at the cream on your face. Tucking himself back into his clothes, he bends down and gathers his haori off the ground. Taking the sleeve, he calls fo you and takes your chin by his fingertips,

“Here you are my love,” he speaks to you gently, wiping away any of the remnants he left on your sweet face - it’s sweet to him, the smiles you give him and the affection in your gaze always seems sweet to him. You give him the same smile when he helps you to your feet, letting you lean on him as your legs feel shaky after being on your knees for so long.

It feels nice, this, he can’t help but think and he wonders if you are thinking the same thing - there are hearts coming out of your head and you keep gazing at him lovesick and honey sticky. He wants you to keep looking at him like that, he realizes as he goes to kiss your cheek when you near the gates of the Flame Estate.

He really can’t wait to marry the loveliest woman he'd ever met.

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