#i just had this image sitting around i'm glad i can use it now

[fumikoshi]

that lap looks empty 🤤

✧ — CONTENT; 18+ ONLY // MDNI — fem! student reader, use of pet names slightly size kink teacher x student

part 2 of this

''Sensei, you called for me, what's the problem?''

You couldn't help worrying, would he punish you for unintentionally violating his personal space? You won't forget those images. you blushed as you remembered them. His big hands around his thick cock, his head thrown back, his mouth slightly open...

it was a very seductive view for you, but also shameful.

part of you couldn't help but feel sad, who was he thinking about? Who did he like? You knew it couldn't be you, of course. But it still upsets you, still breaks your heart to think that he was masturbating thinking about another woman...

You loved him so much. You don't care that he is your sensei.

But he didn't know that. Even if he did, he wouldn't have acknowledged your feelings.

because even though you were of legal age, you were still his student. and he wouldn't be in a relationship with his student.

At least that's what you thought.

''Gojo-sensei, i-if you called me because of that day- I am so sorry! I should have knocked on the door before entering. A-and I didn't see anything at all, I swear! I immediately covered my face with my hands, like this.''

you tried to explain yourself, stammering in a panic, and covered your blushed face with your hands.

...

He was silent, you were afraid of his reaction; was he angry with you? Or did he call you here to punish you? everything came to your mind. but these thoughts were interrupted when you heard him giggling with amusement. slowly you removed your hands from his face and looked at him. He had a cocky grin on his face

''Fufu, now now~ Y/n-chan, why are you embrassed~? there is no need to be shy, you know.''

Gojo chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're absolutely adorable when you're like this, don't cover your face, Y/N-chan."

He leaned back in his chair, watching you with interest. "I'm glad you came here, I wanted to discuss something vitally important'' *he pats his lap*

''come, sit''

your small face blushed, thinking about sitting on his lap- you were going to die from a heart stroke cause of exiting right now.

''but is it okay-''

"Now now, come here, I just want us to be on the same level when we talk, you know, you're too short, haha~" he laughed under his breath

Gojo's power and confidence were overwhelming, making it hard to resist his orders. Slowly, you walked around the desk and sat on his lap timidly, your small body snug against his. Despite the awkwardness, you couldn't help but feel safe in his arms, his warmth enveloping you.

He slowly wrapped his hands around your waist

''Last night I was walking around the dormitory, just as I passed by your room and I heard some voices coming from your room~ and if I'm not mistaken you were moaning my name~''

you froze in your lap, your eyes widened in shock. he knew what you were doing. He was implying that.

''He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. And you were so loud that I couldn't help but imagine what was happening in that little room. What were you doing, Y/N-chan~?''

When you saw your teacher masturbating, you couldn't stand it, you touched yourself that night by imagining him. You were imagining that instead of your own fingers, he had his fingers in your pussy...

God, you wanted to go to the ground. You were so embarrassed right now. Your eyes are starting to fill up, he would be very angry with you for thinking such immoral things.

But contrary to your thinking, gojo liked it very much and is having a lot of fun right now

''S-Sensei, I-I'm so sorry- I can explain-''

"fufu~ don't be so shy, Y/N-chan~ I'm not mad at all. After all, who wouldn't masturbate thinking about someone as handsome and strong as me~?

His hands roamed upwards, cupping your breasts through your clothes, giving them a gentle squeeze. "So, what was it like, imagining me touching you? Did you imagine me burying my face between these soft, luscious tits~?"

His breath ghosted over your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Despite your mortification, you couldn't deny the heat pooling between your legs, the memory of your night's activities stirring a restless ache.

"Go on, tell me, Y/N-chan. what do you want~?''

He continued with that teasing smirk, his hand squeezing your breasts, making you give a soft moan. You couldn't believe he was touching you like this, but also, you didn't want it to stop. You were ashamed of your desires, but his touch was intoxicating.

"Y-you... you're taking advantage of me, Sensei," you stammered, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The words sounded so weak, even to you.

His hand moved from your breast, slipping under your skirt, gently grazing your thigh, making you squirm in his lap. "No, I'm just satisfying my curiosity," he said, his voice deep and seductive.

Your heart raced, your body reacting to his touch despite your mind telling you to resist. "I-I imagined you touching me, filling me up, Sensei," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo's hand stopped just above your panties, his fingers teasing the edge of the fabric—a clear invitation to go further. "That's it, Y/N-chan, tell me more. What did you fantasize about me doing to you?"

You hesitated, your cheeks burning with a deeper shade of red. "I... I imagined you taking off my panties and licking me... ma... making me... wet" you whispered, your voice shaking. The admission was akin to stripping naked in front of him, leaving you vulnerable, yet it felt exhilarating.

A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his hand slipped under your underwear, his fingers gliding through your folds, slick with your arousal. "You're already so wet for me, Y/N-chan," he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

His fingers teased your clit, making you gasp and your body arch against him. "I want to taste you, feel you convulse as I make you cum, hear you scream my name."

He pulled your face towards his, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate, demanding kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, claiming it as he did your body. His hand between your legs worked relentlessly, your moans muffled by his mouth.

"Do you want that, Y/N-chan?" he asked, his voice husky. "Do you want me to pleasure you until you can't think straight, until you're begging for more?"

With his other hand, he unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. The length of it pressed against your stomach, heat radiating from it. "Tell me, little one," he urged, his eyes dark

with desire, the light in them practically burning.

You could feel the heat radiating from his cock, a stark contrast to the chill that ran down your spine. Every inch of your body was on fire, the intimate touch of his hand driving you to the brink of madness.

Your breathing hitched, your words coming out in a ragged whisper, "Yes, Sensei... I want that."

Boldness overcame your fear, and you reached down, hesitantly wrapping your small hand around his erection. The heat and thickness of it sent a jolt of excitement through you.

Gojo's hand quickened its pace, and your body trembled in response. "Good, Y/N-chan, let's not keep each other waiting," he growled, lifting you off his lap and setting you on your feet.

He guided you to the edge of the desk, pushing you down gently so that you were bent over it. Your heart raced as he positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips.

"Are you ready for me, little one?" he asked, his voice an intoxicating mix of dominance and lust.

You bit your lip, nodding, your body already aching for the fulfillment of his promise. The tip of his cock rubbed against your entrance, the pressure making you squirm in anticipation.

With a groan, Gojo thrusts into you, filling you completely. You cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain, your body adjusting to his girth. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back onto him, setting a demanding pace.

''kyaa~AH~!'' you moan loudly and cutely

"Mm, you sound so sweet like that, Y/N-chan," Gojo purred, his voice rough with desire. The sight of your small, tight pussy gripping his cock as he fucked you was a vision he'd never grow tired of.

The rhythm of his thrusts grew in intensity, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. Your moans grew louder, mingling with the wet slaps, a symphony of carnal pleasure.

"Do you like that, Y/N-chan? Do you like having me inside you?" Gojo asked, his voice deep and demanding. His hand snaked around your waist, rubbing your clit, his fingers expertly manipulating your most sensitive spot.

You cried out, your body quivering as the pleasure coiled inside you, threatening to unravel. "Yes, Sensei, I love it! Please don't stop~!"

"That's it, Y/N-chan, tell me how much you love it," Gojo growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his hand working more rapidly on your clit.

Your body trembled, your moans growing louder, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. "Sensei- Sensei, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" you cried out, your body arching, your inner muscles gripping his cock.

Your climax washed over you, a tidal wave of pleasure that left you breathless, your petite body shaking. Gojo continued to thrust into you, driving himself closer to his release.

"Cum for me, Y/N-chan," he commanded, his voice raw and demanding. "Let go, and let me feel your sweet nectar around my cock."

The waves of pleasure crashed over you, your body spasming as you climaxed, your cries of ecstasy filling the room. Gojo followed close behind, you felt his cock twitch inside you, and he groaned, his hips jerking as he filled you with his seed, filling you completely.

He pulled out, his cock glistening with your nectar. He reached down, lifting you up, and you collapsed against him, panting, your chest heaving.

"Such a good little girl~" Gojo cooed, his voice soft and comforting.

"Sensei..." you gasped, burying your face in his chest, your limbs weak from the intensity of your orgasm. You felt utterly sated, yet a small, eager part of you craved more.

His praise brought a small, secret smile to your lips. You liked being called his girl—it made you feel safe and desired, protected by this dominant, all-powerful sorcerer.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat under your cheek. "I... I love you, Sensei," you admitted, your voice still breathless.

''Do... do you love me too?'' you asked timidly

Gojo smirked, his hand stroking your hair. "Of course, I love you, Y/N-chan. I love you more than anything in this world. You're my precious, my doll, my love, my everything."

He nuzzled your hair, inhaling your scent deeply. "You're mine now, and I won't let anyone else touch you. I'll take care of you, protect you, satisfy you."

His words were a promise, a vow of devotion, and possessiveness. He would love you, spoil you rotten, and indulge every whim and desire. To him, you were more than just a student; you were his.

"And you'll always be mine, Y/N-chan, won't you?" Gojo asked, his eyes gleaming with love and protectiveness. He would never let you go, not when he'd finally found someone who could make him feel this way.

He'd make you his, body and soul, and show you a love that would take your breath away. In his world, you were his, and he would never give you up to anyone.

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[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 5

Part 4

to tboyeddie and kas-eddie-munson: yall are on the right track ;)

to a-blog-of-negotiable-affections: i hope this part makes your brain just as goopy as the last.

Steve closed the door to the hotel bedroom. He thought about how he'd already been fucked in this bed. Then he wondered how much longer Eddie would be in town and what sort of bed he'd be taken in next. He went to the bathroom first, checking himself over. Eddie hadn't marked him up yet. But from the way he used his teeth, Steve could tell he wanted to.

He decided to give Eddie a few more minutes to get wherever he was going. In the meantime, he undressed, got comfortable on the bed and checked his socials before getting started.

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Leaving Steve behind was probably the most difficult thing he had to do. But there was no getting out of it when his manager called a meeting like this. But he literally had a hot and ready omega waiting for him. So he was going to be diligent and knock this out so he could get back.

"Alright, I'm here", he announced, using both hands to thrust open the doors of the conference room. "You can all calm down now."

"About time." His manager had her arms crossed. Chrissy looked small and cute but Eddie only let that fool him once. She'd taken their band out of dive bars and brought them into relevance. The rest of his band was there as well, sitting around a table.

From how urgent it sounded, Eddie had a hunch this was about a future venture. Now whether it was a tour or a new album or something like that, Eddie was all for, and glad that they wanted him present for the strategy meeting. But Steve...

His phone buzzed with a text notification and he opened it, eyes bulging and closing it, looking around to see if anyone saw. Gareth was too his left, but with enough distance that he'd have to crane his neck to see his phone. Cautiously, Eddie opened it up again and swallowed.

Steve: Daddy left me all alone guess I have to play with myself Steve: image.jpeg

The picture was of Steve's mouth, his lips shiny with two fingers dipped down to the first knuckle. Eddie could tell from the framing that Steve was in bed, and at the very least shirtless. He put his phone face down but the image was burned in his head. Steve was naked in the hotel room, pleasuring himself, hopefully to the thought of Eddie.

"Got something on your mind, Eds?", Jeff asked when he noticed his strange look.

"Uh, just thinking about covers, you know, covers could be cool it's been a minute since we performed covers."

Gareth perked up. "What if we did a metal cover of a non-metal song? Those are always a hit."

Eddie smiled. They'd only done that live a couple of times but they did it a lot more before they got discovered. Between the four of them, they had varied music tastes and it was always a great creative exercise to change them to fit the new genre.

Then his phone buzzed again.

Eddie bit his lip and peeked at the new picture. This time it was of Steve playing with his chest, nipple pinched between two fingers. The last time they were together, he'd only gotten a taste of him. Eddie wanted more time to explore everything Steve had to offer. He needed more time.

The next picture came more quickly. This time it was of Steve's lower half. It started from his belly button to the very top of his crotch, those dark curls tempting before disappearing under the covers.

Eddie: Tease Eddie: I thought you said you were gonna be good Steve: I never said that

The next picture was of Steve's hand dipping under the blanket. Eddie turned his phone face down on the table again as he let his imaginations run wild. He tamped it down when Chrissy gave him a worried look. He really didn't need his pheromones stinking up the joint. If the boys knew he was mooning over the same omega as before, he'd never hear the end of it. They'd probably meet Steve soon enough anyway.

Steve: You're the one who said to keep it warm

The next image popped up but Eddie put his phone down before it could fully load, sure that it would be the end of him. Grant and Jeff were having a friendly debate on their outfits for the next show and Eddie couldn't hold back anymore. He opened up the image and was blessed with Steve's glorious, sopping cunt, spread out on white sheets.

Eddie bit so deep into his knuckle he would've tasted blood had Gareth not slammed his hands down onto the table. Eddie was glad that his friends were always so passionate about whatever adventure they were on. At times like these, it freed him from having to be an active participant.

Eddie: Behave

He tried paying attention after that. It was bad form to pop a boner and he'd get to sink into that sweet heat soon enough. He was going to knot Steve this time. He deserved it, his pussy was desperate for him and Eddie wasn't so unkind to deny him.

Now Chrissy was asking them about venues and Eddie was attentive and alert and had his head in the game and-

buzz

It was a video. Sent from Steve. Eddie sucked in a breath and quickly excused himself to go to the bathroom. Taking no chances, he plugged his headphones into the jack and locked the door to the stall. He saw thick, hairy legs that he was already familiar with but wanted to get to know even better. Steve sighed straight into his ears as he straddled one of the hotel's pillows.

"Wish it was you, alpha." He let out a small whine as he started to grind, no doubt getting the pillow wet.

Eddie palmed himself as he watched, wishing the same with all his might. Steve moaned, unbidden as he got himself off on the softness between his legs. Eddie pulled out his cock and it wasn't hard to imagine Steve sliding his pussy on it like he'd been trying to do to his leg earlier. He could tell by the panting that Steve was getting close and his hips moved quicker.

He moaned Eddie's name and collapsed, face still out of frame while his hips stuttered. Fuck, that pillow must be soaked. Eddie pumped his cock, just the thought of getting it wet with Steve's juices enough to push him over the edge.

After cleaning himself up, he locked the video. It was for his eyes only. He returned to the meeting, secret safe except it wasn't.

"Dude, you reek", Jeff said the moment he walked in.

"Yeah, does planning really get you that hard?", Grant teased.

"You know it does, Grant-master Flash", Eddie beamed. He shot off a quick message to Steve.

Eddie: Baby likes to put on a show hope you're ready for an encore later

Steve: 🩷

About an hour later, the meeting ended and Eddie was able to get back to Steve. He called out his name when he got to the hotel room and when he didn't get an answer, he went to the bedroom. There was his latest obsession, sleeping like an angel. Eddie walked over quietly, his nose catching the scent of the pillow Steve had used, lying next to him. Eddie buried his face in it, his tongue coming out to lick whatever was left.

Then he turned his attention to Steve. He was lying on his side, blanket only covering him from the hips down. It must have been very purposeful, because Eddie was able to see something peeking out. He pulled the cover down a bit to see a little sticky note attached to his pelvis. There was a little message, with an arrow pointing downwards.

Play with me until I wake up

Eddie could have thrown his hands up in praise. But instead, he would partake in the communion Steve was giving him.

Steve woke up from his nap to someone kissing his neck and kneading his chest. He let out a soft sigh when one of his nipples was pinched. The spicy musk of aroused alpha filled his senses.

"Eddie~", he breathed out as a hand trailed down his torso.

"I see you kept it warm for me", Eddie murmured, letting his fingers slip between his folds.

Steve was still half asleep and it made everything move like syrup in his mind. It was like an amazing dream that he didn't want to wake from. He spread himself as best as he could on his side and that gave Eddie room to start slipping his fingers inside.

"Daddy....Daddy..."

"I've gotchu, baby." Eddie started nibbling at his shoulder. "Think you can take my knot like this?"

"Yes", Steve answered right away, the remnants of sleep knocked from him at the thought of being filled like that. "Yes", he repeated, hoping it would spur Eddie on.

It got the desired result because he felt the tip of his cock rubbing up against him. Steve pushed back and Eddie pulled his fingers out, quickly replacing it with something better. Eddie meant to go slow, let them take their time because they had time. But Steve rocked back and Eddie pressed his forehead to his shoulder as he slid inside.

"Mmmmfuck, feel so good baby. So perfect for me."

"Only the best-ah-for my alpha."

Eddie couldn't let him get away. Not when he drove him wild like this. Even when he was done with this town and onto the next, he had to take Steve with him.

"Need you with me, need your sweetness. You'll want for nothing, baby, I'll give you anything."

For a split second, Steve wondered if his pussy was really that good to make Eddie babble things like that but the next moment he was certain that Eddie's dick was really that good. As it thrust into him, making wet noises in the room, Steve wanted to follow it around the world. If Eddie wanted to take him to the Arctic, Steve would be there, ready to sit on his face.

It was just as good as before, then Steve felt that knot pop in and he saw stars. Eddie bit into his shoulder as he felt Steve milking his cock. All that was missing was the feeling of actually cumming inside of him. Eddie always wrapped it up, obsessed with Steve or not. Until such a time that Steve confessed that he wanted Eddie's seed coating his insides then-

"Hey, you remember how you said we're exclusive?", Steve asked through pants.

"Yeah?"

"I'm thinking..." He craned his neck to meet Eddie's gaze from behind him. "I'm thinking maybe that means you can go without the condom."

Eddie's dick twitched from inside Steve. This man would be the death of him.

Too spent to go out, Eddie ordered them room service and Steve spent the night there again. Back at home, Steve contemplated looking up Eddie's band and learning more about them. He debated simply because he didn't know how much of it would come up. Eddie was taking him to a party. Would he be expected to know their hits? Or how respected they were in the business? Or their rivals were if they had any?

Steve couldn't help but compare this to the life he'd left behind. Being told to smile prettily while the alphas talked business. Eddie probably wasn't expecting him to know much about anything. He'd bought him a nice suit and would have something pretty to show off for the evening. That was Steve's job.

He let out a sigh and opened up his laptop. He searched up 'corroded coffin' and strapped in for the evening.

Part 6

I realized that while i've been tagging the a/b/o stuff, I never really put up a warning for the daddy kink stuff but like...yall read the title LOL

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anxious confessions - chilchuck tims x male reader

a/n: spoilers for episode 22/chapter48

chilchuck nervously fiddled with his fingers. it wasn't often that he felt this nervous. but he had just told the touden party that he had a wife and kids. he had just told you - his crush - about his estranged wife. and children.

he looked over at you. your face was deep in thought as you helped laios prepare the griffin meat. chilchuck's eyes looked over your hands and how deftly they worked the knife. he wondered what they felt like. would your hands be soft? or would they be calloused and rough? what would they feel like holding his hands?

no. he couldn't think about that. all chances of him even confessing to you were thrown out the window the minute he opened his mouth about his wife. they hadn't been together in years but you didn't know that. maybe you thought that she was waiting for him to return to the surface. it didn't matter though. his future relationship with you was doomed.

chilchuck sighed. he was glad that he got it off his chest - it made senshi open up to the group after all. but did it also close the door to your heart?

"hey. you free for a minute?"

you were stood over him. he looked to both sides, thinking you were talking to izutsumi or marcille. with a confused and slightly worried expression, he pointed to himself.

"of course i mean you, dummy," you laughed out. it made chilchuck's heart pound. "it's nothing horrible, i think. just a quick chat."

"oh, okay then." chilchuck stood up and followed after you.

you walked a bit away from the group. it was far enough that they couldn't hear your conversation but not far enough that you would be in danger. how funny would it be if a baby griffin just swooped down and snatched up chilchuck so he didn't have to suffer through this conversation? and how funny would it be if that was what he was praying for?

"so," you sat down in the snow. if it weren't for the fact that you were overheating with embarrassment then it would have chilled you to the bone. "i've had this on my chest for a while and i think it's best if you know. i was going to tell you before we left the golden dungeon but things happened, i guess. uh, basically... how should i put this...

"i have feelings for you? and it's not any hateful feelings, don't worry. whenever i'm with you i feel happy? there's this warm feeling inside, as cliche as it sounds. and i don't like the idea of us being apart. so when you said that you had a wife, it did hurt because what if i break up a happy marriage? you have kids after all. but i knew that if i didn't tell you then i'd regret it for the rest of my life; i'd probably leave the island and live in exile just to avoid that shame. i just wanted you to know so you could reject me and go back to your wife and i can book the next boat off-"

before you could continue your self-deprecating confession, chilchuck surged forward and captured your lips in a kiss. his arms wrapped around your neck as he relaxed into you. out of reflex, your hands grabbing his waist. you kissed him back. all thoughts of exile melted from your head as they were replaced with images of the future: the two of you in a house, lounging around together; fighting side by side against monsters in the dungeon; kisses hidden from the other party members and some shared right in front of them.

all chilchuck could think about was how soft your hands were with him. they were better than he imagined. and your lips? gods, if he were to die now then he would die happy. he hoped that baby griffin he prayed for didn't show up now.

"do you ever shut up?" chilchuck said as he pulled away from you. he spoke softly, like you would bolt away from him first chance you got.

you pulled him in so that he was sitting in your lap. a smile played on your lips. "yeah, when you take my breath away."

"gods, why did i have to fall in love with you?" sighed chilchuck.

for a moment you wondered if he was being serious. he had that look on his face that you had joking labelled the disappointed dad face (fate must really be laughing at you now, in hindsight). yet you could see the ghost of a smile on his lips. it dawned on you what he said.

"you love me?"

chilchuck gently punched the top of your head. he crossed his arms with an incredulous look. "uh, yeah? do you seriously think i would kiss you if i didn't? if you thought you were anxious about confessing, then i must've been paralysed with fear. i thought that any chance with you was gone after i told everyone about my estranged wife and daughters." he made sure to stress the estranged part.

you pouted, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. his hand came up to your head and stroked it. "i love you too, chilchuck."

the two of you leaned back in for another kiss. all the fears and worries chilchuck had melted away as your lips melted against each other's. just like your mind was filled with images of the future, chilchuck's mind was filled with thoughts of the now. being in your arms was like a dream come true and his heart hadn't stopped racing since he said that you had feelings for him. he didn't think it would stop anytime soon either.

"let's get back to the others," said chilchuck. "i'm sure they're wondering why we've been gone for so long."

he stood up first, dusting the snow off his clothes before he held his out to you. a wide grin on your face, you grabbed it and didn't let go.

"so are we boyfriends now? can we kiss all the time?"

"don't make me regret my decision."

BONUS

"so when can i meet your daughters?"

chilchuck choked on his soup.

[aprilclementine]

can’t get the thought out of my head that Steve had come to terms with his feelings before Eddie did, and it’s so obvious to everyone except but Eddie. touching and holding him at every chance he gets, spending all his free time with him, and then the daydreams start. Steve even starts getting high with Eddie, just to be with him more, and the weed just seems to elevate his day dreams.

One lazy night, the boys are up in Steve’s room, laid out on his bed, passing a blunt between the two of them as they stared up at Steve’s ceiling. finding comfort in the presence of each other, Steve had reached for Eddies hand that laid between him, and laced their fingers together. The boys would throw out comments between moments of silence, (Stevie, this wallpaper is a f-cking eye sore).

Steve had turned on his side now, watching Eddie inhale deeply, the way his cheeks hollowed, and rounded out again as he held the smoke. He watched as Eddie closed his eyes, letting the weed burn in his throat, and rolled his head out over Steve’s pillow, to blow the smoke up towards the ceiling. Steve hadn't even realized he was white-knuckling the sides of his jeans with his unoccupied hand.

Steve closes his eyes, moving to lay on his back again. He needs to get his breathing back under control, because right now, the only image he can see behind his eyelids is Eddie between his legs, jaw locked, like he cant stop giving him head, lips stretched out around Steve’s big-

Steve shakes his head, willing himself to open his eyes. He turns his head, just as Eddie is mindlessly holding out the blunt for him to take. Steve takes it with a shaky hand, glad Eddie doesn't notice, as he brings it to his lips, taking a long drag, letting it out with a sigh.

"What's on your mind, sweets?" Eddie had asked, eyes closed, free hand drumming his fingers over his torso.

Steve paused, taking another hit, counting in his head before he released. "Just thinking about how I've never chain-smoked before, I'm so new to all this."

Eddie let out a quiet laugh, "Chain-smoke? Steve, do you mean shotgunning?"

Steve looked at Eddie, pout evident on his lips. "What? What's shotgunning?"

Eddie was now reaching for the blunt in Steves hand, "Can I just show you?"

Steve had nodded slowly, turning his body to face Eddie. "Course, you can, is it like when you blow out those O-shaped rings?"

Eddie shook his head, letting go of Steve’s hand, sitting up on his knees, Steve’s eyes following him closely. Steve watched as Eddie put the blunt in his mouth, holding it in place, as he moved closer to Steve, pushing his shoulder back so Steve was laying on his back again.

Steves mouth fell open slightly, as Eddie slowly put a leg over his thighs. Steve looked up at Eddie with pleading eyes, as Eddie leaned over his torso, and used a hand to hold Steve’s jaw in place, as he used his thumb to drag his chin down, opening Steve’s mouth more, before moving said hand to lay flat against the bed, right beside Steve’s head.

Eddie used his other hand to pull the joint out of his mouth, brows furrowed slightly, as he held the smoke in his mouth, before he leaned in and released the smoke in Steve’s open mouth.

Steve, who had seemed to have slipped into a state of shock the second Eddie put his hand on his jaw, was brought back to reality as he felt the burn of the smoke hit the back of his throat, and the faintest touch of Eddies lips against his. Time moved in slow motion for Steve, as if Eddie had let his lips linger on his for a beat too long, before Eddie was sitting up slowly, as Steve turned to the side blowing the smoke out.

Steve had to close his eyes again, to make sure he wasn’t having some super vivid weed-induced daydream. But, when he turned towards where Eddie sat, opening his eyes again, being met with Eddies intense gaze, looking at Steve as if he was pondering something. Eddie sits up a little more, holding the blunt out to Steve. “Wanna try now?”

Steve had to dig his nails into his palm until he was sure he had drawn blood, before he replied. “Can I?” He asked as he grabbed the almost roach, from Eddies hand.

Eddie nodded simply, leaning back on his palms, as Steve sat up. “Lay em on me, big boy.”

Steve had let out a soft laugh, at the nickname, trying to ease the nerves. He brought the blunt to his mouth, inhaling deeply, moving it away from his face, as he leaned into Eddie.

Steve’s mind was racing, no way this was just straight-bro activites, no way, he could never have imagined Tommy H partaking in shotgunning with him, so Steve hesitated, didn't even let his lips slightly touch Eddies, as he blew the smoke into his mouth.

Steve couldn’t even grab Eddies face, and he so badly wished he could've, he wanted to grab Eddies face, and keep their lips pressed together, passing smoke back and forth. Steve wanted to discard of the blunt and grip Eddies hair so he could pull on it roughly, and hear the sweet sounds he would make for Steve, and Steve only.

But, Steve hesitated. Steve hesitated because Eddie was straight, and they were just two friends, just doing what friends do, apparently.

Steve pulled back as soon as the last of the smoke left his mouth, looking for any sign of regret on Eddies face, as blew the smoke out of his mouth with a sigh.

"You did it wrong, Harrington." Steve looked at Eddie, confused as Eddie sat up straigth again.

"Let me show you how it's actually done."

"Eddie, the blunts practically all filter now, you won't even be able to-"

"Steve, give it to me." Steve handed over what was left of the blunt, to Eddie, putting his hands up in defense.

"See, Eds, theres no way-" Steve cut himself off watching Eddie pinch the end, as he brought it to his lips, inhaling, as he used his other hand, to grab the side of Steves face, and pull Steve so close to himself, their chests were flush with eachothers, and Steve was worried eddie could hear his rapid heartbeat.

Before Steve could even give it another thought, Eddie was slamming his lips into Steves, if Steve hadn't been so shocked by the sudden action he wouldve realized there was little to no smoke in Eddies mouth to begin with.

Steves body finally caught up to his brain, and he deepened the kiss, bringing one hand up to the nape of Eddies neck, and the other gripping his waist. Eddie hummed against Steves mouth, and hooked his other arm around Steve, still holding his face in the other.

Steve was the first to pull away from the kiss. “I wish I would’ve started chain smoking sooner.” Steve said in between breaths, as Eddie moved lower to kiss along his neck.

Eddie sighed sitting up, rubbing at his temple. “Steve, it's called shotgunning. SHOTGUNNING!”

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i have had this short thing in my drafts for a week now and have been so busy trying to perfect the bartender Steve rockstar Eddie fic, and juggle work and school. but!!! winter break is soon so i hope you enjoyed this little thing before i can get back to my longer posts!

[bella-rose29]

Pretty

Anthony Lockwood x gn!reader

requested by anon: Saw your post about Lockwood ideas so here's one! Reader and Lockwood have an extremely close call on a case and in the heat of the moment, Lockwood ends up kissing the reader.

Made this one gn since no gender was specified! hopefully I haven't messed up anywhere with that (pls let me know tho)

I am also so so sorry about how long this took anon 😭 I have nobody to blame but myself for that I won't lie

lockwood has his tea like Cameron and I'm convinced it's a fact

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: swearing, they fight some visitors

Tag list: @anathemaloren, @augustisintheair, @avdiobliss, @dangelnleif, @el-de-phi, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @informedimagining, @karensirkobabes, @mischivana, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @ran23sblog, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @wandamaximoffbae, @whenselenefallsinlove, @wordsarelife

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(not my image, also I'm fully aware of how many times I use this one)

"Hey, I've just put the kettle on, d'you want tea?" Lucy chirped as Y/n entered the kitchen, paperwork in hand. They nodded gratefully, shoving the papers onto the table and flopping in a chair. "What's all that for?" Lucy asked, gesturing to the multiple files now scattered in front of Y/n.

"The case tonight. Lockwood's refusing to help me with the research, the little shit. Says he's got 'important business' to go on, whatever that means." They frowned, remembering how he'd been essentially ignoring them all day. "Did I do something to upset him?" they asked Lucy, looking up at the girl.

"Don't think so. Why?"

"Don't know. Just, he hasn't talked to me all day, so I-" Y/n was cut off by Lucy's snort of laughter, and their frown deepened. "What?! Why are you laughing?!"

"He hasn't talked to you all day? God, just tell him you like him already!"

Y/n flushed at her words, and threw a scrunched up piece of paper at Lucy. "Shut up," they mumbled, crossing their arms and slouching in their chair. Lucy only laughed more, handing over a cup of tea and sitting down next to her friend as she started to rifle through the papers. "What are you doing?"

"Helping you out, silly. If Lockwood won't do it, I will. You'll be so unprepared otherwise, and I can't have my best friend dying yet."

"Thanks, Luce."

"Sure," she shrugged, studying a news article. "Dunno why you like him though. He can be a monumental tw-"

"Hi Lucy, Y/n," Lockwood said, stepping through the door with carrier bags in his hands. He looked at them, wondering why they were suddenly quiet when he'd heard the two of them talking before he walked in, but when he saw the kettle boiled on the side that was ready for him to make his tea to his liking he forgot all about it. Dumping the bags, he moved to the cupboards and reached for the honey, pouring the right amount into the mug. Lockwood heard the scrape of a chair and a whispered protest as he added the white sugar (one teaspoon), and turning around he found Lucy getting up to leave and Y/n tugging on her arm and begging her to stay. Lucy had a wicked grin, though, and in one swift movement she'd unhanded herself from Y/n and skipped out of the door, and a moment later her footsteps could be heard on the stairs.

Y/n was glaring at the door, as if it would bring Lucy back to the kitchen, but when Lockwood sat down next to them with his cup of tea in one hand and the deft fingers of his other picking up a pile of papers, their expression immediately softened.

"Glad you finally felt you could grace the plebs with your presence, my lord," they joked, hoping he would apologise for being absent all day. He cracked a smile, shaking his head as he chuckled.

"Can't be around all the time, can I? You'll boost my ego too much."

"I would argue we reign your ego in. Honestly, I'm suffocating on it right now." Their eyes were wide in mock frankness, making Lockwood laugh more. "Seriously though," Y/n said when he'd calmed down a little. "Where were you?" They tried to not sound too hurt, but Lockwood picked up on it like he always did.

"I told you, I had important business-"

"What 'important business', Lockwood? Because I've had to do this research on my own, and there's way too much of it!" He at least had the good grace to look sheepish, scratching the back of his neck and mumbling something into his tea. George entered the kitchen then, pausing whatever conversation Y/n and Lockwood had been having. He stood in the doorway, picking up on the strange atmosphere but not knowing what to do about it, and shook his head as he went to make a sandwich. None of them talked, and George kept casting the two of them weird looks as he moved around the kitchen, looking like he wanted to say something but never getting that far, until eventually he finished making his lunch and left, closing the door with a soft click (and a loud protest from the hinges) behind him. Y/n had turned back to their papers, attempting to read over the documents and figure out the history of the building before they headed out for the evening. "Are you at least gonna help me now?" they sighed, looking back up at him. He nodded, washing out the mug of tea that he'd downed in the last few minutes.

They sat in silence for a while after that, only talking when one of them found something interesting or worth making note of. Lockwood stopped rifling through papers at one point, file limp in his hand while he studied his coworker. "I'm sorry," he said, and although his voice was quiet it startled Y/n. "I just- I know I'm difficult sometimes- okay, fine, a lot of the time," he amended at Y/n's raised eyebrows. "But I really did have important business to attend to. I was stocking up on equipment for tonight. Not much, just a couple of flares."

"And that took you the whole day? George has only just come down for lunch and it's three in the afternoon."

"I was also..." he sighed through his nose, irritation flitting across his face. "I was also getting this," he said, rushing the words as he yanked something out of his jacket pocket. How he'd ever got the item in there in the first place Y/n had no clue, since they weren't aware of Lockwood having pockets that large.

"What is it?" they asked, skeptical of the rectangular object they now held. It had been expertly wrapped, with a nice little bow on the front, and when Lockwood simply gestured for them to open it they peeled the paper off, revealing the book inside. "Is this-"

"Took me ages to find a store that had it. I know how much you've been obsessing about getting it so I figured since I was out I might as well. I didn't realise how long it would take though, and I didn't exactly want to admit that to you either."

"Lockwood, you really didn't have to do-"

"Shush, or I'll return it." That shut them up, making them clutch the book close to their chest as if to prevent him from taking it away. "Come on. We've got work to do."

~~~

Half an hour later Lockwood was making another cup of tea for both of them, laughing as Y/n complained about some of the details (or lack thereof) in the building plans.

"I mean, there's an entire room that just... doesn't exist on the floor plans, even though we went to the house! How does that happen? It's not even an extension- oh, thank you," they were interrupted when Lockwood passed them their mug, hot tea warming Y/n's hands as they gripped the beverage. His hand lingered on the handle a moment longer than was necessary, his gaze catching on theirs, and Y/n held their breath when their fingers brushed. Lockwood seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in, jerking his arm back, clearing his throat, and shuffling over to his own seat.

It was weird; they'd brushed past each other on the stairs and had curled up next to each other on sofas before, and held (very limited) eye contact every day (it was awkward holding it for more than a few seconds, even with Lockwood), so why was this time any different?

They spent the next few hours in more silence, the atmosphere mildly awkward as they worked, and by the time they pulled up to the house in the back of the taxi not long before sundown Y/n thought they might burst from the sheer amount of tension they could feel.

They had always been an overthinker, analysing minuscule details that, in reality, probably didn't matter, but for some reason stuck in Y/n's head for months after. It didn't help that they had feelings for Lockwood, since it made every touch or lingering glance have a stronger effect on their overthinking tendencies, and very often took them out of the real world and into their own head.

Which was unfortunate when they needed to be very much in the real world to fight Visitors.

In fairness, the man that owned the property had told them (with a shocking amount of certainty) that there were two Type Ones, one Shade and one Lurker, and while Y/n was inclined to disagree that he knew best, Lockwood was flashing a winning smile and grasping the keys, assuring the owner that Type Ones were nothing the pair of them couldn't handle.

They set up their chains and defences, did an initial reading of the whole house (the stairs came back as the coldest at nine degrees, with the upstairs family bathroom a close second at ten - worrying for the early hour), then returned to the kitchen and put the kettle on, cracking open a packet of biscuits.

"Are you sure about what he said? I mean he's what, late thirties to early forties? How reliable is he for identifying Type Ones if he won't be able to see them?"

"Look, we have no reason to distrust hi-"

"I literally just gave a reason."

"Okay, fine. No reason to distrust him yet. Everything we've seen so far from our initial readings is pointing to Type Ones, and we're Lockwood and Co. This isn't anything we can't handle." Y/n had been about to protest again, to say something about how the stairs and bathroom really shouldn't have been so cold this early on, but then he had smiled at them, one reserved purely for his friends, and they melted, all thoughts of danger gone out of their head.

Perhaps they should have fought harder against him, or perhaps they shouldn't have become too wrapped up in the moments from the kitchen earlier, but either way they didn't notice the Limbless until it had nearly pushed its misshapen body through their head.

~~~

Lockwood had shoved them out the way, their bodies rolling over each other as they tumbled down the hallway, the air shifting as the Limbless soared over them.

Lockwood ended up on top, his body shielding Y/n's, and he lifted his head up from where it had previously been in their neck, asking a desperate "Are you okay?" They nodded in response, too shaken to do much else, and then Lockwood was up, yanking their arm to pull them up beside him as he drew his rapier. Y/n did the same, hands trembling slightly as they finally registered the miasma that felt like it was suffocating them.

"Limbless, but we can handle that. You getting anything that can help?" He was referencing Y/n's Touch, but when they pressed their hand to the bannister experimentally the feeling of fear that washed over them was so strong they stumbled back, bumping into Lockwood.

"Shit, that was not fun," they said, grimacing at the headache they could already feel forming. "We can't use flares, Lockwood, it's too cramped in here. We're gonna have to draw it away if we can, then find the Source. It's got to be the stairs somehow, I just can't figure it out."

"Okay. Here's the plan," he started, but Y/n was unfocused, staring down the hallway over his shoulder.

"Lockwood?"

"You figure out where the Source is, I'll hold it off-"

"Lockwood?"

"-and then we'll be out of here and back home with a cup of tea within the hour."

"LOCKWOOD!"

"What? Why are you shou-"

Y/n grabbed his face in both of their hands, pushing him around to see what was behind him.

"Shit," he said, paling. Where there had only been a single Limbless to deal with before, the number of Visitors had gone up, with Shades and Lurkers that the owner had mentioned earlier joining the now two Limbless that were hovering at the end of the hallway. The feeling of miasma was washing over the two of them like a tidal wave, and Y/n pressed a hand to their mouth to try and stop throwing up. "We can still do this?" he said, although it sounded more like a question than an inspirational chat to his teammate.

"Lockwood, we need to just go. There's no way we can do this on our own, your pride be damned."

"Okay, okay. We'll collect as much of our kit as we can then, a lot of it is new and I don't want it being wasted. Do you think you're up for it? You look very ill," he frowned, concern for Y/n working its way into every movement of his body.

"Can't we just ditch the kit and get out?"

"As much as I'd love to, we are incredibly under equipped right now and have to pass through the kitchen anyway. We'd do well to have a few extra supplies on us, don't you think?" His voice was gentle, nothing condescending about his question, and Y/n found themselves nodding when he searched their eyes for an answer. His whole body relaxed, and then he was grabbing their hand and slowly retreating towards the kitchen, hoping not to alert the Visitors to their presence.

They were doing well, nearly past the kitchen threshold, up until Lockwood brushed his thumb over the back of Y/n's hand and they stumbled slightly, scuffing their foot on the floorboards and kicking a cabinet.

The Limbless (both of them) snapped their bloated heads to face the two agents, and Lockwood and Y/n only had a brief second to share a look when the ghosts came soaring towards them before he was tugging them into the kitchen, slamming the door behind them and rushing past the counter.

"Pick up what you can, anything to defend yourself with!" he shouted, wheeling around to grab a bag. They made a move towards the iron chains and added a ring to the circle that they'd already made, doubling up the strength of the invisible wall, then dragged in the kit they could reach and stood within the circle.

"Lockwood! Get in here!"

He made a mad dash for them, eyes wide and face flushed from the cold that was now creeping in to the kitchen. "Okay, what now? We'll be protected for a little while but we can't stay for-"

"Calm down, alright? We can sort out our kit in here, quickly, and then use the back door just there. We might have to leave some of these chains behind though, they're pretty heavy."

"Temperature's dropped significantly. That's not a good sign. Do you think there are more hauntings in here?"

"I wouldn't put it past this place. Besides, it's eleven. The others all came out quite early." They crouched down, starting to work methodically through the bags, but Lockwood stayed standing.

"What would I do without you, hey?"

Y/n tried not to flush at the compliment, remembering that the previous two times they'd been caught up in analysing everything that happened between the two of them they'd invoked danger, and continued going through the bags. "Can you help please? Instead of standing there like a lemon."

It took them five minutes to finish up, bags being zipped and thrown over shoulders, belts checked for stock and rapiers drawn. They would have to leave the chains behind, which was a shame, but necessary if they wanted to be able to move quickly. "On three?" Lockwood asked, glancing over his shoulder to check with Y/n. They nodded, bracing themselves for the run. Lockwood started counting down, and just as he said "Three" the kitchen door blew off its hinges.

~~~

"Shit! Go!" A Poltergeist, manifesting in the kitchen and manipulating the room if the many knives that were now floating in the air were anything to go by. The back door was only a couple of metres away, but the real question was whether they could outrun the blades.

They almost did, launching themselves out the exit and slamming the door shut behind them, and Lockwood breathed a sigh of relief until he saw the blood on Y/n's arm. "It's fine," they said when they caught him looking, moving away from the door. "We should get out of here."

He didn't say anything, instead sheathing his rapier and dropping the bag he was holding to grab Y/n's face and kiss them. Y/n almost dropped their own things, about to reach up and draw him in further, but he was pulling back before they could, picking up the kit and moving away from the house. "Come on! We need to find a taxi!" Y/n stood gaping at his retreating form before they heard the wailings of some of the Visitors inside and quickly followed after him.

~~~

The taxi ride home was awkward.

Lockwood wasn't looking at Y/n, and they were starting to feel increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of silence that enveloped the two of them.

"I'm sorry," Lockwood said, making Y/n jump slightly even though his voice was quiet.

"...What for?"

"For- I shouldn't have- I- For kissing you." He still wasn't looking at them, so he couldn't see the stifled smile on their face.

"It's okay, Lockwood."

"No, I should have just got us out of there instead of- I put us in danger and that was stupid of me," he turned to face them, expression earnest. "And I don't even know how you..." he trailed off, blushing.

"It wasn't... I wouldn't mind doing it again, if that's... where you're going?" Y/n was surprised at the confidence they had to admit that, given how bad they were normally at expressing their feelings for him. Lockwood blushed slightly, his cheeks tinted pink, and his eyes widened.

"Uh- okay," he said, hiding his smile behind his hand as he braced his elbow on the door. "Are you sure you're okay? You're bleeding a lot."

"I'm sure it's fine. I think it's only shallow, and most of the blood is dried now. If it'll make you feel better you can bandage me up when we get back."

"Okay. I'll put the kettle on, too. I really need a cup of tea right now."

~~~

True to his word, Lockwood put the kettle on the stove and grabbed two mugs out of the cupboard before heading to the bathroom for the medical kit. He then patched Y/n's arm up (who was right about it only being shallow, but that didn't stop Lockwood fussing over them), concentrating far more than he needed to but taking his time with the dressing in a way that made Y/n's heart flutter at his attentiveness.

Now they sat at the kitchen table with steaming mugs of tea, a plate of biscuits between them as they talked about both everything and nothing, the sun rising and casting the kitchen in a golden light. At some point Lucy appeared, making herself her own cup of tea and heading back upstairs to the attic afterwards, murmuring a sleepy 'morning' to her friends as she shut the door behind her.

Y/n shut their eyes, soaking in the freshly made cup of tea (Lucy had made a large pot for the three of them) and the small warmth that the sun pouring through the window provided. They could feel Lockwood watching them, and sure enough when Y/n cracked an eye open he was focused on them, a soft smile on his face while he sipped his tea. "What?" they asked, a smile of their own forming.

"Nothing. You just look really... really pretty."

"Pretty?" Y/n asked, and Lockwood blushed a little, spluttering as he tried to explain himself.

"I don't know how else to describe you! I can come up with something else if you'd prefer, I just thought it fit! You know, with the light on your face and you looked really peaceful and lovely and..." he trailed off into unintelligible mumbles, turning to stare at the thinking cloth instead of Y/n's face as his blush grew brighter. They laughed in response, leaning forward across the small space between them to grab Lockwood by the tie and pull him in for a kiss. It was short and sweet, but still left the two of them breathless and flushed, and the resultant smile on Lockwood's face was well worth the amount of nervous butterflies in Y/n's stomach.

"You're pretty too, Lockwood."

[mokokone]

Hello!

Can you do a Kusuriuri x Kitsune! Fem! Reader. Where the reader loves to tease him and prank him.

Thank you <3 ❤️

Author's preface: Kitsunes are known for their mischievous nature and love of playing tricks on humans. These mythical creatures have the ability to shape-shift into different forms, often using their powers to deceive unsuspecting individuals. Despite their playful antics, kitsunes are also seen as wise and intelligent beings in Japanese folklore. Their cunning ways make them both feared and respected in traditional stories and legends.

Word Count: 1196

Trickster [Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x FemKitsune!Resder]

Kusuriuri stood, pondering for a moment. His piercing cerulean gaze scanned the room, taking in every detail.

Something was amiss.

His Akumabarai (exorcism) sword was missing. He could have sworn he left it sitting on the coffee table.

Surely, the small blade couldn't have flown away. Every corner and crevice was scrutinized, but the sword was nowhere to be found. Kusuriuri's mind raced with questions—who could have taken it? And for what nefarious purpose?

"(Y/n)?" He suddenly called.

 After a moment, a young female poked her head through the shoji. Her hair was a beautiful color of (h/c), falling in loose waves around her shoulders. Her eyes, a vibrant shade of (e/c), sparkled with curiosity. However, the most unique thing about her appearance was that she had fox ears and a bushy fox tail.

Her fox ears twitched slightly as she looked at her master with a sense of curiosity.

"Yes, what is it, master?" You asked.

"Have you seen my sword?" Kusuriuri asked you as you stepped into the room, watching his eyes scan the space in search of the missing weapon.

"No... Why?" you inquired, feigning innocence as you tried to suppress a mischievous grin.

In truth, you knew exactly where it was. After all, you were the one who hid it, as well as a few other items of his.

Though you didn't really have a good reason for doing so, you were just bored and thought it'd be funny to see how long it would take him to notice.

As you watched him search, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for playing this prank on him.

"Hmm, I can’t find it.” He tossed the pillow he had been looking under back down on the sofa. "I'm also missing several of my ofuda as well as some incense from my medicine box." He adds.

“Really? How strange..." You say, hiding a smirk. "Well, I'm sure it'll turn up soon, master.” you tell him before turning on your geta to leave.

“Hopefully...” You hear him murmur, unaware that he had watched you leave.

“Where? Where is it?”

. . . . .

Later that evening, you heard your master sigh in frustration. There was no doubt he was starting to lose his patience.

You poke your head in the doorway again. “What is it now?” You wondered which item he was looking for now.

But, you knew.

Not long after you hid his sword, you also took and hidden his Shunga (Japanese erotic art) picture book.

“Now, I can't find my Shunga magazine,” he answered.

You couldn't help but grimace. “Why do you even look at such gross things?” you scoffed. "It's just a book filled with gross images of women having intercourse with gross men."

Kusuriuri snorts. “Ha, it's entertaining.”

'You ought to be glad I didn't burn it instead of hiding it, you pervert,' you inwardly thought to yourself before giving a smile.

“You've been misplacing a lot of your stuff lately, master," you teased. "I never thought you'd be so irresponsible with your things."

"I am not, my dear," he protested. "I am very responsible. I need my Akumabarai sword and ofuda to fight against malevolent mononoke. I would never be so careless as to lose such important items," He huffs.

"It’s like my stuff is just...disappearing. Almost as if someone has taken them." He adds.

You almost felt a shiver run down your spine when he catches your gaze and could only hope he didn't know. Nevertheless, you shook it off and opted to tease him some more.

"Aww, poor master," you fake-sympathize, a mischievous glint in your eye as you watch him sulk his shoulders. "Perhaps your things have had enough of you and just ran away," you snicker.

"Haha, very funny," he chides. "Look, if you're not going to help, then just go away."

You pout. "Rude!" You stuck your tongue out at him before leaving.

You failed to notice the angry red mark on Kusuriuri's head as blue eyes eyed you both skeptically and intently.

. . . . .

That night, you decided to keep the prank going. Once you made sure Kusuriuri was out of sight, you snuck into his room and opened his medicine box. This time you were going to take and hide one of his Kenshutsu (scales).

You hurried down the engawa to hide it in the garden under a rock. However, before you could, you yelped upon feeling a hand grab your tail.

“Where are you off to, (Y/n)?” Kusuriuri asked.

You sweated nervously, attempting to hide the kenshutsu inside your kimono before turning to face him.

“Um...n-nowhere, master,” You stammered.

Kusuriuri eyed you suspiciously. "Was that one of my kenshutsu?" He asked. "And were you about to hide it in the garden?"

“W-what? N-no way…” You lied, giving him an innocent look.

However, Kusuriuri saw through your lie. After all, he too knows how feels to be a sly fox.

"So, it was you all along," he said, his tone accusatory.

Welp, now you’re caught red-handed! You’re toast. It was nice while it lasted. You didn’t even try to plead your innocence; you just grinned warily at him with a nervous chuckle.

“You little minx,” He quickly pulled you forward, making you shriek as he then grabbed your sides.

“K-Kusuriuri, I mean, master, wait! No, please, I can explain!” You cry out.

Kusuriuri was merciless as he started tickling you, his fingers digging into your sides, making you squeal.

"This is what you get for hiding my stuff." He smiled menacingly.

You doubled over, trying desperately to get away from him. “Ahhhaaahaa, I'm sorry! P-please, have mercy! Hahahahaha~!”

“Tell me where you put everything and I'll let up," he demanded.

“Ack! I’m sorry!”

"Sorry doesn't tell me where you hid my things,” Kusuriuri said, now switching to tickling you under your arms.

With that, you completely lost it! It was painful as you squealed and tried to push him away. You're the one who got yourself into this mess, so you had no choice but to come clean.

“Fine! Your sword is in the kitchen cabinet, and your Shunga magazine is inside the hallow of the cherry blossom tree outside." You confessed, desperate for your torture to cease.

“And?” He prompted, tickling your tummy.

Your laughter was so loud and desperate now that tears were beginning to leak from your eyes. "A-and I promise not to take your stuff without permission. I-I..AHaha..was just bored.”

Kusuriuri's expression soften. He was pleased that you finally came clean as he finally stopped tickling you, much to your absolute relief. But he still opted to tease you.

“Good girl."

Jerk.

Your face was flushed from laughing in pain as you glared daggers at him.

"I'll forgive you this time, but no more pranks, ok?"

You stuck out your tongue at him. “You suck, master Kusuriuri.”

He merely shrugged his shoulders as he walked off to retrieve his stuff. “Not my fault. You deserved it,” he said, but then stopped and glanced back at you.

"Y'know, if you ever get bored again, feel free to come to me. I'm always up for some fun.♡" He smirks devilishly while winking at you.

It took you awhile, but you quickly caught on of what it is he's implying as your face flushed red.

[judasofsuburbia]

Jonathan Byers might be the stupidest person on the planet. Because why...WHY did he ask Steve Harrington to model for his photography final? Why did he think he would ever be able to focus enough to capture what he needs to? Why did he wait until the last week of the semester and now, there's no time to ask anyone else and he doesn't want to hurt Steve's feelings—

“Hey,” Steve says, interrupting Jonathan's thought spiral. “Is this where you want me?” 

Jonathan looks up from his clipboard and camera to see Steve standing on top of the stool. Jonathan had sent him away with a costume he borrowed from the drama department and hadn't heard him come back in.

Steve is dressed in a toga. The crossbody strap is smaller than it would be on anyone else across his broad, hairy chest. The end of the toga rests delicately on his upper thighs, an inch away from being too short. Steve has quaffed his beautiful hair up and a plastic, golden crown of leaves sits amongst the brunette locks.

All of the moisture in Jonathan's mouth evaporates as he takes in Steve in this, what should have been, almost ridiculous outfit. Instead, Steve is absolutely striking in it and Jonathan is going to lose his mind before he even gets the lights set up.

“Uh, yeah, just hold there,” Jonathan croaks so he clears his throat. “I still have some things to set up.”

“Cool,” Steve replies simply. He shifts from foot to foot, tied up in lacy sandals. He looks around the studio that Jonathan has set up and smiles.

“Excited to see you do your thing,” Steve says. Jonathan trips over a cable.

“What?”

Steve glances over his shoulder and his face is so genuine when he says, “I wanna see you in the zone, you know?”

Jonathan blinks and ducks his head. “In the zone,” he repeats lamely.

“Yeah,” Steve smiles. “I mean, I've seen you take pictures before but never all done up like this. And this concept is really cool, I hope I can do it justice.“

Jonathan's assignment was to take from an existing piece of art, something not photography related, and recreate it. He's always been fascinated by the coliseums and marble statues of Greece, all the Gods and warriors of that time. As he was researching, the only thing that came to his mind was “Steve, Steve, Steve” and before he could even think twice, he shot him a text asking for his help. 

“You will, man,” Jonathan barely speaks above a mumble. 

Steve hums a song Jonathan doesn't know in the silence that follows. Jonathan finishes setting up all the lights and drawing the curtains of the room. He tries to pull up the screen behind Steve but can't get it to sit on the designated pole.

Steve reaches over him, his stomach resting on Jonathan's shoulder, and hooks the screen into place. Jonathan glances up at Steve's towering figure and swallows dryly. His muscular arm is bulging, his head is cast in the light from behind them like an angel. 

Steve winks and says, “You can put me to work, Byers. I don't mind.”

Jonathan's not sure that the thing that tumbles out of his lips is a laugh, per se, more like a weak, nasally huff of air. But he can't focus on that right now because he needs to stop breathing in Steve's cologne. He escapes to the other side of the room.

“You're going to be doing plenty today, I promise,” Jonathan responds while he sets up a little table next to his camera for his notes. “Why don't we start with you sitting?”

Steve sits on the stool with his legs spread, not even realizing that he's near exposing himself through the skirt. Jonathan squeaks and Steve glances down. 

“Oh shit,” Steve says, crossing his ankles. “Not used to that happening.”

“It's fine, I didn't see anything,” Jonathan mumbles, writing down nothing on his clipboard of notes. 

“I didn't go full commando under here,” Steve clarifies with a small laugh. “I'm just glad I wore white boxers today--”

And yeah, Jonathan didn't need that image either. He starts adjusting his camera on the tripod and says, “Sorry, I should have been more clear about your costume.”

“Nah man, it's alright. I kinda dig it. If we shoot outside, I'm sure the breeze will feel so good.”

Outside? No, Jonathan can't see Steve basking in the sun like this. He wouldn't survive that.

“Gonna have to settle for the AC, I'm afraid,” Jonathan says with a fumbling laugh. “Okay, first shot. I'm thinking you tilt your legs to the side, almost like you're lounging on the stool. Then pop the shoulder closer to the wall up while keeping the other down. Look up at the ceiling.”

Steve follows his instructions but he tilts his whole head up instead of just his eyes. 

“Chin down a bit, look with the eyes.”

“Like this?” Steve asks, voice innocent though it runs hot through Jonathan's ears.

Jonathan looks through his viewfinder to see Steve absolutely glowing. His brown eyes holding so much casual emotion that it tugs at Jonathan's heart. 

“Mhm. Perfect,” Jonathan captures a few shots like that before directing him to the next shot. And the one after.

Steve nails it over and over again, looking exactly like the ethereal Gods and tragic heroes Jonathan read about. Jonathan keeps telling him he's doing amazing, that he looks amazing. He can see Steve try to fight off his smile for the sake of not ruining the shot. Jonathan wonders if he could shoot that smile someday just for the sake of letting him be happy.

“You're going to give me a big head,” Steve says when they take a break. 

“Please,” Jonathan scoffs. “You already have one.”

Steve pouts playfully when he's done sipping his water. “I'm better than I was.”

Jonathan shakes his head with a fond smile. He looks at Steve directly and says, “Yeah, you are.”

Steve's lips part in surprise but then he quickly tilts his head away, sipping more water. Steve tsks. “Compliment after compliment, Byers. I should be your model more often.”

Jonathan's cheeks burn hot. “Yeah, yeah, tell your friends. C'mon, let's get back to it.”

The new few shots require Steve to show off his muscles which had to have been an idea of a deliriously horny Jonathan Byers. He could kill that guy.

“Okay, hold your hands up and behind your head. Then, uh,” Jonathan stammers, “Flex your arms for me.”

Steve raises his eyebrows but he does flex. It's not that Steve Harrington is absolutely shredded; rather, he has the toned muscles of a casual jock. He just cares about his body and his strength. It doesn't make it any less debilitating to witness. 

“G-good, that's good,” Jonathan mumbles.

“You good, Byers?” Steve asks. His smirk grows less subtle every fleeting second it takes for Jonathan to respond. “Wishing for someone more buff?”

“No,” Jonathan defends immediately. “No, uh, no, you're good. Great, even.” 

“What should I do with my face?” Steve asks.

“Keep it smug like that,” Jonathan says, a little bite to his words that comes from the roaring zoo currently in his stomach.

“Smug,” Steve scoffs, voice still teasing. “Just trying to figure you out.”

Jonathan ignores that, he does not need to be figured out today and especially not by Steve Harrington.

He takes the shot and instructs Steve to hold one arm up to the side while the other pretends to hold something. Steve stands awkwardly, clenching and unclenching the fist that's supposed to be acting right now. 

“Can you show me?” Steve asks. 

“Sure,” Jonathan says. He rounds the camera and is about to demonstrate making an “O” with his fist but Steve holds out his hand and Jonathan doesn't think before he takes it. He shapes Steve's fingers gently and places his arm outstretched to his side. Steve just watches him. 

“Should I actually hold something?” Steve asks.

“No, I'm gonna edit something in later,” Jonathan explains, awkwardly dropping Steve's hand because he realizes he's still holding it. 

“Like what?”

“I can't decide if it's going to be a sword or a lightning bolt. Armor, maybe,” Jonathan shrugs then looks up at Steve who is beaming at him.

“You can do that?” 

“Y-yeah. Photoshop and all.” 

“That's so fucking sick,” Steve exclaims. “You're gonna send these to me, right?”

“Yeah, if you want,” Jonathan says.

“Of course, I want,” Steve assures. ”Not only because you're making me into some Greek god but also because it's your art and it's fucking cool.“

“Thanks,” Jonathan breathes.

Steve reaches the posed hand up and pinches Jonathan's chin. Jonathan can feel every nerve vibrate as Steve's fingers fall away too soon. Steve gives him a curious look but returns his hand to the pose. Jonathan shuffles back behind the camera and continues shooting the pictures.

Steve showcases different smolders that make Jonathan's stomach tighten but he keeps pressing the button, keeps seeing how far Steve will go without his instruction. 

“What if I shot my arm back like I'm about to throw it?” Steve asks, demonstrating his point. 

Jonathan's eyes trail up his torso to the arm in question and he swallows. “Mhm. That looks really good.”

Steve's lips turn upward and he whispers, “So do you, Byers.”

Jonathan's whole body freezes. His finger trembles over the button but his mind is so blank that he can't tell it to push. Steve keeps glancing at him but Jonathan's not registering it. 

Steve coughs awkwardly and mumbles, “Just tell me to fuck off, man.”

That gets Jonathan's brain back online. “What?”

Steve jumps, not realizing that Jonathan was actually listening. He drops his stance and rolls his shoulders back, bones popping as he does. He sighs and says meekly, “If you don't like me flirting with you, just tell me to stop and I will.”

Flirting? Flirting. 

“You're flirting with me?” Jonathan asks, exasperated. 

“I was trying to,” Steve explains, a sheepish look on his face. “But it's obvious you're not into it so--”

“Wait…no, hold on, I honestly thought you were messing with me,” Jonathan admits, walking around the camera again. Steve steps down from the stool to be at eye level with him and Jonathan swoons a little in their new proximity. 

“I do love messing with you,” Steve confirms. “But no, Byers, I’ve been flustered all day having you stare at me and do your hot artist thing. That’s not a joke.”

“Really?” Jonathan whispers, his skin flushed. 

“Really,” Steve whispers back.

"I am into it," Jonathan responds quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Put you into a toga because I'm so into it--" Jonathan doesn't finish this sentence because Steve is kissing him and he would much rather be kissing Steve than talking.

With the curtains drawn and the studio booked for the rest of the afternoon, Jonathan finds himself in Steve's lap with Steve's tongue in his mouth. He decides about two seconds in that he's got enough pictures for the day.

[babeyvenus]

Venom?

Tasm! Peter x Venom! Reader

Ch. 3

Peter led you back home, now on high alert. He didn't let you get up to get anything without him unless you needed to use the bathroom.

Any other time, he had you laying down in bed. It bugged you a bit, but it was sweet of him to be so worried.

Does he taste sweet, though?

You paused. What the fuck. Taste??? Why would you want to taste him?

Sensing your sudden discomfort and silence made him glance over to you. "You okay?", he asked for the umpteenth time.

You force a smile on your face, giving him a nod. "Mhm." His eyes narrowed a bit but he didn't press you.

Hungry.

The voice made you flinch a bit which made Peter stand. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head. "Just feeling hungry right now.", you rushed. He nodded. "What're you feeling up to? Take out? Pizza?"

You nod. "Pizza sounds nice. Just something to get in my system."

Peter nodded, grabbing his phone to call for delivery. He would've gone out to get you some other foods, but didn't trust himself to leave you alone again.

After he finished, he hung up and sighed softly, glancing at you again. "You sure you're okay?"

You couldn't give him much of an answer, considering there wasn't much he could do. "I don't even know, P. One minute I've got a booming headache, the next I'm hearing the same voice and the pain goes away once it's satisfied. I'm trying as much as I can to make sure it stays satisfied so it can shut up."

Once you say that, a warning growl echoes in your head.

He looked at you, worried and dejected. "I don't like feeling helpless.", he says, sitting on the bed next to you. You nodded. "I know. That's what sucks."

"I don't wanna say whatever this thing is might be corrupting you or infecting you…", he shrugs and shakes his head. "I don't know what to call it. The only word I can think of is parasite, since it's living off of you."

Parasite!?

The loud voice booms in your ears, making you flinch and cover them. "I think you just said a very bad word.", you whispered. Peter looks at you in confusion and worry. "What, Para—" You quickly covered his mouth. "Yes, that word. Don't say it again."

Nodding, he shuts his lips and you remove your hand. The voice quiets down and you sigh in relief. "I've never been so glad for silence.", you say, giving Peter a weak smile.

"It's that loud, huh?", he joked.

"Very.", you replied. Snuggling up to him, you laid your head on his chest, receiving an arm around you in return.

The soft beats against your ear makes you want to shut your eyes and hide away from the world.

"Comfy?" Peter interrupts your thoughts.

You nod, smiling. "Your heart's beating really fast." He huffed out a chuckle. "Could've mistaken that for yours. Yours is going a mile a minute."

The peace doesn't last long once the doorbell starts ringing obnoxiously, which causes you to flinch away from Peter, and cover your ears in pain.

"What!? What's-", his heart dropped in realization. Loud noises. The thing can't stand loud noises. He stored that information in the back of his mind.

Thrashing around made Peter panic between trying to calm you down and going for the door instead.

He opened the front door, quickly taking the pizza and slamming the door in the deliverer's face before setting the pizza box on the table and coming to your aid.

Like before, darkened veins appeared on your skin as they enlarged. To Peter, he'd already stopped the doorbell from ringing more, but to you and the intruder in you, the ringing echoed until it stopped.

Trembling from the sudden quiet, you drop your arms and glance at him. He made his way over to you, scooping you in his arms. "It's over. I got you.", he reassures. You curled up, letting out a sigh.

"I don't think you can even listen to music anymore.", he tried to joke. You shook your head. "Silence sounds so good right now."

"And pizza?", he asked. You nodded, giving him a weak smile. He slipped away, sitting you up on your bed frame before leaving to get the pizza box.

He couldn't imagine how painful it was. To see that something like loud noises could trigger the thing made him paranoid. His hearing was very good, but not that sensitive.

What if it was something louder? If not a doorbell, what else would he have to protect you from? Car horns? Sirens? Was yelling too loud? Did your own screams hurt you back at the hospital?

His thoughts constantly jumbled together and you could see it on his face. "Your thoughts are loud.", you say, snapping him out.

His eyes widened. "You can read my mind too?" You snorted and shook your head. "No, you're just an open book. Quit worrying."

He huffed, sitting next to you. "I can't help that. I worry about you because I care. I should've taken you home that night."

"But you did.", you say. He gives you a grimace. "I meant before finding you passed out in an alley I specifically told you not to go walking through."

"Now it's my fault?", you ask, raising an eyebrow. Peter quickly responded, "Your words, not mine."

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you take a slice, humming in satisfaction of the food.

After eating plenty of slices and leaving the rest for Peter, you sighed in relief. "You doing okay?", Peter asked. Only having energy to nod, you did.

Everything felt content for however long it'll last until both of you perked up to the sound of sirens speeding down the street.

"Dammit.", Peter mumbled and looked down at you. "I don't wanna leave you alone."

You gave him a soft smile, trying to reassure him. "I think I'll be fine without you babysitting me, Pete. Go be Spiderman."

He bit his lip before sighing and nodding. "Okay. Okay." He pressed a kiss to your forehead before going for your window. He paused and looked back at you, "Just... Call if you get a weird feeling. Please."

You nod, giving him a light push. "You're gonna be late.", you laugh with a whine. A smile appearing on his face, he opened your window. "Love you.", he says.

Grinning, you walk over to kiss his cheek. "I love you. Now, go.", you say, and he chuckled, swinging out of the window.

You watch him leave before letting out a sigh and closed the window. "Please, don't let anything happen to today.", you begged to no one special.

[stariekis]

ep 5 : the meeting (1) — note ¹ : hi loves ~ i had to separate this episode in two parts otherwise the episode would end up being too long ) : a bit of a cliffhanger but tomorrow hopefully you'll have the second part of it ! <3 that's everything hope you enjoy, reposts and feedback is welcomed here as i always say 🤲🏻 wc : 1.9k

— 'He is mad fine' Minju said looking through the window of Yunah's bedroom that was facing the backyard of their house, where the boys where.

All the girls were already at Yunah's, Y/n was the only one missing. When Yunah told them about the Jungwon issue they decide to met a bit earlier to talk about everything.

— 'Respect your best friend a bit will you' Moka answered, joking obviously. She was sitting on the floor in between Minji's legs who was sitting on the bed.

— 'Both of you, that's enough, you guys are creepy' Yunah said to the two girls, Hanni and Minju, that were still looking through the window. Both of them turned around and sat on the floor sliding their backs slowly through the window.

— 'How is Y/n going to react? i'm kind of scared actually' Moka asked looking at their friend's faces. All of them were pretty intrigued about you finding out that your crush was actually one of Jay's best friends.

— 'Think positive babe' Minju spoke 'we have now more possiblity of getting them together if you are actually planning on going that, hopefully they will see each other more often' All of them nodded their head at Minju's words.

At that moment the bell of the front door rung.

You were standing in the front door, looking at your feets waiting for your best friend to open up.

Soon after you heard the door cracking meaning that they finally opened it for you.

— 'Thank god you finally op-' your words got caught on your throat when you looked up, just now realizing who was the one who opened the door for you.

Him, your crush.

Your mouth felt open and your cheeks where tinted with a red hue. — 'W-What are you doing here' you asked him — 'I have the exact same question for you' he answered. Both of you were standing face to face, unable to move.

He was so confused but a small part of him was glad to see you again, that warm feeling appearing on his stomach once again while checking you from head to toes.

On the other hand you were a nervous wreck. The universe must hate you because since the first time you saw him he appears everywhere, no matter where you were he is always there.

— 'This is my best friend house, s-she lives here with his older brother' you shuttered. — 'Yunah must be your best friend then, in my case i'm friends with Jay, he invited us over' he giggled.

— 'Y/n?' someone called you from inside the house. Jungwon looked back and step away the door so you can enter. You came inside the house and stood next to him trying to find the owner of the voice that called you a second ago.

— 'You are finally here'. Looking at the stairs you found your group of best friends standing there.

Moka came running down the stairs and stood right in front of you. — 'We were waiting for you' She took your hand in hers and pulled you with her towards the stairs — 'Bye Jungwon' she waved at him and start going up to Yunah's room while you followed her, the rest of your group were right ahead.

Jungwon ... That's his name ... Such a pretty name for a pretty boy like him. You smiled.

Jungwon watched as all of you went up the stairs. He couldn't take his eyes of you, a smile plastered on his face.

When he first opened the door he swears to god that his heart stopped beating for two seconds, you looked completely breathtaking.

He couldn't take out of his mind the image of you looking back at him with a smile on your face while going up the stairs. He started feeling his face getting hotter and he confirmed that when he looked at himself in the mirror.

His cheeks where tinted in a slightly red color. He was blushing and all because of you.

What was actually happening to him ?

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[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 18

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 7.8k

a/n: Hi sweethearts I've been awfully sick and still struggling but I managed to push this baby out of my melting body. So grab a snack, sit back and enjoy another New Orleans chapter.

Masterlist

Javier was at the receiving end of strange glances from guests and onlookers when he carried you over his shoulder into your room. Not caring a single bit, the second he inserted the rusty key and turned he flipped up your skirt exposing your decorated behind to the blast of the ac.

Turning his head to the tanned curve of your ass, taking a playful nibble at the soft skin there eliciting a ripping giggle and your nails clawing at the sides of him. Javier gives a deep laugh, he was so giddy he felt a bit embarrassed about it. A warmth spreading across his chest that grew so hot that it nearly collapsed into fear and trepidation. 

This isn’t here forever, you’ll leave Javi. Like mother, like son. 

Swallowing the splitting fear down he drops you lightly against the soft bed. Pretty hotel room, least of his concerns. There you are. Blushing through your tan like you’re just a girl with a crush, not like your his. He can’t tell if he hates or loves it. Mine, mine, you’re his. He leans over your body and closes the space to press a soft kiss against your mouth. It was your first time alone together, alone, alone as adults. Alone in general. He remembered in high school he had to come up with little white lies to be around you without alarming the others. Without the stern glance from his girlfriend.

Why don’t we invite Andrea?

And now you trap him, legs wrapped around his waist pulling him taut against you. So soft, you’ve always been so soft. The most delicate beautiful thing he’s ever touched, it startled him when you were this rough he was so afraid of hurting you. 

Words that terrified him, rattled his bones sent… not a shiver-no-a piping hot burn down his spine, those scary words floated in his head when he kissed you like this.   

And then he’s reminded of why he’s here. The office desks, the guns, the blood and the loneliness that awaits. What will I do when you leave? When you move on? 

You don’t allow those thoughts to fester because like the feral little woman you are, you grind your laced cunt against his belly. Javi tugs your dress over your head, leaving you bare breasted and decorated below. A finger of his falling between you, pressing at the dampness of your gusset. Your cunt probably still swollen and used from earlier.

Earlier. He could come in his pants at the thought. 

The sex in the car was one of the best he’s ever had, he was glad you came so fast because he nearly came the second you pressed into him. The first time he had your pretty cunt, last weekend, was an experience he could one day never get again. So he’ll have you over and over until you can't. And when you rode him in the small space of his car he truly never felt more fascinated, absolutely strung on you. Souls tied. Everything that followed blurring in his head and then-

You press your lips to his jaw, Javier drags his finger up your clothed cunt slow, slow, and back down with a few taps at the part where he knows is hallowed and leaking. “Had your cum leaking out of me baby—felt it. Can you feel it through my panties?” You whisper, airy and desperate. Your hips bucking wanting more, more, Javi please.

Javier’s chest clenches and in an instant he’s parting from you. The feeling of panic seeping into his veins, a rough hand passing down his face. Sobered at your words. You sit up instantly with that little worried pout, stop that, you should never be worried a day in your life. 

Fuck, he had come in your earlier. He hadn’t thought twice, not asking if you—fuck. 

He had taken a napkin and cleaned you as you dozed off. How had it not crossed his mind? He fucked you full of him and hadn’t batted an eye. You're sat up instantly, knees to your chest.

 “Is everything okay?” The panic and embarrassment is stuck in his throat as he turns around to hide himself from your face, that face. 

If Javi had been anyone else, if he wasn't suddenly a man built on stilts of fear, if he had known how to not fuck shit up at all times he wouldnt have done what he did next. 

He snakes a nervous hand to the front of his pockets, fishing a cigarette and lighting it as he keeps his back facing you. At some point you and Javier switched roles in this whole thing, he was sure it was the moment he watched you in the bath last weekend. It was you that had been the rational one, full of fear, afraid of the consequences and afraid of what it meant to have each other and lose each other again. You had been the one to reject him at first, to resist. The second javier stepped foot near you after all these years sense went out the window. 

But then he spent the night at your house, and he realized that you shoved aside all the fear you once had about this. And that quickly transferred to him. 

He spent all of the week alone and thinking of you, wondering if you would see him off to Colombia, curious if you’d want to stay together while being two thousand miles apart. Passing the picture of you in a cap and gown after every blistering hot day in the sun with his father, he started picturing coming home after being in Colombia. Would you be married? Will his home still be yours? Will all he can get is snapshots of your life? Will this stay a secret forever, will he never be able to externalize what it feels like to not be with you? 

So he’s scared, he’s afraid of being reckless and fucking things up and this was a fuck up. 

In a moment of panic he blames you, “You should’ve gotten off of me.” He regretted instantly the way it sounded. Javier shuts his eyes the second he hears you back up on the bed.

“What?” You sounded physically wounded, he couldn't bear to look back. Is he already ruining your vacation?

“I was supposed to pull out–I leave soon. I'm not trying to make any mistakes.” 

The silence freezes him, he almost turns to see your face, bracing himself for a reaction from you. 

“Do you think I’m just waiting around here for you to get me pregnant or something?” You accuse, and Javier’s heart drops to his stomach at the word floating in the air. He couldn't tell you about the dream he had two nights ago. About in his rem he comes home and is handed an image of you pregnant with hands of another man at the swell of your belly. Javier woke up in a cold sweat, the closest he had been to heaving sobs since he was twelve. 

He turns quickly, meeting your wet wide eyes as your knees cover your breasts. You looked impossibly small like this, he hated that his words had you curled in on yourself. But like all he knows, his voice coolly and coldly says, “That isn't what I’m saying.”

“Well it sure sounds like it.” You snap, good, reprimand me, “You may not be used to it but most women are on birth control, Jesus christ Javi!” You dig, you had thought it was so bizarre that Lorraine preferred taking emergency contraceptives than just getting an IUD or getting on the pill but you had some sort of hope that Javier also knew that not being protected wasn’t normal. Javi’s eyes drag over your bare body, lit up with goosebumps. 

He hated being in the wrong, his gaze falling down to the carpet. “You could have told me.”

You inhaled a shaky breath, “I assumed you knew, you know considering you came in me and cleaned me after.” 

An indisputable point, Javier nodded, taking another drag from his cigarette before inching towards the edge of the bed to sit. His back faced you once again, not wanting the smoke to hit your face. 

The silence that hung in the room was thick enough to cut. Your presence spearing him, he thought of it all in that moment. His brain is circling with images of his mother, of the look on Chucho's face when he told him she wasn't coming back and he sees you, he sees your sad frown when you tell him that he has always been a person that leaves. He sees your face as you press a small palm against your growing tummy. Face bright under the gaze of someone else's love.

“I’m sorry.” Javi whispers. Lit cigarette dying slowly, it was hard to apologize. He owed a lot of people apologies and he sure as hell wasn't any good at them either. He could name on one hand how many times he had mustered up the courage to apologize. It came easier with you and he absolutely resented how many times those words had to be shared.

 For a moment you're quiet, only the sounds of your slow breathing fill the space. Had you even been able to appreciate how lovely the room was, or had he ruined this for you two? Javier straightens up as his cigarette begins to burn out, he wipes his eye with the ball of his wrist not completely sure why apologizing for this small tiff had him so choked up. A small part of it was the realization that he hasn't changed much, he has lived 12 lives since he left in 1980 yet he remained the same hotheaded stubborn selfish lover, and you, you, so full of surprises and changes. 

Your heart hasn't changed, not for him at least, Javier squeezed his eyes shut when he heard you crawling towards him. Your hands snake to the front of him, your bare chest pressing into his back, your face buried in his neck. 

He didn’t deserve you, he realized, but he also decided at that moment to be gentle with himself because every small mistake and decision led you to him. 

And when he felt the fan of your breath against him it all made sense. Javi remembers the poem engraved in the book his father gifted his mother when they got married. Pure your gentle name, Pure your fragile life. It says. 

I love you in the purest, most desperate form. Javier thinks. How scary is that?

“It’s okay,” you whisper, “You were on the road for so long, you're probably just sleep deprived.”

“You don't have to make excuses for me. I want to be honest with you.”

You grumble against his neck, your hands scratching little patterns causing his stomach to dip at every scratch. “Go ahead.” You kiss his shoulder, in an instant burst of affection Javier grabs your hands from his stomach to wrap his own arms around your hug. effectively hugging his own body and your arms around him. 

“I had a dream that you were pregnant.”

You giggle, “Okay…”

The room instantly felt ten times lighter, Javier finds his own lips quirking. He was hoping for a real serious moment here, for him to be open like you. The sound of your voice soothed whatever anxieties he felt approaching the room. “What's funny?”

You nose yourself into him again, “I just see where this is going and it's just funny to me because I've been on birth control since I was sixteen.” 

Javi laughs too but it quickly dies when he figures he should know that.  “Well, has it always worked?” He didn't know how to ask her these sorts of questions. What he wanted to ask was have you had a scare? What happens if July comes and you're pregnant? The questions felt far too fast to just ask out right, but he cant help himself from feeling so fucking scared at the thought. With Lorraine she told him outright how she felt about abortion, about kids, and condoms. He never had to ask. How do you have these sorts of conversations when you were so used to one way during your formative years? 

“Once I had a scare in high school but that's all-but-Javi are you trying to ask me what would happen if I or we got pregnant?” 

Javi cringed, he only called you his girlfriend for the first time today and his strange overthinking brain has already cornered him into an awkward conversation. At the same time his chest heats in some primal protective blaze at the sound of we before the word pregnant. “Would it be too much if I was?” He looked over his shoulder to meet your resting face on his. Your lips were pulled in a tiny frown like you were mustering up an answer. 

“No. We promised to be more honest, these are… adult conversations.” You smirk. “Well, the likelihood of me getting pregnant is low but isn't zero you know… unless you also wear condoms.”

“Do you want me to?” He rushed.

“No.” You blurt just as fast which causes a small sense of pride warm his cheeks. “I mean… unless you sleep with someone else you shouldn't  need to.”

Javier’s brows pull together, “Why would I? Are you?”

“God no.” You exhale like the thought made you stressed, “I don't know, I wouldn't be okay with it but-”

“You're my girlfriend. I wasn't just saying that earlier because it was easier for my coworkers to understand. I’m not seeing other people. We’re together.” 

You giggle into his neck, “I know… I just wanted to hear you confirm it sorry.” Javier shakes his head, still his Andrea. “Anyway… you're leaving for Colombia. I couldn't do that to my baby, bring them into a world where their dad isn’t always around I mean. I mean look at me now, disobeying my mother to find my father.” 

Javier feels a strange burn behind his eyes, the thought of you pregnant and alone rattling his bones. Just the rare hypothetical emotionally paralyzing him for a moment while he absorbs that information. “I wouldn't go to Colombia if you got pregnant.” He decided then. Obviously he hadn't thought about it much, but now that you two were being open he decided on that and he was sure as hell set in that way. He was far too young for a kid and he doubts this manifesting into reality but it's healthy to be transparent… it's not like he's been picturing a future with you since he was seventeen. “I’d stay.”

You pull him in tighter, your breasts pressed tight against his back. Letting silence play, he hadn't known how much those words meant to you in that moment. Your own chest swelling with affection at the thought of having your own family.  “Hmmm, okay well don't get any ideas. I don't want kids for another 5 years.” You jest. Your eyes landing on the clock. Four pm. He’ll leave you in two hours. “Five years down the line if we somehow cross paths again after Colombia… I’m you know…”

Javier drops his head, if we somehow cross paths again. Will we be strangers in 3 years? Would this conversation be a passing memory you hide from your future husband? Have you considered a life with someone else? He hasn't. 

Javi has to smack his own hand internally, they're too young. He’s seen what happens when a man pushes their desire to have a happy family onto a woman who isn't willing or ready. 

“My mother only knew my father for six months until she was pregnant.” You stay quiet, “They dated briefly. It wasn't all that serious for her, she was my dads first everything so it wasn’t the same for him. It was the sixties so suddenly she was married and pregnant. Your mother knew my mother. Did you know that? My dad told me once that she used to buy from her boutique. Do you remember meeting her?”

“I don't think so Javi.” you whisper, “Tell me about her. Come tell me about her under the covers, you should relax before the meeting.” You squeeze his shoulder and let him go. Javi nods, just the back of his full head of hair signifying he agreed with you. Pulling off his boots, he turns to joining you in the bed. Once he's in your hold once again, warm, soft and comfortable he finds no nerves in continuing.

Her name was Jimena Valdez, or Jimena Peña depending on the year. She left everyone she knew behind in Mexico when she was 17, alone she entered Texas. A bartender, a beautiful woman, met Chucho. In the depths of the Chicano movement there Chucho was a ranchero since birth. Already a line split between the two, an involved community organizer standing at five foot two with a mouth set, ready to give her opinion. Tall and Thin, Flaca, they called her. And Chucho on the other line, a field worker with no interest in anything but purchasing a home for himself and maybe a future family. Javier’s father never got into the details of how they ended up together, he just said. “She was pretty so I asked her out.”

A progressive woman like that had no interest in being tied down at age 24 but in a town like Laredo, marrying Chucho was the best option. It wasn't like he was a bad partner by any means, he was actually perfect. Chucho believes that if they were older it could have worked out, but he was young and inexperienced, he got a taste of a good woman and she… 

“Jimena was too vibrant for this place.”

bees, shadows, fire, snow, silence and foam

“You were really just the cutest chubby baby, your dad has shown me.” You smile, one image coming to mind. Javi in the sink of his home, his facefull of of snotty tears and a small fist in his mouth. You and Genie ooo’d and aw’d over the black and white picture years back. The face is still so distinctly Javi, that nose of his still on that chubby face. “Did your mother have a good labor?” You asked because you know your labor scared your mother, you added it to the list of reasons she resents you, it only took her 21 years for her to try again. 

Javi’s hand twitched like it did when he was itching to smoke, you snuggle closer, settling yourself more comfortably on him so that if he never moves from here. He sighs, “My dad says she almost died, never got to do skin to skin with me. My father was the first person to hold me.” A melancholic air swarmed the two of you, you felt the sudden urge to see Chucho again, hug him, thank him for being a father to everyone around him. “She had the baby blues, experts call it postpartum depression now. No one even talks about it now so, ya tu sabes.”

You nod slowly, giving him another affirming squeeze. You were so proud of him you almost couldn't contain what you were feeling in your belly. He continues, “My dad still raised me while my mother was around. She started working two extra jobs a month postpartum, they didn't need the money but she tried her best to be away from home. She would come home so tired but despite all of that she still came over to kiss me goodnight. When she was around, she was a good mom.” Javier's voice has gone raspy, speaking his story in a low tone like there were other people in the room that didn't deserve to hear the story of his mother. “She’d take the palms of her hands and rub them really fast then touch my cheek before bed. She’d say, ¿Puedes sentir mi amor? She took all her things and left when I was thirteen. I’m not sure what changed.” 

You hiccup a sob in your throat and you feel so ashamed to cry over his story. You hated to make him feel worse about himself but you couldn't help it, you cover your eyes in shame and he hurried next to you in bed to hold you tight against him. It was an amalgamation of the idea of someone you love so deeply being abandoned and the bitter feeling of what you search for in every corner. “Hey… It's okay”

Shaking your head quickly, “No, I'm sorry. You shouldn't be comforting me.” You pry yourself apart from his warm hold and instantly feel a gape in your chest, wanting to be close to him again. He feels it too, he pulls you back in and kisses the top of your hair. 

“You and Frankie distracted me from a lot of loneliness. Did you know that?” He strokes your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “My mom wasn't very known in town so when people asked me about her I just told them she left when I was much younger. I was going through a lot internally, everyone just saw me as Chucho’s moody rude little kid. You and your brother pulled out the good parts of me. Still do”

I love you, I love you, I love you.

You're in physical pain containing it, you couldn't keep this act up. This act like this is so casual, like a boyfriend is an accurate equivalent to what he is to you, like him asking you about children didn't have you contemplating for a moment if you two could really do this. This splitting agony, it's enough but you want to show him more. More life, more love, more, more, more days. Give us more days.

You jut your chin closer to his face, pressing a kiss to his open mouth. He mumbles your name against the desperate thing. His hand snaking into your hair at once, you bite down, down on his lip. His wrist twisting in your long locks and pulling your head back, the delicate tendons in your neck straining at his roughness. 

Your face apart from his, you reach your hand behind your head to hold his fist in your hair. “What do you think you're doing, biting me like that?”

Your eyes narrow as your lips quirk into a small smirk, “I want a taste, be gentle.” You whisper, your free hand removing the hotel blankets from you, revealing your nearly nude body to the cold air of the room. His jaw tightens but obeys anyway, his fist loosening from your hair. You place two hands on his chest as you climb over to straddle his laying form. He watches you intently as you place your pretty curved ass directly on his erection and he is hard, painfully. Slipping your lip between your teeth as you roll your hips experimentally on it. He groans at that, he loved you this way, just in panties on his fully clothed body. He attempts to sit up, get a better grip of you but you slam him back down. “You have a really long and stressful meeting soon, let me help you.” 

Javier’s brows furrow in frustration as you move his legs apart to make space for yourself. 

Your tiny self of your knees, breasts perked up and practically begging to be wet by his tongue, you cup a hand on his strained jeans. Your little brows screwing in concern, “Baby… you’re so hard.” You lean forward, your so sensitive and so ignored nipples skimming the rough texture of his pants. Javier groans one from the back of his throat when you press your wet lips to the outline of his length through his clothes. Testing the width of it, pulling your hair to one shoulder as you make a wet spot on his pants with your spit. 

Javi can't help it, he's leaking in his pants already, his large hand coming to cradle your head. “Been hard since you started talking about getting pregnant.” He admits and you moan against the denim, your ass wiggling against the ball of your heel for relief. 

Parting with a small whimper, your fingers pull down his zipper. The prettiest set of wiry hair coming to view, no underwear of course. The base of his cock strained to contain the rest of him there. You press your nose there, at the mound of his hair leaving a sweet pouty kiss to his base, “Andrea… don’t be mean.” He groans and you hadn't planned on it until now. Your hand is not big enough to fully wrap him, so you release him. 

His cock springs and hits the hem of his button down shirt, leaking already. You giggle at that, how desperate. Giving him no time to adjust to not being constrained you grab ahold of his aching cock, kissing the tip with an open mouth. “Do you think it'll fit in my mouth? Or should I try to just rub you for a little Javi?” You pout, you know you can fit it in your mouth but the reaction that comes from it makes all the pouting worthwhile. He shuts his eyes tight and his cock quite literally twitches in your hand. 

He couldn't do this anymore, he sits up on his elbows and grabs ahold of his member, his hand dwarfing yours on the thing. “Open, stick out your tongue.” He demands through gritted teeth, god you feel yourself dripping on the bed. You open your mouth fully, sticking your tongue out and he gives you a devious smile. His mustache twitched at the slutty display in front of him. He taps his tip on the start of your tongue, the heavy weight of it sends your mind on a loop. His other hand pushes your hair away from your face, slapping the tip further on your tongue, feeding you his cock little by little. Deeper, then retracted to spread his pre-cum on your lips. “You can take it, desperate for my cock in your mouth, querida?”

You nod, taking a hold of him again and going for it, sliding him deep in your hot little mouth. Earning a grunt from him, your lips offering a perfect slip. Javi can't see straight at the feeling of your tongue hot against him, swirling and collecting drool at your mouth and around him. Your pretty wet brown eyes meeting his, brows screwed and focused, hoping this felt good for him. Your hand wrapping at his base, collecting all what's dripping to aid your hand. “That's it, look at me baby.” You flit your gaze up at him again, he lets out a sound not so short of dying.

Bracing yourself, you lean further, your hair pooling around your mouth connecting to his length. Taking him deep in the back of your throat, your nose nestling at the hair just above his base and your chin hitting his balls. You hold there, breathing through your nose until it's too much. A moan rips through Javier’s body when you pull back to breath with a wet pop, “Jesus fucking-baby.” He quickly moves the pads of his thumbs under your crying eyes, “Where did you learn to do that?”

Your frown, “Saved my tricks for you.” Hand moving back down to stroke him but he stops you. His hands grabbing you from under your arms and manhandling you until you're on your belly. 

Lifting your ass up-up and ripping your panties down around your thighs.

Without giving you time to register the change he feeds his aching heavy self into your fluttering cunt. “Javi–fuck. Too big.” You whine, the stretch so foreign in this angle, hands and knees. He took you over the counter but it isn't the same. You’re still sore from fucking him in his cramped car at dawn. He doesnt care, his hands take a good grab at your ass, fucking into you relentlessly. “Baby please… you're splitting me in two.” You whimper feeling so abused in the sweetest way possible. 

He doesn't let up, the plea is a motivator and he slows, shocked with himself at how long he's lasting. You tighten around him and his own stomach dips, your pussy letting out squelching noises, god bless whoever is rooming next door. “Don’t complain, m’a perfect fit.” His pace speeds, “Gonna fill you–want you to keep me dripping out of you all day.” Javier leans over and bites at your shoulder. You're so close, your cunt throbbing and head getting airy. You babble his name, Javi please cum in me, please, please. 

Javi is on a power trip, he has you bent over after you teasing his cock in your mouth. And it's just you two, alone, far from home. He never wanted to leave this room, stay in you, eyes fixated on how you split open for him. That tiny hole that shrinks when he's done. Maybe hes carried away because when his eyes switch to the tight untouched hole just above wheres fucking you, his stomach dips and he comes at the thought of fucking that little thing loose. “Fuck–Andrea, querida.” He folds over, his spent body still working to get you there too and you're not far behind, one last grind of his hips has you squirming and shrieking. Back arching further with a twitch and whimpering, you feel him drip down your already slick folds. 

Your eyes full of pleasurable tears, Javi flips your body back on your back. Pressing down to kiss you, you hold him tight to you, a hand gripped in his hair keeping him close. Feeling awfully possessive after being fucked and filled. His kiss is just as sloppy and desperate, you have a small inkling that maybe he feels the same because he doesn't say another word, he just kisses your lips raw. Nipping and pecking, mumbling sweet nothings as he noses you. You can't help but grin against his lips at the rare display of intense affection. You two stay like that, intertwined and warm in each others hold.

“It’s six.” 

Javi groans, “I’m going to quit my job.” 

You roll your eyes and push his deadweight off of you. You hadn’t moved from the bed since he fucked you, although your sweet kisses turned to him lazily fingering you until you came all over his hands. Sitting up you feel the strain between your legs and the steady drip. Standing slowly your legs wobbled like a doe, eyes shutting in embarrassment before sitting back down. Javier lets out a throaty chuckle at the sight before getting up from the bed. “Don't tease me.” You snap.

He circles the edge of the bed before standing before you, his hands slightly pushing your shoulders. “I won't, stay in bed, I'll go shower.” Leaning down to kiss your forehead you wonder when the fuck did he get so domestic. You comply anyway, of course, he leaves a small smack on your behind as you get on your hands and knees to crawl to your side of the bed. A knock at the door has your hands rushing to the edge of the blankets, covering your bare body. Javier's eyes widen, zipping his pants up to cover the view of the base of him and the hair above. A sight that turned you on despite the slight discomfort between your legs. He strides to the door, out of your view but you hear the creak of its hinges. 

“Hi Javier!” A soft voice calls, a woman's voice and you swear you're so ridiculous but your stomach dips in its own jealous way. Your brain jumps to its most irrational state, knowing Javier had slept with many of his female coworkers. It was probably why the two of you had such strange glances from his colleagues earlier. You bite on your lip, shifting in bed hoping whoever is at the door knows you're here, his girlfriend. 

“Oh Gina…” Then the sound of a cheek kiss, your face warms. “How are you?”

Javier briefly looks over his shoulder, realizing its a lost cause he couldn't see you this way. Gina stands in front of him, a hand running through her long black hair. She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the office. Javier felt a sense of pride for his goofy coworker who managed to pull someone like Gina. Javier had drunkenly asked her out on a date during a break with Lorraine and she had called him a baby, letting him down easy. He was burned at the moment but he appreciates it now because he wouldn't be here with you. Instead he'd drag another woman along his pathetic loop of secretly pining for you. She flashes her ring to him, its a shiny thing. Felipe, that bastard, made a significantly larger amount than Javier yearly. 

“Honestly amazing, I heard that Felipe told you. ” She beams, retreating her hand to her side. Her eyes peering behind you. 

Javier smiles, “Yes, congrats. He's a lucky man.” Feeling watched and uncomfortable with talking to any other woman other than you. What's gotten into him? Cant even have a friendly conversation with a woman. It's silent for a moment, she gives him an awkwards thin lipped smile before her lips cracking into a bashful smile. His brows furrow, “What?”

“Okay I hate to be nosy–but Felipe told me you came here with someone and I just wanted to… I don't know… extend out an invitation?” She exhales and crosses her arms. Javi’s brow arches. 

“Invitation?” He knows he should tone it down, if you were next to him right now he is sure you would have pinched and murmured something about being nice. You don't know that everyone is used to his stern ways, viejo, they called him in the office. Next to his list of other names.

“Yes um,” She chuckles nervously, Javier is shocked you haven't walked over and slapped him for making the poor woman nervous. “The wives are getting drinks at the patio bar while you all have your meeting, so–well unless you wouldn't want her–” Javier quirks a brow again, “Sorry– I’m just inviting the girl for some drinks.”

“I'd love to.” You call, Javier turns watching you adjust your dress strap as you stalk towards them from the corner of the room. He couldn't help but smile at you padding over with a sweet smile, nothing short of innocence. As expected you pinch his bicep while you smile at Gina. “What time are you heading down?”

Gina’s smile widens at the sight of you too, “Oh wow, you're so beautiful. In an hour.” 

Javier Looks between the two of you, watching your face light up at the complement. He should tell you that more, you absolutely shine at the gesture. Your cheeks are pink and shiny, “Oh gosh–thank you, I mean so are you. We should shower.” You look at Javi. His dick twitches at the suggestion. 

His voice died with his croak of, “Of course.”

Gina giggled, “Yeah… I'll leave you to it.” She waves goodbye and exits. 

Javier looks down at you with absolute adoration while you keep  a pondering grin on your face. You keep an indolent smile while you walk back towards the bed. Javi follows, peeling off his shirt while you take off your dress again leaving nude. Your breasts littered with tiny red bruises, nipples still swollen and peaked. Padding over to luggage placed on the dresser by the porters, you bend over to unzip the thing. Giving him a full view of your puffy lips, glistening still from his own seed. If he didn't have places to be he’d bend you over full and eat you out like this until you collapsed. “She seems really sweet.” You let out a pleased murmur once you find your towel. Your smile deepening once you turn to catch Javier staring at you, on an ego trip of him enjoying the view, you brush your hair behind your shoulders to give him a better view of your chest. 

He was absolutely obsessed with you. 

“She is, you showering with me?” He unbuckles his pants again, matching your bare body. You blush at the sight of him naked, he’s half hard again at the concept of you still being shy around his naked body when you had him slapping his cock onto your tongue just an hour ago. 

Your eyes are steady on his length but you resist, “Yes, no funny business. I'd like to be able to walk downstairs later.” You leave a small pat on his back as you make your way to the bathroom.

He follows like a lost puppy, he was hard but every thing you did turned him on so he couldnt be upset with you not wanting to fuck just yet. “Yes ma'am.”

You step up into the shower, leaving the glass door open for him. The bathroom was oddly pretty, tan mosaic tile lining up the floor, lights dim. The sound of pattering water fogging the room as he sets down his towel next to yours. You let out a moan once the water hits you, “I'll give you a hand job if you give me a neck rub. Fuck that car ride did a number on me, so did you fucking me doggy!” You shout over the water. Javi shakes his head and steps in. 

The sight of you with your head back, dripping in water is better than any other thing his sinful eyes have ever laid eyes on. 

“Deal.”

Javier attempts to figure whether or not having a DEA meeting in a hotel conference room could lead to a security breach or not. Blinking into oblivion his eyes strain at whatever they display on the projector. It’s standard procedure it seems, updating those in the states on the work that’s being done in Colombia. Graphic images of faces bloodied and bodies limp, images he’s become accustomed to with his grueling career choice. 

He wonders if it’ll be different in person, if he’ll come back home shell shocked like he had been in Nam’. Javier scanned the room, noticing the pool of guests was much smaller than the cocktail hour a bit ago. He hadn’t realized that different departments had been separated into scattered conference rooms when his bathroom break turned him into a blushing mess when he opened the door to the presentation on the embassy’s clerical procedures. Thirty heads whipping to him, two of which being women he had slept with during his brief break with Lorraine.

Adjusting his tie and showing himself out he is met with Messina shutting off the projector. 

“And please, refreshments were a pretty penny. Please eat before leaving. Thank You.” 

Javier’s brows shoot high and he’s ready to turn on the heel of his boot and march out that door and back to you but Felipe gets ahold of his shoulder. “Nuh-uh. We’ve gotta talk.” 

Javiers shuts his eyes in annoyance, desperate to see you again. He was very focused on his work of course but in the small snippets of information that felt useless he thought of the treat you gave him in the shower before he dressed to be here. He left while you dressed, distracted at how the corner of your eyes get red blotches after a hot shower. He didn't even get to see what you dressed for the bar. “I’ve got to see–”

“The pretty new girl you haven't bothered to tell us about.” Felipe finishes with a raised brow, Javier's shoulders sink. “You leave for a month and suddenly you have a girlfriend?” Felipe beckons over Samuel, Dorien, and Julian over for some classic office gossip. All of them, like little school girls. Javier wonders how most of them are ten years his senior. He rubs the bridge of his nose before grabbing Samuel’s drink from his hand. 

“What exactly am I expected to say to you?” 

Julian snorts and Javi wants to slap him across his face. He hadn't even gotten the opportunity to fester any anger for the comment he threw at you earlier because of your sweet short temper he loved dearly. Jesus christ. 

Felipe shakes his head, “Listen… forgive me if I’m wrong but before… what… April, you were in a serious long term relationship that you never spoke to any of us about. We meet her one time and then you two split and you go on an office sex rampage for a month. You leave, and come back with a new girl who you introduce to us immediately. So what is it? She cousins with Brooke Shields?”

Javier’s eyes widened, flabbergasted at the attention to detail his co-worker seemed to gather. Javi couldn't tell you Felipe’s last name if you had a gun to his head, let alone know any details about his love life. Javi scans the faces of his other co-workers to see if they also think Felipe is a bit off his rocker, although all of their faces seem to be in a mixed state of Why are you looking at us like that and Answer, we want to know. His face drops when he realizes they are serious. 

“You guys are serious.”

“As serious as a heart attack.”

Javier looks again pleadingly to his co-workers but he stands betrayed. Sighing he concedes, “Alright.”Julian cackles before taking a sip of his beer, Javier’s near smile fading at the display of enjoyment. “She isn't cousins with Brooke Shields. She’s someone I already have history with hence the… fast pace.” His lips thin before sipping from the drink he stole. 

“You introduced Lorraine as your first and only girlfriend. That day she soiled my suit. Christmas 1984.” Julian sips again, hiding his smile. 

“You did say that.” Felipe adds. Javier begins to grow more and more irritable. It wasn't that he was embarrassed to talk about you, it was just the two of you seemed too complicated to casually explain after a two hour work meeting. It just wasn't that simple. 

But fuck it.

“I’ve known Andrea most my life, when I left it was weirdly tense between us. I left for work but it just seemed like I left to start a life without her.” He admits. 

There it is, that sting. Knowing you’ve been abandoned all your life, being the only person to hear you out and in turn leaving without a word. The guilt he feels coursing through his body at the thought is nearly unbearable, he needs to leave this conversation. He needs to go back home to you. His head jolts to the exit, seeing the first few people leave. He’ll tell them what they want to hear, he’ll give them drama and sneak his way to you. Meet you at the bar. “And she’s my best friends younger sister.”

Damien lets out a low toned whistle, all faces around Javi utterly horrified. Javi shrugged again, Felipe held his hands out waving them in exes. “Wait.. wait. Your what’s… who!?”

“My best friend Felix is Andrea’s brother and he doesn't know we’re here right now. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go make sure she isn't tipsy and alone.” Javi smiles smugly, pushing past the stunned group bee-lining for the exit. 

Rolling his neck and loosening his tie, he shrugs the second he reaches the bright lit hallway, striding toward the elevator to bring him to the pool side bar. It was almost thrilling to say it out loud, knowing none of those geezers knew about his complicated Laredo-home-life or the layered history of Andrea and Javi. 

It almost made him feel bad in the best way, his stomach flipping with the urge to protectively take you over whatever piece of furniture you're closest to, mine and my business only. Lord it had only been three hours and he missed you so badly. 

He taps the button again and again, watching the elevator countdown slowly from fourteen. What dickhead just took the damn elevator to the last floor? 

“You don't get to just walk away like that, my girl is currently getting tipsy with yours.” Felipe’s voice rings from behind Javier. Javi slouches and accepts defeat, it's true, the two of you had the same exact destination. Javi liked Felipe the most but he was being awfully annoying today. 

“Yeah yeah.” He waves him off, floor 9. 

It's silent for a bit, the two men in suits stay quiet. Floor 7. 

“So… were you just pulling my leg back there or–”

“It’s true. It’s complicated but yes, it's true.” Floor 5. 

Felipe purses his lips in disbelief, “So it's more serious than Vaquero?” Floor 3. 

Javi nods, “The most I think.” He admits without an ounce of guilt. 

“And when you leave?” Ding. 

The creaking golden door slides open revealing an empty mirrored elevator. Javi frowns, his face shifting that familiar mug he has in office, deep in contemplation and always so bored. But really it was just worry behind that furrowed brow, “We… go our separate ways I guess.” Until I come back, he thinks. He couldn't say it out loud because of how ridiculous it must sound but its his biggest wish. I’ll wait for you.

Felipe slow nods, digging his hands into his pocket. His eyes flitting everywhere but Javier’s face. The two stand side by side for several floors in stifle. “You know Gina and I get married in two weeks. Court house, nothing crazy.”

The knot between Javi’s brows grows deeper, “Congratulations” I miss you so badly.

“She wants a big wedding, I promised that but we had to do it this way so she can come with me to Colombia…” Javier expects the sentence to end but Felipe drags the end bit, thickening the air with his tone.

Is he?

“Are you–”

“It seems you love her enough to come back for her, why leave again?” Javier’s head snaps to turn to look at his colleague, words dead in his throat. “You do love her right?”

“Yes.” He would get that response out if it's the last thing he ever does, always yes, yes, yes. Since the two of you were kids, he loves you in an immeasurable way now.

“Well, you have an answer for making up for lost time. You're young you could mess it all up and marry six more times after but you know for now… The two of you seem to have some complex history you aren't willing to share. You've got a simple solution for whatever mess that's coming soon if you leave her.” 

Javier’s eyes sting as the elevator dings on the 14th floor. A woman in red enters with a  smile, sandwiching herself between Javi and Felipe..

The two men hadn't even pushed a button inside the elevator. Too distracted, ending up at a destination at the hands of another person's decision.

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Masterlist

"Look who is back!"

"Hello, Luna."

"Oh, come here" she said, hugging Rowena. "We were so worried about you when we heard you had left to be at the front with Rúben… What got into your head to do that?"

"Love, I guess" she replied, trying to shrug.

"And when you fought against those men to defend the camp?"

"You know about that too?"

"Everyone in the city knows" Luna chuckled. "You are like a hero around here. I've even seen little girls fighting with sticks and saying they are like Princess Rowena."

"Oh. That's… I don't know what to say."

"Well, I know what to say. Thank you."

"Uh?"

"Thank you for defending my people. Your people" Luna smiled.

"It is my duty as the princess."

"Maybe. But I don't see the queen or your friend wielding a sword. A needle, maybe. But a sword? Nah" she laughed. "Anyway, what brings you here?"

"I wanted to speak with Iris if she isn't busy."

"Today actually is her free day. Come" Luna said, leading Rowena towards Iris' room.

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"I am so glad to see you!"

"I can tell" Rowena chuckled. "But if you keep squeezing me like that, you will manage to do what the enemy couldn't."

"Sorry, sorry" Iris said. "How are you?"

"I'm… I don't know how I am" she sighed.

"Oh, dear. What did Rúben do now?"

"I was hoping you would tell me" Rowena said, sitting down.

"Me?"

"He's been late to bed almost every night since we came back, and I thought that maybe it was because he was coming to talk with you."

"I haven't seen him since before you left."

"Really?"

"Tell me what happened, Rowena" Iris said, taking her hand on hers and giving it an encouraging squeeze.

"It all started after the last battle. I don’t know if they told you that he got hurt and was unconscious for a few days.”

“They told us, yes.”

“Well, at first I thought he was acting weird because he was still recovering, which can be normal. But his coldness towards me since that day hasn't disappeared."

"Coldness?"

"He avoids me, Iris. He can't be alone with me in the same room, and when we are alone it is as if he is scared to touch me. Did he tell you about the pillow wall?"

"He did" she chuckled.

"Well, now it is as if there is a huge invisible wall between us. And not only in bed. It is everywhere. And then…"

"Then what?"

"We both have nightmares. I've asked him about his, but he says he won't tell me until I tell him about mine."

"Then do it. Tell him."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Because… I can't" Rowena said, getting up from her seat.

"Talking does help."

"I know, but… I'm not ready. Not yet."

"Does your nightmare involve him?"

"It has started to" she whispers, the images of Rúben lying dead on their bed coming back to her mind.

"Rowena" Iris said, also getting up. "You must talk to him. Tell him what you are feeling."

"As if it was that easy" she snorted. "He is constantly avoiding me or hiding from me!"

"But you are a clever girl. You'll find a way to corner him and make him talk."

"I guess I can try" she sighed.

"He loves you, Rowena. A love like yours doesn't disappear overnight."

"And I love him too. I don't think I will ever love anyone the way I love him."

"Then you will find a way to reach him and fix this. You'll see."

"Will you let me know if he comes to visit you? If he talks to you?"

"I will" Iris said, wiping away a tear from Rowena's cheek. 

"Thank you."

"Anything for you two" she smiled.

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"Are you sure he is in there?"

"Yes, my lady. He was cleaning Poppy."

"Great, thank you very much" Rowena said, walking towards the stables. This was her moment. She would talk with Rúben, tell him about her nightmare, and find out what was wrong with him. "Hello." 

No answer. Rúben just ignored her, busy brushing Poppy's mane. 

"How is she today?" 

Again, nothing. 

"One of the boys told me she's becoming a bit stubborn. Like her owner, I guess" Rowena chuckled. 

"Like her owner" Rúben murmured.

"Oh, look who remembered he can talk!"

"You are not funny, Rowena."

"Neither are you, Rúben. Especially not lately" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"I'm not in the mood to argue."

"Well, I am. What is wrong with you? Why do you keep avoiding me and acting as if I don't exist?"

"I am busy" he said, his eyes still fixed on Poppy. He hadn't looked at Rowena yet.

"You are always busy. Always!"

"Lower down your voice. You will scare the horses."

"I don't care!" she yelled, definitely making some of the animals nervous.

"We'll talk when you have calmed down" Rúben said, putting down the brush he was using and starting to walk away.

"I am calm!"

"You are yelling, Rowena. That's not being calm."

"Rúben! Rúben, come back here! Rúben!"

"Ouch!" he complained. "Did you… did you just hit me with a shoe?"

"I did. And I can do it again. Maybe that way I'll put some sense into that big head of yours."

"Me? Who is the one sneaking into the city again, at night, and alone?"

"Did Iris tell you I went to visit her?"

"I haven't seen her since before we left for battle, but a guard saw you and came to tell me."

"Oh. I see."

"You look disappointed" Rúben chuckled. "Were you expecting to find out I was seeing her again and use that as an excuse to finally run away?"

"What are you talking about?" Rowena laughed. "I don't want to go anywhere. I want to stay here, with you. I love you, Rúben."

"Maybe you shouldn't love me" he murmured.

"What… what does that mean?" 

"Oh, there you are!" Diogo said, walking into the stables. "He's coming."

"Who?" Rúben asked.

"Prince Lewin, of course."

"He's here already?"

"Not here here, he still is crossing the city. But yes."

"I better go get changed" he said, now walking towards where Rowena and Diogo were standing. "This is yours."

"Is that a shoe?" Diogo laughed when he saw what Rúben had given her. "Why did he have your shoe?"

"It's complicated" she replied, putting it on. "Let's go meet that prince."

"Yes, of course. But Rowena…" Diogo said, holding her by the arm. "I know something is going on between you and Rúben. he hasn't been the same since he came back. So if there is anything I can do…"

"If you could make him talk to you, tell you what is going on inside that stupid head of his…"

"I'll try" he smiled. "I don't like seeing him like this. Seeing you both like this. You love each other so much, that I just…"

"Thank you, Diogo. It means a lot" Rowena replied, kissing his cheek. "Now, the prince."

"Yes, the prince. Anne is already waiting outside, and I'm sure she's looking forward to gossiping about him with you" he chuckled. "Did you get to meet him? They say he is very handsome."

"I did not."

"Shame" Diogo said. He kept rambling about Prince Lewin, the new heir to the kingdom who had been their enemy until not that long ago, the one she had fought against. But there was only one thing in Rowena's mind, and that was Rúben's last words to her:

Maybe you shouldn't love me.

[trashcanfanfics]

Hey! Can I have a oneshot where poly!Alastor and Bill Cipher’s s/o comes out to them as asexual, but is really nervous to do so? (I’m about to come out as ace and demiro and I’m excited but Absolutely Terrified, wish me luck 😎) thanks so much!!!

I saw your other ask and really it's fine if you request anytime now, I'm just doing these as I go, really. Also, about the mega long hiatus, I've just been not motivated lately but I'm trying to get out of the funk, so here we are!

"You can do this, you can do this" you chanted to yourself over and over again. Nerves on fire, you rounded the corner to the living area of Alastor's lodge. Your lodge, you have to remind yourself. You've been living here for months now. Bill comes to visit often when he's not running around in other dimensions, but it's as much his as his underwear is on the bedroom floor. Alastor once went on about how he loves the little things things you all left around while he was drunk.

The living room is as lived in as the rest of the house. Your knickknacks are proudly displayed next to both your lovers'. It calms you down a little to see that the both are just sitting enjoying what conversation they were having. Bill's obnoxious laughter filled the air as you stepped into the room. Alastor smiled fondly before his eye caught yours.

"Darling! Good afternoon!" At the enthusiastic greeting, Bill turned towards you in the doorway. He stumbled up off the couch and rushed towards you. The way he seemed to be wobbly on his legs made you think he just turned to his more humanoid form when he got here. You laughed the first time he showed you this form and fell over.

"Sweetheart!" He grabbed your upper arms to balance himself and kissed your lips with gusto. You kissed back with a giggle before he pulled away and tugged you towards the couch. Once sat, he leaned on you with an arm around you shoulders. "How have you been since I last graced your dead presence?"

"I've been okay," You glanced at Alastor briefly with a smile, "there is one thing, though." They both looked at you with their full attention. That used to freak you out, the way they would stare at you with unblinking eyes, or eye in Bill's case, for long periods of time, but you've come to appreciate it. It means they're looking and listening.

"Oh? And what would that be, my dear?" Alastor's voice was questioning, but there was the undertone of caution. He tapped one of his fingers as his grip twitched on the arm rest of the chair he sat in. You took a deep breath and remembered he loves you and had said so many times. Bill too. The both love you dearly and this wasn't going to change anything. Right?

"Uh, well, I...I'm, uh," you swallowed and looked down, "Jesus this is harder than I thought." You started picking at the skin on your fingers. Bill used his other hand to grab them gently. You took another deep breath. If you were still alive, you were sure you'd only hear your heartbeat right now.

"You can tell us, yanno." Bill spoke softer than you thought him capable. "What's the worse that could happen?" That brought the image of them both telling you to leave or that you're not actually what you say. Maybe even say you're insulting them by basically saying you aren't satisfied.

"Uh, well, um," you looked back up to see Alastor's brows pinched in worry, his smile smaller than normal and Bill's small frown and worried eye. "I'm asexual, I think...I'm sure." Both of them relaxed and let out sighs of relief.

"God, is that it? I thought it was something bad!" Bill took his hand off yours and lifted it to his forehead as he laughed. "Christ, sweetheart, I nearly felt fear! Ow!" He looked at Alastor, who had his shadow smack the back of the triangle man's head. "What?" Alastor rolled his eyes and looked back to you with a big smile.

"I'm so glad you told us, darling!" Alastor leaned towards you and grabbed both your hands in his. "We love you any way you are, you know!" His eyes held a tender gaze. He squeezed your hands gently.

"Yeah, don't know why you were worried, though! Al's ace too." Bill kissed your temple. Alastor got up from his chair and sat on the other side of you, still holding your hands, and kissed you lightly. "Hey! What about me?" You could feel Bill's pout. Alastor brought one hand to his lips and then smushed it against Bill's face. You laughed as he fell over and gasped dramatically.

"It's not about you right now, you dramatic triangle!" Alastor's voice had no malice in it, despite the words. You laughed harder and Bill gasped louder.

"Look who's talking, you red menace!" This caused them both to start a verbal battle that turned into playful fighting with their abilities. You laughed and smiled on the sidelines, wondering why you ever would be worried when you were surrounded by so much love and care.

[the-broken-truth]

Late Night Hunt - Yandere Wolf Diana Cavendish x Akko Kagari [Part 2 of 2]

Summary: Diana makes dinner for Atsuko while the two of them catch up after all that time apart. After dinner, Akko tries to leave the manor but Diana makes it clear that Atsuko isn't going anywhere and a hunt ensues.

Broken: Hey, @blee-bleep, I hope you like this part too, please let me know what you think!

[Cavendish Manor's Dining Hall]

Atsuko Kagari wasn't expecting this when she decided to take a look into the most haunted place known in the Hunter Community - she expected some ghosts or spirits, maybe even a vampire; what she got was a Tall Butch Werewolf House Head who happened to be her 'Fiancee' from her childhood. Akko was now sitting in a rather plush and lush chair, looking around at the paintings in the dining hall now that the lights were on - there were images of the manor's previous heads but Akko didn't see one of Diana, she must not have gotten a portrait made for herself yet. Speaking of Diana...

"Sorry it took so long, Atsuko, It's rather difficult to hold knives with hands like mine." Diana said as she walked out of the kitchen with two plates of food in her hands with delicious steaks drizzled in a brown sauce. Diana walked over to the table and placed the food before Akko before placing a wine glass on the right side of the girl's plate and setting her own food down and pulling the wine bottle from under her arm, using her claw on her thumb to open the cork and poured the wine into Akko's glass before doing the same to her own glass. She placed the wine bottle down before sitting in her chair and smiled at Akko with her wolfish teeth on display.

"Um... Thank you, Diana." Akko said as she picked up her knife and knife, cutting the meat and stabbing it with her fork before picking it up, putting it into her mouth, and chewing. Her eyes widened at the flavor, "This is delicious, Diana! I didn't know you could cook that good."

"I'm glad you like it, Atsuko; it's been a while since I've been able to cook for anyone. I'm glad you're here with me now." Diana said as her tail waved around in excitement - Akko looked at the woman's tail before looking at her.

"Um... Diana, what happened to you after you left the school? I hadn't heard from you in a long time." Akko asked causing Diana to look to the ground before she looked at Akko with emotion in her blue eyes.

"A spell went wrong - my appearance was changed and I was sealed away in my own home, unable to go outside and see you anymore. When my aunt and my cousins disappeared, I became the Head of the Cavendish Name and when I hired a detective to look for you, they came up empty and all I had was this manor and the wealth of a Cavendish...but no one to share it with." Diana reached over and grasped Akko's hand in her own - her fur was rather soft, "I'm glad that you are here with me, Atsuko, now we can keep our promise to each other."

"Our Promise?" Akko asked. Diana pointed to the ring around her neck.

"We're getting married, remember? Now, that you have returned to e, we shall get married and procreate the Cavendish Family back to its former glory. I wonder if we will have a son or a daughter first." Diana asked herself as she scratched her chin with a thoughtful look on her face but Akko's face was red like a fire in a fireplace.

"Kids? Diana, we are both females, we can't have kids!" Akko said but Diana just chuckled to her.

"During my time here, I have experimented with potions - I found a potion that allows me to get you pregnant, Atsuko. Maybe we can try it out tonight..." Diana purred as she licked her lips at Akko, who jumped from her seat and shook her head.

"Diana, I...I can't have your children. I'm not ready for something like that." Akko said as she looked back at the door, "I think I should go, Diana; I really need to think about this whole marriage thing."

"Atsuko, you can't leave me. I've waited so long to have you back in my grasp and now that I do, you expect me to let you go?!" Diana roared as she stood up to her full height, glaring down at the one who she's been looking for all this time, "You aren't going anywhere, Atsuko Kagari. You are mine!" Diana pounced at Akko, who turned and started running for her life, "ATSUKO KAGARI!! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Akko ran down the hallway - her heart pounding - until she reached the foyer, she ran down the stairs and ran to the door before pulling on it but it wasn't opening.

"ATSUKO!" Diana called out from on top of the stairs before stomping down the stairs as Akko pulled on the door, soon the large werewolf grabbed Akko from behind and yanked her away from the door, and pulled her close to her chest before wrapping her arms around the struggling girl. "You aren't going anywhere, Atsuko. Fate has brought you back to me and I'm going to keep you. I'm going to love you and you are going to love me. And I am going to breed you when the time is right. No one is going to take you away from me anymore." Diana turned around and started walking back up the stairs with the struggling girl in her grasp. They were together again...that's all that matters.

[rubberduckrobin]

Dreams of the future.

Pairing: Simeon X GN!Reader

Summary:

“ My heart beats out of my chest for them and I just can’t help it. Is it love?”

Y/N has been invited over for a sleepover at Purgatory hall, with Luke, Solomon and Simeon, but Simeon struggles concealing his newfound feelings for them….

Read Simeon’s perspective as he falls deeper in love with them…

Word Count: Around 4k

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49380574/chapters/124613413

Author's note: Heyyy, idk what to say…um….yeah. 🤷‍♂️ Enjoy reading!

TW: Nothing I can think of.

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Part 1: My heart is beating and I know why.

I didn’t get a good night's sleep last night. I guess the issue was anticipation. I have to admit it, I'm so excited. Luke has been so pumped up for this sleepover and I suppose it’s rubbed off on me…

The more I think about it, the more I can’t think at all; all of the words inside my head seem to jumble to form images of what may be the future or what may not be; and I just have to sit there an comfort myself that i’m not going to make a fool of myself in front of them.

Y/N was invited. Is that the reason that whenever I think about it, it's with not only feelings of excitement but also fear? Are they the reason that my heart pounds whenever I think of them staying over, or just the thought of them at all? 

I don’t know much about love. In the Celestial Realm, all I knew was to value kinship above everything else. Not once have I felt the sensations I felt, to quite the extent, from just standing near them. 

My heart beats out of my chest for them and I just can’t help it. Is it love? I didn't notice these feelings until the idea of the sleepover came up. It was Luke's idea to plan this, and looking back on my motives to go along with it, I now realise that I agreed with the sole purpose of getting to spend more time with Y/N. 

It’s unusual how I was so blind to the sensations I felt in my body before. How could I have not noticed my strong longing to hold them in my arms, intertwine our fingers, pepper them with soft kisses. 

It’s foolish, I know. Solomon told me the same. He’d noticed long before me, and I only just noticed this now. He’d told me that it was obvious that I held a special place in my heart for Y/N, and that I was a fool in love who didn’t know yet. He said it teasingly, but perhaps it was right. 

Perhaps I'm really falling for them. Or perhaps I already have. I’m not used to this. How can I remember what I felt like before? It's like when you're sick, the sensation prevents you from remembering what it's like to be healthy. Oh, that would make more sense of the expression “lovesick” then. I guess I'll need a doctor, hehe.

The doorbell is ringing…my heart is pounding…

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Part 2: I can no longer think without a thought of you.

Luke, Solomon and I welcome them at the door and seeing their smile makes me feel more at ease, remembering how many other days they had spent at Purgatory Hall. Not overnight, however, but it surely can’t be too much of a difference; even though they will be sleeping over, they will be sleeping in Luke’s room once we are all tired enough to declare the night’s events over. 

I realise that (in a hidden disappointment ) perhaps it's best that Solomon and I retreat to our own rooms. Luke may be an angel who has lived for more than the average human does, but he is still a child in angel standards, and being an angel alone can also put someone at ease, so I'm sure Y/N would be more comfortable sleeping with just Luke. Luke is overjoyed, of course. He’s really taken a liking to them, and I think he sees them as his best friend. This is the happiest I've seen him and I'm glad.

I wonder how Y/N charms so many people. Solomon has been stolen by their charms too, and being honest, it makes me jealous. He’s much more forward and flirtatious than I am and sometimes I just have to hope that Y/N hasn’t fallen for him before me. If I even had a chance, that is. 

If there’s even the slither of possibility that whenever Y/N sees me their heart beats at the same rapid pace as mine, and that they feel jittery at just the slight brush of our shoulders, then perhaps maybe I would indulge in a more open expression of my feelings for them. 

When my eyes meet theirs I see the realm of possibility that they share my feelings. But when they look away, I can see it shatter, and I can feel the thumping in my heart when they tell me that they can’t accept how I feel for them, outcasting me. Neglecting me for Solomon, perhaps. 

Yet again, my heart doesn't allow this, and desperately tries to pull me closer to them, my lips to part and for me to just…say it. Tell them that i've never felt this way about someone before. Tell them that I want to hold them in my arms, intertwine our fingers and pepper them with soft kisses. Tell them that I don’t want them to smile at Solomon, or Luke, or anyone else, only me, and that we would dance in my dreams forever.

We’ve now made it into the kitchen. Of course, all of the previous thoughts were momentary, however not once has it escaped the back of my mind. 

Luke says “Do you guys want to bake cupcakes for our first activity? I brought the ingredients!”

I catch a glance at Y/N and they seem eager, so I reflect that on myself too, hoping that they could find the similarity between us, and want to search for more. 

We start to prepare. Luke preheats the oven. I start to crack the eggs that had been left out to set while I watch in the corner of my eye Y/N and Solomon, too close for my own comfort, and they smile at each other and my heart hurts. They take out the ingredients from the fridge and their hands meet as my own clench, not in anger, but regret in knowing I haven't been working hard enough to have a closer bond with Y/N. 

I tell myself I'm getting too worked up and need to focus on just having a good time. 

So I do just that. 

When we are all mixing the ingredients in the bowl, I take the opportunity to ‘flirt’ a little with Y/N. I put my hand in the flour bag and as I took it out, I flicked it on their face. They flinch a little and I start to feel bad, but then I notice that beautiful smile of theirs again, and it gives me courage to keep going - I grab a bigger amount of flour and chuck it at them, but of course not too much to waste it, and this time it ends up all over their face, including right to the tip of their nose, and I find it absolutely adorable. So much as to stupidly comment on it:

On the tip of my tongue, the words slip out and I catch myself saying “you're so cute” mid-way from what seems to be a giggle. 

I didn’t intend to make things awkward but an inevitable solitary gap follows. In order to ease the awkward tension, I laugh and scratch at the nape of my neck. 

Solomon notices and joins along too, taking some flour and throwing it at me. I inhale the powder and sneeze a little. 

“Revenge” he says, with that classic, seductive smirk. If I hadn’t fallen for Y/N first, I'd probably be head over heels for this man. 

Luke joins in with the fun too, and takes a dainty amount of flour, presumably not to waste any more, and throws it at Solomon. Solomon turns around and pulls a fake angry face, but Luke takes it a bit too seriously and gulps. I notice this so I step out and gave him a good pat on the head to let him know we were just playing, but little did he know that I had flour all over my hand! 

Solomon points this out, we laugh and by the time the cupcake mixture is in the mould, I had forgotten my negative thoughts from earlier.

Y/N still has a bit of flour on their cheek…I lick my finger subconsciously and wipe it off…

Thank the celestial realm that no one else saw…well, except for Y/N…they turn away and their face reddens…I'm worried I may have made them uncomfortable, or even angry. 

“Oh…! I-I’m sorry.”

But before I can catch their response, everyone's attention turns to the oven as it pings, letting us know that the cupcakes are ready. 

“Guys guys! Look~! They look great don’t they!” Luke exclaims while taking them out of the oven. The cupcakes are a sort of golden-brown colour and they look absolutely delicious. 

“Shall we decorate them?” Solomon suggests. I have to agree that they do seem plain. 

I turn to Y/N who seems to have decided to ignore what happened, and me in the process, and they seem pretty enthusiastic to decorate the cupcakes.

And I now feel the same. 

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Part 3: Setting the mood.

It’s been a long day. 

I’m not necessarily tired, but it seems as though Luke definitely is - he dozed off within the first few hours of our film marathon. So, we have decided to move to my room, so we don't disturb him. 

Once we get there, Y/N immediately makes a beeline towards my bed, and I can’t help but blush. Seeming relaxed, they leap onto it and sigh. I’m glad they don’t feel self-conscious about the fact that they are in my room for the first time. 

“Oh…sorry! I see a bed and I run to it, haha…” They go to stand up but I assure them it's fine, and it's exactly what we were doing in Luke's room in order to watch the film on Solomon’s D.D.D. 

We all sit on my bed, and lie down with Solomon in the middle, phone in front of us. Every now and then, my eyes drift towards Y/N from across us, and I see them intently watching the movie. I’m not too keen on this sort of movie, but it was their suggestion so Solomon and I thought we should try it; don’t get me wrong, it’s not too bad, but i’d rather admire Y/N…I didn’t intend for that to be creepy in any way, but i suppose it does seem like that. 

The film has ended now, and Solomon gets up and stretches. Through a yawn, he says “I’m starting to feel knackered, so I’m gonna go to bed early. Although, I do have a film recommendation for you!”

“But won’t you want to watch it too?” Y/N makes a good point. I sense an ulterior motive to what Solomon is doing…

“Nah. I’m good. I’ve seen it too many times to count. Let me know what you think in the morning. Good night!” And with a casual wave, he’s gone to his room. 

That sly sorcerer. I know what he’s doing. You can already tell by the title of the film: it’s a romance.

However, Y/N seems eager to try, and I'm not tired so I suppose I'll do it for them…

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Part 4: Romance movies set the mood. How I would like to kiss you…

We are mid-way through the film now, watching on my D.D.D now, of course, and the romantic progressions are starting to show. The main character has finally admitted their feelings for him, but he is oblivious to his own. (I’m starting to see why Solomon chose this one specifically…)

Now…she kisses him. I shuffle in my position. I’m starting to feel a bit awkward sitting next to Y/N, and my heart starts to beat faster than it was before. I wonder if they feel the same way. 

Maybe I should just tell them. In fact…I will.

As the kissing scene gets more passionate, I sneak a glance at them…

They are fast asleep. 

I don’t mean to think this in an unsettling way, but they are even beautiful when they sleep…I watch the rise and fall of their breath, only for a moment, despite it feeling like eternity. They look so peaceful. I wonder what they are dreaming of. Of me? Or of a blank canvas. 

I’m disappointed I wasn’t able to tell them how I felt. There’s always tomorrow, I guess.

I turn off my phone and we are submerged in darkness momentarily before my eyes adjust. I carefully get off the bed in order not to disturb them, and I just stand there a moment. Only for a moment, I see what could be. I see my hand in theirs, their heart for mine. 

I cover them with my duvet. 

As much as I wished I could sleep beside them, I know that it would be inappropriate. Despite the fact that they look so cosy and warm, I must fight my desperacy to stay beside them. 

I try to settle on my settee, ready to sleep. 

I eventually drift into a light slumber… 

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Part 5: I’m ready to sleep, knowing i’ll see you in my dreams.

Even in my vacancy of consciousness, my mind still wanders to the thought of them. Their smile, their laugh…

When I close my eyes I think of them, I dream of them. I see them in idle scenarios made of coffee shops and dancing in the rain. They make me feel as though I am in a dream in itself, never wanting to wake up from my lovesick acoma. 

My dreams are of what I could have said or done with them, but they are also made of what could possibly be. Dreams of the future. 

In the darkness of my shut eyelids I see their silhouette in colours; colours of beauty and gold. I find myself tracing the outer lines of their shadows that stayed with me from the day and the remnants of memories that I spent with them. 

Solomon is right…I do hold a special place in my heart for them.

I think I love them.

I love Y/N…

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Part 6: Hazy mornings, hazy dreams.

I wake up - there’s no way to tell whether it's daytime, being in the Devildom and all. 

It’s difficult to see, so I tumble off…oh. Right. I slept on my settee. That explains the sudden back ache I have. After I'd lazily slumped off, rubbing my hazed eyes, I stretched a little, and a yawn escaped me. 

I go to check the time on my D.D.D when I hear a noise…

“Simeon…” 

From under the constraint of my duvet, I can hear their faint lethargic breaths. Y/N seems to still be asleep.

I’ve only just taken in what I had just heard…my name? 

I must be mistaken.

But I heard it again. This time, louder and clearer, as though they knew I was trying to listen. Or maybe because they were calling out for me. 

Does this mean…they are dreaming of me, too? 

Tell me universe, is this a sign? I don’t believe my own heart when it tells me it is. I suppose I can’t trust anything but their own words.

If they are dreaming of me, I wonder what it’s about.

“I…”

Hm…? I listen intently to see if they add anything.

“I really love…”

Love? They love what? 

“Please…”

No no, Y/N…finish…I subconsciously make my way towards my bed, and sit on the end. I look at their face; before admiring their features as I normally do, I notice that their expression is content, in a light smile.

“Come closer…”

For a second, I almost believe that they are talking to me. 

Perhaps I should stop listening…

“Simeon…?”

Oh lord. 

“Why am I in your bed? …oh yeah. Um…thank you…wait…where did you sleep?!”

They leap up suddenly, and it makes me jump a little. I can feel my cheeks heat up at just the thought of what they were implying.

“O-oh! No, I slept on my settee. I promise.” 

I hold out my pinkie to them.

“It’s alright…”

And for a moment, I swear they say under their breath, the words I wanted to hear…“I wouldn’t have minded”, but maybe it was my imagination at work again.

They rise out of my bed and I get up to turn on my bedside lamp.

“Thanks.”

We are both wearing the same clothes as last night. Luke was the only one who had put on pyjamas, the rest of us had just remained in our lounging clothes. 

Y/N gasps, seemingly looking at their reflection on the camera app of their D.D.D (how did they even get it to face them? i’m not good with technology…).

I take a sudden fleeting moment to look at them under the warmth of the light and I notice their horrendous bed hair…not that it makes them look bad, of course, I'd never even dream it possible…but the hair itself has become so tangled it creates an almost abstract appearance that I’d deem it an entire otherworldly being…okay, that was an exaggeration, but their reaction compliments my description well.

I have a sudden thought. Whilst they are checking their D.D.D notifications, I swiftly open my drawer and retrieve my comb. I remove my own stranded hairs from it, discard them and approach Y/N. 

With sudden confidence, I catch their attention by tapping them lightly on the head with the comb. 

“Here, you can borrow this.” I say with a polite smile, and they turn to me and my confidence vanishes in an instance. And there it is, their smile…

“…oh! Thanks, Simeon. True lifesaver, I forgot mine.”

I watch them put their D.D.D down and struggle to get the knots out of their hair.

“Um…Y/N…would you like some…help?”

How I would love to brush their hair. I guess sometimes my thoughts escape my mouth before I even realise it.

After some consideration, they say “…yes.”. I’d imagined the opposite. I’m relieved.

They hand me the brush and sit on my armchair and I think to myself “Good heavens…why is my heart beating so fast? I’ve brushed Luke’s hair before and it was alright. Although I suppose the circumstance is different, seeing as I consider Luke a younger brother. 

And Y/N…well…I’m hoping I’ll someday have the ability to consider them something more than just a friend…and maybe, that day will be today, if I regain the courage I had last night.

As I stroke through their hair with my comb, we remain in a comfortable silence. 

I get the sudden feeling that perhaps now I should tell them. They would be leaving soon, and I most likely wouldn’t be seeing them until the next week…

I’m going to do it. I’m going to tell them-

“Hey…Simeon…”

“Um…yes?”

“Did I…snore last night?”

Oh my god, why did they have to do that to me - I thought my heart would burst out of my chest there and then! 

But now I notice my own disappointment and my heart sinks. 

Through strained nervous laughter I say, “Haha, no, no you didn't…,” Should I bring up the sleep talking? Too late…”,but you did talk in your sleep…”

“Oh gosh! Really!” They turn to me as I finish off the last section of their hair. I ran my fingers through it to make sure I didn’t miss anything…it’s as soft as I’d thought it would be.

I would say that their hair is one of my favourite things about them..but it’s an impossible choice out of millions of other things…Although, if you’d forced me to pick something of them all, my ultimate favourite would be their smile.

Knowing that they are happy makes me happy. Is that selfish? Or perhaps because it also helps them be their utmost self, showing off their other millions of favourable traits. 

“Mhm, yeah…”

“What did I say?! I better not have said anything embarrassing!”

I finish messing around with their hair and go to put my brush in their drawer. 

An angel must strive to be honest, so I tell the truth. However, is it okay to admit that I mainly told the truth because I greedily wanted to know what they would say upon hearing that they dreamt of me? 

“You…said my name” I nervously rub the nape of my neck again and avoid their gaze, although there wasn’t much left to avoid, as they looked at their feet shyly. 

“Wait…really? That’s so embarrassing!”

“If it helps, you didn’t say much other than that.” 

“Still!”

They look at me through the dimly lit room, their eyes sparkling and I just melt.

“…do you remember the dream?”

I add a teasing tone slightly, in order not to reveal too much of my interest.

“…no…”

That was definitely a lie; they averted eye contact again…it’s so adorable. However, I still don’t know for sure whether their dream was of the sort I would want it to be…

I won’t push them. 

“Anyway, Simeon, how did you sleep?”

I notice that they are trying to change the subject. It shouldn't bother me too much, seeing as they must be doing it because they are uncomfortable, but it irritates me slightly that I will never know what the dream was about. 

“That’s very sweet of you, I slept alright, thank you. And you?”

“Um…yes. Very well, thanks. Uhm…I'm sorry I took over your bed last night…”

“No problem. I’m alright with it.” 

Before we finish with the conversation…a smell of smoke arises from the halls, and presumably coming from the kitchen.

As though a part of the same mind, we simultaneously scramble outside to find out what's happening…

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Part 7: Why in Celestia did I let Solomon cook?

“Solomon!”

I shout out, half in shock and the other in momentary anger. 

“Whoops.” 

He slides a cheeky grin as he backs away from the burning pan.

Luke is on the verge of tears and frantically swatting away the smoke with a cookbook. 

“It’s alright Luke. Nobody’s hurt, right?”

I observe Solomon and Luke and they don’t seem to have any burn injuries or much affect from the smoke. 

Y/N makes a very valid statement of “So, I’m guessing the Devildom don’t have fire alarms? Because of it being hell and all? …Perhaps we should ask Lord Diavolo for a special installation…”

“Good idea.” We need a better warning of Solomon cooking, than smoke. This man…he’s a renowned famous sorcerer, who can do almost anything…but he can’t even fry an egg without creating toxic, hazardous fuel!

“Solomon..step further away fromt he frying pan…that’s it…further…”

Y/N seems to be enjoying this.

It’s a hilarious dilema, I have to admit. 

“I was just trying to make breakfast for everyone, but then this happened…”

“How do you manage to do this every time…?” I sigh, knowing that sometimes the impossible is possible with sorcerers. 

“No clue. Honestly.”

Luke generously offers to make us a new breakfast, still slightly shaken. 

After we finish our luckily non-hazardous breakfast, I sense that Y/N might need to leave soon…

I’ve decided won’t let them until I've told them. Told them how I feel.

Easier said than done, most likely, but I'll try my hardest. Starting…now.

“Hey! Y/N, can we talk for a bit?”

Solomon shoots me an all-knowing glare and discreetly gives a thumbs up. Perhaps I was wrong to be suspicious of him. After all, he’s one of my best friends - he’d only want what's best for me. 

“Um…sure!” 

Noticing how forward and sudden my suggestion was, I tense a little, but I'm not going to give up just yet. 

“…can you come with me?”

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I take them to the garden. I find comfort here, amongst all of the non-judgmental flowers. It also creates a romantic setting, if I were in need of such a benefit…which would be befitting for now. 

Amongst the rows of pretty flora, my vision sets on only Y/N under the Devildom’s pale morning moonlight. 

Somehow, it makes them even more beautiful. 

“What did you want to say, Simeon?”

“I… just wanted to let you know that…”

They sit on the floor under a gazebo, conveniently placed in privacy behind a brush of roses, and I join them. 

“I need to tell you this in order to be completely honest with you…I don’t want to mislead myself any longer so I'm relying on an answer, however there is no pressure for one…

I’ve been experiencing feelings that I've never felt before, and I found them in you. I think I’ve fallen for you…”

They’re a little shocked, but under the blue light and the shadows cast by the glare, I see that smile again. The one I’ve made my new joy. 

“I feel the same, Simeon.”

My heart flutters but this time it's brought with it a new emotion…of hope.

I’d dreamed of idle scenarios, where Y/N and I would spend our time in coffee shops, dance in the rain, no mind of what others perceive. To hold them in my arms, intertwine our fingers, pepper them with soft kisses. 

It will take some time…but perhaps my dreams can come true.

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End author’s note: Thank you so much for readinggg! Feel free to send in requests & if you like, lmk if you enjoyed it. Have a great day/night :)

Oh! And a joke before you go…

How do angels greet each other…they say “halo!”

I’ll take my leave… 🏃‍♀️

[brinxxxx]

A Bang Chan FF (content warning 18+!!) (smut)

Whipped for you:

Chapter 4: Little Sub

Y/N POV:

Jesus Christ that was a very close call. What the fuck was I thinking! The man's soon to be married and I'm letting myself slip into a delulu spell. God no. I need to stay focus. I need to plan ahead and....oh god. I need to see him again tonight! God I hope his fiancé isn't pissed.

I go back to my little desk and finish the work I was wanting to but. But every 10 minutes I kept getting message alerts from Mr Bang. Some saying " we have a meeting in 3 hours. Here is the details."

To " ;) see you 2nite :p"

I swear he's a child. I ignore them but every message was giving me flashbacks to his office. The tight bulge in his trousers, the growls and moans, call himself daddy. The whole thing was insane and enchanting. I didn't want it to end but I'm glad it did. Reality is he isn't mine to play with like that it's not fair on him or his soon to be wife. What was I thinking.

Time skiiiip to 3 hours later.

I was about to get ready to go home until I forgot Mr Bang wanted to have a meeting! Oh shit. I run down to corridor and knock lightly at his door. "Come in miss Y/N"

I opened the door thinking other staff would be there but no. Alas. It's just me and him. Again. I had sudden flash backs of our encounter today and I subconsciously squeeze my thighs together. Fuck.

He looks at me up and down "are you going to take a seat or are we standing?"

I bow and sit down. "How can I help Mr Bang?"

"Miss Y/N I've told you. Call me chan. It's just me and you. Relax. You're not in trouble. I just wanted to give you the plan for tonight's dinner. That's all."

I nod and keep quiet trying to forget the images and sounds going around in my head with my legs tightly clutched shut. Trying to suppress the sensation for now. "So I'll pick you up at 8 as agreed we will get to the restaurant with the other boss's including JYP himself is joining us. There's a karaoke bar as well we are attending to so now ducked ie spect you singing and dancing with us. Let your hair down and relax. I've given you the day off tomorrow so let loose. Got that?"

"Yes mr Bang..."

I wanted to test the waters see what he would do if I didn't call him Chan.

"Babygirl. Stop disobeying me. That's not how this works. Now go home and I'll seeyou at 8"

"Yes Mr Bang...see you later"

"You'll be punished if you keep this up miss Y/N!"

I ran out the door as quickly as possible. I got in my car drove off and before I knew it was home. Thank the lord. I run upstairs, undress and run a bath. In the meantime I allow those images flash through my mind, his moans and growling loud and clear. I decided as it's safe in my own home to release the tension that was built up all day.

I grab my vibrator and go to town with it. Get it out as much as I can before seeing him again. I need to contains my urges and fantasies. This is the best way to cope. As I was in the middle of a heated mess my phone goes. I ignore it as it was my work phone. I'm off duty if they need me badly they can call on my own phone.

They did. It was Mr Bang. I take this opportunity to listen to him as a use to get my high.

"H-Hello Mr Bang...?"

"Oh Miss Y/N. When are you eve going to Learn haha. It's Chan. I was just calling to *hears vibrating noises and a slight whimper.*

Miss Y/N am I interrupting something? Are you okay?"

"Oh y-yes. I'm okay. Just watching...TV"

*bath running water echoing in the phone*

"Continue sir"

"Oh, uh...yes erm im calling to ask why you left your belongings in the office? Didn't you need them to go home?" *vibrating noises continue along with small whinpers*

"Oh-h, Sh-shit. I didn't realise I left my bag. Just bring it to the dinner I'll g-geeeet it there. See you at 8!"

I hang up. That was a close call. I stop what I'm doing and gather my things for the bath. I couldn't concentrate to reach mt high but a bath will help with that. As I'm about to enter the bath my door goes. I run down stairs with a towel wrapped round me and open the door to see...Mr Bang.

"Oh! Miss y/n! I was interrupting something. Clearly. Look here's your bag I pass your place on my way home so it just made sense to do it now than later."

God he's so hot. I feel a little vulnerable the fact I only have a towel wrapped around me whil he looks like he could rip it off me just makes me weak ass.

I lightly bite my lip and look him up and down. Again testing the waters. Just for my own fun. Not for him. "It's okay Channie. I'm just going for a long hot bath. Just to relax before a very sociable evening. Thank you for the bag. I would

Offer you to come in but think that would be a step too far in the wrong direction"

He steps closer to me. He lifts my chin up "what's wrong with me coming...in.? May I?"

I'm so whipped for him fuck sake. I let him in and get him seated in the couch. "Let me get dressed and we can chat okay...?"

"Orrrr you can just sit in chat. I don't  miss Y/N"

"Sir. Not being funny but I'm but ass naked. That isn't very professional of me. And just call me y/n if I'm calling you chan"

He leans closer to me. His eyes full of mischief yet they are soft. "We aren't professional babygirl. Don't think I didn't hear you on the phone call or In my office today...you're not very subtle now are you?"

Shit. I look down embarrassed to even look at him now. What do I do. "I'm not sure what you're talking about..."

"I know you do, don't lie to me. I see the way you look at me. Trust me."

He tilts my head up and softly kisses me. He let out a little whimper signalling he wanted me to kiss him back. I can't do that right? He's engaged.

My impulses take over and I grab him closer kissing him back a little rougher than he intended. I lie back on the couch with him ontop of me. He breaks out kiss "god your so beautiful Y/N. You've got me trapped"

"Channie. I need to get ready"

"I can help you if you want..."

*Chan's phone rings*

"Hey babe are you still at work?"

I kept quiet. Sunshade of guilt started to form in my pit. I can't do this with him. It's selfish. He's in a relationship and I'm n the middle

Of it all. "I'll see you soon okay bye bye"

"Chan you should go. I'll see you tonight. I think it's best we don't do this. You have a fiancé. That ain't fair on her. Please leave. I'll see you at 8."

"It's okay Y/N it's not what you th..."

"Mr Bang. Please."

He got up and left. I don't know why I just started balling my eyes out. I think back and decide if I can't have him the maybe I can show him what's he'll be missing. Can still have fun and tease him whilst I can...right?

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Hey Rey! Congrats on the 500 milestone!!! Here's to many more coming your way!

This event is so lovely! If it's alright- I'd like to order a bouquet of Heliotrope, Holly, and Calla Lily with green ribbons and a wooden butterfly please :3

Address: Demon Slayer

Recipient: Sanegiyuu

I'm excited to see where you go with this (If you want to of course- if not I'm still wishing you a lovely event!) Please take your time and happy writing! <3 Thank you so much!

ahh thank you so much squiggily!! i had a lot of fun with your order (which should be obvious from the way ~500 words have turned into ~700 whoopsie) and i hope you like it!

slight spoiler warning for demon slayer as it's set post canon

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No one has lived in the house for years and it shows. Sanemi isn’t sure whether he should be glad that most of it has been left untouched by strangers or sad to see it in such ruins. Though as his gaze wanders over the wall and falls onto the door hanging in the frame, remaining ripped to shreds even after all this time, an overwhelming sorrow overcomes him and he feels his throat clog up with tears. So the latter it is.

Walking across the rubble and dirt of twelve years feels like a fever dream. Coughing at the dust of twelve years as he brushes over the bed sheets and revealing the twelve year old blood stains in the process makes him feel nauseous. His throat is starting to hurt.

A hand carefully takes his and squeezes it softly. It’s cold, icy almost, but that’s just the way Giyuu’s hands always are and Sanemi all but clings to the one thing in here that’s familiar yet not painful to touch. The first sobs start to shake him.

“It’s okay.” Giyuu’s voice is so soft and his hands are so cold and he’s so there, he’s here with him and it’s not nearly enough to fill the void of all the people that should be here but aren’t. It’s somewhat of a start though. And besides, Sanemi is used to the void. It’s been following him for years. Although it’s never felt so heavy.

“Hey, just breathe, please.”

Right, breathing. He tries his best to follow the instruction and closes his eyes to focus. Big mistake. The images that flood his brain are anything but beneficial to him calming down; his mother, his siblings, the bed sheets are clean of blood, the door is intact and there are no graves in the backyard a ten year old boy dug with his bare hands.

An arm wraps around him and pulls him in, then Sanemi curls up against Giyuu’s chest and starts bawling. He’s been crying so much these past few days, weeks, months and yet it still feels like dams are breaking. It’s as liberating as it’s devastating and Sanemi can’t tell how long it takes for him to calm down. All he knows is that Giyuu’s hand steadily strokes his back all the way through and once his tears have stopped flowing, all Sanemi can do is mutter a weak Thank you. His boyfriend hums softly.

“It must’ve been lovely.”

“What?”

“Your home. Feels like a place people would’ve been happy to live at.” Giyuu takes his hand off Sanemi’s back for a second to point at something on the floor.

The former wind pillar sits up, squinting to make out what it is. A piece of flower embroidery. He remembers this very specific embroidery on one of the shelves, placed there long before his birth and somehow always shining white, even though he had never seen his mother wash it. And although it’s as gray as all the other formerly white things now, the flowers are still clearly visible. Before he can grab it, he feels Giyuu tug on his sleeve.

“Look, matching plants.”

Sanemi’s breath hitches. A sprout pokes through the splintered wood of the floor and now that he sees it, he has now idea how he could ever not see it. It seems so misplaced, so hopeless, yet somehow so right- he feels his mouth stretch into a soft smile and there’s Giyuu’s hand on his back again, grounding him.

“Urokodaki-sensei told me nothing could ever blossom in a place where no love is stored.”

“That’s cheesy.”

“It’s true.”

Sanemi doesn’t respond, instead just quietly watches the sprout and imagines the hardships it went through to get this far up. Maybe Giyuu is right. He kind of wishes he had gone back home earlier, though deep down he knows that he wouldn’t have been able to recognize the love that’s stored here. To be honest, it still doesn’t feel like a loving home, not the way Giyuu described it. But that’s okay. Maybe, someday, they’d build a new one together.

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