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#...and (at least for me) i feel like i'm almost invited in a circle of people gossiping

beepboopkek · 3 months

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— Practice makes perfect (F!Reader)

Including: Dr.Ratio x AFAB!Reader amab version has been posted! cw: !! NSFW !!, afab!reader, established relationship, pwp but barely, you call him veritas, cl1t slapp1ng, 0rga$m d3n1al, c0ckwarm1ng, dr is kinda mean, light degradation , kind of left at a cliffhanger?? idk, a little short, reader is doing math w/c: 1.2k a/n: HELLO IM BACK WITH ANOTHER DRABBLE first time writing for someone other than Jing Yuan so sorry if its not that good ue ue ue im still learning </3 anywyas i somehow got to a 100 followers which is both exciting and concerning but yeag hope u guys like this :3 <3 NSFW BELOW THE CUT

“This simply won't do.”

Your boyfriend huffed in annoyance as your shaking hands continued to—(or well, at least tried to)— do the calculations for the question that shined brightly on the tablet resting on the table.

You couldn't decide whether to be mad at him or yourself for the predicament you were in currently.

— Sat prettily on his lap, your feet barely touching the ground and his cock snugly kept to the hilt within the confines of your pussy.

You exhaled shakily, your body shuddering as his fingers that were previously stimulating your clit were now simply resting atop it.

“Another mistake. How disappointing, I excused the last one but, you really are testing my limits now.”

His head was over your shoulder as he tutted and eyed the screen, watching every move you made and deducing what was correct and what was not.

“Maybe, if you'd let me focus I could—”

– and suddenly, he raised his hand and landed a quick slap right on your clit.

Your body jerked in response as your words got cut off with a gasp.

The doctor's hand came back to rest on your clit, tapping it gently to soothe the pain from the slap. His other hand that was wrapped around your waist gripped you tightly as he leaned forward, pushing his cock at a deeper angle.

“If I hear another one of your remarks, things won't end well for you. Now, focus.”

You exhaled loudly in frustration as you forced your attention back onto the question, lifting the pen and continuing your calculations.

The both of you had been together for several years now, graduating from The University of Veritas Prime together— Your intellect was almost on par with his.

However, what you were doing now, though, was quite… questionable.

See, unlike him, you preferred the simpler life of teaching at a university. Getting into a guild or something of that sort had never really interested you. But, your boyfriend being… Well, The Veritas Ratio— he had his ways of convincing you to at least work on your mathematical skills to improve further the chances of you getting invited to the Intelligentsia Guild from the IPC.

So, he offered a simple solution.

Tutoring. One-on-one, of course.

… Which snapped you back to the current situation- you were dripping onto the chair on which the two of you were seated. The hard planes of his torso snug against your back.

“Another mistake.” His voice was low in your ear and you could almost feel the annoyance dripping from those words alone.

Fuck. You hadn't even registered what you were writing, your brain growing increasingly fuzzy with the way his cock pressed into all your sensitive spots.

He placed another slap on your clit, your body jerking in response as your pussy clenched around his cock.

“Start counting, Let's see how long you can keep up, hm?”

“V—Veritas, do I really have to do t—”

Your body jerked as he landed another slap to your already tender clit.

“Address me properly.”

“Fuck— I'm sorry–”

You swallowed down your complaints, knowing it would result in only more punishment if you continued.

“That— that was three.”

Veritas smiled against your shoulder before pressing your hips into his and moving you just a little bit… but nowhere near enough. He kissed the shell of your heated ear,

“That's my girl, I knew you could do it.”

You moaned lightly as he drew circles on your frayed clit before giving it a gentle pinch and then taking away the stimulation altogether— Your heated body simmering down into a somewhat uncomfortable yet pleasurable state.

“Come on now, let's continue. You still have the whole test left.”

You nodded shakily as you lifted the long-forgotten pen and started writing on the tablet.

This was the fourteenth question, sixteen more to go.

You managed to distract yourself enough to finish the question, The only sounds in the room were the quick taps from your pen and the occasional embarrassingly loud squelching noise from you that came as a result of Veritas moving to get more comfortable. As you finished, you waited with bated breath in hopes that he would say something.

“Is it—is it correct?”

Your boyfriend smiled before uttering a yes and leaning his head forward to kiss your cheek gently.

“Not bad… five points. So, you can be good for me, hm?”

Before you could respond, he spoke up again, “Complete the fifteenth question correctly and I'll consider letting you have an orgasm. How does that sound?”

“Please—”

A small pinch to your clit.

“It was a rhetorical question. Continue.”

You nodded numbly as you willed every fiber in your brain to focus on the question.

Just as you were about to finish the last bit of the question you felt your boyfriend slowly beginning to massage your clit again, his lips attaching to your shoulder and neck— biting, kissing and licking as he pleased.

“Veritas— Aeons– Let me finish this, please.”

You realised your mistake a second too late, though.

Another slap, accompanied by a loud gasp escaped your mouth as you dropped the pen onto the table, your feet flexing as you processed the sudden mix of sensations that went through you.

“Count.”

Yep, you've just about crossed his limit.

“Four.”

You steadied your breathing again.

A few beats of silence pass by and you finally finish the fifteenth question. Your breathing picked up again as you awaited Veritas’ next move.

“Half an hour. That's how long you took to finish fifteen simple arithmetic questions.”

He did not sound happy.

Before you could defend yourself, He grabbed you by the waist and stood up, setting your upper body on the table as the digital tablet dissipated.

Your feet were off the ground at this angle, meaning that his strength was the only thing keeping you steady on the table.

Veritas pushed himself deeper inside you as you arched your back, draping his larger frame over yours as he leaned down to talk right next to your ear.

“What would people think, hm? An esteemed professor with seven doctoral degrees reduced to a slobbering mess because of me?”

You only whined in response, your brain had long turned into mush— unable to comprehend anything but him.

Neither you nor Veritas knew how you held on that long.

“Please— Sir– I did what you asked me to do.”

“I asked you to do 30 questions within half an hour. You managed only half of that.”

His voice was neither stern nor soft— just somewhere in between that you could only describe as– Veritas.

“I suppose, though, I did promise you that I'd consider granting you relief.”

Your face lit up at the thought of finally, finally getting your orgasm— The one that you had been denied for the past thirty minutes.

“Oh, such an adorable expression,”

He gathered both your hands and pinned them on your lower back, gripping them with one of his own. Veritas drew his hips back and thrust back in, moving you and the table ahead.

You moaned at the burst of pleasure, finally— “Tell me the answer to number sixteen.” Shallow thrusts that were just shy of where you were most sensitive. Asshole.You took deep breaths. “I don’t— fuck- know the question—” The digital tablet reappeared in front of you, the question glaring back at you as you whined pathetically. You felt the hand on your hip moving down to squeeze the swell of your ass. It was a warning.

Veritas planted his free hand into your hair and tugs, pulling your head back in a firm grip. “Answer me.”… Maybe accepting his offer wasn’t a good idea.

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braxlrose · 11 months

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BILL IS SOO FINE IM SCREAMING

YALL THE MODERN BILL FIC IS HERE!!! IM SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT :)

MODERN BILL MODERN BILL MODERN BILLLLLLLL

tw: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lmao), swearing, hair pulling?? oral (f!r! receiving), idrk what else

englisch isn't my first language so I hope this isn't bad, Idk if i messed up any words

"Ich hab dich so sehr vermisst.."

It was 10 PM at night and you had been invited to a wedding by some friends. It was so beautiful and elegant. There was a big dance floor, flowers everywhere and little white lights hung along the walls. The wedding ceremony itself was now over but you stayed to dance and indulge in some of the food. Everything was going amazing until you saw him. Bill.

You haven't seen him since 2011. He looked so amazing. His hair was now blonde and more wavy than it used to be and he had more facial hair. Him and Tom were both there together, but Bill didn't seem to be with anybody. Which made relief flush over you. It probably shouldn't have, considering you two broke up 3 years ago. You didn't realize how much you missed him until you saw his beautiful face.

He was over at the bar sipping a martini while Tom was off with his date. He had on a plain white button up and some black pants. His sleeves were rolled up slightly so you could see the tattoos on his hand and arms much better. You honestly looked like a stalker. You had been staring at him for at least 10 minutes now. I mean, what were you even supposed to do. Just go up to him and say hi? Yeah, that's actually exactly what you are supposed to do. Which leads to where you two are now.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were on your waist. He was quite a bit taller than you, so your head was resting against his chest. The two of you were slow dancing to some song the band was playing. It was so relaxing and peaceful. He was so warm and you felt like you could feel every inch of him as his hands laid softly on your hips. He smelled of cedar and tea tree oil. Probably a new deodorant he got. But this was the greatest feeling in the world.

Or so you thought.

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"This is really nice.." You said to him, trying to breathe in his scent without him noticing.

"Yeah..it is. I've missed you. A lot." He said to you, rubbing his fingers in circles on your waist. What he said made you smile, big. He missed you too. Just as much as you missed him.

"I'm really sorry how everything went down when we broke up..I didn't mean for it to end-"

"Don't worry about it," He lifted your head off of his chest by holding your chin and looked down at you smiling, "I forgive you. You're one of my best friends. I could never stay mad at you forever." Tears pricked in your eyes and your bottom lip poked out a bit at his words. He was always so sweet with you..so..so..sweet.

"Oh fuck!" You rushed into the closest closet you could find and tried to compose yourself after you almost ripped your dress. Bill said he'd meet you here in just a minute. You took off your shoes and threw them in the corner and began to pull down your tights, when someone opened the door. You looked over at the opening like a deer in the headlights. Bill came walking in, chuckling a bit at your demeanor and shut the door, before pushing you against the wall of the closet.

Your lips smashed together. His lips were so soft and tasted like vodka. I guess that's the martini he had. Your thighs were rubbing together like crazy, trying to get some kind of friction when Bill tugged up your dress.

"You're so eager, baby..you want my fingers, hmm?" He teased you, rubbing two of his fingers against your pussy, collecting the wet slick down there.

"I'm the eager one? Remind me which one of us pushed me against a wa- Oh~ my....Bill..." His lips were now all over your clit, licking and sucking. You tried to hold onto a wall as Bill slipped two fingers inside of you. It felt like magic. He was so good. So good at making you feel good. He was so perfect and amazing and his tongue was sooo warm.

A couple tears fell down your cheek as he sucked harsher on your clit and finger fucked you.

"Bill..Oh my god....please.." Your eyes were practically screwed shut and your pussy kept clenching around his fingers. He looked up at you with his eyes, still licking your clit as fast as he could.

"Please what?" He muffled out. Your teeth were clenched and you began to feel a tightening in your stomach. You grabbed his head and pulled it away from your heated pussy.

"I want to cum on your dick." God, you were so filthy. You had streaks of makeup on your face from the tears and sweat was already forming on your forehead.

"Say no more, schatz.." He stood up from his knees and unbuckled his pants to pull out his cock. It was veiny, and so hard. The tip was already leaking pre-cum. You wanted to get down in front of him and suck him off till he couldn't stand anymore but you needed his cock in you, now.

He grazed his hands through your hair and tightened his grip on it, the kisses he gave you were so sloppy. Drool was everywhere and your makeup and his just smeared more and more. He took his hand out of your hair and gripped both of your thighs. You wrapped them around his waist as he thrusted his cock into you causing you to roll your eyes back. Your mouth was agape as he pounded his dick into you slow and hard. It's hard to tell if he just liked it that way or he was trying to tease you. Either way it felt amazing.

His hands roamed your body and both of your guys' breathing became heavier. He pulled your boobs out of the front of your dress and began to pinch and tweak them. He was so fucking good to you. He was so good at fucking you. You had slept with other people after you too were long broken up but nobody was as good as him. Nobody could be as good. His movements, his touch, him. He was like your other half. He was the only one who could ever make you feel the way you do. Alive. At this moment, you couldn't even remember why you two broke up in the first place. All you knew, was that you want him and only him.

He slid two fingers in your mouth as his pace quickened. You sucked on them like your life depended on it and clenched around his dick. Your eyes began to cross as you got closer and closer. His arms were wrapped around your whole body now and his face was hidden in the crook of your neck.

He bit down on your neck as you both came together. Your breathing began to level again and your arms were still wrapped around his neck. You rested your head on his shoulder as you could feel yourself slipping into your tiredness.

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luvstarss · 15 days

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Family Dinner

ReaderxJJ

Warnings:None!Fluff :)

This one is a long one so buckle up!

"I'm really not sure about this" JJ says turning to me with a worried look on his face "Jay there gonna love you" I reassure him as I quickly take my eyes off the road and look over to see him biting his lips which is something he did when he was nervous. "I promise," I say as I use one hand to hold his."I don't know," he says nervously

"If u need to leave we can but we have to go in at least okay?" I say with a reassuring smile "Mhm" he mumbles in response.My parents were having a family dinner, so they invited JJ as they wanted to meet him, and he was nervous. really nervous.We pull up at my house in the Twinkie that John B had lent us for the night. "home sweet home" I say as we both jump out of the van and walk up to the front porch

"JJ relax it’s gonna be fine I promise baby"I say softly as I give him a soft kiss. he nods as I open the front door "Mom I'm here!" I shout as my little sister comes running up to me "Lia!" I shout as I pick her up and hug her tightly "Hi!" she squeals wrapping her arms around my shoulders and burying her face in my neck.

"Lia I want you to meet JJ"I say with a smile as she lifts her face up and looks at the boy next to me "Oooo" she says and starts making kissy noises. Me and JJ both let out a laugh as I put her down and she goes running off. "Dad!" I shout him into the living room as we go and sit down on my couch. I slowly grab JJ's hand as my dad walks into the living room. I feel him tense up "You must be JJ!" my dad says with a smile as JJ stands up and shakes my dad's hand "You hungry?" my dad asks as he sits on the couch opposite us.

"Yeah starving" jj says with an awkward laugh as he sits back down next to me. "Well good to meet u JJ I'm gonna go help in the kitchen," he says with a smile as he goes back into the kitchen "See it's fine," I say reassuringly as I rub circles on jj back "Yeah your dad seems nice" JJ replies with a smile. Before I can reply Lia comes running in with her crayons and paper "What you drawing Lee?" I ask "Me and JJ," She says bluntly "Oh you are now are you?" I say as I look at JJ with a smile and then back at her.

"Yep," she says as she starts scribbling on the paper with different colours. "I think she might like you," I say to JJ with a laugh "Just a bit," he says returning a toothy smile " I really appreciate you coming," I say softly "Of course," he says in the same soft tone as I give him a small kiss on the lips "Ew!" my sister shouts as she stands up with the paper in her hand and hands it to JJ

"Why thank you," he says as he looks on the paper to see a scribble of her and JJ with hearts around the page. Lia lets out a giggle and runs into the other room "Wow cam I think you have some competition" JJ jokes "Yeah yeah" I laugh My mom walks into the living room "Sorry about not coming in sooner!”Hi I’m her mom Melanie" she says as JJ stands up to greet her but my mom just pulls him into a hug. After a few seconds, they both pull away with a smile.

"Thank you for the invite by the way it means the world"JJ says as my mom sits down in the same spot my dad sat previously and JJ sat back down next to me. "It's my pleasure I've never seen Canm so happy," she says with a serious look "Mom stop ur embarrassing me" I reply as my face goes red.

"Well I think Lia likes me even more than your daughter does," jj says to my mom with a laugh as he passes her the drawing. My mom looks down at It and laughs "God she isn't half a hand full" my mom says shaking her head. "Dinners almost ready if u guys don't mind would u guys set the table?" my mom asks her eyes flickering between me and JJ "Yeah of course" he replies. I let out a groan as he pulls me off the couch and into the kitchen. We both start making the table as my sister sprints into the kitchen

"JJ JJ!" she shouts whilst pulling on JJ's arm "What's up Lee?" he asks softly as he neals down to talk to her. my heart immediately melts. "Can u come and help me draw please please pleaseeee" she begs whilst still pulling on his arm "Go on its fine ill finish setting the table"I say with a smile as he gets dragged back into the living room by Lia "Sooo" my mom begins "Sooo" I repeat with a grin "he's a cute one" my mom says returning the grin "yeahhhhh" I reply.

I finish setting the table and look into the living room. I see j sitting cross-legged on the floor helping my sister draw a picture.

At that moment I knew.

My mom comes up behind me and rests her chin on my shoulder "You love him don't you" she says "I think I do" I say softly "Hes a good one keep him close" my mom replies with a smile " Thats if Lia doesn't steal him from you" she adds with a giggle "mhm" I laugh "Alright well go get him and your sister dinners ready" she says giving me a kiss on the cheek as she goes back to putting food on the table. "I see you guys are having fun," I say walking over to them.

"Can close ur eyes!" my sister says "Quick cover them!" she adds as ij puts his hands over my eyes. "Hello to you guys too," I say confused. "Wait here!" my sister shouts as I hear her run off and come back. She gives JJ the okay to let me open my eyes "Well I don't know what u guys are plotting but dinners ready" I say as I help jj up and we walk into the kitchen "Smells amazing Melanie!" JJ says as we all sit down at the table

"Thankyou JJ but please call me mel" She laughs We all begin eating "So how did u and JJ meet?" my dad asks as he puts another mouthful of food in his mouth.

"Well you know how I work at the surf shop? well, jj is really good at surfing so he would buy supplies at the shop then you know we started hanging out" I say with an obvious smile painted on my face as I turn to him as I see the same grin on his face.

"Aww JJ do u work?" my mom asks "Not fully at the moment but I help Cam at the surf shop a lot and I fix cars here and there" he replies as he has a mouthful of his food. JJ places his hand on my thigh as my sister begins "JJ can we show Cam our drawing after dinner?" she says across the table "Yeah of course" he replies with a smile "You guys made me a drawing?" I ask

"Yep we did," jj says with a nod as he turns me witha grin "Your sister is quite the little artist" he adds "Mhm" Lia agrees with a proud nod. We finish off our food and we all go and sit in the living room. Obviously, JJ sits next to me and My mom and dad sit on the couch opposite us whilst my sister runs off and comes back with a piece of paper.

She looks at JJ for a second "Go on give it to her Lee" and with that Lia comes up to us and hands me the paper “why Thankyou”I say as I look down at it to see a picture of her me and jj all holding hands "awww I love it lee" I say in awe as I pick her up and hug her tightly.

After a moment she pulls away and just sits on my lap facing me "I wanna see the drawing!" my mom says as JJ hands her and my dad the paper. They both let out a laugh and give the paper back to JJ "Me and Lee make quite the team don't we" JJ smiles as he gives Lia a high five.

"Im starting to think you like Lia more than me," I say jokingly with a smile as I put her down "Well I meannnn" JJ jokes as I slap him on the shoulder lightly "You're a good man JJ your old man raised you right," my dad says. my heart drops. jj stiffens in his seat. I grab his hand and rub my thumb against it.JJ just smiles awkwardly and shuffles in his seat.

"Well me and JJ better get going we're meeting our friends later," I say with a smile at my parents as we both stand up. "Of course, it's been lovely meeting you JJ," My mom says hugging him once again "Good meeting you too," he says with a smile "You're a good lad JJ," my dad says shaking his hand "Bye JJ!" Lia shouts running up to him as he bends down and hugs her “Bye Lee!”JJ says to the little girl as he stands back up.

"Youll have to babysit her one day with JJ" my mother says to me with a grin "I think she might like that" I say with a laugh "Alright love you guys ill see you guys later," I say as I open the door and go to leave "Love u guys thank you for dinner!" JJ shouts with a smirk. We both laugh as I jump in the passenger seat and jj drives "Well they really like you," I say with a giggle. “

Im glad I was so nervous" he responds with an awkward laugh "I knew they'd love you," I say with a smile "Your sister certainly does," he says turning to me with a smile on his face. "You know I'd love to babysit ur sister sometime you know? like your mom said" JJ says climbing into bed as I join him putting my head on his bare chest as he plays with my hair "Id like that.My heart literally melted when I saw you helping her draw" I say looking up at him

"Really?" he says showing that mesmerising toothy smile "I love ur smile you know" I say out of the blue as I look at him in awe "you do?" he questions his face scrunching up"I really do" I say with a serious look on my face "well I happen to like your smile as well" he says pulling me up and kissing me.

I let out a giggle as I prop my chin on his chest and continue to look up at him "You know me and my mom were talking about you "I say "You were? Oh no what did I do wrong?" he says a worried look painted on his face "No, it's good I promise. I was watching you and Lia play and i realised" i pause for a minute

"i love you JJ" i say my breath heavy it's not like we weren't serious of anything but this is the first time i'd ever said i love you. "I love you too baby" JJ replies as he kisses my forehead.

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spellbookd · 6 months

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Little Mouse

Pairing: Azriel x f!Reader

Summary: azriel has a new toy to play with, and she is oh so much fun

Warnings: semi-public sex, stalking (??), dubcon (coercion), very slight dumbification, dacryphilia, azriel's a little weird (but like in a hot way)

Words: 4733

A/N: first fic on this blog and my first smut fic ever 🫣 kinda nervous. I really enjoyed writing this and I want to get into writing smut more often, if you have any suggestions, please let me know! I'm always up for constructive criticism.

NSFW below the cut, minors DNI

The winding corridors of the palace left you dizzy, lips set in a deep frown as you searched relentlessly for the entrance to the library. Your first day and you were already late…not that it was your fault, anyhow. Your escort for the day decided not to show up, so you were left wandering the halls of an unfamiliar palace that felt like it was triple the size of Velaris itself. What a mess.

Coming to an open landing, you frowned. There were two hallways on either side of you, and both looked entirely identical, with no signs or indicators telling you which way to go. “You’d think with a palace this big there’d be at least someone walking around.” You muttered, glancing down both hallways to see if anyone passing by could help you. Alas, it was utterly empty, leaving you standing in the middle of the landing, looking completely idiotic.

“I swear, whoever this Azriel guy is…” you groan, throwing yourself down the hallway on the left, opening the door at the end only to be met with another splitting corridor. “I’m going to kill him.”

At your words, you hear a rustle behind you, causing you to whip around quickly, eyes wide. No one was there, the corridor behind you was still empty. “Hello?” you call out, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. No one was here…and yet…a scent brushed past you, mist and cedar and something distinctly male. You frown again, walking further into the landing, searching for whoever may be hiding here. The feeling of being watched takes over you, gooseflesh rising over your skin, and before you can stop yourself, you’re calling out again, “I could really use the help, you know.”

There’s still no response, and tears start to prick at your eyes in frustration, a pout forming on your lips. You pull the invitation letter out of your pocket, reading over it again to ensure you aren’t missing any details. There were no instructions on how to reach the library, only a key to your dorm room and specific instructions to wait for a male named Azriel to escort you there. After twenty minutes of waiting in the foyer, you decided it would be better to look for the library yourself…obviously, you were incredibly wrong “This blows, I’m so late.”

You turn to head back the other way when a large male body comes into view, leather wings outstretched and a small, almost imperceptible smirk gracing his lips. You’re surprised at first, jumping at the sudden appearance of the male, but you sag in relief, hopeful he can show you where to go.

He says nothing, only watches you silently as you smile awkwardly, throwing your hand up in greeting. “Um, hello. I’m one of the new scholars invited to study by the High Lord and…I seem to have lost my way to the library.”

You wait for his response, but he stays silent, only stepping closer to you, observing you in a way that makes you shift on your feet. You tear your gaze away from him, swallowing thickly before adding, “Do you…um…do you happen to know the way? I’m already very late…so…”

Finally, he replies, voice dark and smooth, “Yes.” That’s all he says before he turns on his heel, circling back through the hallways you had just come through. You struggle to keep up, pace speeding up to match his long stride. He notices, a smirk curling at his lip, yet he does nothing to correct it. Irritation lights a fire in your veins, what the hell is wrong with this guy?

He looks down at you, and you rush to shift your gaze, taking interest in the art along the walls of the palace instead, hands wringing in nervous habit. As you’re walking, you get the distinct feeling that he’s watching you, despite his eyes being trained forward, locked on the journey to the library. You swallow thickly, teeth poking out to chew on your bottom lip when he breaks the silence, “Don’t be nervous, Little Mouse, you have nothing to fear.”

You tense at his voice, looking up at him with wide eyes. Little…mouse? “Uh…sorry.” You reply awkwardly, gaze shifting away from him again, speeding up your walk once more to try and get out of this situation. He stops you, blocking your path down the hallway. He’s painfully handsome, you think. It’s a shame that when he opens his mouth, his beautiful face can’t make up for it.

“There’s no need to apologize, Little Mouse,” you bristle at the name, and his smirk deepens as he turns around, pace faster than it was before. “I do find your nervousness to be quite amusing. I must admit, it’s been a while since I’ve been so entertained.”

Your legs strain to keep up with him, and a slight annoyance lifts your tone as you bite back, “Glad I could be of service.”

He chuckles at your reaction before coming to a stop in front of a large wooden door. His smirk widens as he pushes it open, gesturing with a hand for you to enter. You nod in thanks before stepping over the threshold, the awkward encounter forgotten entirely as you take in the sight of the library, floor-to-ceiling shelves stacked high with books, all of various age and binding. It’s difficult to hide your grin at the sight, immediately forgetting about the male and stepping up to the first shelf, fingertips brushing against the cool leather spines.

“Now, why would you be so excited about…a library.” You nearly jump out of your skin when the strange male is once again next to you, thinking he would have left after he escorted you to your location.

You don’t turn to him, still scanning the shelves for books in your area of study, “You’re kidding, right? All this knowledge, laid out right in front of you? How could you not be excited?”

He smiled softly now, suddenly more genuine than he had been this whole time, “You have a point…this library is home to much knowledge and secrets.” He pauses, smirk settling once again, “You’re right, Little Mouse. It is quite exciting.”

You turn to him fully now, eyes narrowing dangerously, “Why do you keep calling me that? I do have a name, you know!” You snap, though that only seems to spur him on, grin widening at your outburst.

“It suits you, don’t you think?” He chuckles softly, bending down so he’s at your level. You back away from him, attention returning to the shelves.

“You could at least give me your name, since you’re so insistent.”

“Azriel.” He replies, and you can hear the humour in his voice as you whip towards him, eyes full of rage.

“You? You were supposed to be leading me from the beginning?”

He laughs heartily, “I was with you the whole time, Little Mouse.”

Your mouth drops open at that, and it’s then that you process the male’s scent. Cedar and mist. As if to prove his point further, he rustles his wings behind his back, emitting the same sound that you heard back in the corridor. Now fuming with rage, you push past him, grabbing a random book off the shelf and walking towards the tables in the middle of the library, fixing him with a glare as you pass, “Right. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”

His smirk is enraging as he gestures towards the tables, letting you walk past him without saying another word.

You find a corner of the library, hidden away from everyone else, and lay out your supplies. Reading over the title of the book, it’s something that you aren’t even remotely interested in, but there’s no way you’re going back over there and facing that male again. Instead, you crack the book open, flipping to the introduction pages before dipping your pen in your ink and beginning to take notes. Soon, you immerse yourself in your work, everything else fading away into nothing.

A few hours pass with no interruption, and it isn’t until you are bored to tears by the book that you hear the chair in front of you squeak, a heavy body falling into it soon after. “That seat’s taken.” You lie, not looking up from your page, eyes drooping with sleep. Whoever is in the seat doesn’t move, only leans backwards casually. Annoyed, you look up, only for your eyes to widen as you spot Azriel, staring at you intently. He smiles wide, and if he wasn’t such an asshole, you would find him utterly beautiful.

“There she is.” He says, and you couldn’t help the flip your stomach did at the tone. You rolled your eyes regardless, turning back to the book with no response. He leans forward at that, arms resting just at the top of your book, his heavenly scent devouring your senses. “Am I that unimportant to you, Little Mouse?”

You grit your teeth before giving him an indignant look, shutting your book forcefully. “Don’t you have, I don’t know, a job? Anything better to do than just sitting here and harassing scholars.”

He chuckles at your irritation, “Why does my job matter right now?”

“Because I’m trying to do mine. And you’re making it incredibly difficult. Go be a nuisance somewhere else.”

“Aww, you don’t want me with you?” he smirks, and you realize at that moment that this is just a game to him. He’s riling you up for his pleasure, because for some reason, he’s decided that you’re his source of entertainment for the day.

“Leave. Me. Alone.” You bite out, capturing the attention of the other scholars and priestesses around you. You flush at the attention, embarrassed, before sinking into your seat.

The gleam in his eyes shows that he particularly liked that outburst, an amused look morphing his features, “Oh? Was that a bit louder than you expected?”

Having none of it, you gather the book in your hands and throw your supplies into your bag once more, not caring if the ink is dry. “I’m leaving. Have a nice day.” you bite out, standing from your seat and rushing towards the door.

Before you can get to the door, he appears at the threshold in a wreath of shadows, a splitting grin morphing his features. You recover from your shock quickly, moving to push past him, but his wings snap out, blocking your exit entirely. “Oh, Little Mouse, you aren’t going anywhere just yet.”

Anger seizes you, and before you can think, your hand is raised, open palm connecting with his cheek in a loud slap. As soon as you’ve done it, your eyes widen, and you back away from him, terrified of what he’ll do. Surprisingly, the male only chuckles, leaning towards you, “Did that make you feel better, Little Mouse?”

Before you can reply, he’s backed you into a wall, hands on either side of your body. As he leans closer to you, lips brushing your ear, “I’m not ready to let you go just yet.”

Tears prick your eyes at the contact, your heart hammering in your chest, begging for someone to walk past and save you from this situation. His wings flare out, blocking your view from behind him. “Please,” you whisper, tears now falling down your cheeks, “this isn’t fun for me. Please, let me go.”

You tremble as a soft chuckle reaches your ear, breath caressing the side of your neck, “It’s very fun to play with you. I enjoy how easy it is to take control of you.”

You shudder at his words, searching for anything to get him off you so you can make your escape. “S-surely the High Lord would not be happy with you…harassing one of his scholars.”

He chuckles dryly, wings loosening from their taught position behind him, but his smirk is still proud, “I doubt Rhysand will be angry with this.” His words are threatening, but despite his tone, he’s stepping away from you. “In any case, I’ve enjoyed our time together, Little Mouse…and I will most definitely see you again.” He takes a step back, offering you his hand. You stare back in astonishment, surprised he would let you off this easily. “For now, you should clean up those tears…no matter how amusing it was to see them.”

Ignoring his hand, you rushed to the door, pulling it open with all your might before hurrying down the hallway, rushing up to the left staircase where your invitation said the dorms would be. You didn’t dare look behind you, sure that if you did, he would be waiting there for you, ready to pounce.

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The next week passes with no encounter from Azriel. You are slowly getting used to the swing of things at the library and even made a few friends with the other scholars studying here with you. You didn’t tell any of them about your encounter with Azriel, afraid of what they may say. Apparently, he’s a big hit with the females around here, and you have to wonder if any of them have had any real interactions with him. Sure, he’s beautiful, but the fear he instilled in you that day…you couldn’t imagine he could behave in any way other than that.

You pointedly decided to ignore the fact that you hadn’t been able to get him off your mind these past few days. Even more so the fact that you had your fingers buried in your cunt just last night, imagining it was his hand working you so well, his words playing on repeat in your head. Yes, that absolutely didn’t happen at all.

Pushing the thoughts of him out of your mind, you arrived at the library, choosing another secluded spot in the corner. Soon, you’re consumed in your work, hastily scribbling notes on your parchment about healing herbs and what they’re used for. Utterly entranced by the topic, your brows furrow in concentration, pausing only to dip your pen into your ink pot. You worked late into the night, barely noticing the passage of time, even as scholars and priestesses packed up their belongings, ready to turn in for the night. You loved when your work consumed you like this like all that mattered in the world was you and the words you worshipped, like not a single thing could break you from your stupor.

“Studying, Little Mouse?” A voice like velvet whispered into your ear, startling you. You grit your teeth, but chose to ignore the insistent buzzing in your ear, only dipping your pen back in the ink and starting from where you left off. He chuckles and leans closer, peering over your shoulder to see what you’re doing, “Oh, I do love it when you are lost in a book like that…”

You ignore him still, but an involuntary shiver runs down your spine, and you bite your lip to suppress the blush that rises to your cheeks. “Maybe I could find a better use for you instead…”

You can practically hear the smirk in his words, and you can’t help the whimper that escapes from your lips. Your hands tremble, pen falling from your grasp and rolling onto the floor, and you know he’s won. He chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction, and grabs hold of your chin, pulling your face towards him. “Hello, Little Mouse.” He whispers, and your eyes glaze at the sound of it, “I think it’s time you gave me your full attention.” You swallow thickly at his words, eyes wide as you gaze up at him. His smirk remains, “It’s so easy to get a reaction out of you. Have I been on your mind?”

Your face burns, breath stuttering out of you, and he looks at you like he knows exactly where your hands have been. Quickly, you push his hands away, scrambling for anything to get him to leave you alone, “I told the High Lord about you, you know.” His brow quirks, and you know he can tell you’re lying, but you turn back to your work anyway, “He was not pleased.”

“Oh, you told Rhysand on me, did you? And what did he say?” You bend down, reaching for your pen off the floor, only so you didn’t have to face him. “He said there would be repercussions to your…behaviour.”

“And how exactly is he going to hold me responsible?” He watches you intently as you turn your face back to him, and you know he finds pleasure in watching you scramble for a response.

“I-I wasn’t privy to the details.”

He leans down, now eye level with you, “What do you think Rhysand will do to me, Little Mouse? What do you think would happen if he knew I was here, right now, with you?”

Your eyes narrow, lips curling into a sneer. “I imagine you’ll be in trouble for harassment.”

His smirk was devilish, head tilting as he watched your expressions, noting the blush on your cheeks from the proximity, “and how can I tell if my attention is truly unwanted?” He pauses, eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting your eyes again, “I think I can convince you to change your mind.”

Your hands move up to his chest, attempting to push him away, but he grips your wrists in his own. The grip is not painful, but it’s enough to still you, eyes widening at his actions, “I don’t want you.”

“I think you’re lying to yourself. Your lips and your body are telling me two different things. I think you want to give in…you’re just too stubborn.” You struggle in his grip, only for it to tighten. He chuckles at your attempts, “There’s fear in your eyes, but there’s something else, too. Care to tell me what that is?”

“Go to hell.”

He laughs then, a hearty chuckle that has his shoulders shaking, “Oh, you are just too cute.” He cages you between the table and his body, face only inches from yours as he leans over you. You’re sure he can hear your heart hammering in your chest, or scent the arousal now pooling between your legs, unable to stop your body’s natural reaction to him. “You want this, I know you do.” His voice is smooth as silk as he whispers, “I could take you, right here and now.”

You choke at his words, eyes widening, and his answering grin tells you he’s got you right where he wants you. Like a mouse caught in a trap. He leans in further, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” teeth graze the lobe of your ear, and your answering whimper only spurs him on further. “Would you like the feeling of my lips on yours? My hands on your skin?” He pauses, emphasizing the point by slowly grazing the cold skin of your thighs and pulling away to watch your expressions as the next words leave his mouth, “What about my cock, Little Mouse? Would you like that?”

Your body betrays your mind, legs pressing together to relieve the pressure gathered there. He notices, eyes flicking down, keenly aware of how your body reacts to his words, “You’re not doing a very good job of hiding it anymore, are you?”

“Leave me alone.” You say weakly, voice breaking, and he only laughs at your stubbornness. You push away from him, hands grappling for purchase at the edge of the table, but he follows you, keeping the same distance. All it would take was a slight inch forward, and his lips would be on yours.

“I know you want me, Y/N. It’s only a matter of you giving in.”

It’s the first time you’ve heard your name on his lips, and the sound of it breaks your composure. Without a second thought, you’re surging forward, lips pressing against his, moaning at the taste of him. He’s grinning into the kiss, pulling you from your seat in the chair and wrapping his arms tightly around you, causing you to tremble in his embrace. You whimper softly as his teeth graze your bottom lip, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours. You melt into him, the taste of him more intoxicating than the finest wine.

Without warning, he takes hold of the back of your thighs, lifting you onto the table, books and ink forgotten entirely. You spread your legs for him, and he slips between them before wrapping your thighs around his waist. His lips leave yours, trailing down your jaw to the column of your throat, leaving wet, hot kisses in their wake. You moan desperately, grinding your hips against his hard body, aching for any friction. “I thought you didn’t want me, Little Mouse?” he chuckled into your skin, emphasizing his point with short little bites, causing you to jolt into his touch.

“Shut up.” You snap, pulling his lips to yours for another kiss, “you talk entirely too much.” Your words are cut off as his hand pulls your hair back roughly, exposing your neck to him as he sucks on the spot just below your jawline, causing you to cry out. “I much prefer it when you’re moaning for me.” He whispers, hand trailing up your bare thigh, slipping past the hem of your dress. You arch into him, grinding against him once more, begging for his touch.

“Please, Azriel, I need you to touch me.” Your words are coming out between short pants, and he grins at the desperate tone in your voice, cock straining against his pants as he watches you lose yourself in him. “I thought of you all night. Couldn’t get you off my mind.” You cried out, whimpering as his hand trailed further up your thigh, so close to where you needed him most.

“Yeah?” His lips found purchase on your neck again, revelling in the way you shivered into his touch as his fingers finally brushed over your clothed pussy, slick with need. “Thought of me while you played with yourself, didn’t you, Little Mouse?” You nodded helplessly, your cunt clenching around nothing as his fingers toyed with your clit through your panties. You arched into him again, whimpering against him, completely unable to use your words to tell him what you wanted. He seemed to enjoy torturing you, watching as you writhed beneath him at the slightest touch. “Of course you have. I’ve hardly touched you and you’re already dripping.”

He pushed your panties aside, and the first touch of his fingers against you had your blood searing. Your hands flew to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as fingers circled your clit at a torturous pace. You bucked into him, eyes rolling back, cries falling from your lips as you begged him for more.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” You could practically hear the smirk on his lips as he pulled his hand away, leaving you cold and throbbing. You whimpered at the loss of contact, only to cry out as his fingers plunged inside you, starting a ruthless pace. You moved with him, hips bucking against his hand to meet him halfway, practically trembling at the way his fingers curled just right, brushing against that spot you couldn’t quite reach on your own. He chuckles as a particularly loud moan leaves your lips, relishing in the way your walls fluttered around his fingers. “You like that, Little Mouse?” His pace quickened, thumb brushing over your clit in quick, tight circles. You were sure you were on fire now, hovering at the edge of release. “Come on my fingers, pretty girl. I know you want to.”

You threw your head back at his words and came with a cry, clenching around him as your release dripped down your thighs. He groaned at the feel of you, thoroughly working you through your orgasm until the last shudders of it passed through you. He pulled his fingers from your heat, and a whine tore from your lips at the loss of him, mind still fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure he had given you. You barely had time to recover before he was removing your underwear completely and pulling your hips towards his, his cock sliding into you in one fluid thrust. You yelped, pressure building behind your eyes as he pulled back and slammed into you, over, and over, and over, giving you no time to adjust to the stretch.

“A-Azriel!” You panted, gripping the fabric of his shirt for dear life as he continued his relentless pace. “S-slow down, it’s t-t-too much!” Your stuttered words only spurred him on, teeth clamping around the junction of your neck and shoulder to muffle the deep, needy groan rumbling through his chest.

“Is this what you imagined last night, with your fingers buried inside you?” His raspy voice rang through your ears, and your cheeks heated as you nodded, panting helplessly. “Were you imagining my cock, Little Mouse, making you feel good?”

“Yes, gods, yes!” The coil in your stomach wound tight, and before you knew it, you were coming again. Stars danced across your vision and tears flowed freely down your cheeks, wordless babbling falling from your lips as he pounded into you with no reprieve.

His cock twitched at the sight of you, hand coming up to push your cheeks together, forcing you to look in his eyes. His grin was wild, eyes blazing as he spoke “Have I fucked my little scholar stupid?” His other hand lowered from your hip to pinch your clit, sending jolts of electricity down your body, tears flowing faster until you were sobbing through your pursed lips. He groaned deeply, hips stuttering “My Little Mouse looks so pretty when she cries.”

Suddenly, he was pushing you down so your back lay flat on the table, one hand returning to your hip as the other continued to pinch and flick at your clit. “One more sweetheart, just give me one more.” He pounded into you harder now, a feral gleam in his eye as he drank in every moan, every sob, every broken cry. His resolve was thinning, but he held fast until your cunt was clamping around him again, nearly losing his senses as various iterations of his name fell from your lips like a prayer. He spilled into you at the same time you arched off the table, deep, guttural groans joining your high-pitched whimpers like a symphony. His pace finally slowed, chest heaving as he watched you writhe beneath him, eyes screwed shut and cheeks wet with tears. You were still fluttering around him when he pulled out of you, and you whimpered at the loss, unable to form a single coherent thought as he stuffed himself back into his pants.

His insufferable smirk was back on his lips as he looked down at you, glancing between your legs to watch as his release spilled out of you down your thighs, and onto the surface of the table. Your cheeks flushed, but you had no energy to retort back as you lay panting on the table. Hell, you weren’t even sure if you could walk. Your limbs felt molten, and you were sure any attempt to stand would leave you falling to the floor in a heap. As if reading your thoughts, he pulls you into a sitting position, one arm bracketing around your waist as the other brushes your hair behind your ear. His touch is surprisingly gentle, and you can’t help the shiver that runs through your spine as you look up at him. He wipes away the lingering tears with the pad of his thumb before speaking, “You did so well for me, Little Mouse. Playing with you was entirely too much fun.”

His hand grips your chin, bringing you into one final kiss before pulling away from you entirely. He walks away, leaving you gaping after him until the door to the library swings shut, leaving with not a single glance back at you. Taking a few minutes to compose yourself, you stand on weak legs, sliding your underwear back on before gathering your things, all the while wondering how the hell this situation even arose.

You weren’t entirely sure, but you had a feeling it was far from over.

#acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel smut #azriel fanfic #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut

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lichenes · 1 month

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Omg i alove your Swann Arlaud fics!!You literally make my day better!Can you write a fic how Vincent and the reader are forced by their friends to play a silly game like 9 minutes in Heaven and they finally confess to each other and make out <3

Blushin'... lowkey... Thank you anon :*** CW: mentions of a boner (nothing happens), SFW wc: 628

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You and Vincent could barely keep your hands off of eachother when you got the chance to be alone. It got to the point where you'd text him a lips emoji and he'd reply back with a running emoji and show up at your door, ready.

Vincent understood you wanted to take things slow but it was getting to the point where your relationship was, rather than moving forward, staying in one place.

Not many people knew about your little love affair. You knew you weren't exclusive and you didn't expect faithfullness from him but you could feel the heart pangs pricking at you when you saw him pick up yet another person, strangely resembling you.

The ones closest to you encouraged you both to confess already but you were too shy to do it and Vincent was slowly losing the confidence if you truly liked him back. His little distractions weren't working anymore and he wished you would just give him a sign.

To say you looked ravishing that evening would be an understatement. Vincent couldn't keep his eyes off of you and he was due to pop a boner if he didn't excuse himself from the situation. You weren't making it easy as you tugged at the sleeve of his sweater for him to follow you to the circle of your mutual friends.

"C'mon Vincent, it'll be fun." You said reassuring him. "I'm not 17 anymore. It's childish." He groaned. You were both invited to a game of 'spin the bottle'. In reality he didn't really like the idea of some other person stealing you away and basically being free to do whatever they wanted with you. If it were to be his turn he could at least imagine it was you as earlier the host informed him that the lightbulb has blown out.

He was jealous, he could admit that to himself. Not to you though, never to you. You sat down cross-legged and he situated himself next to you, your knees touching. "Okay it's Vincent's turn." Someone said. He leaned forward and spun the bottle. It was spinning quickly, everyone curious on who it would land on.

To everyone's suprise it landed on you. 'Ooh's could be heard throughout the room as you stood up, pretending to be embarrassed by effectively everyone knowing what you two would be doing.

When you entered the closet you put your elbows on his shoulders and got close to his face. "Fancy seeing you here, pretty boy." You said in an undertone. "Hm.... likewise, sweetness" He mumbled out, your lips were almost touching. An inch more and...

"Vincent." You said firmly. "...yes chérie?" You groaned quietly as he tilted your head and started nipping at your neck. "Oh- Vincent..." you felt him smile and you put your hand on his chest. "Wait."

You assumed he looked at you puzzled, as aforementioned, it was dark and you couldn't tell. "I hate to do this but... do you like me?" You paused. "Honestly and truly, do you?" His voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. He cleared his throat and you felt him shuffle around into what seemed to be a kneel as his voice came from lower than before.

"I give up a thousand job offers, every opportunity to work in Paris and even living on my own to spend my life with you ma douce." You felt a surge of emotions running through you. "I'd let you ruin me, untill there was nothing left. Just so you could build me up again."

You leaned down and held his face in between your palms. You placed a delicate kiss on his lips, more tender than anything you were used to in your fervent make-out sessions.

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#swann arlaud #x reader #vincent renzi #anatomy of a fall #vincent renzi x reader #vincent renzi x gn!reader

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pix3lplays · 2 months

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I have an oc to pair with Dr. Ratio and it's simply because they are chaotic together

Imagine a mysterious person within the Guild, hopefully you know if they are a man or a woman because their name is neutral, they do not appear in public

It is known that he has countless doctorates and titles in all kinds of things, they were even selected for the Society of Geniuses but that person rejected the invitation

Veritas Ratio knows about that person and asks for their collaboration on a project, they receive a letter of elegant calligraphy apologizing for not being able to satisfy their request and having to decline

But Ratio is not known for giving up, after many attempts, he reaches his limit of patience

He arrives at the place that is his office, almost no one passes through that hallway and knocks on the door to enter

On the other side, various sounds of objects falling and a person running towards the door are heard, the small viewing slit opens and a computer voice speaks

"Excuse me, are you Dr. Ratio? I'm sorry I can't work on your project if you come for that reason, is the letter with the answer still not in your hands?"

"I came to talk, can you open the door?"

Ratio insists for several minutes, and finally after pressing the door it opens

The person behind it is completely different than expected. He has prominent dark circles under his eyes, a short stature, visible health problems and the entire "office" is a mess with many inventions and books scattered around

She was a rather nervous and shy woman at first glance, beginning to stutter and tremble.

"W-well... W-what do you want to talk about?"

Ratio soon sees that this person, despite being incredibly prestigious, can hopefully hold a conversation and at the slightest hint of aggression she almost begins to cry

It's strange

Ratio says he understands a little of what is happening, trying to soften his words and tones of voice to talk to her

And it doesn't take him long to understand that she doesn't work with him because she sees him as unworthy, but rather that she is afraid of his reputation and doesn't want to bother him

"I-I'm so sorry! I don't want to bother your advances, how could I help you with my annoying personality?"

And Ratio realizes that maybe... He can teach that genius who seems like she could die of fright to live

That way, he tries to get her out of his office every day, he doesn't force her to reveal her identity to the rest, but at least he makes her look decent and not like a disaster

She nervously eventually manages to go to some conferences and not just watch everything from her office, the progress is so slow but satisfying that Ratio applauds himself

Although of course, seeing the acclaimed Veritas Ratio without his mask, cheering a girl who seems like she could die of nerves over an extremely complicated topic... It draws attention

Oh, now the gossip of the entire Guild is to find out who can accomplish such a feat

"It seems that some idiots in the Guild are interested in knowing your identity after seeing me around you."

"Uh!? N-that can't be it! I must hide! Ah, go to the bottom of the mines in the mountains where no human can find me until half a century passes, no one will be able to recognize me!"

"No"

"Okey... Not with that tone of voice"

"…"

"Do not look at me like that! Uhh..."

"(And to think that this is progress)"

Ratio pats the woman on the shoulder, hoping she doesn't turn into a ball in the corner AGAIN

Oh, but... Ratio thinks that, in the end, she is very pretty even if she has a hard time talking to anyone else, it feels like talking as an equal

—📦

(Huohuo without Tail and with a mysterious genius background, but it was social problems instead of something interesting and intriguing)

See that’s the fun thing about Ratio lolol…personally he really does strike me as a…“I’m only interested in my intellectual equals,” kind of man. Like. As long as they’re smart he’ll adjust to most personality types…but honestly imagining him with someone kinda goofy and dumb is cute too lol…

Sigh, Ratio is SO-

But also okay hear me out on this one…Ratio with a reader who seems goofy and silly but then can just randomly say something incredibly profound and thought provoking. He’d have such mixed feelings haha…he’s just waiting to hear something smart. It gets to the point where he realizes that you’re actually intelligent…but nobody else knows, and he FIERCELY defends you if anyone should question your intelligence.

Idk…R a t i o…

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Dr Ratio #Dr Ratio x reader #hsr Dr Ratio x reader #honkai star rail Dr Ratio x reader

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five-and-dimes · 9 days

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Run Away (But We're Running in Circles)

After a million years I finally finished this one!

Dream doesn't believe he is truly loved- Hob and Death simply love everyone, it has nothing to do with him. Cue those closest to him doing whatever they can to prove that he is, in fact, very very loved

AO3

The past two months have been a whirlwind for Hob Gadling in the best way possible.

So many things he once thought impossible (or at the very least highly unlikely) had come to fruition. His stranger had returned to him, his stranger apologized, his stranger called him his friend. Those three things alone had made Hob's heart feel like a star, burning and bright and alive.

And then the ethereal man had sat across from him, a gentle smile on his face, weary but sincere, before he smoothed his expression into something unreadable.

"I believe introductions are in order," Hob almost squealed like a fan girl as the man hesitantly held out his hand, "Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmares. I have other names as well should you find this one unsatisfactory."

It's so ridiculous Hob would laugh if not for the dead serious note in his stranger- his friend's- voice. The idea that Hob would find anything about this being 'unsatisfactory', that he would declare his name not good enough and ask for another. Absolutely ludicrous.

Also a little sad, but he pushes past that.

He clasps his hand, face about to split from smiling so wide, "Dream," it feels so good to say, "a name that suits you perfectly," he adds because it's true. Then he smirks, "I'm Hob Gadling. I'd offer you another name but you've never complained about this one."

A breath escapes the other man, as much of a laugh as Hob has ever heard from him and this is the best day in Hob's very long life.

"Tell me of your life, Hob Gadling, for it has been too long since last we met."

Yes, it has, and for a moment Hob's joy dims. Then why did you leave me? Where have you been? Why now? What changed? Why now? The questions bubble uncomfortably in his throat.

He swallows them back.

Eventually he will allow himself to ask for answers- demand them even, perhaps, he thinks he deserves it- but not today. Today he wants to bask in the warmth of reunion. In the gentle glow of his friend’s shy smile.

So all he says is an earnest, “Yes. I have missed you dearly, my friend.”

When their meeting comes to an end, the sky outside dark and the employees of the inn not so subtly putting chairs up around them, Dream asks if Hob would be amenable to meeting more frequently, wringing his hands in front of him and not meeting Hob’s eyes, as though expecting to be denied.

Ridiculous creature.

And so they continue meeting, and Hob… has mixed feelings. He is glad to know more of his friend, to finally be given the answers he has been gnashing his teeth for. But sometimes when Dream speaks it feels more like bloodletting than sharing- like he is offering himself on an altar, inviting Hob to drive a dagger through his heart, like he needs to make a sacrifice to this thing called friendship.

He feels it most when he learns why Dream missed their meeting.

Hob feels the blood leave his face as Dream speaks of being torn from his realm, bound by magic, stripped and degraded and imprisoned and hurt-

“Dream,” Hob interrupts, his voice choked, “You don’t have to tell me.”

Across the table, Dream doesn’t look at him, “You are my friend.”

“Yes,” Hob agrees immediately, “And I will still be your friend if you don’t want to talk about this.” He tries to catch Dream’s eye, “Being your friend doesn’t mean you owe me anything.”

“Being a bad friend means I owe you everything,” Dream counters, and Hob wants to cry.

Hob does cry, “Fuck, Dream…” He almost missed the prideful and aloof king of centuries past. As much as he enjoys the easy smiles and the taste of a name on his lips, he would give it all away if it meant saving Dream from this pain.

Dream flinches but does not pull away when Hob reaches out to take his hands, “I’m not keeping a scoreboard with our friendship. You don’t have to pay me back if you make a mistake. And you especially don’t have to hurt yourself for me. We’re friends. So I don’t want you to hurt.”

When Dream looks up at him, he looks so confused. Head tilted and brow furrowed as he tries to make sense of the idea that someone does not want him to pay for his sins in blood.

“I do. Want to tell you these things,” Dream explains haltingly, head ducking again as he continues softer, “But perhaps. No more today.”

“Of course, love.”

Dream observes him again, eyes searching his face as though looking at a pile of puzzle pieces. Hob doesn’t know what he finds, or what picture he makes with the pieces, but for now he nods, shoulders slumping as the subject changes.

It gets easier. Or, it seems to at least. Dream tells him about Jessamy’s death quickly and her life extensively. He talks about his realm, his function, his subjects. And, eventually, he talks about his family. Some he only gives the names of, and nothing else. Some he gives brief histories of, or descriptions. And one in particular Hob learns much about.

He learns the most on the day he is given the joy of experiencing Dream having just come from an afternoon spent with his elder sister.

“I do not know why she is so insistent on spending time with me these days,” Dream grumbles, and Hob has to hide a smile behind his drink, because despite being the entities of Dream and Death (which had been quite the shock to learn), right now he is sitting across from a little brother exasperated with his big sister. “We are so different. I find it hard to believe she enjoys my gloom compared to her exuberance. Perhaps she merely delights in tormenting me,” he laments.

Hob laughs, "I think it's cute," he grins, "she clearly loves you."

Dream hums, not unhappily, and moves in a way that is too elegant to be called a shrug, "In a sense."

The tone doesn't match the words, and Hob scrunches his face in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Tilting his head slightly, Dream answers casually, "Simply that she loves me in a way similar to how you do."

And that has Hob's eyebrows shooting up to his forehead because he really, really hopes Death doesn't love her brother the way Hob does. "I'm not following."

Dream hums again, a quiet moment as he chooses his words, "Death has a love for all of humanity," he states, "and all that existence has to offer. Put simply, she loves everyone. It is in her nature. You, too, have a wealth of affection for all that you meet and all that you experience. So it is not a matter of loving me , but rather, simply loving in such a way that happens to include me by default."

There is a stretch of silence as Hob turns those words over in his mind. He struggles to fully grasp them at first, the sentiment conflicting with the way Dream presented it as irrefutable fact, something obvious and common knowledge, something Hob couldn't possibly deny.

But, shaking his head frantically to clear his thoughts, Hob was absolutely going to deny it.

"No!" Dream started at the vehemence in Hob's voice, "That's not true at all!" His voice was firm, and almost angry, which in hindsight didn't help the situation.

"...Oh," Dream's voice was soft, and carefully neutral, "I understand," he conceded. His body was like marble, and Hob could see the way he was consciously trying to mask his sorrow and Hob wanted to punch himself in the face.

"Wait, no, not like that! I didn't mean it like that!"

He hated this. Hated all of it. Hated that his friend believed he wasn't loved on purpose. Hated how quickly he accepted the idea of not being loved at all.

Reaching across the table, Hob clasped his hands around Dream's, sure but gentle. Dream blinked in surprise, staring down at the point of contact, and Hob waited patiently until their eyes met again to start speaking.

"I love you," and this was the true irrefutable fact, the true obvious and common knowledge, the truth that Dream could not deny. "You, specifically. You on purpose. I love you because you're you, and I love you apart from everyone else. And your sister does too, I know it. You are very loved, my friend, and it is not an accident."

Their eyes search each other's. Dream finds conviction, finds honesty, finds something he is afraid to identify as love. Hob finds old aches, finds disbelief, finds something close to fear. Dream looks lost.

“You really did miss me. When I was gone.” Dream whispers with awe, and it hits Hob like a punch to the gut that Dream hadn’t believed him before, had obviously assumed that Hob was just being polite or reciting a social script without really meaning it.

“Yes,” he says, soft and firm, “I really did.”

A soft sound of sand shifts at their feet beneath the table and Hob knows that Dream desperately wants to run away. Instead, he closes his eyes and grips Hob's hands tighter. Hob is so very proud of him.

"I fear I have dominated the conversation this evening," his voice is raspy, forced out between clenched teeth, "tell me of your week, Hob Gadling."

It is a plea desperately masquerading as a demand. There is only so much Dream can take at once, and Hob understands, and Hob loves him, and so he smiles and returns Dream's grip.

"You will not believe what one of my students submitted as their thesis for the end of the semester-"

~~~~

Hob doesn’t actually know if summoning Death is a thing he can do. Dream had, finally, after 600 years, explained the parameters of Hob’s immortality. It was actually pretty much what Hob had assumed given the question posed to him at each of their meetings; He would live as long as he wanted to, and when he no longer wanted to, Death would guide him to the Sunless Lands.

Well, Hob very much did not want to go to the Sunless Lands, but he did want to speak to Death.

“I refuse to look up any sort of magic bullshit for this,” Hob starts, feeling supremely silly for talking to himself in his empty flat. But he didn’t exactly have any other ideas. “So I’m going to assume in your weird Endless-ness that you can somehow hear me. I’m not looking to die today, or ever really, but I’d appreciate it if I could talk to you, Death of the Endless.” He pauses, and then adds on, “It’s about your brother.”

Apparently those are the magic words, as a voice almost immediately speaks up from behind him.

“Oh lord, what has he done now?”

Hob nearly jumps out of his skin, twisting around in his seat on the couch to see a beautiful woman leaning against his kitchen counter. While her style of all black matches her brother’s, that is where the resemblance ends. Bright eyes and glowing dark skin, a warm smile on her face. He hadn’t fully grasped how unhealthy his friend tended to look until this moment.

Shaking off the initial shock, Hob smiles back, “So you’re the famous Death, eh? I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Only bad things I’m sure,” she teases.

“From humans, perhaps, but not from your brother.”

She smiles fondly, and Hob can tell immediately that she cares for Dream. He wonders what Dream sees when he looks at her.

“You said you wanted to talk about him?” Death asks, “Not that it’s not nice to finally meet you, but I can’t be pulled away from work for too long.”

Hob shudders instinctually at the mention of her ‘work’, but he shakes it off as he begins to explain, “Right. So, normally I wouldn’t tell you this behind Dream’s back, but I don’t think he’ll ever tell you himself and I think you should know so that you can… help, I guess.” Death frowns, and her face darkens as Hob quickly recounts the conversation he had with Dream, and his assumptions on the nature of her and Hob’s love for him.

By the end, she looks heartbroken, but when she speaks her voice is dripping with annoyance.

“My little brother truly is an idiot-”

“Don’t,” Hob cuts in. It’s probably not his brightest idea to interrupt death herself, but he knows in his gut that he can’t let her gain momentum on this, “I didn’t tell you so you could scold him, I told you so you could love him.”

“I already love him!” she snaps.

“Love him louder then!” Hob snaps back fearlessly, throwing his arms up. “Don’t be mad at him for hurting! For whatever reason, he doesn’t recognize that we love him, but the reason doesn’t matter , not right now at least. We need to stop the bleeding before we worry about what made the wound.”

There is a long pause, the two simply staring at each other. Death looks a bit shocked, eyes wide and jaw tense. Hob stares back determinedly. He may not have known Dream as long as his sister, but he is positive down to his bones that Dream won’t see the “love” part in “tough love”. He’ll probably just see the admonishment.

He wonders if that miscommunication hasn’t been a wedge between the two siblings for a long time.

Finally, Death seems to deflate, her shoulders slumping even as she quirks a smile, “My brother would appreciate the metaphor.”

Hob chuckled, “Heh, I’ve noticed. It’s helped, honestly, figuring out whatever metaphor works best for him at any given moment, y’know?”

“Yeah. I do.” Death sighs, and for a moment she looks so old . So ancient. And when she meets Hob’s gaze he thinks she looks uncertain. “I do love him. You know that, right?”

“I do,” Hob answers softly. “But I’m not the one you need to convince.”

~~~~

Hob speaks every love language, but if he’s honest, cooking will always be one of his favorites.

He thinks of being a young peasant and his parents pushing food from their own plates onto his and his siblings’ so that they would never feel the sharp pang of hunger, and of the few kind souls during the 1600s who offered food to him, the fellow homeless who nonetheless would split their meager findings with him. Sharing food has simply always evoked the warmth of love for him.

It was part of why the rejection had stung so badly in 1589. A table full of food meant to be shared, and he had been left sitting there alone. A table full of love with nowhere to go.

Now, though, he is more determined than ever. Now he knows Dream, in a way he hadn’t for so long, and he is desperate in his desire to make sure Dream feels the love he is offering.

And so he offers him food.

“Come on, just a bite!” Hob nudges the plate closer to Dream. They are sitting across from each other at the kitchen island in Hob’s flat. He had spent the better part of the day preparing the most decadent mac and cheese he could- creamy and buttery, layers of cheese and pasta folded together with autumn vegetables and a coating of perfectly toasted breadcrumbs on top. Each ingredient was added with Dream in mind, with the desire to warm him from the inside out, to give him something indulgent that might put some meat on his bones.

He’s so thin. Not fragile, exactly, Hob is certain that this mystical being is stronger than he looks, and yet… There is something to be said about how one envisions themselves in dreams. Regardless of his physical capabilities, Hob can’t help but ponder over Dream’s manifestation, and how frail and hurt it looks.

“It’s a pretty standard ritual of friendship to share a meal together,” he says pointedly, smiling when Dream huffs at him. It feels maybe a little underhanded, as he knows Dream is trying very hard to be a good friend, but he doesn’t feel too badly when he sees the soft smile on Dream’s face. For all that he had vehemently rejected their friendship at first (or perhaps because of that initial rejection) he seemed just as moved to be called friend by Hob as Hob was to be called friend by him.

“I suppose I am bound by ritual then.” There is a strange note in his voice that Hob can’t quite place, but he is still smiling, so he wonders if that is just what Dream sounds like when he tries to make a joke.

Either way, he finally reaches forward to pick up his fork, taking a delicate bite of the gooey mess Hob had served him.

“Well?” Hob asks, barely hidden eagerness in his voice.

Dream swallows, his posture becoming impossibly straighter as he looks at Hob fondly, “You are a fine cook, my friend.”

Hob can’t suppress a grin, leaning back casually in contrast to his friend’s sharp and stiff bearing, “I’m glad. It’s a useful skill when you have companions in need of spoiling.” To his delight, a soft, almost imperceptible blush blooms across Dream’s cheeks. If Hob wasn’t so practiced in observing him he might have missed it. He’s glad he didn’t.

The evening is a quiet one, sharing stories between bites, and Hob is happy. He wills the food to fill his friend. He sends a prayer that Dream’s body might become soft with his love.

~~~~

“Come on, I want to show you something!”

Dream is becoming more accustomed to his elder sister’s spontaneous visits. After her chastisement, the day she pushed him to reunite with Hob, he had expected to not see her again until it was obligated of her. For all her joy and bright smiles, he could not imagine she would actually enjoy his company. Perhaps because of her joy and smiles.

He did not expect her to willingly subject herself to him.

And yet, she had come to him. She had called to him through their galleries, inviting him into the humble space she called her home when she was not ushering souls to her realm, and inquired about his meeting with Hob Gadling. She had smiled, and squeezed his hand, and told him she was glad he had someone to call friend. He assumed she must be glad that there was someone else to deal with him, and this meeting was merely to ensure that there was someone else out there holding his leash.

Then she called him again.

And again.

It kept happening, and while a part of him felt guilty and selfish, he could not deny that he enjoyed his sister’s company. And so he allowed himself to set aside his quest to understand why she was doing it. His elder siblings have ever been a mystery to him, and whatever her reasoning, even if it was simply to keep him in line, he decided to allow himself this small joy in his sister’s presence.

Today, linking their arms together, Death practically skips as she pulls Dream from his realm. Despite himself, he can’t help but smile fondly at her enthusiasm, allowing her to guide him to the waking and into a large building. He can feel the shroud of Endlessness around them, and knows that they are walking unseen. It piques his curiosity. Death normally insisted on walking among mortals specifically to interact with them, even if only a little. The fact that she now hides them is unusual.

Glancing around, Dream finds that they are in a natural history museum, surrounded by various educational exhibits. There are murals of ancient, long gone animals and cases with their bones, plaques with information and names, interactive screens and displays. Eventually, they enter a room dedicated to plants and flora of the distant past. Death walks purposefully towards the back, glancing at Dream with an excited smile as she points to one of the displays.

“Look.”

On the pedestal in front of them is a small, square piece of amber, and within the amber there is a flower. It is small, five petals floating in the resin that Dream remembers holding in the palm of his hand so very long ago. Not as old as Dream, but older than humans, old enough that no creature on this plane dreams of it.

Dream used to keep them on the windowsill of his bedchambers.

“They were your favorite.”

Death’s voice breaks him from his revelry, and he realizes that he has been standing as still and frozen as the flower for several minutes.

Her words were not a question, but Dream nods anyway, “Yes.” The word cracks just slightly, and it takes effort, but he turns his gaze away from the flower to look at his sister, his brow furrowing in confusion, “You… remembered?”

“Of course,” Death speaks softly, as though to not break the fragile air around them, but still smiles warmly, “You gave me some, once, and I understood why you loved them. They were lovely.”

Nodding again, Dream swallows thickly, turning back to the fossil before continuing, “They faded from the Dreaming when the last creature to remember them passed to the Sunless Lands. They exist now only in the deepest pages of the Library.”

“And here,” Death corrects, tilting her head towards the exhibit, “They exist here, now, too. Humans found them. They’ll remember them,” she puts a hand on Dream’s shoulder, squeezing lightly and grinning a little wider, “Maybe someone will dream of them again!”

But not as they were , Dream thinks to himself. Any dreams of this small, fragile flower will not be the same as the ones Dream kept growing in his window, the ones he tucked behind his elder sister’s ear, the ones he held close to his chest when he was overwhelmed. They will never be the same again.

Reaching out, he lets his fingers brush against the fossil, the golden color hiding the true hues of the precious petals within, and it feels cool and cold like glass and suddenly Dream thinks he sees a hint of his reflection in the amber. Unneeded breath catches in his chest, and he wonders if this is how he would have been remembered if he had not escaped from Fawney Rig. Lost and forgotten and buried only to be dug up like this . Frozen and painted over with someone else’s color.

Assuming he was remembered at all.

His vision blurs, and his fingers tremble as he traces over the shape of the trapped flora, nothing but cold cold cold where once there had been soft and fragrant petals.

“Dream?”

Death moves to stand in front of him, pulling him away from the fossil and blocking his view. He blinks, and realizes that he is crying, but the tears are thick, and slow, and his vision has taken on a yellow hue. Raising a hand to his face, he catches a tear on his fingertips and stares down at it.

He is crying amber.

“Hey, it’s alright, little brother, you’re okay-” Death looks caught between panic and heartbreak, eyes wide and bracing her hands on Dream’s shoulders. It only makes him cry harder. Amber runs down his cheeks, dripping sluggishly from his chin into his cupped hands, sticking to his eyelashes, and he feels half-fossilized already.

Gentle hands run through his hair, guide him to kneel on the floor, and he feels the shift from Waking to Dreaming, his sister taking him home. He thinks it might not be so bad, to be petrified and buried here in the Dreaming. He thinks he might be worth more as an excavated relic than he ever was as a living being.

But. There is still a hand stroking his hair, another wiping the thick tears from his face, heedless of the mess. There is a voice beside his ear shushing him, “Oh, little brother, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.” He inhales, choking on the resin in his throat, closing his eyes as he lets the cool air of the Dreaming reach his lungs and slow his tears.

The resin is drying on his cheeks, and it is a struggle to open his eyes again, shards of amber encasing his eyelashes. He glances down at the pool cupped in his hands, and then sees the resin smeared over his sister’s fingers and nearly starts crying again.

“I. I apologize-”

Shushing him, Death reaches out to take his hands, tipping his palms until the amber pours out, dripping onto the stone floor of the throne room until she can curl their fingers together. Dream’s breath hitches, and he tries to pull away. He envisions the resin on their hands hardening, encasing their fingers together in amber, and how cruel it would be to subject his beloved sister to being stuck with him .

Death holds on tighter.

“It’s alright,” she leans forward, pressing their foreheads together, “take a second, Dream. Everything is alright.”

It’s really not. But reluctantly, Dream takes her advice. He breathes deeply, tries to loosen the hold his anguish has on him, dilutes it with the comfort his sister so readily offers until the resin begins to thin. Slowly, with each breath the amber turns to salt water. He still feels stiff. He still feels trapped. He thinks he simply moved the amber into his blood. Death is still holding him.

He inhales shakily, “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Death responds, soft and casual. They are still kneeling on the floor, and she leans back just a bit, still holding his hands but giving him a little more space, “I didn’t mean to upset you-”

“It was no fault of yours,” Dream interrupts, “I. Appreciate the gesture.” Looking up, he adds on, “I did not expect you to remember such an insignificant detail about me.”

“It’s not insignificant. It’s you. And you’re not insignificant.”

Those words are what finally make him pull away. His movements remind her of a mannequin, stiff and jerky, popping joints back into place after falling apart until he is once more solid and immovable. He folds his hands in his lap, and he does not look at her.

“I am aware of the importance of my function. I have not forgotten your words to me.”

Death consciously holds back a sigh of frustration. Settling back onto her heels, she takes a moment to look at her brother. She thinks of all the harm that happened in his absence, all the dreamers whose hands she took while her brother sat silent in a cage. She thinks of her words to him when they met again in the Waking after his escape. She thinks of Hob telling her that her brother didn’t feel loved, and how she had immediately put the blame on Dream. After all, how could he possibly think she does not love him for him ?

She thinks she’s starting to understand.

“I worry about you, Dream,” she whispers, reaching out to smooth back his wild hair, “I worry that one day…”

One day, Death will have to take the hands of all of her siblings. She knows that.

But she hopes that day is far away.

Dream looks up at her, head tilted like one of his ravens, “But I would still. Be there. Like the flower in the amber.”

“But not the same.” Death closes her eyes, the words soft with heartbroken realization, “Not you .”

Reaching up, Dream gently removes her hand from his hair, “Would that be so bad?”

“Yes.” She doesn’t hesitate, opening her eyes to look at him fiercely and gripping his hand. Dream sighed, but did not try to pull away. He still looks stiff and tense, and he swallows thickly, like there is still resin in his throat.

Death cannot help but laugh wetly. This day had not gone the way she had hoped. “Next time I want to make a point I’ll just get you something in your favorite color.”

“You do not know-”

“Green.”

Dream’s head snaps up, eyes wide in shock, and when Death smiles back, it is smug, but also fond, and sad, and- he thinks, maybe- loving, “I’ve walked through your gardens, Dream. I’ve sat in Fiddler’s Green. I’ve seen the landscapes you’ve created. And I noticed. Because I love you.”

When Dream looks at her, she can’t help but think that he does not believe her, not fully. But there is something in his eyes, a desperate longing. Like he wants to believe her. Like he wants it to be true.

Don’t go , Death doesn’t say, Don’t go. Stay. Stay so I can prove it to you. Stay long enough for me to convince you. Just give me some more time.

Desire used to love me, Dream doesn’t say, and then time passed.

“I love you as well, my sister.”

“Yeah,” she smiles, and only barely fights back tears, “I know.”

~~~

Something is not right with Hob’s plan.

It has become a regular occurrence for Dream and Hob to spend an afternoon or evening together several times a week, making it easy for Hob to guide them to a meal. Lunch at the university cafe between Hob’s lectures, dinner at a new restaurant, pots of stew that Hob had let simmer throughout the day, waiting for his friend to share a bowl with him. Each time Dream smiled and accepted his offers, diligently clearing his plates and complimenting Hob on his choices.

And Dream was getting thinner.

He didn’t notice the thinness at first. No, he noticed the layers first. Dream tended to bundle up, to keep himself covered regardless of the weather, and Hob understood. He himself sometimes caught himself pulling his coat around himself a little tighter when he remembered the details of Dream’s imprisonment. So Dream adding extra layers to his ensemble- sweaters and scarves and hoods on his coats- Hob assumed it was just a result of Dream still working through his trauma.

But as time passed, he noticed the way his friend’s already impossibly sharp cheekbones became impossibly sharper. The way the bones in his hands stood out in stark relief each time he reached for his fork.

Hob didn’t understand it.

Sitting in his flat now, not expecting company since he saw Dream in all his fragile, delicate beauty the night before, he wracks his brain to try to piece together what might be going on with his friend. He is deep in thought, hands steepled as he leans back on his couch, so he nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of loud, frantic tapping on his window.

Glancing at the window, he blinks in surprise at the sight of a large crow or raven that he swears is glaring at him. For a long moment, he simply stares, contemplating whether this warrants a call to animal control or if he should just wait for the bird to leave. He is debating trying to shoo it away himself when it taps on the glass again, somehow even angrier.

“Hey!” An unmistakable American voice projects from the Raven’s beak, “Open up, asshat, I wanna talk to you!”

In the grand scheme of things, this is not the strangest thing to happen to Hob, and yet he still nearly falls off the couch as he flails in surprise.

“Excuse me?” He stands and cautiously approaches the window, “Who, or what, exactly are you?” He demands. Hob may not be the brightest bulb in the shed, but he knows better than to let strange, angry, talking ravens into his home without taking precautions.

The raven huffs, “The name’s Matthew, Hob Gadling ,” he spits his name out pointedly, “And I’m here on behalf of Lord Morpheus, so let me in so I can shake you down properly!” He flutters a bit, letting his talons scratch at the window threateningly.

Perhaps Hob should be even more wary, given that the Raven both knows who he is and is clearly already upset with him for some reason, but the mention of one of Dream’s titles has him throwing the window open.

“Wait, Dream sent you?”

The raven- Matthew, Hob reminds himself, shaking his head in bafflement- glides through the open window to land on Hob’s coffee table, turning back to glare at him again.

“He didn’t send me, I’m here on his behalf ,” he clarifies haughtily.

Tilting his head, Hob riffles through his memories, trying to recall every name Dream has mentioned in his stories of the goings on of his realm between their meeting. Now that he thinks about it, he’s pretty sure he remembers Dream mentioning a Matthew a few times, usually with fond exasperation.

“I think Dream’s mentioned you to me… you’re one of his subjects in the Dreaming, right?”

“I’m not just a subject ,” Matthew replies with great offense, “I’m his raven .” He puffs his chest out proudly, in a way that Hob thinks more than proves that he is someone who spends a lot of time with the Dream King.

“Right, he definitely failed to mention that detail,” Hob teases good-naturedly. There doesn’t seem to be any urgency here, so he allows himself to grin widely, “It’s nice to meet you! I haven’t gotten to meet any of Dream’s other friends.”

“Yeah, I noticed, and I find that highly suspicious,” Matthew declares, “What exactly do you have to hide, huh?”

“Uh, it’s not really hiding, I just… don’t know how to contact you?”

“A likely story.”

“I mean if you tell me how to call you I’d love to hang out more-”

“What’s your deal, huh?” Matthew interrupts, “What exactly are your intentions with Lord Morpheus?”

Hob is suddenly struck by the uncomfortable feeling that he is being given the shovel talk. By a bird. About a man he is, unfortunately, not even dating.

“No intentions, really,” he tugs his ear nervously, “I just. Enjoy spending time with him, is all.”

Matthew’s feathers ruffle in agitation, “Humans are conniving pieces of shit who can’t be trusted within a ten mile radius of any sort of power,” he declares, with the authority of someone familiar with being a ‘conniving piece of shit’ himself, “so excuse me if I’m suspicious that Average Joe over here is just ‘hanging out’ with one of the forces of the universe.”

“I don’t think I’m that average-”

“And another thing! Stop guilt tripping him into eating, you ass!”

Hob’s jaw drops at the accusation, “I- wha- he’s skin and bones!”

“Yeah, and you making him sick all the time isn’t exactly helping the situation, pal!”

“Wait, what?”

“Jeez, you’re slow on the uptake,” Matthew huffs in annoyance, “He’s not human, dude. So human food doesn’t work with him. It’s like… you know that scene in Twilight- the books, not the movies- where Edward eats a slice of pizza? And then in an interview Meyer said-”

“Okay, stop, stop stop stop,” Hob cuts off Matthew’s rambling, pinching the bridge of his nose, “But he takes a human form when he’s here though, right?”

“He looks like a human,” Matthew clarifies pointedly, “That doesn’t mean he functions the same as one. Just because you can fit bologna in a CD player doesn’t mean it’s going to work out for ya.”

A slow dawning sense of horror fills Hob, and it must show on his face because Matthew tilts his head to the side curiously, his tone gentling for the first time since his arrival, “You really didn’t know, huh.”

Hob shakes his head miserably, moving to sit heavily onto the couch, “No. Dream has tried to explain the whole ‘Endless’ thing to me, but it’s so complicated. And he never mentioned that he can’t eat, and he just looks so thin and I just wanted to help-”

“Okay, alright, it’s okay!” Matthew flaps his wings a few times desperately, “Please don’t cry. If you cry, I’m gonna cry, and I’m not ready to find out if dream-ravens can cry or not.”

“I can’t believe this whole time I’ve been making it worse.” He thinks again of 1589, of Dream barely glancing at the spread Hob had offered him. He’s always known Dream wasn’t human. He feels like an idiot.

“I feel like an idiot,” he admits out loud.

“I mean, you are,” Matthew replies, ignoring the halfhearted glare Hob gives him, “but you’re not a malicious idiot, which was really what I was more concerned about. In my head you were like, trying to weaken him before making your move or something.”

The very idea makes Hob sick, and he shakes his head vehemently, “Never. He’s my friend . I get that humans hurt him recently, but I don’t care about his power, I just care about him .”

“Hm. You definitely seem sincere. I suppose maybe I should have just tailed you for a bit before coming in guns blazing. But my job is to protect the boss and he’s been looking a little rough recently, so. Y’know.”

Sniffling, Hob glances up at the raven, watching as he shifts on his feet anxiously. Hob blinks in realization as he speaks, “You really care about him, huh?”

“I mean, yeah, obviously,” Matthew shrugs as much as he is able, his tone becoming more casual, “Honestly it’s kind of hard not to. I mean have you seen the guy? Like, he’s supposed to be this all-powerful force of the universe, but he feels more like a kitten you find hiding from the rain under your car, y’know?”

Hob barks out a laugh, “I don’t think he’d appreciate that comparison, but you’re absolutely not wrong.”

“It’s not like he didn’t care about me first!” Matthew states, almost defensively. He flutters over, settling on the couch cushion next to Hob and he gets the impression that they should be sharing a couple beers right now, gossiping about their mutual friend, “He tries soooo hard to be all cold and aloof, but he knew me for five seconds and tried to keep me from doing my literal job ‘cause he was worried I’d get hurt.”

“Yeah, that sounds like him,” Hob smirks, shaking his head fondly.

“I can’t believe I had to die to finally get a good boss,” Matthew huffs, “Honestly that’s the craziest part of my afterlife. Turned into a raven? I can shrug that off. I enjoy my job and love my boss? THAT’S the part I have trouble believing.”

Snapping his head over, Hob blinks for a long moment. Matthew’s feathers fluff up at his staring, “What? What did I do?”

Slowly, a grin spreads across Hob’s face, leaning forward conspiratorially.

“Want to help me with something?”

~~~

When Dream arrives for a visit two days later, Hob doesn’t even bother saying hello.

“Can I hug you?”

Dream blinks in surprise, tilting his head curiously as Hob stands patiently in front of him. When he finally nods, looking confused but not uncomfortable, Hob wastes no time wrapping his arms around his friend and pressing him close. He can feel the shape of his manifested skeleton through the layers of his coat.

“Dream,” he sighs sadly, one hand guiding Dream’s head against his shoulder, “I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever for?” Dream moves as if to pull away, but does not struggle when Hob tightens his grip, “You have done nothing to warrant an apology.”

“I’m sorry for pressuring you to eat.”

Now, Dream jerks back, and Hob lets him go, though he keeps his hands on Dream’s shoulders. He looks surprised now, and somewhat guilty, “What do you-”

“Matthew told me,” Hob explains, “Oh, yeah, I met Matthew by the way. Good guy. Or, raven, or whatever,” Dream scowls, and he quickly continues, “He was worried about you.”

“He need not have interfered,” Dream looks away, body stiff under Hob’s hands, “There was no need for his concern.”

Hob sighs, “Dream. You could have told me you can’t eat food in the Waking.”

There is a pause as Dream considers his words, gaze still steadfastly avoiding Hob’s. “You… enjoy food,” he states, “and cooking. And you. Said it was a ritual among friends.”

“I know,” Hob winces, “I understand how it might have sounded when I said that, but… Dream, we won’t stop being friends just because there are certain things we can’t do together.” Dream doesn’t answer, his body as stiff and cold as a statue.

“Dream,” he ducks his head to try to catch Dream’s eye, “I won’t love you less if you tell me no.”

And that has Dream’s head snapping up, eyes wide with surprise in a way that makes Hob’s heart crack.

“I mean it,” he insists, “I won’t be mad, or- or offended or anything if there’s certain things you can’t do. I’m sure there’s plenty I can’t do because of my humanity that you wouldn’t hold against me, yeah?”

Dream frowns, confusion on his face, “I would not ask you to take part in anything that went against your nature.”

Hob tilts his head back and sighs, his mouth curling in a fond smile, “You’re so close. You’re right there.”

There is a long pause as Dream seems to turn his words over in his head. “You. Also would not ask me to take part in something that went against my nature? Even if it is something you enjoy?”

“Exactly,” Hob grins, “I don’t enjoy it if it hurts you.”

“Despite how I have treated you in the past?”

Hob’s grin falls so fast it hits like whiplash, “Of course not!” He feels his chest tighten in horror, “Is that what you thought? That I would be okay with hurting you because we got in a fight once?”

Glancing away, Dream’s brow furrows in consideration, “It is not… I did not believe you were doing it on purpose,” he admits, which does lift a little of the weight from Hob’s heart, “I merely…” he looks up at Hob through his eyelashes, “I did not want you to think that I do not take our friendship seriously. I wanted. To prove myself. To prove that I am capable of being worthy of your companionship. I have declined your offer of friendship once already. To deny a ritual of friendship offered to me now would be unforgivable.”

“Only because there would be nothing to forgive,” Hob replies softly. Before Dream can say anything else, Hob pulls him back into his arms.

“I. Did not mean to upset you,” Dream says tensely.

“You didn’t.” Hob gives him one last firm squeeze before reluctantly releasing him, “Now, my friend,” he says it again in hopes of reassuring Dream, who still looks anxious and lost, “Matthew didn’t say anything about you having ill-effects from our movie nights, yeah?”

Dream hums, and the slightest bit of tension leaves his shoulders, “Indeed. I have been. Enjoying experiencing this new media with you,” his lips twitch towards a smile, “And you promised me an adaptation of Romeo and Juliet tonight.”

Hob groans dramatically, placing a hand on Dream’s back to guide him towards the couch, “The only reason I’m allowing it is because the setting is different enough for me to almost forget it was inspired by that twat Shaxberd.”

“Technically it was inspired by me.”

“Well then sit down and enjoy the fruits of your labor,” Hob laughs, getting West Side Story set up for them to enjoy. The curtains are drawn to cover the glass panes of the windows, there are blankets and pillows strewn across the couch, and there are no snacks or food on the coffee table in front of them. When he looks at him, Hob thinks Dream looks a little… softer. A little more comfortable.

A little more loved.

~~~~~~~

“What’s on the docket today, boss?”

Matthew lands carefully on the Dream King’s shoulder. He had spent what felt like several hours accompanying Mervyn throughout the castle grounds, pestering him with questions and prodding him for stories as he made minor adjustments to the landscape, and now he felt energetic and ready for a task. Sometimes Matthew felt like he was a better raven than a person. If nothing else he was happier as one.

Dream hums as he walks down a quiet path outside the castle, “I must check in on the dreams of light to see how my newest creations among them are settling. And ensure they do not require more added to their numbers.”

The ‘dreams of light’ were how Dream had explained a particular sect of dreams to Matthew. They were created for dreamers who felt as though they were in the deepest darkness, those who saw no hope for themselves. They were dreams meant to inspire and revitalize.

“So they’re like, the light at the end of the tunnel, yeah?” Matthew had responded when Dream had explained.

“Yes,” he had replied with a small smile, “That is not an inaccurate comparison.” Matthew had beamed with pride at understanding a little more of this new realm he called home.

Meeting the dreams of light had been enlightening- pun absolutely intended- in a lot of ways. Mostly, Matthew learned that Lord Morpheus was deeply uncomfortable with them.

He didn’t think it was a matter of him not liking them or anything. But there was something in the way he had walked and held himself when in their presence. It reminded Matthew of how he had felt the first time he had held one of his friends' new baby; utterly adoring, and absolutely certain he was about to break it.

“I can deal with ‘em, boss.”

Dream turns to glance at the raven shuffling on his shoulder, brow furrowed, “I have already stated that I would do so.”

“Yeah, but I know you don’t want to,” Matthew shrugs his wings nonchalantly, “Unless you have some other important raven errand for me, just let me handle them. I don’t mind.”

With a deepening frown- born of confusion rather than displeasure, Matthew notes- Dream raises his arm, and Matthew instinctually hops from his shoulder to his forearm, allowing them to look each other in the eye. “Wants have no authority within my duty. If a task must be done then I shall do it.”

“Uh huh, yeah, I get that,” Matthew nodded, “but does this particular task have to be done by you ?”

“...I. Suppose not.”

“Great! Then delegate! I mean, I’m offering. Those guys don’t bother me the way they do you, so it’s not an issue, really.”

“I have not expressed that they bother me.”

Matthew sighs, shifting from foot to foot a little nervously, “Listen, don’t file an HR complaint for me saying this, but I love you, and so you are not as subtle as you think you are when it comes to being uncomfortable. To me at least.”

There is a long moment of silence as they stare at each other, Dream blinking in surprise, and Matthew tilting his head back and forth out of some strange raven instinct to view his boss from different angles.

“...We do not have an HR department in the Dreaming.”

“I can’t tell if that’s you telling me you are upset or aren’t upset.”

To his shock and awe, Dream smiles. A small huff escapes his lips, the closest to a laugh Matthew has ever heard in his time as his raven. “I am not upset,” he states regally. “Since you are so insistent, I will allow you to run this errand on my behalf.” He makes it sound like he is the one doing Matthew a favor, which doesn’t actually surprise Matthew all that much. Honestly, he finds it kind of endearing.

“Will do, Lord Morpheus!”

He is still smiling as Matthew flies away. It’s not much.

But it’s a start.

~~~~

Matthew is in the middle of debating whether it would be in poor taste to ask to see Jessamy’s book when Lucienne steps into the library, sighing heavily.

“What’s up, boss lady?” Matthew flies over, landing to perch on the back of the chair next to the one Lucienne had fallen into heavily, “Everything alright?”

“Everything is fine, Matthew,” Lucienne smiles, and he can see she looks more “fondly exasperated” than “distraught”. “I simply just came from seeing Lord Morpheus. He is still on the shores of creation.”

It has been almost two weeks since Matthew had checked in on the dreams of light, and had made some rounds among some other groups of dreams and nightmares as well. His report for the Dream King had been similar for all of them: they were doing fine, there was no true trouble, but could still benefit from higher numbers due to the massive increase in dreamers over the past hundred years.

To the surprise of absolutely no one, Dream had taken that as a great personal failure and had immediately set to work creating rapidly and desperately. Last Matthew had checked on him, his fingers had been bleeding. He hadn’t even known that was a thing that could happen to him.

“Any luck?” Matthew asks.

Lucienne hums, and it’s so similar to how Dream does. It amuses Matthew how alike the two were, and he wonders who influenced the other more. “He is taking a brief break,” she very nearly rolls her eyes, “only to ensure that the quality of his work does not suffer from the quantity.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Sighing, Lucienne shakes her head fondly, “I love Lord Morpheus but he can be quite stubborn sometimes.”

Her words have Matthew perking up. To be honest he’s a little surprised he hadn’t thought of this sooner. “Actually, funny that you say that. Want to join a group project to help the boss out?”

~~~~

Lucienne is still pondering Matthew’s words (and there had been a lot of them) when she stumbles upon her lord in the Library. He is seated quietly at a small table tucked in the back, hands folded in front of him. There are no books on the table, and he seems lost in thought. Part of her wonders if she should leave him alone, but…

“Apparently he doesn’t think anyone like, actually loves him. Which honestly kind of explains why he always looks like he’s on the verge of tears. Shit, I’ve felt on the verge of tears since that Hob guy told me about it. Like, I just assumed he knew, y’know? How can he not know?”

“Good evening, Lord Morpheus,” Lucienne greeted with a smile, pulling him from his thoughts as he glanced up at her. Despite whatever he had been mulling over, he still smiles as he looks at her.

“Lucienne,” he dips his head in greeting, “I hope I am not intruding.”

It is his realm. It is him . And yet he still considers this space hers.

“Not in the slightest,” she assures him, “Was there anything I could assist you with? Or were you merely visiting?”

“Visiting,” he confirmed with a nod, “I just returned from the Waking,” he explained, “and I felt the need to. Collect myself, I suppose.”

Humming in consideration, a thought occurs to her, “I cannot help but notice you have been spending quite some time with a particular human in the Waking, my lord,” she teases, “Will we be welcoming a new consort soon?”

Lucienne’s voice is light and fond, a teasing smile on her face, and yet Morpheus’ face still drops. It reminds her of a flower wilting, and his eyes are just a little glassy before he turns his gaze to the floor.

“I apologize,” his words are tense, some mixture of frustration and sorrow.

“Whatever for?”

His eyes dart to glance at her skeptically, “I am aware, as I am sure you are as well, how troublesome my. Amorous pursuits are,” He straightens his back, steeling himself, “I shall restrain myself. You have my word.”

For a moment, Lucienne simply looks at him. He has changed so much, and yet is still so very much the same. In the past, he might not have apologized as he did now. But she recognizes the guilt and shame all the same.

Finally, she steps forward, sitting in the seat across from him, “You have nothing to apologize for.”

He snorted, shaking his head in disbelief, “Surely you resent the burden that comes with my being in love. You have every right to be cross with me for succumbing to such feelings once again.”

“And yet I am not.”

Morpheus lifts his head, looking at her more directly, brow furrowed in confusion, and so she continues, “I have never been upset with you. You love deeply, and that is not a bad thing. I have only ever been saddened to see your heart broken.”

“My heartbreak has always been well deserved,” he insists. “ My pain is just. The injustice is the burden I throw on those around me.” He looks down again, fists clenching, “I bring storms with my sorrow, I lose focus on my duty, I become overwhelmed with both the love and the loss.”

Lucienne hummed, “Those things may be true. But they do not make me love you less.”

His head snaps up so fast she thinks she hears a crack. He is wide-eyed in his disbelief, and it makes her want to cry. Morpheus has been prideful, and stern, and reticent with his words. But it was impossible not to know when Morpheus loved you, whether he said it or not. Even when he lashed out and struggled to grant her more responsibility, Lucienne never doubted Dream’s love for her. It pains her to think that he has not felt the same surety with her love for him.

“You are my lord, and you are my friend,” she states, voice even as she recites simple facts, “and I love you. Not because you do not have flaws, but because there is so much about you to love, and your flaws simply cannot deter me.”

Dream continued to stare, blinking slowly, like trying to solve a puzzle in his head. Eventually, he swallowed thickly, turning his gaze down to his own hands as he admitted softly, “You know me so well. Better than most. I was certain that this knowing could only end in your disdain.”

“Perhaps I know you better than you do,” Lucienne responded, a hint of mischief in her voice that Dream could not help but quirk a smile at.

Tilting his head, he recalled fondly, “Do you remember, so long ago, when the stories of the world were scattered through the Dreaming? Every time a page drifted past us, even if we were giving a tour to an important guest, you would fly after it.”

Lucienne laughed at the memory. She remembers how her feathers fluffed with agitation each time, offended at the chaos of it. Every story, written and unwritten, left to float freely through the dreaming, unbound pages swirling in the wind and catching on branches and pillars. Lucienne could never resist the urge to collect them. “My beak would be so full of pages I could barely see where I was flying.”

“How far you have come,” Dream smiled proudly, glancing at the towering shelves of stories around them, “From your little hoard of collected stories in the corner of the palace. To this.”

“Because you allowed it,” Lucienne pointed out. She had been nervous, when Lord Morpheus first discovered the piles of pages she had brought inside and pushed into the neatest stacks a raven was capable of. It only occurred to her decades later that he must have known from the beginning what she was doing. It was only when she began struggling with the size of her hoard, when she was brought near tears at knocking over one of her precious stacks with a stray wing, that the Dream King ‘found’ it.

And he gave her shelves, and bindings, and hands.

He shook his head, “I believe you would have made it happen regardless. A beakful of pages at a time. I merely made it easier.”

“And do you think that makes it count less?” Dream looked at her, head tilted in confusion, and she could not help but shake her head fondly, “Oh, Lord Morpheus, you can try to downplay your love all you like, but those of us who love you back will always see it regardless.”

There is another pause, his brow furrowed as he seems to consider this. Consider the idea that there are those who see him. They see him because they love him, and the seeing only makes them love him more. She wonders how he will take it. She hopes he doesn’t run away.

He doesn’t. Instead, he dips his head and smiles, “I. Am glad. It would pain me. If you did not know my care for you.”

“I know, Lord Morpheus,” Lucienne reached out, laying a hand over his, “I know.”

Squeezing his fingers just once, she leans back, smirking deviously, “Now,” she adjusts her glasses, keeping her tone light and professional, “tell me more about this human who has caught your attention. I must make sure he is good enough for you, of course.”

When Morpheus laughs, he sounds young, and happy, and loved.

~~~

“My friend,” Hob begins cautiously, “is everything alright?”

Dream has always been quiet, but tonight he is distracted . He seems far away and lost in thought, a furrow in his brow that Hob wants to smooth over with his fingers. There is music playing softly in the background, one of their quiet evenings of sharing stories and Hob gently showing Dream little bits of what humanity had created in his absence. He does not seem upset, exactly, but Hob still worries.

“I. Am fine,” Dream responds stiffly, and Hob can’t help but snort.

“For someone who claims the title ‘Prince of Stories’ you are a terrible liar.”

Dream glares at him, but there is no heat behind it. In fact, Hob is almost certain he sees his mouth twitch as though holding back a smile. Softening, he allows himself to scoot a little closer on the couch, until their legs are just barely brushing. “I’m serious, though,” he repeats, “Are you okay?”

Sighing, Dream glances down at his hands in his lap, “I am fine,” he insists, “I simply…” he takes a long moment to consider his words. When he speaks again, it is in a rush, as though he must push the words out before he loses them, “Matthew and Lucienne claim that they love me.”

Hob blinks, “Oh.” He is both pleased to know that Dream is being told, and confused by Dream’s reaction. “That’s good, isn’t it?”

Looking up at him, Dream looks… ashamed, “They are my subjects,” he explains, “I have power over them. In such a situation, is it not immoral to ask them to love me?”

“ Did you ask?” Hob presses, already knowing the answer, “Or did they choose to love you on their own?”

Dream does not answer, and he does not look comforted either. “And Death,” he ignores Hob’s question, “she has said… but is it not obligation to love your family?”

“It can feel like it sometimes, sure,” Hob answers carefully, “but in reality, no. Family can be complicated, but at the end of the day, love is never an obligation. It is in fact very possible to not love your family. If she loves you it’s because she loves you.”

At first, he doesn’t understand it. Why Dream seems to grow more anxious and fearful with each word Hob speaks in comfort. Hob is trying to reassure him that he is loved and yet his eyes are wide, jaw tense and hands clenched into tight fists. He looks cornered.

He looks, Hob realizes, like Hob himself had as a starving man in the 1600s. Like a man who had been given the barest scraps to keep him alive and was now bracing to have it stolen away.

“And you?” Dream whispers, “You have claimed to love me…” he searches Hob’s face desperately, his voice choked when he finally brings himself to ask, “... Why ?”

“Because it’s true.” Hob reaches out recklessly, because it’s too important not to. He laces their fingers together and leans forward to keep their eyes locked even when Dream tries to look away, “Because I do love you. You, Dream of the Endless. I love your dedication to your work, I love the way you speak, I love explaining humanisms to you. I love how hard you try, how you don’t give up even when you’re convinced you've failed. I love how much you care.”

He could go on forever. Reckless, daring, desperate, Hob lifts his other hand to cradle Dream’s cheek, feeling the way he sucks in a breath at the contact, “I love the look in your eyes when you experience kindness,” he strokes a thumb gently against the skin under Dream’s eye, “and I love you so much that I also hate that look in your eye… as if you’ve never experienced kindness. As if you’re not used to it. As if you don’t know what to do with it. I love you so much, and I want you to be loved more . I want everyone to love you.”

Dream does not need to breathe, and yet his chest is nearly heaving with shaking breaths, each of Hob’s words hitting him like a blow. He has to swallow a few times before he can manage to speak again. “I do not want everyone to love me,” he confesses, “I just…” Hob has never heard him sound so uncertain. So small. Dream has to look away before he is able to continue, “I want the love I have to be true . I know I am too much,” his voice drips with shame, “I know I love too hard. But it is because I want so badly to be loved in return the way I love. I do not require quantity. I just… I want… I want the people I love to love me back.”

Timidly, he looks up at Hob once more, and his voice cracks as he asks, “Is that selfish?”

“No,” Hob answered immediately, “That is very, very human.”

“I am not-”

“You are humanity’s dreams,” Hob interrupts, “And I promise you, humanity dreams of being loved in return.” Leaning forward, he pulls Dream gently closer, until their noses are nearly touching and they are sharing breath, “And you are, you know,” he whispers between them like a secret, “You are loved in return.”

“You cannot know how others feel for me,” Dream argues weakly.

“Perhaps,” Hob cannot help but smirk, “I mean, I do, but I know you won’t accept that. So accept this: I know how I feel for you. And I love you. I’ll say it however many times you need. I love you-”

“Stop.”

Dream’s eyes are clenched shut, and Hob can see the moisture caught on his eyelashes. But he’s not pulling away, and when Hob pulls back, he drifts after him. “I’ll stop talking if you want me to,” Hob offers, “I’ll stop touching you, if it’s too much,” He starts to pull his hands away and the tears finally spill down Dream’s cheeks, “But I won’t stop loving you.”

The words are barely out his mouth when Dream crashes into him. He nearly falls backwards, only just managing to keep them both from toppling over, his hands bracing against Dream to steady them. There is salt on Dream’s lips, and they tremble against Hob’s, and he can taste the words on them as clearly as if Dream had spoken them out loud.

Stay, his kiss begs, Stay, stay, stay.

“I love you, too,” Dream whispers against his lips, his hands curled in Hob’s shirt as though expecting him to pull away.

But Hob only pushes closer, wrapping his arms around Dream’s fragile figure. “I know,” he replies, pressing kisses to his mouth, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, “I know. I know you love me. And I love you back. I promise.”

Holding Dream tight in his arms, Hob knows that he will probably have to convince Dream again tomorrow. He will probably have to convince him again and again and again, and he doesn’t care. He loves him enough to remind him.

#the sandman #dreamling #my writing

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star-suh · 7 months

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So since you write for Jackson wang

I have a silly request

How about writing like one of those old wattpad fanfics where you get invited to his private VIP party and he ends up having sex with you and falling in love with you

I’d absolutely love to see your take on one of those fics

Not Your Typical Party

jackson wang x male reader

cw: top jackson, bttm m reader, friends to lovers trope, some fluff sprinkled, some angst sprinkled too (like crying, a bit and comforting), implied kinda drunk jackson during sex but he is conscious, passionate and rough sex at the same time, pet names, fingering, spit as lub, unprotected sex, mating press (kinda obsessed with it later teehee)

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it was friday night and y/n was getting ready to go to THE jackson wang's party, it is well known that he loves to throw wild vip parties in the most luxurious places in the city, so for y/n it was like a goal accomplished being capable of assist to at least one of those. it happened during one of y/n's walks, he accidentally bumped into jackson, his old college friend/crush. "y/n?" says jackson "woah, i almost didn't recognize you without your glasses. how's your life going?" he asked. "hehe, nothing much" answered y/n "just working". "you should take a break, it will do good to you" recommended the man "i'm organizing a party this friday night, come enjoy all the night" he smiled at y/n making him a bit flustered "ah… ye-yeah" he stuttered. "here give me your number" says jackson passing to y/n his phone so he can type his number on it, "done" answered the flustered guy, "ok, see you later pal" he says while waving his hand "ah, put on those glasses you look cute with them" he yells while entering his car.

—

"well, let's go" said y/n nervously opening the doors, he thought that his feelings for jackson were gone but no… they're there. he was received by lots of colored neon lights, people drinking, dancing and swimming in the pool, there was a sexy shirtless dj accompanied by lots of girls and a boy sitting who was kinda sad, y/n felt bad for him and was gonna ask him what happened "oh there you are" yelled jackson y/n turned towards the voice meeting a jackson in a robe and long pants, he was shirtless showing his perfect abs "oh h-hey" stuttered y/n "like the view? you're stuttering" mocked and laughed jackson "come here take a drink" y/n did as he said "i'll come later" jackson waves a goodbye and left y/n in a table drinking.

minutes have passes and y/n was getting bored, this definitely wasn't a place for him, all people having fun but not him "i guess it was a bad idea coming here" he says circling the bottle's tip. y/n stands up and went to the bathroom, find jackson to say goodbye and leave.

"oh hey" y/n says to get jackson's attention who was talking to some girls "talk to you later" he says to the girls and went straight to y/n "what happened?" he asks. "nothing" replied y/n touching the back of his neck embarrassed "just wanted to say goodbye i have to go now". "no, please don't go" says the drunk man, grabbing y/n by the hand and dragging him towards a room, jackson's bedroom. "please stay with me" begged jackson starting to kiss y/n who opened his eyes wide in surprise but just let himself go enjoying the delicious and wet kiss "you taste like many liquors" said y/n making jackson smile.

the clothes of both were being discarded one by one with jackson touching every inch of y/n's sexy body "so fucking sexy. and just for me" growled the man on y/n's ear. jackson started to grope y/n's ass and squeeze it very hard "hng" moaned y/n. "yes like that. moan for me pretty" whispered jackson kissing y/n's shoulders and the bottom doing the same with jackson's collarbones.

jackson lifted one of y/n's leg with a hand while fingering him with the other. "please, just put it in already" whimpered y/n wanting to feel jackson inside him "as you wish prince". both lay down in bed and jackson introduced his cock in y/n then leaving it in there without moving so y/n would get used to the sensation. "you don't how much i've craved this. i love you" y/n then realizes what he just said and look directly at jackson's eyes "oh i'm sorry" said y/n embarrassed. "what do you mean?" asked jackson, "it's nothing" y/n was scared, he didn't know how jackson was going to react, he was dumb for saying that in the middle of sex, many mixed emotions made y/n start to cry.

"shush, don't cry pretty boy" whispered jackson "it's ok, don't cry" he says wiping y/n tears and hugged him "it's ok, let it all out" he rubs y/n's back. seeing how he calmed down a bit jackson says "it's ok, you know why?" looking at y/n with loving eyes "i love you too silly" he smiles and kisses y/n who was shocked, his all-life crush just said that he loves him? y/n can't believe it. "and as proof of my love for you i'm gonna make you mine tonight" jackson bit y/n's ear and started to thrust. y/n was happy for what he just heard "fill me with your love then" he says hugging jackson as hard as he can…

in a mating press position jackson was drilling y/n so hard that the bed started to shake "i'm not gonna stop until you're full of my love, i don't care if the bed breaks" the party man assured y/n couldn't say anything just moans and whimpers, feeling jackson reaching his sweet spot with every thrust. he then slip all his cock out leaving just the tip inside y/n's puffy gaping hole and then slammed again, doing the same thing like 10 times again. y/n started to jerk off feeling that sensation in his stomach "i'm gonna cum jackson" drool spilling out of his mouth "cum for me baby" says the top, kissing y/n and playing with his nipples to make him cum fast. "i'm c-cumming" yelled y/n shooting his cum landing on his abdomen and jackson's chest and some on his chin, he then cleans it with his thumb and lick it "so tasty" says jackson. "get ready to get filled" says jackson speeding up his pace, the loud music outside covering the skin slapping sounds "receive all my love and don-don't waste it" he says feeling he is very close "love. love. love. receive. all. my. lovee~" every word accompanied by a hard thrust, cumming finally in the last one and filling y/n's insides with his sperm. "i love you so much prince" says jackson laying at the side of y/n caressing his face, "i love you too" y/n replies…

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it was morning, both already cleaned up and jackson accompanied y/n to the front door passing by drunk people sleeping everywhere in the garden. "ok then, see you later i guess" says y/n shyly waving "wait, hold on" yells jackson making y/n turn around to face him "here let me put them on you" he puts the glasses on y/n and adjusts his hair "you look cute on them" he says once again making y/n flustered "don't say that" y/n pushes jackson's shoulder who just laughed "why don't you wait for me to get ready and i take you in my car?... and i can invite you to have breakfast in a cafeteria i know, food there is delicious. what do you think?" he asks, "sounds good for me. just don't be late" answered y/n.

jackson kissed y/n leaving him surprised "it's a date then" he goes quickly to change clothes and y/n just looks at him with his face red as a tomato "fuck… i blush too easily... damn!" he thinks.

#jacksong wang x male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #male reader #got7 x male reader #wang jackson x male reader #male reader smut #fluff attempt #angst attempt

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turbulentscrawl · 3 months

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Helloo!, I love your writing so much I actually redownloaded tumblr to be here🙏

I'm such a fool for angst, if you're willing could you do a part two of "reminders of the horrors"?(specifically luchino's part it's so good), perhaps showing the aftermath once the reader "respawns"?

Any excuse to write my favorite lizard man ewe

Just Luchino for now, I'll do this for the others if requested later

warnings: hurt&comfort, mentions of gore and body horror

‘Come see me when you’re ready,’ the note had said. It was Luchino’s penmanship, that sharp, semi-cursive scrawl. You weren’t ready—your throat still ached like the gaping wound was there—but you went to him anyway, out of concern.

And you had right to be, you realized, when you found Luchino sitting at the desk in his office space with dark circles under his eyes. Though he was obsessed with his work, it was unlike Luchino to forego sleep. He glances up when the door creaks open and shuts his notes as soon as he registers that it’s you, yet another odd thing.

“There you are,” he says, softly. “Come here.” He looks you over from his seat, watches as you come in, close the door behind you, and lock it. He pushes his chair away from the desk and holds out his hand to you. It’s an invitation you’re familiar with, but the mood is different. Heavier. Your hand slides into Luchino’s like a key into a lock, and he guides you to sit on his lap. Once you’re comfortable, he props his feet up on his desk, and keeps you flush against his chest with his other arm around your waist.

“You should have rested more,” Luchino sighs with that slight hiss of his. His thumb caresses your knuckles. “It still hurts, doesn’t it? It’s probably best you don’t speak for a while.” Your expression must give away your shock at his knowing because he chuckles. His jaw shifts as he chews on a thought, working it into words you’re not sure he’s going to say. But after several long moments of this, Luchino tips his head back to stare at the ceiling, seeming deflated. You kiss the column of his throat, and though it doesn’t seem to soothe him it at least puts the ghost of a smile on his face.

“I still remember turning into a Hunter,” he admits. You freeze almost violently, first with complete shock, then confusion. You came along after Luchino did…but according to everyone else the Evil Reptilian had been at the manor first. Luchino glances at you from the corner of his eye and continues. “Time works strangely here. Everyone knows that, but…I don’t particularly expect anyone to believe me when I say he came from me. It sounds preposterous, after all.

“But I can recall living here before my Hunter-self with great clarity, and I can remember all the agony of my change into him. The growing pains, the structural change of bones and muscle, the burning growth of scales, and ache of carnivorous teeth pushing mine out…. Some days it feels like it’s still happening.” Luchino’s voice falls as he explains it all, until he’s speaking only in a whisper. He faces you again, your noses almost touching. “I remember knowing with great certainty that I was becoming a creature who could not resist his impulses. And not caring at all.”

“Why have you never told me about this?” You ask, croaking, sympathetic tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh, don’t make such a face for me,” Luchino coos and chuckles. He lets go of your hand to instead stroke your cheek with gentle fingers. “I’m not telling you now for pity.”

No, you already know why he’s telling you. You know him well enough to see the turmoil behind his composure. He’s worried for you, for the lingering pains like his own, and ashamed of the version of himself that caused them. He’s a dominant partner; it was his job to possess and protect you, and he felt he had gone against that in some twisted way.

“And I don’t need yours,” you assert. Luchino’s eyebrows twitch up, amused at your sternness. “Death will happen here, it’s an inescapable part of our lives. So when it comes for me, when it hurts…just kiss it better for me.”

Luchino barks a single laugh, smiling wide and adoringly. For just a moment, you think his eyes look a little misty. His lips meet your cheek, your jaw, your sore throat. His one arm coils tighter around you, the other falling to rub your thigh, and when you exhale it feels like melting into him.

“That, my treat, I can certainly do.”

#idv x reader #identity v #luchino diruse x reader #idv professor #turbulentscrawl

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ryxiez · 1 year

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Lazy Day

Leviathan x gn!Reader

Super Fluffy, comfort, and almost tooth rotting

This is just a short fic I made while feeling touched starved

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You were not feeling your best today. The combination of school work and the chaotic brothers fighting all the time had your energy running low but your stress running high. Homework and tests were thrown at you left and right, almost like nobody could understand that a human couldn't comprehend this amount of work.

However, you knew just what you needed to fix burdening crisis.

*knock knock*

"What's the password." His voice called from behind the wooden door.

"The second lord... blah, blah, blah." You respond with a sigh, not wanting to play these kinds of games at the moment, no matter how many times you found it to be the cutest thing in the past.

"Fine, come on in." He said as you already had the door open, knowing that he wouldn't deny you access anyway. You were his one "true friend" after all.

You shut the door softly behind you as you entered the dark blue room. Your eyes remind half lidded while adjusting to the change in brightness and your over sized comfy clothes absorbed your whole figure. Levi didn't bother to turn around to look at you however, he stayed fixated on his gaming device in hand, playing something about fire and emblems.

"Hey Levi?" You said in a hushed voice, almost ready to fall asleep on the floor as you approached him in his classic gaming chair.

"Hmm?" He said while turning his head slightly your way, but his eyes were still glued to the action packed screen. Pressing buttons non-stop, he seemed unbothered by your presence, but on the inside he was panicking. Did he do something wrong? Did you never want to see him again?

"Can I please just cuddle with you, I need a little attention to help me rest at the moment..." You stated, getting straight to the point of your sudden visit. You didn't have the energy to beat around the bush anyways. Moving towards him, your hands spun around his gaming chair once he paused his game and finally looked at you.

Your hair was a little messy while you had the most comfortable looking outfit on. You could say he was jealous of your coziness, but he was too consumed in how cute you looked right now to even care. His heart melted and skipped multiple beats as his face became red in color.

"W- why would you come to a g- gross otaku like me? I bet I'm the least comforting person out there." He asks while he lowers his gaze, no longer looking you in the eyes.

"Levi, please don't say those things. You are the only person who can make me feel better right now... so please?" You said as you fiddled with your sleeves before reaching your arms out, inviting or asking the purpled haired demon for a hug

"O- ok." He stuttered as he finally set the gaming device aside and opened his arms up for you as well. Smiling, you crawled into his lap. Your arms snaking around his waist, bringing him into a tight hug.

You may have squeezed him a bit to hard at first and broke him for a minute, but soon he wrapped his arms around you in return. Resting his chin onto the top of your head, simultaneously rubbing small circles into your back. Taking a deep breath, he finally started to relax along with you.

His face still burned red from the close contact, but the biggest smile also rested on his face. It wasn't like he was going to admit it anytime soon, but Levi enjoyed your touch very much.

He loved the way he could listen to your heart beat if he tried hard enough. He loved the way his breathing would automatically start to match yours after a while of being in each others embrace. He loved how you came to him, out of all of his other brothers, for comfort and relaxation.

But most importantly he loved you and nothing could change that.

His hand continued to trace little shapes into the small of your back as you were already off in dream land. His touch finally putting you to sleep after the long day you had.

However, he soon felt him self do the same. Sinking into the cushion of his chair, he nuzzled his check onto the top of your head, his hold on you getting tighter as he breathed in your blissful sent.

Before he knew it, he was off dreaming with you by his side. You were the royalty and he was your knight in shining armor.

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leaderoffestivals · 19 days

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Harukawa Sora FS2 4*: Way of the Finishing Move

Sora: HuHu~! This achievement is only possible thanks to everyone here at SHIN. Sora can call himself a Finishing Move Master now~ ♪

Scenario Writer: Kanata Haruka Season: Winter Characters: Harukawa Sora, Mikejima Madara. Kiryu Kuro, Amagi Hiiro, Morisawa Chiaki, Nagumo Tetora

< In the Training Room.>

Sora: Please help Sora out with training. Thank you so much!

Madara: Yep, that’s the situation right there! I hope everyone can come together to help Sora-san achieve his wish, somehow ☆

Tetora: No, wait. Even if you say “That’s the situation right there”, I haven’t the foggiest clue what the situation is at all… …

Chiaki: I'm in the same boat too. However, it’s the duty of a hero to help those in need. If Harukawa wishes to train with me, I’ll be his training partner for however long it takes!

Kuro: Hmm. I don’t mind either, but can we at least know why you want to train with us?

One can’t really train without knowing what the goal is, after all.

Sora: Yes! Sora REALLY wants to master a finishing move! It’s the Forward Downward Diagonal Punch~ (2) ♪

Hiiro: Hmm? What’s a forward downward diagonal punch? Is it a kind of spell or something?

Tetora: OH! Could it be a command from that fighting game? You know, the famous one!

Kuro: Oh, that one, huh? The one that’s surprisin'ly tricky to execute properly. I see, I get what you’re talkin’ about now.

Any guy would wanna try imitatin’ the techniques they see in manga and games at least once.

Harukawa, you probably want to try out the moves you’ve been usin' in yer fighting games, am I right?

Sora: HaHa~! Bin~go, Red Onii-san. Sora will award you a flower seal~ (3)

In the beginning, Sora tried asking Shisho and Senpai for advice, but they’re not very knowledgeable about martial arts at all.

That’s why Sora ended up practising in the dorm room while looking at the game screen, you know~?

Madara: Hahaha. And when I came back and saw Sora-san performing a strange dance in our dorm room, I couldn’t help joining in the dance as wellll ♪

Sora: Urgh. It’s not a dance, okay~. It’s a Finishing Move!

Madara: Whoops! Sorry, my bad! You’re absolutely right. Anyway, that’s the reason why I invited you here after seeing you so worked up about it after all.

Everything has a purpose and place. If it’s a place to practise martial arts you need, then there's no better place for you than SHIN after aaall!

Madara: Now then. For that reason, once again—Would everyone be willing to help Sora-san fulfil his wish?

Great! It seems like everyone is willing to lend a hand! Well then, let us start our Circle activities without delay ♪

Tetora: Now, Sora-kun, try loosening your fists a little. Don’t rely solely on your fists to strike—try twisting your hips to inject more power into your punch!

Sora: Got it! TAKE! THAT! And THAT!

Chiaki: Whoa, you're looking good! Those punches of yours have some serious power behind them ♪

Sora: HiHi~! Punching rhythmically like this makes it feel like Sora’s playing a fun music game! It’s almost as if Sora can see the notes coming in from the front, huh~?

TAKE! THAT! And THAT! Sora will be trying his best to aim for a Full Combo now ♪

Kuro: Oi, oi. You shouldn’t be losin’ yer focus and thinkin' of other games during warmup, should you?

If you get too carried away, you’ll run outta steam and bonk before achievin’ yer goal, Harukawa.

Sora: You’re right! Thank you, Red Onii-san. Sora will remember that since Sora doesn’t have much stamina.

However, doing this is so much fun, it feels like Sora’s health is actually being replenished instead~ ♪

Madara: HAHAHA! Sora-san seems perfectly warmed up nowww!

Let's strike while the iron is hot! Now that warm-up is done, shall we move on to the training for your Finishing Move?

Sora: Yes, please! Sora will be in your care!

Tetora: Anyway, for those who are unfamiliar with fighting games, I’ve managed to find a video demonstrating the technique.

Madara: Oh, that’s helpful. … … Hmm, hmm. I see nowww. It’s that kind of move, huh?

Madara: Hm~mm. Performing this move leaves you wide open for a counterattack, doesn’t it? It doesn't seem very practical for actual combat at aaall.

Hiiro: Hmm. I agree with Madara-senpai. The part where you jump after landing a fist on the opponent's chin is totally unnecessary.

If your attack misses, you won’t be able to dodge while in mid-air, and end up exposing your flank and other vulnerable areas.

Kuro: Oi, oi, you guys. Stop goin’ outta yer way to say things to crush Harukawa’s dream.

Chiaki: Exactly, you two. Saying stuff like that feels like you’re interrupting a hero’s transformation scene!

Tetora: Moves like these are cooler when they’re hot-blooded and flashy, aren’t they? It’s so not cool to rain on other people’s parades!

Anyway, Sora-kun, could you show us the Finishing Move you’ve got now? We won’t be able to give proper advice until we know what needs fixing, right?

Sora: Got it! Sora will show you his punch at full power~! Here it goes… …

HaHa! Forward Downward Diagonal Punch~ ♪

Tetora: Here, I’ve recorded Sora-kun’s move as it is now. Let's take a look at it.

Sora: Hm~mm? There’s no force behind it at all~. This isn’t a Finishing Move, it’s just an ordinary jump.

Sora has a long, long way to go after all~. What in the world is Sora doing wrong, Sora wonders?

Hiiro: Well, I think your small size is a major reason why you lack power, Sora-kun. The person using this move in the game is very muscular, after all.

Madara: That’s true, but having a small build doesn’t mean one can’t generate an impact, right? With a little technique, even small things can be made to appear huge, you knowww?

And Chiaki-san, with his rich experience in hero shows and stunt work, should be able to offer some insights on how to achieve that, riiight ♪

Chiaki: Ahaha… I think the same could be said of you, Mikejima-san.

However, it’s true that I can give some advice based on my experience to you.

The key idea to remember is—to contract when needed, and to extend when needed.

For instance, right before jumping, you should fully contract to gather as much power as you possibly can—

—and then unleash all that power at the moment of the jump, extending fully into the punch as you connect with your opponent’s chin.

If you do that, you’ll have an impressively flashy uppercut!

Sora: Hm~mm? Um… … So, contracting fully before extending—?

Tetora: Ahaha. Morisawa-senpai just dumped a bunch of unexpected theory on you, huh. It’s detailed, but then, it might be hard to understand this advice just by listening.

Kuro: In that case, why don’t I demonstrate what that means for ya? Pay close attention, Harukawa—

Kuro: HERE GOES—!

Tetora: WOW! As expected of you, Taishou! That was incredibly powerful just now!

Sora: Yes! It felt like the character from the game was right in front of our eyes!

Kuro: Haha, thanks fer the compliment. But more importantly, did you understand how the move works from what you saw just now, Harukawa?

Sora: Yes, Sora has got it perfectly~. Sora will give it a go, so please watch carefully! Here it goes~~

EIYAAA—!

Sora: Urm, how was that? Did Sora manage to perform the Finishing Move properly just now?

Chiaki: That’s amazing, Harukawa! That was powerfully and perfectly done!

Hiiro: Umu! I felt a powerful intensity that made me instinctively raise my guard just now!

Oh, I get it. The key to this technique lies in this very intensity. With such an effect, there’ll be no opportunity for the opponent to attack Sora-kun's exposed flank or back because their guard will be raised high despite themselves!

Sora: HuHu~! This achievement is only possible thanks to everyone here at SHIN. Sora can call himself a Finishing Move Master now~ ♪

AH! However, there are still many Finishing Moves Sora has not mastered yet, so it might still be too early for Sora to call himself a Finishing Move Master now, huh… …?

Madara: Hoho~! It appears there are still many techniques Sora-san wishes to learn about!

This is a good opportunity, so let’s practise other Finishing Moves today as well~

Sora: In that case, let’s all fire out Energy Blasts together! It’s Down Diagonal Forward Punch~ (4) ♪

Kuro: Harukawa, that’s hella impossible, even fer me… …

The End

Translator’s notes:

必殺技 (hi-satsu-waza) in the title: Sure-kill-technique or finishing move in computer games.

Sora is saying the controller commands which will activate the 昇龍拳 ShoRyuKen in the fighting game, Street Fighter.

3. Sora says 花丸 Hanamaru here: This refers to the encircled flower seal (equivalent to a gold star) JP teachers award to children for good work at school. It looks like this.

4. Sora just suggested that everyone perform the 波動拳 Hadouken in Street Fighter.

5. It's not proofed, so if you spot anything and/or wish to give feedback, please DM me.

#ensemble stars #enstars tl #harukawa sora #mikejima madara #kiryu kuro #nagumo tetora #morisawa chiaki #amagi hiiro #SHIN #FS2 4*#Way of the Finishing Move #Pop Culture Reference #Street Fighter #Madara helping others to achieve their goal is my jam #Thank you Kanata Haruka-san for such a sweet Sora and SHIN story!

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olderthannetfic · 9 months

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I feel a lot more excluded and isolated in fandom than I used to back when I first joined around 2015.

I know it was actually just luck that I happened to choose to follow a handful of people who made fandom feel this way, but there was this always such an inclusive vibe back then. Fic writers made it a point to kind of, invite their readers to stand on an equal footing with them. I remember the 'popular cool kids cliques' being writers and artists, but also including people who didn't make anything themselves. Very occasionally they'd make original posts but mostly their 'role' in fandom was just to talk to and support the people who made stuff, and they were still in all the inner circles.

Like there was an active effort to spread the message that you can be a part of the community, and your presence is important too, even just as an audience member - if you at least actively participate in the conversations sometimes. And I feel like it's fully turned back around now. Nobody wants mostly lurkers around anymore, public spaces are shrinking in favor of discord, and nobody is interested in trying to make friend with the rando who occasionally drops in to say a lot of nice things about your fics but who isn't good enough with people to try to get a conversation going.

Idk I just keep seeing fandom events or even polls where people will just hang out and chat and it's very clear that even if the event is fully unrelated to writing only writers are welcome and it makes me feel like shit. Making friends is never a walk in the park for me to begin with but now I feel like I have an extra obstacle to clear. I miss the feel I used to have of fandom being less cagey and ashamed and more welcoming.

TL;DR I wish I still had or could make some new fandom friends lol

2015, huh?

The bad news is that making friends was always potentially hard for the entire history of the world and will likely continue to be so aside from pockets of luck. The good news is that nothing has changed so radically since 2015 that you couldn't get lucky again.

I gotta tell you, as someone who gets approached a lot, has almost exclusively fandom friends, and loves people... Being expected to do all the work is a big, big turn off.

I'm always happy to see people who actively participate in conversations. That's not lurking.

I'm terrible with usernames or remembering people online as individuals if I haven't seen their actual face, but I do remember a lot of people who comment regularly here. There's someone I talk to all the time in private now whom I met through comments and who's one of my more treasured online friendships.

But if people truly are "mostly lurkers", I'm going to forget who they are. If someone is bad with people and therefore expects me to get every conversation going… well… that's pretty exhausting.

I think the biggest keys to friendship are finding people you're already naturally compatible with and then consistency. You have to find people who are a good fit, and you have to show up if you want them to know you care.

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rinnsdiaries · 1 year

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14:30

🐧Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x black reader

🐧Summary: teasing Katsuki leads to a punishment

🐧Warnings: cursing, spanking, oral (fem rec) vaginal sex

🐧Word Count: 1500

A/N: Hi! welcome and thanks for reading! so this is the first time I'm publishing any of my work so please don't hesitate to let me know what you think in the comments. I take requests so feel free to request something

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“fuck” you cry out as Katsuki’s large palm makes contact with you ass

“Count” he orders, voice strong and commanding. His hand makes contact with your left ass cheek, and you know from the strength of the first hit that it’s only going to get harder and harder.

“t-two” you stutter out, mentally preparing yourself for when you finally get to ten. You feel his hand make contact with your ass again and you groan out, the slight sting where

“three” you whine, you’re barely able get the word out when you feel his hand lands two more hard slaps on each cheek.

“fuck!” you groan, “four, shit four” you mumble out, ready for the last few hits because you know after you finish your punishment that your finally going to get what you misbehaved all evening for.

his cock

The gang had all come over for dinner and Katsuki made you promise you’d be on your best behavior, because lately the two of you had been going at it like bunnies, you couldn’t help it, its not your fault he looked so fucking sexy in his hero costume.

And pair that with the fact that he’s got a 3 day weekend. Oh god

For the last two days the two of you have done nothing but fuck and eat, since he had a little mini break until he had to go back to work the two of you figured to that having sex constantly would be a good use of the time.

But you and Katsuki had invited the bakugang over for dinner at your house and so he made you promise that you’d wait till everyone left to try anything. He even fucked you about thirty minutes before the guys showed up, bending you over the table and pounding ruthlessly into you as he whispered how much he loved your tight pussy, while rubbing hard, fast circles on your clit.

But the promise didn’t last long because as soon as all of you sat down your hand found his lower thigh, he didn’t think much of it in the beginning because the two of you were always innocently touching each other, but as your hand continued to travel further and further up he knew whatever it was you were about to do would be considered innocent.

He grabs your hand before it could reach his dick and places it back in your own lap, sending a warning glare in your direction, but you just smiled back at him as if what you were doing was completely innocent.

As you all begin to eat dinner your advances seemed to have stopped, at least that’s what Katsuki thought, but a few minutes into dinner your hand returns to its previous spot on his thigh, handing slowly inching closer and closer to his dick.

He almost chokes when your hand find the outline of his hardening member and you grasp it tightly, he fakes a cough as everyone’s head turns toward him, yours included. He almost rolls his eyes at the fake look of concern on your face as you remove your hand from his cock and begin to lightly pat his back.

“are you okay?” you ask softly, and he just nods before everyone turns their attention back to the food in front of them.

Clearly his glares weren’t working so instead he leans over and whispers in your ear. “you better stop it, because the longer you keep this up the worse your punishment becomes” he says, voice practically a growl and you have bite the inside of your cheek to keep from moaning out loud.

You absolutely loved your punishments, especially getting spanked, the way your ass would be sore, and it’d hurt to sit down for a couple of days was most definitely worth it.

For the rest of dinner your torment to his now rock-hard cock continued, you would go from rubbing it softly over his pants to sticking your hand inside the waistband and stroking him.

But if that wasn’t bad enough he watches as you gather his precum on the tips of your fingers and slowly suck them into your mouth. his eyes widen and his lips part, tongue sticking out to wet his lips.

He looks around at the other people sitting at the table trying to make sure nobody just saw what you did. When he turns his attention back to you, your swirling your tongue around you fingers and he has to fake another cough to stop from groaning. God how were you so fucking hot?

After dinner had ended and you all said your goodbyes, Katsuki had barely waited until the front door closed all the way before pushing you up against the wall, hand finding your throat and applying a little pressure, he knew you liked being choked.

“You think your funny don’t you? You couldn’t even wait a couple of hours?” he asks but instead of waiting for a response his mouth is on yours. He grabs the back of your thighs and signals for you to jump, which you do. His hand finds your ass and he lands a hard slap to one of the cheeks. He leads you into the bedroom and tosses you on the bed

“Strip” he commands and your quick to get off the bed, hands finding the bottom of your shirt ready to pull it up when he holds a handout to stop you “slowly” he says, taking a seat on the bed as he watches you strip out of your clothes.

Turning to face him you begin taking off your shirt, flinging it somewhere in the room, your bra soon following.

You turn around with your back facing Katsuki bending down as take off the pants you were wearing, your underwear coming off too, seductively wiggling your ass a bit as he groans.

When your finally naked, he pulls you down over his lap, ass in the air as you wait excitedly for him to begin.

The last hit is always the hardest, his hand comes down fast and hard “ten!” you scream out, pussy soaking wet, your slick dripping down onto the sheets beneath you.

Katsuki gently massages your now red ass cheeks as he tells you how good you did, how proud of you he is. You turn around and lay on your back, wincing when your ass makes contact with the bed, you slowly look up at him, noticing the way his dick is rock hard, still confined by his jeans.

Before you even have time to take your eyes away from the bulge in his pants, he’s quickly pulling your legs apart, causing you to let out a gasp at the suddenness. Within seconds his head in between your legs and his tongue is licking a long strip up your slit.

“fuckk, Kats” you groan out, hands instantly finding his hair and tugging on it, as your back arches off of the bed.

His tongue continues to lap up your juices before his lips wrap your clit and he sucks hard, tongue swirling around the bud.

Two thick fingers are being pushed inside you walls, and your still stretched out from earlier so he begins thrusting them in fast, quickly setting a pace.

After a few minutes of him ruthlessly finger fucking your poor cunt, he pulls his fingers out and you whine at the sudden emptiness, but it doesn’t last long because he’s quickly thrusting his cock into you.

You’re not even sure when he took his pants off but you don’t have much time to dwell on it because the delicious drag of his cock inside your gummy walls is enough to have your mind going cloudy, your only thoughts about just how good his dick feels inside of you.

He barely gives you any time to adjust before he’s roughly thrusting into you. Loud moans fall from your lips and he bends down and places his lips on yours.

A few minutes later and you already feel the familiar tightening in your stomach, clenching tightly around him as your orgasm approaches.

“You gonna cum already?” he asks as he feels you clenching tightly around him, all you can do is nod. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip and you suck it into your mouth without hesitation.

His thumb finds your clit and begins rubbing fast circles. “cum for me” he says and his tone is enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you. He follows soon after, spilling inside of you, coating your walls in your favorite shade of white.

The two of you lay there for a few minutes before he gets up and heads toward the bathroom. He returns a few minutes later and gently picks you up walking you in the bathroom and sitting you down on the counter.

He finishes running the bath and tosses your favorite bath bomb inside, he gets you settled inside and sits behind you as he begins to gently massage your shoulders, placing soft kisses on your neck and whispering how much he loves you in your ear.

#my hero acedamia #my hero fanfic #my hero smut #bnha #bhna x you #bnha smut #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo fic #katsuki bakugo mha #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsukibakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bakugo smut #bakugo katuski

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angelsdemonsandhumans · 9 months

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You decide to invite everyone into the human world's mansion of the brothers, to play a challenge with them.

20) 👒Do the "At Least I" challenge.👒

; A bit angsty? And possible spoilers.

• Of course, the brothers didn't refuse to come, every excuse is perfect to spend time with you. Lucifer seemed undecided, but eventually he showed up too.

• Diavolo and Barbatos also showed up (Diavolo confessed to you that it took a long time to convince Barbatos to let him go, but in the end he gave in).

• And the angels were the first to arrive.

• Once everyone was placed in circle on the ground, you could start talking.

• ❝So? What's this all 'bout?❞

• And finally, with an evil grin on your face, you could reveal the challenge you had in mind.

• You found yourself handing your phone in the center of the circle, as most of the components (minus Leviathan, Asmodeus, Lucifer and Solomon) didn't understand what the challenge was about.

• ❝That looks kinda mean, Mc.. are you sure? and not everyone here know each other enough to pick on like that❞

• And after that sentence Barbatos suddenly felt observed.

• In the end you played anyway. Or rather, you were all almost awkwardly silent, because no one knew how to start.

• ❝...screw this! At least I am not so desperate to fall in love with a 2d character!❞

• Leviathan gave such a powerful "gasp" that the walls could have shaken.

• And so the challenge began.

• ❝At least I don't get constantly punished and yelled at by my older brother because I'm IMMATURE!❞

• Honestly the fact that they started it was great. They had so many things to say to each other.

• ❝Do we have to randomly go in the conversation and roast them?❞

• You didn't really have to answer, because they started doing it on their own.

• ❝At least I don't always need to eat like a starved man!❞

• ❝At least I don't stay locked in my room because I have no social skills❞

• ❝HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE AN INSULT?! THAT'S A GOOD THING! PEOPLE ARE SO ANNOYING! ESPECIALLY.. NORMIES!❞

• ❝At least I don't feel the need to scream every time a person hurts my feelings..❞ and he yawned.

• Simeon and Luke were shocked.

• Diavolo laughed at it, while Barbatos didn't know how to react.

• Solomon came close to his ear and whispered something; the demon glared at him.

• ❝At least I don't have to toil till my head bleeds to have a pact with the Avatar of Pride.❞

• Barbatos and Solomon gave each other two passive aggressive smiles.

• Even Asmodeus and Satan started dissing each other, Lucifer occasionally looked at Diavolo, while Simeon and Luke crawled to sit next to you, scandalized.

• ❝It's just a game don't worry.. and plus, they do this every day. I am used to hear them scream❞

• ❝AT LEAST I DON'T FEEL LIKE I AM A COPY OF SOMEONE ELSE❞

• Silence.

• A lot of silence.

• Too much silence.

• Instinctively you grabbed Simeon's hand, ready to run for your life, but Satan laughed.

• ❝At least I don't need to cover me up in make up everyday in fear of my beauty to vanish, because If I am not beautiful I am worthless.❞

• No matter how bad the situation got, Diavolo seemed to enjoy himself. Lucifer a little less.

• ❝AT LEAST I DON'T ACT LIKE A NOUSANCE❞

• ❝AT LEAST I AM NOT AS MUCH WORTHLESS AS YOU ARE❞

• ❝AT LEAST I DON'T HAVE TROUBLE DEMONSTRATING MY FEELINGS❞

• ❝AT LEAST SOMEONE WILL NOT LOVE ME ONLY FOR MY LOOK.❞

• ❝At least I am not so noisy and annoying like you all are❞

• ❝WELL, AT LEAST WE DIDN'T KILL MC!❞

• You widened your eyes.

• It was many years ago, you didn't expect that topic to be brought up. Belphegor seemed suddenly wide awake and shocked.

• ❝Pretty noisy, huh? Was this your intent?❞ Solomon turned over to you who were snuggling over Simeon shoulder.

• ❝Well they fell low.. At least I have some common sense❞

• ❝At least I control all my powers just fine❞

• You took a look at him

• ❝At least I could easily make a pact with Lucifer❞

• Solomon rolled his eyes and looked at Simeon. ❝At least I didn't rob to save you from a possible death❞

• ❝At least I did not see any loved one I had die before my eyes and could do anything about it❞ Simeon had prepared it.

• ❝Mc, don't you think you should stop this before they truly destroy the living room?❞

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l'll be right by your side

pairing⁀➷ lando norris x fem!reader

word count⁀➷ 600 more or less

summary⁀➷ “I know you're hurting but that's alright. Because even the strongest people, they feel weak sometimes"

warnings⁀➷ breakup, crying, use of nickname (cupcacke), female reader, fluff, use of y/n, pining maybe?

a/n⁀➷ (as always, tell me if I missed a warning pls) This is based on a song I found on TikTok a while ago before the original song was released. (it’s by jonah kagen & ryan mack)

It was a relationship that would last forever. Your one true love. At least that was what you thought.

"It just isn't the same between us anymore. I don't… feel the same." you looked at him, your heart felt heavy. You knew what he was going to say, yet you asked him, "What do you mean?" your voice nearly on the edge of breaking apart.

"I'm breaking up with you , y/n." he said. You felt the tears building up in your eyes but you refused to cry in front of him. You knew that if you opened your mouth right now, you wouldn't be able to hold the tears back.

So you just nodded. You couldn't believe it, you didn't want to.

He felt like your love story.

And when he left, it felt like he took your heart with him too.

Not thinking, you just put on your shoes and a hoodie.

The tears were now streaming down your face. You knew where you wanted to go and it was as if you knew it was going to be alright the moment you would arrive.

The night was silent, you felt the cold night air wrapping itself around you like a blanket. It wasn't a log walk but on your way, you felt like you were coming closer to your safe place with every step you took.

You knocked on the door and hit the bell twice. A signal you always did, 'showing' it was you. You heard someone literally running towards the door and then, seconds after you knocked, the door opened.

"Cupcake.." Lando saw your tears and stopped in his tracks. He didn't say anything he just took your hand and dragged you in. While he closed the door you had already made your way to the couch. Lando took a blanket and wrapped it around you.

"You don't have to talk. It's alright,” he soothed you, “I know you're hurting. You are one of the strongest people know, but even the strongest people feel weak sometimes.” His warm hand, much larger than yours, drew circles your back.

“It's alright, shh." he said and you cuddled up to his chest.

"He... he broke up with me." You almost whispered. Tears were now running down you cheeks again, Lando wiped them away with his hands and stroked your hair. You couldn't hold it in and you knew you didn't have to. You were safe. You felt safe. And so you cried.

"Thank you." you said, still sobbing. He was everything you needed, he was your safe place. "Cupcake, you know that when you need me l'll be right by your side. Forever."

If you only knew.

You were laying on the couch for some time until you stopped crying. It was like when you were little. When you fell off your bike and scraped up your knee, when you didn't get invited to the birthday party in Kindergarten. Lando has always been there for you.

Ever since you could think. He saved you ever since you could think.

"He is an idiot for not wanting to be with you." he said with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

You glanced up at him, a small smile on your lips. "You save me every time, you know? I'd be lost without you."

Lando smiled at you and gave you a kiss on your hairline. "I promise, lil try to make your days a little brighter, Cupcake. And when you need me I will be right by your side." he whispered. From time to time, he placed a soft kiss on your head, just like he did before.

Your eyelids felt heavy and just before you couldn’t fight it anymore you heard Lando’s voice, barely above a whisper, so quiet you thought you just imagined it. “I love you.”

And when you laid there, cuddled up in Lando's arms drifting off to sleep, you realized that your love story wasn't finished.

It had just begun.

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