#he doesn't know his jewelry is about to kick his ass again

[maxmorkson]

I tried to emulate a vogue cover because the pose was so appropriate for it, but Vogue's typography is unhinged actually and there doesn't seem to be a consistent rule sooooo...

[raine-degenerate]

Ghost x civilian! reader

Drabble??? Head cannon?? Nobody has corrected me yet ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

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Nobody really knows how you two found each other. Was it at a bar, airport, work? Doesn't matter. He found you.

He became completely infatuated with you the second you started talking. Your voice sounded like angels to him.

Ghost was nervous to even consider starting a relationship. He thought about how difficult it would be when he was off on missions. But he was willing to take a risk.

When ghost is off on missions, the only thing on his mind is staying alive for your sake. He knew that if he were to get gravely injured you would become completely broken.

Not even a month into dating, he moved in. It would just be easier to keep all his stuff at your place, plus he wouldn't need to live in hotel rooms or on base anymore.

Every time he comes home, the first thing he does is take a hot shower, then a nice cuddle with you. Sometimes if it was an especially rough time he'll just hug you first thing, and you two will stand there for hours, wrapped up in each other's arms.

The days that he's home, he's attached to your hip or at your every beck and call.

You two don't go out much, but when you do he's always holding your hand, or arm around your shoulders or waist.

Will take you on shopping trips (no matter how much you say you don't need anything). If you don't want anything but still go, he'll buy you a nice piece of jewelry.

On days that he's leaving, he knows it's hard for you. It's hard for him to, he'll hold you for hours, comfort you. Tell you that everything will be okay. Wiping your tears with his thumb and kissing you gently.

When he's just on base, he'll text you at least one an hour. A series of "are you okay?" "How are you holding up"

He gave you everyone's phone number, just in case. But it more turned into soap gaz texting you that ghost won't shut up about how good you are for him.

Soap will send you stupid videos of all of them playing bored games, ghost kicking their asses.

As a surprise, ghost will send flowers to your work place and home when he's out for a long time. Always send you hand writing notes and declarations of love.

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[baddiewiththebook]

Over the Years | e.m x reader | p. 5

-> The origin story of Eddie Munson, and how he fell in love with the worst person he possibly could - his best friend.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language, suggestive themes, smut [18+]

a/n -> This chapter goes along with the next. As promised, the second part will come out within the hour of this one being posted.

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September 1982

“I hate boys.”

You let yourself into the Munson household by using the spare key "hidden" underneath the 'Welcome' mat on their front porch. It's become a little habit of yours to barge into their home.

Wayne sits on the couch with the television on far too loud for anyone with a normal hearing range. Unfortunately for him, Eddie has left him nearly deaf with all of that noise coming from his room. It would have been a quiet evening by himself with Eddie out at band practice, but Wayne should know better by now that you'll show up like you live here.

When you plop down next to Wayne, he doesn't hesitate to offer the plate of food he's just dished up for himself. He wrestles with his age to get off the couch, then walks through the kitchen to find a new plate.

“Thanks,” you chew through a dry biscuit. Wayne says he likes the outside crispy, but you’re sure that he will be down to nothing but gums when these rocks break his teeth off soon.

Wayne rounds the kitchen island with a brand new plate of food for himself, and an extra napkin for you to hold under your chin. Although he knows very little about clothes, he can see the shine still on that new blouse of yours. He would hate to see you ruin it with some gravy and a bucket of fried chicken.

Wayne sits down again next to you, “Eddie isn’t here.”

You sniffle over the pile of mashed potatoes, “I know.”

Dressed up like you’ve got somewhere to go and you have no one to take you there, Wayne can make a guess of why you might be here.

“What happened?” Wayne nudges you.

You’ve got on the nicest pair of pants you own with a bright blue top and a pair of kitten heels. You’ve taken your mother’s jewelry, which Wayne is sure she’s not pleased about.

“Isn’t that your mom’s necklace?” Wayne asks dumbly.

You cross your arms. “Rodney ditched me.”

“Who?”

Kids these days and their drama. Wayne can hardly keep up with Eddie, and now he’s got you here crying on his couch. You’re hardly a bother anymore. It’s more bizarre when you’re not here eating his food, watching his television and napping on his couch.

“Rodney said we’d go out Friday at seven,” you tell Wayne. “It’s Friday. It’s eight. No Rodney.”

Wayne could not imagine disrespecting a young woman like that. You've got to be out of your mind if you think making a promise like that can just be tossed out of a window.

“I’m sorry, kiddo,” he pats your knee. “Want me to kick his ass?”

Wayne’s become a father figure to you in a way, since you don't have one. Your mom refuses to tell you anything about the man that got her knocked up. That's a direct quote from what she says. You're not being rude.

“No,” you let a soft laugh sneak past your sorrowed heart.

Wayne's television hums. You watch the wheel spin onto one hundred dollars, and the contestant cheers as she gets to guess another letter.

“Brook Shields,” you guess the answer.

Wayne cocks his head at you, “how did you get that so fast?”

You shrug, “I’ve seen Endless Love.”

“Endless- what?”

“Keep up old man,” you joke.

Wayne grunts, “not you too. I get enough of that shit from Eddie.”

You sit with Wayne that evening with dry eyes, except for the occasional tear falling from laughing a bit too hard at his bewildered expression when you fill in nearly all of the answers to the game show he loves so much.

“What are you going to do with that brain of yours?” Wayne asks as the program nears the end, and the screen begins to dim.

You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know.”

“You’ll go to college though, won’t you?”

“I can hardly afford groceries,” you reply.

It is an honest answer. Your mom is out of a job, aside from her new night time prowling. She tries to sneak out while you’re tucked into your blankets in your bed. It doesn’t always pan out that way. You’ve heard the heels clicking in the kitchen, before she leaves into the night time.

She’s back before you wake up. And, she’ll take you off to school before she goes to bed for most of the morning. You can only assume this by the way she’s dressed in pajamas without any makeup when you come home.

Wayne watches from afar. Your mom has been stepping back in their friendship recently, and he wonders if everything is okay at home. When he does catch glimpses of her through the living room window, she's a bit gray and a bit dull. Her usual cherry cheeks are sunken. Her eyes are swollen. Her clothes are scandalous in her own definition.

A flood of headlights break through the blinds in the Munson trailer. If the lights aren’t enough to warn you that Eddie is about to plow through his front door, then the absolute deafening sound of bass and guitar blasting through the speakers in his van would give you enough of an inclining.

Kicking his boots off in different directions outside the home, Eddie stamps out his cigarette on the porch railing, and he flicks the nub somewhere into the night.

Dancing his way into the trailer, Eddie first catches you sitting next to Wayne in a bright blue get-up. Isn’t it a bit much to be that done up for some boy? Yes, he knows about Rudolph. That silly little boy from one of your classes. He’s been following you around like he’s got a leash tethered around that funny little sweater vest he wears to school. Really? A sweater vest? It’s a bit pompous if you ask him.

Randy has got to be the most snot-nosed booger-eater that Eddie has had the misery of meeting. He’s got these judgy little eyes that squint in Eddie’s direction any time you hang around him at lunch. Not to mention how bushy his eyebrows are. If you like caterpillars that much, Eddie can find you one around the trailer park that you’ll like much more than - what’s-his-name.

“How was your date?” Eddie hesitates to hold back to venom corroding his teeth. It’s silly to be jealous of some guy. Eventually you would be with someone, and Eddie would find his someone. It’s just strange to not have you at band practice. You haven’t missed a single one - well, now you have.

Your face falls at the mention of Rodney.

In the past few hours, you forgot about the ache in your chest that Rodney never showed at your front door. The absent sore on your heart reopens. Your throat closes a bit.

There was a pinch of hope that you held onto that he might show up with a reasonable excuse. Or, he’ll at least be bold enough to show up and to beg for a second chance. With the time approaching midnight, the odds are withering away into nothing.

“Good,” you fib.

Naively, you lie to Eddie.

“How was practice?” You ask secondly.

A spark lit his bottom on fire and he was bounding about the trailer like a wild animal. Excitement radiates off of his skin.

“You won’t believe what happened tonight!” He yells a bit too loudly for old Wayne, who wiggles his pinky into his ear. “We got a call back from the Hideout! They want to see us perform!”

“That’s great, Eddie!”

“Congratulations, kid.”

Wayne has to stand and clap Eddie on the back to congratulate his nephew. The pair of them look to each other adoringly, before either of them remember that you’re still there on the couch.

“I should go,” you know how late it is, and your mother - er - she would be shivering in worry by now. Probably. “I’m really proud of you, Eddie. Can I come to the show?”

“There’s no way I can perform without my best girl,” he wraps you in a strong hug, “Tuesday at seven! I want both of you there!”

“You got it,” you punch his chest a bit awkwardly.

When you do leave, Eddie takes the spot you once sat in on the couch. He switches programs because whatever game show Wayne is watching is not to Eddie’s taste. Eddie prefers something that will make his skin crawl.

“Ed,” Wayne clears his throat, “I think we should talk.”

“Talk?”

Wayne stands in front of the television blocking Eddie from flicking to yet another channel.

“Your little friend got stood up on her date,” he teeters back and forth, unsure if you want Eddie knowing this. But, you’re his best friend as far as Wayne is concerned.

Eddie frowns, “what?”

“She’s been with me all evening,” Wayne sighs. “The poor girl is rattled. I mean- you know you cannot do that to a woman, right?”

Wayne begins to turn everything into a lesson. As he lectures Eddie, the lines of reality begin to blur. You’ve been stood up by this douche? Nothing gets past Eddie like that. The ridges of his knuckles turn whiter than snow.

“Eddie,” Wayne scratches his forehead, “I need you to promise me that you’ll never treat a woman like that. You know better, right?”

Eddie hasn’t brought a girl by the house yet. It doesn’t occur to Wayne how horrible the people treat Eddie at school. He assumes it’s just a bit of play and a bit of teasing. Eddie can handle himself for the most part.

“Yeah,” Wayne snaps out of his head when Eddie finally speaks up, “I got it, Wayne.

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[Sep 1982 . . . again]

tags -> @leelei1980 @sheneedsrocknroll92 @jesuisbuginette @starrywhitenight @meetmeatyourworst

[miraculan-draws]

Not done with my Lean Mean Anders thoughts.

I just love the idea of anyone who knew him in Kinloch, or in Amaranthine, meeting him again in like Act 2/3 timeline. Like listen, to me this guy is tall. This dude is like 6'5. He was never gonna be like Bulky. He cannot put away the calories to pull that off. BUT. He's literally always walking. He is always fighting. Fighting shrieks and ogres and those genlocks with the crazy shields. Then bandits. And templars, just swarms of templars. You think this dude can't fight??? You think, once zapped by the church cops, that he just sits awaiting handcuffs?? NO!!

And I think in the Circle, at least at Kinloch, there's a lot of talk about how gaudy the clothes are—i think that has a lot to do with self expression and I think Anders was always the one to push the boundary—long haired, shimmery, jewelry when he could get it etc. He has some of that vibe in Awakening too.

Da2, he doesn't need to hide in his frills. And he's like. 35 with a full time job(s), he is stylish but practical. Home haircut bisexual bob. Uneven as hell. Lean and mean. Without floor length robes you can tell he is like 75 percent legs. Ass-kicking boots. Covered in scars from adventuring. Constant 5oclock shadow

I just WANT. Like. The commander to see him. Or NATHANIEL to see him. (Un-Tranquiled Karl AU, Karl would straight up not recognize him for a split second. "You were late...because you were being a gray warden?? ") And not in the overdone "oh he's losing it he's a monster" way, I mean in a "oh my god he's so sexy. Is that a gray hair. He's so sexy" kind of way. Justice was good for Anders in that he looks amazing. Hawke and Isabela know this.

[silviakundera]

Underrated aspect of A Journey to Love is how the ensemble's perspective is being widened & complicated by their experiences. Intro talks about a war that just ended between An and Wu. An are assholes, going around kicking everyone's ass for $$

First the spy squad from Wu country just want to complete 1 stupid doomed mission, in order to clear their sworn brothers' names who fell in the final battle. No real agenda or deep thoughts besides this personal obligation and Employee Following Orders. Avengers assemble! Our FL Ren Ruyi is on the run and was a Scarlet Guard spy member from enemy country An who are holding the Wu emperor hostage... but the Wu spy chief ML does only a spot of mild torture and basically tolerates this secret because (a) he's determined to retire and (b) she is retired (c) her identity doesn't match any know big enemy of his spy org and the state. But he doesn't want her around.

... record scratch: He compromises. Ok. I do want her around. I won't get attached but ok, she's helpful. I'll even trust her to mentor the princess as we travel to rescue the Wu emperor.

She is only a tutor, though! Won't get her involved in his country's buisness.

Yet then she joins a battle and risks her life to save a bunch of theirs. Ok, ML widens his POV again. She can be their partner!

Everyone loves the mysterious friendly & feral assassin.

Then the squad finds out her identity and tries to kill her. His defense of her inclusion in the group has expanded: (a) her identity doesn't match any known enemy of his spy org and the Wu state, (b) she saved our lives, and crucially (c) she Isn't Born in An Country [isn't truly An] + (d) she was working at the command of her superiors just like we do, a cog in the war machine, and also only killed shitty members of our spy org we don't like

Ok. Now she's on the team. ML & FL are dating now and all the kids ship it. There is 1 (one) Scarlet Guard enemy county spy they accept and support.

But at the same time, she's begun to care about them in return. And we're really IN IT now.

Let's mentor the princess and throw shade on the Wu emperor, considering how our actions matter & how powerful people affect the average person. Caring for the citizens of Wu. They deserve better than their ruling class.

Being generally supportive & respectful of Ren Ruyi's love for the fallen An empress and RR's quest to avenge her.

The Wu delegation willing to (tentatively) ally with RR's former disciple, a marquis of An.

An marquis revealed to have gone against orders to respectfully bury the bodies of their Wu soldier friends, because in his view all loyal soliders deserve it.

The Wu delegation digging up the bodies of their dead friends, to give them a final send off, and mastering their grief to wrench it back from turning into hatred of the An people - focusing their rage and hate on selish & war hungry leaders, not the soliders and generals ordered to fight.

The focus of their resentment now turned to the right direction, expands their thinking & their plotting to have a consideratiom for all the residents of An and Wu, a care for humankind. An citizens are no longer the automatic enemy. ML tells the emperor of Wu to go fuck himself, directly to his face.

Caring about injustice done to some Scarlet Guards and wanting to save active !! "innocent" Scarlet Guard lives. (So far from the starting point! No background check to validate that X, Y, Z don't apply to these people. No rejection of the ML by the delegation or threats for daring to care about a random Scarlet Guard's life or death.) I sure hope the An emperor pays big for being bad at his job, but we gotta be careful about how we deal with him and not mess up An for the nice jewelry makers & brothel workers who live there.

"Having compassion doesn't mean irresolute."

[lisannastraussisanangel]

Do you have any freed hcs? This man has a chokehold on my and I would love to hear your thoughts

Freed is actually one of my favorite characters. (#3 if we wanna get specific) So I have many thoughts on that little nerd

He collects everything. Books, figurines, jewelry, bones, fancy rocks, you name it. Man has crow tendencies

Freed is not scared of anyone. Not even Mira who kicked his ass harder than it's ever been kicked before

He has a very strict moral code. Unfortunately no one can tell what that code is (Besides honorable which is well known)

While he's usually pretty quiet, if you get him going, Freed with rant for literal hours about anything

Makarov is really fond of him. Freed is usually pretty well behaved

Tho he has been known to join a guild brawl every now and again

Freed almost always holds back his power. He isn't into causing unnecessary harm and will usually try to outsmart his opponent instead

He uses really big words just to fuck with people. Sometimes they aren't even real words. He just makes stuff up

Speaking of that, if Freed doesn't know the answer to something. He just lies. No one questions him

Freed really likes telling his team a 'fun fact' that is just pure bullshit and then laughing when they try to flex their knowledge

[vampireterzo]

Kinktober Days 2+3: Tail Play + Gloves/Leather.

Pairing: Dewdrop/Aurora

Contains: Bondage, Impact Play (implied), Dacryphilla

Summary: Aurora ties Dew up and makes him cry.

(Again, using the Ghostober prompts by @kroas-adtam.)

Read under the cut or on ao3!

"You’re so pretty when you cry, Dewy.” Aurora purrs, breath tickling the fine hairs at the nape of his neck.

Dewdrop doesn’t even realize that’s he’s been crying, molten tears dribbling down his sharp cheeks. Pooling in the pink silk of the frilly pillow lining Aurora’s bed.

He is, for a lack of a better word, in a bind. Face down, ass up, tied up tight with a pretty little bow. Hands bound behind his back, gag in his mouth. Completely and totally at the mercy of the small ghoulette behind him.

His ass is burning red, bruised and littered with crimson marks. The offending instrument lies between Aurora’s legs where she kneels behind him, a sleek leather riding crop with a chrome handle. The leather tip leaves lovely little heart shaped welts in pretty pale skin.

Aurora’s gloved hands glide smooth down his heated back, tracing mindless patterns over his welted skin. Her plush lips press sweet kisses to the spade of his tail, forked tongue tugging at the jewelry there

Aurora shifts to lean against his left hip, hips straddling his leg. Her riding crop rolls with the shift, coming to a stop near his foot. Dew whines with it, toes curling. Catching on the shiny leather of Aurora’s boot.

She chuffs, a warning, teeth grazing the delicate membranes at the end of his tails. Dewdrop stills.

Lithe fingers glide up the length of the back of his thigh, up over the slight curve of his ass. She drags a gentle finger over Dew’s hole and it takes everything in him not to squirm. His dick hangs heavy between his pale thighs, angry red and dripping.

She hasn’t touched his aching cock at all, but it’s a miracle he hasn’t come yet, she’s been on him for hours. Something about putting one of her favorite sweaters in the dryer, or maybe something else. He can’t remember. Only that he’s being punished and that he *deserves* it.

“You want it, puppy?” Aurora hums, voice breaking his temporary trance, cheshire grin painted across her face. “Want it so bad, hmm?”

Dewdrop whines, tail twisting in her grip. He squirms, cock bobbing between his legs, knees sliding out from underneath him.

She turns her head, kissing down his tail. Laves her tongue over the short fur at the base. He writhes under her attention, eyes shut tight. Drool drips from the corners of his mouth, bubbling around the gag against his lips with every stuttered breath he takes.

The grip on his tail loosens, the appendage falling limp beside him. Aurora let’s lets out an evil little laugh.

“Are you tired, droplet?” She asks, in-between kisses to his back and shoulders.

He opens his eyes to look at her, huffing around his gag, teeth grinding against the plastic.

“Aww, is somebody getting mad. Poor puppy.” She chides, giving a gentle tap to the ass with the tips of her fingers.

He jolts, eyes falling shut once more.

“There we go,” She smiles, sitting back up. "My sweet boy knows better, doesn't he?"

The leather of her gloves is cold against his dick, sudden. His yelp is muffled, spit dribbling down his chin. His hips jerk, either chasing the sensation or running away from it, he doesn't know anymore. He cries out, hands writhing in their binds.

"What's wrong, Dewy?" Aurora coos. "Use your words, honey."

He shakes, thighs burning with the effort of staying upright. Her pace is unrelenting, mean. The slick leather against his heated skin is sweet agony, painful pleasure. He wants it to stop and wants to drown in it, altogether. HIs cock kicks and Aurora coos at him, determined to milk him dry. He whines, gurgling around his gag.

"You want to cum, puppy?" She whines, high-pitched and mocking. "Cum then, I'm not going to stop you this time."

He comes with a shout, wet and muffled. He writhes against her torturous grip, collapsing against the bed.

"Good boy, my sweet puppy." Aurora says, pressing kisses to his thighs. She's taken her gloves off.

The marks from the rope get massaged away, the bruises and welts covered in cream. A wet cloth is wiped gently against his back and belly. His tears are kissed away.

Whatever he did to deserve this, he thinks, he just might do it again.

[alectoperdita]

take care of yourself! but if you have the time, please tell me your thoughts on the last couple of 7th time loop eps.

Episode 6

Again, the Theodore-Mokuba connection is strong in my head for some reason. Mostly because Theodore seems desperate for his brother's acknowledgment and respect.

Also I love that Rishe just escaped capture within like minutes. Arnold wasn't even worried about her safety. He knows his wifey is super competent! Hahah. What a boss! I love that image of Jou breaking free to give a lecture, "yo, this is how you properly take someone prisoner."

Lol, Arnold full-on warning her: "you cannot fix me."

Okay, yeah, there's that brand of fucked up trust/codependency/misplaced self-sacrifice I can see between the Kaiba brothers.

Also the way she collapsed 👀. I feel like that may have been an indicator of a pivotal moment/relationship changed?

Yoooo how could I (and Rishe) forget about the kiss from the previous episode???

Episode 7

Ooooo she had a room prepared specifically for him at the villa! She wants to keep the same residence as him. 🥰🥰🥰

I can't believe it's only been three weeks in storytime with everything that's happened.

Yes! They're finally sparring! Haha I love the handicap equipment they're wearing for this duel. I know it's to demonstrate how hardcore the training can get, but the aesthetic is also very on point.

Also this dude, getting jealous over himself again. We love to see this. He just wants to monopolize all of Rishe's attention and focus on him. Also adore the fact that she's basically reenacting the duel to her last death.

Omg omg, scar touching! SCAR TOUCHING! The intimacy! Thank you I am eating well just on that one bit. And girl, baring your collarbone like that. You are testing him.

OF COURSE SHE CROSSDRESSES TO START KNIGHT TRAINING. Brilliant. Five stars. I'm already going feral over the idea. Especially if this allows her to go into the battlefield alongside him. Can you imagine her fighting on his side this time??? (Hopefully not for the intention of world conquest or whatever this time). But girl's gonna be one fierce knight/honor guard and no one will touch her liege. 🔪🔪🔪🔪 Truly this speaks to my Tortall loving ass. 😭😭😭

Episode 8

Also Theodore is being such a troll. He's getting a kick out of the idea of knowing a secret that his brother doesn't yet know about. I love the little gremlin.

"I must give your maid my highest praise." Translation, you look really pretty today.

Rishe is so smart, yet so dense. We love her. This is clearly a date, hehe. The man is playing hooky from work to take you out on the town and buy you pretty jewelry (and maybe test the extent of your wide and varied knowledge).

OMGGGG IT'S RING SHOPPING!!!!

Hahaha and he gets her to accept by framing the extravagant purchase as a way to inject funds into the local economy.

Omg yesss, get a stone that matches the color of his eyes!!!!

"I JUST THINK THE COLOR IS PRETTY!" She protests. I'm dying over here.

(Also think of Jou in a similar scene 🥰)

He admitted to wanting to give her a ring because he's feeling possessive. And he gets soooo jealous when Kyle compliments her.

Episode 9

Oooo another one of Rishe's relationships from a past life.

Omg, what is with this scene with Michel force-feeding the medicine to Kyle and then making him explain it? I feel like I'm intruding on someone's specific and private kink play/scene. 🤣

Ahhh!!! Arnold gave her his pocket watch!!

We get some politics in this episode. It's so interesting to see all the little disparate pieces come together and present the picture of how Arnold may move against the nations of the world later. Because Kyle has just exposed a crippling weakness in his nation's prosperity. Any power-mongering nation would come to the same conclusion that Arnold presents at the end of the conversation.

Love the image of Arnold's eyes glowing like that. We love to see him play to his sinister image too.

Episode 10

The way I fucking cackled when Arnold showed up to knight candidates training.

"He's letting me get away with it! Yay!" Next scene: angry kabedon!

No reason Arnold can't have his wife and his knight side-piece. HAHAHAHA. I'm dying imagining the rumors already.

Oh... black powder must be gun powder... Michel wants to use it to rock the very foundations of the world...

Ahhh I love that Theodore has his little intelligence network.

So that's Michel's damage.

I like that not everyone Rishe has met or had relationships with is a net good or bad person, and that she doesn't write them off forever. Maybe in that given life she didn't have the knowledge or leverage to affect them, but she can try again in different lives if they meet again. I like the tenacity of her character.

[poppy-metal]

Demure

Wc: 4k

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink

you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.

you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.

you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"

it intrigue you, for some reason.

you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"

you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"

he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"

you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"

he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"

i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"

he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"

you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"

you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"

he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."

"EREN JAEGER!!!"

yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.

You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies. 

the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…

you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.

you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.

you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you. 

“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green. 

“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”

“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though” 

because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully. 

“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs. 

“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be. 

“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better. 

he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him” 

you squint your eyes, “and why not?”

“because i said so” 

“you’re not my boss” 

“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you” 

your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?

It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?” 

you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from. 

erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?” 

your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him. 

he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.” 

“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it” 

“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy” 

and that’s that. 

you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched. 

you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.

you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing. 

being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest. 

your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar. 

college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?

he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you. 

your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.

when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip” 

pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore” 

“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial” 

the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar” 

“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?” 

you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”

“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been” 

before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me” 

you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”

“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”

cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in. 

you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.

to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool” 

the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties” 

you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?” 

he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”

you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look” 

he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it. 

he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?” 

you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”

the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable” 

“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years. 

“so no current boyfriend or…?” 

“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now. 

“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now” 

you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.

you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren. 

“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.

eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you. 

“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?” 

you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did” 

“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.

you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. “you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?” 

you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been” 

his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”

baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses” 

you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.

“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”

you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”

“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary” 

you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.

you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.

erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief. 

you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.

erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you” 

you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.

you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”

you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway. 

he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.

“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him. 

you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes” 

“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy” 

his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”

“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”

ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”

“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?” 

eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”

“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out. 

“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”

“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down. 

he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek. 

you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed” 

you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”

eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno” 

[uchihashisuii]

So how much can I bribe you to write something for Shisui with a housewife reader? 👀

bribe me with vague flirtation in the tags nd I'll write whatever u want bestie okay I've said it before and I'll say it again my feminism gets thrown RIGHT out the window when it comes to my faves like yes baby I'll stay home all day and take SUCH good care of u for the low low price of bein your personal hole ykwim

anyway have some sweet and spicy headcanons when you're married to our lovely boy ~

fem!reader

nsfw ahead

content warning for spanking + cockwarming

requests are open!

being married to shisui is easy. it's comfort and familiarity; the pair of you fitting together like pieces of a puzzle

sure, he leaves weapons scattered around the house and forgets to close the cupboards sometimes

and there was that one time he tried to cook dinner on your birthday which ended with a, frankly, impressive display of setting the stove on fire

even so - it's home, filled with laughter and love

he does his utmost to provide, to care for you and ensure you want for nothing

he spoils you, quite a bit. bigger things, like jewelry; he'll always remember when you mention you like or want something.

smaller things, as well, that still make your heart swell with affection. he brings home your favourite take-out for dinner, surprises you with flowers. when you ask what the occasion is, he only smiles and says it's for loving him

the walls are full of memories. scattered photos of the pair of you alongside family and friends, which you often find yourself staring at, especially during the long days he's out on a mission

itachi keeps you company, sometimes. he exchanges stories with you, of a rambunctious youth and an earnest, crooked smile

shisui always looks forward to coming home after a mission. he knows you'll be there to greet him with a smile and a kiss, and god but he loves you

you're his anchor, his best friend. you've transformed four walls and a wooden floor into a sanctuary, with only your presence

nsfw ahead ~

there's hardly a surface in your home that hasn't seen you bent over it

the kitchen counter is a popular one. he likes watching you bustle around, humming a song. the way your back arches when you reach for something on a high shelf makes him groan, and he just can't help himself

there's a certain frilly little black apron -reminiscent of a maid's uniform- that he bought for you. it drives him insane; you're so sweet and cute that he can't help but want to ruin you

especially when you wear nothing beneath it

his hands slip over the fabric when he pulls you into his lap, and you can feel his cock twitch

he bends you over his knees, fingers teasing at your folds and spanking your ass til you beg for him to ease the pressure in your wet cunt

he makes you wait for it. until your cheeks are red and his pants are soaked from your essence

fingers you and rubs your clit, praising you for taking it so well, you're so patient, sweet girl

when he comes home from particularly difficult missions, all he wants is to be inside you.

maybe you're tidying up the place, maybe you're just laying on the couch. shisui kicks the door closed and beelines for you

he bends you over the nearest surface, ripping your panties and promising in a thick voice that he'll buy you new ones

he slams into you desperately. in the moment, he doesn't care about your pleasure. he just wants to be buried inside, fucking you hard and fast until tears spill down your face from how good and full you feel, how his thick cock splits you open

honestly, secretly, he just wants to use you as a cocksleeve. and you ache to be used, don't you, you wicked little thing?

he'll always respect your limits, but you're only too eager to surrender to his control, and his slow, delicious torture as he uses you as his personal cock warmer

he perches you on his lap, your back to his chest. your pussy is filled with his hard cock, but he doesn't move. doesn't thrust, doesn't fuck you. he's content to just bask in the feeling of your tight, wet heat

you wiggle in his lap, clenching your inner walls around his shaft. but he only chuckles, deep in his chest

he loves having you wrapped around his cock. while he's busy reading an important report, or penning a message to the hokage or the uchiha, or doing nothing at all

he'll curve his hand over your neck and make you arch back against him, his mouth on your shoulder

you shudder in his arms but he only holds you firm against him

this isn't about you, after all

you belong to him, completely. that's why you married him

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╰┈➤ soobin --- it finally happened and you couldn't be happier. you were waiting for this moment since you first got the job. especially since you worked your ass off in that place day and night, picking up the slack that your coworkers left for you. you were excited that all of that work didn't go to waste and that your boss finally saw the value you held at the company. when you finally came home you just wanted to do a happy dance across the kitchen floor. a $25,000 raise and a promotion was enough to make you dance like no one was watching. except, someone was watching and it was your beloved husband soobin, who was currently cooking and smirking a little at how giddy you looked. "someone's excited?", he spoke, stirring the food in the pot. you turned to hang your coat on the coat rack trying to hold back how much you wanted to just run around the house. "I have good news baby". he fetches the seasonings across from him. "what is it?". you exhaled, "remember when I'd come home complaining about work and how lazy my coworkers are and how they never do anything?". soobin nods and hums. "mhm?". your heart started to pound. "well.. I don't have to do that anymore because i finally got a raise and a promotion! And I'm making more money than them now. I even get to manage several locations I'm so excited!". you were expecting a lot of reactions out of soobin, but one thing you weren't expecting was for him to go completely cold after that sentence. he didn't smile or jump around with you. he just stood there and continued cooking as if you didn't say anything at all. "soobin?". he hums in response. "did you hear me? I just said I got a promotion and a raise". he nods his head. "yeah I heard you". you throw your hands down at your sides, getting pissed. "so? you're not going to be happy for me?". he leans his hands on the counter giving you a deathly stare. "you don't ever think before you take things? like honestly. how are you going to manage several locations that are much too far from the house? that position is too much". he said annoyingly. you couldn't believe he was being like this. "it's a position that's going to get me closer to the position I really want to be in. why are you turning this into something negative?". he continues stirring, "because it is. it's a dumb decision".

╰┈➤ yeonjun --- as soon as you guys started this type of relationship you agreed it would be a strictly friends with benefits type of deal. no romance or anything of that sort. just sex. good enough sex to satisfy you both throughout your stressors of life. you couldn't get enough of yeonjun and he couldn't get enough of you. he knew exactly how to handle you. but as yeonjun came and went from tour to tour around the world, you had kids. two of them. and it was getting difficult by the day caring for them by yourself and taking in all the finanical responsibility especially if their father was a pop star. yes, yeonjun was their father and you had yet to tell him. in order to cover things up you told him you were screwing around with one of your exes, which yeonjun didn't really care about since he was only with you just for the sex anyways. well, that's mainly what scared you. he didn't care about you or your life, just sex with you. it was the weekend just before yeonjun was scheduled to go on another tour again, and after another session with him he had fallen asleep beside you. money was getting tight and you were on the verge of almost losing your home due to caring for the kids. you decided that it was time he knew, so that he could at least help you. you shook him gently until his eyes fluttering open. "yeonjun? we need to talk". he rubs his eyes and yawns. "about?". you bit the sides of your tongue nervously. "i haven't been honest with you". you admitted, leaving yeonjun to immediately give you a heart wrenching stare that gave you goosebumps. that was another thing about yeonjun. he had a temper equivalent to a lion's roar. "what are you talking about?". you breathed. "those kids? that I told you were from my ex...they're not. they're yours. I had them while you were touring and I hid most of my pregnancy from you and I'm sorry. I'm struggling to raise them alone and I really need a father figure to help me with this". he immediately exhales and facepalms himself in distress. "why are you just now telling me this shit?". "I was scared of what you were going to say". "you don't just drop that on someone. especially while I'm in the midst of another tour-- i can't do this right now". he grabs his shirt and wrestles it over his head. "where are you going?". "I'm leaving. I have to deal with this when I'm ready to deal with it". he lifts himself off the bed and you panic when he walk towards the door. "yeonjun I'm telling you I need help I can't do this alone". he doesn't even look at you before he shuts the door behind himself. "I have to go".

╰┈➤ beomgyu --- "well I think this house is perfect for you both and I can't wait to see you two moving in it". you nodded at your realtor, doing the last walk around in the home you and beomgyu dreamt of having. you wished he could've been here, the moment you guys were finally going to pay the closing costs and settle things just before moving in. but unfortunately he told you that he had to work almost all day today and he wouldn't have the time. you thought this was kind of a special moment but you didn't want to make such a fuss about it. you instead did things on your own, pooling out your wallet to pay the money that would make you and beomgyu home owners. but once you unzipped your wallet you realized that every wad of cash that you held within it was gone. your stomach churned at the sight, not believing this was happening to you at this moment. you gave a nervous chuckle at your realtor, doing another search through your purse trying to figure out if it dropped in there perhaps. you could've sworn it was in your wallet beforehand. looking through your purse hadn't helped, you could only find a couple of old crumpled dollar bills. what was once the most happiest moment of your life quickly became the most embarrassing. and to make matters worse you recalled that beomgyu had been spending more than usual lately, thousands at a time in fact and claiming that it was for work. nothing made you more angry than being embarrassed like that in front of your realtor and possibly loosing the home, most of this anger is the anger that you unleashed on beomgyu as soon as he walked in the door that night. "so what the fuck gyu? what the fuck was that today?". he kicked his shoes off at the door tiredly. "what are you talking about?". he asks even though he knew already. he expected this to happen."you know that house that we already started buying? yeah the closing fee had to be paid today and you knew that. where did all that money go?! why the fuck are you spending so much money?! that was the house that we always wanted". "I didn't spend the money. I don't know what your problem is, blaming me when you're the one being irresponsible". "you're a liar! that closing money was in my wallet for weeks. now all of a sudden when I'm about to spend it it's gone. you have bad spending habits and lately they've gotten worse. where's the fucking money gyu?". he said nothing, just continued walking passed you and getting ready for bed like you weren't even there. he knew what he spent the money on. strippers and explicit services from different women. but that was the last thing he was going to tell you. you swallowed hard and continued speaking. your cheeks burned with fury. "and to top it all off you knew I wanted that house to be ours so we can build a family and start our life in it. why do you do fucked up shit and just not care?". he finally shifted his attention towards you, looking more mellow than anything else. "you need to calm down. alright? I didn't spend it. and if anything, we can find a house somewhere else. it isn't that serious and you need to stop blaming me for everything".

╰┈➤ taehyun --- it always got like this when taehyun was drunk. and taehyun drank pretty often. he wasn't a stranger to liquor and that's what made you most afraid when he got a hold of any. especially on a night like this. your job was having a banquet in celebration of your boss and you were required to attend. you bought a beautiful gown for yourself and of course a lot of expensive makeup and jewelry. you wanted to look your absolute best since almost every executive you could name would be there. but unfortunately taehyun was home, drinking and watching you get ready. he winced at the burning sensation of the liquor slithering down his throat. "where do you think you're going?". you could see him through your long mirror, looking like a drunken mess. his eyes were hazed and he didn't really look like himself. not the sweetheart taehyun that you once knew, the one that used his funny and romantic personality to reel you in the beginning. "I'm going to a banquet taehyun. it's for my boss and I can't be late". he swallows and takes another look at you. "you think you're going anywhere looking like that? what? are you planning on leaving me?". you should've. you should've left him a long time ago as soon as he started to show signs and you knew it. "It's a banquet taehyun. I have to look my best. I can't be looking crazy in front of everyone". he did that fake laugh that you hated. "stop being a liar. you think you're leaving me, and I'm not letting that happen". you shake your head. "don't start this. not tonight. I told you I have somewhere to be and I'm telling the truth. If I were leaving you I would've been gone already". he gives another throaty laugh before taking another swig of his drink. he was nothing like you thought he was when you first met him. "please. you would've been gone already? do you really think there's people out there that want you?". you snapped your head back at him in shock. "what?". "I said do you really think there's people out there that want you? you're lucky that you even have me. you haven't left me not because you don't want to, but because you can't". you clenched your jaw tightly in a fit of rage. "what?". he smirked. he liked whenever he hit a nerve with you. "you heard me. you made me like this. drinking all the time and shit. you drive me crazy. you see how much you've ruined me? you're a toxic piece of shit and no one else is going to put up with you".

╰┈➤ kai --- you both talked about this already. way before your relationship had even started heuning assured that he was completely fine with it. you had a son from your previous boyfriend and kai offered to care for him even though he wasn't exactly his. your son wasn't the problem but it was your ex that drove kai up a wall. he hated the way that your ex was still in love with you. he hated the way he looked at you. he hated the way he talked to you, sweet, and almost as if he was trying his absolute best to win your heart back. what you didn't know about kai was that his jealousy streak was far beyond anything you could ever imagine. so much that he wouldn't even be able to stomach the thought of you with someone else. or you having friends even, taking away the time you could've been spending with him. his jealousy went to unbearable lengths, most of which you haven't seen because he hid this trait from you. it was your son's third birthday, you were throwing a party from him in the backyard of your home. it was the cutest thing kai had ever saw and he wanted to just jump in the bouncy houses along with the kids. but instead, your boyfriend put his childlike traits away and steadily watched you and the father of your child talking across the yard. he couldn't tell what the conversation was about but he saw the man smiling. it didn't take much for kai to make assumptions and as of now he assumed he was flirting with you yet again. he approached the both of you, sliding his arm around your waist and kissing you on your cheek right in front of him. he could see the anger simmering in the man's eyes but kai didn't care. he does that smile that he does for everyone. the smile that made him look like an innocent child "baby I think jae had an accident in the bouncy house", kai informed you. you hurried to the child's aid just like he wanted, leaving him and the man alone. kai reaches into his back pocket and discreetly flicks up his blade, pushing it against the man's clothed stomach. the man's eyes grew large at the sudden threat. kai smirked at his fear. his smile faded and his eyes grew incredibly dark. "flirt with my fiancé again and I promise this blade will go straight through you".

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Unexpected Places (Pt. 04 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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Fit For a Princess

You're listening to the chattering between Aslaug and Helga, looking at pieces of jewelry at the market place. You say something every now and then, but you can't shake away Ivar's stare. On the last days, two weeks or so, he's right there, sitting across from you on every meal, eyes burning through you. Hvitserk said he's studying you, still expecting you to snap, to decide you had enough of all this and want to go back home. To Wessex, where your older brother now rules. And Ragnar already said he'd take you back if you wanted, so there's that.

But leaving Kattegat hasn't even crossed your mind, not before and not now. How could you trade all you have here, and slide back into the invisible chains you had on? It wouldn't be just stupid, it would be the death of you. You're finally understanding who you are, the things you like, the kind of people you like. In England, you had to play a specific role, because everything was political. Here, you're just who you are. And you do what you want to do. This is true freedom.

“I really like this one,” Helga says, as your eyes wander through the many rings, earrings, and necklaces. “I'd like those two as well.” She continues as you pace around, further away from both women, turning the corner and then walking to another store. The pieces they have here are all made of metal, delicately bent into beautiful shapes. You caress a bracelet with the tip of your fingers, wondering if it'd look good on you.

“Don't waste your time with these cheap things.” The voice, that you now recognize immediately, makes you turn around. Ivar comes from among the people, only stopping when he's standing next to you.

But despite his attention being on the jewelry, your eyes are on him. “You're tall.” It comes out suddenly, because he never stood beside you like this, so you couldn't have noticed.

“Well, you're tiny.” Ivar glances at you, playing with one of the rings. “Anyway, you shouldn't be looking at these things. They won't suit you very well.”

Giving the old man an apologetic look, you randomly pick a bracelet. You don't get why Ivar is being rude, but, judging by what Hvitserk had told you, his brother isn't one to hold back. He says what he thinks, it doesn't matter how mean it may sound to others. You're still trying to figure out if this level of brutal honesty is good or bad. “I really like this one.” Searching on the small bag attached to your dress, you take four coins, way more than what the bracelet is worth, handing it over to the man and putting the bracelet on. The silver color is beautiful, and the drawings carved on it remind you of the pattern you saw on one of the boats that brought you here.

Ivar rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, sighing. “You are such a kind princess.” Dropping the ring, he starts walking side by side with you when you set in motion through the market. You weren't expecting that.

“King Ecbert was king of Wessex. This isn't Wessex.”

“(Y/N)! Wait for us.” Aslaug calls and you stop, giving her a look and a nod before turning to face Ivar, who towers over you.

“Therefore, I'm not a princess anymore.” Shrugging your shoulders, you give him a small smile.

“That's a shame, isn't it?” He lowers his voice, leaning closer.

“Not really.” Shrugging your shoulders, you give a little step back, putting a strand of hair behind your ears before giving him a little wave, walking back to where both women are.

After they're done shopping, as you walk back home, the clouds push themselves apart just enough for the sunlight to appear. That makes you stop, taking in the warmth on your skin, but it soon disappears.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Hvitserk calls, coming from the beach with his father, Ubbe and Bjorn, who's walking behind them. “We're going to meet some traders. Wanna come?”

“Why not?” You mumble, elbowing Hvitserk when he's close enough.

“Go put on some pants then. We're riding there.”

“Oh.” It's so absurd it's stupid, how you can't seem to do the simple things people know by heart here. “I'm not very good at riding.” Whispering, you tell him, not wanting anyone else to listen.

“I'll help you out.” He nods, tilting his head to where Bjorn is. “Without cracking your head open in the process.”

Smiling you nod before heading inside to change out of the dress. You're just about to head out when Aslaug tells you to grab a cloak in case it rains later, so you have to make another trip to your room. But soon enough you meet Hvitserk and the others again, reading the horses.

“Which one is mine?”

“Over here.” Hviserk guides to a beautiful white horse. “Give me your leg.” He says, and for a moment you furrow your eyebrows, but soon enough you understand what he means. Raising your leg, Hvitserk grabs your calf and you push yourself up, successfully mounting on the horse with his help. It feels funny to be this tall. You have ridden before, but most of the time you used a carriage. There was no need for a princess to ride on the back of a horse at Wessex. It's wild though, and you've grown to love wild things. “Keep your feet like this on the stirrups at all times. Don't put of your feet all the way in or it might get stuck if you fall. If you touch her with your ankles, she'll move forward. Pull the halters and she'll stop. The same thing goes to pull her left or right, but since we'll ride together she'll just follow the other horses.”

“Got it.”

“Your ass might hurt at the end of the day, so be prepared.” He warns before jumping to the back of his horse. “If it'll help you feel more steady, you can hold on the saddle, but trust me, you'll get the hang of it once you lose the fear of falling.”

“Have you ever fallen from a horse before?” As you speak, the small group starts moving, and your mare does the same, keeping their pace, slow at first until everyone starts galloping, and all air leaves your lungs. You hold tightly to the saddle, scared at first, but you remember what Hvitserk just told you. If you let the fear of falling win, you'll never learn to ride properly, and you'll never enjoy it. Slowly, you let go of the saddle, holding only on the halters, making sure it's loose so she'll feel free to run.

And the sensation is amazing. The wind makes your hair whip your face over and over, and you lightly shake your head to get rid of it. Glancing at Hvitserk, you mirror his position, a smile creeping over your lips. The landscape, green, blue, and gray, passes by in a blur, and you try to take it all in. It's beautiful, breathtaking. Almost literally, because when you finally stop, you're struggling to catch your breath.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.” You answer, and Hvitserk nods before moving to stand next to his father and brother. You see a small troop approaching, riding up the hill.

“You're quite good at this,” Bjorn says, guiding his horse away from his siblings and near you. “A few more lessons you'll be riding like a true Viking.”

“I really like it. Its... Thrilling.” You're finally calming down, and your thighs ache a little bit.

“Wanna see the traders coming?” Turning his horse around, he gestures at a cliff, not too many miles away. “We could go up there, it'll give us a nice view.”

“Isn't it a little high?”

“The horses are used to it. C'mon.” Without waiting for your answer, he starts galloping away.

Glancing at Hvitserk, you hold the halter tightly to keep the mare from moving. “You think I should?”

“Sure, it has a nice view. But if you feel like the trail there is too much you come back here, alright? The horses are used to it but you're not.”

“Alright.” Touching the mare with your ankles, you loose the halter and she immediately moves, following Bjorn's horse. It doesn't take much until you're deep inside the woods, the horses now trotting. Bjorn keeps silent, giving you a few glances since you're slightly behind him.

“That way.” He says, and you just let your ride follow his. The smooth ground soon starts changing, with more rocks, and becomes unravel. When you see a steep slope, with apparently nothing to hold on to, you pull the halters, making the mare stop.

“I think it's too craggy.” You speak up, getting Bjorn's attention. “I don't want to fall on my first try.”

“She's used to this kind of inclination. You'll be fine.”

Considering it and also what Hvitserk said, you decide to leave the cliff viewing for another day, when you feel more secure on the horse. “I think I'll pass, Bjorn. Maybe another cliff where I can go on foot.”

“Don't be a pussy. It's not that craggy.” Then, he kicks his horse hard and it sets in motion. It doesn't surprise you, but when the mare moves as well, following him, you're startled, and in the sudden change, you let the halter fall.

Holding on the sell, you can only watch as Bjorn's horse easily climbs the slope, at a fast pace, and yours do the same. But when it suddenly turns left, around a huge rock, you lose your balance, and since there's nothing to hold on to, both your feet escape the stirrups, and you're pulled to the ground hard. Losing your breath, a sting on your ankle makes you yelp as you roll down the slope, only stopping once the ground is flat again. Rolling on your back, you take deep breaths, trying not to move the left leg since the pain is spreading through your foot and calf. “Damn it!” You exclaim, removing the hair from your face.

“(Y/N)!” It takes only a few seconds until you see Bjorn kneeling by your side. “Are you alright?”

“I just fell from a horse and rolled down a hill!” You speak fast, the pain on your back making itself aware. “Of course I'm not fine!”

“Let me take you–” He says as he starts to pull you up.

“No.” You cut him off, slapping his hands away. Bjorn has done enough for today. If he wasn't trying to be a freaking show-off, this wouldn't have happened. “Go get–”

“(Y/N)?” You hear his voice and breathes out relief. “I heard a yell.”

“Over here. Lying on the ground.” Annoyed, you cover your eyes with both hands. “Can you please see if my ankle is broken?”

“What happened?” He asks in a low voice, and you uncover your eyes to see him jumping to the ground, kneeling next to your stretched out leg.

“Bjorn made his horse bolt up the slope and mine followed.” You explain, giving him a hard glance, groaning when Hvitserk lifts your leg to remove your boot. “Easy there!”

“Sorry.” He mumbles. “But calm down, it's not broken, just sprained.”

“Shit.” Taking a deep breath, you sit up taking off the other boot as well and throwing it at Bjorn. “You can't keep yourself from getting me hurt, can you?”

“Me? Everything you had to do was hold on. The horse–”

“I'm not a Viking!” Bursting out, you look up at him. “I'm not some shieldmaiden, I'm still trying to fit in here and learn things. You can't expect me to follow your pace.”

“I just–”

“Bjorn, you should get back. Help father with the traders, I'll take her back to Kattegat.” Hvitserk interrupts him, and Bjorn leaves after a grunt, saying something you couldn't understand.

“And he thinks he has the right to be pissed!” Lying back down, you groan. “I think this is a sign to stay away from him. Every time he's in the situation, I get hurt.”

“Alright, c'mon.” Hvitserk pulls your arm until you're seated again. “You need to put some ice on this ankle, let's go.” Hvitserk takes your mare first, tying her up with his horse before mounting and pulling you up to ride with him.

Despite the slow pace he keeps, your back still hurts. Resting your head on his back, you sigh. “Why are you so quiet?” You ask after a while.

“I'm thinking about the right words to tell this to mother. She won't be happy.” He answers, a hand resting on his thigh as the other holds the halter. “She's not very fond of Bjorn already.”

“It was partially my fault too, I think. I let the halter slip and had nothing to hold on to.”

“You're know Bjorn likes you, right?” Hvitserk suddenly says, and you pinch your eyebrows together. This thought hasn't crossed your mind. “That's probably why he did that. That's how he... Gets a woman's attention.”

“Would you do the kindness of telling him it's not working?” Muttering, you rest both your arms on his back folding them as if his shoulders were a table. “Actually, I've been meaning to tell you... I met Ivar at the market place today.”

“...And?” He asks after a few seconds of silence.

“Nothing, just... It was nothing, really.” It's hard to understand exactly what you want to tell Hvitserk. You just can't seem to put your feelings or thoughts together. “I was looking at these things and he said they wouldn't suit me.” Stretching out your arm, you show him the bracelet. “I bought this there.”

“That's nice. But cheap.” Rolling your eyes, you remember Ivar said pretty much the same thing.

“He also said I'm kind. But that was probably in a mocking tone, so...” You get into Kattegat, and Hvitserk greets some people. “I don't know.”

“I believe it's safe to assume Ivar doesn't hate you.” Hvitserk slows down the horse when a group of kids run by. “If he did, he wouldn't put himself on your way like that... Or look at you the way he does.”

“And how does he look at me?” The words come out slowly because you're not sure if you want to know.

“The only thing I can say for sure is that he never looked at a woman like that.” You finally get to Ragnar's house, and Hvitserk asks a man to help you down. Once you're safe on the ground, he jumps off, telling the man to take the horses. “And I mean it in a good way.”

He puts a hand around your waist, helping as you jump on the right foot until the table in the main hall. “Do you think he–”

“What happened this time?” Aslaug asks, her voice already giving out that she's not happy.

“Twisted ankle. She fell from the horse.”

“Take her to her room, Hvitserk.” The Queen mutters, saying something to the girls who were following her. “And carry her this time if that isn't too much to ask.”

“Alright.” He replies, picking you up with a hand on the small of your back and another under your legs, quickly finding the way to your chambers.

Giggling, you give him a look “I love when your mother–”

“Careful with the teasing this time. I might just drop you to the floor and I don't care if your a princess who fell off a horse.” The fake angry tone makes you laugh again.

“My bad, Prince Hvitserk.” You snap back, rolling your eyes.

Aslaug has her maids help you bathe first, cleaning the dirt that is attached to your face and hair before lying you on the bed again and applying a piece of fabric with cold water on your ankle, keeping it elevated with some pillows. She isn't happy to know the whole story, despite you assuring her it's alright now. You could've died, she said, breaking your neck. But it's useless to worry about what could've happened. The best thing to do now is to focus on the ankle, which she said will be better in a few days, and let the whole incident go.

Later that night, you give little jumps to the main hall to eat something. It's just Ubbe and Bjorn, seated on a table at the corner. Nodding at them, not wanting to chat with Bjorn at the moment, you sit at the edge of the table in the middle, your back turned at both men, taking the jar and pouring yourself something to drink.

“How's your ankle?” Ubbe asks, and you look over your shoulder.

“It's fine. I'll be able to walk normally in a few days. But my back still hurts.” Completely ignoring Bjorn's existence, you turn away from them again.

Drumming your fingers on the table, you wait for the Queen's maids to bring your meal. When you feel someone moving behind your back, you assume it's them, and place your cup further away to open some space. But instead of the bowl with rabbit stew, a necklace is put down before you. And it's absolutely beautiful, with three blue stones surrounded by a golden metal, delicately molded around it. It's different from anything you've ever seen in Wessex. Taking it in your hands, you see Ivar dropping to the seat next to you, and you turn to look at him.

“What is it?” You ask, unable to hide the smile that comes to your lips.

“A necklace.” He simply says, and you roll your eyes at his tone. What a way to ruin the mood.

“Yeah, I noticed.” The smile slowly drops as your eyes go back to the piece, fingertips caressing one of the stones.

“This was made for a princess. Not those cheap things.” He gestures at your bracelet, and you giggle.

“Well, this is absolutely beautiful.” Glancing at him, you find he was already staring. “Is it for me?” You inquire in a lower voice, not wanting to make any assumptions that might embarrass you.

Ivar nods, lightly pushing your shoulder. “Turn around. Let me put it on.”

Doing as he says, you turn your back at him. Ivar takes the necklace and places it around your neck, and you hold your hair up so he can close it on the back. Once he's done, you let the hair fall before turning to face him, folding your left leg and carefully laying the wounded ankle on the bench between you and Ivar. “How does it look?”

You wait for an answer, but it doesn't come. Ivar's eyes were fixed on the necklace, but slowly, they come to meet yours. Tilting your head to the side a little, you feel heat spreading through your cheeks.

Shaking your head lightly and looking down, you take a deep breath. “Have you heard that I fell from a horse this afternoon?” You're glad you got your brain to function, changing the subject. “Twisted my ankle.”

Ivar's stare falls to your bare feet on the bench, the skirt of your dress pulled up to your knee. “Mother told me it was someone else's doing.” As he speaks, Ivar gives an angry stare at where his two brothers are, and it's obvious who he's looking at. “But I think you'll survive.” You feel his fingers caressing your skin, from your knee and down through your calf, so softly you wonder if he's really touching you.

“I will.” You assure him, biting back a smile.

“Ivar,” Ragnar calls, and it does take a while until you both look at where he's standing, near the thrones. “Your mother wants to speak with you.”

“What now?” He asks, annoyed.

“I don't know. Go ask her.” And he disappears.

“Guess I'll have to go.” He glances at you, grabbing the clutch.

But before he can push himself up, you grab his arm. Perhaps you shouldn't do it. Perhaps this whole thing is just some kind of joke he's pulling on you, but still, the necklace is beautiful and he was... Kind. So you lean closer to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for the gift. It's very beautiful.”

Ivar is frozen, even after you let go of his arm. He stands there, blue eyes locked on yours. Slowly, painfully slow, a smile comes to his lips. And it feels different. True, genuine. “You're welcome, princess.” He whispers before pushing himself up to his feet and walking away.

You're still a little dazed when the rabbit stew comes, and you can do nothing but play with the spoon. But heavy footsteps get your attention, and when you look at your side, you catch a glimpse of a very angry Bjorn disappearing inside.

He saw everything. And it takes you by surprise to notice that, the moment you laid eyes on Ivar, you immediately forgot Bjorn and Ubbe were here. Everything just... Faded away, and there was nothing else, just you and him. And this is not the first time it happens.

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[nowork-onlydaydreaming]

just a little gift for someone

can’t believe Arthuro stole my heart so much i have to make a fanfic about him fhjkasdg this is my first time writing fanfiction

anyways english is like my second language so pardon me for grammar mistakes (┬┬﹏┬┬) @minzart

 Grim thought he knew everything about the so-called 'Headmaster". I mean, he spent his whole life by their side! He practically experienced all the traumatic moments that they encountered. Yet, they still managed to surprise him.

 When they were only 1st years, Yuu always stated to Grim that they were going to come back home. To come back to their magicless world. He can never relate for he doesn't remember anything about his life before they first met. Grim spent years hearing Yuu's woes about not seeing their family again, and he was there to be their (albeit a furry) shoulder to cry on.

 But now? Yuu changed so much. He never would have thought that the former reckless and magicless student of the Ramshackle dorm would turn into the "Headmaster" of the Night Raven College. How does that happen? Well, if it weren't for the beast taming lessons they took when they were 4th years and the several ass-kickings of overblots, they'd never be suitable for Crowley's heir.

 Yuu isn't even the official headmaster! But Crowley admitted that he's "training" Yuu to be the perfect headmaster. In other words, he's just taking a vacation while Yuu deals with the school's problems.

 The giant cat sighed, it was no use contemplating the past. He was much bigger, much mature. He knows not to be so careless and impulsive as before. When his gem was filled with blot due to eating so many blotted gemstones, some parts of his overblotted self remained on his body. Wings, talons, and enlarged teeth stayed with him. Due to his size, he can't gaze over Yuu's shoulder anymore.

 Just as he's heading to the corridors, he heard a strong gust of wind flew past him. Turning around, he saw what appears to be someone flying with their broom. He can't tell who exactly the person is as they were flying away. Grim can only roll his eyes as he sauntered to the Headmaster's office.

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 The window opened abruptly when Yuu is arranging documents on their desk, causing some papers to fly to the ground. Yuu rolled their eyes at the scene, already knowing the person who caused the scene. They turned to the window to properly see their friendly intruder. A mop of dyed red and black hair came into their vision with a broom on their hand. The "headmaster" can't help but let out a small grin.

 "I told you that you can use the door," they said, reaching out to pick at the fallen papers "And please, be less dramatic with your entrances."

 "Me? Stop being dramatic? You're dreaming way too hard." Arthuro only laughed heartedly while landing on his two feet. He settled against the window, leaning his back to take a good look at the person who (stole his heart the moment they first shared a conversation) is his lovely acquaintance.

 Yuu wore a feathery shawl paired with a dark-colored cloak with tailored gold at the ends. When they turned around, he glanced at the rather simplistic half-bird mask that adorned their face, topped with a mini top hat with a few black feathers at its side.

 His eyes wandered quickly to the side knowing Yuu, for the hundredth time, caught their staring. Instead, he focuses on the mirror almost parallel at their working station. He can see their reflection. White long-sleeves with laced gloves. Gold jewelry resembling claws at the tips of their fingers. And a hip chain clipped with 3 gems on their side.

 He can tell where the inspiration came from.

 When he looked back, he jokingly scoffed at their sudden closeness. Yuu moved closer without him noticing. If it weren't for the countless times they sneaked up at him throughout his teenage years, he would have been scared shitless. But he knows that is just their weird way of acknowledging people. He gave them a close-eyed smile.

 "What brings you here anyway? Doing your paperwork in my office again?"

 "Obviously, what else do you think I'm gonna do here?"

 "The last time you did, you surprised me with a sword fight."

 "As normal people do." God, he missed their playful banter. It's not even a week since they last saw them. But seeing Yuu in all of his glory makes his punk heart throb. Finally uncrossing his legs and standing up, he dusts his robe and looks towards their eyes.

 "Well, don't mind me. I'm just going to my rightful place and get to work." Waltzing out of their way, he sat down on the soft carpet below him. Patting down to gesture them to also do the same. Yuu followed closely behind, transferring their remaining paperwork from the desk to the floor. Finally settling down with him, they examined the papers on one hand, holding a quill-like pen on the other.

 Together they sat comfortably in silence. At times they chatted and try to distract each other from their headmaster duties, but in the end, they are content with each other’s company.

 The sun rays peeking through the windows. Golden light illuminated the room making everything looks like it came out from a dream. ‘With Yuu by my side,’ Arthuro thought ‘this must be a dream come true.’

[ku-ro-kai]

Lovesick angel

You work for the model Keigo takami but what people don't know is your relationship is complicated

Quirkless au!

Warning:fluff, mating press, Hawks has a breeding kink, unhealthy relationship, mention of flirting

It was a busy day you could say, Keigo had models coming in just to be signed to his modeling company , leaving them to sit outside his office in the waiting room and wait til they are called in. Tokoyami has came by twice telling him to meet his new clients and wishing that they could wait a little longer since keigo told a lie that he was cleaning up when in reality he was fucking you.

"Is this really necessary keigo, I don't wanna miss new models because you wanted to get your dick wet"he was in the middle of pulling down your panties “Keep your fucking voice down -fuck your pussy looks so nice down here” he rubbed his cock down your lips to get a bit of your slickness "keigo please-" with that you felt a hard thrust interrupt.He placed a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans, he continued pounding into you with no remorse holding one of your legs on his shoulder while he pushed the free one down by your chest ,your relationship with Keigo was hard to explain, you two weren’t together because having a gf with his career is is bad choice but every time he was near you , he would flirt with you and try to do it anywhere, you two almost got caught fucking in enji coat closet at one of his parties once, it was hard trying to explain the cum stains on someone’s jacket. You held on to keigo arm telling him to slow down with this rough pace he was going but that didn’t stop him ,he either didn’t care or just wanted get his rocks quickly, he pushed back both of your legs to your sides by your chest then gripped the back of your thighs positioning himself up into your soft spot “hawks hurry before we get caug-“ he begin rocking his hips on your pelvis hitting against your g-spot making your eyes roll back “your doing alright down there baby” he placed his thumb on your clit rubbing slow circles ”keigo wait!” He pushed his lips on to your sliding his tongue in your mouth.you were seeing a flash of white. As you were coming down from your high you felt a knot in your stomach, he was still going at It "you know I wouldn't mind letting you have my children (name), seeing you fat with my kids inside your stomach is hot" what the fuck is he talking about? Getting you pregnant is not part of the job, you were gonna tell him to pull out but you felt something warm down your ass cheek, he came inside? then he reached over to open a drawer to pull out some pills"I was just kiddin but if you want I can make that dream come true! Having the most famous keigo takami's baby doesn't look so bad on you babe" you took the pills from him and proceeded to get dressed while you ignored him "come on (name)! I wasn't being serious -well a little-hold on go out the other door so It doesn't look suspicious" you were still ignoring him but you went out the other door that leads to the staff room.

You couldn't stand to look at him after what he said this morning, getting pregnant sounds terrible acknowledging the fact that he has a breeding kink and he probably might not even help you with the hard steps of taking care of the baby. You just waited by your computer writing down names that were to be assigned models or kicked to the curb because he didn't like them in the slightest but what irked your nerves the most was this constant flirting with them, everytime he came out his office to get a good look them, he would give them little touches here and there or steal a glimpse of their asses. It's almost like he was trying to make you jealous for fun of in-you couldn't possibly be getting jealous at this, not him of all people, he's just your boss and a little fling that's it.

It was time to go home , finally there's so much tension in that place you could drop dead. When you were on you break he kept leaving small bits of jewelry like gold rings and pendants, he's like a school bully that has crush on you lowkey, you wanted to tell him off but he disappeared at the last minute, you just assumed he went to another girl house by that time. When you got home trying to reach the bed, felt your bag vibrate"the hell does he want?" you answered "keigo I'm not in the mood, I don't wanna talk about what you said earlier and no I didn't care for the stupid jewelry" you were tired and didn't wanna be bothered especially not by your breeding kink boss "ouch- your so heartless girl but hey I was wondering if I could come over maybe give you back massage or take some of that stress off your shoulders" "no thank-" "great I'll be over short and I brought your favorite drink with some champagne" dammit (name) now you gotta be tired and annoyed by boss again!

You heard a knock on your bedroom door when it suddenly opened "hey I got your favorite chocolate by the way since I knew your period was gonna start" you looked at him like he walked in the middle of a loved one's funeral "how did you get in my house and why do you keep track of my period" he looked away embarrassed" you left a key under your mat and why not just remember just for the future " he winked" just give me my stuff already " he rolled his eyes" yes ma'am " he walked over to your side of the bed dropping the bags in the floor and climbing on top of resting his head in your abdomen" you gave me the silent treatment half day at least let me enjoy this moment with you babe" is this his way of saying he cares for you " I missed you too keigo" he squeezed your tightly"I missed you too (name!)".

"Now hand me my chocolate"

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[itsadamcole]

family gathering

fem!reader x kyle o’reilly

reader and Kyle tease at other and look at each other while at a family party for Christmas

word count: 2.1k+

warnings: teasing and touching, nsfw, eventually smut, fluff at the end :)

— day 14. let’s gooo —

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It was the outfit you picked that started the whole thing before you even left the house with your husband.

The party called for formal attire, which meant suits and ties for the men and full length gowns for the ladies. You chose a silver dress. It's mermaid style, which means the dress hugs your body until it gets down to your knees, where the skirt flares out. The dress is sparkly and has a plunging v-neck with an open back. The plunging v-neck reveals a decent amount of your chest. The dress has a slight train to it. You wear silver heels and jewelry to complete the look.

Kyle steals glances at you while at the party. You're talking to a few of your cousins while he talks to some of his friends that he invited. You drink champagne as you speak with your cousins.

You steal glances at Kyle occasionally. His butt looks good in the dress pants he wears with his suit. The suit is black and white but the tie is silver to match you. The pants are a little tight on him but it's okay. They hug all the right areas.

"Excuse me," you say to your eldest cousin. "I have to get a refill on my champagne. I'll be right back."

She nods and you walk off to the minibar, asking for some champagne.

As it's being poured, Kyle approaches you and stands beside you. You look over at your husband and he says, "I can see you looking at my ass, Y/N. Stop making it so painfully obvious that you're staring at my ass."

"Have you been doing extra squats and didn't tell me?" you ask.

Kyle laughs as you're both handed your filled glasses of champagne. "If we're gonna talk about whose ass looks better right now, you're gonna win," Kyle says. "You chose the right dress, my love. It's hard not to keep my eyes off of you."

You stand close to your husband and fix his crooked tie a bit as you say, "I knew I chose the right dress when I walked downstairs and your eyes almost bugged out of your head. Don't think I didn't see you staring at my boobs either, Mr. O'Reilly. I always know when you're staring at my boobs."

Your husband smirks a bit and traces the neck of your dress, his fingers touching the exposed part of your breasts. "The whole dress is a tease and I'm not sure if I love it or hate it," Kyle admits.

Smiling, you say, "You'll love it by the end of the night. Wanna know why? Because you and I both know you won't be able to control yourself anymore and we both know what will happen as soon as we get home." You pause, taking a sip of champagne. "Now, if you excuse me, my cousins are waiting for me."

You walk away, swaying your hips a bit as you walk. You're teasing Kyle to the max. It's the outfit. It started it all.

A few minutes pass as you continue your conversation with your cousins.

Kyle has to keep his distance from you before he decides to rip the dress of you where you stand. He does everything he can. He talks to your family and his friends. He does everything he can to stay away from you so he can keep his hands off of you.

It doesn't work, because you and Kyle find your way to each other as you speak to your aunt and uncle.

"How's married life?" your aunt asks. "Any talks of babies?"

Kyle smiles as you reply with, "We've talked about it. It's definitely on the table, but Kyle travels so much for work and we both want him to be here for the baby. There's time. I'm only 26."

You married Kyle when you were 24 and when he was 31. You married in February 2018. Valentine's Day two years ago. It was just as cliche as it gets.

Your uncle says, "Don't rush into it. Have kids when you're both ready."

"Exactly," your aunt says. "Don't be io upset if it doesn't happen right away either. Things like this may take time and happen unexpectedly."

You smile and nod to what your aunt and uncle say, but you know Kyle's eyes are on you the whole time.

A slow Christmas song comes on and you drag Kyle out to the dance floor for a dance. Other couples have made their way out.

Kyle holds you in his arms. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and his are wrapped around your waist. His hands rest on your lower back. They're dangerously close to your butt. You press your head against Kyle's chest. He's only six foot but he towers over your five foot four frame, and that's with two inch heels on.

"You know," you say, beginning an important conversation. "I've been thinking about us and having kids a lot recently."

Kyle looks down at you and says, "Oh? What about us and having kids?"

You look up, meeting Kyle's eyes. You say, "I've been wanting to start a family recently. I wouldn't mind if we tried to start having kids soon."

Your husband smiles and says, "It's your body, Y/N. I've been waiting for you to tell me when you wanted to start having kids."

Happy and overjoyed by how this conversation is going, you say, "Let's start a family, Kyle. All I've wanted is to start a family with you."

Kyle smiles and leans down, kissing you softly. You kiss him back, your eyes fluttering closed. Your hands slide to cup his face. That's when you feel Kyle's hands dip to your butt. You giggle against Kyle's lips, pulling back. "You just had to find a way to get your hands to my ass, didn't you?" you say, smiling.

"What can I say, Y/N?" Kyle says, smiling cutely at you. "It's my favorite part of you. Well, one of my favorite parts of you."

You laugh and say, "You're crazy, but I love you."

Your husband says, "I love you too, Y/N."

The two of you share another kiss. This one is more passionate than the last.

As you stand there and kiss your husband on the dance floor, you think about a family with him. Kids running around and laughing as you and Kyle chase them, having fun. Family movie nights when Kyle's home, cuddles with Kyle and your kids, family dinners, birthdays. Everything.

A smile forms on your lips and Kyle pulls back. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours that has you all smiley?" he asks.

"Just thinking," you say. "About what our family would look like."

Kyle smiles and asks, "You want to start trying tonight?"

You giggle, "I thought you'd never ask. Let's get out of here."

***

The two of you make it home in record time. As soon as the door shuts to your two floored house, your lips are on Kyle's. You smile against his lips as the kiss becomes more passionate almost immediately after your lips connect.

Kyle sheds his jacket and his shoes before he takes your hand, leading you upstairs. You kick off your heels, leaving then by the door as you follow your husband up the stairs.

As soon as you've crossed over the threshold of your shared bedroom, you bring your lips to Kyle's again. You quickly untie his silver tie, throwing it somewhere in the room. You untuck and unbutton Kyle's white button up shirt. His fingers are on the zipper of your dress, pulling it down.

The dress falls off your body, pooling at your feel. You pull off Kyle's button up as you step out of the dress, only in your panties at this point.

You pull off Kyle's tight dress pants as he pushes you gently down onto your back on the bed. Your legs hang off the end of the bed as Kyle leans down and leaves kisses trailing up your stomach and between your breasts. He continues to kiss up your chest and over your collarbone to your neck. You smile and run your fingers through Kyle's hair as he lays himself between your legs.

You leave kisses on Kyle's temple as he kisses up to your jawline.

Kyle's erect member is straining to get out of his boxers as he presses against your clothed core as his lips meet yours. You buck your hips up, grinding against Kyle a bit. A soft moan leaves both your lips as he begins to grind against you softly.

His lips leave yours after a second before attaching to your neck. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more access. You watch the snow fall outside for a second as you feel a wave of bliss come over you. You smile and close your eyes as Kyle rids you of your panties and himself of his boxers. You smile as you feel his tip run through your folds.

You didn't notice that you were wet for him. It's not surprising considering the words you've exchanged today and the thoughts you have been thinking today.

"Kyle," you sigh. "Please."

He looks down at you as he hovers above you. He says, "I need to know you're one hundred percent sure that you want to start having kids tonight."

You nod and say, "Let's start tonight, Kyle." A smile forms on his lips and yours as he leans down, kissing you softly as he positions himself at your entrance. You wait in anticipation.

Kyle slowly slides himself into you, his length filling you up. You sigh softly as he moves slowly. Your eyes flutter closed as he starts to thrust his hips after a moment.

His movements are slow, making sure that you're adjusted to him. Your nails dig into his sides a bit as he moves. Your soft sighs turn to moans as he speeds up.

"Oh, Kyle," you moan softly as he picks up speed. "Oh!"

Kyle smirks as his lips attach to your neck. You smile and his thrusts get faster and his member moves deeper into you. Your moans get louder.

He brings his lips back to yours and he kisses you hard. You wrap your legs around his waist and Kyle moves himself so he can move faster and rougher into you.

The tip of his length hits your g-spot and you cry out, "Kyle! Right there, oh my God."

He smirks and moves harder and harder into that spot. You're a moaning mess beneath Kyle as you moan a mixture of his name and a few different profanities.

Kyle begins to rub your very sensitive clit as he continues thrusting his hips.

"Kyle, baby," you sigh. "I'm about to come."

He says, "Me too. Come with me."

And you do. A few seconds later, you both release at the same time. You release around Kyle and he releases inside of you.

Gasping for breath, Kyle pulls out and rolls off of you. Both of you crawl under the covers and lay tied up with each other.

"How's your blood sugar level?" you ask. "Are you feeling okay?"

You wipe a few sweat droplets away from his forehead and he nods. "I feel great. Euphoric, even," he says.

A smile forms on your lips as you lay cuddles up to Kyle. Your legs are intertwined together and his arms are around your shoulders. Your arm is lazily thrown across his waist. Your chest is pressed against his side.

After a few moments of silence, Kyle says, "If we have a boy one day, I wanna name him after one of the Undisputed Era guys. They're like my brothers."

"Of course," you say. "I wouldn't have it any other way. If we a girl, I want her to have Marie as her middle name. It's my great-grandmother's middle name, my grandmother's middle name, my mom's middle name, and my middle name."

Kyle smiles and kisses your temple. "That's okay with me," Kyle says. "God, I can't wait to have a little one of us running around."

You smile and say, "We better get some sleep now because we won't be getting much after we have kids."

Your husband laughs and says, "I can agree to that. Goodnight, Y/N. I love you, and Merry Christmas."

"Goodnight, Kyle," you say, yawning. "I love you too, and Merry Christmas to you."

[kuronanox]

Jealously - Nozel Silva (NSFWish)

"Clean this mess up." Nozel rudely says and walks through the pile of broken plates and food scattered all over the floor. (Your Name) shamelessly apologizes and bows her head. "Wait a ditz, even the maids can't do their jobs properly." Solids laughs and kicks the food in her face.

"I'm sorry." (Your Name) apologizes again as Nebra covers her face in amusement before walking behind Nozel.

The other servants gather around her as they helped cleaned the mess. "Damn these Silva's why couldn't I work under the Vermillion's!"

"Are you okay?" One of the maids asks as she wipes the food off her face. "Just peachy."

Nozel gives her one last glance before exiting the room.

The next week she was called into his room by command. "I'm just your toy." (Your Name) sadly thinks before entering the grand room.

Nozel was a desirable man around the clover kingdom, most girls would swoon over him beside the fact that he has a bad personality when it come to people that are lower than him.

"You are late peasant." Nozel cooly says holding a red wine in his hands. His back faced away from her. "I was finishing the rest of the cleaning."

"When I order you here I expect you on time." He coldly says now looking into her eyes.

"Don't look at me like that."  (Your Name) looks away from his eyes and nods. "I apologize Nozel Sama."

He doesn't a say a word and walk towards her, his eyes never leaving her face. "I heard you asked to move into the Vermillion house."

"I- I did."

"And it was denied." Nozel flatly states as she looks up to him in shock. "How?!"

"You belong to the Silva house, you don't get to choose where you wanna be."

Nozel picks her up and tosses her in bed as he climbs on top. "Why does she want to leave?"

Slowly he catches (Your Name) mouth and let his frustration out. The kiss was sloppy and unforgiving. Wrapping her legs around him he groans into the kiss as she pants under him.

Disconnecting he rips the clothes off both of them and takes her neck. Sucking on the skin she yells in pleasure. "Nozel sama!"

"Be quiet peasant." He harshly whispers and flips her onto all four. He rubs himself against her core. "Ngh." He lowly growls feeling her wet liquids. (Your Name) pants under him as he entered her body. She grips the sheets as he massaged her ass while ramming into her.

"I'm just a toy. He doesn't care about anyone lower than me. I'm disposable. I'll never get to leave this family." She reminds herself and cover her mouth from her moans and cries.

Nozel kisses her back and pulled her hair lightly before finishing. He doesn't say a word and walks into the bathroom and ran a shower.

This was their rule, after he finished and showered she needed to be out of the room.

Getting out of the covers (Your Name) sighs and throws on her clothes. Today was no different than any other night he called her. The nights he called her were nights he was stressed or when he wanted some fun.

Walking back to her room she threw a bath and soaked in the water. "I need to find a way to leave."

The next morning (Your Name) went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. "I heard Fuegoleon Sama is coming to visit!" One of the maid whispers as she prepared all the plates and bowls. "Really? I don't really know much about him."

One of the maids gasps and pulls (Your Name) towards her and whispers. "He's a very serious man but he also doesn't discriminate unlike Nozel Sama and he's really nice."

(Your Name) let the information sink in and bites her lip. She wanted to work under the Vermillion house hold because they were less strict not because of Fuegoleon, but she was curious what kind of man he was now.

Grabbing the plates she makes it into the dining hall where all the Silva siblings were seated minus Noelle.

The captain of the Crimson Lions had already appeared, he was seated next to Nozel and it seemed like they were into a serious conversation right now.

"Nozel Sama."(Your Name) whispers from behind him as he acknowledges her presences.

"I have a guest bring him a plate also."

(Your Name) looks into his direction to catch eyes with Fuegoleon. "Wow."

He smiles politely as she blushes and bows her head before heading out to get another plate. Nozel notices and holds his fist under the table.

"Why does she blush like that?" He gives a deadly glare as she walks back into the room and places the plate in front of Fuegoleon as he politely thank her.

"(Your Name) you maybe leave for the day." Nozel coldly says as she hesitantly acknowledges and bows her head before walking away from the dining room.

"Cold as always." Fuegoleon slightly jokes with Nozel as he shoots death glares and continues their conversation.

(Your Name) gets out of the house and decides to go shopping for herself. She gets paid decently and been saving up. "I might as well spoil myself today!"

Walking around the market she checks out the jewelry and shoes. "Oo! Not a bad price!" She cheers and checks out a pair of gold dangling earrings. "Excuse me how much for these?"

"$25" the merchant says as (Your Name) purchases it and puts it on her ears.

Looking around for a while she was holding about a total of 6 bags filled with new clothes since her old ones were getting worn out.

Walking back to the Silva resident she spots Fuegoleon about to leave. "I wonder what him and Nozel were talking about?"

Walking towards the side of the entrance he notices her because of the full bags she was carrying.

"Oh (Your Name) I recall?" He says and continues "do you need some help, they look kinda heavy."

She slightly blushes and shakes her head. "I could never Fuegoleon Sama!"

He disagrees and takes the bags from her hands and walks back in. "It's my job to help the people in the clover kingdom." He smiled.

(Your Name) laughed, he seemed kinda cheeky for a moment but found it cute.

Nozel from a high tower of his room look from below and jealousy burn from within. "That women." He bitterly says and closes the curtain.

That night Nozel summoned her in his room. Sitting on a chair he looked out the window, it was a cold night.

(Your Name) appeared in his room she was in her nightgown a tan flowing dress. Nozel stared at her collar bones they were sharp and her hair, oh how it flowed in the wind.

"You called Nozel Sama?"

"Do you understand why I am upset?"

There was silence in the room.

"I'm sorry." She apologizes as Nozel sneers and throws a wine glass across the wall. She perks up and looks down.

"That's all you ever say." Nozel walks towards her and traces the collar bones he admired and her cheeks that were shedding tears. "Why are you crying?" He continues.

(Your Name) tried to suppress the tears but they fell slowly. "I don't wanna be here anymore." She states as she got the goosebumps.

Nozel chuckles continuing to trace her skin as she backed away from him. "You can't leave, I forbid." He snakes his hand around her neck. She stood there fearfully. "Nozel Sama why do you want me? You can find better?"

Nozel loses his chuckle and looks her in the eyes. "Because I want you."

"How can you want me? You let your siblings walk all over me, you call me a peasant, you only use me to benefit yourself. When have you ever thought about me?"

Nozel loosen the grib around her neck and saw the pain in her eyes. Her tears falling like waterfall. "I-" he tries to say.

Nozel was always a man of action and less words. He couldn't accept the fact that this peasant girl made him jealous and even like her enough to keep her around.

"I don't know what to say." He admits as he let her go. (Your Name) could see he was defeated by her words and couldn't muscle up anything to say. She puts her hand on his face.

"Nozel Sama, I'm just your toy."

He smacks her hand away and pushes her towards him. "Don't say that. That's even lower than a peasant itself."

(Your Name) was silent after but he refused to let her go. "I-" he begins to say "I wanna be with you. I'm just not good at showing my compassion."

She sighs and looks down. This whole time he wanted to be with her but she didn't know if she could accept him.

"What if I refuse?" She fearfully says as he gribs her body.

"Then I'll let you go."

"Seriously?"

"Yes if I'm hurting you this much." Nozel defends.

(Your Name) embraces his body and leans her head on his chest.

"If I stay, you have to promise me to change the way you treat me. I refuse to be with someone that doesn't see me as an equal."

Nozel looks at her. "If this allows me to have her and chase that lion away, I'll take those chances."

(Your Name) and Nozel came to an agreement as he took a seat on the chair and seats her on his lap.

"Then allow me to change this first." He then says and passionately claim her mouth and massage her body earning a moan. She grinds against him as he looks up to see her face. She was beautiful. Tossing her dress away he slaps her ass and claims her nipples.

Sucking and giving long stroke against both nipples he massages them as she grind against him. Holding his head he moans against her boobs as his tongue flicked them.

Finishing up he picked her up softly and places her on the bed. Climbing on top he kisses her stomach all the way down. "(Your Name) this is the first time you've had this?" He asks as she shyly nods and he smirks.

Setting himself between her legs he claims her as she moans. His tongue fucking her, swirling and sucking the lips. She breathlessly chants his name and grips his hair. He groans under her as his clean strokes become sloppy as she screamed his name. "Naughty girl, what if someone hears us?" He teased as she covered her face.

Nozel smirked and flipped her ass up, slapping both of them he spread them apart and claimed her pretty lips again. "Nozel." She breathlessly says as he religiously tongued fucked her. After some time she started to shake from the pleasure. "It's okay to cum." He assures her as she moaned and releases her orgasm. Nozel licks every last sweet drip before kissing her sweetly.

"Things will start changing here from now on out." He assured her taking her body and embracing it in bed.

She blushed, for once he didn't use her body for his own release. "Nozel Sama?"

"It's Nozel now."

"Nozel? Were jealous of Fuegoleon Sama?"

He tighten his grip around her and doesn't say a word. "Oh great the silent treatment. He doesn't want to admit he was."

"Don't worry Fuegoleon Sama was just being nice."

"Tch, that damn lion." He says and turns the other way like he was pouting. (Your Name) smiles and gets out of bed. Nozel feels the bed getting cold as he grabbed her hand.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm leaving, I thought that's how you wanted things?" She says dumbfounded.

Nozel roughly sighs and shakes his head. "I told you I was changing things now so I can prove I want you. You are staying here for now."

"Oh I see." She happily says and climbs back in bed into his arm.

"Goodnight (Your Name)."

"Goodnight Nozel."