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highvern · 4 months

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Track 6: Thinkin Bout You - Katie

"Because it's four o'clock in the morning, And that's about the time I start zoning // Thinkin' 'bout all the ways that I want it"

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: one night/two night stand, mutual masturbation, teasing, smidge of exhibitionism, oral sex (f. receiving), strength kink, brat reader as always this happens every time guys

Length: ~1.2k

Note: oh how I love my loser gamer husband and MAYBE this one is longer than 1k but it's wonwoo and yall literally have to forgive me for it.

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SATURDAY 3:13AM

Wonwoo: You up? Y/N: seriously? Wonwoo: So that’s a yes Y/N: no Wonwoo: Don’t be like that Y/N: what do you want? Wonwoo: 👀 Y/N: die Wonwoo: C’mon Wonwoo: You know you want to

You’d only hooked up with Wonwoo once. He was a friend of a friend. Not overly outgoing but he made decent conversation if you stopped to speak with him. You could count on one hand the number of times you'd interacted with Wonwoo since he became a part of your friend group. But last weekend, something was in the air and you ended up back at his apartment before either of you knew what was happening.

It’d been good. Good enough that you broke your no sleepover rule. Partly because it was nearing dawn by the time you two calmed down, and the other part because your legs refused to work after Wonwoo seemed to decide his new favorite place was between them.

But you managed to sneak out with shaky legs and smudged makeup long before he woke up. Since then, you pretended it didn’t happen and Wonwoo followed your lead. No texts or calls. No probing from your shared friends. You could almost convince yourself it'd been a weird dream except for the monster hickey on your inner thigh and the mouthwatering memory of his body molded snuggly over yours.

Despite maintaining a nonchalant front, the wall crumbled more and more each minute. Wonwoo opened the door, all you needed to do was step inside and you were guaranteed a good time.

SATURDAY 3:25AM

Y/N: fine Wonwoo: Woah. Don’t get too excited Wonwoo: Come over Y/N: an ancient philosopher once said he who wishes to get his dick wet can put in some fucking effort Wonwoo: Send me your address then little miss attitude Y/N: be here in 30 or don’t bother coming

Not fifteen minutes later Wonwoo has you bent in half at the edge of your bed, your body clad in nothing but ruined panties.

“All for me?” Wonwoo asks from between your thighs.

You can’t answer, continuing to choke on the promise of nothing but mind numbing bliss since he’s walked through your door. Every inch of your body throbs with the ache of his attention, nipples peaked and a new bruise blooming along the curve of your hip.

Wonwoo positions you just the way he wants, finding no resistance when lifting your knees atop his shoulders, his head boxed in between. One of his thumbs brush against your panties, your hips stuttering forward to chase the tease of friction. The other makes a path down from your knee to your ass, squeezing before roughly pulling you to the edge of the bed where he kneels.

He’s so close you can feel the ghost of his lips against the back of your thigh. “What’s wrong?”

Thrashing in embarrassment, you pray he finds a place in his heart to take mercy. As luck would have it, Wonwoo is willing to wait all night, even if it drives him crazy too.

“Tell me what you want.” His lips grazing the sensitive skin at the crease of your thigh with each word, punctuating them with a painful nip.

It’s an impasse. You’re too proud to beg, and Wonwoo is too stubborn to give in so easily. He even has the audacity cock an eyebrow when you look down at him perched between your legs, like he knows you’ll crack first. You try to curl your calf around his neck and tempt him forward but Wonwoo resists easily; a delectable flex of his stomach to keep away from where you need him.

“Put in some fucking effort and tell me.” Wonwoo bites into the meat of your thigh.

Everything bleeds red. Winding a hand in his hair, you jerk him away with a sharp tug. The sudden movement catches Wonwoo off guard; startled by the force and giving you room to sit up. Your free hand finds its way into your panties; the initial embarrassment only lasts a second as Wonwoo’s confused expression morphs, the realization of what you’re doing brightening his eyes.

“If you’re gonna make me beg,” you sigh dreamily, wallowing in relief. “Then I guess you’ll just watch.”

You feel the harsh bob of Wonwoo’s chest as he swallows, whispering a quiet “Fuck” while his hands busy with removing your underwear and for an unobstructed view.

Once the last scrap of your clothing is gone, Wonwoo resumes his previous position, front and center to the mesmerizing display. His hands find the inside of your thighs, thumbs dipping down to spread you apart. Every ripple and curve privy to his gaze, and the way you clench around nothing clear as day.

Soft hums bubble in your throat, the sheets beneath you rubbing your skin raw as you squirm under your own hands. You can almost forget Wonwoo is there if it wasn’t for the harsh rise and falls of his chest against the back of your legs and the tickle of his bangs against your knee.

Sneaking a peek at the voyeur beneath you, the sight leaves you even more breathless. Wonwoo’s bruised lips part around labored breaths, his chest flush and shiny in the dull streetlights sneaking through the curtains. His glasses are askew but he doesn’t bother straightening them, eyes glued to the hand fucking your cunt, studying the way your fingers twist and curl. Following the path of his free arm, the vaguely familiar rhythm scratches your brain; but a hiss alerts you to the fact he’s touching himself too. When you clench again, more wetness dripping down the curve of your ass to ruin the sheets, Wonwoo licks his lips, pulling his eyes to your face, surprised to see he’s already being watched.

An indecipherable whine is all the permission Wonwoo needs before diving in. The bruising grip around your wrist threatens to cut off circulation but it doesn’t register when he flattens his tongue to lick from your entrance to your mound, the vibration of his rough groan against your clit forcing your legs shut. But Wonwoo hones in, repeating all the attention you’d demonstrated with precision.

It's shameful. The obscene way Wonwoo laps against you, taking every last drop for himself. Your hips cant against his face, almost forcing him off when he delivers a strong suck at the same time he stretches you around two of his fingers. Not to be deterred, Wonwoo wordlessly slugs an arm across your hips.

Blood rushes through your ears, deafening the broken chant of his name fleeing your lips. The end hits you in the gut, riding Wonwoo’s tongue messily with a harsh grip in his hair to keep him there. To his credit, Wonwoo refuses to stop, the shake of your muscles revitalizing his efforts until the need to breath rips him away.

Dragging his mouth to your own, tasting the remnants of your arousal on his lips, you press a hand into his boxers only to find his soft length and a sticky mess. And then Wonwoo is the one begging.

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swordcreature · 6 months

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Zevlor, Dammon, and Rolan with a partner that's touch starved? Also your writing is exquisite - I turned on post notifications for you as soon as I binged all your headcanons!

ty ty anon that makes me so excited to hear!! i really hope you like this!! sorry it took a couple days

i'm trying to find a pace to go through these that is good for me, especially during the work week

thanks again for the request

Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Touch Starved Partner

a reverence to nudity and the barest hint of inferred sexual content (like you have to really really really squint)

How the tiefling boys date a touch starved partner

Dammon:

Dammon is, by nature, a touchy guy even in a nonromantic sense. He just seems like the kind of person to always offer a handshake, to clap someone on the shoulder, to nudge them with an elbow.

In a relationship though? Dammon is all about physical contact, whether or not his partner is touch starved. It’s just instinctively how he shows he cares.

So, when he learns that his partner is touch starved? Always leaning into his hand a little too long? Looking for ways to keep his hands on them? The touching basically never stops.

At first, he makes a conscious effort to touch them more. He’ll cradle their jaw in his hand when they’re talking privately, watching them speak more confidently with his skin against them.

He’ll put a hand on their lower back whenever he possibly can, to let them know he’s there and that they’re cared for.

He’ll take their hand and never let it go just because he loves the way they seem to instantly relax the second he grabs it. It’s more than he would normally do, despite already being a touchy person but that’s fine – he loves his partner and wants to make them happy.

But after a while the constant touches become second nature. He does it without thinking. He reminds himself to stop resting his hand on their thigh because they’re out in public and someone’s going to get the wrong idea after a while.

Or he makes a conscious effort to release their hand because it’s starting to cause trouble when people in the tavern must walk around their intertwined hands.

And don’t even get me started about the tail. It basically acts on its own. Wrapping around his partner’s leg, almost causing them to trip. Sliding up and down their back in a comforting motion. He needs to weigh the damn thing down if he wants a single night without getting it tangled in his partner’s limbs.

The way his partner melts into his touch was enough for him to become hooked, and to people outside of their relationship, it almost looks like Dammon is the touch starved one.

Rolan:

Rolan isn’t quite sure how to handle his partner wanting physical touch and affection, because he himself is rather touch starved – though the thought alone would make him scoff!

He’s a prolific wizard, thank you! Not some bumbling, bashful boy who blushes at a simple touch.

Before he meets his partner, he definitely sees being touch starved as a weakness. He’s way too proud and way too emotionally wall-off to admit that he desperately craves contact.

But when he starts a relationship with a touch starved partner, things start to change.

Because it is rather nice, the way their whole mood seems to change from something as simple as his hand on their arm. And he does quite like how often they seem to stand at his side, flush against him, looking for any kind of contact.

So he starts relenting. Letting himself indulge in touches here and there, ones that he wouldn’t have dreamed of doing in public before. Rubbing their knuckles, brushing a hair out of their face, kissing their forehead.

Once really comfortable with his partner, Rolan finds that his favorite thing in the world is when they can lay naked together in bed with his partner on his chest. Not in a sexual way (though it does happen a lot after sex). No, they both just luxuriate in the feeling of so much skin-on-skin contact.

They’ll be in bed for hours that way, just talking or reading, enjoying each other’s company, running their hands over each other just to enjoy the feeling of skin underneath.

And when Cal and Lia inevitably tease him for being so touchy with his partner, it’s the one subject that doesn’t get him riled up anymore. He doesn’t even fight back. Because he’s not embarrassed of wanting to touch and be touched. So he just smiles and rolls his eyes, pulling his partner more firmly into his side.

Zevlor:

Zevlor is also touch starved. Big time. The man hasn’t had a healthy relationship in so, so very long and it shows in the little ways he is eager for any type of physical contact, romantic or otherwise.

He almost doesn’t even realize that his new partner is starved for physical affection as well, because he is so caught up in how good it feels to be touched again. He loses himself in the way they reach for his face and lightly trace the ridges on his cheeks or the way they hold onto his hug for much longer than normal.

His partner has to a lot of the touching at first because Zevlor is too fearful of overstepping a boundary. He knows just how intoxicating their touch is to him, so he doesn’t want to go too crazy seeking it out every second.

Of course, this is exactly what his partner wants!

I could see Zevlor finally putting two and two together in a really silly way, too. Like, it totally goes right over his head until one night he gets a little more tipsy than normal – one too many glasses of wine.

And he’s a little looser than normal when he and his partner are alone. So, in his slightly drunken state, he starts touching them. Caressing their face, kissing their palm, sliding his hand down the length of their neck past their shoulder.

The whole time he’s doing it, it’s for him. He’s just marveling at how this beautiful person is his, how extraordinarily lucky he is.

But then he notices something in their eyes or the look on their face as he’s touching them and something starts to click. So he tries it again and it’s very clearly eliciting a response.

And poor, confused Zevlor finally starts to see how his touch affects them. It’s a brick to the face, in hindsight. He totally should have noticed before.

But he makes it up to them. In public he is still respectfully reserved, only allowing the most chaste of touches, but behind closed doors?

Let’s just say Zevlor becomes a learned student of touching his partner.

#bg3 #bg3 dammon #bg3 rolan #bg3 zevlor #dammon #rolan #zevlor #dammon x reader #rolan x reader #zevlor x reader #i didn't explicitly use 'you' in this but i think it still works as reader insert due to being pretty gn #my writing #requests/suggestions #anon

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rookthorne · 5 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

There was never, ever a dull moment when it came to the pair of troublemakers you had involved yourself with, and your Christmas market stall was not immune, either.

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𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The wind whipped and fluttered the banners of your stall; the flurries of snow it carried danced in the air, until they settled onto your warm, woollen clothes. It was still early — the sun only just peaking above the rows of brownstones that lined the outer sides of the park where the Christmas market was being held.

You had expected the morning itself to be exhausting — setting up with crates and crates of poinsettias, azaleas, and amaryllises, but two knights came to your rescue, dressed to the nines for the chilly weather with their coats and scarves.

And if you ignored their grumblings about how it was far too early for a weekend, it was a pleasant, fun experience.

“Petal,” Bucky groaned, slumping his shoulders as he held a crate of arrangements. The air he expelled from between his red-bitten lips misted in the air. “There can’t be anymore, right?”

You raised a brow and pointed towards your stand. “Just set them down there, please. You’re almost done.”

Snow crunched beneath a heavy pair of boots behind you, and Steve’s chin rested on your shoulder. “Don’t you worry, doll,” he said, and he kissed you on the cheek, the bristles of his beard tickling your skin. “Buck’s just grumpy ‘cause he didn’t get any sleep.”

“Yeah,” Bucky snapped, narrowing his eyes. “Because someone decided to keep me awake.”

Steve pulled away from you and then shrugged a shoulder. “Didn’t hear you complaining.”

Bucky opened his mouth to argue, but you held a hand up and stared between them sternly. “Boys,” you scolded, and they had the sense to act sheepish. “That’s enough, we have a stall to set up. Come on.”

“Whatever,” Bucky grumbled, and Steve swatted him on the ass.

After more petulant whining and pouting, your stall stood proud — colourful and bright amongst the other vendors with the many, many bouquets and arrangements on display. Reds, greens, and yellows shone against the oak of the wooden stall, and the white snow as the backdrop made a beautiful sight; one you were more than happy to spend the day with.

You walked up to the counter and ran a gloved hand over the wood, marvelling in the colours and knots of the tree used. “It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you, sweetheart,” Bucky said beside you, and his arm went around your shoulders to pull you close. His lips, chapped and cold, brushed against your temple before he placed a soft kiss there. “And I’m just as excited for this as that punk, just so you know, baby.”

You smiled and looked at him, leaning into his body. “I know.”

The market became packed quickly. People flocked to each of the stalls, all of them dressed in their warmest coats and beanies they placed on their heads. Every transaction was pleasant but rushed, until the midday sun casted its rays over the gathering of market goers, and they all seemed to slow down in an effort to soak up the fleeting warmth.

Both Steve and Bucky slumped back in the folding chairs you had brought for them, but they had smiles on their faces; content with the work they had put in to help, no doubt. “Are you guys okay?” you asked during a lull of customers.

“Yeah,” Steve answered, nodding once. “It’s hard work, being your assistant.”

Bucky choked on a laugh. “Got that right.”

You stared at them both, eyes and mouth flat with faux annoyance. “Don’t make me get the whip out to make you two work– No!”

The two of them burst into hysterics and you turned away, shaking your head. “Idiots. Both of you are idiots.”

Steve and Bucky’s laughter behind you was drowned out amidst the crowd chatter, and you spotted a small child, no older than what you thought could be eight, wandering beside his mother. “Look,” the mother said, pointing straight towards your stall, and the child’s eyes lit up at all of the colours.

You beamed at them both as they neared. “Hey there, welcome to Fantasy Floristry,” you said, sure to maintain your perfected, professional persona. “What can I help you with?”

The mother was entranced by the azalea and amaryllis’ bouquets, and purchased three of them.

“Perfect,” you said, taking the cash she offered, and you looked over your shoulder at Bucky who had settled with his sketchbook in his lap and pencil in hand. His tongue was poking out the corner of his mouth, and Steve was staring at him fondly. “Steve,” you whispered. “C’mere.”

Steve’s bright eyes met yours, and he stood, careful not to disturb his husband. “Can you help me get three bouquets ready?” you asked, nodding at the arrangements of red and white flowers.

“Sure, doll,” Steve said. He smiled at the woman and got to work threading ribbon around the stalks — festive colours with reindeers and Santa heads.

The child started to become fussy, and both you and the mother looked down at him with a curious gaze. “What is it, honey?” she asked, looking to where he was staring — towards Bucky. “He’s busy, you can’t bother him.”

“Oh,” you said, looking over your shoulder at Bucky — still so engrossed with his sketch. “He can go say hello, that’s okay. Buck likes kids,” you explained, and Steve nodded next to you. “And he can show off his work—any excuse to do so and he’s gone.”

The mother laughed quietly and looked down at her child. “You can go say hello, but be careful,” she said, and you held up a hand.

“I can take him?” you offered, and a look of relief relaxed her features. “Come on, little man,” you cooed, offering your hand to the young boy. “Let’s go say hello.”

His laughter was contagious as he tottered forwards, snow boots thick and cumbersome to his gait. The toothy smile between his chubby cheeks was contagious, and you found yourself matching him as you neared Bucky’s refuge from the cold air. “Buck?”

Blue eyes met yours in a dazed way, and Bucky blinked, clearing the fog from his mind. “Oh, hey, sweetheart– Oh, hello,” he said, beaming at the boy. “Who’s this, huh?”

You looked over your shoulder at the mother who mouthed, “Peter.”

“This is Peter. Peter, meet Bucky–” You couldn’t even get another word out before the boy jumped forwards, intent on looking at the sketchbook in Bucky’s lap. “Whoa!”

Bucky chuckled and situated the book so Peter could see, and the two of them babbled for a few minutes under the mother’s watchful gaze. You moved back to the counter to take over from Steve, and you looked up at Peter’s mother. “Anything big planned for Christmas?”

The two of you spoke of your Christmas plans, and you didn’t pay any mind to Steve’s absence from beside you after you took over the arrangements — though you could hear the coos and rushed conversation between Bucky and Peter behind you. A particularly loud squeal of delight made you look over your shoulder, and you found Steve squatting down to look at Bucky’s sketchbook with Peter.

“They’re sweet,” Peter’s mother remarked, smiling wistfully. “They remind me of his uncle. I can’t wait to see them all soon.”

You smiled softly in return. “I hope it’s a sweet reunion.”

When it came time for Peter to leave, the young boy threw his arms around Steve’s neck, and then Bucky’s shoulders, hugging them goodbye.

Steve’s hand rested over the boy’s hand on Bucky’s shoulder, a smirk on his lips — you narrowed your eyes in suspicion, that glint in his eyes was only reserved for when he was playing a trick.

All of you said goodbye to one another, and Peter, as he walked away, hand in hand with his mother, kept waving until they disappeared into the crowd.

“Such a sweet kid,” Bucky sighed. “Liked art too—I think he said he wanted to be like us when he grew up, how fuckin’ cute is that?”

“Adorable,” you said, and you kissed Bucky and Steve on the cheek. “Do you guys want some lunch? It’s about that time and I packed your favourite sandwiches.”

It was only when you three had finished your lunch did you notice something was indeed up with Steve — he kept looking at Bucky from the corner of his eyes, that same playful, mischievous glint in his blue eyes. His lips quirked in a knowing smirk, but whenever he caught you staring, his face would fall flat and impassive. “Wha–”

Bucky groaned, interrupting you as he rose from his chair to stretch, and he walked to the bag beneath the counter to grab a drink.

And then, you spotted it.

“Oh, my–”

Steve made a gesture from the corner of your vision, and you looked over at him. He placed his index finger over his lips, and resumed eating as though nothing happened, but you could not, in good conscience, leave this unsaid.

“Bucky–” Again, you were interrupted, but this time from laughter beside you, and you stared at Steve incredulously, a slight frown on your lips.

“What–?” Bucky asked, confused eyes darting between his chortling husband and your incredulous expression. “What is it?”

You sighed and stared intently at Steve. “Say something, or I will.”

Steve burst into laughter, a loud, jubilant sound, and his cheeks turned rosy red. Bucky just rolled his eyes and looked back out towards the lane between stalls, watching the people walk by while he leaned against a support beam for the stall.

The cause of all the laughter was perched on his shoulders, exactly where Peter and Steve’s hand had been previously — a sticker, small and otherwise not noticeable, if Bucky weren’t wearing a black coat.

“What’s up, Buck?” Steve teased breathlessly, and he got to his feet to stand next to his husband. Bucky just glared at him. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

“What the fuck are you up to?” Bucky asked, tilting his head. “You’re not subtle, Stevie.”

You started to laugh, suddenly seeing where Steve was taking this conversation. “Steve,” you said, and the blond looked over at you. “Leave him be, c’mon—just tell him.”

And the bastard — the absolute cheeky son of a bitch — grinned wickedly at you before he turned to Bucky, and said with the utmost pleasure in his voice, “I can’t, doll. Our poor Buck has a Chip on his shoulder.”

“You motherfucker,” Bucky breathed, hurriedly brushing a hand over his shoulder to find the sticker that Steve and Peter placed there. “Oh my fuckin’ god!”

You couldn’t hold it in any longer at the absolutely gobsmacked slack of Bucky’s jaw, or his widened eyes — Steve was no better off, bent double next to Bucky, who shoved him in his side so Steve fell against the side of the stall. “I can’t fuckin’ believe I married you, then brought her,” he stared over his shoulder at you, “into this. Unfuckin’believable, the pair a’you.”

For the rest of the day, Bucky sent sullen, playful glares at both you and Steve, though they turned quickly into his own jabs and taunts for how he planned to get you both back.

When it came time to pack the stall away, you found a stashed collection of Disney character stickers, ranging from the timeless classics, to the modern masterpieces. “I know,” you mumbled, an idea forming in your mind as you glanced from the stickers in your hands, to the blond headed menace that was carrying the crates of flowers into the shop’s van.

“Bucky,” you hissed, and the brooding figure of Bucky turned to face you, brow raised. “Come here, quick.”

Bucky sighed, but he walked over. “Yes, Petal?”

“Here,” you rushed, and you shoved the stickers into his gloved hands. “Quick, I found these under the counter—pick one and do something with it.”

“Ha,” Bucky breathed, and he snatched the sheet with the other Beauty and The Beast stickers. “Fuckin’ punk won’t know what hits him.”

You didn’t get a chance to see which sticker he picked before he jogged up to Steve and slapped him on the cheek, the resounding smack resounding through the lane. “Buck– What–?”

Bucky darted away, howling with mirth. “You should become Plumette, babe,” he called, dancing out of reach of his husband. The smirk on his lips was so broad his teeth glinted in the light, and he couldn’t speak without a huff of laughter. “‘Cause you need to brush up on your puns, you fucker.”

“Bucky!”

You laughed as the two of them ran around the van, Steve hot on Bucky’s heels and kicking up snow as they both ran, dodging the attempts to tackle the other.

It was going to be a long time ‘till you managed to get home, you thought, but you didn’t care. Not when they were laughing and smiling to their heart's content.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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justpearlysworld · 6 months

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Hi!

I love your writing it always makes me so giggly and kick my feet in the air 🥹

Would you write about hyper feminine (soft and sweet) x König please! 🎀💘

absolutely!!! and thank you!!!!🐻‍❄️💗💗

könig w/ hyperfem! reader!!

—who’s cutting onions??

he loves you soooo sooo soo so much!!! he could cry

-he thinks you’re an angel sent from heaven <3

-you’re so so squishy and soft and sweet and AFHHHHH he loves you

-he met you when you were a young recruit and quickly fell in love with you

-imagine ,, big scary könig with a little ball of sunshine!!! you!!!!!

-at first, he thought it was a little odd that everything you owned was pink and cute but he quickly got used to it because it’s what makes you you!!!

-his favorite thing to do is watch you get dressed and do your makeup!! he loves to sit in the bed while you prance around in your little polka dot panties and bra!! he thinks you look like a doll and can’t help but get turned on whenever he sees you

-he loves to watch you do your skin care and do your makeup too!! he likes to watch you do your eyeliner and your mascara and paint your face with pretty blushes and highlighters

-on a more sensitive note, he didn’t grow up the best. always being teased about his height made him insecure around other people. once he got older and into the military, he found that he could use it to his advantage.

-so whenever you’re with him, he feels so big and strong!! you’re so small and sweet it just makes him ultra protective of you !!

-when you guys were still living on base, he always made an effort to come and visit you in your room! you always had a love for cute pink things and your room was a clear reflection of that!!

-when you guys went off base, you were always dressed in cute sweaters, skirts, mary janes, cute flowy dresses, and small but very pretty jewelry

-he loves to go out into public with you. he likes walking around town with you and watching your eyes light up at the sights around you!! he thinks it’s so cute and so so so so sweet :33

-one time, you guys went to this little bakery/ coffee house that opened up and you had begged him to get lunch there!! he caved and you guys went in!! he ordered a black coffee and some scones and you got a a smoothie and a slice of strawberry pound cake

-when you took a bite, you had whipped cream on your nose

-aHHHHH SO PRECIOUS

-cue könig.exe shut down

-took many pictures and also some mental pictures

-there have been few times that you’ve broken away from a sweet facade and put on your brave face!!

-at this some coffee house, a lady cut in front of you guys in like and it upset könig

-you squeezed his hand and smiled up at him and shook your head

-“it’s not worth it :)”

-alternatively, if this lady had confronted you or könig about anything, you would be sweet, but blunt

-“i’m sorry if we upset you! however, there is no reason to over react!”

- proud könig moment

-some of his favorite moments with you are the sensual ones

-as you guys are preparing for bed, he finds your demeanor so sweet <3

-you’re all half-lidded and sleepy!! your cheeks are puffed out as you fight back sleep

-as soon as you see könig emerge from your shared bathroom, you perk up and send him a sweet smile.

-you untuck yourself from the blankets and crawl your way to the end of the bed where he is

-you sit on your knees and look up at him, nothing but love and adoration in your eyes

-könig rests his hand on your cheek and stares down at you

-“köni, i love you so much <33” you let your head muzzle into his abdomen and purr into him

“Ich liebe dich auch, süßes Mädchen.”

(translation: I love you too, sweet girl.)

(a/n) first request!! might make this a little series?? like a little prompt that i come back too :)) thank your for your request nonnie !!! :33)

Requests are Open!

#modern warfare 2 #x reader #reader insert #call of duty #konig mw2 #konig x reader #valswords<3 #konig headcanons

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crypticjackal13 · 2 years

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this has been on my brain for a few days now, male reader who run a soup stand/ restaurant that also sells pastries, who is very clumsy and awkward, but has golden retriever energy x red son, swk, mk and macaque. like the boys just run across it one day and order some soup and the reader offers them pastries, which happens to be their favorite and so they just kinda keep coming back because they like y/n and also to make sure theyre okay from their own actions

ok so I know this took me so long but it in my opinion is worth it bc this was so fun to write?? Enjoy!!

"The Boys Are Here"(1,063 w.c)

Redson, MK, SWK, and Macaque x Golden retriever energy! Reader

Fluffy romantic oneshot

Pronouns: you/yours, ngl this is pretty neutral

CW: food, mention of injury

Now listen, when you opened up your tiny bakery, you didn’t expect a whole lot of traffic. It was simple pastries, some cookies, and cakes as well.Those who came in generally really enjoyed your food, and you were proud of yourself for making it this far! What you didn’t expect was four regulars who weren’t exactly of the “normal person” variety.

“I told you, noodle boy, you need to watch how close your tail gets to my fire! If I ever plan to roast you, it’ll be on purpose!” A redhead walked in, holding the door open as the next three figures came in. First was a shorter man with unruly brown hair and a red bandana, carrying a staff.

“I didn’t mean to!! I just overestimated how much space I had to work with!” He said. Behind him were two monkeys, one ginger and one raven-colored with some white streaks. They almost looked like they were related.

“What matters is that we put you out before it took the whole thing off, MK. Now c’mon, I’m starving!” The ginger ruffled the ‘noodle boy’s hair.

“Welcome! What can I get you?” You finally spoke, attempting not to stare at them too hard. They were all so attractive in their own ways, and you worried it would affect your abilities to serve them.

“Do you have anything peach flavored?” The ginger pressed his face up against the glass of your display case, and so did MK. Now that they were closer, you could see that they looked as if they’d been in some kind of fight. Some light scratches here and there on their faces, dust and ash coating their hair and skin. You could see MK’s tail, and the end was a little bit singed.

“We have some sodas, but nothing pastry wise. Sorry.”

“I’ll take one of those sodas, and actually a few of those sugar cookies as well.”

You put on some gloves and got to work on putting this all on a tray. You figured they’d want to stay and eat.

“Can I have a slice of that lava cake?” The redhead was pointing politely at the case, and you nodded as you went to retrieve the slice.

“And for you?” You made eye contact with the quiet, shadowy figure who stood closest to the door.

“Oh, uh…do you have coffee?”

“I do!”

“Black, please.”

His eyes were darting around the space, probably trying to understand why he was dragged here. But he also had a light red tint to his cheeks, like he was surprised you acknowledged him at all.

“And what about you?” You peered over the counter at MK.

“I can’t really decide…it all looks delicious.”

“I have a sample dish you can get, with one of each cookie on it.”

“Ooh! Yeah, I’ll do that!”

You rang them all up, and then each one searched their pockets for a wallet.

“Relax, all of you. I’ll put it on my credit card.” Red walked past all of them, handing you the card. You laughed at their antics as you finished the transaction and handed them the tray. They went over to an empty table.

“I’ll get you your drinks in just a second.” You pointed out, turning on your heel to get them. Once you did, you kind of made a show of bringing it to them. There was a small chance they’d notice your efforts in flirting, but there was also a chance they wouldn’t.

“Do you guys want, like…something to clean up with?” You asked.

“Nah. We’re all headed home after this, but thank you!” The ginger answered for the group. You nodded and left them to enjoy their snacks, opting to do some tidying up. In the back of your mind, you were listening to their conversations. The shadowy figure was named Macaque, the ginger was Monkey King, and the redhead was Redson. And of course you realized this meant that you were hosting several very powerful beings in your humble cafe. At least they tipped well?

This was all months ago. Since then, they’d show up at least once a week. They’d either be worn out from training, coming from a battle, or just showing up for fun. You came to be close with them, and eventually they all very politely asked you out. Now you were in a loving polyamorous relationship with them.

“Y/N, I’m gonna grab an ice pack from the freezer!” MK practically hopped your counter as he waved to you. You were busy ringing up a customer, but you gave him a thumbs up.

“Slow down!! You’re gonna steal the frosting out of the container again, aren’t you?!” Redson dashed in an effort to follow her boyfriend, but stopped to give you a quick peck on the cheek. The customer you were serving left with their order, and you turned your attention to the four people that were coming in quick succession.

“MK, if you’re gonna be back there, maybe you can check the dates on those for me?” You called.

“The chocolate’s good for another month. Vanilla could use another package, though.” You felt a chill as Macaque phased through one of his portals, licking a spoon. Wukong followed behind him, drinking his usual peach soda.

“How long have you two been here?!” You asked, trying and failing to snatch the spoon out of your partner’s hand. He was faster than you, though, leading to him laughing at your attempts.

“Long enough that I’ve gone through a whole pot of coffee.” He chuckled.

“Alright, no more for you today. And for goodness’ sake at least give me a heads up before you raid my kitchen!”

“Sure thing, boss.” He mocked you, ducking into the shadows again and emerging at a table to sit down with Wukong. MK and Redson came out of the kitchen as well, with MK holding an ice pack to his shoulder as he sat down.

“What did you do this time?”

“With all his brain power, he thought he could crash his way through a truck in the way of the demon we fought. Thank goodness it wasn’t his swinging arm.” Redson pointed out. You sighed and sat down with the group.

“You lot are pieces of work.”

“Yeah, but you loooove us!” MK gave you those puppy eyes, and you nodded in agreement.

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allyecrivaine · 2 years

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Pining - Part 2

Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham) x Reader

link to part 1

link to part 3

Word count: 1,940

Summary: You and Oswald pour it out to each other. There are a lot of things to confess.

tags: fem reader, kissing, flirting, mentions of smut (but not rly Full smut yet at this point,,), pining, a little worship, some begging

warnings: sexual content

A blush formed across Oswald’s cheeks.

“Y-you...” he stuttered, “I- well, you think so? You think I’m a good man?”

You nodded. Despite his temper, despite what he’d done, you knew him well enough from your months of talking to see that he was not evil. He did things that you wouldn’t do yourself, but then again, you weren’t in the kind of position that he was in.

“Even good men are put in tough situations, Mr. Cobblepot, and...” you paused, adding, “and correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that applies to you. You’re a good man in a tough spot.”

He fumbled for words.

“Ever since I was young, I’ve- I’ve been in situations out of my control,” he said, chuckling dryly. “My mother has always been confident in my...good nature.”

“I’m glad you have such a wonderful mother to guide you,” you said with a smile, thinking of Gertrude. Though she could be a little spacey, she was intensely kind, and always rambled to you about how proud she was of her son.

Oswald gave a shuddering sigh, a smile on his face.

“You are a relief. A breath of fresh air,” he rambled, “I-I feel like I’m dreaming. It’s like you can read my mind, y-you just know exactly what to say.”

You smiled shyly. “I just say what I think. I don’t care to be dishonest with people.”

Scanning his face, you weren’t able to read his expression. He was staring you down, looking at you like, well...like he wanted to devour you-

Oh.

Oswald put his hand on your hip again, this time running his hand over the silky material.

“Keep being honest with me,” he said quietly, his gaze focused on your dress, your exposed skin, your jewelry. “Honest people are so rare, after all. Tell me...more.”

“Mm, okay,” you hummed, “well...I’ve always liked short men.”

He rolled his eyes, squeezing your hip. He didn’t squeeze hard, but the sensation made you jump a little.

“You had dates here exclusively with tall men,” he grumbled.

“I guess I didn’t like them, then,” you quipped back.

He gave a short laugh. “Fair enough. Keep talking.”

You thought for a moment about what to say.

“I like guys with dark hair,” you continued, and caught him giving you a look. “I’m being serious! What else am I supposed to say?”

Oswald brought both hands to your waist, gripping firmly and coming closer to your face.

“I can give you some examples, dear.”

“Go ahead, then.” You feigned annoyance at his insistence.

He considered what he was about to say, then shrugged to himself, as if he’d been debating himself internally.

“If I’m being honest, I think about you every day.”

You blushed. “That’s sweet, Oz.”

He held a hand up. “I’m not done. I mean every day, god, it’s like you live in my brain. I can get a little...obsessive over people.”

“I know the feeling,” you interjected, “go on.”

“I’ve kept things that you’ve left here. I’ve smelled about a thousand perfumes in every department store, trying to find the one you wear. You consume my thoughts.”

You felt your face heat up, imagining Oswald going through those efforts. You had to admit it, if you’d had the time and resources, you probably would have done something similar.

He continued. “I also think about you every night, when I can finally be alone. I try to recall every detail of my conversations with you. Sometimes, though...my mind will wander. And...and I’ll imagine us, deep in conversation, but you start to do...other things.” He turned red as he spoke, as if he regretted sharing what he was saying.

“C’mon, I’m not judging, tell me!” you exclaimed, shifting so your face was closer to his. “You can whisper it, if ya want.”

Oswald smiled, once again putting his mouth near your ear to whisper to you.

“If you really want to know? In my favorite ones, you just start pulling up your skirt, until I can see that you don’t have on any panties.”

You made an involuntary sound in your throat. “Yeah?”

“And to be even more transparent,” he murmured, his lips against your earlobe and his grip tight on your waist, “I almost always end my nights imagining you. You in a short skirt, you on your knees in front of me, even bent over the bar, sometimes.”

You caught another sound in your throat, swallowing the knot that was forming.

“What do you do, then?” you ask, despite knowing the answer.

“I think you know,” he purred.

“But we’re being completely honest, aren’t we?”

“Fine,” he said, “I...pleasure myself.”

“That so?”

He lightly ran a hand up your neck, resting it on your jaw, pulling your cheek flush against his as he spoke softly into your ear. “Some nights, I can’t get enough, and I keep myself up all night just thinking of you and...and making myself cum.”

You inhaled sharply, feeling your belly grow warm. Thinking that all this time he’d been imagining you, while you’d been imagining him. You wondered-

A giggle escaped your lips.

“What?” Oswald said, leaning back to look at your face. You started to blush even more.

“No, I-” you sighed, internally facepalming at yourself, “I wondered if we’d ever been, uh, pleasuring ourselves at the same time. Thinking about each other.”

You felt his grip grow tight around you, though he didn’t seem to notice what he was doing.

“You...have thought about me?” he asked.

“Yes. Just about every night,” you said.

“W-well I gave you examples,” he said gruffly, “now you...tell me more.”

You brought your face to his neck, lightly kissing his pale skin before putting your lips right beneath his ear.

“I imagine a lot of the same things, actually,” you admitted. “You bending me over the bar, me being on my knees for you. I do imagine more, though.”

His skin grew hot against your own, and you turned to plant more kisses just below his ear.

“What else?” he asked.

“Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I envision a longer scene,” you start, “but it does always start here. And one night, you finally get bold. I dunno, depends on my mood. Sometimes, I catch you watching me. Other times, you walk right up to claim me as your own.”

He sat stiffly, waiting for you to continue.

“Then, I bring you home with me, and you tell me how badly you’ve wanted me.”

Oswald let out a shaky breath. “Yes, you- you aren’t wrong.”

You grinned against his jaw. It was almost unbelievable how open you could be — though the alcohol surely helped, you knew it was Oswald who made you so at-ease.

“And finally, we go to my bed, and you start to tease me. You undress me just to kiss me all over, ‘til I can’t take it anymore.”

He let out a moan, gently pulling you off your chair. With his arms leading you, you got up onto his chair, straddling him, your legs wrapped loosely around the back.

“It’s like you already know everything I’ve wanted to do to you,” he growled, one hand finding the back of your head and cradling you to his shoulder. “Tell me more, huh?”

The way you sat, your crotch was virtually right up against his. The contact made your head swim, especially as you felt him growing hard.

“I guess when I...beg you enough, you fuck me,” you admit, “and it’s always missionary, ‘cause I like to w-watch your face.” A low groan comes from Oswald’s throat. “And I always tell you to...”

You stopped yourself, hiding your face in his neck from embarrassment at your situation.

“You started, darling. Finish your story,” Oswald said lowly. You sighed.

“I...always tell you to f-finish in me,” you say quickly, hurrying through the rest, “and you talk so dirty about it, and that’s normally when I, you know...when I’m done for the night.”

His arms flexed, pressing you closer into him as his head fell back, exposing his long, pale neck. The look on his face was one of bliss, despite how red he had become.

His erection strained against his pants, throbbing against you, and he made a noise like a whimper. He seemed like he was trying to regain his composure, but...you didn’t want him to. You wanted to keep him undone.

With his neck exposed, you couldn’t help yourself — you licked a stripe from his collarbone, stopping to suck on the sensitive flesh towards the middle.

“G-god, please,” he panted, threading his fingers through your hair. You persisted, lapping at the spot before sucking it more, determined to leave a mark.

Using his grip in your hair, Oswald pulled you away, bringing your face in front of his. Lips wet from working on his neck, you moved forward again, crashing your mouth against his. The small moans coming from him were delicious.

After kissing for a moment, he pulled you back again, staring at your face. He took a moment to catch his breath, trying to stop his hips from involuntarily grinding against you.

“Such...such a good girl for me,” he said between breaths, “never in a million years would I have guessed that you wanted me.”

You pressed your hips down against him, desperate for friction. “I’m still trying to convince myself th-that this is real, Oswald. Tell me it is. Please.”

“Oh, it’s real, darling,” he murmured, kissing your jaw. “It’s real, a-and you just told me how you, um, want me to cum inside you. That right?”

Somewhat embarrassed, you nodded, biting your lip.

“Well don’t be shy, now,” he teased, a hand reaching up to hold your jaw firmly, “you...you’re so good. So, so good. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

The words made you squirm, heat continuing to gather like a knot in your stomach.

His hand slid away from your jaw, trailing across your throat, then resting hesitantly on your breast. He shivered when you pressed yourself forward, craving more of his touch.

“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he whispered, “you are an angel in this hellscape. I w-want - no, need you. I need you to be mine. I beg you.”

Smirking, you got an idea.

“Would you beg, though?” you teased, really just wondering what he’d retaliate with. “You want me that badly?”

Without delay, Oswald moved you off his lap, guiding you back to your own chair. He stood, staring you down as he slowly sank to his knees in front of you. He was eye-level with your shins when he fully reached the floor.

He placed his hands on the floor, bowing his head, not an ounce of hesitation to any movement.

“Please, please, please,” he begged, “for the love of god, I beg you.”

“Oz, I was-”

“I know,” he interrupted, looking up at you with fire in his blue eyes, “you were teasing. But, I want you to know that I am serious. I will worship you, if you let me, please.”

You extended a hand, which he took, getting up from the ground. Eye-level again, you felt like you had to catch your breath, though you hadn’t even done anything.

“Y-yeah,” you murmured, “I-I’ll return the favor.”

He grinned at your response, kissing your knuckles.

“Wonderful,” he said, dropping your hand and running his fingers up your exposed thigh. “Now, I’d like to...fulfill those dreams you told me about. Which one would you like to start with, darling?”

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thatnonbinarydemon2021 · 2 years

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She knows who she belongs to

PUNK/KINKY! Nightcrawler X OC Smut

Katzchen – Kitten Prinzessin – Princess Meine – Mine Liebien/Liebe – Love Vati – Daddy Kleine Maus – Little mouse Beauty - schonheit Beautiful - Schon Slut - Badhur Good Little Slut - gute kleine Schlamp

Selara’s POV

Tonight me, Kurt and few others were hitting a local club near the mansion that became a mutant hangout. I was getting ready with some of the other girls that were going such Rogue, Jean, and Storm. As I was doing my makeup, I looked over at Jean who was in a knee length high neckline sequin dress. “Whoa, you look great but why so conservative Grey?” I questioned. “Yeah, where’s the dress you got at the mall the other day?” Storm chimed in. “Scott threw it out, said it was too much skin and he didn’t want other men looking at what’s his or whatever.” Jean answered. “So, dig it out of the trash, tell him to shove it or you’ll leave.” I told her. “Plus, it’s your money sugar, he shouldn’t just throw shit out like that.” Rogue chimed in. “Yeah, I know, but in his defense, he was having one of his episodes.” She told us. “Always the excuses for him, girl even when Kurt was a devoted catholic, he couldn’t care less on what I wore as long as I was happy and confident, he loved it therefore there is no excuse for Scott’s actions.” I told her. “Yeah, Jean you deserve so much better than that asshole, I say you should dump him and give Logan a chance.” Storm said. “But I really love Scott.” She explained. “We know that sugar but he’s no good for you but it’s your choice we’re just giving out our opinions on the situation.” Rogue told her rubbing her back. “Yeah, I know but he’s not that bad.” Jean spoke. “If you say so babes, anyway enough about him lets get me in my dress.” I spoke. Rogue then grabbed the red latex dress with a deep V as I lubed up my thighs and Storm lubed up my back. After a couple minutes of struggling the dress was finally on and zipped, with that we left the room and met with boys in the living room. Once the boys heard our heel clicks come to a halt their heads snapped up from talking to each other. “Well, it’s about time what took so long?” Scott spoke out. “Oh, shut up Summers, you’re usually last to come out before we go anywhere, I just wanted to put in the effort to look good at the club.” I told him. “Babe, you don’t need to put in effort, you’re already perfection but I’m really enjoying the outfit.” Kurt responded pulling me down into his lap kissing my shoulder. “I can say the same to you liebien.” I told him tugging onto his fishnet shirt. “Well, are we going to sit around or are we going to go party?” Gambit spoke out holding onto Rogue. “Let’s go fucking party.” I laughed as I stood up and took Kurt’s hand. “We’ll see you guys there.” Kurt told them before pulling me in and teleporting us to the club. We stood in line, showed the security guard our I.D.s and then headed in straight to the bar while we waited for the others. Kurt ordered our drinks, and we began to chat. “How were your students today?” I asked him. “They did really great, Sierra is getting really good at controlling her mutation I’m proud of how far she’s come.” He answered. “Awe that’s amazing, I’ll have to congratulate her when I see her around the mansion.” I told him. “Yeah, but enough about work, it’s the weekend.” Kurt started off. “So, did you talk to Jean about Logan?” He asked. “Yeah, we did but Scott has her so deeply manipulated, and he is literally the worst I mean why would you throw out a beautiful dress just because it showed a little skin.” I told him. “Yeah, I get it he’s so fucking insecure, I mean you could kiss some random guy tonight and I might get jealous but I’m not going to get mad at you, especially if you asked first, one because we’re open and communicate, two because you know exactly who you belong to at the end of the night.” Kurt explained. I looked over and saw the others coming our way. “Hey beauties, gentlemen, Scott.” I greeted them all. “What have you guys been doing in the last five minutes?” Storm asked. “Just drinking and talking.” I told her. “Well, that’s boring, come on let’s go to the dance floor.” She demanded as she took my hand started leading me to the dance floor. “Wait a minute before you go, make all the guys want you and make me proud to have you.” Kurt spoke out before kissing my lips and sending me off with a smack on my ass. “Yes sir!” I giggled as I walked off with storm.

Kurt’s POV I watched as my wife was dragged onto the dance floor by Storm, I chuckled and took another sip of my whiskey. “You’re a lucky one elf, she’s got beauty and loyalty not a lot of people like her in this world.” Logan spoke as he eyed Selera as she danced with Storm. “Yeah, she’s certainly one of a kind, no one can fuck like she can either, she drives me absolutely insane. I mean I’ve been with a good handful of other women, and no one can match her energy. She made me who I am, she taught me new things, helped me explore a whole other side of religion and society and she definitely broke my innocence.” I explained. “Yeah, I’m honestly surprised with the road you went down.” Logan spoke. “Yeah, it’s definitely a big change from who I was.” I told him. We shared a chuckle and took another sip of our drinks while continuing to watch Selera from a far. She was getting down and dirty with beat, her hips swaying perfectly to the rhythm and she definitely completed the task of making me proud. Her perfect purple skin almost looked like it was glowing under the lights. I raised my glass to her, she smirked and blew me a kiss. “I don’t understand how you can let her dress and dance like that especially if you’re not out there with her.” Scott questioned. I scoffed and smirked. “That’s because unlike you, I’m secure in my relationship in knowing that she knows exactly who she belongs to.” I explained. “I am secure in my relationship I just don’t want Jean to dress like a complete slut.” He told me. I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “First of all, don’t disrespect my wife ever again or I will personally slice your head off and not the one connected to your neck either that’s too easy, Second of all watch closely.” I told him. I whistled over in Selera’s direction. “Katzchen, come here!” I yelled. With that she immediately ran over. “Yes vati?” she asked as I pulled her in close and made her look up at me. “Who do you belong to meine kleine maus?” I asked her. “You sir, I’m all yours, I can fuck anyone, but I only truly belong to you.” She answered with a smile on her face. “Good girl” I said as I kissed her forehead. “Now you see Scott, this is what a healthy relationship looks like, never did I ever think I’d say this to your face but, you should let Jean go so that she can be happy she deserves better than you and you can wholeheartedly go fuck yourself.” I explained before I left the amount for my tab and teleported myself and Selera out of the club and into our room. Selera’s POV

As soon as we teleported back home, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh my god baby you really gave him a taste of his own medicine!” I exclaimed. “It felt really good, if only I could have stayed to see his whole reaction, but I decided since you made me so proud to call you mine, I would give you a treat.” Kurt explained as he took off his shirt. “hmm~ is that so?” I hummed. He nodded before kissing my neck and unzipping my dress. “You get to choose everything tonight, from the rope color to your favorite toys, tonight is going to be all about pleasuring you.” He spoke softly as he gently began removing the latex dress from my body. Once he finally got the dress off, he walked over to our playtime closet and removed the cover of our St. Andrew’s cross. I knelt down and got into waiting position, on my knees, hands behind my head, head looking up to reveal myself to him thus giving myself to him. He grabbed my collar from its hanger and began to put it on my neck. “What’s the safe word for tonight princess?” He asked while fitting the collar to my neck. “Hmm…black for full stop, red for I need a break or I’m close to my limit.” I told him. “That works babygirl.” He responded as he left a soft kiss on my shoulder. “Alright stand up meine kleine maus.” He spoke in a soft voice while rubbing my arms gently. I stood up and my back fell against him, his touch never leaving my arms, his breath tickling my neck. It’s always the little things that turn me on with him. He could make me wet with a simple glance or the way he motioned his hands, it all made me weak to my knees and not a single man could ever make me feel the way he does. His dominance made me feel loved and wanted and he knows he has the power to make do anything and never does he take advantage of it. “Babygirl?” He questioned snapping me out of my thoughts. “Yes sir?” I asked looking up at him. “Are you going to pick out your restraints and toys?” He chuckled. “Oh yeah, I just got lost in my thoughts.” I told him with a smile. “You’ll have to tell me what you were thinking about later.” He chuckled as he kissed my lips softly. “Alright, I’m going to sit on the bed, you go in our fun little closet and pick out whatever you want.” He told as he let me go and pointed to closet. “Yes sir.” I responded and began walking over to the closet. Touching the toys and observing all the ones we had. I picked two black floggers with a rose gold handle, hot pink soft silk rope, rose gold nipple clamps, a black vibrating wand, the vibrating cock ring, the royal blue feather wand with a crop on the other end, and the hot pink blindfold. I brought them over to the bed and laid them out neatly and put my arms behind my back then looking over at him. “That is quite a beautiful selection you have there mein liebe.” He told me looking at the range of toys. He then got up and stood directly behind me, his hand wrapped around pushing head up to look at him before kissing me deeply. His other hand began messaging my left breast, gently pinching my nipple causing me to moan into the kiss. The hand that was pushing my chin up then slid down to my neck and held a tight squeeze earning another moan from me. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, his tail began traveling up my leg just barely gliding against my black laced underwear causing me to whimper into the kiss. Kurt pulled way letting go of his grip on my neck and all that was left was the trail saliva connecting our lips. I breathed heavily as I was already hot and heavy. Kurt then bent over to grab the rope and unraveled it and began started making a pentacle harness. Making sure it was tight enough around my chest. As he finished up, he began biting and sucking on my neck leaving a deep mark, just to mark what he knew was his. “Now, what does my pretty doll want me to do to her?” He asked seductively in my ear before kissing and biting on my neck once again. “I want you to restrain me on the bed and tease with the feather and crop while I’m blind folded and then once you’ve teased me to your desire, I want you to tie me up against the cross both facing my front and back and whip me as you please, then I want you to use me and tease me to all of your desires or until I’ve had enough.” I told him as he continued to mark up neck on both sides. “As you wish meine schonheit” He responded then taking my hand and kissing from the top of my hand to the base of neck which made me giggle. He then walked over and pulled the bed restraints from their hiding spot, I gratefully got on to the bed, he then put the blindfold on me and then restrained my arms and legs to bed as I laid down. He then went to grab the feather-crop and grazed is hand over my entire leg this then followed with the tickle of the feather going up my leg. Once he reached my thigh, he slapped the crop against it earning a moan from me. I heard him chuckle and felt him rub my thigh softy. He then dragged the feather up the rest of my body before taking the crop and smacking my right breast with it earning a small yelp from me. I then heard his footsteps head to the end of the bed and heard a chain being rattled. Kurt then walked back up and put the nipple clamps on me. The pinching sensation making gasp and moan out. Kurt chuckled once more and then began dragging the feather down my body once again, over my nipple causing me to moan and down my leg, dragging the feather over my feet and up the other side of my body, swatting my thigh again making me moan at the sting, dragging the feather up a little more before swatting my stomach making me yelp and then moan, then dragging the feather up further to my breast before once again swatting my left breast making me yelp once more. I breathed heavily as Kurt rubbed the areas soothingly. I heard his footstep lighten as he traveled to another part of the room. Then I heard our mini fridge open and close which made me raise an eyebrow. “Vati what are you doing?” I asked as I heard him walking closer. I then felt the end of the bed shift. “You’ll find out in just a second prinzessin.” Kurt answered. Before I felt the weight on the bed shift once more and then felt the sensation of an ice cube on my chest and dragging down my body. I gasped at the cold and wet feeling, I gripped onto the restraints. The feeling continuing up my body to neck and going back down this time circling over both of my nipples. I gripped the restraints tighter letting out a soft moan. The sensation dragged down the rest of my body. Then I felt Kurt pause at my lower abdomen, the wet sensation let my body. Then his cold tongue and piercing hit my clit with a long lick causing me to let out a breathy moan. “Ahhh~ fuck~” I moaned as he took long and deep licks up my folds and circling my clit. I was in absolute bliss; I felt his hands go down my legs and felt the restraints release my ankles. I knew what he wanted immediately and wrapped my legs around his head. Kurt continued to eat me out as if I was his last meal, entering his long tongue inside of me. This caused me to throw my head back in complete bliss. “Ahhh~ Vati I’m gonna cum~” I moaned. He separated my legs from his head and stopped which made me whine. “But I’ve been a good girl, why did you stop?” I whined. “I know prinzessin, but I’m not ready for you to cum, not so quickly at least.” He responded. I whimpered and tilted my head back. I felt the bed shift in weight, then heard his footsteps walk to my upper half. I heard the handcuffs being unlatched and then heard him walk over and unlatch the other handcuffs. I then felt Kurt sit on the bed and take my hand as he guided me to a sitting up position and then removing the blindfold. I fluttered my eyes for a few second adjusting to the low-lit room. “Now, how about we add a little bit of pain to all this pleasure, hm?” Kurt questioned in a soft tone, looking directly into my eyes. This made a million butterflies in my stomach and my breath hitch in my throat. “Yes sir.” I managed to get out. He then took my hands and led me over to the St. Andrew’s cross. “Now just so that we have them stuck in our heads, repeat what your safe words are.” Kurt told me. “Red for I’m close to my limit or I need a break, Black if its too much and I want to stop.” I responded looking directly at him. “Good girl.” He told me before pulling me into a deep kiss. As he pulled away, he pulled the nipple clamps off causing me to yelp from the hard pinch as they pulled off. He then used his thumbs rub my nipples soothingly. “Front or back first meine kleine maus?” He asked. “Back first please sir.” I responded. “As you wish katzchen.” He whispered in response. He then gently turned me around and grabbed the loose restraints. I slipped my hand through the restraints and grabbed the chain. Kurt then grabbed one of the whips and gently rubbed my back gently using his open hand, then dragged the flogger up my body starting at my thighs and ending at my shoulders. “Are you ready meine liebe?” Kurt asked still rubbing my back gently. “Yes sir, you can begin.” I responded. I heard him begin to take a few steps back. I took a deep breath and held onto the chains and that’s when Kurt began to flog my shoulder blades just once as a test. “Is it good or do you want it harder or lighter?” he asked. “Maybe a little harder.” I told him. “Alright just let me know if I need to lighten it up a bit.” He responded. I nodded in response, he then whipped it a little harder. This time I felt the sting travel through my shoulders. “Perfect~” I moaned in response into the lash I was just given. “Alright kleine maus.” He responded I could hear in his voice that he was pleased with my reaction. With every hit in all the different directions all I could let out were moans of pain and pleasure. The way he flogged my back and ass put me in complete bliss. I heard as he began to walk back up to me, Kurt then began to rub and kiss my shoulders. He then moved one of his hands down to my ass rubbing it gently. “You’re doing so good for me tonight Katzchen, I’m very proud of you and proud to have you as mine.” He spoke softly in my ear, giving me goosebumps all through out my body. “Thank you, sir.” I told him breathlessly. “Such a good girl.” He told me rubbing my ass and kissing shoulders. “Ready for level two?” He asked resting his head on my shoulder before kissing my neck gently. “Yes, sir.” I responded. “Okay, good.” He responded and left to grab the other flogger. He then took both floggers and whipped them against my back. “Same roughness or softer?” Kurt asked. “Same roughness please, sir.” I answered. “Alright prinzessin.” He responded and began dual flogging. Every strike felt better than the next. Every strike made me moan and lean into it. The best part about it is that before, he makes sure that it feels good with a test whip and then after he rubs all the parts that have been hit with the flogger and helps soothe them. Even though that I’m the submissive I’m still in control of everything and he makes sure I’m treated as if I’m a queen and of course I do the same for him. We worship each other. After a few more strikes he stopped and walked over to me once more. He then began rubbing my back and ass once again. “You always take flogging so well; it makes me happy knowing you enjoy it so much prinzessin.” Kurt spoke softly in between the kisses on my back and shoulders. “I’m glad my enjoyment makes you happy sir.” I told him. He then began to kiss my neck and rubbing my sides. “Do you still want your front flogged or do you want your treat now?” he asked as he took my arm and placed my hand against bulge in his jeans. “I think I would rather have my treat.” I responded. “That’s what I figured.” He told me moaning lightly as I rubbed his bulge. I then slipped my other hand out of the loose restraints and turned around. “My goddess, you always look so beautiful, fully exposed, sweaty from being flogged and covered in all of my markings.” Kurt told me looking into my eyes, holding me closely and softly. With that he kissed me turning into a hot and steamy make out session. He then picked me up by my thighs. I held the back of his neck for support. He pinned my body against the cross. We both moaned in the kiss. Enjoying the taste of each other’s lips. He then pulled my body away from the cross and walked over to the bed and laid me onto the bed getting on top of me, the cool sheets soothing the left over stinging sensation from the flogging never breaking the kiss. He then began undoing his belt and then unbuttoned his pants. Finally, he pulled away so we could both breathe. We were both hot and heavy, craving each other, craving the touch of each other, the taste of each other. He then took out his erect cock, then went over and grabbed the vibrating cock ring. “Beg for it, let me hear how bad you want it, how much you need it.” Kurt demanded. “Please Vati, please give me your cock, please put it inside of me, I need it so bad, please, please, please.” I begged bringing my hands to his cheek looking into his eyes. I needed him so bad, I craved for his cock to be inside of my wet, tight cunt. He then slid the cock ring onto his big cock and turned it on earning a light moan from him. He then slid his cock up and down my pink folds and then pushed his cock into my tight cunt. I clawed down his sides and let out a loud moan. Kurt then bent down and kissed me, doing slow, soft thrust. Swallowing each other’s soft moans in between kisses. “Vait.” I spoke stopping the kisses. “Yes katzchen?” He moaned. “Fuck me. Please.” I moaned out as he continued his soft and slow thrust. “As you wish meine prinzessin.” He responded moaning as he did so. Kurt then began to pick up the pace and go harder with this thrust. I began to moan louder and crawling his back and sides hard, causing him to moan and growl. “Fuck!” I moaned out loud, throwing my head back. Which gave Kurt the opportunity to bite down on my neck as he thrusted hard and fast. Which caused scream out. “Oh~ Vati!” I screamed out in complete bliss. “I know kleine maus, I know~” He moaned out. Little blood droplets ran down his sides, which didn’t bother either of us, in fact he enjoyed it, he enjoyed being marked, as much as he enjoyed marking me. He stopped for a moment, grabbed the black vibrating wand and slid it in between us putting it directly on my clit before turning it on. I moaned loudly as he began picking up his thrust again. I was so happy that our room was soundproof. “Ahhh! Vati!” I moaned out as I began to feel the knot in my stomach. “Yes, kleine maus?” Kurt breathed out as he breathed heavily, moaning and growling along with his response. “Can I please cum?” I whimpered as the knot tightened more, I was right on the edge. Then he stopped, I guess that was my answer. “Not yet, turn over.” He demanded, breathing heavily along with moans from the vibrations as he pulled out. He turned off the wand and tossed it to the side. I did as told, he then smacked my already bruised and sore ass and thrusted in roughly causing me to yelp and moan loudly. He grabbed my wrist put them behind my back and held them with one hand as the other hand left another smack on my ass before picking up his thrust again and fucking me as fast and as hard as he could. I bit down on the sheets moaning out loudly. He then picked grabbed hair and held it in his other than was free as held my wrist. “Don’t try to muffle your moans badhur let me hear them!” Kurt growled. I screamed as he fucked me. “Fuck you feel so good Meine gute kleine Schlamp.” He growled. “If you want to cum katzchen, now is your time!” he growled harshly. With that my body released a giant orgasm. I screamed as it released and my whole body began to shake. “Do you want me to breed you Katzchen?” He moaned shakily. I could tell he was getting close. “Yes, please vati, please breed me!” I moaned as he continued to thrust deep inside of me. Then after few more thrust, he hit deep inside me letting out a low groan as he finally came to release. He then turned off the vibrating cock ring and rode out both of our high with slow and soft thrust again. Before pulling out and his seed spilling out of whole. We were both sweaty and hot from the session. Kurt then turned me over, picked me up bridal style and headed to the bathroom, he sat me on the toilet and turned on the water in the bathtub. “Baby…you’re still…bleeding…” I told him in between my heavy and shaky breaths. “Don’t worry about it, it’s just scratches from your pleasure, I’ll take care of them in the shower and then I’ll join you in the bathtub, just me take care of you first.” He told me. I nodded in response as I caught my breath. He was still breathing pretty heavy, but he had the stamina of a demon after all. Once the tub was filled, he picked me up again and put me in the tub gently. “You sit here and relax; I’m going to rinse of really quick.” He told me and then kissed my forehead then lips. I watched him get into the shower and rinse off his back with warm water. He hissed slightly at the burning pain the scratches caused but he enjoyed being marked. Kurt then came out of the shower, and I leaned forward allowing him to sit behind me in the tub. We both then washed each other and took care of each other. Once we were done, we dried off, he picked me up once again and laid down on the bed with me in his arms. We snuggled close together, gave each other a light kiss and fell asleep.

Kurt’s POV

I woke up the next morning and looked down to my side to see my beautiful wife Selera asleep, on her stomach, she looked so peaceful. I kissed her forehead, got up and dressed in tank top and sweatpants. Walked out of the room and began to head to the kitchen to make her and myself breakfast. I walked in to see Scott sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. “Morning loser eyes.” I told him as I walked over to the fridge. “Somebody must be tired if that’s the best you got this morning.” Scott spoke. “Well remember how I said I was super proud to have Selera as my partner last night?” I asked him. “Last night is a little fuzzy but yeah I remember something like that.” He answered. “Well…” I started off and then faced my back to him and lifted the back my tank. “This is how proud she makes me and I’m very proud to wear the marks of her pleasure that I gave her.” I continued to say as I then dropped the back of my tank and let it cover most of my back again. “It’s a damn trophy however I don’t think I’ve ever seen any scratches on any marks from Jean on you. I guess you’re not doing as good of job as you think you do.” I told him as I smirked and shrugged than grabbed the things I need to make my wife breakfast, finished cooking everything brought her breakfast in bed. I woke her up with a couple of kisses. “Hey schon, I’ve got breakfast for you.” I spoke to her softly. She opened her eyes and sat up, I sat back down on the bed and snuggled and ate breakfast together.

THE END

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m1dn1ghtposts · 1 year

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// tw: suicide, death, self harm, sexual assault, mental illness, vent //

00:22 am

i saw a post about wondering if your 12 year old self would be proud of you today, and i really thought about everything that’s happened. i’ve done some great things but some equally bad ones too, so in this post i’ll go through some of those.

- i graduated high school early with a high gpa

i also reached record suicide attempts when i switched schools, almost succeeded a couple of times, and relapsed into self harm… something she hated. i still pick at my skin, and think about joining my love pretty often. i was physically and verbally abused because a guy that tried to rape me while i was under the influence got mad when i rejected him. yeah i skipped a grade, but i lost everyone, and nobody believed in me until my name was read off at graduation. if i didnt have my partner at the time i would have broken down completely, theres no way i could come back from that much of a dark place and been okay.

- i got accepted into the college i wanted to go to

my car, the only thing that has consistently kept me hanging on to this life, was keyed while i was there. my roommates were toxic and lied to my partner to disrupt my relationship. i couldn’t focus on my classes because they would have people over until anywhere from midnight to 3am. i couldnt get a job because whenever i would show up in my usual dark outfits and makeup to any place in the little country town i would get great reviews as far as capabilities and qualifications go, but never a call back. id also get weird looks all the time, maybe im crazy and seeing things but when a bunch of boys say im scary looking and they feel threatened i dont always take it as a compliment. not to mention the sudden and horrific passing of my partner during finals, the event that drove me to dropping out. to this day im fighting for a refund, despite it all happening within the fall of 2022 semester.

- i drive a cool car and found a really neat interest

i hardly ever get compliments, and my car is damaged, though i’ll never say exactly where. theres chips in the paint where rust pokes through, a piece missing from my windows tint, sun damage on parts of my paint, scratches everywhere either from the keying or from her previous owners… i could point out every little flaw forever. i love my car so much, its crazy to me that i never realized earlier how much i love cars, but that doesn’t mean anybody else appreciates the work and money i put into my car to keep her clean and shiny. not to mention how misogynistic the car community is. its depressing to see some of the posts ive seen, saying how women terrible drivers and dont know anything about cars. not only is it depressing to see from some of my favorite content creators, but its making me want to stop trying. stop pouring so much effort into something nobody will appreciate except me. maybe this is dramatic, but its true to me. once every month or two it takes a few of my friends to convince me to keep trying and keep building her up, but when most of what i see is negativity its very hard to ignore. i dont need everyone to like my car, i dont need everyone to be accepting of women either, i just want to feel like im a part of a community i allign a lot with. isnt the whole point to bond over wanting to modify your car and watch the progress?

- i did great in band and survived all 3 years of marching band (remember, i skipped a year)

i havent touched my trumpet in forever and started smoking sophomore year from stress, right around the school change. i know its bad and will kill me someday, but do i really care? so what, im only alive today because of pure luck. its really sad to say, but i couldnt care less about when this all ends, all i want is to feel okay. i just want to have this small vice and if it kills me someday so be it. also, for every great achievement in band i screwed up a run equally as bad or just didnt even play the music. its hard to stay motivated in a place that hates you.

basically, for every achievement i can boast, there’s an equal or greater bad side to it. at least thats what it seems like. maybe im just negative, or maybe im realistic. why should i lie to myself anyways? my 12 year old self was great at every subject and at least tried to be happy and spread joy despite the bullying. she didnt know about her own abuse, from a family member no less. she didnt know why her step brother liked touching her privates or why he kept doing weird things with her dolls. now it just keeps happening, with everybody i hold close. not even just sexual assault, but manipulation ive learned to notice, straight up abuse that i never recognized. honestly, my current self sees no real value in doing really anything, i’ll lay in bed all day if i cant get up. i could have failed out of college and i couldnt even get a job until it was fully remote. i abuse my body and i cant stop, i dont know how. i smoked weed in college because i couldnt sleep or calm down and now most nights there are a blur, its all i had to cope while 1.5 hours away from my partner… when i had him. maybe its my fault, maybe i just screw up everything i touch like the inverse of midas. i cant tell, i just know im losing it.

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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Love knows not its depth (until the hour of separation)

pairing: Kuroo x f! reader genre: angst / fluff, post timeskip! warnings: a tiny smudge of suggestive content wc: 4.9k m.list ~ taglist. ~

a/n: this is my rendition of a grown up Kuroo. life has been a little hectic for me recently, so i’m only getting around to posting it now. pls be kind and i hope y’all love it <3

“I need a break.”

Kuroo continues to snore. You are unsurprised he doesn’t hear you. After all, he came home glassy eyed, smelling strongly of alcohol after yet another night of drinks with his boss before quickly falling asleep in bed. It’s what he does most weekday nights, leaving you alone at home to manage your two daughters and tuck them into bed.

“I’m tired, Tetsuro.”

You are too tired to even tell him how you feel. You have a career of your own, two daughters to raise, a never ending list of chores and errands that must be done. You are a mother, a wife, a career woman. You have so many roles to play yet there is no space for you.

You must do something, anything or risk your heart imploding in your very chest.

You cannot survive that.

The next morning, you call your boss, ask for a day off. Then you pack your girls off to your mother’s place with two little suitcases with toys and clothes enough for a long weekend before you take the train to Hakone, check yourself into the ryokan with a view of Mt. Fuji that you spent your honeymoon at - except this time, you’re alone (but then again, you’ve been lonely for so long, you hardly notice the difference anymore).

You dip yourself into the hot waters of the onsens, watch bamboo sway in the breeze. It’s been at least a year since you’ve been even able to take a bath uninterrupted. There’s always something - Aiko needing help with her homework, Fumiko whining for another piece of mochi, your boss calling to chase for yet another report, so all you’ve ever had time for is a hurried shower before placating your daughters or seating yourself in front of your laptop to deal with your boss.

Finally, you’ve stolen a day to yourself. It’s absolute bliss.

The water is kind to you. Its heat soothes your aching muscles, the rising steam steadies your breath. You walk out of the baths feeling refreshed, renewed, but when you enter your room you find Kuroo Tetsuro waiting for you.

“I’ve been calling your phone all afternoon”, he says, face pinched. “I was worried.”

“Were you?” you say before you can stop yourself. “Really?”

“Of course”, he says, uncrossing his legs to stand. “You’re my wife and the mother of my children, of course I care.”

Wife. Mother. Employee.

The roles that life has handed you haunts you again. There is no escape for you.

Your skin suddenly feels as if it’s stretched too tight over your frame. Your bones rattle, brittle. They threaten to break if you take another breath. Yet you laugh and laugh and laugh, the sound spilling from your lips filling the room, suffocating the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

“If you really cared, you would have noticed that your wife is broken”, you tell him between bouts of laughter. “I tried fixing myself with a break but you can’t even give me that.”

Kuroo stares at you, equal parts horrified and confused. He takes a hesitant step forward towards you before thinking the better of it, swerving over to the kettle instead, clutching it as if it holds the cure to your madness.

“Calm down”, he says, “take a seat”, and you do. He offers you a cup of tea. You accept it, even though you’re still shaking from the aftershock of your laughter. “Drink”, he says, and you bring the cup to your lips, though you wonder absently why you taste salt in the bitter tea.

“Tell me what’s wrong”, he begs. “Tell me what I can do to fix you.”

You want to tell him that you’re not strong enough to do what’s expected of you. You want to tell him that you’re drowning from the weight of being his wife, the mother of his kids, from being a working woman that he can be proud of. You want to tell him that you understand his career is important, but so is yours, and you can’t carry the weight of the world alone.

But that would take too many words, and you are far, far too tired for that.

So you say blankly - “I can’t do this anymore, Tetsuro.”

His face falls.

You should remember that Kuroo Tetsuro, first and foremost, is a child scarred by his parents’ divorce. You should remember that you made promises that you and he would never put your daughters through that. But you’ve floated beyond hysteria into a grey indifference, your mind too broken, too tired, too numb to consider him when you can barely even hold on to yourself.

You don’t even notice the hot tears soaking through your yukata. You are deaf to his pleas to give him another chance. There is nothing left in you to give because you’ve poured all you’ve had into him, into your family, into your job. You are so, so empty, and you just sit and sip your tea and wonder idly if the warmth from the liquid you’re ingesting will make you feel a little more alive, or if it’s possible to ease the dull ache in your heart.

It is only when you wake up the next day and the sun is high in the sky that you register that he rolled out your futon for you, tucked you into bed, and kissed your forehead as a goodnight and goodbye. But all of this is washed away by the relief you feel when you read the note he’s left behind telling you that he’s returned to Tokyo, and to enjoy your break.

So you do.

You relish every bite of the meals you have at the ryokan. It’s nice not having to cook or scarf down your food at your office desk for once. You fill your time flitting between the onsens and curling up in your room with a book, taking frequent cat naps until tomorrow comes around again and it’s time to check out and head home.

There’s a brief moment of surprise when the reception informs you politely that your husband already paid your bill - but you suppose that’s just Tetsuro being efficient at racking up credit card points. The bullet train takes you back to Tokyo, and a couple stops on the subway takes you home.

“Okaeri”, you call softly out of habit, not expecting anyone to respond, but Kuroo responds with an even softer ‘Tadaima’, striding over to take your bags from you and usher you into the apartment. There are pink roses sitting in a vase, but you pay it no mind.

“The girls?” you ask, already headed in the direction of their room.

“I picked them up from your mom”, Kuroo responds. “Don’t wake them up, I just put them to bed”.

A peek into their room and it settles your mind to see that your girls are safe and sound asleep.

“Thanks,” you say, back in the kitchen, checking the fridge for what you can whip up for breakfast for you and the girls tomorrow. “By the way, I’ll pay you back for the hotel room from my own money, don’t worry.”

“It’s fine”, Kuroo answers, scratching his head. His hair seems a little more rumpled than usual. “I’ll cover it. I should’ve realised you needed a break.”

“You sure? You don’t have to pay for me, I’ve got money of my own.”

“No, let me pay for it, please. It’s the least I can do.”

You shrug. “Okay”, you say gracelessly. “Thank you.”

He continues to watch you over the kitchen counter as you lay out bread, eggs, ham, cheese. It’ll do for a quick breakfast for the girls tomorrow, never mind the guilt eating away at you that you really should do better than feeding them processed food all the time. You’re so preoccupied with planning the morning rush, the best way to clear the stack of reports that must have piled up on your desk at work by now that you miss Kuroo rounding the counter to stare down at you worriedly.

“You haven’t had dinner?”

“Oh no, I had a bento on the train on the way back.” It’s second nature to you to brush away anyone’s concern. “It’s for the girls’ breakfast.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take them to childcare before work tomorrow. Sleep in and take a break.”

“Really?” You stare back at him, confused. He doesn't even take charge of the girls in the mornings when you’re sick, your mother always has to fill in your place. He only ever turns up on the first day of school each year.

“Yes, of course. In fact, I’ve rearranged my work schedule so I can take them to school all of this week at least.”

“Oh”, you say, brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay, I guess. Wake me up if you need my help.”

“I won’t”, he replies, with a cocky smirk that seems almost false. “Goodnight, love.”

You don’t think of Kuroo’s strange behaviour overmuch, falling asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

Kuroo continues to act strangely all of next week.

As promised, he takes charge of getting the girls out of bed and ready for school. But you’re taken aback when he starts coming home for dinner, completely floored when he hands you a whole armful of bath salts and orders you to take a relaxing, hot bath while he wrangles both the girls and the washing machine into submission.

He even calls your mother to ask her to babysit on a Saturday evening so he can take you out for dinner at a fancy restaurant that serves foam instead of food. You manage to stumble through conversation with him - a commendable effort, since it’s been so long since you’ve even held a proper conversation with him besides snatches of discussion about the girls.

At least until he states during dessert - “we can make it work if you want to quit your job and stay home full time with the children.”

The mousse on your spoon melts by the time you put it down on your plate.

“Did the guys at work tell you it’s easier to have a housewife instead of a working wife? Are you saying this because you don’t think I’m a good enough mother to our girls? Is that what this is about?”

Kuroo shakes his head frantically, reaches across the table for your hand, but you yank it away with a glare. The extra rest you’ve gotten this week has injected a little more fight in you.

“I try my best to be a good wife and mother, but I’m sorry I can’t be perfect and be there for you and the girls 24/7.” You press down on the sliver of cake with a vengeance. Clink! goes the flat of your spoon against the porcelain plate. “I’m sorry for being selfish, but I don’t want to be reliant on you.”

You regret your harsh words when Kuroo slumps back into his chair, murmuring “I just wanted you to be happy. Forget I ever said that.”

He pays the bill and you walk home in silence. He bids you goodnight with a crumpled smile.

It finally clicks when you are startled awake by Kuroo’s shout of alarm.

You roll over, grabbing his shoulder to shake him awake from the nightmare that has him in its grip. His eyes jolt open, and the sight of your face makes him sink back into the pillow with a sigh of relief.

“Thank the gods you haven’t left.”

“Why would I leave? This is my home, isn’t it?” You mumble, turning your back to him again.

You feel the bed shift as Kuroo sits up.

“No”, he rasps, voice rough with sleep. “I was afraid you left me”.

Oh. So that’s what all of this is about.

You must stay quiet for far too long, because he gingerly crawls over to you.

“Dearest”, he says, your heart suddenly aching because you don’t remember the last time you heard him use that pet name with any amount of affection. “Darling”, he tries again, pawing at your back. You shut your eyes resolutely and refuse to turn to face him.

He doesn’t give up, even though the distance between you seems to yawn wide and wider with each passing second.

“Are you?” he asks, his words small, shrunken in the still, dark room. “Going to leave me, I mean.”

No, you’re about to say, the word balancing at the tip of your tongue but it feels wrong. Your break has given you the space to breathe, the time to think. It’s made you realise what you’ve said to him in the ryokan that night remains true.

This week has shown you that Kuroo can do better as a husband, as a father if he wants to. But he’s poisoned your marriage with neglect, forced you to dress up your sadness in silence, allowed your resentment to fester and simmer into frigid indifference. If you reassure him that you aren’t going to leave him, it’s only because you’re too tired to, not because you actually love him anymore.

“I don’t know, Tetsuro. Our daughters deserve to grow up with both their parents, but I’m not sure I want them to learn from my example that it’s okay to shoulder the weight of marriage, parenthood and a full time job all by themselves. Your dreams and career are important, I know, but I’m just so tired of being alone in this marriage when it was always supposed to be a partnership between me and you.”

You hear him choke back a sob. You should comfort him, but the exhaustion you feel at being honest with him, with yourself, weighs your bones down, forces you to sink further down into your mattress.

“I’m sorry”, he finally says.

“I’m tired, Tetsuro”, you whisper brokenly, clutching the blankets to your chin. “I think I deserve better.”

“I know. I’ll make it better, I promise.”

You want to ask him how, but your eyelids grow heavy, and you allow yourself to submerge into slumber.

You’re not sure what to expect, but the ground beneath your feet shifts. Things start to change.

Kuroo continues to take your daughters to childcare in the morning on the way to work as he did last week. That very weekend, he straps Fumiko to his chest, takes Aiko by her hand, and within an hour at the department store aided by a flash of his credit card, he purchases a dishwasher and robot vacuum for the house. He loads the dishes without you asking, runs the robot vacuum remotely once a day. It buys you time to breathe, a little more time to sleep.

He doesn’t always make it home in time for dinner, but he tries his best to rush home so he can read the girls a bedtime story and tuck them into bed.

“Dada”, Fumiko lisps, chubby fists wound around Kuroo’s tie. ‘I wanna hear another princess story!”

“No Fumiko! Papa promised to tell us how he met mama!” Aiko prods Kuroo’s side with the wooden doll Yaku sent from Russia that you know he abhors. ‘Keep your promises, papa!”

“Alright, settle down you monsters. I’ll tell you two stories if you promise to go to sleep right after that.” The girls cheer. “Now. Let’s see. A long, long time ago, your papa met your mama when she decided to beat him up because she thought he was trying to steal her food.”

“You were trying to steal my food”, you interrupt, leaning against the doorway amused. “You didn’t stop til I stabbed you with my fork.”

He glances up, surprised when you sit beside him on the bed. Then he grins.

“You left it on the table, dearest. What was a guy supposed to think?”

“Mama, please let dada tell the story”, Aiko interjects with a huff.

“Hurry up, dada! I want the princess story next!” Fumiko pulls at her silly dada’s shirt, pouting.

You both laugh. There’s a soft smile playing on his lips when his eyes meet yours.

Travelling all around Japan is still part of his job as a marketing director of the Japanese Volleyball Association. But now Kuroo pares it down to the bare minimum, makes sure he’s always back by the weekend at the very least to sweep the girls in his arms and shoo you off for a break of afternoon tea with your friends or shopping with your mom.

“Will you be ok when I’m gone?”

You hand him his suitcase, a flask of his favourite tea. “I’ve always managed fine. Nothing’s changed.”

He bends down to kiss Aiko on her forehead, pinch Fumiko’s cheek playfully.

“Yes. Well. I’ll come home soon”, he says, quietly. You startle slightly as he brushes his thumb over your wrist, lets it drift over your pulse point. “Please wait for me.”

You glance up at him from beneath your lashes. “I’ll see you soon then”, you reply. His smile widens, his eyes are hopeful, bright.

On the weekends, he stops flitting off for work functions and events. Instead, now he joins you for lunches at the kaiten zushi near your house, indulging the girls by ordering yet another plate of sushi just so Aiko has another chance to win a toy from the gachapon and Fumiko has another chance at feeling grown up when she lifts the plate from the conveyor belt. He stops ducking out from dinners at the grandparents’ place - both his and yours. Your mom stops giving him dirty looks when he actually turns up more than three times in a row with sake in hand.

Once every so often, he even throws little parties for your family of four, going so far as to buy a frilly pink apron that makes your daughters giggle when he whips it out for the first time. After a few mishaps (and a number of frantic calls to Fukunaga), he masters how to make takoyaki and okonomiyaki, and in the colder months, he makes steaming pots of nabe and shabu shabu.

“Itadakimasu” you murmur, and the girls follow suit. “It tastes good”, you say.

He ducks his head bashfully, pink dusting the column of his neck.

“Thank you”, he replies. “That means a lot, coming from you.”

You start to savour the bubbles of happiness in your chest when you see how your daughters’ eyes shine when they see their papa whip out the pink apron. You learn to laugh when you hear the pitter patter of little feet, their delighted squeals and shrieks when they tell you the latest exploits their silly papa is cooking up - sparklers under the stars one weekend, a nerf gun fight, the next.

The weight on your shoulders grows lighter and lighter until one day you hardly notice it at all.

“What’s wrong?” you frown at the sight of your husband dashing out of your bedroom, hair a frazzled mess.

He whips around at the sound of your voice. “Oh. Oh.” He approaches you, slowly, carefully. “You’re still here.”

Your frown deepens. “My boss called and asked me to send out an urgent email. I was just about to go back to bed. Tetsuro, is everything alright?”

He nods. “It’s fine - I just... I just woke up and thought you were gone.”

You take a closer look. It’s dark, but the shadows of the night fail to hide the purple smudges beneath his eyes, the fine lines carved into his brow. His shoulders are bowed, his lips downturned and he looks broken, battered.

Your heart hurts for him.

“I’m here”, you say, beckoning him towards you. Physical affection has been scarce between you two for so, so long but he looks so distraught it’s only natural to pull him close, let him rest his head on your lap. “I’m here, Tetsuro. I’m not about to run off into the night – you know I don’t like the cold.”

He doesn’t laugh at your feeble joke. “Are you happier now? Are things better for you?”

“Yes”, you say firmly, combing your fingers through his hair, rubbing circles along his back. “Thank you, Tetsuro. I appreciate it. I really do.”

You can feel him sag in relief.

“You don’t have to work yourself to the bone for me. That’s – that’s never what I was asking for. If you’re tired, you need to take a break.”

He shakes his head stubbornly. “I’m fine. I can bear it as long as you don’t leave me.”

“Tetsuro –“

He sits up abruptly, takes your hands in his.

“Promise you won’t leave me”, he begs, head bowed. “I know I’ve been a shit husband to you for so long. It’s no excuse, but I thought - ” he swallows heavily, waits until his voice stops wavering. “I thought we were ok, ‘cos we didn’t fight, not like my parents did before – before my mother left.”

“I was too tired to fight with you”, you say simply.

He nods once, jerkily. “I know – I know that now. When you disappeared that day, I didn’t know what to do. I went to your mom’s place and she reamed me out, screamed at me in front of the neighbours. I took the kids back, and it made me realise how fucking hard it was for you to do it all alone.” He inhales, closing his eyes as if the memory aches. “I know it’s late but I’ve changed, I swear. The girls need you. I need you. I’ll do anything as long as you stay.”

His fingers are freezing, but you do not pull away. Not when the desperation reflected in his irises makes your heart lurch in pain.

“It was hard”, you confess, and he shudders, struck in the chest by your honesty. “It was so hard, Tetsuro. You hurt me so damn much that I think I became numb to the pain. I don’t think I was really functioning for a while. For a long while.”

“I’m sorry”, he whispers, and you nod shakily.

“I know”, you reply, reaching out a hand to cup his face, a bittersweet twist to your lips as he melts into your touch. “That’s a chapter of my life, of our marriage that can’t be re-written. We can’t rewind that. But the past few months have been so different. I – you’ve shown me you’ve changed. And I think –“

You fall silent.

He prompts you. “Dearest?”

You recall the glimmer of light in your daughters’ eyes every morning when he takes their hands to walks them to school. You hear the echoes of their laughter, the lilt in their sweet voices every night when they welcome him home. You think of the tea parties he throws, the blanket forts he builds, the frilly pink apron he wears without shame and the bedtime stories he weaves every night.

“I think”, you say, with a smile that reminds him of the rising sun. “I think we can make this work again.”

He stares at you until the weight of your words dawns upon him, and he surges forward to fold you into his arms.

“Thank you”, he whispers into the shell of your ear. “I won’t fuck this up again, I promise.”

“Don’t thank me, you silly man”, you nuzzle into his neck sleepily, draping your arms around his waist. “Thank yourself for making me believe in you.”

He laughs wetly, cradling you close as you fall asleep against his chest, soothed by his heartbeat and the tenderness in his gaze.

Fumiko wakes you up unceremoniously before the sun even rises by climbing into your lap, and you open your eyes to Aiko pouting, hands on hips, demanding to know what’s for breakfast, and dada, dada, make a ham sandwich, pretty please with a cherry on the top.

“You guys are little monsters”, Kuroo teases with dancing eyes. “Can’t even give your papa a break to snuggle up to your mama.”

The girls shriek in dismay. “Don’t be mean”, you admonish him gently.

He mock sniffs. “I’m cranky in the mornings unless I get a morning kiss.”

Aiko and Fumiko crowd the sofa, clamouring to give their papa a kiss, but he stalls them with an imperious wave of his hand.

“This morning, only a kiss from your mama can chase my crankiness away”. His tone is teasing, but his shoulders remain tense.

“Nonsense. You make it sound as if kisses contain caffeine”, you scold, swatting his arm lightly as the girls giggle.

“Yours do!” he protests, and you roll your eyes as you press your lips to the corner of his lips, laughing when he puffs out his chest and declares his day can now start, that everything’ll be as right as rain.

Some days are full of sunshine, whilst others are full of rain. That’s life – but it’s bearable, enjoyable even, now that you and Kuroo face each day together, thanking the sun when it shines, and splashing through puddles on rainy days.

Things recalibrate.

The mornings are his domain now – he’s a master at concocting the most random breakfast items to satisfy your finnicky daughters. Aiko sniffs when she informs you that she’d prefer her papa to braid her hair, thank you very much, and when you shoot a look of death at Kuroo, he can’t even keep his face straight, his trademark hyena laugh erupting from his chest.

You cook dinner in the evenings, appreciating the times when he can join you at the table, not counting the nights he can’t against him because you know he’s trying his best. The girls clamour for his stories every night, laughing when he teasingly scolds them for yanking on his tie, demanding goodnight kisses from both him and you.

Now you force Kuroo to take some time to himself, shoo him off for lunches with Kenma, get-togethers with his Nekoma schoolmates. “I know you can manage it”, you tell him archly, “but you need breaks so you don’t burn out, or worse – you’ll lose your hair and we don’t want that”. When he opens and closes his mouth without a smart retort, you smirk. You get your way.

Both of you organise parties and playdates, inviting your shared friends – Kenma, of course, is a frequent guest, Bokuto, who brings along Akaashi and his sweet tempered little son (who Aiko always manages to pick a fight with, much to Kuroo’s amusement). You host Kai, who always brings offerings of flowers from his garden, Yaku, when he’s in town with his daughter, son and alarmingly fat cat. The adults congregate in the kitchen with food and alcohol, cracking good natured jokes at Kuroo and his frilly pink apron, watching the children cause a ruckus in the living room.

But you cherish the quiet moments you share with Kuroo at night when the children are asleep in bed. The chats you have whilst soaking in a hot bath about your day at work, the snippets of stories he shares about his boss, his crazy colleagues, the warmth of his arm around you as you stay up to clear emails late into the night, the heated kisses he presses to the nape of your neck to distract you when he thinks you’re working too hard.

It’s a good life. You’re happy, and so is he.

A year slips by.

The seasons come full circle. You return to the ryokan, finding peace in soaking yourself in steaming pools, watching the bamboo sway, the sun rise over Mt. Fuji. But this time, you’re not alone. You persuade Kuroo that he, too, needs a break - deserves one, truly. So you leave the girls with your mother and take the bullet train down to Hakone.

He shoots you a smirk as you both emerge from the private bath he’d insisted on booking. You swat at him, pulling your yukata higher up your neck, scowling as he winds an arm around your waist to press you into his side.

“You couldn’t wait til we got back to our room?” you hiss at him.

He chuckles lowly in response. “Didn’t hear you complaining”, he retorts.

“We were in an onsen, Tetsuro!”

“A private one”, he says with a waggle of his eyebrows, laughing aloud when you try and fail to slap your hand over his mouth. “What d’you think I was going to do with my lovely wife? I’m not a monk, sweetheart”

You try your best to shush him, but his cackling manages to capture the attention of everyone in the lift.

“What a happy couple”, an old lady remarks, within your earshot. “They must be newly married”

You think she must be a little senile. Or a little blind.

Neither of you are in your first flush of youth anymore - there are streaks of grey in Tetsuro’s mop of hair, extra weight in your hips and lines in your faces. No one could conceivably mistake you for a pair of newlyweds.

“Nah”, Kuroo drawls easily into your ear. “Just your regular old, married couple.”

You don’t speak until you’re safely in your room.

“A regular, old, happily married couple”, you say, as he hands you a cup of tea. “That obaa-san got that part right at least.”

Kuroo chokes on the lump of emotion in his throat as you serenely sip your tea.

The tea tastes bitter (as it always does), but the kisses that follow are so very, very sweet.

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1 step forward, 3 steps back.

warnings: rafe being… rafe. drug mention & consumption, cursing, toxic relationship, sexual situations/implications, mental health issues. ANGST.

[AN: this is the first thing i’ve written, ever, so my apologies if it’s not flawless ; also, english is not my first language, that’s a warning on its own]

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Called you on the phone today

Just to ask you how you were

All I did was speak normally

Somehow I still struck a nerve

“Hey,” you said in a soft tone as soon as Rafe picked up the phone, you were laying down on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Hey princess,” his tone was calm, but his voice was rough and raspy all together.

“How you doing?” you asked him, even though you’d seen him last night, up close.

“I’m doing great,” he replied in a surprisingly cheerful tone, which is weird this early in the morning. Rafe is not a morning person. “You sound tired.”

“I am tired,” you confirmed with a sigh. “Guess I have you to thank for that.”

“My pleasure.” he replied cockily, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could practically hear his proud smirk.

“So, what’s the plan today?” you asked in a casual tone, fidgeting with the edge of Rafe’s shirt, the one you wore to sleep.

“Uh, what do you mean?” he asked in a distracted tone, he sniffed subtly and coughed.

You knew what that meant, but still, you hoped it wasn’t what you deep down knew it was.

“Yeah, I mean—“ you said and made a brief pause. “Wanna go to the club? Maybe we can take a ride on the boat, you know, with food, alcohol... just us.”

“Can’t, I’m busy.” he said after a few seconds, if you didn’t know him better and his occasional mood swings, you would’ve said his tone was harsh.

"Really?" you asked in a soft tone, trying to disguise your disappointment with interest. "But I thought we were going out together today."

"Y/N, just because I'm your boyfriend it doesn't mean I have to be with you all the fucking time."

Okay, now he was definitely angry, you thought you said the right thing, but it still made him angry.

"Rafe-"

"No, Y/N. I have a life of my own, you know? Things to do besides you."

“That’s okay Rafe, I get it,” You said calmly, nodding your head softly. “Have fun today.”

Now you clearly heard the sound of him sniffing something and the sigh that left his lips after, and Barry’s voice in the background. “Don’t play the victim card on me, that’s not gonna work. I deserve to have some time off.”

“I didn’t,” you said softly. “And it’s okay baby, you’re right, you deserve to have some fun.”

“See? No need to be so fucking dramatic,” he said, his voice and words slurring. You? Dramatic? It was all him. “But don’t worry princess, I’ll drop by tonight and fuck the attitude out of you, yeah? That way I’m not just doing things with you, I’m doing you.”

And with such a vulgar comment and a harsh tone, Rafe hung up on you, leaving you completely dumbfounded and filled with incredulity.

What you did know for a fact, is that he would keep up his word. And judging by his tone of voice and how annoyed he was, you could already imagine the ache between your legs.

You got me fucked up in the head, boy

Never doubted myself so much

Like, am I pretty? Am I fun, boy?

I hate that I give you power over that kind of stuff

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you started hooking up with Rafe, and what you were committing to when you agreed to be his girlfriend.

You know that man carries more problems than he shows, he prefers to make himself appear as the Kook prince who lives a life of partying and money; hiding all the things that were going on in his head.

However, there were times when his attitude made you doubt yourself.

You couldn't help but think, ‘What if one day I don't manage to calm him down?’ ‘What if one day he realizes that there is someone prettier, or hotter, or wealthier out there?’

And Rafe would get angry if you doubted yourself. He would complain to you about it, saying you had no reason to be insecure about your looks; if you are absolutely gorgeous, or to feel insecure about your personality; if you were the most genuine person he'd ever met, and you could make him laugh until he forgot all his problems.

But what really made him furious was when you had doubts about the relationship itself, about whether or not he was capable of leaving you for someone else. He took those doubts personally, as if he wasn't trying hard enough to show you how much you mean to him.

When in reality; you were doubting yourself.

'Cause it's always one step forward

You were preparing dinner for you and Rafe, your family was out for the weekend, and Rafe had decided to spend it with you.

Your hair was tied up in a bun, your attire consisted of nothing but your underwear and a shirt that used to be Rafe's, but you took it so long ago that it's yours now.

Music from your shared playlist played in the background, as you danced absentmindedly with a spatula in hand, extremely calm and enjoying time with your boyfriend.

Rafe could do nothing but stare at you with admiration, you are literally the only good thing in his life; his little piece of heaven. You are everything to him.

As soon as Dark Red by Steve Lacy started playing, you let out an excited gasp. That song in particular is Rafe’s and yours, like… if you two had to choose a song to describe your relationship, it would be that one. It represented how you two did not always have good times, but your love prevailed.

Seeing you this happy, comfortable and at ease with him made Rafe's soul happy. All his life, he had done nothing else besides make people angry, disappointed, terrified. But with you, everything was different.

You were so focused on swaying your hips to the music and singing, that you didn't notice when Rafe stood up and walked over to where you were.

It wasn't until he stood behind you, chest to back and with his hands on your hips, that you realized he was closer. His head was bowed, you could feel his breathing close to your ear, so he was able to murmur in your ear the lyrics of the song:

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe,” he sang in your ear, his voice a soft whisper as he wrapped his arms around your body and started to sway with you. “Only you, darling, only you, babe.”

The gesture quickened your heart to unsuspected levels, you felt your knees weaken as you pressed closer to his body, appreciating his closeness as he pressed a kiss against your temple.

“You know I love you so much, right?” he mumbled in your ear, as you closed your eyes and relished his presence.

“I love you too, baby.” you mumbled back, leaning your head against his chest, caressing one of his arms around your waist with your fingertips, and bringing your hand to his ash blond hair, stroking it softly.

and three steps back

“Why is he mad at you, again?” Topper asked you with a raised eyebrow, after witnessing Rafe utterly avoiding even looking at you when he walked into the room and then left without a word.

“Because I told Barry to not open the door if Rafe dropped by,” You replied with a shrug, closing your eyes and leaning back against the chair. “And when Rafe tried to lash out on him, Barry said it all had been ‘Mrs.Country Club’s’ request.”

“And he’s mad at you because you don’t want him to get all fucked up?” Topper questioned next, trying to understand the situation. But he never knew what the fuck you two were up to.

“Yes, but it’s Rafe, are you surprised?” you said with a heavy sigh.

“No, not really,” Topper admitted. “Honestly, I don’t know why you keep up with him, Y/N.”

“I ask myself that all the time…” you said with a deep sigh. “But I love him, so I guess that’s the answer.”

“And? I mean, I don’t want to be ‘that guy’ Y/N, but he’s…” Topper trailed off, apparently looking for the right word.

“I know exactly how he is, Topper, I don’t need you to remind me. I already think about that way too much.”

You and Topper had easily assumed that Rafe was no longer around, since he seemed to be making his best efforts to avoid you.

But Rafe was there, and he heard everything. He’d heard Topper giving you bad advice (or what he considered bad advice) And he heard you, having doubts about why you loved him or stood by him at all,and it made him want to lash out again.

I'm the love of your life until I make you mad

It's always one step forward and three steps back

Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand

No, I don't understand

[+18. Really]

“Leave me alone!” his voice boomed in the room, his brows furrowed and the veins in his neck were popping out.

“Rafe—“ you tried once again, approaching slowly in an attempt to place a hand on his shoulder, but he waved it away aggressively.

“Leave-me-alone,” he said, pausing in between each word to emphasize on how much he meant it. His eyes were bloodshot, his nose had specks of white dust, his lips were dry and his voice was coarse.

You weren’t entirely sure what you could say to get him to calm down. Or if there was anything at all you could do.

Normally, what upsets him the most is Ward. His own father. Rafe has spent his whole life trying to prove he's a good son, to make his father proud, and Ward never appreciates his efforts, only notices the bad, and ignores Rafe's clear calls for help, has since Rafe was 10 years old, so he certainly wasn't going to pay attention to him now that Rafe finally had a steady girlfriend, someone who had willingly decided to help.

95% of the time, you managed to talk to Rafe before he decided to resort to intoxication. Most of the time just seeing you helped him calm down, hearing your voice soothed him, and your lips, your skin, put him in a state of peace.

But the other 5% is when Rafe resorted to alcohol and, above all, drugs.

When Rafe is upset and decides to get high, he only manages to become unstable, erratic and yes, aggressive if not handled with care.

In those situations, the best thing you can do, putting yourself first, is to give him his space. Let him screw himself as much as he wants for that day, and help him deal with the consequences the next day, while you listen to him lament his attitude.

Rafe always said he would quit the vice; claiming you were all he needed to calm himself down, that you made him feel at peace. And above all, that you weren't slowly killing him; on the contrary, every minute he spent with you made him feel more alive.

However, for one reason or another, he always came back to it. Whether it was at a party, because Kelce suggested it, or, as is almost always the case, when he's upset with his father and needs quick relief.

And usually, this ‘quick relief’ ends up with Rafe fucked up, big time.

Once he was convinced that you wouldn't try to intervene again, Rafe went back to his business. He turned to the table, and since he already had the line ready, he simply leaned over and inhaled it, throwing his head back, running his hand through his hair and exhaling as he closed his eyes.

You exhaled heavily, shaking your head as you stared at your feet. You knew he would struggle to quit, after all it is an addiction and he has to fight it, but sometimes you get the impression that Rafe doesn't want to quit, not really.

"Do you want to help me?" asked Rafe eventually, turning his head to look at you. You didn't know if it was a trick question or not, so you hesitated before answering. "Answer me."

"Yes, of course I want to, Rafe." you replied with your respective hesitations, wondering what he was up to.

"Come here then," he said, making a 'come hither’ sign with his fingers.

You took a hesitant step but stopped, your eyes narrowing as you analyzed Rafe, trying to determine his intentions.

He raised both eyebrows in your direction, in a silent question of whether or not you're going to go with him.

Eventually you walked over to where Rafe was, he smiled at you while biting his lip lightly. Without saying anything he approached you and kissed you; the drugs made his senses heighten, so the kiss was intense from the beginning.

So that's when it made sense to you what he wanted, he wanted you. Your most obvious thought is that he would use you to take out your frustration, put the drugs aside and, most likely, fuck you.

Your idea seemed to be the right one as soon as Rafe grabbed you by the waist, still with his lips on yours, left a little bite on your lip before pulling away; and without any problem, lifted you off the floor and placed you on the table.

It's something you wouldn't admit out loud,—mostly out of shame and guilt,—but this kind of sex with Rafe was the best, he's completely unrestrained, rough, full of stamina and teasing, and above all, possessive. And that, in combination with his attractiveness, always drove you crazy.

And honestly; if what he wanted was to fuck you to take out his frustration, you'd let him.

His kisses were hungry and his hands desperate, running all over your body without distinction, as if he didn't know where to start.

He parted his lips from yours, and left a kiss at the corner of them, on your jaw; and began to make a little trail of slow kisses down your neck. The feeling of his lips on your neck made you bite your lip as you wrapped your legs around his waist to feel him closer.

You slid your hand under his shirt, caressing his defined abs and the sides of his body gently with the tips of your fingers, as he left little bites on your neck. Your hands slowly moved up, intending to remove his shirt, but Rafe was quicker and brought his hands to the edge of your shirt, causing you to stop your movements to raise your arms, so he could remove your shirt with ease. And so he did.

He parted his lips from your neck and stared at you, the hunger in his eyes made you feel a fire in the pit of your stomach that only he could put out.

Desperately, your lips connected again as he settled between your legs. One of his hands traveled to your neck, and he wrapped his fingers around it, pressing lightly to the sides. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head; though he couldn't see it.

With just enough strength, Rafe used the grip he had on your neck to push you down onto the table, so that you were lying on top of it.

As soon as he leaned over the table, you could feel his breath over abdomen, so you bit your lip in anticipation for what was to come.

He began to leave slow, wet kisses on your abdomen, making a slow trail to the edge of your shorts. Your automatic reaction was to close your eyes and put a hand in his hair, stroking it gently.

What you didn’t know is that the fact that you closed your eyes had given Rafe an opportunity he couldn't miss. Without you noticing, he slid a hand to the side of the table, where the small bag of white powder was.

To conceal his actions, he unbuttoned your shorts, and returned his lips to the beginning of your abdomen for more time.

The little bite he left to distract your attention caused a gasp to escape your lips; and that sound almost caused him to change plans completely.

He did want to fuck you, don’t get him wrong. He even had a mental debate about whether to continue what he was doing or simply sink his head between your thighs and provoke more sounds like that.

But he wanted to try something first. He had always wanted to try it, but had never asked you, because he knew that you would most likely say no.

With ease, he slid your shorts down your legs; so that they stayed at your ankles or fell to the floor; he didn't care. One of his hands slid into your underwear with ease, his fingers going straight to where he knew you needed him the most.

Trusting that you would not open your eyes, carefully, he put the white substance on your body, so delicately you didn’t notice. He began to prepare to inhale, while biting his lip in reaction to the sinful sounds that left your lips.

And obviously, without warning, Rafe inhaled a line from your thigh.

And all your sounds stopped, your eyes opened and your expression was filled with surprise, the bad kind.

You couldn't believe what Rafe had just done, you felt like an idiot for falling into the trap.

You also had to bite your lip to keep from letting out a moan in reaction to what his fingers were doing in between your legs, but your pride forbade it.

But more than anything else, you were outraged.

“Rafe, you did not just—“

“It felt nice, yeah?” Rafe’s voice was hoarse, you could feel his breath over your skin, as he left little kisses around. “After all, I did feel you clench around my fingers.”

His dirty words, hoarse voice, and close proximity to your body, not to mention his fingers deep inside you, caused you to let out a soft moan, causing Rafe to smirk in what he thought was victory.

But you wouldn't let him win this little game.

Although you really didn't want to, you grabbed his hand by the wrist and pulled him away, your legs trembling slightly at the sudden lack of anything between them.

Rafe's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as soon as you pushed him away from you and got off the table, lifting your shorts off the floor and putting them back on without a word.

"What are you doing?"

You didn't answer, as you searched for your shirt, feeling his heavy gaze on your body.

"Y/N, where do you think you're going?"

“I’m leaving you alone as you asked me to, remember?” you said in irony. “Before you sniffed a line off me after I begged you to quit that shit?”

“Oh, so now you’re playing the victim?” his voice rose. “Don't- Don’t act as if you wouldn’t have let me fuck you less than a minute ago!”

"Yes I would have let you, to distract you from that shit!" you admitted to him, failing to control your anger. "I said I wanted to help you, to distract you, to give you something different to do. Not that I'd give you another place to snort lines from!"

Rafe knew you were right, of course he did.

You had spent months after months trying to get him to quit, you had offered him countless hours of your days to give him something new to do, distractions, attention and love. And this is how he had decided to pay you back?

But Rafe was angry too, very. You had interrupted him, you were yelling at him; and you had left him so hard, that it would start to hurt unless he did something about it.

“Fine, then get the fuck out of here.” Rafe spat, his anger clearly getting the best of him.

Your eyes widened at that, you hadn't expected him to react like that.

Your best case scenario would be that your attitude would piss him off, yes, but that he would retaliate by getting you back to the table and showing you everything you were missing.

Instead, he simply took your word for it and told you to get out of the room.

“What?”

“You heard me, get out.”

“Rafe—“

“You uh, you have three options, yeah? You let me fuck you over that table and do whatever I want, you get out of here, or I’ll get you out of here.”

The first offer was tempting, it really was, but you wouldn’t allow him to talk to you like that. Before anything, came respect and dignity, and no matter how much you wanted him to fuck you silly, you were too angry and disappointed at him to let it slip.

Blinking repeatedly to chase away the tears from your eyes, you grabbed your phone from the other end of the table, your jacket from Rafe's bed, and walked out of there without another word as you heard him calling your name.

And maybe in some masochistic way

I kinda find it all exciting

Like, which lover will I get today?

Will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'?

Your relationship with Rafe was unique.

Not because of the circumstances in which it was created. A one-night-stand that turned into something casual, that was formalized after a dinner.

If not for Rafe.

You loved him, no doubt about it. You would give anything to see him happy and at peace, at peace with himself and succeeding in his life.

Rafe would do anything for you, really, anything. No matter how risky, demanding or dangerous, he would do anything for you.

He would die and kill for you.

But that surely didn’t mean it was an easy relationship, hell no. In fact, the willingness both of you had to do anything for each other sometimes made things too complicated; for at times it seemed that not a single rational thought crossed your minds.

And yes, Rafe’s addiction was a big issue. Whenever he was too high, or going through withdrawals, he wasn’t the Rafe you knew or had grown to love, it was another side of him you wanted to help get rid off. And the process wasn’t easy.

While trying to get clean; there was no way to know how he’d behave. He could either get clingy and want you around at all times to calm himself down, or he’d be in a very bad mood all the time, constantly snapping at you and raising his voice.

So there were days where he’d walk you to the door of your house and leave you there with a tender kiss and a smile.

Or days when you’d get out of his truck without a word, with tears streaming down your cheeks while he kept yelling for probably the stupidest thing.

No, it's back and forth, did I say something wrong?

It's back and forth, goin' over everything I said

It's back and forth, did I do something wrong?

'It's back and forth, maybe this is all your fault

Rafe knew he wasn’t okay. After all, he had begged his father for help, begged for anything that would get those thoughts to stop, but his father hadn’t listened, had only told him to ‘man up.’

You knew he wasn’t okay. Which is why you wanted to help him, to offer the support no one else had bothered to give him before he met you.

Whether he wanted it or not, those thoughts were still there. Being with you made them easier to ignore, but it’s not like they vanished entirely. He still had some ideas that made his own skin crawl.

And sometimes, you’d say or do the wrong thing and trigger those thoughts. And things got bad again for him.

Rafe knew you wanted nothing but to help him get better and be the best version of himself, and he really wanted to give you that. To change and make an effort. Not only for himself but for you. He wanted to be a man worthy of your love.

But it was hard to be anywhere near decent when you two went out and a guy stared at you for longer than Rafe’s limits allowed, or when guys tried to hit on you, when his friends got a little bit too close for his comfort.

Whenever he got jealous, he turned into a walking, talking ticking bomb. Anything could, and would set him off.

It wasn’t your fault, not really, but most of the time you felt it was. You knew Rafe dealt with a lot of insecurities already, of not being a nice person, not being good enough and so many other things. And you hated being one of the factors that caused his insecurities to arise.

And I'd leave you, but the roller coaster is all I've ever had

It was a complicated relationship, and it would probably never stop being complicated because both of you are complex people, plus there are other factors that affect the relationship.

But that didn't mean either of you would stop fighting to keep it alive. Neither would let the other go.

Rafe utterly refused to ever let you go. He loved you as he had never loved anyone, as he never thought himself capable of loving with that twisted heart of his.

You are, without exception, the best thing in his life, the best thing that ever happened to him. And you being in his heart was slowly turning him into who he had wanted to be during all those years of loneliness.

And you would never let him go, because you loved him with all your heart, soul and nerve of your body. And because you know that no one will ever love you like him. With so much passion, intensity, honesty and purity.

Because every feeling Rafe expressed with you was true; he was himself with you. And you didn't want to let him go.

Even if the two of you went one step forward, and three steps back, that single step would be longer than any step life makes you take backwards.

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hopespeak-hs-hostclub · 3 years

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can you do NSFW alphabet with tamaki souh please?

MY KING TAMAKI YES OF COURSE 🥰🥰🥰 I’m SOO SOOOOOO sorry it took a little while!!

ALSO didn’t know what gender identity/pronouns you wanted, so I did AFAB Fem reader! If you want me to redo it with they/them or he/him pronouns - or a AMAB reader just send the request again and I’ll do it for you no problem!!!

Tamaki Suoh NSFW ABC’s

Tw// fem!reader•afab•she/her pronouns

A (Aftercare) Tamaki literally treats you like a princess. Makes sure you take a bubble bath, personally helps you clean yourself up. Will make sure to get your comfiest sleep wear, and help you into bed where he holds you closely, telling you what a good girl you are.

B (fave body part) “every part of you is my favorite” there is no way to make this NOT creepy, but he loves your skin. Touching it, kissing it, biting it, spanking it. He loves how soft and warm your body feels.

C (cum) Tamaki does one of three things depending on what you want: cums inside you, wears a condom, or pulls out and cums all over your belly. His least favorite way is in a condom, but he respects you and will always ask if you have a preference. If you say no, he’ll usually fill you up.

D (dirty Secret) he not only loves to get sexy pics from you- whether it’s nudes, or sexy after shower in a towel shots, or you sending him a photo of you in a new top you just got, and nothing underneath. But he also loves sending those to you. He once sent you one where he was laying in bed with his pants unzipped, and his hair all messed up while he lay there shirtless.

E (experience) he has more experience than you may think. He knows how to please a lady though, and you both take full advantage of that!!

F (favorite Position) he’s a missionary guy through and through. He’s not the kinkiest although he does like to bite and leave hickeys on you, he wants sex to be passionate and romantic and full of love and affection. He doesn’t love the crazy wild kinky stuff. He would much rather slowly fuck you hard and deep

G = (Goofy?) Tamaki does his whole “I’m a gentleman and a prince and you’re just a small angel who I must protect and love” thing while in bed- a lot. and it always makes you giggle without fail. He loves that he can make you blush and laugh while being intimate, because he knows that means you love him and are comfortable with him.

H = (Hair) clean shaven all the time, and he prefers you to be as well, although, you’ll never hear him complaining if you don’t.

I = (Intimacy) Tamaki is all about intimacy. Lots of whispers of affection, and praising. “You’re such a good little girl,” “I love you so so much,” “you’re so beautiful” and lots of kissing literally all over. He loves kissing your tummy and moving his way up your entire body until he’s biting and kissing on you neck and earlobes.

J = (Jack Off) not only does he jack off, but remember those dirty pictures he likes to send? You’ve gotten a lot of pictures of him with his hand down his pants where he just says “thinking of you (;” he literally masturbates to pictures or thoughts of you all the time.

K = (Kink) biting and praise! Not only does Tamaki love to bite your skin, and tell you what an absolutely amazing good girl you’re being for him, but he would also love if you did the same. He adores hearing you tell him how good he’s doing at making you feel good, and when it comes to the biting, he’s the exact opposite of embarrassed when it comes to having your bite marks all over him. He’s honestly proud of them most of the time and puts in zero effort into covering them up.

L = (Location) always at one of your homes. Most of the time in bed. But you’ve had shower sex, bathtub sex, living room sex, kitchen sex… you’ll both hop onto each other anytime you can.

M = ( Motivation) straddle that mans lap and kiss and bite his neck and he’ll flip you over and be ready to go.

N = (NO) surprisingly, no calling him daddy in bed. He loves when you call him daddy, but he doesn’t think of it as a sexual thing, and he’s not the biggest fan.

O = (Oral) Tamaki loves when you give him oral. Like he’s obsessed. Most of the time, he can barely contain himself and he ends up fucking your face. He also loves giving you oral. He can not get enough of how you taste. If you ever want to make him the horniest happiest he’s ever been, sit on Tamaki’s face. Just do it.

P = (Pace) he likes to be extra gentle and passionate so sex is usually at a nice steady pace. It can get a little fast, or a little slow, but typically he finds a rhythm you both like and stick to that the best he can.

Q = (Quickie) have you had a few quickies? Yes who hasn’t! Does Tamaki like quickies? Fuck no.

R = (Risk) absolutely not. Tamaki isn’t the most adventurous risk taker out there, so he’d prefer to stick with what you guys already know and like. Of course, when you begged him to use handcuffs on you, he was down for that. But that’s about the biggest risk he’s willing to make.

S = (Stamina) Tamaki lasts for a good while. He only cums once (sometimes twice) typically, and sex lasts for roughly an hour or two.

T = (toy) one of Tamaki’s favorite things to do to with you is tease you with a vibrator just a little. Make sure you’re nice and ready for him

U = (Unfair) he’ll never admit it but Tamaki is 100% a tease. He says he doesn’t, but he loves making you squirm.

V = (Volume) if you think for a second that this man is anything but loud you’re wrong. He’s so loud- he moans and cries out. He is always vocalizing how good you’re doing, or how good he feels, or how beautiful you are. He does loud deep heavy breathing while he fucks you, he whimpers. A lot.

W = (Weird fact) he’s really into setting the mood. I’m talking incense, scented candles, dimmed lighting, flower petals, body massages with scented lotion. The whole thing.

X = (X-Ray) Tamaki is just average at around 6 and a half inches. But trust me that’s not a bad thing. He knows exactly how to work what he’s got, and it’s not too big and overwhelming that you can’t handle it. He’s the literal perfect size.

Y = (Yearning) oh, he craves you. He wants to hold you and touch you and kiss you as often as he can. Even when you’re out in public, his hand will always be placed on your thigh, or he’ll be holding you from behind pressed firmly against his body. Even if he doesn’t necessarily want to have sex at that moment in time, he would do anything to have you touch him, or he touch you.

Z = (ZZZ) Tamaki is an adorable baby, so after he helps you get cleaned and changed, once the two of you are spooning in bed, he’s out within 10 minutes every time. You wear him out and he lives for it.

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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Consider mc asking felix questions about his interests to cheer him up. Tell me about taxidermy felix

Oh man you guys have some really interesting ideas /gen I know nothing about taxidermy so bare with me here as I research the tag

Maybe I'm projecting here but I feel like Felix hyperfixates a lot and just starts going off!! Especially when he's upset.

Felix has been in a bad mood all day. Surly and snippish y’know? With the heavy circles under his eyes you think he might have had a bad dream or something?? But you can't be sure. What you can be sure about is the various animal parts that are just,, sprawled around the desk. So you ask about them. Oh, taxidermy? Tell me about it!

Felix hesitates for a second and is like,, 'I appreciate the effort, but you needn't try to make me feel better.'

No >:((( you love him and his interests and you wanna know >:(((( you go over and hug him from behind and look over his shoulder to the desk and kinda brush some of the fluffy hair off the back of his neck and he's blushing and squeaky and immediately feeling better.

If you (like me) have no clue about taxidermy, he starts explaining, kinda picking up stuff and showing it to you and letting you touch it and kinda pacing around the room because There's A Lot Of Ground To Cover And He's Gonna Make You An Expert On This!!

I feel like,, he got into taxidermy originally for spellcasting or whatever but then he just liked it, both the aesthetic and the process.

Okie so idk if this is ever discussed in the story but I like the idea of Felix having like,, death-sensing abilities (cause imagine it's the scene where he's holding Rime and trying to keep him alive but it isn't working and all of a sudden there's just this magical little ding! like 'new death detected' or whatever and Felix just completely loses it because in that moment he Knows Rime is dead but he can't accept it-) so I feel like he just kinda walks through the forest and finds specimens that way? Also might buy some from the market. Or maybe Stella kills something and brings it to him, I could see that too.

If you show any interest at all, he's whipping out a squirrel for you to try. He just kinda,, had it,,, in an ice chest or something,, honestly he was probably gonna use it to calm himself down but having you do it is so much more fun!!!

I think he would use magic a lot, like for the form and to prep the skin and whatever? Like he still manually skins it but he might make it more resistant to accidental tears or something. You're trying to cut it the right way and he puts his hand on top of yours to guide you?? His eyes are focused on your work but he kinda hums under your breath that you're doing a great job? Wkfigofjsja. Dead. Dead as the animal.

Technically you're supposed to let the skin tan for 24 hours but I'm sure there's a spell that speeds up the process. As you're changing out the salt and all that, Felix is telling you about about the first time he ever taxidermied something. He wanted to show off so it was probably like,, a small bird or something? It didn't go well but look! He got the skull okay! That's what's on his necklace, that first attempt. Even if it didn't turn out great he's still very proud of it.

Once the skin has been tanned and misted and all that, he helps you pull it onto the form and stuff it. You're kinda just like 'man this is a lot more gruesome than it is at Build-a-Bear' and he's like 'YOU CAN MANUFACTURE YOUR OWN BEAR???' he's never taxidermied anything that big and it's an amazing idea to him and yours just like.... Babe no...... Stuffed bears..... 'yes exactly you stuff them that's how taxidermy works'

He's disappointed when he finds out it's just dolls

The room smells like death and chemicals but I fiercely believe Felix has some kind of magical candles or something to help with that.

Watch him while he works. He really is at peace, his hands moving expertly from task to task. His hair keeps getting in his face so he asks you to tie it up for him.

I think Rime would have been pretty neutral to taxidermy, so Felix probably didn't talk about it with him all that much. You can tell how excited he is to have the chance now.

He,, he gets so excited that he starts slipping between Common and Velan,,,,,, he's explaining how to Mount and Pose and Whatever and you're just nodding along with no idea what's happening but Oh His Voice Sounds Pretty

Talks about how one time Sage was being a dick so Felix put a taxidermied snake in his bed and for the next week Sage slept in everyone else's rooms. Ended up with Anisa having to take away all Felix's taxidermy stuff until he promised to not do it again

Once your specimen has been mounted and settled, Felix displays it on his bookshelf. Says that you have a real knack for it.

#fictif last legacy #last legacy #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #fictif felix #last legacy felix #taxidermy #anon asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

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thatfreakything · 2 years

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Dark Sorcerers Don’t Laugh

(So I’m exhausted and I’ve been going through some ~family issues~ but I live and here’s a fic that I finished a couple of weeks ago. I’m still not doing too hot, so I don’t know if I’ll post anything else for a while, but I’m technically okay and I’ll probably still write on and off for the next few weeks. On a lighter note, I actually really enjoyed writing this one, so I hope you all like it!)

Warning: This is a tickle fic, and I run a SFW tickle-themed blog. NSFW are more than welcome to read, but please do not reblog if you are primarily kink themed blog. Thank you for respecting my boundaries.

Fandom: Cookie Run: Ovenbreak (can apply to Kingdom as well)

Ship: Pre-romantic(?) Licorice x Herb

Characters: Lee!Licorice, Ler!Herb

Words: 3106

Potential Warnings: I see Dark Enchantress as a pos but she’s only talked about, not physically there; mentions of kidnapping (but once again, no action)

"Stupid Dark Enchantress, sending me on this dumb tracking mission…"

Licorice was not having a good day. His normally-respectable boss, Dark Enchantress, had called for him earlier that day. She said she had an "important mission" for him -- but he felt that any old subordinate could have pulled this off. He was meant to track down someone named Gingerbrave, as he had been in contact with some hero-types lately and could have some valuable information. A simple fetch quest -- how insulting. Licorice couldn't believe it! He'd shown so much dedication to the Enchantress, hoping that she would throw him a bone and treat him like a proper employee, and he'd put so much effort into even the smallest of assignments (though he often screwed up). But apparently, he just wasn't good enough.

Well, fine then. He didn't need her anyway! It's not like she would even notice if he quit.

But...for as much as he didn't want to say it, he did need Enchantress. She'd given him purpose, for as twisted as it was, and he needed to help her see all of her plans to fruition. That was the deal, and if he didn't complete his own duty, then he'd be regarded as a coward. He was at an impasse.

He thought for a moment as he walked, trudging his feet in the dirt. His adversary, Pomegranate, had received a much better quest than him -- she was going to spend the next week designing weapons and writing spells to make Enchantress' forces even stronger. Just thinking about it made Licorice green with envy. He could do impressive things, too! He just had to prove himself, and with the slim opportunities he was getting, he'd have to go above and beyond.

What if, instead of simply interrogating this Gingerbrave guy, he kidnapped him instead? Then he'd bring him back to Enchantress, and she would not only be proud of Licorice's accomplishment, but she'd also have a potential new underling. If anything, that would put Licorice above someone else, and he'd get closer to being Enchantress' favorite! The sorcerer snickered deviously -- all part of his master plan. That'd show all of them! He felt powerful just thinking about it.

That is, until he tripped and tumbled into someone's garden.

"Agh! What the--?!" Licorice growled with annoyance, muttering curses to himself while trying to stand. Unfortunately, whatever kind of plants these were had long and thick vines, and the more he struggled, the more tangled he became. "What kind of maniac grows something so frustrating?!"

"Oh, my goodness, are you alright?" a sweet voice called out. Licorice flinched and looked up, making eye contact with a young and adorable gardener.

He was very sweet-looking -- that was the first thing that Licorice noticed. His hair was soft and a light green color, and he had a tan skin tone. His clothes were simplistic and modest, and he was slightly covered in dirt. He looked concerned, and Licorice realized that he must have stumbled into this person's garden in particular. "So this one is responsible for these stupid vines," Licorice thought.

"Yeah, I'm...fine." His response wasn't convincing in the slightest, but what else was he supposed to say? "I just...fell and got stuck, I guess. Stupid things..."

"Do you want some help?" the gardener asked, holding his hand out kindly. Licorice sneered.

"I'm fine," the sorcerer repeated, struggling but remaining tangled. "I can handle it. But while you're here, do you know anything about a guy named Gingerbrave?"

The plant lover did not respond right away. He stared at Licorice, clearly studying him and trying to figure out his motive. Licorice glared back -- he knew this soft boy probably wasn't going to tell him anything, but it was worth a shot. What could go wrong?

"I...don't know much about who you speak of," the gardener answered finally, "but I might be able to point you in the right direction. Just let me help you get free, first."

Licorice rolled his eyes impatiently. "Fine. Make it quick, alright?"

The kind man nodded and knelt down, working to gently untangle the vines. "My name's Herb, by the way. What's yours?"

"None of your business," the sorcerer grumbled rudely, tapping his foot and letting Herb do what he needed to. This wasn't a horrible setback, but it was still a waste of time, and this made Licorice angry. The sooner he got out of this jungle that could barely be called a garden, the better. He had an evil plan to put into motion, and being slowed down wasn't helping him at all.

"Ah, hold on, there's a really big knot right here...might take a little while," Herb pointed out.

Licorice groaned. "Why don't you just get some shears and-- AAH!" The spellcaster jerked in surprise at the very sudden feeling of fingers on his rib cage. They weaved underneath the vines and wiggled around, making him clear his throat and look away. "L-look, just hurry up!"

"Of course. I'm going as fast as I can without hurting you or my plants," Herb explained, continuing to prod around Licorice's torso and make him twitch with suppressed mirth and embarrassment.

There was no "big knot," really. Just one small vine curled around Licorice's torso. It could be undone easily, if Herb found the end of it. But, of course, Licorice didn't need to know that. He was clearly up to no good, with the way he'd been muttering and sneaking around before tripping into Herb's precious garden, and then he'd asked about Gingerbrave. Herb was a generally trusting person, but he wasn't stupid, and he'd never sell out one of his friends. So for now, he'd distract this mysterious stranger, and then he'd send him on his way.

Apparently, though, his "untangling" method was yielding some interesting results.

Licorice was trying to cover up his reactions, and he was failing miserably. He wasn't laughing (yet), but he was still flinching at every little poke that Herb gave to his torso. He bit his lower lip in an effort to hide a growing smile.

"Are you okay there?" Herb asked after a few moments. His voice was kind, but with a slight air of amusement to it -- it made Licorice's ears go red.

"I-I'm fine!" the sorcerer snapped, though it sounded more like a squawk in execution. He tugged at the vines on his wrist -- Herb hadn't undone them yet, and he was still stuck.

"You've been saying that a lot, and I'm starting to think it's not true," Herb hummed, deciding to use Licorice's nerves to his advantage. The gardener started by poking more strategically, testing the waters -- he first counted a few ribs, and then he went in between them for good measure. Then he walked his fingers up and down Licorice's side. The smothered giggles were absolutely worth it.

"Y-yohou're doing that on puhurpose!" Licorice whined, trying to seem annoyed. Herb simply chuckled at him.

"I don't really know what you're talking about -- of course I'm purposefully trying to untangle these vines." Feeling a little more playful, Herb gave a few soft pokes to Licorice's underarms (this earned a not-so-quiet squeak), and then he went a bit rougher by tweaking Licorice's lowest rib.

"GAHA--" Half of a cackle escaped the sorcerer before he clamped his mouth shut out of embarrassment. Herb smiled at him sweetly.

"What's so funny?"

"N-nothing!" Licorice blurted, looking away from the gardener and wishing that he could hide the smile that he was failing to force down. He had to make it through this -- he was not going to be humiliated by some simple, random man that he had stumbled across on this stupid mission.

"Nothing?" Herb confirmed with a soft chuckle. "But you laughed."

"I did not," Licorice responded indignantly, having a sort of 'how dare you' tone. "I'm a sorcerer, and a powerful one too. Dark sorcerers don't laugh."

"Oh, really?~"

At the sudden mischievous tone, Licorice went bright red and gulped. He'd made a challenge, he realized, and that would likely be the death of him. He didn't get another chance to protest before Herb started kneading at his stomach, making him break out into surprised guffaws.

"BAHAHA, WAHAHAHAIHIHIT! NAHAHAHA!"

Herb smirked slightly, still kneading gently as well as he could through Licorice's cloak. It didn't really seem to protect the sorcerer much, though -- he was already cackling, and Herb couldn't tell if it was from the tickling itself or the built-up tension.

"GEHEHET OHOFF OF MEHEHE!" Licorice protested, kicking his legs and reaching to try and pull his hood over his face. Why, of all things, did it have to be this?! It didn't hurt him, physically or mentally, but it was embarrassing -- his laugh was loud and he hated it, and he was more ticklish than he'd ever care to admit. He couldn't tell what was worse -- the idea of any of his coworkers finding out about this, or having this weakness exploited by a random cute guy.

"But why should I? I'm helping," Herb teased. The growl that Licorice tried to respond with lost its thunder as it was swallowed up in his laughter. He started to object and declare that he was not, in fact, helping -- but then he noticed that the gardener had started kneading with only one hand, and he was moving the vines around Licorice's legs. Of course. The sorcerer pouted a bit, trying to regain his composure and squirming away from Herb's ticklish touch.

After a little while, the kneading stopped, allowing Licorice to catch his breath. He whispered a few not-so-subtle curse words, and he eyed Herb carefully as the other worked around his calves and thighs.

"Are you doing okay there?" Herb asked, looking up and meeting Licorice's gaze. His expression was genuine, and the sorcerer could only respond by averting his gaze with a flustered grumble. Herb chuckled a little. "Alright, good."

The gardener began working to unwind a rather thick vine, which was curled around Licorice's thighs and knotted with other vines in some places. This one was going to take a while. Herb sighed and started by untangling the knots -- they were all tight and close to Licorice's legs, so they were hard to work with.

But as he worked, his fingers brushing against Licorice's legs, the sorcerer flinched at each little touch. He glared at Herb, but this proved to be a bluff as his shy smile began to creep its way back onto his face. "Cahan you go any faster?!" Licorice snapped in an effort to hide his rising giggles.

Herb didn't seem to be threatened, and he instead raised an eyebrow at Licorice with a teasing smile. "Don't tell me you're ticklish here, too."

The sorcerer's face had to be completely red at this point. "I'm n-nohot!" he huffed, jerking his legs away. His heart skipped a beat when Herb grabbed them back and clawed gently at the tops of his thighs. "W-wahahahait! Thahat's nohot fahahahair!"

Herb giggled a little to himself, clearly enjoying this. He continued to work at the knots, but he would periodically pause to scribble at Licorice's sensitive legs, keeping the poor sorcerer in stitches. Though his laugh was much less loud here, his thighs were a worse spot than his stomach (and he was grateful for Herb remaining gentle this time). And even though it was quieter, his laugh was still humiliating. Thankfully, Dark Enchantress and Pomegranate had never seen him like this -- he didn’t know what he’d do if that happened.

"You're adorable," Herb murmured, not realizing he'd said it out loud. Licorice just about died, sputtering and staring at Herb indignantly. ADORABLE?! He was not adorable! How dare this random gardener call him that?!

"E-excuse you?!" he retorted. "I am not adorahahaAHAHA WAHAHIT WAHAIT NOHOHO!" The sorcerer was cut off by sudden clawing at his ribs, another one of his bad spots. "YOHOHOUHU--!"

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Herb asked nonchalantly, unable to hide his smile as he went up and down Licorice’s rib cage. He wiggled his fingers in the spaces in between the ribs, making Licorice throw his head back with laughter, and then he began to count from the top ribs down to the bottom, one by one. It drove the sorcerer absolutely mad.

“CUHUHUT TH-THAHAT OHOHOUT!” he whined, trying not to lose himself in the mirth. He couldn’t stand this! A random cute boy, whose garden he had fallen into, was somewhat trying to help him, smiling at him sweetly, and tickling him to the point of tears. Was he dreaming? That was the only possible explanation for something that was so humiliating.

“Oh, I will! And I’ll get you free pretty soon, don’t worry,” Herb said reassuringly, patting Licorice’s head with one hand and thoroughly confusing him. “But I’m enjoying myself right now -- it’s not every day that I get an adorable stranger tangled in my plants -- and you seem to be enjoying this yourself, too!”

What?! Impossible. There was no way that Licorice was enjoying this! It was far too demeaning to be likeable in any way...wasn’t it? It wasn’t like Licorice was...leaning into the touch, or...wishing it would never end...

It wasn’t often that he got much affection anymore. He got along with a few of his coworkers, his fellow servants of Dark Enchantress, but the others made his life increasingly difficult. He and Pomegranate didn’t talk to each other if they didn’t have to, and both of them were fine with that arrangement. And as for Enchantress herself, she was very...authoritarian. Licorice was devoted to her, yes, but that didn’t make her any less annoying when she assigned him stupid missions like this or repremanded him for little things. But that was fine -- she was an evil overlord, and that was her job. He was fine with that. He could live like that.

Right?

His thoughts were rudely interrupted as Herb brought his hands down, squeezing at Licorice’s sides and then at his hips. This made the sorcerer squeal and buck before breaking into an endless string of giggling. “W-wahahait! N-nohohot th-theheheherehee! Heheherb!”

Herb melted at the adorable tittering, and he was absolutely enamored with Licorice’s giddy smile and rose-colored blush. He continuously switched between squeezing and clawing for Licorice’s hips to keep the giggles coming, and his efforts rewarded him with a few snorts. “You’re so cute!~” he cooed, smiling down at the sorcerer (who whined at him in response).

“Nahahahat cuhuhute! Nohohoho! Ehehehehe!” Licorice forgot about struggling and began to worry only about hiding his face -- he was so embarrassed that he thought his heart was going to explode. Herb had discovered all three of his worst spots (right after the other, no less), and he was still tangled in those dumb vines that were keeping him there. He didn’t know what to do, and he’d given up fighting back his laughter, so he decided to just sit there and take it. It wasn’t like he minded much, anyhow.

“Well, I think you are!” Herb argued back with a smile, slowing to a stop. Licorice was starting to hiccup, and Herb didn’t want to go past his limit. Once he stopped, he let the sorcerer catch his breath and went back to working at the vines. There wasn’t much left -- just the ones around his arms now.

It didn’t take long for Herb to finally untangle the last few vines, and he slipped them off with ease. Licorice was still catching his breath with a few stray giggles escaping now and then, so the gardener ran off quickly to fetch a bottle of water. When he returned, Licorice was a bit more stable, and he took the bottle gratefully. He drank quite a bit before stopping and looking up at Herb.

“W-what...the hell...was that for?” he managed to ask. Herb smiled at him and patted his head again.

“Well, like I said, I don’t get many cute strangers around here anymore,” the gardener explained, earning a quiet embarrassed groan. “But also, I saw the way you were sulking earlier, all angry and mumbly. They say laughter’s the best medicine, so I thought I’d try to cheer you up while untangling you!”

Licorice was quiet for a few moments. Cheer him up? Why? Perhaps it was better not to ask and just accept it. He tugged his hood lower in one final effort to hide his shyness.

“T-thanks, or...whatever. Now can you give me some directions?” he asked impatiently. He wanted to complete his mission quickly.

“Oh, of course!” Herb stood up, helped Licorice to his feet, and then pointed off in the distance (which was the completely wrong direction, but once again, Licorice didn’t need to know that). “You’re gonna want to go that way, as far as you can reach. I’m not sure if the guy I’m thinking of is who you’re looking for, but that’s what I remember.”

The sorcerer rolled his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be on my way then.” He started to leave, then paused. “Maybe I’ll...see you again on my way back.”

Herb chuckled a bit. “Let’s hope you don’t get tangled up in my garden again if you come back. Safe travels!” He waved as Licorice began to leave, content, but also hoping that his friends would be safe.

Licorice walked onwards. He was still jittery from the encounter, and he was watching his footing a lot more closely now, but he was...oddly calmer. He was in less of a ranting mood, and he was much less tense than he had been earlier in the day. Maybe the encounter was a good thing for him -- but of course, he’d never admit that to anyone. He tried to get his head back in mission-mode, but it was hard when all he could think about was Herb’s teasing and that stupid, sweet smile of his. What gave him the right to be so cute, anyhow?!

The sorcerer sighed and continued to think on the matter. He likely wouldn’t be able to find this dumb Gingerbrave person, and even if he did, he’d likely fail in capturing him or getting any information -- he always failed, even when he tried his hardest. A crippling defeat would make Enchantress even more disappointed in him, and he already knew that he wouldn’t want to return to her for a couple of days. He’d need some way to relax, detense, unwind.

Maybe he would stumble into Herb’s garden again on his way back. On accident, of course. He wouldn’t mind.

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chifuyu matsuno x reader

; where takemitchy takes his friend out for his birthday and his present? you.

cw: light spoilers, fingering, riding, mentions of choking, no condom, overstimulation, he calls you princess/slut, unedited writing.

note: i'm finally reading the tokyo revengers manga and ngl, it was a total rollercoaster while reading it. also, chifuyu’s in his present time (the pic below 😫 *simp screams*)

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIFUYU!”

Takemitchy exclaimed, engulfing his old friend in a tight hug.

The ebony black haired male smiled, thanking him as he hugged back. It’s been a while since he last hang with him. Having their schedule busy with meetings and such, they couldn’t find the right time to catch up on things. Sure, they see each other everyday but spending the rest of the day with an old friend without worrying about work just hits different. At least that’s what Chifuyu thought.

“Shall we go have dinner then go see your present?” the blonde asked with a smile. Chifuyu nodded in response, shutting the car door behind him as Takemitchy speeds off into the horizon.

“Thanks for the dinner, man,” the birthday boy said, smiling at his friend in the drivers seat. “No problem! And now! It’s time for your present!” Takemitchy exclaimed. His voice filled with anticipation. He looks more excited than Chifuyu himself.

“Alrighty, we’re here!” he said, parking the car in front of a fancy looking complex. “Are we in Shibuya?” the black haired male asked, facing the building in awe. Takemitchy only nodded as he skipped into the building, making Chifuyu ran up to catch him.

The elevator stopped at level 4. As the two adults stepped out from the lift, Chifuyu’s jaw nearly dropped at what he saw. Right outside the elevator was a counter, handled by a middle-aged man, who was occupied with a women- who was dressed in a very thin silk dress. The male's eyes wondered around the boards beside the counter. They were filled with pictures of- lewd photos. Chifuyu cocked an eyebrow at this. What even-

"Looks like this place hasn't change one bit," Takemitchy said with hands on his hips, a proud and nostalgic look displayed in his eyes. “Oh, Takemitchy, right? Here for your reservation?” the man behind the counter asked. Blondie nodded furiously. Why is he so excited? Chifuyu raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Actually, I’m just here because I made the reservation, the one who’ll be doing the job is Chifuyu,” Takemitchy said proudly, pushing his friend towards the counter.

Chifuyu swallowed hard. Is this place what he thinks it is? "Alright, sign here and please proceed to the waiting room," the man said, handing a form to Takemitchy. Chifuyu tugged his shirt and pulled his friend aside. "Oi, what're- what am I suppose to do?" he asked, sounding nervous. "You're a 26 year old virgin, I'm helping you out!" Takemitchy explained while signing the form and handing it back to man behind the counter. Chifuyu mentally face palmed himself. This was definitely not how he imagined getting his virginity loss. Especially not with some random girl at a brothel.

"Wait! This is not how I-,"

"You may now go to the waiting hall, gentlemen," the man said, pointing to a room not far from the lift. Takemitchy thanked him and head towards the room without wasting any minute. Chifuyu walked after him, deadpanned at his friend's excited behaviour. "Look, I appreciate the effort but-" "Chifuyu, meet my friend, y/n!" the blonde said, holding hands with a girl in front of him.

The black haired man stared down at the girl. She was gorgeous. Is he lying? Of course not. His eyes trailed down to your body, scanning every inch of your curves. You laughed as he snapped back into reality. "Can't wait to do the dirty, are we?" You teased, pulling him towards you by his tie. Chifuyu's cheeks heated up as you brought your face close to his. “Aww, Takemitchy, you didn’t tell me he was a shy one,” you exclaimed, turning your head to face your blonde friend. “Eh? Chifuyu? Shy? Please, he’s one of Toman’s Top Admin, why would he be shy now?” Takemitchy laughed, making the said boy’s cheeks even hotter. You faced the man in front of you again. Now it was your turn to blush. The faint smell of his cologne filled your nostrils. His skin was fairly smooth. His eyes, oh how you got lost staring into his light blue orbs. Those orbs were just so mesmerizing that you didn’t notice that he was also actually staring into yours. Takemitchy gave off a small chuckle, making both of you snap back into reality.

“Sorry about that,” you said slowly, eyes glued to the floor, not wanting to let this Chifuyu guy to see your red tinted cheeks. Funny how this was actually your first time experiencing a quickened heartbeat for a customer. You slowly jerked your head up to look at the male. Chifuyu took a quick glance at you, making your eyes meet again once more. He rubbed the back of his neck, not sure of what to say. “Ay yow! I’m not here to just sit and see y’all being all gushy and wasting my money,” Takemitchy complained in a jokingly way. You shot your head up as if you had escaped from a trance. “Alright, Chifuyu! Let’s get going, shall we?” your playful smirk crawling back to your lips, grabbing both of his hands and lead him to another room, leaving Takemitchy alone with his earbuds plugged in.

Chifuyu scrubbed his body under the hot steaming water. One second she was like a teenage girl staring at her very new boyfriend then suddenly she became a playful flirt again, he sighed in thought. He was sure that he could here her heart beating rapidly as if it was about to burst out from her chest.

And yet, here he was, taking a shower before losing his 25 years of being a virgin to a girl he doesn’t even know, let alone have met before. Sounds kinda messed up to be honest, he chuckled at his joke. After slipping on his undergarments and a robe, he exited the bathroom while wiping his damped hair. “Look, I know you’re only doing your job but-” he got cut off, eyes widened at your figure who was slowly taking off your dress, revealing a see through lingerie. Being the kind (and nervous as fuck) gentleman, he immediately looked away, blood rushing to his cheeks and a slight pain growing in his boxers.

You walked up to him and slowly pushed him onto the bed with a light touch of your finger. Chifuyu’s breath hitched as you placed your legs at his sides. You dragged a finger along his jaw to his chin, tilting it upwards, making his eyes stare into yours. The both of you stayed there in silence, listening to each others quicken heartbeats. Your cheeks were tinted red, it was noticeable to Chifuyu. His eyes flickered to your lips then to your eyes. You gulped nervously. On the inside, you were practically cursing to yourself, telling you to get a grip and just treat him like your usual customers. You closed your eyes, wishing that this was just a dream or hoping that the man in front of you isn’t that Chifuyu guy but another customer.

Your eyes fluttered open, only to find that he was leaning into your touch. Fuck it, you thought as you slammed your lips into his. Surprisingly, he too, kissed you back. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to your body. Chifuyu placed his hands on your waist and soon, his hands grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. The kiss then became sloppy as he bit the bottom of your lip gently, gaining access to explore your mouth.

You finally let go in desperate need of air. Chest huffing up and down whilst your sweaty forehead leaned against his. Your cheeks were definitely red now and same as his. "It's okay if you don't want to do it," you said nervously, looking down at- shit. Your eyes widened at the tent in his undergarment. All that kissing made him hard? Your cheeks flushed even more now. Chifuyu noticed this and looked down. Shit, shit, shit, shit, he cursed to himself. "Uhm," he laughed in a nervous and unsure tone. For the first time in your life, you're being this flustered and nervous. There was definitely something wrong with this guy, you concluded as you looked at Chifuyu who was fumbling with the ropes of his robe.

"Uh, I'll take care of this myself," he said, pushing you off his lap. You quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "I know you don't want your first time to be with a, um, a p-prostitute like me, but let me help you with that, plus you don't wanna let Takemitchy's money go to waste, don't you?" you explained. You avoid looking at him, cheeks still tinted red with embarrassment. With a light tug from your hand, Chifuyu went back to the bed.

"F-fuck, that's it," the male sighed, hands gripped onto your sides as you rode him. Screams can be heard from you as you slammed yourself onto his cock. It was tiring, really. Getting your pelvis to hit his everytime was a pain. "Fuyu, I can't," you gasped as his tip hit your cervix. "Now now, princess, you were the one who was all over me in the first place," he said, pulling you by the neck, slightly choking you whislt making your foreheads touch. You flinched at his sudden demeanor. Where did the shy and nervous Chifuyu go?

You can't do it anymore. You toppled on top of him, gasping for air. Chifuyu found this amusing. "Is my wittle princess tired?" he asked in a playful tone while stroking your hair lovingly. You nodded in response, too exhausted from riding and cumming for the third time. You feel like you were about to pass out when he suddenly flipped you over. "Ass up, face down for me, princess," he whispered. You wouldn't be lying if you say his tone of voice turned you on.

You obeyed his words. Chifuyu groped at your ass, feeling the soft flesh against his warm skin. You squirmed under his touch, wanting him to desperately put his dick back inside of you. "Chifuyu, please, ah!" You yelped at the sudden contact. He inserted a finger into your wet entrance, pumping them slowly. Enjoying the pleasure his finger's giving, you didn't realize that your hips started to rock against his hand, following the pace of his digit.

"Stay still, you slut," he snapped as he slapped your ass making you moaned in both pain and pleasure. Chifuyu's free hand grabbed your hip to lock you in place. He stopped penetrating your cunt with his finger and pumped his cock, which was already leaking with precum. You winced at the pain as he inserted his cock inside you. The blacked haired male didn't move, he let you readjust to his size and once he got the signal, he slammed his his against your ass, making you screamed.

Tears slowly streaming down your eyes as your knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets too hard. Takemitchy said this will be his first time but the way he thrusts-

"Why are are you crying? Don't you like this?" He sounded sadistic and that nearly made you cum on the spot. "Chifuyu, I'm about to cu-," he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making your back hit his chest. "Hold it, hold it in for me, princess," he whispered into your ear. His voice, oh my god, his voice literally nearly made you burst. But you did hold it in for him. At this point, you’d do anything for him.

His thrusts never slowed down. His hand gripping at your waist guided your body, matching his thrusting rhythm. "Chifuyu, please, I can't hold it anymore," you panted. He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly. Tongue swirling, fighting for dominance. His lips trailed down to your jaw then to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving dark purple blue marks. His thrusts began to slow down, signaling that he was close too. “Shit, come for me, princess,” he whispered into you ear and this time you finally came whilst feeling his cum dripping down your thighs.

Chifuyu sat up from the bed. He smiled softly at the girl sleeping peacefully beside him. He checked his phone and saw a message from Takemitchy.

Seems like you’re enjoying yourself, Chifuyu! I’ll be going home now. Hope you like the present!

- Takemitchy

The ebony black haired male smiled at his friend’s message. He turned to face the girl again. She stirred in her sleep, her feet lightly kicking his waist. He chuckled at her sleepy behavior. Their first encounter was weird enough for him. It was as if they were teens again. Staring and getting lost in each others eyes. He smiled at remembering the incident where she stared at him as if he was the first man she had ever seen in her entire life.

“Hey, you’re up early,” the girl said, rubbing her eyes. She crawled towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning against his bare back. “Are you really this clingy after doing your job?” Chifuyu laughed at her pouting face. Heat rises to her cheeks once more as she let go of him. “No, it’s just that, you’re warm that’s all,” she crossed her arms in denial. She looked at the man beside her. He was laughing with his toothy grin shining against the rising sun. The girl’s face blushed at how gorgeous he looks. Chifuyu noticed her tinted cheeks. He kissed her a good morning kiss, taking her by surprise.

“This sounds weird and sudden but wanna be more than just my present?”

note: okay! so that was longer than i expected but this does show how much of a simp i am for this guy lol. anyways, hope you enjoyed the story! <3

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