#i could move it over to the bridge-less place..

[groovylittleclown]

It is day 7 on my animal crossing island. CJ is still not here. My island has gotten significantly worse. I have banned myself from fishing. Everything is going to shit.

[luveline]

spencer x reader where she kisses his forehead and he’s 🥹🥹

“Spencer, are you dead?” 

Spencer ignores your question by accident. Heavy head in hand, he’s slowly sinking closer and closer to the hotel breakfast table to rest. His neck twinges with the effort it takes to stay up. 

“Spencer,” you say more sharply. 

His eyes track like the air is honey. He settles on your sluggishly while offering no greeting, tiredness pulling at him. “My eyes hurt,” he offers. 

“Make you some tea.” 

“Um, okay.” He’s disappointed when you leave, then dozing, face pressed to his desk as itchy eyes press along lids. It feels as though his eyelashes have turned inward. 

You return with a cup. Spencer grabs it blindly, lifts his head to squint one eye open. “What?” he asks. 

There isn’t tea in the cup. There are tea bags, two of them, wetted and leaking tan beige along the white china of the mug. Distinctly no tea. You must be tired too. 

“They’re for your eyes, Spence. They’ll make your eyes hurt less. The caffeine restricts your blood vessels to calm the inflammation, and the tea itself soothes sore skin.” 

“How do you know that?” he asks. 

You rest a hand on his shoulder. “I read about it in a book of modern home remedies. It really works. Here, can you tip your head back?” 

Spencer is very, very tired, but your voice is nice, your fingertips gentle against his neck, so he tips his head back. He doesn’t know how terrible he looks, having forgotten his untucked shirt, his rumpled sweater vest, his hair sticking up all over the place. 

“Close your eyes,” you murmur. 

Spencer shuts them. 

“It’s cold,” you warn, “but it’ll feel nice.” 

Spencer doesn’t care. He waits for you to move. The tea bags you place on his closed eyes feel cold and at first they sting just a touch, perhaps tea finding its way through his lashes, and he can’t confess to noticing a difference in soreness. 

“Hey… what’s this? It looks like it hurts?” you ask, drawing a short line over the side of the bridge of his nose. There’s an indent there that feels like a bruise.

“I fell asleep at my desk with my glasses on,” he says. “They dug in.” 

“You were up late, I’m guessing. Maybe you should go back to the room.” 

“No, I can’t. I’ll be okay. Thank you for the… tea.” 

Your hand rests tentatively against his cheek. He can’t open his eyes to see what you're feeling, and he doesn’t need to. There’s emotion to be felt in your slow strokes, how your thumb rests along his jaw as your nail scratches to the top of his ear, then behind the shell of it. It’s intimate enough to summon a different kind of tiredness. Exhaustion swapped for content. He could sleep in the curve of your palm all day. 

“You’re welcome,” you say. “I’m gonna take them off for a second to check the damage.” 

You take them. Your breath draws near. 

A warmth presses to his forehead atop his left eyebrow. Spencer doesn’t know what it is until your nose graces just above it, and your lips part —it’s a kiss. You’re kissing him sweetly, your fingers sewing through his hair. 

He peels his sore eyes open to look at you. You lean back as unhurried as you’d ferried forward, your hand cradling the nape of his neck. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask. 

Spencer stares up at you. In that moment, tired, aching, and balmed, he’s completely in love with you. You must see a little of it, your lips parting again in an unnamed emotion. It’s sheer luck that you’re the only one awake with him, because if any of his teammates saw the way he was looking at you they’d never let him forget it. And, he gets to see your reaction. Your partial smile. 

“Did that help?” you ask. 

You must mean the tea. “I feel better.” 

“Yeah? Do you…” Your voice turns to cashmere, a thread of bemusement tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Would another one be okay?” 

Spencer can only nod as you wrap your arms around him and position your mouth at the soft skin where his hair meets his forehead. When you kiss him again, his eyes flutter shut. 

“You really need some help with your insomnia,” you murmur. 

Spencer wonders if maybe you’d want to be that help. You must have melatonin in your kisses.

[logansdoll]

37

the fate of the entire world came down to a race against time, the future of all mutants resting on logan's shoulders... but a little detour wouldn't hurt, right?

CW: heavily suggestive, profanity, takes place during the events of Days Future Past, Logan was kind of an ass, reader is kinda that girl, angst if you squint, idk if i timed the timeline right or not so whatevs, etc.

"I'm sorry... what are we doing here, again?" Hank asked, confused, as the three men marched through the hallway of an apartment complex.

"I need to find someone," Logan answered, curtly, eyes scanning over the numbers on each door.

'37... 37... 37...'

Charles let out a dry chuckle, pinching the bridge of his nose, "See, that's so funny because last I checked you said we were in a crunch for time."

He stopped in his tracks, Hank pausing mid-walk to turn to him, while Logan came to a standstill just ahead.

"If we have time to take detours, then I'm starting to believe the situation isn't as dire as you described."

Hank swallowed thickly, turning to Logan in expectation of some sort of blowout.

Despite having only known the man for a few of hours, he could tell he had a dangerously short fuse, and wouldn't take kindly to Charles's attitude.

And he'd be right.

Whipping around, Logan stormed over and grabbed the telepath by the collar, brows furrowed as he roughly yanked him closer.

"I just got sent back in the past fifty-fucking-years... And before I do another goddamn thing, there is someone I have to see," he growled, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument. "Do you got a problem with that, bub?"

Charles paused a moment, eyes scanning over the man before him.

In that instant, he wanted nothing more than to read his mind—to see what was going on in that complicated head of his.

But, alas, he couldn't, so for the sake of everyone, he settled for the safer option.

"Fine with me," he raised his hands in surrender, letting out a sigh as Logan abruptly let him go, turning to go back to his search. "And if I'm not mistaken... thirty-seven would be about five doors down to your right."

Logan glanced back at him, his expression a cross between annoyed and less annoyed.

He'd deal with him later.

But in the meantime, he sped past the next five doors as fast as he could, turning to his right to see what played the setting to some of his best dreams.

A red door, with paint chipping near the hinges, and a crooked 37 and poorly covered claw marks from when he stumbled in drunk one night.

'Just like I left it...'

It wasn't long before the memories came rolling back, reminding him of what he was coming back to.

"You sure you have to go?" you hummed, gathering the sheets to cover your chest and sitting up in the bed, watching as he put on some pants.

Logan nodded, moving to grab his wife-beater, "Yeah, I got some things to take care of... I should be back in a few days."

Turning toward the bed, he smirked at your sleepy form, your bed-head and tired eyes insanely sexy.

"You know what to do while I'm gone, right?"

"Check the peephole before I open, and aim for the nuts," you recited with a yawn.

He smiled, snatching his leather jacket off your chair before striding toward the bed, placing a quick peck on your lips

"I'll be back soon," he promised, swiping a stray stand of hair out your face.

You smiled, looking up at him through your lashes with your beautiful, (e/c) eyes, "I'll be waiting."

When Logan snapped himself out of it, he was still standing in front of the door, the chunk of wood the only thing keeping you two apart.

He was about to knock, but stopped mid-way, hesitant.

What if you'd moved on? Forgotten him in the meantime...

"I'll be waiting," your words echoed in his head.

He sighed, steeling his nerves, before quickly knocking.

There was a moment of silence before the lock clicked, the knob turning and door swinging open to reveal you.

The air caught in Logan's throat as he got a good look at you, his eyes raking up and down your body.

You looked even more beautiful than he remembered.

'That was too quick...'

"You didn't check the peephole," he stated, unable to come up with anything else to say.

Without warning, the sound of a particularly harsh slap echoed throughout the hallway, Charles and Hank flinching at the noise.

"Okay, I deserve that."

"You absolute fucking asshole!" you spat, voice disbelieving of the sight in front of you. "Who the hell do you think you are?!"

Because of your mutation you aged like he did, so you weren't exactly younger looking per se, but you had a youthful vibrance to you.

Your hair was sensually tousled—most likely from just waking up—your skin glowing in the mid-morning sunlight, and your silk robe coming up extra high on your legs, along with hanging extra low on your chest.

You looked sexier than any lingerie model out there.

A fact the other two quite agreed with at the moment.

"Hel-lo," Charles smiled, shamelessly, Hank just silently staring.

"Watch it," Logan threatened, venom dripping from his tone as he shifted to stand in front of you, blocking your body from their view.

"You have no business being here," your brows furrowed as you grabbed the door, attempting to shut it. "Get lost."

"(n/n), I came to see you," Logan grunted, shoving his foot between the door and the frame. "Let me in."

"No!" you scoffed, pushing against the door to try and shut him out. "You don't get to do that! You don't get to leave for eight months and then waltz right back in my life like nothing happened!"

"I got into some shit, alright? Some really bad shit... I couldn't bring that back here."

"Then call! Or... Or write! Fuck! I would've been happy with a goddamn carrier pigeon!"

"I didn't have any of that crap—" "For eight months?!"

With a groan, he rolled his shoulder, giving the door a quick blow and knocking it open, forcing you back and allowing him in.

Quickly, you reached your hand out toward your philodendron, sprouting large vines and using them to grab Logan's wrists, holding him in place.

"(y/n), I don't have a lotta time," he grunted, struggling against their hold, to no avail, "Let me go..."

"For eight months," you started, voice small as you approached him, "I thought you were dead."

Logan halted his thrashing, turning to you with a softened look.

Your expression was now one of hurt rather than rage.

"I know the work you do... and after three months of nothing I started thinking the worst..."

You stopped in front of him, turning to the large array of plants carefully placed around the room, making the apartment look more like a greenhouse than anything.

"I used every damn plant in my range to try and find you... and when I got nothing, I knew that you were gone."

Suddenly, you poked a finger into his chest, eyes glazed with relief as you looked upon his face.

A face you'd never thought you'd see again.

"So no... you do not get to come back after all this time just to see me."

Slowly, your hold on his wrists began to loosen, and he lowered his hands, stepping forward to stand right in your space.

"You're a selfish... narcissistic... cocky son of a bitch, and—"

Logan suddenly snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

"And?"

You swallowed thickly, staring up at him with your glassy, doe eyes.

"And I hate you."

He chuckled, leaning down to ghost his lips over your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

"I love you, too, dollface."

And before you could even retort, his lips were on yours, roping you right back into him.

The kiss was hungry... passionate. Like he'd been waiting a lifetime to get his hands on you again.

And he had.

Never in his wildest dreams did Logan ever believe he'd be able to kiss you again... to have you in his arms.

It was worth the detour and more.

Honestly, even if he didn't manage to save the world, he'd die a happy man.

With a gasp, you both broke away from the kiss, your chest heaving as you looked up at the man—who was looking down at you like you'd just hung the sun in the sky.

Slowly, his calloused hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb smoothing over your cheekbone.

"(n/n)... I'm gonna tell you some instructions, and you gotta trust me and follow them to the letter,, alright?" Logan started, seriously.

"What? Logan, what are you—?"

"Please," he pleaded. "I know you don't deserve the shit I put you through, but believe me when I tell you that you need to listen to what I have to say..."

Letting out a slow sigh, you agreed, nodding for him to continue.

"In a month, I want you to pack up your things. Your cloths, your plants, all of it, and travel up to Westchester County, New York," he explained, pulling a crumpled card out his jacket pocket. "Go to this address, and you'll find these guys."

He turned to point at Charles and Hank, who were still standing in the doorway, awkwardly.

"Hello," Hank waved, sweetly.

"They have a huge mansion... and you gotta stay there until I can find my way back."

"Find your way back?" you asked, confused, as you took the card from his hand. "Logan, I don't understand... I don't even know who these guys are..."

"You just have to trust me, doll," he assured, his free hand carding through your hair. "Besides, I don't like you bein' in the city by yourself, anyway—" "We really should be going now," Charles chimed, clearing his throat.

Logan let out a sigh, turning back to you and scanning over your face a final time.

God, you were so beautiful.

"Wait for me a little longer?" he asked, nervous.

But to his surprise, you smiled, your hand sliding down to hold his, smoothing your thumb over his knuckles.

"Against my better judgement..." you sighed, lightheartedly. "You better come back to me, Logan."

He cracked a grin, placing a feather-light kiss on your hairline.

"I always do."

bonus !! The three men didn't even make it halfway down the hallway before Logan turned to the two, his hardened expression a complete contrast from the smile he flashed you before he left.

"Listen up," he started, voice dangerously low. "Either of you try to make moves on my girl while I'm gone, I will personally come back and mount your head on a spike. Consequences be damned."

Quickly, Charles used what little power he had to scan over Logan's mind, checking to see if he truly meant what he said.

And he did.

In fact, he was so dead serious about the threat that it actually scared Charles quite a bit.

"Got it?"

Charles and Hank turned to each other, sharing the same knowing look.

"Yup."

"Absolutely."

[01zfan]

glasses | s. es

nerd!eunseok x reader | 6.4k words

eunseok in glasses does something incredibly crazy to me…

contains: blowjob, the reader kinda plots on him im ngl LMFAO

glasses: one | two

eunseok pushes his glasses up by the thin metal resting over the bridge of his nose. the slides projected onto the whiteboard in front of him is no longer a blur, but he still has to narrow his eyes to see the table containing the numbers. eunseok convinces himself that he’s tired and that his constant need to refocus his eyes would be cured by a long nights rest. he doesn’t even want to consider having to schedule an appointment to the optometrist. the thought of being on the phone is already nauseating enough, but having to remember his insurance and speak in a cheery voice? 

“i rather die.” eunseok mumbles to himself, barely above a whisper as he looks to the board and then back to his notebook.

he rather wait for the semester to be over and then get his mother to schedule the appointment for him when he goes back home. all eunseok would have to do is bump into a few things around the house and squint a little harder and his mom would have the appointment marked on the fridge by the end of the night. 

eunseok was too busy looking back and forth between his notebook and the whiteboard to notice you tapping the eraser end of your pencil against your notebook. the sound was usually enough to get the attention of eunseok, a quick look back to show his annoyance. you would see the irritation subtly on eunseok’s face in the form of a furrowed eyebrow or a side eye—but each time he realized it was you he would smooth out his features and go back to looking forward. 

almost always you would grant eunseok the silence, let him focus in the tiny secluded area of the lecture hall where you two sat. occasionally when the people surrounding you two actually felt like participating in class instead of shopping on their computer you wouldn’t do it at all. but when you were feeling extra annoying and feeling extra desperate for a sliver of eunseok’s attention you would go back to tapping on the paper of your notebook. you would tap it even louder, watching the back of eunseok’s head as he shifted from side to side trying to tune the noise out. when he tilted his head to the side you knew he was in your trap and all you had to do was lean your head against your fist and sigh.

the sound of exasperation was always enough to set eunseok off—if that’s what you could even call it. his evidence of being ticked off was only turning around in his seat and looking at you the same way he did before. from the moment he turned around in his seat you could already see his annoyed face crumbling, his narrowed eyes focused on your moving pencil in an attempt to show you he wasn’t mad at you but rather what you were doing. you still continued to tap your pencil against the blank page, pretending to look at the board while all of your attention was actually on him.

you played your little games with eunseok and you played them well. you knew he had the tendency to sit in the secluded parts of lecture halls and lock himself away in his apartment playing games. you knew that his eyesight was shit and that he never talked to anyone ever, much less anyone of the opposite sex.

you wanted him so bad. 

the fact that he was completely clueless to it made you want him even more. 

you didn’t know how to deal with it anymore. you never leaned towards a specific male archetype, but the common denominator between all of them is that they were always easy to read. you had experience in men that screamed they had experience—even if that wasn’t always the case. you knew that when you were going over to their place to take notes it would end with you on your knees or them between your legs, but with eunseok, it was different. when you went over to look at his notes you actually ended up taking notes. when you went over to hang out, you would always end up on his neatly made bed with no underwear on while he played some game on his computer. 

eunseok was so painfully honest it made him unpredictable. you didn’t know if he was so patient with you due to attraction or if he was a nice person. you didn’t know if he blushed because he was picking up on your flirting or if his rosacea was flaring. you didn’t know if he stiffened when your hand brushed against his because he liked you or if you were invading his personal space.

your friends didn’t even believe eunseok was into the opposite sex. each time you would tell your them about another sexless encounter, they would only shake their heads and laugh.

“that man is gay.” giselle would say, looking at her lunch tray.

“gay as fuck.” yunjin would agree. 

but you didn’t believe it. they were never there to see eunseok respond to your wide eyes and profuse apologies with a flushed face and a quiet it’s okay. they didn’t see the way he opened doors for you or would clear his throat and avoid eye contact after you told him how good he was at his little games. you knew there was something there, and that people like eunseok just needed a little push. 

so when class was dismissing and eunseok was throwing his backpack over his shoulder your eyes followed him and you cleared your throat.

“eunseok.” you said.

instantly he turned to face you. he stopped in the middle of grabbing his jacket and you bit you looked down at you desk to stop yourself from smiling. 

“i know there’s that assignment due tonight,” you paused just to bask in his full attention. “i don’t really understand it.”

eunseok is grabbing his jacket out from the folded seat beside him as he nods his head. he grips the collar and focuses on it when he speaks.

“you can come over, i just might be—”

“playing league?” you ask.

when eunseok’s entire face goes red before nodding sheepishly, and you laugh as you start packing your own things.

by the time your computer is in your bag you have already made up your mind that you make your move tonight. he doesn’t make it obvious that he is waiting for you at the end of the rows of chairs but he moves a little slower when he sees you still packing up. you move a little faster because of it and eunseok cuts his eyes away from you to look down the classroom towards the door. 

on the days after class where you would follow eunseok back to his apartment he would always walk ahead of you. you didn’t know why he did it, forcing you to follow behind him like a lost puppy as he walked quickly across campus. eunseok would only toss looks over his shoulder towards you like he half expected you to give up and go back to your dorm instead. but you have your mind set and you follow behind him quietly all the way back to his place. eunseok lets you get in front of him as he heads up the stairs, and you watch him shuffle in the pockets of his sweats before pulling out his keys. he fumbles with them a little and almost drops them when you purposely get closer to him.

“make yourself comfortable.” eunseok closes the door behind you and kicks his shoes off. “i have some food in my fridge too.” he adds.

you silently nod while you kick off your own shoes. eunseok was so quick to leave the dorms to get his own place that he didn’t care to buy furniture. when you walked into his place in the living room there was only a loveseat and a television that sat on the floor unplugged. his kitchen didn’t have a table due to the fact that eunseok ate all of his food sitting at his computer desk. you remember bringing up how bizarre it was that eunseok only had one set of dishes.

“i don’t expect people to come over.” he always said.

each time he would only look at you confused as if you were the weird one for wanting to sit at a table to eat. but the lack of furnishing in eunseok’s apartment always gave you the excuse to go into his room and sit on his bed. so you two did your little dance that ended with eunseok sitting in his gaming chair and you sliding onto his bed. 

he casted another glance your way as his computer came to life. you started pulling things out of your backpack to pretend like you were going to do anything besides think about eunseok and making a move on him. after a beat of you only having your things out on his bed eunseok reached into his backpack and pulled out his journal. he opened it to the notes about the assignment and scooted his gaming chair over to you. he got up in his seat slightly, leaning to your body to show you his notes.

“this is what i wrote about the assignment.” you made it painfully obvious you were looking at the side of his face and not the notes that would help you with the assignment you already turned in. “let me know if you need help, okay?” he said.

eunseok turned his head and cleared his throat when he noticed you staring. he hesitated for a moment, as if he was unsure on what to completely do. but you cut him some slack and cleared your throat too before turning back to your textbook and notebook.

i will.” you said.

you got comfortable and moved to lay on your stomach while eunseok scooted back to his computer. he wasn’t sure if there was something in the air as he opened up discord and asked his friends if they were free to play. he had spent his whole life being more or less invisible, but now it seemed like he was in your sights all the time. he didn’t even think his bestfriend was in his apartment as much as you were. you were never in his living room—granted he didn’t have much to do outside of his bedroom—you opted to sit on his bed that he was forced to make every morning now. eunseok knew he had no reason to impress you, but he couldn’t stop himself from neatly making his bed every morning in the off chance you would invite yourself over after class. he had to game to distract himself from the fact that there was a dangerously pretty girl laying on his bed. he didn’t believe his eyes each time he took a glance behind to see you, and he knew his friends wouldn’t believe it either.

while eunseok cued up for a game, you let yourself come to a boiling point behind him. in any other case you would’ve felt ridiculous for trying to subtly seem as appealing as possible to someone. you laid on your stomach, you flipped over, you made as much noise as possible in an effort to get him to look at you. when you finally got up and rested on your haunches the nervousness started sinking in. embarrassment should’ve been coursing through your veins as you pushed your chest forward and practiced the sultry look in your eye and your flirtatious script over and over again. you should’ve felt pathetic at the effort you were putting forward while eunseok continued to play on his computer without a single clue. you knew you were in too deep when even the thought of him being disgusted at your advances didn’t deter you.

“eunseok.” you said it quietly, trying to pierce between the sound of his air conditioner and his fingers that were tapping on his mouse and keyboard.

when he didn’t respond, you shuffled closer to the edge of his bed.

“eunseok.” you repeated.

eunseok’s head that was locked onto the computer moved to the side as he picked up your voice. you could tell by the rapid clicking that something important was happening in the game, but you liked seeing his head take a quick peak over his shoulder to see you in his peripheral.

“hmm?” eunseok’s head moved as he followed the fight. “do you need help?” he asked.

you were perched on his bed putting yourself on display for him while he was engrossed in a game. 

“yeah.” you lightly nodded your head and brought your hands to rest on your thighs. “i need help.” you said.

when the fight was over and eunseok’s screen froze you prepared yourself. you shuffled your body one last time as eunseok started turning in his seat.

“which part are you—”

eunseok froze in every sense of the word once he got a glimpse of you. he didn’t even turn all the way around in his chair before he stopped completely. part of his body was facing his computer screen as his eyes darted to your thighs that were pressed together, then to your chest as you shuffled in place again. the excitement replaced your embarrassment as you watched eunseok try to gather himself. 

“which part are you—” he pointed to his open composition book in front of you as he readjusted himself in his gaming chair. “which part are you having trouble with?” he asked.

you couldn’t help but tilt your head to the side at him. if he wasn’t so obvious readjusting himself you would’ve thought you had this all wrong. he still made the feeble attempt to talk about your work, as if you weren’t on the completely wrong page of your textbook and you didn’t even have a pencil out. but you played it out when you realized you finally had eunseok’s attention in the way you so desperately craved. he was yours completely, evident in the way he quickly pushed his headset off his ears to rest on his neck when you parted your lips to speak. 

you pretended like you were going to start your sentence twice, just to watch his eyes widen and see him slightly lean in so he wouldn’t miss a word. eunseok turned in his seat completely when you started sliding your legs over the edge of the bed. his eyes flitted to your thighs that were pressed together before going back up to your face.

“can i just show you?” you asked.

you liked playing this game. you felt achievement at the sight of blush fanning across his cheeks and lighting his ears crimson. you had to bite your lip to hide the smile when you saw eunseok run his palms down his sweatpants after he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“yeah.” he said quietly.

you slowly slid off of eunseok’s bed and felt the tension thicken. the journal and textbook on his bed was long forgotten as you got closer and closer to him. you focused on the lights of his headset and the low sound of people talking coming out of the headphones. eunseok focused on the newly exposed parts of your stomach as your shirt rode up your body. he focused on the soft skin of your stomach and the way you fit in your pants. a comfortable outfit you wore for class almost made him go crosseyed. when you were too close eunseok’s sweaty palms went from his sweats to gripping his armrest. he had to tilt his head up to follow you as you came closer and closer.

when you were as close as you could be, you looked down at eunseok sitting in his chair. his knuckles were white by the time you made it in front of him, and although his eyes were still fixed on your face, it seemed like he wasn’t looking at you fully. he didn’t dare to speak as his eyes darted from your nose to your eyebrow, then the spot on your neck that he always seemed to settle on. you reached out as an experiment, just to see him seize up and straighten his back. 

his gaming chair went back to accommodate his leaning weight, and you smiled. you let your hand rest on his cheek that was warm to the touch, and eunseok’s eyes got even wider. his pupils shook watching your every move, and his body started shaking like a leaf when your other hand went to his shoulder. you took the chance to lift your leg, and eunseok immediately brought his legs together to give you room. silently you clambered on his leaning gaming chair, your knees on either side of him as his hands gripped the armrest even tighter.

with eunseok frozen underneath you, you played with him some more. you innocently jostled his hair, fixing the dent in his locks caused by the headset. you tilted your head with a pout on your face, pretending not to notice the even deeper blush eunseok’s face and now neck was covered in. you brought your face even closer to his, earning a quick deep breath like he was prepping for something. instead you looked past eunseok to his computer screen. you saw the messaging app he had told you about before in passing, something used to communicate with his friends while they gamed together. you saw eunseok was in a voice call, the green rings lit up around people’s profile pictures periodically as you saw people ping eunseok in the text chat.

jinsu: we can’t end on a loss…

darkness: @eunseok HELLLLLLLLOOOOOO

haniiiii: was that a girl i heard in eunseok’s room or am i hearing things?

tonyangduck: you’re hearing things.

anton: if we don’t queue in five seconds i’m going to bed.

you drifted your hand down to eunseok’s shoulder, smoothing out the fabric of his shirt. you saw his hands loosen on the armrest to rub his palms on the leather. you imagined his hands on you instead touching you in the same way. you were already making all the moves, you decided to wait patiently for it to become too much for eunseok until he touched you. so you eyes the lines of his neck upwards until you ended on his lips. you licked yours and you watched in amusement as eunseok’s tongue quickly did the same thing.

“can i kiss you?” you asked quietly.

you swore you saw the green rings around people’s icons light up and the increased sound of someone yelling through his headset. the chat suddenly went crazy, but you were focused on eunseok’s quickly nodding head. you smiled and looked at his lips and his eyes that were like saucers before you leaned in. you kept your eyes open a beat longer just to see how eunseok would prep himself for your lips. instantly his eyes were closed and he tilted his head to the side, so desperate and ready for you. you smiled into the kiss from the confidence boost, and brought your hand to his cheek to kiss him better.

eunseok’s lips were unmoving against yours at first. you couldn’t blame him, you purposely touched your lips to his light as a feather just to see his reaction. you were shamelessly experimenting on him in an effort to drive him as crazy as he’s made you. eunseok puckered his lips and you placed a chaste kiss on his pout before pulling away slightly. you watched eunseok screw his eyes shut before they fluttered open slightly. behind his thick frames his face seemed magnified. you could see the whites of his eyes so clearly from here, and how he looked at you with some much adoration. 

you pressed forward again, this time coming so close to eunseok’s face you felt his lenses against your skin. you kept your lips unmoving against his and tilted your head to the side. when you felt one of eunseok’s hands leave his armrest to sit on the bare skin of your waist you finally started moving. your hand that rested on his cheek kept his face in place while you poked your tongue out to run it over his bottom lip. eunseok stiffened underneath you and at the same time you let your weight fully settle on him. his grip on your waist tightened when you felt his dick in his sweats press against your cunt.

just as you were driving eunseok crazy, you started losing even more of your mind. having him right where you wanted—where you needed—him for so long made your desperate. you didn’t stop kissing him as you started lightly lifting your hips to settle them back on eunseok’s. your other hand that wasn’t on his face clutched his shoulder as you started tilting your head to shove your tongue in his mouth. when you got a breathless moan from eunseok after pressing down your hips exceptionally hard you started sucking on his bottom lip and grazing them with your teeth. eunseok finally started gripping your waist with a force that matched your desperation. you opened your eyes to see him lost in you, completely unaware that his thick frames were foggy. his hand drifted down to your ass to keep you in place on his lap. you had to put a hand on his shoulder to push him away when you felt him lift his hips upwards to meet yours.

eunseok opened his eyes after taking in a deep breath of air. you watched his chest rise and fall in his white tee as he blinked rapidly. hi slips were sheen with sweat and his flushed face started becoming splotchy. you started smiling while trying to regain your breath when you noticed eunseok’s hand stayed on your ass while his other one still tightly gripped his armrest. he was completely silent, you could see his eyes searching for what to do next behind the fog. you flicked your head towards his computer screen before grinding your hips back down on his.

“you should probably get that right?” you asked.

instantly eunseok is twisting in his chair, typing something before closing out of everything and turning the monitor off. you stayed on his lap, enjoying the view of eunseok looking at his computer while you held onto him for stability. 

when he twists back in his chair facing his bed his hands don’t go back to your hips. his glasses still have fog on the lower part of the lens, and you can get over how eunseok looks for you in this current state. out of breath with his swollen lips. before you know it you reach your hand to his face and take off his glasses. you slide them on your face as you slide off his lap and onto the floor in front of him. 

instantly eunseok responds to you. he blinks his eyes rapidly to adjust to the change in his vision and he sits up a little more in his gaming chair. you keep your eyes on him, despite being able to barely see from his prescription. you imagine you look just the same as he did before with your pupils shaking behind his foggy and smudged lenses. when you’re completely on your knees in front of him eunseok reaches forward slightly and blindly shakes his head.

“you don’t have to.” he stammers 

eunseok scoots forward in his seat like he’s about to go down to the floor with you. your eyes go from the shy look on his face to his dick that jumps in his sweats with every move he makes. when you press your hands to his thighs wordlessly he stays in place. his hands ball into fists and your eyes widen at him submitting to you so fast. he already looks so grateful and already wrecked just from you being on your knees slotted between his legs—how could you not want to go further?

“i want to.” you say while your hands creep upwards to his waistband. “you have no idea.” you add.

eunseok truly had no idea. he thought at the most you were just using him for occasional help on your assignments. you seemed clueless in his presence, but he realized once you got high marks on your tests it was just a facade. ever since then, eunseok has been trying to figure out why you spent so much time with him. he never would’ve known that you wanted to kiss him and that you wanted to get down on your knees for him. he still didn’t believe it when you tugged at his waistband softly as a silent command for him to lift his hips off the gaming chair. eunseok listened to you immediately, and within seconds he felt his sweatpants pool at his ankles while his dick sprung straight up.

“oh my god.” eunseok sighed.

he leaned back fully into his gaming chair and brought his arm up to cover his eyes. he looked down from the crook in his elbow to see your blurry outline stare at his dick. he felt embarrassed as much as he felt relief when you wrapped your hand around the root of his dick. he bucked into your hand and pulsed in your grasp. he was lightheaded just from a touch and a stare.

“you’re big.” you said simply.

you still sounded amazed as you gave him simple strokes. eunseok couldn’t let go of his armrest as he felt you squeeze your hand around the tip of his dick. he didn’t know whether or not to be modest, if you wanted to hear the pitiful sounds he was holding back by biting his lip. all he could do was weakly move around in his gaming chair while he was completely at your mercy. for a moment everything else fell out. anticipation creeped over his body as he heard you shuffle forward. his computer whirred and his brain became fuzzy when he felt your lips press a kiss to his tip. eunseok’s whole body twitched. he didn’t realize what he was doing until he felt his legs press harshly against your sides, essentially caging you in.

you pulled back and pushed his glasses back up your nose. his precum made your hand glide up and down his dick, and eunseok was practically fucking your and while actively becoming weaker in front of you. but you still asked the question, speaking with a pout before looking up to his unfocused eyes.

“can i suck on your dick?” you asked

“please.” eunseok spoke immediately, his reservations crumbling as he scooted towards the edge of the bed. “if you want.” he begged.

you shuffled forward the rest of the way before taking him partially in your mouth. his tip pressed into your cheek and you could feel your skin protruding from you. you rested on hand on his shaking thigh before moving your head to take him deeper.

eunseok really will need a new glasses after this. the pair belong to you now. he will gladly go the rest of the semester—the rest of his life—without his frames if it means you’ll wear them. eunseok will use his poor vision as an excuse to come to your face as close as possible just to see his thin metal frames magnify your eyes. he will rely on his other senses, he is already getting used to it. eunseok smells your shampoo carried by the wind each time you bob your head. he hears you gagging on him and the wet sounds of your hand as you jerk off what you can’t reach. he tastes the remnants of your lip gloss and chapstick on his lips, he’s already fallen into the habit of licking his lips to taste you faintly. 

the only sense that betrays him is touch. because eunseok knows one hand is gripping the root of his dick and the other is softly pressing into his thigh, but when you gently kiss his tip again he swears he can feel you everywhere. your hand drifts to his taut stomach and the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. eunseok has to screw his eyes shut and tilt his head back to relieve the pressure. 

after you pull him from your mouth eunseok lets out a sigh that racks through his body. he feels your flushed skin against his thigh as you lay your cheek against him to recompose yourself. your hand makes up for the loss of your mouth, but eunseok selfishly wishes he was feeling your warm tongue lave his dick again. he is still a mess and still satisfied regardless, evident in the way his body shakes. he’s sensitive everywhere. he’s hyperaware of his nipple that graze his white tee every time he lets out a particularly labored breath. 

he feels you speed up your hand, and he can’t stop the noises from slipping past his lips. hisses and whines join with the wet sound of your hand on his shaft. he feels your laugh vibrate against his thigh, abnd you playfully lean forward. when your teeth graze a vein at the root of his dick he hisses and twitches. 

“sorry for laughing.” eunseok grips the armrest a little tighter hearing your hoarse voice. “you’re just too cute.” he hears you say.

eunseok tries to will himself to speak, but taking away his eyesight completely makes him focus on everything else even more. he heard the hesitancy behind your compliment, and he feels you nervously shift on your knees. he wants to reach out at pat your head, or to caress your cheek the same way you did to him but he just can’t bring himself to look. he blindly reaches out his hand, aiming for any part of you. he can feel the familiar metal rim of his—your—glasses against his middle finger and pushes them up. he can feel your cheeks raise against his leg and hears your breathy giggle again.

“thanks eunseok.” 

he lets his hand gently rest on your cheek. he can feel the tears in the corner of your eye under his index finger and the spit collecting at the corner of your mouth underneath his thumb. he feels you all over him again, a prickling sensation that starts in his stomach and spreads across his entire body.

for a moment eunseok just focuses, his eyebrows furrow as he stares at the back of his eyelids and he tries to will away the sweat that begins to bead at his hairline. he feels like a bottle of coke being shaken, on the verge of making an embarrassing mess.

“do you like when i wear your glasses?” 

eunseok’s eyes snap open at the desperation in your voice. he can practically hear your pout, he imagines the look on your face you’d always get when focusing on a problem in class. he looks down at you and even if his vision is blurred he swears he can see you clearly. he can see your face so vividly laying on his flexing thigh as you pick up the pace of your hand. he can see your teary eyes behind his thick frames and your sniffling nose. eunseok presses his hand slightly into your face as he swallows thickly.

“i like it alot.” he says, way weaker than he expected.

he sees your smile. he feels the end of your lip curling underneath his thumb.

“what else do you like?” eunseok hears your taunting tone as you tighten your grip. his back comes from the chair as he lets out another groan and you lift your head from his thigh. “i like compliments, ya know.” you say.

just when eunseok figures out something else to say you take him all the way back in your mouth, until your nose and the metal bridge of his glasses press against his stomach. he can feel you gagging around him and he almost chokes on his own words.

“i like you.” eunseok says. his hand is still on your cheek as you go up and down. his other hand digs into the armrest so hard his nails bend. “so pretty and smart. even if you act like you’re not.” he adds.

your laugh causes you to vibrate around his dick. if you didn’t preemptively have your hand pressed against his thigh eunseok would’ve bucked into your mouth again. he just shakes his head as he becomes overwhelmed. your teeth graze his length again and eunseok opens his mouth as aah aah aah slips past his lips.

when eunseok feels his tip prodding your cheek again he loses it. his balls tighten and he feels a cold sweat line his body.

“i’m close,” eunseok feels you all over his body again as he hits the back of your throat. “where can i?” he asks.

eunseok looks down and despite his terrible eyesight, he can tell you’re looking directly at him. your eyes pierce through the fog, and although you don’t answer him you show no signs of stopping. you pick up your pace, loosening everything so eunseok hits the back of your throat. he starts vibrating in his seat, his headset that was around his neck slips off and falls behind his back.

“wait a second.” eunseok stutters. 

he remembers his terrible diet lately consisting of instant ramen and energy drinks as you gag on his length again. he lifts himself up from the chair as he feels your hands massage his balls. he’s going to burst at the seams and you don’t seem to care. you don’t even notice the poor state he’s in until eunseok detaches his shaking and suddenly weak hand from the armrest to hold the other side of your face. he can feel your slack jaw in his hands, and his vision gets blurry again when you hollow out your cheeks and suck harder. your stronger hand over his keeps him from pulling you off, and your in my mouth, i don’t care if it tastes like battery acid is muffled by eunseok’s twitching dick. he can only helplessly rut into your mouth as his face scrunches up and heavy pants rattle his chest.

when eunseok releases, it’s first a prolonged groan. he thinks it’s the loudest he’s ever been his whole life when the first spurt paints the inside of your cheek. he doesn’t know if you can even taste him on your tongue, he’s convinced it slips right down your throat as you continue bobbing your head up and down. eunseok’s body becomes so loose as he continues to cum that his hand is limp against your face. the only thing that keeps him there is your hand that’s wrapped around his index and middle finger tightly. the rest of his hand useless twitches against your cheek as he slumps further and further into his gaming chair. all of his senses are kicked into overdrive, it’s so overwhelming eunseok thinks he might burst into flames with you between his legs.

when everything fizzles out, and eunseok fights through the blur in his mind and can form a thought beyond your name, you still continue to suck on his tip. he. has to regain his strength to pull your off of him, and he isn’t sure anything is real until he hears the quiet pop of you releasing him and his limp wet dick slapping his stomach. 

his head lulls to the side and he can see the blurry outline of your tongue peaking out past your lips.

“sorry.” eunseok says sheepishly.

“don’t be.” eunseok feels your hand let go of his to wipe your lips. “i liked it.” you say.

eunseok feels both of your hands press into his relaxed thighs. he hears you quietly whimper, and suddenly eunseok remembers you have been on your knees on his hardwood floor for too long. instantly he regains his strength to give you support by holding your forearms. he helps you up, and his freakishly finds satisfaction in the tiny sounds you make from your legs being in an unnatural position for a prolonged period of time.

in seconds eunseok is looking up at you again, only difference it’s harder to see you. he is also painfully aware that you are still fully dressed and seem fine while he has his pants down at his ankles and his cheeks are still burning red. eunseok is forced to see the effect you have on his clearly when your hands take your glasses off and gently put them on his face. 

he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he sees you perfectly. your lips are swollen and glossy, your face shines from the blue light from his computer screen. he can’t stop himself from pulling at your forearm until you come all the way back down to him. he also can’t stop himself from bringing his other hand to your chin and bringing your face to meet his. he doesn’t pull away from you even when he runs out of breath and you have to hold onto his armrest for balance.

when you pull away eunseok watches you run a hand down his face affectionately before you kiss the tip of his nose. he tastes himself on his tongue as you grab his headset from behind his back and put it back on his ears. he ignores the light that indicates they’re still on as you turn his monitor back on. your hand pulls back when the screen lights back up. eunseok watches your eyes widen before you laugh.

“what?” he asks, still looking up to you.

“your friends are trying to talk to you, i think.” you say, still laughing.

eunseok reluctantly pulls away from you to turn in his seat. his eyes widen just like yours when he sees the recent messages.

anton: nah no way…

tonyangduck: GTFO OF VC @eunseok

jinsu: eunseok ur nasty as hell.

tarotime: what i miss?

eunseok felt his body heat up again as you reread the chat over and over again trying to hold back your laugh.

he really needed to get a new pair of glasses.

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[moonstruckme]

Omg i love your Dr. Remus fics so much, i’m literally obsessed! I had this idea but idk if it makes sense…

Is there any way that you can write one where the reader is getting treated at the hospital and the IV that remus places causes a burst vein or has a bad reaction to some medication. Neither are Rem’s fault- how could he have known you were allergic to that medication?

Cue angst as remus stays by your side and comforts you, while you reassure him that you’re alright and there’s love and comfort all around.

thanks for checking this out bestie ❤️

Thank you for requesting my love

cw: hospital, mention of IV and anaphylaxis

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 465 words

Remus is emanating guilt. His thumb moves over the top of your hand, just short of your IV like he can protect you from it belatedly. You love him so much it hurts. 

“I’m feeling a lot better,” you say. Your voice sounds far less hoarse than it had. 

He gives you a smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. “Yeah? That’s great.” 

“Do you think I might be able to go home today?” 

Remus’ expression creases, guilt burrowing further into the indent between his brows. “I don’t know, sweetheart. I’d like to think so, but we still have to kick the infection and we may want to observe you overnight.” He kisses your knuckles apologetically. “You know I’ll stay with you either way.” 

You give him your own miniature smile. “Thanks.” 

He echoes it back, and you both fall quiet. 

“You couldn’t have known I was allergic to that stuff,” you say gently. 

Remus’ lips press together in a line. “I know.” 

“I mean, even I had no idea. It wasn’t on any records or anything.” 

“I know, dove. Thanks.” 

Another silence lapses. You watch your boyfriend, who looks down at the sheets of your hospital bed. You squeeze his fingers. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

Remus puffs out a sigh. Gives you a sad smile. “I guess I’m thinking that I’m rather selfish.” 

It pangs like an insult against you, right in the center of your chest. “What?” 

“I see people go into anaphylaxis all the time,” he says, thumb still running over your knuckles absentmindedly, “but it’s never been as scary for me as when it happened to you just now. I almost forgot what to do.” 

“You didn’t, though,” you reassure him, leaning forward to ask for a kiss. Remus obliges you, and his lips are warm and sweet against yours. “You fixed it. You always do.” 

He dots a kiss onto the bridge of your nose. “I never like seeing you in pain,” he admits, “and seeing how scared you were, too…it was hard.” 

Your gut twists. “I’m sorry,” you say. 

Remus tsks. “What’re you sorry for, sweetheart? You were the one having an allergic reaction that I gave you.” 

“Yeah, by using medicine to try and save me from an infection my stupid body gave itself.” 

“Well,” he says, tone warming with amusement, “that’s hardly fair.” 

“Yeah, doesn’t seem fair to either of us. Truce?” 

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, lovesick even when he’s pretending not to be. “Truce,” he agrees. He gives your fingers a fond squeeze. 

“Good.” You smile at him. “I think our first act of allyship should be busting me out of here before anyone tries to make me stay the night. What do you think?” 

Remus huffs a laugh. “I’ll see what I can do.” 

[bumblesimagines]

Curiosities

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

Summary: King Aegon keeps his word and uses his power as the king to get what he desires. His decision flips (Y/N)'s world on its axis.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

TW/CW: Typical GoT/HOTD warnings, mild slutshaming, implied homophobia (the Faith), mentions of child exploitation/abuse, mentions/implications of sexual and physical abuse toward sex workers, mentions of child/teen-adult relationships, takes place in S2 and while it doesn't follow the latest episodes as of currently beware of spoilers

These warnings keep getting longer and longer 😮‍💨

Divider from @targaryen-dynasty!

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The members of the Small Council rose to their feet when Aegon strode into the room; uneasy glances and frowns being exchanged when they took in the skip in his step and the wide smile dangling from his lips. He had something in mind, something that most certainly wouldn't do them any good if it came from Aegon Targaryen of all people. 

"Good morrow," Aegon greeted them, setting his hands over the armrests of his chair and settling down comfortably at the end of the table. The council members tentatively sat down, dipping their heads in greeting and exchanging more glances. He raised his hand when Lord Jasper went to speak, effectively silencing the man. "Before we begin, I'd like to bring up the subject of taking an official paramour. These last few days have been... hard, to say the least, but I believe my pain has been soothed."

"Your Grace," Alicent began, her eyes fluttering shut in exasperation and chest falling with a heavy sigh. "I believe it's far too soon to be taking a mistress, much less the proper time with war brewing on the horizon. You are without an heir for the moment, so I understand the desire to-" 

"This is hardly about heirs or children, Mother." Aegon cut in swiftly, his back pressing against the chair and jaw ticking with a smidge of annoyance. "I want this. I will have this, one way or another. I am merely... informing you all." 

Clearing his throat, Maester Orwyle regarded his king with a small smile. "Perhaps knowing the name of your lover will soothe worries, Your Grace. Does she reside in the Red Keep? What house is she from? We certainly wouldn't want to bring any offense to her family during this time. Many fathers are oft' protective of their daughters and would find it insulting for one to become a mere mistress." 

"You're in luck then," Aegon grinned widely, his thumb rubbing against one of the many rings adorning his fingers. He took in the perplexed and curious looks on each of their faces, savoring their undivided attention. He swiped his tongue over his lips and reached forward toward his goblet, tilting it toward the cupbearer and listening to the heavenly sound of wine being poured. "For my lover and future paramour does not come from any noble family." He couldn't help but giggle, taking a sip from his wine. "He comes from the Street of Silk." 

Silence followed his revelation, each of the council members staring at him in complete and utter shock. His mother moved first, her folded hands unlacing so she could rub the bridge of her nose. Her eyes squeezed shut, lips rolling into her mouth to prevent any unsavory words from spilling out. Lord Jasper reached for his goblet next, drinking every last drink in it and motioning for some more while Maester Orwyle and Lord Tyland blinked at him in astonishment. 

"Y-Your Grace," Maester Orwyle stuttered, "The Faith of the Seven views the act of-"

"The Faith views incest, bastardy, and prostitution sins as well, Grand Maester. Yet many of the men sitting at this very table are guilty of at least one of these things. Besides, I am of Targaryen blood and I am the King of Westeros, am I not? My grandsire King Jaehaerys put a law in place exempting those with Valryian blood from being judged, did he not?"

Aegon's smile shifted from genuine into a more daring one, his eyes burning into those of Maester Orwyle and any other council members who felt bold enough to look in his direction. "My word is law."

Alicent's eyes fluttered open and she leaned back in her chair, casting a glance at the rest of the council members. "Think of what you are asking-"

"I've made my decision, Mother." Aegon interrupted once more, smirking at the way she clenched her jaw, and turned his head to study his newest Hand, Ser Criston. The knight straightened up, ever so loyal, and Aegon smiled brightly. Finally, someone who wouldn't object. "I have some orders for you, Ser Criston."

Digging his teeth into the warm loaf of bread he'd been given, (Y/N) walked along the gravelly, muddy road in the direction of the Street of Silk. His breakfast had been a gift from a patron who frequented the brothel, one of the few good things of working where he did. Lavish gifts were expected from nobles who could afford whatever they desired, though they more often than not merely dressed their favorite workers up like little dolls.

The smallfolk could hardly compare but they provided the more necessary gifts; food, drinks, materials. It hardly had anything to do with genuine love or care, and more so the simple desire of holding the gift over his head, but (Y/N) would never be in a position to ignore free food.

Madam Sylvi had long stopped providing him with anything other than a place to bathe and sleep, claiming he was no longer a babe and had to provide for himself just as the rest of the smallfolk. She was a good madam, better than most brothel owners, and she tried to take care of all the women and men she took under her wing, but she couldn't be everywhere at once; and she couldn't kick out every patron that grew bolder or more sadistic. 

His eyes dragged away from the light gray clouds rolling overhead as he stepped into the Street of Silk, the sound of pleasure and music filling his ears from brothels accepting patrons. Eager men bustled up and down the street, jeering at those lingering by their respective brothels in hopes of enticing one to come inside. But still, things seemed more oddly quiet than usual, (Y/N) noted, and he soon realized why when he noticed the elegant carriage waiting outside of Madam Sylvi's brothel. 

Ripping the bread in his hand apart, he tossed one piece toward the child sitting in an alleyway, his ribs visibly showing throw his thin layer of dirty, ripped clothes. The child sprang to his feet and dug eagerly into the bread, his eyes lighting up with newfound life.

As (Y/N) shoved the rest of his bread into his mouth and quickened his step, he hoped one act of kindness would spare him later. He swallowed down the food, throat itching for water, and stopped by the large double doors where a fellow brothel worker stood by.

His lips parted to question her on the carriage but he winced when he noticed the darkening bruise on her cheek, staring near the corner of her lip and ending near her eye. Hardly seemed like an accident. Alise brushed her fingers over the purple skin, her dark eyes slightly watering and her nose scrunching up in pain.

"Was it Felir again?" He asked instead with a gentle sigh, taking a step toward her and sweeping back some of her blonde hair. 

"Always is." She responded with a sigh of her own, dropping her hand down toward her chest where her dress plunged enough to show most of her cleavage, finger hooking to drag it down even further. "He pays too well to be thrown out, though. I hear he's grown tired of his new wife now that she's grown heavy with child. I'm certain we'll be seeing him around more often when the babe comes."

"I'm sorry."

"You mustn't be." Alise dismissed with a wave of her hand. "Be thankful he has no interest in boys, otherwise he'd do a whole lot more than what the Targaryen's done to your neck." She reached out to push back the hood of his cloak and dragged her fingertips over the markings on his throat, an amused grin forming on her face until she winced and touched her cheek again. 

"You should rest." (Y/N) told her, giving her arm a delicate squeeze before he pushed open one of the large wooden doors leading into the brothel. The air still reeked of smoke, sweat, and drinks despite the open window but most of the brothel had been cleaned up and ready for another round of patrons. He and the others would be given a chance to rest and eat, although when he spotted the two men in their shining silver armor and long white cloaks, he suspected his day wouldn't be the same as the rest.

The Sworn Brotherhood - better known as Kingsguards - were sworn to never own land, take a wife, or father children so they could fully focus on their duty of protecting the king and the royal family. Of course, they were still men, and despite the sworn promise to remain as pure as fresh snow, most of them were regulars at brothels; but they never sought workers out in their uniforms, much less in broad daylight. It'd be asking for swift punishment.

"Here he is, the man you seek." Madam Sylvi announced with a smile full of feigned joy that only made his stomach drop. She rose from her chair swiftly, the long skirt of her dress swishing with her movements, and she hurried over to him, her arms sliding around his shoulders and head dropping to whisper in his ear. "The King has asked for you, sweet boy. I do not know why but you must mind your step and tread lightly." Her nails dug through the fabric covering his arms. 

Aegon.

"The King has ordered your swift removal from this.. establishment so that you may settle into your new apartments in Maegor's Holdfast as his new paramour. He asks that you only take belongings of sentimental value so we may escort you to your new home as quickly as possible. He's asked of us to assure you no harm or insult will come to you for as long as he reigns." One Kingsguard spoke, his voice largely devoid of emotion and stance rigid with alert, but he shifted his weight from foot to foot. He seemed nervous, perhaps flustered. At least he attempted to appear like a Kingsguard whereas his companion blatantly ogled one of the girls until subtly elbowed.

(Y/N) looked between the two men, his fingers curling around the skirt of Madam Sylvi's dress. It'd been years since he'd last clutched to her like a child, but he felt tremendously small under the unnerving stares from the two knights. "Sylvi," He exhaled, tearing his eyes away from the knights to look at her soft features. 

"Perhaps it will be temporary, until the anxieties and worries of war pass." She soothed softly but the subtle tremble of her voice gave away her real thoughts. Paramours could be replaced, they often were, but hardly any noble - much less a king - had ever so publicly announced their new lover. "Go collect your things, (Y/N). We mustn't make King Aegon wait." 

Madam Sylvi ushered him up the stairs toward the rooms on the second floor where workers without homes to return to slept. His legs moved automatically toward his room at the end of the hall, or rather... his old room.

The idea hadn't settled in fully, not yet. He'd called the brothel home for far too many years. He'd been born in one of the many rooms he walked past; he'd raced up and down the halls whilst playing games; he'd been bathed and clothed and doted on by many in the very place he now had to leave. 

"(Y/N)!" A squeaky voice called out, soft footsteps thumping after him. (Y/N) stopped by the door into his old room, hand hovering over the doorknob and head tilting to peer down at the girl rushing toward him. Lyla collided with his leg, her arms wrapping around it and her chin resting over his hip as she looked up at him with glittering blue eyes. "Are you leaving?" 

"Afraid so, Ly." (Y/N) answered, opening the door and stepping inside the familiar room. The girl of only thirteen followed him inside, her lips forming a pout. He still remembered when her first flowering had occurred, a sign she'd become a lady. Her maidenhood had been up for auction the following month and a stout fisherman had managed to be the highest bidder. (Y/N) had been the one to clean the blood from her legs and ensure she drank moon tea. 

With a heavy exhale, (Y/N) looked over his rather plain room. He'd never given it any thought to decorate it with things from around King's Landing, for many of his fellow workers had sticky fingers and an eye for beautiful things. His bed was big enough to fit his body and his blanket thick enough to keep him warm throughout winter. There were a few potted plants around the room, something he added for some color and life. Otherwise, everything would merely be wood-toned.

"Will you visit?" Lyla asked, seating herself in the middle of his bed and tugging at the ends of her dress as she crossed her legs. Her eyes followed him as he sorted through his clothes and belongings in search of anything he'd miss, only to conclude the single item he considered valuable was the bracelet wrapped around his wrist; a simple gift from Madam Sylvi but one he held dearly. 

"I... am not sure, Ly. I will try to, if... if they allow me." (Y/N) responded, kneeling down by his bed and blindly searching until his hand bumped into the small wooden box he kept. He slipped his fingers around it and rose back up to take a seat beside the young girl, lifting the lid to reveal the glittering jewelry hidden within. Lyla gasped softly and shuffled closer. 

"They're pretty!" 

"Gifts from countless men and women, noble and smallfolk alike. I have collected and hidden them throughout the years for they are of little use to me. But, now that I am leaving... I believe you should have them. Take a few for yourself, Ly, but hide them where no other will find them. You must tell Madam Sylvi that you wish to exchange the rest for coin. It should be enough for your aunt to pay her debts and you'll never have to come here for work again." (Y/N) instructed her, digging through the jewelry until he found a thin silver necklace and clipped it around her neck.

"Truly?" Lyla asked quietly, her eyes shimmering with tears. Her fingers glided along the necklace until they curled around it, squeezing it tight in her smaller hand. 

"Truly." (Y/N) nodded, setting the box on her lap and planting a kiss on her temple. His fingers brushed back some of her black curls, a bittersweet feeling bubbling in his chest at the tears that spilled down her round cheeks. An orphaned child so desperate to remain with the last of her family that she'd shown up on their doorstep asking for a job, first as a mere servant and then into something more horrid. 

With Lyla's future looking brighter than his, he stood from his bed and took one last look at his room before venturing out into the hall and down to the first floor. The knights awaited him by the doors, the younger one of the two once again distracted by those coming and going. The one who'd addressed him straightened up at the sight of him, his gaze dropping down to (Y/N)'s empty hands and the lack of luggage. 

"I have... little of value."

"Very well." The knight cleared his throat. "We must depart for the Red Keep, then."

(Y/N) had never been in a carriage before, and he had to admit it was an odd feeling. Many of the roads leading back toward the Red Keep were bumpy and far from easy to travel. He found himself holding onto the cushioned seat beneath him as his body lurched and swayed with the bumps and light shaking of the carriage, his fingers digging into the soft fabric in a vain attempt at stabilizing himself. How lords and ladies could withstand such dizzying rides was beyond him. 

When the carriage finally rolled to a smooth stop and the door on the side opened, the extent of the situation finally dawned on him. He'd never been to the Red Keep; Seven Hells, the only time he'd even stepped on the road leading up to the castle had been on his way to Fishmonger's Square.

But there he sat, in the main outer yard with the loud groaning of the main gate sliding closed behind him. He forced himself to step out of the carriage and out into the yard, the sight of servants, knights, and courtiers greeting him. 

"This way, my..." The knight trailed off and exchanged a wide-eyed look with his companion. (Y/N) was no courtier, no page or ward, no lordling with lands and titles. He was merely... a prostitute; a whore as patrons loved to call him and his friends. Everyone around them seemingly came to the same conclusion, their stares becoming scrutinizing or pitiful. 

"(Y/N)," He said quietly, tugging his cloak further over his shoulders, suddenly feeling extremely aware of how plain his clothes seemed in comparison to the courtiers lingering around. He prayed the hood covered his neck from prying eyes. "Call me (Y/N), Ser." 

The knight nodded, his helmet slipping further down his head with his movements. It seemed the new Lord Commander of the Kingsguard had chosen... a questionable lot for the job. (Y/N) dug his teeth into the tip of his tongue and lowered his head, an action that'd become second nature to him whenever he left the brothel, for drawing attention to yourself in the city was asking to be robbed or killed. It hardly helped him inside the castle, however. Those they walked by stared and whispered amongst themselves, blatantly motioning in his direction while doing so.

(Y/N) saw the look in their eyes, the way they turned their noses up and scoffed as if his mere presence brought a stain to the castle. Nobles believed themselves to be better than those who worked to provide everything they required, and it was that sense of ego that often made them the best customers; for a simple stroke of their ego had them spilling more coin than they could count. Most of them were fools, even with the high education they received, (Y/N) knew this well. Appearing timid and meek did people little favors in Flea Bottom, even less so among the nobility. 

Madam Sylvi had been right. He had to tread lightly. 

After a long walk through many hallways and staircases, the knights finally stopped before two large oak doors and simultaneously pushed them open to reveal the bedchambers within. "Your apartments... (Y/N)." One spoke rather awkwardly, vaguely motioning with his hand for him to enter. (Y/N) stepped into the room and stopped, blinking at the size alone. 

His... 'apartments' were even larger than the brothel if the two floors combined into one. On the far right end elevated by a small platform sat a luxurious-looking bed large enough to fit at the very least five people with a wooden canopy holding sheer curtains at the sides. Near the bed sat a desk with blank papers and a quill ready to be used alongside beautifully carved wooden chests for storage whilst on the opposite side stood a large closet.

In the center of the room, a beautiful rug with flower designs covered most of the floor, long couches and comfortably looking seats atop with a dining table set nearby. Lined along the walls were numerous paintings and shelves, some filled with books and others empty.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the large open window at the left side of the room that overlooked part of the city and ocean, a gentle breeze flowing in from it. Near the window sat a bronze tub on one side and a few more chairs by a fireplace on the other. Extremely extravagant, he had to admit, but far too much for a single person. His old room seemed pebble-sized in comparison. 

"I am Ser Corlin and I will be stationed outside at all times if you ever require my presence or assistance. I will follow you wherever you must go and am sworn to give my life for you if needed as King Aegon has assigned me as your Sworn Shield." (Y/N)'s brows furrowed and he whirled around to face the more talkative of the two knights, his eyes flickering to the other one when he dipped his head and left. Ser Corlin seemed a well enough protector, if not a little young. 

"Why would I need a... 'Sword Shield'?" He hardly knew what that meant, but based on Ser Corlin's words it appeared to be quite the important job. "I am merely... I am hardly important enough to need protection, Ser." 

"You are King Aegon's paramour; the only one of many to be given such attention. We cannot know for sure if any envious past lovers may wish ill upon you or if Rhaenyra the Cruel will attempt to harm you to cause our king further strife." Ser Corlin explained, shuffling aside to allow a few maids into the room. He dipped his head, providing no further information, and shut the door behind him. 

"How wonderful." (Y/N) exhaled, hands undoing the laces of his cloak and carefully tugging it off his shoulders. One maid sprang into action, collecting the cloak from his arms and looking over the muddied ends with a thoughtful look. He blinked at her, watching her dip her head similarly to Ser Corlin and slip out of the room. Were they... bowing? To him? 

"I'm Laerra," The eldest looking between the maids spoke before motioning to the other three with her. "These are Eliza, Shana, and Marya. We will be primarily tending to your needs: bathing, changing, cleaning, and fulfilling any requests you ask of us. His Grace wished for you to be changed into some of the clothing stored in the closet, if we may?" 

"I... am not a child. I can change myself." 

"It would be better if we did it for you, My Lord." The round-faced redhead, Eliza, spoke next, a hint of meekness in her voice. The usage of a title made him grimace but if it made things easier on the servants, he'd deal with it, he supposed.

Pursing his lips, (Y/N) sighed and nodded, finding no use in arguing with the customs of nobility. The maids moved swiftly; one of them filled a basin with water and warmed it by the fireplace, another fetched the clothes, and the remaining two began removing his clothes.

They worked diligently and quickly, a focused look passing over each of their faces. Shana scrubbed and dried his skin with a rag she dipped into the basin, getting his skin rid of any sweat and dirt it accumulated during his trip in the city, giving herself a nod of approval when she finished. Eliza scooped his old clothes into her arms and disappeared from his room as Marya and Laerra began dressing him in soft fabrics. 

"Imported fabrics and cloths from Dorne and some of the Free Cities, My Lord," Marya revealed when he eyed the white undershirt, the soft fabric rubbing nicely against his skin as they put him in a dark green overshirt. When they slipped gem-adorned rings on his fingers, she added, "Gemstones from Pentos. The King wished for nothing else than beautiful." 

"Thank you." He told them, feeling pampered yet suffocated. "I-... You.. may go. I'd like time alone, if I may." 

"Shall we bring you some wine? Perhaps some lemon cakes, as well?" Laerra questioned but when he waved them off, they all dipped into a curtsy and ushered themselves out of the room, plunging it into heavy silence that loomed over him like a storm cloud. It was too much, all of it. The room, the clothes, the accessories. He'd had a perfectly fine life in the Street of Silk, despite everything he witnessed and experienced. 

(Y/N) tugged the rings from his fingers, scattering them across the dining table, and undid the buttons of his overshirt to pull it off and drape it over a chair. He had little need for such things, for so many layers. He collapsed on one of the chairs and braced his arms over the table, his eyes drifting over to the window. His ears strained to catch the bustle of the city but the wind was all he heard, amongst muffled chatter and footsteps from the hallway outside. 

"Gods," He sighed and ran a hand over his face, slumping back in the chair. "What have I gotten myself into?" 

(Y/N) hardly had any time to process before the doors swung open and Ser Corlin's voice echoed into the room, "Dowager Queen Alicent Hightower." His lips pressed together tightly, teeth digging into his inner bottom lip and a heavy exhale escaping through his nose. The Gods lacked mercy for him, it seemed. 

"Your Grace," (Y/N) greeted, standing up from the chair and bending at the waist when he turned around to face her. Queen Alicent (was she to be referred to as Dowager Queen? There were far too many titles) strode into his room with an air of grace, her dark eyes sliding over to him while her features remained blank.

Queen Alicent was beautiful with long dark auburn hair that'd been tied back and cascaded along her back, big brown eyes that studied him closely, and a slender figure. She appeared youthful, and he had to remind himself she had most of her children before reaching the age of twenty. 

"You must be (Y/N)." She spoke softly, her voice soothing and gentle. "I apologize for the sudden intrusion... amongst other things. I am aware my son feels quite fondly of you despite your former job. I must admit I was quite caught off guard when he announced his decision to move you here, into the Red Keep rather than housing you elsewhere as most other nobles do with their... lovers. May I ask what your family believes of this? I cannot say they will be welcomed if they seek riches." 

"I was born in Madame Sylvi's brothel. I do not know my father as my mother likely took many lovers a week to know for certain." 

Queen Alicent's brows furrowed, her long fingers ghosting over the hand of her hand to begin toying with one of her rings. "Likely? You.. you do not know your mother? How is that so?"

"I was never told." (Y/N) shrugged. "As a babe, I was passed around to whomever had the milk to feed me. My mother never claimed me as her own, but I'm sure she tended to me at one point or another. The women there never cared to tell me who amongst them had birthed me. They were all my mothers, I suppose. I can assure you they'd only approach me for favors if the idea ever struck them." 

"Born in a brothel.." Queen Alicent murmured quietly, her skirt gliding along the floor as she drew closer to him, her hand coming to rest along the top of the chair at the end of the table. "Forgive me if it is a difficult question to answer, but may I know the age you were when you began... working?" 

"I was eight years of age when frequenters began asking, nine when I began working. It is tradition in most brothels to auction the first time to the highest bidder as most patrons enjoy laying with virgins. I hardly recall the night but I believe it was with a couple from Braavos." His hand moved to grasp the wrist where the bracelet remained, thumb pressing into it at the memory of Madam Sylvi gifting it to him the following day after the couple left. The Dowager Queen paled. "They paid well." He added, though it hardly sounded like much of a comfort.

"You were a child." She exhaled, breathless and her voice dripping with pity. The stone-faced look she'd carried when she first arrived had vanished, her glassy eyes reminding him of Aegon's. They looked so alike in certain lights, he noted, from the furrow of their brows to the curve of their lips. She appeared smaller, younger, without the emotionless facade she'd put up when first acknowledging him. 

"As were you when you wed King Viserys." (Y/N) spoke carefully, his words soft and knowing. She stared at him, the shine in her eyes growing and full lips parting with a shaky exhale. Queen Alicent's gaze fell onto the stone floor and the tip of her nails scraped against the wood of the chair she held onto, her chest rising and falling with a deep inhale. 

"It is the duty that falls on the shoulders of many young noble girls. It was expected of me, and I fulfilled my duty, as you well see." He heard the subtle tremble in her voice, saw the way the corner of her brows dipped with each word; was she convincing him or herself? (Y/N) could hardly tell, but what he did know was that with a simple few words the Queen's true nature had reared its head. She remained a young girl in her heart, despite the years of motherhood and marriage thrusted upon her. 

"Duty or not, it did not make you any less of a child, Your Grace." He moved slowly, somewhat cautiously, when he approached her, keeping his footsteps light and his posture relaxed.

(Y/N) studied her face, her reactions, and the way her body responded to his movements with keen, observant eyes. She watched him, her eyes darting down to his arms so he moved them behind his back to ease any worries of him lashing out toward her. He stopped a few feet away, keeping enough space between them for her to relax.

"Forgive me if I speak too plainly or boldly, Your Grace, for us smallfolk hardly ever converse with those above our stations. I assume you have your assumptions about me, about how I make my coin, but I do not just pleasure others."

She shifted her weight from one foot to the next, the way her eyes jumped around the room from item to item telling him she felt nervous, likely uncomfortable with the topic of sex. The necklace resting around her neck held a pendant similar to the seven-pointed star that represented the Seven. For a woman of faith and nobility speaking of sex with someone of the opposite sex whom she had no relation to would be considered scandalous. 

"I provide comfort, as well. A willing ear to those who desire to be heard without judgment. I hold many stories, secrets, desires, and hopes that have been told to me throughout many years that will never leave my lips. I value trust, and I would never break another's, even for coin. I had little friends in the city, I doubt I have any at all here," A flicker of recognition flashed in her eyes. "If you find yourself needing a friend, I'd be happy to listen over tea or sweets. I have a feeling I'll be finding myself... quite lonesome here." 

"I... I shall keep your offer in mind." Queen Alicent said gently, her fingers curling around her hand and lips forming a tight-lipped smile. She dropped her hands down to the sides of her skirt, slightly lifting the ends and departing toward the doors. She stopped before them and peered over her shoulder at him. "King Aegon has matters he is attending to but I'm certain he will welcome you once he is done. Welcome to the Red Keep, (Y/N)."

[patrywoso]

4. Alessia Russo

+18 SMUT

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Alessia said sweetly, her angelic tone putting you in a trance as she hesitated to put the blindfold on you. She was on top of your naked body on the bed, giving you a last out before she completely dominated you.

A smile crept into your face, heartwarming and bubbling because of her concern. You drank in the sight of that beautiful, naked body of hers that you struggled to take your eyes off of as much as you could. 

“Yes,” you said, sending her a reassuring smile. Your hands slid along her back, rubbing gently to reinforce your answer. 

A smile on her face mimicked your own, but there was a hint of a devilish grin. She was really ready to fuck you good. Nothing to expect less from.

“Fuck me good, Alessia,” you said softly, saying your final request before she took you over. 

She sighed, dipping her head into your neck and kissing down your throat. “You know I can’t resist you when you tell me things like that.” And that devilish grin appeared out of the shadows, painting vividly on her face as she studied your own.

She silently brought the blindfold to your face, and your vision went blank as the dark cloth covered your eyes. Your eyes strained behind the blindfold as if they were trying to see more from the darkness. You could feel her breathing on your face when she tied it to the back of your head, and suddenly everything became so loud. You could hear Alessia shifting slightly, you could feel the cold of the room stain your skin as goosebumps formed. You had a foundation of where everything was placed; yet there was that missing piece of your lack of vision that impeded you from knowing where exactly everything was.

“I’m right here,” Alessia voiced, a call to snap you back to reality and focus on her. It was as if she could read the flashing words that flipped through your mind.

Your face instinctually pointed to the direction of her voice, as if she caught the attention of your mind like pulling on a string. 

The blindfold weighed on the bridge of your nose. It was snug in your face, but you were able to see a little bit of a picture from the bottom of the fabric. You felt the bed dip, and you felt a presence approach you. You felt her soft lips close to yours, and a hand met your jaw.

“Fuck, the things you make me want to do to you,” Alessia murmured, her fingers dancing down to your neck.

You sighed jaggedly, hands feeling for her body above you. “Then do them to me.” Your hands met with her hips somehow, and you traced the outline of her figure to make sure of where you were. You felt her legs beside yours, meaning that she was probably straddling you right now. Your lips twitched at the thought of it, almost letting a moan slip out.

Alessia gave one last hungry kiss, kissing you deeply, desperately. She then left your lips, leaving your own cold and a bit sore. You felt her tongue suddenly meet with your right nipple, a certain wetness that sent shivers down your skin. You let out a soft moan, shifting your body as desire stirred in you, a hand met with your other breast, massaging it. Her teeth then met with the same nipple. She tugged and licked, sending sensitive sensations throughout your body. You squirmed, feeling the heat build-up between your thighs.

She switched breasts, massaging the other and licking the left. “Oh,” you groaned, your hands clashing with her body as you searched for her again. This time your hands moved down, further down to her ass, you found the soft, round skin of her ass and squeezed and you swore you felt her smile against your skin.

You rolled your hips up to hers as she continued working, not being able to move much because of her legs. One of your fingers trailed down her body and managed to meet her pussy, tracing her folds. You heard a soft moan escape from Alessia, and she abandoned your breasts. There was a shift of pressure, and you felt her get off of you. She then guided your legs to spread, and the bed gave way to where she was sitting between your thighs.

“What do you want?” Alessia sounded, and a fingertip met with your stomach. She trailed down slowly, down to your hip bone, stopping just above the place in between your thighs.

You grind your hips lightly into the bed, feeling a wave of heat wash over your body. “Touch me.” You whined, feeling your heart pound. 

Her finger traced around your pussy, trailing to your inner thigh, then back to the top, then dangerously close to your slit. 

You started to pant, her teasing feeling exceedingly torturous. 

Her fingers then traced the puffy frame of your folds, rubbing up and down gently. An ache formed between your thighs, desperate for her touch. You felt a small dip into your slit and you gasped, her touch small but sensitive on your clit, she quickly retracted, however, and continued teasing your folds. You groaned in response, wanting her touch already.

Then you felt her finger enter your clit, hitting a sensitive spot. 

“Oh!” you moaned on cue, feeling her add a second finger. Her fingers didn’t move; they pushed carefully into the slick area of your clit, not making any huge movements to make you feel elated.

“Alessia,” you said with impatience, rolling your eyes. You attempted to grind your hips into her fingers, but it didn’t help with her stationary fingers.

You heard a small chuckle, and you felt her fingers make a big circle in your clit, somehow it hit your G-spot, and you melted to the feeling of it. It seemed to feel so much better with you relying on your other senses. You panted more heavily now, and her fingers adjusted to hit your g-spot.

“Ah,” you moaned, waiting for her fingers to move. And they did, with a painfully slow pace.

“Alessia,” you moaned, her fingers hitting just the right angle.

“You’re wet,” she groaned below you, and true to her word, sounds from your pussy matched her pace.

You moaned in response, hands clenching on the bed sheets. Gradually, her fingers moved faster, her fingers presenting a nimble pace while still hitting your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you gasped, melting to her touch.

“You like how that feels?” she cooed, her free hand roaming on your thighs. 

“Y - yes,” you moaned, hips raising towards her fingers with every thrust.

Her fingers moved in short, tight circles that sent shocks through your pussy. It caused you to let out soft moans when the pleasure was too much to bear.

“Oh - that’s - ah …” You barely manage to form a sentence as you feel yourself get closer, further into your euphoric state.

“Isn’t it so good?” Alessia said, and you could hear the smirk in her tone. 

“Fuck, Alessia, yes!” you cried, her fingers pumping into you more vigorously and just when you started to feel your legs shake, she pulled her fingers out of you, leaving your pussy sore and dripping.

“Alessia,” you said with frustration edging your voice, feeling the crest of your orgasm fade away.

“You’ve been saying my name in many different tones today,” she said with amusement, and you pictured her smiling. 

You caught your breath, relaxing your body.

“I prefer the ones where you’re moaning it,” Alessia murmured, her voice suddenly sounding deeply next to your ear.

You shivered, fighting the urge to be a begging, moaning mess just for her to fuck you already. You sighed, your breath shaking as she gently tugged your earlobe with her teeth.

“I’ll only moan it when you deserve it,” you said with a grin, crossing your arms across your chest.

A soft chuckle sounded from her, warm and amused, and she kissed your cheek. “Oh, really? what do I have to do to deserve it?”

You caught her head and held it close to you, finding the side of her face. Your breathing quickened, knowing that you said something similar to it previously. You didn’t mind saying it again, however.

“You have to fuck me. You have to fuck me so good that I moan your name that much,” you murmured, your hands digging at her scalp.

You heard a hitched breath from her, but she stayed silent for a moment. “You’re making me wet. Don’t say things like that.”

You smiled, your hands traveling to her back. “Oh, Alessia. I know that you were already wet when you fingered me.”

Alessia kissed your lips, gently at first, but then with more urgency. Your hands roamed on her back, sliding up and down with light fingernails, one hand tested her body, finding her hips, then the top of her thigh, then her pussy. She tugged your lower lip in response, her breath becoming heavier. You traced around what you could reach, adjusting your arm underneath her so that you had better access. With cautious fingers, you found her slit. You heard her gasp, and you felt the slickness of arousal in her pussy. “You’re so wet.” You said with a grin, teasing her slit by shallowly inserting a finger.

You heard her sigh, but she gently grabbed the hand that was teasing her clit and set it aside. “Not yet, baby.” She said softly, but the edge of lust in her voice betrayed her words.

“Turn around,” Alessia said, and you felt her back off a bit to allow you to do so. You obeyed, turning to the side and finding the bed’s surface to place your hands and knees stably onto the bed. She guided you with one hand on your back and the other on your lower stomach. 

You felt her climb over you with her chest meeting your back, and she sighed into your neck. You turned your head towards the direction of where she was, and she met your lips in a kiss. 

“Wait right here. I’ll be just a moment,” she said, giving you a last reassuring kiss before getting off you.

Curiosity crept into your mind, wondering what she would be doing, it was even stronger when you heard her open a drawer. Then for a moment, you started to think about the way you were positioned. You felt slightly embarrassed, but that feeling was quickly thrown away when you felt the bed cave behind you.

“You’re so pretty,” she complimented, placing your legs further apart. You swayed instinctively towards her, feeling yourself get wet again.

You felt her head between your legs, and she brought a hand up to your pussy and spread your folds. Then her tongue came, wet and washing into your clit.

“Fuck!” you cried out, sinking down to your elbows as your body weakened. Alessia kept going, her tongue moving faster, deeper inside of you.

“O - oh, that’s so - oh,” you moaned, her name almost slipping out of your mouth. 

You started to pant, feeling your legs shake as she ate you out. “Fuck .”

“Don’t come yet,” Alessia muffled, her tongue seeming to move faster as the crest of your orgasm stayed right on the edge. There was a lingering buzz in your head, and you tried not to let it overcome you.

Her tongue finally pulled out of you, and you exhaled with relief, catching your breath. You felt her move behind you, and you guessed that she was standing on her knees behind you. 

“Good girl,” she sounded behind you, and you let out a whine in response. 

You then felt something much thicker, much sturdier than her tongue that came between your thighs. The strap-on, but you didn’t complain, and you felt it enter your pussy.

“Oh,” you moaned, and she slowly, painfully shoved the dildo fully up into you. You winced slightly, gripping the sheets tightly with your hands.

“I thought this would be better for you to be strung out on,” she sounded behind you, a smirk in her tone. 

Alessia pulled out just as slowly, and you let out a soft but pain-filled moan in response. You stared sightlessly ahead of you; well, not that you could see anyway, but you were trying not to be too obvious that you wanted her to fuck you relentlessly. But of course, your prodding desire got the best of you.

“Alessia… Alessia, please…” you begged, trying to push back into the strap that now remained stationary outside your clit.

“What, baby?” she said, gripping your waist with long, digging nails. 

You felt like you were a mess for her, willing for Alessia to do absolutely anything to you in order to get your pleasure. You were panting, whining, dripping, just absolutely desperate for her to just, “fuck me!”

And with a hushed, “fuck,” that escaped her mouth, she thrust into you. It was slow at first, but she sped up eventually, her grip getting tighter on your waist.

“Oh, Alessia!” you cried out, the strap shifting inside you to rub against your g-spot.

“There it is,” Alessia grunted, her breathing sounding faintly labored. 

You moaned in response, the force of her thrusts pushing you forward, even still, you fucked her back, pushing your ass towards her hips.

You heard Alessia moan your name, barely audible but you managed to detect it. 

“Fuck,” you whined, enjoying the sharp pinch of her nails digging into you as Alessia fucked you. 

“More,” you said, knowing that she could go much faster than that. You turned your face to the side, not knowing exactly where to look, but you got the general area.

“What? This isn’t enough?” Alessia said sweetly, her hands backing to your hip bones to place her fingertips on your ass. You felt her slow down subtly, but it was detectable.

“God, you’re such a tease,” you groaned, annoyed but simultaneously turned on. Your voice shook as she still rocked her hips into you, but she had less force.

“I’ve been known for that,” she said, a smile in her tone. 

“Please, go faster,” you begged, and you thought that it would be more effective if she could see your pleading eyes.

Alessia hummed, but you couldn’t exactly tell what it meant. Was she just thinking about it? Or was she expecting more from you? 

“I love the way you beg me,” Alessia sighed, and with a snap of her hips, she thrust into you. Her pace was now brutally fast, seeming to go deeper inside of you.

“Alessia, fuck!” you screamed, arching your back when the pleasure eased in to replace the pain. 

“Fuck,” Alessia heaved, and you felt her chest meet your back. Her hand slipped down to your sore clit, and she started to rub it with two nimble fingers.

“Alessia… oh fuck, Alessia!” you cried, her name seeming to be the only thing that slipped out of your mouth.

“Do you like this cock inside of you?” she rasped into your ear, sloppily kissing the side of your neck.

“Yes, it feels so… good,” you whined, trying to keep up with her pace to fuck her back.

“Is this what you wanted? Did you want me to fuck you so hard that you scream?” Alessia said heavily, her hand in your pussy moving deeper. She was relentless, not letting you catch a break.

“Oh!” you screamed, and you felt a rise in your core.

You heard her moan your name, followed by a, “fuck” that made you shiver. 

You were drunk with lust and pleasure, your hands were clenched on the bed sheets cramping. The bed shook with the force of her thrusts, and everything seemed to be making noise, filling up the room. 

“God, you’re so naughty. You’re so fucking wet,” Alessia moaned, panting and moaning heavily.

“It’s so good, Alessia. Oh, you’re so good. You fuck me so good,” you moaned, barely clinging to your words as she fucked you senseless.

Her heavy moan into your ear was what pushed you to the edge of your climax. “Alessia… I’m close…”

Your whole body tensed, shaking as your orgasm neared. 

“There you go, baby. Come on me,” Alessia whispered, her words heavy with lust. 

“Alessia, Alessia! I’m coming!” you cried out, your voice jumping as your orgasm hit. She fucked you through it as you came, your hips bucking back and forth into her hand. You could hear her cry out next to you, moaning your name over and over. “ Oh - Alessia - that’s so… good.”

She stilled inside you, her hand pulling out of your clit. You winced slightly, and even more so when she pulled the strap out of you. The both of you were heaving, and sweaty from the duration of that. You assumed that she had come, too.

[dilatorywriting]

Valentine's Day Special: Let Them Fight

GN!Reader x Malleus Draconia vs. Azul Ashengrotto vs. Vil Schoenheit Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Who knew that in a world of magic, and mayhem, and outright villainy, that it'd be something as stupid as Valentine's Day that would push these idiots over the edge. Or, Malleus, Azul, and Vil go to war over some chocolates

A/N: This MC/Plot takes place in the Heroes vs Villains universe -- specifically Post-Staff's route, rather than any of our other lovely idiot husbands.

There was always some sort of strange overlap of customs from your world to this one. Halloween seemed to have survived more or less intact (even if it was a bit more, uh, extreme than the subtle evening of giving out treats and dressing as ghosts that you remembered). Winter Holidays were still very much a Thing, even if all other connotations had been stripped from them. Moreover, it was like someone had taken your familiar Earthen calendar and just sort of… mirrored it. Distorted it a bit. Just a lil’ bit more chaos than would have been socially acceptable back home.

So when you made a sly little joke about stocking up on discount chocolates after the Valentine’s Day rush and no one laughed—not even a little chortle, or an irritable eyeroll—you initially thought it was maybe to do with the irrationality of Sam’s Shop ever having a sale to begin with. You had not assumed that, you know, there was no Valentine’s Day at all.

“It’s an important holiday, then? Where you’re from?” Azul mused, busy scribbling endless, chicken scratch, notes in the margins of some form that was probably very important.

“I mean, not really,” you frowned, tossing your Mostro-Branded apron onto its hook. “Maybe. Yes? I don’t really know, actually.”

He hummed and moved to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Well, whatever it is, I’m always looking for new events to host at the Lounge. What exactly is it?”

“It’s a sort of special day for couples. Romance. Lovey-dovey nonsense,” you shrugged, and watched Azul’s finger slip off the slick metal frame of his glasses and nearly take his eye out. You waved off his obvious disgust with a dramatic sigh (I mean, why else would he be so stiff and red?). “Yeah, yeah. I know. It’s ridiculous.”

“I—I never said that!” he spluttered, and then paused to cough into his fist and clear his throat. “It just—I just wasn’t expecting something like that to…”

“Exist?”

He grinned, wry. His cheeks were still a bit too pink. “Precisely.”

“You would have loved my world,” you said. “Very capitalistic. Lots of cash-grab holidays like that.”

Azul laughed.

“I’m sure I would be fond of any place you came from.” He paused, and his expression puckered up a bit miserably—like he really hadn’t intended to express such a sentiment aloud. But he managed to smooth the sharp line of his frown back into that usual, smarmy, smirk of his easily enough. “But either way! Tell me more!” he grinned, reaching forward to grab a stack of blank paper and a fresh pen. “I’d love to hear all about it.”

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The next day you were supposed to help the Drama Club start building some stage scenery for their newest play. It was proper grunt work, which was perhaps the only sort of work you were actually qualified for. And Vil always made sure that there were plenty of disgustingly healthy but still quite tasty snacks available for the help to munch on. The food spread alone would have been worth the trip, but on top of that, Vil had made you promise. Practically a blood oath, binding you and your meager free time to the shitty supply closet in the corner of the Auditorium. And as sour as he could be sometimes, you really could never say no to him when he always looked so heart meltingly fond whenever you did agree to while away the hours at his side. That lovely face and even lovelier smile of his were fucking lethal. A war crime, surely, to use it against someone as plain and susceptible to bribery as you were.

But today you were now an idiot on a mission—an idiot determined to spread the joy of a trashy holiday that really probably shouldn’t exist in the first place, let alone in a world where people worshipped storybook villains as veritable deities. And you’d already bought all the molds, and the trays, and you really didn’t have a lot of spare pocket money to begin with, so letting this investment go to waste would not only be a shame, but a terrible business investment.

“What do you mean you’re not coming,” Vil sneered, glaring down his perfectly straight nose at you.

“I really am sorry,” you said, mostly genuine. “But I have something I need to do this afternoon.”

“You’ve made other plans?” he frowned, something a little too unsettled to fit with his usual regality twisting across his expression.

“I have to get ready for Valentine’s Day,” you explained, and his brow tugged down further. Though that earlier twinge of panic seemed to have vanished at least. You pointedly shook your grocery bag full of goodies. “I’m going to make chocolates for everyone.”

“Chocolates?” Vil echoed, confused.

You nodded. “It’s a tradition back home. You give stuff like candy and flowers to the people you care about. Normally it’s a holiday for couples, or whatever. But. Well…”

The ‘I Am Fully Aware That I’m Single as a Pringle, Please Just Let Me Have This One Thing’ was left unsaid, but it hung in the air around your head like a very persistent storm cloud nonetheless. Vil, magnanimously, seemed perfectly happy to ignore the Woe Is Me implications spewing from your mouth. Instead, he leaned forward until he was dipping precariously close into your personal space. His amethyst eyes had lit with blatant interest at your ramblings, and he hummed low in his throat.

“Is that so?” he mused, gaze lidded and warm. “That sounds… intriguing.”

You nodded past the heady scent of his cologne fogging your head. What was it with attractive people, huh? It was so unfair. You don’t get to look and smell good. Pick a lane. Save some dignity for the rest of us.

“So, I promise I’ll help another day. I just have a feeling making chocolates is going to wind up being a lot harder than I think it will.”

Because that’s how it always went in your stupid slice-of-life shows. The poor, harried, protagonist thinking they’re doing a good deed—painstakingly constructing their own, special, homemade goodies for all their important people. Making them with love. And then having it all blow up in their face like a goddamn, cocoa flavored, nuke. Nope. Not you, motherfucker. Your chocolates were going to be divine. You were going to take every, tropey, precaution in the book. And that of course included allotting yourself ample time to make mistakes your masterpiece.

“Of course,” Vil grinned. “How could I possibly begrudge you for wanting to spend your time on something so heartfelt?”

“Thank you,” you blurted, relived. Because at least he got it. Azul had been so ridiculously insistent that you should prepare all your Valentine’s Day wishes as a team. Which was not the point. He’d spent hours last night trying to wheedle his way into your plans—with endless platitudes about ‘business partners always being there for each other,’ and ‘how would he know if he was celebrating to your standards if he wasn’t given a model to work off of first?’ Utter bullshit. He’d probably just wanted free labor.

“Tomorrow, then?” Vil beamed and you nodded.

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed.

“Well, then,” he hummed. “I better get to work as well. I suppose the scenery can wait.”

You nodded in farewell and began the trek back to Ramshackle and its marginally functional kitchens. You hadn’t realized Vil was taking on any new projects, but if it was enough to have him putting off the Club’s activities as well then it must have been pretty important. Maybe he’d get you tickets to it whenever he finished—whatever it was. If there were tickets? How did any of the things he did actually work? Hell if you knew.

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Making chocolates was, in fact, a laughably easy endeavor. And you found yourself cursing every goddamn Shoujo Bullshit Manga under the sun for leading you to think otherwise. The hardest part of the entire thing was fighting off Grim and his wandering paws.

You made up some basic truffles which were, again, stupidly simple. Just some messily chopped chocolate, cream, and a little splash of vanilla to make it Special. Once those were shaped into messy blobs, you dipped them into some more melted chocolate and bam. That was it. That was literally it. You felt like a genius—sitting there mushing up balls of cocoa like high-end playdough.

By 6PM, you had all your little darlings tucked into the refrigerator to harden, all the gauzy, red, boxes lined up on your counter and ready to be filled, and Grim had been placated with an offering of all your dirty mixing bowls. The tiny, demonic, beast was passed out at the dingy kitchen table—one of said bowls wedged onto his head like an astronaut’s helmet. Hopefully it was just a food coma and not, like, an actual coma-coma. Real cats couldn’t eat chocolate, but Grim never really seemed real at all. So hopefully he’d be fine.

You wiped down your cooking space once, twice. Paced up and down the narrow hallway until you were wearing away the already threadbare rugs, and spent way too long just standing in front of the fridge—staring in on your chocolates like a psychotic kidnapper scoping out their next victims.

Eventually you realized that you maybe needed to do something with your evening that wasn’t just creeping on your confections, and set out into the frosty, night, air for a stroll.

Which is, of course, where you ran into your familiar, horned, friend—staring up into the starry sky in a wistful manner that darkened his pale complexion into something nearly ominous. He always looked a bit like that, like something unearthly and detached from the rest of the world.

“Tsunotarou!” you chirped happily, and that adrift-at-sea expression of his melted right off his face.

“Child of Man,” he greeted, inclining his head politely. “I wasn’t expecting to see you this evening.” His brow furrowed, almost confused. “Is it not too cold for you?”

Your breath was, in fact, fogging in front of your face. And you couldn’t really feel your toes anymore. But the electric anticipation of tomorrow was keeping you warm enough. Even if only in spirit.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you waved him off. And then, because you couldn’t help yourself, you leaned forward on your tippytoes and blurted out, “Happy Almost Valentine’s Day!”

“Valentine’s Day?” Malleus repeated back at you, looking like you’d just handed him an unsolvable differential equation.

“It’s a holiday from back home,” you explained for the umpteenth time that day. “And normally I’m not too fussed about it, but this year I’m really excited to give everyone their chocolates!” You grinned. “And you too, of course. I have to make sure I give them to all my important people.”

The furrow between his brows vanished, but the blatant, gaping, confusion remained. He looked like you’d nearly startled him into an early grave.

“I am one of your most important people?” he asked, slow as a tortoise making its way up an incline.

You nodded cheerfully, still bellied by your earlier culinary successes and excellent mood. “Of course you are! We’re friends, aren’t we? And besides. Valentine’s Day is for showing people how much you care about them.”

“What an interesting concept,” he mused, bringing a finger up to tap at his chin. “To think your world had such a heartfelt tradition—it’s quite a lovely surprise.”

You laughed. “If you think the chocolates are special, you should see what some couples do for each other. Rooms full of flowers, fancy date nights—I’m just managing the bare minimum.”

“Couples?” he echoed, and you felt the first teeny, hot, thread of chagrin work its way past your enthusiasm.

“Well, normally Valentine’s Day focuses on, like, romantic things,” you said, averting your gaze just in time to miss the tension lance through his shoulders. “But it can be for all sorts of affection!” you hastily added.

“Is that so…” the Prince hummed. He lifted his pensive gaze once more and stared you down with that weighted intensity that you’d only just recently learned how not to buckle beneath. “And you wish to celebrate this day. With me?”

“…you don’t mind, do you?” you asked, hesitant.

“Of course not, Child of Man,” he beamed, his lips curling up into a smile that put all his too-sharp teeth on display. “But you’ll have to excuse me now, I’m afraid. It seems I have some preparations to undertake this evening.”

“Oh,” you blinked. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Yes,” Malleus said. “You will.”

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It was officially Valentine’s Day, and you were ready to begin your mission of forcing your sweets onto every, single, one of your reluctant friends. Let them be pissy and tsundere. You weren’t afraid to weep and proclaim your undying, shounen-talk-no-jutsu, levels of friendship. Okay. Maybe you were a little. But these grouchy bastards had very easily become your grouchy bastards, and so help you God, they would suffer under your affection and they would like it.

There were plenty of small boxes—all nice, neat, corners with little bows perched on top. But you had also prepared a singular, larger, tray. It was cleaner cut than the rest, with bold, contrasting, colors and a simple elegance. You stared it down with a strange sort of disquiet brewing in your gut. Maybe you were being presumptuous. Goodness knows you’d more than dealt with the searing, emotionally destructive, consequences of that before. But all the same…

You squared your shoulders and spent a moment convincing yourself that your spine was quite sturdy—a proper, titanium, support system—and then popped the Big Box into the bag with the others.

Your first stop was Heartslabyul, and you burst through the ornate, crimson, doors like a manic home invader.

“I come bearing gifts,” you proclaimed, merrily doling out the boxes to your favorite idiot duo. You set three more aside, with little labels for Riddle, Trey, and Cater respectively. Normally you wouldn’t trust a dorm full of teenage boys not to devour any scrap of unattended food in sight, but Riddle had long since struck the fear of God into these poor lads. So you figured it’d be safe.

Deuce’s face lit up and he accepted the chocolate with near starry-eyed enthusiasm.

“Are these your holiday presents? Like the Santa Claus?” he asked, looking very much like a bouncy golden retriever preparing itself for congratulatory head pats.

You leaned forward with an indulgent huff to give him his pats. “No. But close enough.”

You pawned off three boxes on Ruggie when he tried to duck past you in the hallway—one for him, one for Leona, and one extra as payment for making him do your dirty work of playing delivery boy to Mister Grump in the first place. You slipped Jack his on the way into Trein’s morning lecture, and managed to press a box into Jamil’s hands before he slunk off to the library. Kalim cheered so loudly when you handed him one that your ears started to ring.

And then trouble arrived in the form of two, slippery, eels draping themselves across your shoulders. Normally the destructive duo seemed to act on their own prerogative, but on this fortuitous morning their Lord and Master was surprisingly not too far behind.

“Shrimpy!~” Floyd trilled, dragging you into a one-armed hug that was really more of a slightly-less-aggressive headlock than anything else. “Azul says you came up with this stupid holiday! And he made us work all day yesterdayto put together stuff for the Lounge! It’s not fair!”

Your legs shook under the weight of the new tumor that had made its home on your back.

“Now, Floyd,” Jade chirped. All finely manicured cruelty. “If you’re to blame anyone for going overboard with this entire situation, you ought to lay the fault on our fearless leader.” His bi-colored eyes flashed, amused. “Isn’t that right, Azul?”

Said ‘fearless leader’ looked like he was sucking on a lemon. He glared bitterly at his subordinate, seeming to share an entire, silent, argument with him, before turning back on you with a heavy sigh and the barest hint of angry flush in his cheeks.

“Prefect,” he grinned past his obvious discomfort, all sparkling, white, teeth. “I have to thank you for sharing so much information about this ‘Valentine’s Day’ of yours. It’s such a unique event, and it seems like our preparations at the Lounge are already being received incredibly well.”

“That’s good,” you nodded, trying and failing to shrug the Leech off your shoulders. “I’m glad I could help.”

Azul hummed under his breath, his eyes darting away for a moment. His glasses reflected the muted light of the hall in an odd way—making it difficult to read his expression. He cleared his throat and when he looked back up at you, the tips of his ears had gone pink.

“You’re more than welcome to come by, of course,” he beamed, suave as could be.

“I mean,” you blinked. “I would hope so. I work there.”

Floyd let out a bark of laughter and Jade snickered into his glove. The pleasant pink tinting Azul’s skin was heating to a near sunburned red. He looked down and coughed into his fist.

“Yes…” he mumbled. “I—I’m aware. But what I meant is… What I meant—” He frowned. It was a tight, pouty, little thing that scrunched up his entire face. That mottled red had spread to the bridge of his nose.

“I do believe what Azul is trying to say,” Jade stepped in, clearly taking some sort of pity on his tongue-tied friend. Or perhaps pity was the wrong word for it, seeing how smug he looked, “is that he would like to invite you to the event personally. As an honored guest, not an employee.”

“Oh,” you blinked, startled. Then hesitated, cautious on instinct. There was always some sort of catch to the Octomer’s kindness. “I don’t know if I could afford whatever fancy thing you’ve thrown together.”

“You wouldn’t be paying for it,” Azul assured you, some of that sickly flush having finally started to recede from his cheeks. You hoped he was feeling alright. “You’ve contributed more than enough for the day. It would be on the house.”

Jade loudly cleared his throat and Azul huffed, eyes sliding away yet again.

“I would be paying,” he finally mumbled. And then, even quieter, “As I believe is the custom.”

Just as you were about to thank him for his startling bought of generosity (and also ask after his health, because between the weird, pink, tinge to his skin and the aforementioned generosity, clearly somethingwas out of sorts with him), you noticed a sneaky hand working its way into your bag of goodies, and you immediately were on the defensive.

“Hey!” you snapped, spinning out of Floyd’s stranglehold. “You only get one!”

“Then I want the really big one!” he demanded, making grabby motions at it.

“No!” you squeaked, and clutched it protectively to your chest. The trio looked at you with varying degrees of surprise and you cleared your throat awkwardly. “This one—This one is special.”

“Oh?” Jade cooed, eyes flickering back towards Azul, who seemed determined to look absolutely anywhere else. “Is it now?”

“Awww,” Floyd whined. “That’s no fair! Who’s it for, anyways?!”

You gripped the box tighter and now it was your turn to stiffly avert your eyes down to the ugly carpet. “It’s not—I’m not—” you cleared your throat and forced the jitter from your voice. “I’m not ready to give it to him yet.”

The silence that followed was absolutely the worst thing you’d experienced in a long, long, time. Overblots and all. You could practically hear your blood pounding in your ears. You were just about to turn and beat a hasty retreat when a familiar, snappish, voice called your name from the other side of the corridor.

“There you are, potato,” Vil huffed, coming to stand at your side and bodily inserting himself between you and your tormentors. He met Azul’s petulant sneer with a frankly terrifying one of his own. “What are you doing here? I thought we agreed you’d be eating lunch with me today.”

You remembered no such thing, but if it got you out of this verbal minefield of a conversation, you were more than willing to take the claim at face value.

“Apologies,” Azul cut in with all his usual, mafioso, flair. “But the Prefect will be taking their afternoon meal at the Mostro Lounge today.”

“Is that so?” Vil hummed, sounding positively venomous.

“Unless you think you can make an offer good enough to sway them otherwise,” Azul chirped, equally as unpleasant.

Vil laughed—cold and sharp as crystal. It was the most elegant display of blatant irritation you’d ever seen.

“Of course you’d only consider this entire situation on a transactional basis,” he drawled, entirely unimpressed. Azul flinched and his expression screwed up into something near petulant. “I would expect no less. Are you planning to lock them into a contact too, hmm? Sign away everything in formal, sterile, terms?” Vil crossed his arms, and you were reminded sharply once more how very, very lucky you were to not be on his bad side (even if you hadn’t realized before all this that Azul apparently was on said bad side. You had no idea they disliked each other so terribly). “I really hadn’t expected you to have a single, romantic, bone in your body, and yet somehow I’m still disappointed to be proved so entirely correct.”

Azul looked ready to explode, and even though Jade and Floyd and melted back into the shadows at the start of this entire encounter, the pair of them were starting to look a bit murderous too—like sharks lazily circling the dark, ocean, depths.  

“Don’t you think you deserve better?” Vil asserted, turning back to face you with a soft cant of the head. You blinked back in shock.

“Uh,” you gaped, absolutely fucking lost.

And then, like a beacon of unrivaled, black-drenched, hope, you spotted Malleus making his way down the hallway. He was flanked by his trio of housemates-cum-pseudo-bodyguards. Normally you tried to leave him alone when his rabid, green-haired, guard dog was yipping at his heels, and on top of that, the idea of using your classmates’ ingrained fear of the Fae Prince to your own advantage upset your rather staunch sensibilities. But this was an emergency.

“Tsunotarou!” you called, and it absolutely sounded like the cry for help it was.

He perked up immediately and you watched him nearly crash to a standstill. And then his sharp, neon, gaze locked on the dueling Housewardens circling you like a pair of snapping wolves, and his merry expression shuttered into something positively glacial. Which was—Fuck. I mean. Come on. What the fuck was going on today—

“Child of Man,” he droned, crossing the short distance with all the grace of the near-mythical, arcane, master that he was. His posture was more collected and regal than you’d ever seen it, and he loomed all the taller for it.

Azul and Vil had gone tense at your side, one certainly more so than other. The Octomer looked incredibly unsettled at Malleus’s sudden arrival, but Vil just looked angrier. It was the sort of unpleasantness that bloomed whenever someone challenged him or his competencies over and over—inevitably pushing the normally composed beauty into an indignant rage.

“Happy Day of Valentine’s,” Malleus continued, slotting himself firmly into the veritable territory dispute going down. “Are you quite alright?”

No, you wanted to wail. No! I’m so confused! I have no idea what’s going on! I just wanted to give my friends chocolates!

But you never managed to get those words or any others past your lips, because Sebek Zigvolt shot to his master’s side with all the speed of the lightning for which he was so named, and immediately began to scream.

“HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT THE YOUNG MASTER’S AFTERNOON ROUTINE!” he shrieked at the top of his very impressive lungs.

You weren’t sure if he was howling at you (very likely) or just anyone who wasn’t Malleus, but Jade took the opportunity to slink forward from the shadows with a sharp tut-tut.

“Perhaps none of you deserve the Prefect’s special attentions,” he piped in, sounding very much like someone intentionally throwing a cannister of gasoline onto an already roaring fire. “Or any chocolates at all—let alone the ones set aside for someone special.”

At this, silence once more rang through the corridor and you wanted to throttle that stupid eel.

“There is a special box?” Malleus asked first, brow shooting up as his expression tugged with… something.

“I—I mean, I made all of yours special!” you defended, holding the wrapped treasure tightly to your chest. “But… I guess. Yes. There’s one that’s a little bigger than the others.”

At this, all three Housewardens exchanged pointed looks.

Jade smiled serenely once more, and then continued his absolute massacre upon your person.

“Yes, indeed,” he nodded. “And our dearest Prefect only just mentioned that—hmm. How did you word it? Ah. That’s right. ‘I’m not ready to give it to him yet.’”

The trio tensed. All looking absolutely ready to pounce. At—at what, you had no idea.

“Perhaps,” the wretch mused, “it would be best for you all to temper your rage until the victor is decided, hmm?” He paused to tap at his chin for a moment, and then his lips split into a mean, jagged, grin. “Afterwards? Well, I suppose that whole cheery sentiment about ‘love and war’ still holds true.”

You gulped, feeling startlingly like Jade had just tried to serve you up on a silver platter.

But when neither Azul, Vil, or Malleus made any further moves to murder each other… well. As sacrificial as it all felt, at least it must have worked.

The rest of the day passed in a tense sort of fugue. You certainly hadn’t expected your attempts at bringing some holiday cheer to Night Raven to go so… Uh…

But either way, you managed to survive through the rest of the afternoon, and before you knew it, all that remained of all your tireless efforts and good will was the Special Box. The big one. The one that you’d put together with extra care and hopes for better things. You glared down at it for a moment, feeling sweat starting to bead over your palms. But you couldn’t chicken out now. Not after you’d come so far! Everyone was acting so strange, and it was all so weird. And as much as that unfamiliarity had your teeth on edge and your hackles raised, you didn’t want to regret not giving out the last of your well-made sweets.

Well, here goes nothing, you frowned. You took a deep breath, willed yourself to be brave, and smiled your biggest smile.

“Here,” you beamed, more than a little shy and still a bit horrified by whatever pissing match had been going down earlier in the day, and finally offered the grandest of your chocolate boxes to the man standing opposite you.

Divus Crewel accepted your offering daintily, plucking at the crisp, sharp, wrapping with his crimson gloves. He arched one of his thin brows at you and you fought the nervous heat rising in your cheeks.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you blurted. “I know it’s not a thing here, but I thought it’d be nice.”

The second eyebrow joined the first—practically jumping all the way up into his fringe.

“I appreciate the gesture. Though from what I understand of all the garish advertising I’ve seen for Mostro Lounge’s new event, I assumed this was a holiday for romantic overtures,” he intoned, wry.

You spluttered and waved your hands furiously. “I mean! Normally! Yes! But also…” You trailed off, fighting the urge to fidget. “If you don’t have a—a, well, someone, then Valentine’s is just a nice excuse to give something to people you care about.” You averted your gaze and lost the battle to twist your fingers into your jacket sleeves. “My family used to give me chocolates every year. So. I thought I could… Well…” you trailed off on a grumble, embarrassed.

Crewel sighed and popped the lid off the box. He plucked two truffles from their casing—keeping one for himself and handing you the other.

“Well, then. A very happy Valentine’s to you, Prefect,” he droned and popped the chocolate into his mouth with a thoughtful hum.

You lit up like a Christmas tree and happily gobbled up your own treat. So distracted were you by the one-two-punch combo of the delicious sugar and even sweeter taste of your Professor’s approval that you almost entirely missed the pointed glare he shot over your shoulder.

“I appreciate your regard,” he said, loud. Sharp. And like he wasn’t talking to you at all. “And while I’m certain that if you do pick a ‘someone’ for yourself to celebrate with in the following years, they’ll have to work very hard to be worthy of such a gift, hmm?” His lip curled unpleasantly, in direct contrast to the indulgent warmth that had been tugging at his expression only a moment before. “I could hardly allow you to waste such a thoughtful gesture on someone unworthy.”

The Octavinelle Housewarden had the decency to look at least a little panicked—his face going pale and gaunt from where he was shrinking into his high collar. There was a frantic look about him, like he was trying to weigh the cost-benefit ratio of going up against his professor in his head, and realizing that he was stupidly, willfully, walking right into a lose-lose situation. And that, sadly—miserably—he was going to keep doing just that. The other two, however, looked entirely undeterred. Schoenheit curled his lip right back at him, more than ready to duke it out here and now, and Crewel fought the urge to remind the blonde that he was the adult in this situation, thank you very much. The adult who could very well revoke the Warden’s access to his Alchemy Labs as it suited him. The very alchemy labs that he knew Vil had been using to concoct all kinds of new, personalized, gifts for you. Draconia simply looked on with that unnervingly ancient, green, leer of his. Like he was staring down a particularly fascinating game. The Fae Prince was the most unsettling of the trio, if only because that while Crewel was more than confident enough in his abilities to subdue his other wayward students, fighting off an Immortal, All Powerful, Dragon was going to require at least a little bit of prep work.

Divus Crewel sighed, and it rattled all the way out from the marrow of his bones.

“Come, then,” he rumbled, directing you to follow him back into his office. “It’s not chocolates, but I probably have some of those ridiculous cookies of yours lying around somewhere.” Which he did. Boxes upon boxes of them. Tucked away special for whenever you came to visit. Not that he’d ever willingly admit that, even under the pain of death.

Your eyes went wide and warm as you positively beamed.

It was rotten work, certainly. He shot one, last, warning glare down the hall at the trio of infatuated interlopers as he firmly shut his office door behind you and your absolute oblivious idiocy. He’d do it. Of course he would. But, Christ alive. He was going to need a stronger drink.

[magiccath]

Secrets big and small

tenth doctor x GN!reader

Summary: in which you are forced to admit your feelings for the Doctor, even if you think he will leave you for it

A/N: For the absolute love of my life and favorite beta, thanks for dealing with me talking about this more than I wrote it

The Doctor poked his head out of the TARDIS, his nose twitching as he sniffed the air. After a few good inhales, he popped back inside the ship, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

You waited by the ship's console, your hands planted firmly on your hips. The Doctor had promised you a beach vacation, and judging by his face, this wasn’t a beach. Sometimes you wondered how much control the Doctor actually had over the ship, considering it only landed in the places he intended about 25% of the time. 

“We’re not at a beach are we?” 

The Doctor ignored your question and moved over to the console, grabbing one of the many oddly shaped screens attached to the control panel. He pulled his glasses out of his suit pocket, perching the spectacles on the bridge of his nose. 

“Interesting…” He hummed, more to himself than you. 

“Where did we end up this time?” You asked, opening the door to peek outside. You knew better than to walk off without the Doctor, but a little look had never hurt you. 

The minute you opened the door you were met with the bustling noise of a street. All kinds of aliens walked by you, each one unique in their own way. 

“It would appear we landed on the planet Phact, but I’m not sure why.” 

You continued to stare out of the TARDIS wide-eyed, taking in all of the strange creatures before you. Your eyes followed an individual who walked by, a series of tentacles hanging out of his mouth.

“Is it safe?” you asked as an afterthought.

“As far as I know,” the Doctor shrugged, putting his glasses back in his pocket. He moved away from the console to stand at your side by the door. 

You looked over at him, debating if you should tell him that wasn’t exactly a reassuring thought. 

“Since we’re here…” he smiled cheekily, inclining his head toward the door. You laughed and rolled your eyes. The Doctor never could resist a good adventure. 

You followed him out the door, waiting momentarily as he locked the TARDIS up. 

“Remember that time you forgot to tell me it was rude to wear less than three layers on Titan 4?” you ask, watching him slip the key back into his endless coat pockets.

The Doctor shrugs, pushing his hands into his pockets and leaning toward you. “Yeah, what about it?”

“Is there anything I should know about this planet?” you raise your eyebrows questioningly.

The Doctor’s brow wrinkled as he thought about it, trying to remember his limited knowledge about Phact.

“I don’t think so,” he shrugged again, smiling softly. 

You scrunched your nose slightly, not sure you believed him. Still, you followed him.

The Doctor talked excitedly as the two of you walked through the city streets. Most of the time, you only understood half of the words he was saying. Frankly, you just enjoyed listening to him talk.

As you walked your eyes took in everything around you. It didn’t matter how long you traveled with the Doctor, it always seemed like there was more for you to learn and discover. 

The Doctor continued talking, waving his hands about in the air. Abruptly, he stopped to look at a nearby poster. You followed him, trying to peek over his shoulder to see what he was looking at. The Doctor shifted to the side so you could read the sign too, the TARDIS translation circuit making the writing legible to you.

“The 998th Olympic games?” you read aloud, your eyebrows furrowed. 

“That would explain all of the species here!” he smiled brightly, looking at the diverse crowd around you. 

You nodded in agreement, following his gaze. There really did appear to be all kinds of species from around the galaxy. 

“Want to go?” He whispered to you, raising his eyebrows mischievously. 

“We don’t have tickets. Or money.” 

The Doctor wiggled his eyebrows again, pulling the psychic paper out of his pocket. He shook it at you with a mischievous grin.

A smile took over your own face as you nodded, “alright then,” you said excitedly. You’d never been to the Olympics, let alone the space Olympics. 

The Doctor guided you through the crowd towards the giant area, holding your hand tightly so as not to lose you. You tried not to focus too much on the feeling of his hand wrapped around yours. He just didn’t want you to wander off, there wasn’t much else to it, right?

“Y’know I carried the Olympic torch once,” he smirked back at you, still guiding you through the crowds. 

“Why am I not surprised?” 

“What?” the Doctor asked, not catching your comment over the chatter of the crowd. You smiled softly and shook your head, deciding it was best not to repeat yourself.

The Doctor led you to the ticket line, waiting patiently for the guards to check your tickets and let you in. He bounced slightly on his feet, unable to stand still for too long.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” you asked anxiously, eyeing the copious amounts of security surrounding the arena.

“Of course!” the Doctor smiled brightly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. The movement made both of you realize he was still holding your hand, even if he didn’t need to. With a small, hardly discernible blush, the Doctor slid his hand from yours. 

The line moved forward and the guard asked for your tickets. The Doctor winked at you before handing the psychic paper over with a confident smile. 

“Are you serious, mate?” The guard laughed dryly, looking between you and the Doctor. 

“Most of the time,” the Doctor’s confident smile didn’t waver. 

The guard sighed and leaned into his walkie-talkie, chattering softly to someone on the other end. You looked up at the Doctor with wide eyes, urging him to explain.

“Probably getting us a special escort or something,” he shrugged, turning the paper around to see what your fake tickets said. When his eyes landed on the paper his face instantly turned ghostly white.

“Doctor…” you growled softly. 

“W-we should probably run now,” he whispered back. Before you could react, the security guard pulled the two of you firmly to the side. 

“Doctor, what is going on?” You whispered as the guard led the two of you to a police car. At least, you assumed it was a police car. Unless flashing red and blue lights meant something else on other planets, it was definitely a police car. 

“I’m sorry,” the Doctor winced softly as the security guard guided the two of you to an officer. The cop looked you up and down before guiding you inside of the car.

“I would feel a lot better if you told me why.” 

You weren’t necessarily mad about the police car, it wasn’t the first time you had gotten arrested on the Doctor’s behalf. Usually, he was able to get you out of it. You were more frustrated that he wasn’t telling you what was happening. 

“Remember Titan 4?” he winced. 

“Doctor!” you snapped angrily, “I specifically asked you if I needed to know anything about this planet!” 

“Right, I know I’m sorry, I forgot,” he whispered, shaking his head softly. 

“How bad is it?” you sighed, looking down at your lap. 

“They’re not gonna kill us,” he shrugged with a sad smile. 

“What did we even do?”

“You can’t lie on Phact.” 

“Like, physically?” 

The Doctor grimaced, thinking the question through, “not exactly,” he offered. You waited for him to further explain. 

“They can tell telepathically if you lie and that ability extends to psychic paper.” 

“I gathered as such,” you sighed, “but that still doesn't explain why we’re in a cop car” 

“It’s illegal to lie.” 

“Seriously?” you gaped, “any kind of lie?” 

The Doctor nodded.

“Even if you tell your friend she looks fine when she really looks a mess 'cause you want to spare her feelings?”

The Doctor frowned but nodded again, more tentatively this time.

“That’s a horrible idea.” 

“Don’t tell them that.”

You sighed softly in agreement.

“I really am sorry,” he looked at you with those big, sad brown eyes of his. It was very, very hard to stay mad at him when he looked at you like that. It was your weakness.

“It’s fine,” you shook your head. “What are they going to do?” 

Before the Doctor could answer, the car stopped and a cop came around to help you out of the car. The officer led you inside a very space-looking police station to a very Earth-looking interrogation room. You sat next to the Doctor in metal fold-out chairs, a table separating you and the officer. At least they didn’t cuff you.

“Names,” the officer groaned, clicking his pen and hovering it over a yellow legal pad. He had the kind of face and demeanor that told you he would rather be anywhere else.

“The Doctor.” 

“Really funny, what’s your actual name?” the officer frowned. 

“That’s my name,” the Doctor pouted, offended that someone would think it wasn’t. You smiled softly to yourself, finding the Doctor’s disappointed frown adorable.

“Fine,” the officer groaned, scribbling it down on his paper. “Age?”

“904,” he said without blinking. You hid your widening smile with your hand. You were starting to feel a little bad for the police officer. 

“You’re how old?”

“904.”

“Species?”

“Gallifreyan.” 

“Never heard of them,” the officer shook his head, writing it down on his paper. “You lot must age differently,” he grumbled, more towards his paper than the two of you.

“Right, and you?” the officer asked, tilting his head in your direction. 

The Doctor nodded softly at you, urging you to comply with the officer’s wishes. You sighed and answered the same questions. The officer just seemed relieved to write down something less ridiculous. 

“Alright,” he slid the paper pad away from him before leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed “You have been charged with a first-class felony of deception. You will not be fined or executed. To be released from custody you must provide your biggest secret”

“That’s it?” you asked, it seemed a little too simple. The officer nodded, clearly fed up with you and the Doctor.

“Look, folks, let’s just make this easier for all of us and get on with it?”

The Doctor nodded his agreement, casting a nervous look over at you. You nodded back, trying to think of something you could say. You knew easily what your biggest secret was, but you knew you couldn’t say it out loud. Especially not in front of the Doctor. 

“I’m terrified of hospitals,” the Doctor said with a small frown. 

“That’s ironic,” you chuckled, assuming he was making a joke. The officer stared at him for a few minutes, probably thinking the same thing. 

“Checks out,” the officer sighed, writing “scared of hospitals” next to his other notes on the Doctor. “Weird secret, mate,” he added before turning his attention to you.

You fiddled anxiously before leaning back in your seat, your eyes trained on your hands. 

“Does he have to be here for it?” you asked softly. The Doctor looked at you confused, wondering what was so bad you didn’t want him to know. 

“I just admitted I'm terrified of hospitals as a doctor, it can't get worse than that,” he laughed.

“Does he?” you asked the officer, ignoring the Doctor. The cop looked between the two of you; the Doctor staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at you, and you trying to act like he wasn’t there.

“Yes,” the officer challenged, leaning back in his seat again. You narrowed your eyes at him, wondering if he only said that to see how things would play out. 

“So, what’s your secret?” he smirked, confirming your suspicions. “I’ll know if you’re lying” 

You sighed, trying to steady your racing heart. You wanted to scream, maybe even cry. You wanted to blame the Doctor, even if it wasn’t really his fault. Even more, you wanted to wipe that stupid, smug smile off of the officer’s face.

You took one last look at the Doctor, smiling sadly at him. He looked back at you with confusion, unsure why you were looking at him as if it was the last time you’d ever see him. To you, it felt like it would be. He could never look at you the same, not after this.

“I’m in love with this idiot,” you sighed, cocking your head towards the Doctor. The silence that followed was deafening. While the Doctor’s brain struggled to process your words the officer sized you up, searching for any falsities in your statement. 

“What a strange pair,” the officer shook his head, leaning forward to write on his pad again. “In love with the other one”

You looked at those words scribbled on the thin, crappy paper and felt your heart clench. It was out there now, the Doctor knew. At the moment, you couldn’t think of anything worse. You would rather spend your entire life in prison than have had to admit that.

“You’re free to go,” the officer waved you off, more preoccupied with writing more things on his paper pad. It seemed so simple, yet one little secret had turned your world upside down.

You nodded solemnly and stood up, heading out the door. The Doctor wasn’t far behind you. 

The walk back to the TARDIS was really quiet, a stark contrast from a few short hours ago. You tried not to sulk too much as you walked through the busy streets back to the ship.

The Doctor unlocked the doors without a word, holding them open for you. You walked inside the ship for what you assumed was the last time. The Doctor followed, heading over to the console to mess with a few buttons. 

“I’ll pack my things,” you whispered, more to the floor than the Doctor. You moved towards the hallway that led to your room but the Doctor cut you off. 

“What?” 

“I’ll pack up,” your eyes remained trained on the floor, not wanting to look into his. You knew the Doctor wasn’t going to keep you around after this. It was glaringly clear that he didn’t have those feelings for you, that he couldn’t.

“Why would you do that?” he frowned, moving away from the console. 

“You’re kicking me out.” 

“I think I would know if I was.” He moved so he was standing in front of you, tilting his head down in an attempt to catch your eye. 

“It’s ok,” you shook your head, your eyes trained on your shoes, “I know you don’t want me around anymore.” 

“Is this about the whole secret thing?” the Doctor asked gently.

“I know you don’t feel the same, I never expected you to,” you shook your head, averting your gaze again. “I’d understand if you just wanted to drop me back at home.” 

“Is that what you want?” 

You shook your head, clearing your throat, “It’s not exactly about what I want is it?” 

The Doctor remained silent, his mind working for the right thing to say. He didn’t fully comprehend what was happening. 

“You’re under the assumption that I’m going to drop you because you love me?” He said softly, still trying to catch your eye. 

“Is that not what’s happening right now?” You frowned, confused. 

The Doctor laughed softly, moving away from you with one long stride. He ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the spiky strands. You continued to frown at him, confused by his demeanor. 

“I can establish a psychic block,” he explained, waving his hands about as he talked. You frowned, confused as to why he was talking about this now. “I told the officer a secret, but I didn’t tell him my greatest secret.”

He had the kind of look on his face he got when he was trying, and failing, to figure something out. It was a look you knew well at this point, you had just never been the cause of it. 

“There’s so much of you in my head,” he groaned, waving his hands by the sides of his face, “which is saying a lot 'cause I have more in my head than you will ever experience in your entire life.” 

You gaped at him, unsure what you were supposed to say in this scenario. Was this his secret?

“You take up so much space,” he emphasized exasperatedly, repeatedly running his hands through his hair. “Even when you’re not here I’m constantly thinking about you!” He leaned his hands against the console, hanging his head as he continued rambling.

You stared at him like he had grown a second head. No, three extra heads. And a tail. 

“I’m sorry, what?” you asked.

The Doctor moved back over to you, reaching out to cradle your face in his hands. He cupped your cheeks gently and bent his head forward so your foreheads connected. 

“You take up so much space,” he whispered, his breath fanning across your face. “And the fact that you can’t see that kills me, it really kills me.”

“Doctor-” you whispered in shock. In your mind, there was only ever one way that the Doctor could react to your feelings, and this certainly wasn’t it. “Are you saying what I think you are?” 

The Doctor laughed sharply, shaking his head against yours, “You’re clueless, y’know that?”

“You’re not much better,” you frowned back. “But that doesn’t answer my question.” Your heart thudded against your chest, threatening to beat right out of your body. The mere implication that the Doctor could have even a shred of feelings for you was sending your senses into overdrive.

“Yes, I am,” he whispered. That was all you needed. You knew it was hard for him to say things like this. He wasn’t exactly the “I love you” type. The fact that he had said this much already was a wonder. 

You didn’t really think about it, you just kissed him. His lips fit against yours perfectly and the kiss was over much sooner than either of you had wanted.

Your face was still cradled in his hands as the Doctor bent down to press another, quicker kiss against your lips, returning the act of affection. You smiled happily as he pulled back, looking up at him with pure adoration.

“Are you really afraid of hospitals though?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed. 

“Terrified,” he shook his head.

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Hi, congrats on 2k followers! Can you do the margaritas prompt with Nanami for your event?

Spicy Margarita!

Summary: Marie’s Summer Fest prompt: margaritas

Pairing: Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, buzzed sex, both parties are consenting, unprotected, sex, couch, sex, rough sex

Word Count: 1,776

A/N: thank you Nonnie!! A few of my mutuals know that I have a weakness for spicy margaritas or margaritas in general! I have been known to order commissions from time to time after consuming many margaritas on Friday nights! So this one came naturally to me!

One of the many things you loved about your husband was the fact that he was a foodie. Both of you enjoyed going out and having dinner, trying new restaurants, foods, and drinks. Especially when you were together on the weekends. While eating at a new Mexican restaurant one weekend, you found your favorite alcoholic beverage—a spicy mango margarita with Chamoy and tajin sugar-salt rim.

The drink was the perfect combination of salty, spicy, and sweet. If you could dive into the sweet, fruity frozen cocktail and swim in it, you would. It was your all-time favorite in the entire world.

It was until the restaurant shut down because the owner moved back to Mexico. That was truly a sad day when you and Nana saw the building was empty on a Saturday night. You cried over losing your favorite fruity cocktail but tried to find the next best one you could. Your journey was very disappointing because every restaurant you ate at didn't come close to making a tasty margarita. The drinks you had tasted were either too expensive or were just mediocre. Eventually, your poor heart couldn’t take the mourning any longer of trying to find the next best margarita out there. So you found yourself opting for the next best thing: Korean plum wine.

Soon, the memory of that tasty margarita would become nothing more than a memory. A fond one that was full of laughter and smiles. Until you came home from work on a hot summer day, only to be greeted by the sound of a blender entering the kitchen instead of your husband's soothing voice. Following the sound, you sauntered into the kitchen, freezing in your tracks as you stared at the blender's bright orange, frozen concoction. Your husband was rimming a glass and sticky red mix before rubbing it on a plate full of sugar.

“Ken?” upon hearing your voice, your husband turned to smile, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Welcome home, Love.” you watched as Nanami poured the contents of the blender into one of the rimmed glasses. “Here you go. Thank you for your hard work this week.”

Your mouth began to water as you brought the glass up to your mouth. After taking a long sip, the second spicy liquid hit your tongue. Your eyes snapped wide open. Your Margarita! Your sweet husband somehow managed to make your favorite drink. The sound of your happy moans leaving your mouth was music to your husband‘s ears.

“Kento! This is delicious!” you took another sip, eyes rolling back into your skull at the sweetness that envelops your taste buds. “How did you even manage to make it this perfect?”

“Trial and error.” emotions to a few other glasses on the counter. “I made these on the rocks to taste test until I perfected it. I blended it all once I knew I had the right measurements of everything.”

Along the counter were six glasses half full of orange liquid. You placed your frozen margarita down before trying one of the other drinks. The ice clinked in the glass as you brought your mouth tasting it. It was just as good as the frozen one he had handed you! You could tell there was something different about it; though this one had less spicy tequila, but it was still mouth-watering good!

“Mmm, it's so good, Ken!” Nanami took one of the five remaining cups and downed its liquids, humming at the delicious taste with less mango puree.

“Yes, you’re right, it is good.”

Not wanting to waste a single drop of the tasty drinks, you and your husband downed his six experiments before taking on the pitcher next. It was safe to say both of you were pretty buzzed when the last drops of the margarita were gone. And as the liquid seemed to warm your blood, you had an undying need to have your husband inside of you.

The thing about tequila was that it never left you feeling hungover, but it made you insanely horny.

So it was no surprise to your husband when you pulled your clothes off. The tequila left a certain glowly hue around your husband, fueling your hungry desire. Nanami was feeling the same. A warm, tingly sensation ran down his back as he leaned back against the couch, watching your eyes play with lust as you began hugging his sweats down. His hand gently reached around the back of your head, stroking your hair softly as you straddled his hips.

“I want you.”

“You do?”

“Mhmm~!”

Your tequila-laced breath moved in with his own, the smell of alcohol flooding your senses as Nanami gently gripped your hips with both his hands.

“Good, I need you too.” Nanami’s lips pressed against yours as he began bucking his hips up against you, needing to do nothing more than bury himself inside of you.

Which was how you found yourself in your current position, pressed into the couch cushions as you are back into you from behind. You cried out whimpers, leaving your mouth as the pillows muffled some of your sounds while you rocked shamelessly back against your husband’s cock. Nanami grunted, tilting his head back as he lost himself in the way that your pussy squeezed him.

His hand slapped firmly against your ass, massaging it roughly. “Fuck you're so damn tight!” he gripped the fat of your ass, forcing you to fuck yourself back against him harder.

“K-Ke—Kento!” you breathlessly whimpered, looking back over your shoulder at the crazed look in his eyes as he focused on the site of his dick disappearing inside of you. With your ass against him, his cock began to shimmer with your wet sticky arousal. “Nngh!”

He slammed the head of his cock firmly against your cervix, making your eyes roll back as your head fell forward, face buried in the cushions. Your sweet moans were muffled until Nanami wrapped his hand around your hair as if you were his tie and lifted your head out of the cushions. Those sweet little cries that left your mouth filled the living room, bouncing off the walls from how loud you were.

“Don’t you even think about holding back those sounds. I want to hear you.” He tugged your hair tighter, lifting your head higher. From the grip he had on your head, your back arched deeper, sticking your ass up higher, forcing his cock deeper inside of you. “Nngh fuck—mmph— yes, that’s my good girl taking my cock like a good little slut.”

“Haaah! Ah~ ah~ fuck! Fuuuck Kento!”

The couch creaked under your weight as Nanani began thrusting harder into you, slamming his hips so hard against your own that your ass rippled under the force. You were filled to the ultimate brim, his tip kissing your cervix, pressing deeper into you. You could feel him in your womb, leaving you crying, tears streaming down your cheeks from the oversensitivity as pure white hot pleasure rushing through your veins.

“Mmm~ that’s right, that’s my good little slut, crying over how good she feels.” Nanami kissed your shoulder blades before forcing your head back into a throw pillow. “Now be a good little cum slut, and squirt all over my cock.”

The slow lazy thrusts were completely halted as Nanami pulled all the way out, his tip catching on the ring of your tight entrance before he set a brutal fucking pace. He slammed into you and made you cry into the pillow, tears staining it, proof of how good and sensitive you felt things, thanks to the alcohol in your system.

But it wasn’t just the tequila that made you feel like this. It was the unfiltered love that you had for the man who was making you feel so good. He went above and beyond, making your favorite drink. Something that you had pretty much given up on our tasting again. But your husband had done the impossible. He had spent time, effort, and resources concocting that perfect drink to make you happy.

So, of course, you were crying tears of joy as Nanami fucked you so good. Consistently proving that he was the man you wanted to spend your entire life with. It only took three of that deep hard thrust, where his head rubbed and brushed against your g-spot perfectly before ramming into your cervix with a force that left you reeling as you came hard, squirting all over his cock all over the sofa, making a mess.

Your husband didn’t take long to follow you over the edge, hands gripping your hips and his large hands holding steady as he filled your cunt with his seed. The sensation of the spurts of hot white sticky cum filling you made you moan in pure pleasure as you let out muffled cries of your husband’s name into the pillow beneath you. Once Nanami’s cock stopped throbbing. He gently pulled it out of you, helping you sit back against him as his cum began leaking out of your pussy.

His lips gently pressed against your cheek as he ran his hand back over your head, pushing your hair out of your face. You turned slightly towards him, pressing your lips against his, and just as he began to smile at you, you started rocking your hips slowly against him, his face twisting up with pleasure and fear as you moved so fast he barely saw you. One second he was sitting up, holding you in his arms, and the next, he was forced down on the couch while you straddled his hips, hovering over his cock, while your combined cum drilled all over his crotch.

At that moment when he swears he could see a hearts in your pupils. He suddenly remembers the second reason behind your undying love of those spicy margaritas. Not only did it make you horny, but it fueled your already high sex drive. Swallowing hard Nanami watched as you lined his cock up with your pussy. He was in for a very long night. Not that he was complaining about it.

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swallow your doubt (gojo x reader x geto) pt.1

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warnings: ao3 is down and i’m losing myself; i have a clear bias but i like them equally i swear; gojo

In more ways than one, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru completed each other.

Darkness and light.

Black and white.

Yin and yang.

What they had for each other was more than a feeling, more than a simple friendship. It transcended the meaning of the much too simple word of ‘like”, or ‘love’.

It was always, always so much more. What one was, so was the other. What one could, so could they.

In other words, they were made just for each other.

But, why, oh, why? Why do you long for what couldn’t, shouldn’t be yours?

Your lingering gaze on Geto whenever he gently placed his hand on your waist to move you to the side whenever he needed to pass by you.

“Please excuse me…” He would whisper into your ear, the dull, calming scent of lavender filling your nostrils whenever he pressed himself close to you for that brief moment.

Your stunned stare at Gojo whenever he would unceremoniously shove one of his many treats into your mouth. Sometimes even purposely leaving his sugar-coated fingers in your mouth to perhaps spite you. His grin a little too wide when you obediently chewed, his pale fingers reaching to pull at one of your cheeks and cooing before leaving.

It was wrong. So wrong. Yet, your heart ached, yearned for them.

You craved them.

But how do you fit in what has already been completed?

How do you trace the calluses that mar Ge- Suguru’s hands as he watched you so?

How do you count the stars reflected within Satoru’s eyes as you both gazed up at the night sky above?

How could you continue to live with such guilt, such pining, such anguish?

Your hands shook as you watched the pair shove and tease each other, their forms slowly disappearing into the distance, with Shoko watching with a lazy grin on her face as she leaned against your dazed form.

A hot summer afternoon, a warm bench and a cute girl to relax with. Everything Shoko needed to kick back and chill, all she was missing was an ice cold drink from the vending machine. Should she get one with you?

She watched as your eyes glazed over, your breaths growing a little shorter, your hands moving to hug yourself a little tighter than usual.

“Hey.” She shook you gently.

No response.

You must be really deep in thought. It wasn’t rare to see you lose yourself to your creative little head. Wasn’t rare to see you dazed over in your imagination and giving Shoko free reign over you for a little while as she played with your fingers or twirled your hair.

She let out a hum, debating whether or not to interrupt your little internal debate, watching your pretty eyes shine before she caught a glimpse of the troublesome duo making their way over. With gifts in hand, no less.

“Yo! Feeling hot?” Gojo greeted as he tossed a can of cold soda over to Shoko, the girl catching it with ease and an easy grin as she felt the coolness of the can against her warm skin.

“And for the other lady… Tada! Your favourite chocolate milk! Fresh from the vending machine!” The grandiose speech went unheard even as the white-haired menace dangled the drink in front of you, waiting for your response in order to tease you.

No response.

Gojo leaned down to be eye level with you, sunglasses tilted down onto his nose bridge as glittering blue eyes stared into your empty ones. Ah, you were having another of your moments.

“Satoru! Don’t run off with the drinks I bought!” Another male voice made itself known before Gojo was roughly shoved to the side, a whine escaping the white-haired sorcerer’s lips as he absorbed the shove, nearly falling over as Geto moved to snatch your drink from him.

He gave one glance at you, and another to Shoko.

The brunette shrugged, “I bet she’s having fun in there.” Opening her can, she leaned back into the backrest and chugged. “You could try to get her out though. You succeed the most.”

“That’s not true! Suguru and I have a 50/50 split on that!”

“More like 70/30. She doesn’t even respond to you half the time.” A pause. “And why does my soda taste weird?”

Their continued banter went unheard by the raven haired sorcerer as he moved to sit beside you on the 2/3 filled bench.

No response.

He gently tucked a strand of stray hair away from your face.

No response.

He pressed the still cold carton of milk to your cheek. Watching with a fond smile as you slowly started to come back. A hand reached up to relish in the chill of the drink, to relish in the feel of his hand pressed close to you.

“Suguru.” You quietly greeted, lips slowly pulling into a cute smile as your eyes moved to meet his.

“Welcome back.” Your hand was now placed over his in another greeting, gently patting it before you moved to take the packet from him with gratitude.

(He wished you let yourself linger your touch on him longer.)

Suguru chuckled, watching as you pulled the plastic straw out and began to drink. “I should be telling you that.”

Suguru moved himself to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with you, relaxing in your presence as he searched his pocket for his now lukewarm soda. He’s still content anyway.

“And why is everyone on the bench but me?! No fair! Move over!”

His last statement was directed at Shoko. Instead of pressing Ieiri inward and sitting at the other end of the bench, the long legged menace chose to squeeze himself in-between Shoko and yourself, pushing you closer to Suguru as he fought off Shoko’s smacks and yells of discontent.

Finally settled uncomfortably with all of you on the bench, his long arms stretched out over the backrest, one arm even daringly resting over your shoulders as he crossed his legs and took in the afternoon sunshine.

“Lovely day we’re having!”

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Shoko still finds it hard to believe you aren’t taking any of the hints the two boys have been giving you. No matter, she’ll let you figure it out yourself as she continues to lowkey flirt with you.

You remain oblivious to the two’s very obvious flirting but, you’re not immune to Shoko’s charm at all.

Shoko, despite not showing it much here has made you flustered way more than Gojo or Geto ever have.

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18: This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers (👀)

Warnings: cute moments, but...

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Nesting.

That phenomenon when a mother thinks it is time to get the house ready for the arrival of a baby. That moment when a mother thinks a onesie of a cat or a dog would make your baby look incredibly adorable. That moment when you want to start buying every piece of furniture you find on the internet.

But nesting should begin only when you have a permanent place to call home.

The Tuscany house is not only mine. And even if this place was the first one that came into my mind whenever I thought about raising my kid, I knew that this won't be possible.

I realized I needed to find a new home, one where Charles and I could build our life together and raise our son.

“Hey, what keeps your mind busy?” 

I closed my laptop and placed it on the coffee table, a weak smile on my lips. We should talk about it, right?

“Love, everything's alright?” he asked worried.

“Yeah, yeah” I sighed. “I was thinking…”

“Oh no, bad news” he teased, a grin playing on his lips. I rolled my eyes and gave him a playful nudge. “I’m just kidding!” he added, laughing.

“I was thinking about, well… Selling my apartment in Florence” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. 

“What? Why?” he frowned. “But you love that place-”

“Oi, let me talk!” I exclaimed, laughing. “I want to sell the apartment because I want to buy a house with you!”

I glanced at him, my cheeks warming as I nibbled my lip. His surprise softened into a slow, growing smile.

“What about this house?” he asked, holding my hands, rubbing soft circles over my knuckles. “I thought you wanted to raise the kid here?”

“Yeah, but…” I sighed. “This house is not only mine. I can't keep Erica and Soleil away from this house only because I chose to raise our son here. It's too big for us…”

“And what were you thinking now, hm?” he smiled, moving closer to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. 

“Well…” I smile softly, kissing his jaw. “I need a house for us, where we can decorate it how we want. Where… Where I can finally nest”

“Oh, it's that?” he chuckled. “Baby momma wants to nest?”

“You are such an idiot…” I sighed, nudging his side. “As if I was the only one who has been looking for things for the baby”

He chuckled and hugged me, kissing my temple. 

“We should get things ready for the gender reveal” he whispered, kissing my cheek a few times. “Like… buying the confetti, the snacks, decorations…”

“Yeah, yeah” I giggled, hugging him.

Since the scare with Athena, we’ve been trying to make her more comfortable. The vet recommended a special diet for senior cats, so I’ve switched her food to match that.

But the worst thing was to know that she was getting older, weaker. 

We try to make things easy for her, and somehow look after her whenever we find her going to hide somewhere, making sure she isn't alone.

“We should do it outside” I smiled, kissing his jaw. “On the table that has good views”

“Oh, yeah” he nodded. “The one who is under the tree?”

“Mhm” I nodded. “So we have more space for our friends and family, and in that way we can leave Athena here without stress”

“I'm sure she would love the attention” Charles chuckled. “But yeah, you are right. Less stress would make her feel better”

“Yeah” I sighed, cuddling him, getting comfortable with my back pressed on his chest as I placed my laptop on my belly..

“So… Buying a house” he smiled, playing with the curls of my hair. “Where? And when?”

“When…” I sighed, swallowing thickly while I rubbed the side of my belly. “I don't know, really… I can't stop thinking about Athena. I don't want to stress her more with another moving out”

“I know, love” he sighed, wrapping his arm over my chest. 

“It's… God, it's so hard” I sighed, blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall. “It's like I'm walking over eggshells with her. I don't know what is going on with her, I don't understand why she's like this. She never had a problem with all the times she was out… I even brought her to some races. But now…”

“Have you thought about going to a better veterinarian clinic?” he whispered. “Dafne, the amount of weight she had lost is not normal, and she's sleeping more than she used to…”

“I know, I know” I swallowed thickly. “I’m scared of what they could say…”

Because somehow, I know what the answer could be. I can feel it whenever she looks at me lately, when she cuddles me at night, when she lays on my chest with her head on my belly. 

Charles sighed, kissing my head and holding me tight. He knows what Athena means to me, he knows how important she is to me. And somehow, I know that she is important to him, too.

“I'll be with you all the time” he whispered. 

“I know” I whisper, kissing his arm softly. “Thank you”

We were both walking over eggshells. Ever since Charles met Athena and she showed him trust and love, he took care of her like I did, treating her like his own.

“Anyway” I sighed, opening the laptop. “Why don't we go to Florence? We can buy things for the party there. And I miss walking around that city”

“Oh, sure” he smiled, kissing my neck. “It's a date, then”

“W-what?” I gasped. “Idiot!”

“Why? Can't I have a date with my girl, hm?” he smirked, kissing my neck. “I owe you so many dates”

“Whatever” I whisper, blushing.

He laughed, kissing my cheek again and again then turning my head with his hand and pressing his lips on mine on a soft kiss.

“But stop kissing me if you want to go there” I whisper against his lips, smiling. 

“We have all day to be there” he murmured, kissing me again, grabbing my laptop and putting it back on the coffee table.

“Oh, now you are the horny one?” I laughed, feeling how he held my hips to make me sit on his lap.

“May I remind you how you woke me up today?” he smirked, making me gasp and hit his chest softly.

“I'm a pregnant woman who has her needs and hormones!” I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest, smiling.

“And I never said I didn't like it” he smirked. “I just want to return the favor”

“Oh, then go on” I smile, kissing his lips, feeling his hands holding my hips and pulling me down on him.

“You don't need to ask twice”

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f1gossip Charles Leclerc and Dafne Morelly were found today walking around Florence! 

They looked very cozy, and Dafne looked more beautiful than ever. Some fans found them buying things in a supermarket and they suspect they will make a gender reveal soon, since they saw them buying punk and blue things.

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dafneismymom I just can't wait to see her around the paddock with her baby bump! 

dafnefanone she should be racing not being pregnant… Disappointed. dafneismymom dafnefanone you ok hun? dafnefanone she has potential to be a world champion. Instead of that she got knocked up by her own teammate. They fooled us.

fewawifwiens they look really cute! Can't wait to have updates of baby Morelli!!

The backyard of the house was full of people, of laughs. Our families came early in the morning to help us get everything ready, to set all the decorations and have lunch together before our friends arrived.

“Boy or girl?” my sister Erica asked.

“I don't want to jinx it” Charles smiled, biting his lip while he placed his hand on my belly. “So I'll keep it to myself”

“So…” Arthur smirked looking at us. “You two are dating?”

I looked at Charles, placing my hand on top of his and nodded, rubbing his knuckles with my thumb.

“Yeah” I nodded, looking at the youngest Leclerc.

“Fucking finally!” our siblings exclaimed, making our parents laugh.

“Is the best. We want to raise our baby together, as a family,” I said, glancing at Charles. The commitment in his eyes reassured me, and I knew we were on the right path.

Charles held my hand tightly and smiled, leaning closer to kiss my temple. He placed his hand in the back of my chair, playing with my hair.

“We always said that you two were going to end up together” my father said, mirroring Charles and placing his arm in the back of my mother's chair. “That those fights you had were only temporary”

“Oh yeah” Charles' mom laughed, looking at my dad. “Hervé and you had a bet, right?”

“He should give me like 50 euros” he laughed. “When you two were teens we made a bet. Hervé said that you two wouldn't get together before your thirty, and I said you two would. So… yeah”

I felt Charles moving on the chair, taking a deep breath. I looked at him with a sad smile, holding his hand and kissing it.

“I miss him,” Charles said, his smile faltering as he looked down. “I always imagined he’d be here longer… seeing us get married, meeting our kids”

Silence fell between all of us, smiling sadly. I held Charles' hand that was on top of my belly, holding it tightly.

“Anyway” his mother smiled weakly. “How is everything going?”

I took a deep breath and smiled, kissing Charles’ cheek softly.

“Good, yeah” I nodded. “Some days ago we had a little scare with my cat, but… Yeah, besides that, everything is good. The baby is calm, not kicking hard, and it's healthy”

“Oh? Athena?” Soleil frowned. “What happened to her?”

“She's old” I smile weakly. “Having health problems, I guess… We don't know yet. We went to the city the other day and a ver made some studies, they will send us the results soon”

“But she's okay as long as she doesn't get stress” Charles smiled, nodding and rubbing my arm. “We discovered she likes to sleep in the room next to Dafne's, so we made sure she's comfortable there”

“Little Athena wants attention, that's all” I smile weakly. “With the pregnancy and Charles being around, and the change of house again… We want to buy a house for us, but with her being sick…”

“Hey, it will be okay” Erica smiled, holding my hand. “If you need it, I can keep her with me”

“No, don't worry” I sighed. “I just…”

I swallowed thickly, looking at my belly. There's something inside of me that these are the last months I'm going to spend with her. Something inside of me tells me that she won't make it.

Charles pressed a gentle kiss to my temple, and I sighed, my eyes fluttering closed as I leaned into his touch.

“Today is a day to be happy” he smiled. “Smile, yeah? She is with us, don't worry”

I leaned into Charles, a soft smile tugging at my lips as I watched his hand gently trace circles on my belly.

“So… Buying a house?” my father smiled, drinking the last sips of his wine. “If you need help with anything you know we can help, right?”

“Yeah, just…” I sighed. “We want to wait a little. I started to have that nesting instinct, wanting to make the home more comfortable for the baby, but at the moment I don't think we can do it”

“We decided that we won't raise the kid in this house” Charles smiled. “It wouldn't be fair for Soleil and Erica, this is their house too”

“But you can stay here, guys…” Erica smiled weakly. 

“We want to live together” I smiled softly, looking at Charles. “In our own house, watching our kid grow and make memories in a house that is ours. This place can stay as what it is: our summer house”

“So it's official, then?” Arthur smiled looking at us. “We are finally becoming a family, huh?”

“You already were” I smiled.

After lunch, we tidied up, the anticipation building as we waited for our friends to arrive.

Charles and I were sitting in the couch, enjoying the warm weather while we waited, already knowing that they were on their way to the house.

“We should find a name for our baby, hm?” he whispered, with his lips pressed on my temple. 

“I want our baby to carry your dad’s name and Jules’ names” I said, pulling away a little to look into his eyes, placing my hand on his chest. 

“Dafne…” he smiled weakly, placing his hand on my belly.

“They are not with us anymore, but I want them to be remembered” I whisper. “I want our baby to know about them, to know that he has their names because of two wonderful people”

He smiled and cupped my cheek, pressing his lips on mine and kissing me softly, pouring in that kiss all the words he can't say.

“Dorian Jules Hervé” he whispered, making me gasp and laugh 

“Dorian? Are you sure?” I laughed. 

“Come on, you showed me those TikTok edits about that character” he laughed. “And if the genetics are right, he has a fifty percent probability to have blue eyes”

“And a fifty percent probability to have green eyes” I laughed softly, pecking his lips. “But… I really like how that sounds”

“Dorian Jules Hervé Morelli-Leclerc,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple with each name, as if sealing the memory of those we love.

“Both surnames?” I whispered. 

“Sure, why not?” he smiled. “We are not married, you don't have my surname”

I smile looking at him, kissing his lips softly. I love him, I accepted those feelings recently. But talking about marriage? Not yet.

Some minutes went by when Kika sent me a message saying that they were already in front of the gates, waiting for us to open it.

We got up from the couch, anticipation bubbling between us as we made our way to the front gates. The sight of our friends stepping out of their cars brought a rush of happiness, and I couldn’t help but smile, feeling the day’s excitement building.

“My god, you are glowing!” Kika gasped while walking towards me, hugging me, then looking down at my belly. 

“Thank you” I chuckled, kissing her cheeks. 

“How's everything going? The baby? How is it?” she smiled.

“Yeah, well… Good” I smiled, looking at her and then at Charles. 

I smiled, looking around and then gasping softly when I saw Violet walking out of the car with a black puppy. I laughed, watching how Lando picked up the dog and walked towards us.

“And this little one?” I laughed, letting the puppy smell my hand.

“Meet Rhys” Violet smirked, laughing and looking at Lando.

“There's no way you named him after Rhysand” I laughed, shaking my head. 

“And you want to name your baby after Manon or Dorian” Violet smirked, hugging me. “You look amazing, Dafne. I missed you so much”

“I missed you too” I smiled.

Somehow it made me feel good. They welcomed me as a new wag, even if it was still hard for me to accept that I won't race anymore. But knowing that they would be by my side, made me feel grateful.

“We bought some things for the baby” Lily smiled, standing next to me after kissing my cheek. “Since none of us knew the gender gets we decided to make some onesies of the teams”

“Oh yeah, McLaren would look amazing on the baby” Lando smirked, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend's waist. 

“Our baby will be a Ferrari baby, so no, we won't accept that onesie” I laughed.

“Oh, don't worry, we will put it on when we'll have to babysit, hm?” Violet smirked.

“Like hell I'll ask you to babysit my baby” Charles laughed looking at them, wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing my cheek. 

“I never thought thatI would live to see that” Pierre laughed. “But I'm glad you two are finally together, really”

I smile looking at them, then at Charles. Them, our closest friends, know how much we fought, how many times we said that we hated each other.

“Anyway! Let's go to the backyard” I filed placing my hand on Charles' chest. “Everything is ready”

We all walked together, and I couldn't be happier. Our son will be surrounded by amazing people, a family of many people that will love him and help him with everything. And our friends will be there whenever we need them, taking care of him and loving him.

Charles stood beside me, his hand resting gently on my lower back. I glanced up at him, catching the hint of a smile playing on his lips. We both knew what was coming, and even though we had known the gender of our baby, this moment still felt monumental.

The table in front of us was adorned with candles and flowers, a perfect setting for what was about to unfold. At the center was a large, beautifully decorated cake. The outside was a neutral white, with a few little pink and blue flowers. But inside that was where the secret was hidden.

"Are you ready?" Charles whispered, his breath warm against my temple as he gently rubbed my back.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I whispered back, a smile playing on my lips as I reached for the knife, my hand trembling slightly with excitement.

As the knife slid through the layers, the hush that fell over the crowd made the moment feel even more surreal. We lifted the first slice, revealing the bright blue filling inside. Gasps and cheers echoed around us, and I couldn’t help but laugh, the joy bubbling up inside me.

“It’s a boy!” Pierre shouted, followed by all of the boys screaming excited. 

Even though we had already known this, seeing everyone else’s reactions, sharing that moment with them, felt like we were experiencing it all over again. My mother rushed forward, her eyes shining with happy tears as she hugged me tight. Charles’ mother wasn’t far behind, wrapping her arms around both of us as she laughed through her tears.

"You've been carrying a little prince all this time," my mother said, her voice trembling with emotion.

“Yeah” I smile, hugging her, feeling tears blurring my vision. “A little prince”

Charles couldn’t stop smiling, his pride lighting up his face like the sun. He embraced Arthur and then Lorenzo, while his friends clapped him on the back, laughter and cheers mixing with the joyful chatter of my sisters.

“I knew it would be a boy!” my sister Soleil laughed, walking towards me with Erica and hugging me.

Charles turned back to me, his eyes meeting mine with that look I’d come to love so much. He reached out, taking my hand in his, squeezing it softly.

He took a step closer to me and pressed his lips on mine, kissing me softly and sweet, the kind of kiss that felt like sealing a promise. The cheers around us grew louder, but for a moment, it was just the two of us, wrapped in this incredible feeling of love and anticipation.

The celebration was everything I had hoped for and more. The sprawling garden of the Tuscany house was filled with laughter, love, and the scent of roses. Family and friends gathered around the long, beautifully decorated table, toasting to our baby boy. 

Charles stood beside me all the time, his arm wrapped around my waist, his lips pressing soft kisses on my shoulder, temple and cheek.

But then, the mood shifted. A sudden hush fell over the group, and I noticed our friends turning, their smiles faltering into puzzled frowns. My pulse quickened as I followed their gaze, and that’s when I saw her.

“Melanie?” Charles frowned.

She stood at the entrance to the garden, her presence like a shadow creeping into the light of our perfect day. Her chocolate hair caught the evening sun, almost giving her a caramel glow, but her eyes were dark, filled with something that made my stomach twist. She was holding her stomach, her hand resting protectively over what was unmistakably a baby bump.

I felt Charles tense beside me, his hand tightening on my waist as his gaze zeroed in on her swollen belly.

“What the hell are you doing here?” His voice was low, filled with a mix of disbelief and anger, setting my nerves on edge as confusion swirled in my mind.

Melanie started walking toward us, her eyes never leaving mine. I could see something cruel flickering in her gaze, something that made my pulse race with anxiety.

“Congratulations, Dafne,” Melanie said, her voice sweet but full of venom. “It seems we both have some news to share.”

“What are you talking about” I frowned, swallowing thickly. I can't stop looking at her stomach.

My heart pounded in my chest as she shifted her hand on her belly, making her pregnancy even more obvious. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what she was implying. She couldn’t be…

“I’m pregnant too,” she announced, her gaze piercing through me before shifting to Charles. “You are going to be a dad twice, how lucky”

“W-what?” I mumbled, looking at Charles.

My knees wobbled, and I had to grab onto Charles to steady myself. The world around me began to spin, and I could barely hear the shocked gasps and whispers from our family. All I could focus on was the sickening reality that was crashing down on me.

“Dafne, don’t listen to her,” Charles mumbled, turning to me, his voice desperate. “She’s lying. I swear to you, she’s lying.”

I can't breathe. No, I can't. This can't be happening.

“She’s lying,” Charles insisted, his grip tightening on my arm, desperation lacing his voice. “Dafne, it’s not true...”

But the words barely registered. The edges of my vision blurred, the scene before me fading into a dizzying swirl of darkness. The last thing I saw was Melanie’s cold, triumphant smile before the world slipped away.

“Dafne!” Charles’ voice echoed in my mind as I felt myself slipping, my body giving in to the weight of the shock.

And then, nothing.

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Hello hi!!! May I request a male reader and Sebastian not liking each other but they work together towards the same goal but after some time they start getting super close as they are working together? So sorry if this is too vague

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Sebastian paced around the shop, eyes darting from one item to another as he tried to keep himself busy. The small, dimly lit store was crammed with shelves that overflowed with supplies—flashlights, code breachers, medkits, and other necessities that the inhabitants of Hadal Blackside needed to survive. It was a place that reeked of saltwater, metal, and a faint musty scent that no one could ever quite place. But that wasn’t what was on his always occupied mind for today.

What really occupied his thoughts was the person standing across the room.

You.

You were currently hunched over a bunch of files, your expression one of pure disinterest as you counted the day's ‘earnings’, clearly doing your best to avoid any sort of conversation with him as if it was pure poison to ask him how he is or what he is doing right now. That was just your way—feisty, standoffish, and with a quick temper that seemed to flare up at the slightest provocation. It was a mystery to Sebastian how he had ended up in this situation, running this little shop with you. The two of you had never seen eye to eye; you were always snapping at him, always dismissing him with a roll of your eyes or a snide comment.

Yet, here he was. Stuck with you. Stuck with someone who drove him up the wall with frustration—and who also made his heart race like a damn schoolboy’s.

Sebastian gritted his teeth, hating the way his thoughts betrayed him. Why, of all the people in this godforsaken place, did he have to fall for you? He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking in the way your fingers moved with practiced ease over the papers and pictures, your brows furrowed in concentration. There was something about the way you held yourself, something fiercely independent and untouchable, that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

But no, he couldn’t afford to let these feelings take root. Not here. Not with you.

“Stop staring at me, Sebastian,” you muttered without looking up, your voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “It’s creepy and distracting. If you have to, then stare at the wall and count water stains or something.”

Sebastian’s cheeks flushed, and he quickly turned his gaze away, pretending to be engrossed in reorganizing a shelf of old batteries. “I wasn’t staring,” he shot back, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. “I was just… checking the inventory.”

“Sure, you were,” you replied dryly, finally looking up from the counter to give him a pointed glare. “You’re about as subtle as a brick to the face.”

Sebastian bristled at the remark, but he bit back the retort that was on the tip of his tongue. Arguing with you never led anywhere good—it usually just ended with you storming out, leaving him alone to run the shop and stew in his own frustration. Instead, he forced himself to take a deep breath and change the subject.

“We need more assets,” he said, glancing over at the nearly empty shelves. “People keep asking for flashlights and code breachers. We’re running low on everything.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as if just the thought of going out to scavenge was exhausting. “Yeah, yeah, I know. We’ll have to head out to the lower levels again, see if we can find anything worth selling.”

Sebastian nodded, trying not to let his relief show. Working with you wasn’t exactly a joyride, but at least it meant spending time together, even if it was under less than ideal circumstances. And maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to break through that tough exterior of yours. Maybe he could find out what made you tick, what lay beneath that feisty, disinterested facade.

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The trek through the lower levels of Hadal Blackside was as grueling as ever. The corridors were dark and damp, the walls slick with a thin layer of algae that made every step treacherous. Sebastian slithered slightly ahead, his anglerfish lure cutting through the darkness like a knife, while you trailed a few steps behind, your own flashlight flickering intermittently.

“Think we’ll find anything useful down here?” he asked, glancing back at you.

You shrugged, your expression unreadable in the dim light. “Who knows? Could be some old tech lying around, maybe some medical supplies if we’re lucky. We haven't looted that area much.”

“Yeah, if we’re lucky,” Sebastian muttered, kicking a loose piece of debris out of his way. Luck wasn’t something that came easily in this place.

As you moved deeper into the facility, the tension between the two of you seemed to ease just a little. Maybe it was the shared struggle, the mutual understanding that you were both stuck in this hellhole together. Or maybe it was something else—something neither of you was quite ready to acknowledge.

“Hey, look,” you suddenly said, pointing your flashlight at a pile of rubble in the corner. “That looks like an old medkit. Might still have some stuff in it.”

Sebastian moved closer, crouching down to inspect the medkit. It was half-buried under a mound of broken concrete, but it looked mostly intact. “Nice find,” he said, glancing up at you with a small smile.

You rolled your eyes, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get all sappy on me, Solace. Just grab it and let’s go.”

Sebastian chuckled, his heart lifting just a little at the sight of your almost-smile. Maybe this trip wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

As the two of you continued to scavenge, the banter between you grew lighter, less sharp. You still teased him, still made snarky comments, but there was a warmth to it now, a familiarity that hadn’t been there before. Sebastian found himself relaxing, the tension in his shoulders easing as he let himself enjoy the moment—enjoy being with you.

“Hey, watch out!” you suddenly shouted, grabbing his arm and yanking him back with all the force you could bring up just as a piece of metal came crashing down from above, narrowly missing him.

Sebastian’s heart raced as he stared at the metal beam now lying at his tail. “Shit,” he breathed, looking up at you. “Thanks… you saved my ass there.”

You gave him a lopsided grin, your eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and relief. “Don’t mention it. Can’t have my business partner getting squished, can I?”

For a moment, there was a silence between you, a charged pause that seemed to stretch on forever. Sebastian could feel his heart pounding in his chest, could feel the warmth of your hand still gripping his arm. He wanted to say something, to break the silence, to tell you what he was feeling—but the words wouldn’t come.

Instead, he just nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah… right.”

The rest of the scavenging trip passed in a blur, the two of you finding a few more useful items before deciding to call it a day. As you made your way back to the shop, Sebastian couldn’t help but steal glances at you, his mind racing with thoughts he didn’t quite know how to process.

You were still as infuriating as ever, still quick with a cutting remark or a sarcastic quip. But there was something more there, something he hadn’t noticed before. A softness, a vulnerability that you kept hidden beneath layers of prickly defenses.

And maybe, just maybe, he was starting to get through to you.

Back at the shop, you both unloaded the day’s findings, sorting them into piles to be cleaned and priced for sale. The atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed, a comfortable silence settling between you.

“So,” you said after a while, breaking the silence. “Guess you’re not so useless after all, huh?”

Sebastian smirked, his heart swelling with an emotion he was too afraid to name. “Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “Don’t let it go to your head, Solace. Just saying… today wasn’t so bad.”

Sebastian’s smile widened, a warmth spreading through his chest. Maybe this was progress. Maybe, despite everything, you were starting to see him differently.

“Perhaps, no day is really bad when I'm with you.”

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TW: past suicide (not main character), past attempted suicide, suicidal ideation, mental health crisis.

The water was dark and choppy below his feet, dangling over the river from where Eddie sat on the bridge.

It was one of those bridges with a good footpath, but tended to be deserted at night so a car only passed Eddie every once in a while. None slowed, not seeing his shadowy figure leaning against one of the pillars. His car was pulled onto the shoulder just off of the bridge and he’d been there just long enough to wish he’d brought a jacket, but not long enough to convince himself to leave.

What was he going home to? An empty house? To a life that no longer felt worth-

No. He shook his head to disperse the thoughts, but he didn’t get up, kicking his feet as he looked at the water far beneath him.

He barely heard the footsteps before someone sat beside him. He turned, ready to say any excuse or to run in case the person was weird, but any words he had died on his tongue when he saw Tommy Kinard sitting beside him. The older man was watching him with a carefully blank face, but his eyes were worried.

Eddie waited for the other man to speak first and an awkward amount of time passed before he realized it was on him. “What are you doing here?”

He then kicked himself. He could’ve struck up a friendly conversation, said anything else to get that worried look out of Tommy’s eyes, but he didn’t and the look only grew deeper.

“Passing by, saw your car. Could ask you the same thing, Eddie. Perilous place to stargaze.”

“I’m fine.” And maybe it was something in his tone or maybe Tommy was never going to be fooled anyway, but his answer only made the worry lines in his friend’s face deeper. “Really. I’m just clearing my thoughts.”

Tommy hummed and looked down at the choppy water below just as a gust of wind washed over them. Eddie shivered. “There’s a nice park across the bridge. That’s a pretty good place to think. Been there a few times myself. Less dangerous than here. Less cold.”

“It’s not too bad.” Eddie was, in fact, freezing, but he could barely feel it. He felt a flicker of irritation that Tommy was still there. He just wanted to be left alone. “Seriously man, I’m good. You on your way to Buck’s?”

Tommy hummed an affirmation. “Yeah, but I’m in no rush. Might sit here for a minute, if you don’t mind. Pay my respects.”

Eddie couldn’t help the curiosity, even over the growing irritation that he tried not to examine too closely. “Your respects?”

“Mhm. Lost someone here about seven years ago.”

“A call?”

“Nah. Someone more personal.”

“I’m sorry.” The irritation died down as he took in Tommy’s distant look.

“He was a bastard, but he deserved better.” Tommy turned to look at Eddie and the younger man felt a little too seen under sharp blue eyes. “Wouldn’t think it, but it’s not an uncommon place to pitch yourself off of. We attended more than a few calls here, back when I was at the 118.”

The irritation flickered back to life and Eddie swallowed around a lump in his throat. “Yeah. We got a call like that last week.”

“Did they survive?”

“No. DOA.”

Tommy hummed softly. “Sorry, man. Those are rough.” He nudged Eddie’s shoulder. “Probably should head back, man. You don’t want to fall in.”

“Seriously, I’m good, man. Thanks. I’m just going to hang out here.”

To his annoyance, Tommy didn’t move. Eddie stared out over the water, shoulders tense as he waited for the other man to either leave or say something. He finally did, voice tentative as he asked, “You doing ok, Eds?”

The irritation snapped into something bigger. “I’d do a lot better alone, Tommy. No offense man, but I really don’t want company right now.” He dared to look over at the pilot and the man’s blank face made him snap, “Seriously, man, you’re acting like I’m going to throw myself off!”

“I did.”

It took a moment to register in Eddie’s brain, but when it did, the irritation flickered out like an extinguished candle. “What?”

“Rather, I tried.” Tommy’s face was stony and he wasn’t looking at Eddie, eyes turned towards the water. “The guy I lost here seven years ago was me, Eddie. Or rather, the man I used to be. And I tried to throw the rest of me in with him. This very spot. It’s the deepest. I jumped from where you’re sitting now.”

Eddie was lost for words, jolted out of his own head for the first time in a while. “But you’re alive.”

“I never hit the water.” Tommy looked down, fiddling with his hoodie string. “Someone caught me as I stepped off, dragged me back onto the bridge no matter how much I screamed for him to let me go.”

Eddie tried to wrap his brain around it, the little pieces of a picture he had no idea existed with the man sitting next to him. “Why?” His voice sounded wrecked.

“I thought my life was over. I thought everything I’d worked for, everything that I’d fought for, was gone. I’d faked being someone I wasn’t until I was and that person was someone I despised but I thought I was protecting myself until that night. I thought I’d given up everything and it was all for nothing. I was going to be ostracized from the only family I had. So I came here to end it all.”

His voice was matter of fact, but quivered slightly towards the end. Eddie floundered for a moment, feeling like he’d been pushed off of the bridge into the cold waters below. “But you were saved?”

“By the person I thought was going to end my life. By one of the people I thought I was dying to avoid. He’d followed me here, knew what I was going to do. He…” Tommy paused, swallowing harshly. “He hated who I was. He wanted me to hide who I was. But he didn’t want me dead. So he pulled me off of this bridge and took me home and didn’t allow me out of his sight until he knew I wasn’t a danger to myself anymore. And then he left my life. He hated who I was too much to stay, but he didn’t hate me enough to let me die.”

There was a lot to unpack there. And if Eddie was a good friend, he would ask more questions, listen to Tommy. But he didn’t think he could be a good friend to anyone right now, including himself. “You think I’m here to jump?”

“You have the same look in your eye that I had in those days leading up to me stepping off of this spot. I don’t know if you’re here to jump Eddie, but I don’t think you’re going to catch yourself either. Like hell am I going to leave you here. So please, Eddie, let me take you off of this bridge, alright? Because I’m not leaving until you do.”

Eddie looked down, lump in his throat as he watched the waves. “But…”

“Trust me, man. It’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Because it’s temporary. Chris is coming back and you guys will sort it out. You have a family that loves you and friends that want you. And you have a hell of a lot to live for. So you’re going to come back with me to Evan and you’re going to stay with us. Tomorrow we’re going to call your therapist.” There was a pause. “You have a therapist, right? Cause if not, we’re getting you one.”

Eddie nodded slowly. “Frank.”

And he shouldn’t expect Tommy to know who Frank was, but the man nodded immediately. “LAFD Frank? Good man. We’re calling him.”

Eddie turned to look at Tommy, shivering slightly as he felt the next gust of wind. “But you and Buck-“

“Don’t even think about it. Evan wants you there too.”

“You haven’t told him though.”

“I don’t have to. Eddie, will you let me get you off this bridge?”

And every fiber in Eddie’s being screamed at him to say no, to pull away. But Tommy was there, gaze unwavering and determined. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Eddie wasn’t even sure he wanted him to anymore.

He was so confused. He was so tired.

“Ok.”

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mattheo riddle | coffee shop drabble just some fluff with mattheo outside of his typical setting. been in my drafts for a while but the 500 mg of caffeine i’ve had today inspired me to finish it. 1.1k words | f!reader

After spending most of your morning strolling through densely populated city streets, you and your boyfriend Mattheo longed for a short break. You found yourselves entering an equally busy coffee shop; despite all of the action, you sighed in relief as the inside brought a coziness that the foggy spring weather had not granted. Your moment of peace was swiftly interrupted when the comforting air was punctured by a spiteful “Fucking London," muttered by Mattheo.

"Hey, remember what I said, to speak respectfully of muggle life,” you firmly reminded him, prompting Mattheo to roll his eyes.

"I'm just commenting on their ridiculous practices. Imagine living without a few charms to speed up their queues or possessing knowledge of hexes for unruly patrons. Some of these raggedy muggle men clearly have a death wish, eyeing you up," Mattheo explained, his voice heating up slightly as an air of jealousy spiked through him, earning a swift hush from you.

"Enough of that. Firstly, pay no mind to the muggle men; we're not leaving this cafe with an assault charge. And you can't simply overlook every aspect of their world, Matty," you told him. "We're gonna have to stop here sometimes. And let's not forget, you've already strayed from your 'hardened Slytherin principles' by being involved with a half-blood," you added, arching a stern brow. A faint blush tinged Mattheo's cheeks with the reminder of your blood status. He knew he had messed up slightly. "Feeling less judgmental now, are we?" you questioned with a pleased smirk before gesturing towards the lengthy queue of customers. "Come on, go get in line."

Mattheo shot you one last sour glance before standing up, planting a guilty kiss on your forehead, and apologetically joining the queue.

As the aroma of coffee grounds filled your senses and the chatter turned to white noise, you observed Mattheo as he waited. He was constantly fidgeting with his fingers and casting wary glances around, his discomfort for something so foreign to him obvious. It was jarring seeing Mattheo in a new context. Because of your relationship, sometimes you were oblivious to the fact that others found him a bit terrifying.

For one thing, Mattheo constantly exuded a dark allure. His deep brown eyes seemed to penetrate whatever they landed on. His tousled dark curls, erring on the longer end, failed to conceal most of the scars on his face. The most prominent one that lined the bridge of his nose left him looking jaded, with bystanders unaware of how often you placed kisses over it. Despite not being exceptionally tall, his muscular frame hinted at his physical strength. And then there were his scarred hands, roughened up by his often excessive fights, some appearing as if they could have happened as recently as the day prior (and to be fair, you're not sure what he had been up to the times you weren't with him). Even his all-black outfit served to highlight the rest. The subtle paces the muggles strayed away from him in the queue confirmed your suspicions that Mattheo stood out for reasons beyond magic.

Of course, you adored him. To you, he was simply your handsome boyfriend, with scars and poor choices of wording and all.

After a few moments of growing boredom, you made the decision to move from your saved table to join Mattheo in line. Lost in his thoughts (probably something like asking himself how he ended up here), it took you nudging his side for him to notice. He looked at you, the pointed glare he had been directing at everything else softening, but the tenderness was short-lived as he soon became mischievous.

"A tad antsy, are we?" he teased arrogantly, "Have you forgiven me yet?"

"You did offend me back there, so I'm keeping you on a tight leash for the rest of the day." You snuck a hand around his upper arm, emphasizing your point. He smirked and took the excuse to wrap his hand around your waist in a sweet but possessive hold.

"So, what is the lady ordering?" Mattheo asked with a light squeeze to your side.

"I think I'll go for the iced latte," you remarked while perusing the menu. Mattheo snorted, a cocky smirk gracing his lips.

"Don't tell me you also judge others for their coffee," you cautioned, letting him know he was getting on your last nerve.

"Oh please, black coffee being the better drink is just factual."

"Enough of that," you snapped. "You're pushing it today. And I'm not sure how much I trust you, with your entire diet consisting of coffee and cigarettes. Which, speaking of, is a habit we need to break you out of," you continued with your irritated lecture.

"Hey, I'm not on my deathbed," he cut off your tangent, feigning offense with a defiant scoff.

After what felt like an eternity, you reached the front of the line, and Mattheo watched as you placed your order. He offered to pay, a gentlemanly gesture that was most likely to make up for the half-blood comment, to which you accepted. After solving a slight delay caused by confusion over muggle versus wizarding money (Mattheo handing the polite employee galleons, to everyone's surprise), your drinks were finally being prepared.

"It serves you right," you remarked. “Keep insulting your lady, and you'll be paying forever."

"Don't worry; I planned on doing that anyway."

You picked up your drinks and Mattheo pulled off the lid to blow on his to cool it down, prompting you to giggle at his actions.

"How's that scorching black coffee for you?" you asked teasingly, looking a bit too pleased at the sight. He pouted slightly before upping the attitude, warning you to watch your tongue.

Once again, without a clue about his surroundings, Mattheo attempted to cool his drink with a freezing charm. You quickly stopped to remind him that fingertips don't typically summon ice in the muggle world. He gave you a scornful look but complied, waiting patiently instead for his prized black coffee.

Waiting a few more minutes before heading out to brave the lousy weather, you couldn't resist checking out your boyfriend again. You had to admit that Mattheo's intimidating look, paired with a drink in hand, was especially attractive. Everything about him just worked for you, and you pulled some corny comment about him looking hotter than the drink, eliciting a groan from him to hide his amusement.

Now fastened with liquid energy to get you through the rest of the day, you left the cafe side by side, the bickering never ceasing.

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Haii!~ How are you? Good I hope! I absolutely LOVE your stuff and I'm crying tears of happiness just to see your requests open :D I had an idea and after I read your fic "For tuna" I knew you were the one for it. I was wondering how Leona would react if his Tsum went and got something for his s/o. I can imagine it'd be chaotic lmao ANYWAY! Take your time answering and take care of yourself! And thanks a lot for your amazing work 🥹✨️

Tsum Leona

A/N: pov, your cat woke you up at two, and you couldn't fall back asleep, so you wrote this 😂 anyway, hope you enjoy this!

"When interacting with someone from a different nation, you must act with diplomacy and gentleness until such time as you know their customs."

That's how he'd been raised…but did that apply when the someone was clearly yourself from a different dimension?

Two seconds. That's how long he'd taken his eyes off his dreaded tsum to tell Ruggie that Jack's tsum was too loud. He had assumed that the lazy thing would continue to sleep where he left it.

Then he turned around and it was gone. With a groan, he and Ruggie began to search the places he himself would be: his room, the greenhouse, the tree in courtyard, the spell drive pitch. Nothing.

And it was then that Ruggie suggested where the insufferable creature would most definitely be.

Storming off to Ramshackle, angry that this idea hadn't come to him first, he grabbed your doorknob and turned it, since you had an open door policy. But this time the door was locked.

He fucking knew it.

He gripped the knob and busted the door down with his shoulder, thoroughly startling you, and the tsum whom you had been petting on your lap.

How dare he?

That was his pillow!

Your jaw was on the ground and you stuttered, trying to collect your thoughts.

"Spit it out, herbivore!"

The tsum smiled at him smugly.

"You're not a stuffed toy?"

"Why does everyone think-no! I'm not a stuffed toy!"

"I just assumed, since we have a lot of lab accidents-"

"I don't have lab accidents. Also, the portal opened right over your house! How did you not know?"

"Portal?"

He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Seriously, how are you not dead yet? It doesn't matter, why are you petting him so lovingly?"

You looked down at the tsum, then back at Leona. Back and forth. Then you held up your wrist, displaying a shimmering silver band, with an L engraved on it, that he'd bought for you for your next date.

"You rat, you stole that from me!" 

He launched at the tsum but it was too fast, and he ended up kabedoning you on the couch. But there was no time to look at your cute flustered face, he had to tear that tsum to shreds.

It bounced out of his reach again, and he quickly followed. He crouched down, wiggled his tail to calibrate, and was about to pounce when your hand on his shoulder startled him.

"Leo, relax!" 

"The runt is moving in on my herbivore! With my gifts, no less!"

You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into his hair.

"I never thought I'd actually have to verbalize this, but I'm not in love with a stuffed toy."

"You thought you were when you thought it was me."

"Key word being I thought it was you. Not some stuffed toy. Which, again, is something I never thought I'd have to explain."

The tsum decided to nuzzle it's way back into your lap. Leona grabbed it and was about to throw it when-

"Leo! I'm not entirely sure what's happening, but isn't it highly probable that if there's a stuffed version of you somewhere out there, then there's probably a stuffed me?"

You picked up the tsum, and held it in front of his face.

"And I bet the little kitty cat misses his herbivore."

The tsum jumped up and down happily, as if to indicate that you were correct. Sometimes he hated how incisive  you could be, because it meant he had to be sympathetic to a stuffed toy that was nuzzling against his lover's neck. 

He growled lowly, before picking up the tsum and walking towards your busted door.

"Leo?"

"I get what you're saying. I really do. But I need to make sure I'm close to the school so that when Crowley can send this rat home I can punt him through the portal. You get it," he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. He didn't give you the chance to respond as he sprinted back to Savannaclaw.

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