#But curling up n having a good nap would fix me
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thots on kitty!bakugou getting his nipples played with for the first time? feels so good it scares him, i bet. good enough to break down his sense of pride to beg for you to get your wrap? hehe
𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄
Pairing: Sub! Bottom! Cat Hybrid! Bakugou x Dom! Top! AFAB! Reader
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings: Pegging, HEAVY nipple play, anal play, mention of collar, katsuki swears in like every sentence, nickname "kitty", hints of sadistic reader, pain/pleasure play ig.
A/N: I kinda changed it up just a tad anon im sorry lol. but i loved this idea so much i had to turn it into a fic. damn another fic that is not a kinktober one, ughhh
Your kitty has a very sensitive chest. Of course, Bakugou would never tell you this. You have a problem with bullying him a little bit, poking fun at him until he hisses at you, or teasing his body until he cries from frustration. Telling you about his nipples is a one-way ticket to mewling under you. He's not taking that ride.
So he hides it. Relatively well too; he tries his best not to press his ears back and whimper when you accidentally graze one of the buds. Instead, moving your hand away from his chest either up to his collar or beneath his pants.
You never suspected a thing. Just how Katsuki like it.
"Kitty, I'm home!" You chirp, opening the front door with a small content smile on your face. Katsuki peers up at you from the couch where he was napping, a frown plastered on his face.
"Why did you take so fucking long?" He complains, automatically getting up from the couch, and making his way over to you. He leans slightly leans down, and your hand reaches up to pet him. His ears twitch and he lets a gruff sigh at the feeling of your fingers.
"Sorry, Kats. There was a car accident on the way home. Traffic was bad. But anyways, how are you?"
He pulls away from you before he starts purring, his pride getting the better of him. "Fine. Dinner is getting cold."
He walks away toward the kitchen before you can respond, fixing you a plate while you sigh and slump against the dinner table chair. He sits down next to you, and you thank him. He lets out a grunt in response. The best you'll get out of him.
Dinner goes down relatively quietly. Katsuki isn't much of a talker, and you were tired from the day. You needed a little bit of energy before holding a conversation between you too.
"Want to do it tonight," He says finally breaking the comforting silence.
You pause, looking up with a raised eyebrow. He doesn't make eye contact with you, but his cheeks are slightly pink. He tries to act all bold, but both of you know he always is so embarrassed to suggest these things. A prime subject to tease. "Do what?"
His ears fall back and he glares at you. "You know what."
You balance your head on your hand. "Hm?"
"Want to...Fuck." He sighs, staring at his bowl with bared teeth.
"You want me to fuck you?" You say, now grinning at him.
Katsuki dramatically stands up from the table, his face now blooming red. He leaves the bowl on the table, and his tail sways behind him.
"Never mind. I'm going to bed."
You are up in an instant, chasing after him before he gets too far. Without really thinking much of it, you reach out from behind him and grab his chest, pulling his back against your front.
Katsuki doesn't have time to hide himself. He feels your hands grip accidentally grip his nipple, and he whimpers. Loud and shakily, while his eyes furrow to process the overbearing feeling.
The two of you freeze, both with wide eyes. He doesn't dare to move, afraid of what you'll say.
You loosen your grip slightly on his chest, and he lets out a breath of relief. But you don't dare to let him go, now intrigued. Slowly, your hands begin to run over his chest, taking notice of the way his breath hitches when you hit his nipples.
Your face curls with a feral grin, happy to find something new about your pet. "Oh, Kats. You didn't tell me you were so sensitive here."
His ears are pinned to his head, and he gulps. "Fuck you. 'm not"
You gently pinch his right nipple and his eyes widen, a broken whine falling from his lips. "Hmm? You sure, love?"
"Don't do that!" He pleads as he shrinks away from your fingers and into your chest, afraid you'll pinch him again.
You press a kiss to his neck in apology. Then you grab his hand and lead him into the bedroom. "Let's go fulfill your request, yeah kitty?"
He stares at the hand and then you, nervously. He knows you are going to abuse him, and he's not sure if he can take it, but on the other hand, he really wants to be fucked.
He's willing to take the risk. "Alright."
You know too much. Another thing to hold above his head. How is he ever going to escape your cruel hands if his body is so complaint with them?
"Fuck you! S-Stop! The teeth."
Your mouth has made his way to his chest in a matter of minutes of the two of you being in the bedroom. He is laying limp against the mattress, and your finger is moving in and out of his hole, prepping him for later.
But your current fixation was seeing how far he can go with his tits solely. You are still working on the intensity, and seeming to how Katsuki is dripping tears, it's probably too much for him. Your teeth barely even grazed him. "My fault. Didn't mean to, shhh don’t cry kitty."
He clenches his teeth together and the back of his arm covers his face, embarrassed about the tears You begin kitten licking the nipple and he sniffles, being okay with this sort of pressure.
Gently, you reassure yourself and your fingers continue their prodding. He has already taken two of them, and now you are scissoring the hole. He was taking them well, moaning gently under you with no complaint.
You gently begin to to suck, and the cat let's out a shaky moan. Not a whimper or a cry, a better sign. Your other hand travels to his other side and you gently travel circles around the pink nub. His back arches slightly and his mouth opens.
“There ya go. See we did it Kats. Doesn't hurt so bad now, hmm?”
He gulps, slightly gripping onto the sheets from the prodding sensation and your antics on his chest. It's overwhelming him, and he is struggling to bite back moans. “Dumbass. Just be gentle.” His voice doesn't hold a bite, instead it's higher in pitch and shaky.
Cute. But he always was, unitentionally of course. His pride is to big to try to act cute sole for you (even if you begged him multiple times).
He keens when you press your fingers onto his prostate, clenching his teeth with his ears pressed against the top of his head. You immediately distract him from the sensation by gently sucking his nipple.
His eyes fling open in an instant, and he choking out moans. "Not at the same time!"
You ignore his pleads, and switch to the other side. He grabs the back of your head and grips onto it desperately. The feeling makes you wince, but you don't stop your movements.
Eventually when it gets too much for the cat, he forces you away from his chest. You glance at him, slightly peeved, but your eyes widen at the sight.
Tears are streaming down his face, and he's trembling. His ears are pressed flat upon his head, and drool slightly drips from the corner of his lips. He is shaking his head at you, slowly but full of emotions. "No more. No more. 's too much. Just fuck me already!"
You peer down at his chest to see both of the nubs swollen and throbbing. You have abused them for too long, and it almost made you feel bad. Your poor kitty didn't deserve this, but alas, his wet teary eyes made it worth it. You couldn’t help but bully him if he looked so cute.
But, you take pity on him, and grab the strap, lubing it up, along with his entrance. He bites back a whimper at the coolness, but you force it out when you press a kiss to his thighs.
You pull your fingers out and he lets out an obviously displeased noise, trying to follow the digits. "So needy," You coo, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes, but blushing.
Then you line the toy up to his hole, and his ear twitch. He gulps and stares at the silicon, trying to contain his excitement. You begin to press it in, and he sighs, closing his eyes.
Slowly, you bottom out, and the cat lets out a breathy moan. A finger travels up to his chest again, and he jumps when you drag it over again. "Not—Not again."
You lean forward, now completely above him, waiting for him to adjust to the length. You circle the bud and kiss his cheek when he whines out. "Cant' help myself. You're so cute, Kats."
"F-Fuck you! Stop teasing me," He warbles, his eyes hazy and lips wet from his own saliva.
You begin your movements and he clings onto you. His mouth flies open, exposing his pointed canines that you are so fond of. "Such a cute kitty with such an adorable, sensitive body. I'm so spoiled."
He shakes his head, tears dripping down his cheeks. "Just shut up, and fuck me!"
You giggle into his neck, and pinch one of his nipples. His whole body jerks and whines, loud and pathetic. He trembles under you and glares at you, which doesn't look threatening at all considering they are wet from tears. "Be nice Katsuki."
He doesn't say anything, afraid you'll pinch him again. Instead, he nods his head and wraps his legs around your hips, silently signaling he wants more and quickly.
You abide his wishes and quicken your pace, and he mewls out, latching his mouth onto your shoulder. You grin at him and kiss the side of his head, mumbling words of encouragement.
His grinds himself on the strap, and his eyes roll at the feeling of his throbbing cock rubbing against your stomach. Mixed with earlier teasing, he felt like he was already close to cumming. He grips onto you and begins to beg for you to go faster.
But much to his dismay, you don't listen to him. Instead, you purr in his ear, "Katsuki~"
He clenches his teeth at the thrust, but whines at your words. Something bad was coming, he could tell. "Hmm?"
"Touch yourself."
He doesn't hesitate to reach down and begin stroking himself off, but you catch his wrist with the first stroke. He gulps and glances at you hesitantly.
You stare at him, smiling softly. Then, you lean forward and press your lips to his ears. "Your nipples, silly."
Your pace hasn't slowed and he can barely process your words, but the way you drag his fingers back to his chest lets him know exactly what you want.
He shakes his head furiously, clinging onto you. "Nooooooooo. Fuck, they hurt!"
You balance yourself on you forearm above him, and use your other to thumb over one of the buds. He moans, slightly arching his back. "They won't. See? Gotta be gentle, love."
He looks up at you with a pout and teary eyes, but nods hesitantly. His hands travel down to his chest, and he uses both hands to trace circles on them. The blonde whimpers out, shutting his eyes to try to manage the strange mix of pain and pleasure.
You finally quicken your pace, and Bakugou groans, not knowing what to with his body. He feels the sticky feeling of pre cum leaking on his abdomen, but his hands are too busy to wipe it away.
"m gonna cum."
"Are you asking for permission?"
He wasn't, and the both of you knew that. "Y-Yeah."
You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his tear stained lips. "As long as you touch your nipples through it all."
He wants to protest, already feeling overstimulated from both of the intense pleasures, but he also wants to cum. So, he nods with a sniffle. You rub you fingers over his twitching ears, and he leans into the warmth.
The pressure begins to build up, and hes now gently flicking his nipples. Hes withering from his own ministrations, and the ruthless pace of your strap isn't helping at all. Every breath is a moan, or a whine, and he shivering. "Fuck. Fuck. Im cumming. I can't!"
"Go ahead, kitty."
His whole body contracts, and his eyes screw shut. It tears viciously through him, and he's crying out. Its loud, high in pitched, but cute.
His hands clench up on his nipples, so you lean down and press your mouth to one. His shaky hands find the back of your hand and he curses, back now arching completely off the sheets.
Cum leaks onto his stomach, and some onto yours. His tail goes pin straight, and his ears are pinned to his head.
His high lasts longer than usual, about thirty seconds, and by the end of it his clinging onto you desperately while you coo at him.
When he comes down from his orgasm, he is heaving, trying to catch his breath again. You gently pull out during this time and he lets out a small gasp, but other than that doesn't complain. He falls limp against the bed, his body sweaty and flushed.
You take off the strap and begin to wipe him down with a washcloth, humming softly in your work. You are careful to leave his nipples alone, knowing hell prob freak out if you even graze them now. They are puffy and red, and most likely throbbing.
"You with me Katsuki?" You say, glancing hesitantly at him, almost feeling bad about his chest.
"Yeah, I'm here, you brat."
You laugh gently, glad your cat is back to his usual antics. "Ironic," You tease, grinning at him.
He doesn't find it funny. "Hey fuck you. I listened well today! Even after you tried torturing me." The last part comes out as a mumble, pouting into his pillow.
Your eyes whole a sadistic glaze to them, and he gulps, wondering what you are going to say next. "If you think thats torture, oh kitty, what do you think we buy you some nipple clamps?"
He throws a pillow at you and hisses before you could finish your next thought.
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bundle of luck
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
A/N: Oh how I wish I could take with me every single cat I see :(
Word count: 2,626
Warnings: None, just fluff for a change!
After another lovely date with Natasha, you find a stray cat resting peacefully on the porch of your house.
The scent of Natasha's perfume wafted into your nostrils as soon as she placed her signature black jacket over your shoulders, giving you a light squeeze as a small display of affection.
You always swore there was no way the burning sun would eventually fade away and be replaced by gray clouds in a matter of a few hours, but by now you should have learned that such a thing was possible, for this was another occasion where you didn't bring your own jacket, and consequently, Natasha was lending you hers.
While such an action caused you to melt right there and then, completely touched by her charm and attentiveness, it was also true that it made you feel a pang of guilt. The last thing you wanted was to be a bother when these past five months she had been anything but a total dream of a woman for you.
The first time, you completely refused and she, between giggles stated that a 11°C weather was like hot summerfor a tough Russian woman such as herself. So the next three times you just thanked her and rewarded her in one way or another, like giving her a cold beer after dropping you off at your place, a drink you started buying just to have an excuse to invite her inside.
This day was no exception, of course. After she lent you her jacket and gave you a pleasant ride on her motorcycle to drop you off safe and sound, you said to her, "Would you like a beer? As a gesture of thanks for the jacket and the ride... and another wonderful date, of course," although at this point, both of you knew perfectly well that this was more than a thank you gesture.
"You know I'd never turn down a beer, moya lyubov," she replied, but what the redhead meant was 'you know I'd never turn down spending at least a few more minutes with you’. She never said it directly, however, something inside you always knew how to read between the lines. Maybe that's why your relationship with her lasted so many years later, but that’s another story to tell, now we're talking about the beginning.
"Come inside, then," you smiled at her.
"Oh, my goodness!" She exclaimed, her face lighting up even more and her smile expanding from ear to ear. She had her attention set to a fixed point behind you, and when you turned to see what was the cause of it, it didn't take you a second to mirror the action of the older woman.
A cat that looked perhaps a year old, whose color was an elegant beautiful black, was sleeping peacefully on the top tier of the porch of your house. The way it was curled up in a ball did not allow you to observe if there was a collar around its neck or not.
"I think it's best if we leave, let's not disturb them," Natasha whispered, and you couldn't help but let out a laugh at her suggestion.
She remained serious.
"Oh, you're telling me not to enter my own house so I don't disturb this unknown cat?" You teased, a playful grin forming on your lips as you glanced at Natasha.
“Uhm, yes,” she snorted, as if what you asked was the most obvious thing in the world.
You couldn't complain, you always felt a sort of twist in your stomach every time your outings with Natasha came to an end and it was time to say goodbye, so you happily agreed to put your helmet back on and go wherever she wanted.
You were both getting on the motorcycle, when in the corner of your eye you noticed a small shadow moving. The cat was stretching after waking up from that peaceful nap.
"Change of plans," the redhead laughed, and removed her helmet, then got off her motorcycle.
With the most cautious steps possible, she walked in the direction of the little cat, which had its green eyes already open as it preened its right paw.
After sensing the presence of a stranger, any other cat would have gotten up and run away in a matter of seconds. However, this cat simply looked up and walked towards Natasha, sniffing her outstretched hand and then rubbing against her as if she were its lifelong owner.
"Awww, hey there, little one," she murmured in a gentle tone, as she kneeled. The cat, displaying a never-seen-before trust, allowed Natasha to scratch it behind its ears.
You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched this ‘tough Russian woman’ interact so tenderly with the cat.
As Natasha continued to pet the black cat, she commented, "You're quite the charmer, aren't you?"
You approached her and kneeled down beside her, extending your hand towards the cat. It smelled you briefly and subsequently rubbed its head against your hand, just like it did with the redhead.
It purred softly, as if to express its gratitude for the warmth and kindness you and Natasha were showing towards it.
“Oh my, what a precious little thing!” You exclaimed, as you pouted, feeling your heart melt with tenderness.
You had cats most of your life, but that changed when you moved to this new city nine months ago. The last cat you had in your previous home stayed temporarily with your best friend Kate, and her golden retriever Lucky had become your cat's best friend in no time.
As soon as you stabilized, you brought him back to your side, and you noticed that he stopped eating, and constantly meowed in desperation whenever he heard Kate's voice or Lucky’s barks on the phone. So you decided to do the most generous act of love for your dearest companion, and respected his wishes to stay with Kate and Lucky the dog.
You were a firm believer that cats chose their owners, and the fact that this unknown black cat came into your home, and above all, was so affectionate towards you and Natasha, was a sign that there was a reason why it had come into your life.
"Do you think they have an owner?" you asked, feeling your heart melt as you caressed each one of its cheeks with your thumbs. It had its eyes closed, and you could swear it was almost smiling, a sign that your affection was deeply appreciated.
Natasha carefully examined the cat's neck, and her fingers confirmed what you suspected, there was no collar. "Doesn't look like it," she replied, her gaze still fixed on the cat. “We should adopt them,” she added, as if she has this power of reading your thoughts.
You often wondered if she was really able to read your thoughts, for she had an amazing pulse to tell you what you were thinking. She, likewise, also believed that you possessed that ability, and you loved that smile she would display every time she let you know that you said just what she was thinking.
Many factors made it indisputable that you had found your person, and you felt it when you observed how lovingly she was treating this little cat. She loved animals, what more could you ask for?
"Nat, there is nothing I want more than to do this with you," you declared. As your relationship with her progressed, you lost count of how many times you answered her with that same sentence.
"So what are we going to do, share custody like we're a divorced couple?" Natasha laughed, and it automatically rubbed off on you, making you laugh along with her.
"Yes, we can have a custody agreement," you teased, pretending to mull it over. "You get weekends and Christmas, and I'll have weekdays and New Year."
Natasha raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. "Hmm, I don't know if I can handle only seeing our little furball on weekends! We’ll discuss that in court!"
You chuckled, shaking your head, “No, but seriously, you get one week and every Friday we drop the child off at each other’s house. How about that?” You proposed.
Natasha grinned, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the lips, "Sounds like a plan,” she paused. “Oh, I’m not supposed to kiss you! We’re divorcing!” She joked.
"Right, right,” you nodded in agreement. Even though you were trying so hard to play serious, you couldn’t stop smiling. “Divorce proceedings concluded. Now, how about we go to the vet for a quick check-up?
Natasha grinned and nodded. "Absolutely, it's time for some serious co-parenting."
Very gently, the redhead took the cat in her arms, to which the two of you gave multiple caresses during your 'custody discussion'. You, on the other hand, entered your house to quickly grab your car keys and opened your garage, making way for your girlfriend to enter with your new companion.
As you approached your car, you unlocked the doors, opening the passenger one for Natasha to get into the vehicle with the cat securely in her arms.
The car ride was better than expected, the cat appeared anxious but Natasha made sure to reach in to comfort and stroke it, so there wasn’t any sort of inconvenience beyond its occasional meowing.
Once there, you and Natasha were told to wait around fifteen minutes for the vet to be available. When your turn came, a kind and gentle soul, greeted you all with a warm smile, taking the little one carefully and then instructing you to wait outside.
After half an hour or so, the veterinarian returned with the cat, who appeared to have shinier hair and had a red bandana around its neck, indicating that it had received a bath.
"Wow, poor thing, didn't cause a lot of trouble?" Natasha asked, as she took the cat back into her arms and briefly sniffed its fur, making you giggle.
"She's very well-behaved," the veterinarian replied.
"She?" The redhead and you said in unison.
"That's right, she's a female," she confirmed.
"Detka, do you have any idea how rare female black cats are? There's always a higher chance it's male!" Natasha turned to you, her green eyes taking on an immediate gleam as she looked back down at the cat in her arms.
“It seems like we have a very special lady with us now,” you commented, caressing the cat’s chin. “Our lucky charm.”
Natasha nodded in agreement, and turned her attention back to the vet, “And how is her health?”
"She appears to be in good health overall," she began. "I gave her a bath treatment to get rid of fleas, and applied an anti-flea pipette, which should be applied every month," she continued, to which both of you were paying cautious attention. “She had also had internal parasites, and she's quite malnourished. But the good news is that these issues can be treated. We'll start with a deworming medication to address the parasites. Additionally, I'll provide you with dietary recommendations to help her regain her strength. She's also due for some vaccinations to keep her protected."
After expressing your gratitude to the veterinarian and making an appointment for the next checkup in two weeks, you and Natasha split the bill evenly, each covering your share of the expenses.
The next step was to head to the nearest pet store, in order to provide everything your new cat would need in both of her new homes. You picked out two litter boxes, one for each home, making sure they were spacious and easy to clean. For food and water, you selected two sets of bowls, and made sure to stock up on the special recovery food the vet had prescribed… of course you couldn’t resist grabbing several treats and toys to keep her entertained and spoiled.
As you pushed the shopping cart filled with items, you smiled widely when you spotted the heartwarming scene through the car window. There, in the passenger seat, Natasha sat patiently with the cat nestled comfortably on her lap, peacefully asleep.
The bond between Natasha and the cat was something that you knew would grow stronger with every passing day, and it was evident that this adorable addition to your lives had found a special place in Natasha's heart.
Once you returned home, you wasted no time in setting up the new living space. The litter box was strategically placed, and the bowls were filled with cat tuna and fresh water respectively. The scent of the food immediately drew the attention of your new little friend, for she eagerly approached the bowl, and devoured her meal in a matter of seconds.
Fortunately, the prescribed deworming pill, carefully hidden in the food, went unnoticed as she happily ate. Natasha and you exchanged smiles, relieved to see her enjoying her first proper meal in her new home.
“While I was in the car waiting for you, I was thinking about some names,” Natasha said, sitting cross legged on the floor as she simply observed in awe how the black cat enjoyed the food she was provided.
You turned to her, "What names did you come up with?" You asked, as you imitated her action of sitting cross legged on the floor.
"I remembered a creature in Slavic mythology named Liho, and I think it suits her, what do you think?” Natasha proposed.
You repeated the name softly, trying it out. It had a unique and gentle ring to it, just like the cat herself. "Liho," you said with a smile. "I like it. It's perfect. Does it have a meaning?"
“Liho is the embodiment of evil fate and misfortune,” she explained.
Your laughter rang through the room at Natasha's explanation.
"Liho, the embodiment of evil fate and misfortune? Come on, Nat, look at her!" You pointed at the cat, who was now drinking some water. "How can she be evil? She's an absolute sweetheart!”
Natasha chuckled at your response, understanding that her choice was unconventional, "I wanted to name her something not too obvious, something contrary to her. Liho just felt right, like she's going to defy all the superstitions."
You smiled, noticing the thought and care Natasha had put into the name. She indeed had a unique reasoning behind it, "I get it. Liho it is, our little bundle of luck."
Every Friday, as promised, you remained true to your playful ‘custody agreement’. You and Natasha would take turns dropping off the cat at each other's houses.
On those days, you would pack a bag for Liho, making sure it contained her food and a selection of toys to keep her entertained. The cat, ever adaptable, quickly grew accustomed to the weekly transitions, and her sweet demeanor made the process a piece of cake.
It had become a cherished habit to feel Liho's weight on your feet during cozy movie nights, or to find her perched on the windowsill, her inquisitive eyes watching the world outside as you and Natasha cooked dinner together whenever she visited you, or viceversa.
Over time, Liho's transformation was notorious and drastic. With consistent care, her health steadily improved. Gone were the days of malnourishment, for she had gained weight, and her black hair shimmered with vitality. All thanks to the love and dedication you both poured into her recovery, an unavoidable response to the way she had effortlessly wrapped you both around her little paw from the moment she had first appeared on your house's porch.
And it was a matter of time for Liho to have just one home, for you and Natasha decided to take the next step after a year, and decided to move together.
And it was also a matter of time for a new member to join your family as well…
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⋆꙳✧༄ Breeding
❖ Character: Zoro
❖ Reader: female | AFAB
❖ Wordcount: 1.0k
❖ Summary: Zoro is pining after you and you heard him moan your name so you take it in your own hands to have him and he makes you his
❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding
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Ever since Zoro realized he had feelings for you, he couldn't get you out of his head and you also didn’t make it easier on the man. The way you would always sneak in his arms during his naps or offering to let him use your plush thighs as a pillow - raking your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t sleep like that, but he would act like he was sleeping to enjoy your presence for another moment, craving your body pressed against his. It's stupid, that's what he's trying to tell himself, he doesn’t need a stupid woman on his side, he doesn't want to end up like that stupid lovecook. But he can't help but imagine how pretty you would look when you're split in two by his thick cock, the way your angelic moans would echo through the room, your sweet pleas of his name, begging him to fill you up. More times than not he had to fix his not so small issue in the bathroom after a shared nap, never planning on breaking down and letting you know of his feelings, let alone his fantasies.
Luckily he didn't have to voice these things out, being more than obvious, treating you different than any other woman, blushing furiously and maybe you heard him moan your name in the dark of the night while he was fisting his aching length, desperately wishing it would be you that gives him this sweet release. Deciding not to let him wait any longer you silently followed him to the bathroom after a nap, catching him off guard in the hallway when no one was around, holding onto his wrist so he turns to look at you. “Use me Zoro… Please fuck me” you almost begged and he looked at you with wide eyes “what are you talking about woman?!” He almost screamed, shocked by how bold you were and you sighed. “I’ve heard you a few nights ago, moaning my name” you teased with a small smirk, making him blush furiously while trying to avoid your gaze before he snapped out of it - it was now or never. With growing confidence he pushed you against the wall, a hand firmly planted on your waist while the other rested against your throat “so needy for me, hm?” He hummed and sucked purple marks on your neck, claiming you as his. The small whimpers you let out and the way you leaned your head to the side gave him all the permission he needed to continue, his thigh sliding between your legs to give you some friction. When you started to grind against his thigh so desperately he pulled away with a chuckle and disappeared into the bathroom, letting you follow close behind before pushing you against the door. The wood was almost painful with how he pressed your face against it, pushing your pretty skirt up to get a good view on your behind.
“Please just fuck me Zoro” you begged again, needing to feel him inside of you after all these months of pining after the swordsman. With a groan he ripped your cute panties off of you, making you frown but it was quickly forgotten when you felt two of his fingers entering your core. Gasping for air you rocked your hips against his hand, easily as pent up as he was. His fingers curled at an inhumane speed, letting you see stars as you tried to hold in all noises out of fear of getting caught but Zoro wanted nothing of this, pulling your head back, hand around your throat again “Don't you dare hold these noises in” he growled before letting go of your throat again, pushing harder against the sweet spot inside of you. The knot in your stomach threatened to burst any second now but he left you hanging, pulling out his fingers right before you came, only to spin you around.
“You gonna come on this cock or not at all” he spat, freeing his hard length, smirking at your reaction before lifting you up. He looked at your eyes for any hesitation “you will be the end of me, woman” He muttered and lined up with your dripping entrance, not expecting you to push your hips further onto him, completely in bliss as you came around his cock the second he bottomed out, a silent scream of his name leaving your mouth. Embarrassed you tried to hide your face in his neck, not expecting to release from just having him inside of you but you could feel his chest rumble when a low moan escaped his lips.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.” He whispered against the softness of your skin, almost slipping out all the way before slamming you down on his length once again and again and again. The slapping of skin against skin filled the room alongside needy moans coming from the both of you.
He knew he wouldn't last long when he gets to feel your tight walls around him but he wanted to feel you squeeze around him again, desperately fucking into you. When he felt you clench around him again he groaned loudly “let go for me, sweetheart” he commanded and it was all it took for you to tumble over the edge once again, milking him for everything he had to give as he tried to thrust even deeper, brushing your cervix each time before releasing deep inside of you. He couldn’t stop, lazily bucking his hips upwards to fuck his cum into you, his head resting against your chest as he tried to catch a breath. It all seemed like a dream to you, panting on top of the swordsman as you raked your hands through his sweaty hair, a small smile on your lips when you heard him mumble against you “you’re mine now”, knowing it was probably his way of confessing his feelings. “I would love to be yours, Zoro” you hummed and he was lucky you couldn't see his cheeks burn up as his dick twitched eagerly inside of you at those words, ready to breed you once again.
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舞い落ちる花びら - 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧 윤정한
˚ ✦ . . ˚ . . ✦ ˚ . ★⋆. ࿐࿔
. ˚ * ✦ . . ✦ ˚ ˚ .˚ ✦ . . ˚ . ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖✶ ✦
genre: fluff • idol!au
pairing : jeonghan x afab!reader
a/n : I’m back!!! with a hannie oneshot. It’s been like 2 months since I posted??? Sorry for leaving you all behind heh… but I’m here now! (I was actually in love with a fancam from the recent japan concert where they performed Fallin flower so this motivates me a lot)
People would always have a favourite song to begin with, Jeonghan knew that of course. But there must’ve been a reason why the song waa a golden child in an individual’s eyes.
He would really use himself as an example. To you and imperfect love caught his attention out of all songs since debut. It had put Jeonghan in a good mood ever since it was released. The lyrics, the melody, the existence of the song itself was Jeonghan’s source of happiness.
It doesn’t mean he wasn’t a fond of other songs, it’s just the adrenaline rush he gets from the two songs each time he performs it that made it weird.
It also made him open his eyes a little bit more about your favourite music. He never understood why you had chosen Fallin Flower out of everything else. He wasn’t wrong, you did admit the other day don’t listen in secret was one of your top songs.
you didn’t say it was your most favorite.
But the down side of it was, since it’s a Japan album, the group didn’t get the chance to perform it as often as Korean albums in tours or fan meetings unless they were in Japan.
It was based on pure luck if that song could even make it to the set list in the first place.
You never told him why it was your favourite song.
But he could still see the enjoyment on your face performing to fallin flower. The precious smile that he will forever print on his memory.
Was it the lyrics? But other songs had similar ones too.
The melody of the song?
He never knew because Fallin Flower had a 13 second part for you when there are more longer ones in the other songs.
Was it because you were the center in the starting of it? But Hot, Fear and Home;run was also the same.
What made you like that song so much?
Jeonghan noticed you since the fan meeting at Japan after Fallin Flower, you were possibly the most happiest human he had ever seen.
He adored you even more when he sees you sitting at the edge of the stage, singing and talking to carats behind the barrier. It turned the corner of his lips upward.
“Why is it so windy everytime we perform Fallin Flower” he joins in, sitting beside you as he fixes your front hair so it doesn’t cover your view. God, he was slowly falling in love with you even more as each second passes by.
“Isn’t that the best part? We look so different performing it.”
You were holding yourself from telling him how beautiful he was, his hair that flows against the wind as he moves to the center.
Fallin flower was a beautiful song.
A chuckle left his lips. “Maybe I should watch the fan cams on twitter after this to prove about your statement.”
You hum in response, eyes mesmerized by how much people were in the crowds.
Jeonghan wasn’t lying when he said he would watch the fan cams on twitter after the whole show. He lived up to his words and take a look while you were taking a short nap on his lap.
It was the first time he had opened his own fan cam. And yours too.
What you said that used to be illogical made him changed his mind about what he thought about earlier. Everyone did look different.
Maybe it was how soft the melody was. How relaxed everyone’s faces was when performing. The comments were all praises about how beautiful you had looked and Jeonghan couldn’t agree more.
You were his love. What he is currently watching right now was the beautiful woman he was deeply in love with. Your hair that drapes over your shoulder with messy curls, beads in your hair. Jeonghan finds everything about you in that video aesthetically pleasing.
Was this the reason why you really liked that song?
The moment your eyes fluttered open, you could see the small smile on his lips.
“Did my angel had a good nap? You can continue to sleep if you want.” He rubbed his thumb repeatedly across your cheekbone.
But your attention was caught on your phone in his hand with the sound of fallin flower coming.
“You watched the fan cam?”
“Mhm.”
“Carats really liked it.” You mumbled, half asleep and half awake in reality.
“Because they saw how beautiful my girlfriend was on that stage with the wind blowing and her being center” you groaned at the compliment, hiding yourself by burying your head in his hoodie.
“I’m not teasing. Really, you were the most beautiful woman to perform Fallin flower.”
You knew Jeonghan doesn’t talk empty words most of the time but when you saw how serious he was, you knew he wasn’t joking.
Honestly the only reason you liked watching the fancam was because of Jeonghan.
He doesn’t need to know that.
And from the way it looks like, Fallin flower will actually be his new replacement for To you.
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Hello I have a request if your nit busy
Okay can you make one where child mc is like cold as ice like no smiling or nothing like they look dead inside x obey me brothers and side characters can you do that if it's not to much to ask
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: GN/M
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Characters: Main Character, Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Luke
Additional Tags: headcanons, fluff, child!mc
A/N: I love MCs of different varieties. A tiny child bringing this dysfunctional family back together sounds adorable. But I’m not going to lie, the request confused me a bit. Is it supposed to be their reaction to a cold child or them trying to get them to smile? Is the child actually cold/emotionally stunted or just appears cold to outsiders? I had to guess. I admit I imagined a very young child (4-5) who has a sort of selective mutism. And since you asked for brothers and side characters, I assume you wanted headcanons.
Lucifer
Lucifer gets mistaken for the child's father all the time, often cited as having their same scowl. He took it upon himself to learn how to read their unchanging expression, and takes personal offense to anyone who believes MC's expressions are all the same. He's gotten their exchanges down so carefully that he can almost read MC's mind.
Mammon
He hasn't the first clue how to make this kid smile, but he has never stopped trying. He loves kids, even if he acts like all of them are brats in his eyes. He will do just about anything to try and see them smile, but they simply don't/can't. However, everything is worth it when he's walking around the house and realizes that MC is following him around like a baby chick. He will fall into the fetal position and weep with joy, then brag about it for the rest of the week.
Leviathan
He curls up on the floor and cries whenever MC stares at him. He's such a loser that even a child can see it. He feels so judged. What he doesn't realize though, is that MC likes hanging out with him because he recognizes what character they are doodling and can actually talk about the things they like. They just want to sit next to him and show him their drawings and watch TV with him.
Satan
Satan would, somehow, be the most fatherly of the brothers. He learned very quickly that MC isn't very expressive or even verbal sometimes, so he helps them express themselves nonverbally. No pushing, just giving them alternative tools to communicate. He also reads and cooks a lot for them. He would be the first one they actually start speaking to. Not a lot at first, but small things like greetings are a good start.
Asmodeus
Children are not dolls… but MC is just too cute not to spoil and dress up. He is a little unnerved by the lack of expressions or communication, but he overlooks it. He gets frustrated when MC doesn't play along though (like they won't wear a certain shirt or something). They hide when he's like that. Although, they like when he lets them play with the pretty stuff on his vanity. Or when he (very rarely) let's them put it on him (before he fixes it).
Beelzebub
MC is the only one that could take food from Beel's plate and not lose a hand. He's also the only one who would get clay dumplings and eat them for real. MC just stares when he eats them... they think they're a good cook now. Their icy demeanor doesn't bother him. Also, MC climbs Beel when they want to try being tall.
Belphegor
Sometimes, they will just stare at one another. No one understands it. No one tries to. They seem to have a sort of understanding that no one else can. Belphie doesn't treat MC like a kid so they try to act more mature than they really are. There are lots of naps between the two of them, usually with Belphie holding MC close.
Diavolo
This is called kidnapping, Diavolo. Especially if you took them to another world without notifying their guardian. They would be very scared of Diavolo at first (new place, unfamiliar faces, nothing they recognize) and would walk away as their own form of crying. He tries so hard after that to be a friendly face, but… kids are fickle creatures and they always seem to walk away from him.
Barbatos
Unlike Diavolo, MC likes Barbatos. It probably helps that he offers them treats every time they meet. They like to sneak into the kitchen while he's cooking and… help… Barbatos has learned to let them decorate the cookies and cupcakes. It makes them feel special. They have covered his apron in little handprints. It makes him feel special.
Solomon
Solomon has taken a special liking to his young human ward. He especially likes how deadpan their reactions are and how innocently and straightforward they respond to others. He laughs whenever MC walks away from people they don't like. He gave them a little wand to start practicing their magic and he loves the way they keep doing the same spells over and over again just to watch the result.
Simeon
He's already raising Luke, so another kid is no problem. He doesn't seem to have much of a reaction to their expressionless face, still smiling when they seem curious or gently scolding when they do something inconsiderate. He and Satan both take the title as best caretaker.
Luke
He's so happy to finally be the older brother. He wants to teach them everything! He gets upset when they don't smile or say thank you, and often has to be told that not every child is like him and that's okay. He'll get it eventually and be the best big brother ever… eventually.
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As You Wish
Homelander x Gender Neutral!Reader
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A/N: So I finally got around to writing something for The Boys and I’m really excited about it. Definitely considering making this a series, so let me know what you think! As always, I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave any feedback you have in the comments and if you like my work consider leaving a tip! Thanks:)
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: Blood Mention, Homelander (he definitely needs his own warning), No Spoilers, Angst, Injuries/bruises but they aren’t graphic, the tiniest bit of fluff if you squint really hard, canon divergence, soulmates share each other’s injuries/pain.
Summary: Homelander takes a special interest in you after a strange encounter.
Created for / Fandom: The Boys / @anyfandomgoesbingo Square Filled I1: Awkward Encounter / @anyfandomaubingo N4: Soulmate AU / @badthingshappenbingo I5: Bruises
You hold a strained smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes, an empty sort of sparkle. The dark circles beneath them working to only accentuate the pounding headache you’re trying to hide.
Exhausted from not having slept much the night before, you allow yourself a moment, taking in a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself for the rest of the day. Calculating whether or not you can slip in a quick nap on your office couch.
A bitter, coppery flavor hits your tongue, a sudden consequence of biting down too hard on your bottom lip. “Fuck”, you hiss, bringing a hand underneath your chin to catch the drips of blood before they can fall onto your clothes. Just your luck.
“You—You’re bleeding”, Ashley points out.
There’s salt in the air, a tinge of rust. Homelander licks his lips, enjoying the unusual taste of morality as he forces his face into a grimace, “Well don’t just stand there! Get me something”.
The way her heart jolts in her chest causes the corners of his mouth to turn up slightly. He loves how uneasy he makes her feel, thrives off of it.
“Right—sorry”, she says, averting her eyes as she grabs an unnecessary amount of tissues, roughly dabbing them onto his mouth and chin.
Annoyed, he grabs her arm with a gloved hand, his grip just tight enough to leave behind a bruising warning, “That’s enough. Leave”.
She disappears from his eyeline almost immediately, not wanting to anger him any further.
Heels clicking, her palms coated in sweat. He continues to listen to her heartbeat for a moment, smirking at the familiar sound of hair being pulled out at the root as she frantically presses the button to call the elevator.
Hands shaking, her eyes fixed on the clumps of hair splayed across the floor. He grins.
As the doors shut behind her, signaling that he’s finally alone—Homelander pulls off one of his gloves, using an uncovered digit to sweep up the blood she left behind.
Suckling it off his finger, he groans in appreciation, a satisfied smirk sliding across his face as he licks his lips.
With the taste of iron still heavy on his tongue, he drops both gloves carelessly to the floor, sauntering down the hall with a spring in his step, eager to start the rest of his day.
It's only when he rounds the corner and crashes into somebody head-on that he remembers he isn't the only person in the building.
You stumble back, clutching at your chest to make sure your heart is still beating. "What the fuck, man?", you snap, not caring enough to get a good look at who you’re talking to.
A smirk curls up the corners of his mouth as he takes a step forwards, closing the space between you. He looks you up and down, his eyes filled with a predatory hunger that would send most men to their knees.
“Sorry, sweetheart”, he says, his voice dripping with honey and poison, “I didn't see you there”.
Pushing down your fear at the sudden sight of spangled- red, white, and blue. You take a deep breath and a step back, trying to steady yourself, his eyes burning through you like lasers. “Yeah, well, try not to run into people, okay?”, you quip, your voice wavering only slightly.
You start to move around him, but he steps into your path, blocking you.
“Hey, I said I was sorry”, he says, his voice taking on a harder edge, “No need to be so rude”.
Your heart pounds as you narrow your eyes at him, “I don't need your apology, I need you to get out of my way”.
“What's your problem?”, he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
You shrug, “I don't have a problem. You're the one who seems to be fixated on me”.
He takes another step closer, invading your personal space, “Maybe, I just find you interesting”.
You snort, “Yeah, right—Can I go now?”.
Homelander simply looks amused, if a bit shocked, as he steps to the side, still close enough for you to feel his breath fan your face.
“As you wish”, he says softly, his voice a caress that leaves you feeling dirty.
You move to walk around him again, but at the last second he catches your arm, grip hard enough to bruise, “I didn't catch your name?”.
You look down at his hand, then back up at him, “It's not important”, your voice steadies, “Now let go of me”.
He studies you for a few seconds before releasing his hold entirely, “Suit yourself”, he says with a shrug and wink, “I'll be seeing you around”.
You know you should be scared, but for some reason you're not.
You’re not sure what it is, but there’s something about Homelander that intrigues you. You can’t help but be drawn to him, even though you know you shouldn’t be.
You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts as you turn the corner, but you can’t help but wonder what he’s really like behind that corporate-curated exterior.
Homelander frowns, his eyes following you.
Your heartbeat is steady.
You’re not afraid of him.
He clenches his jaw, something about you is getting under his skin. You’re different, that much is clear.
Because if anyone else had talked to him that way, they’d already be dead.
He sighs, beginning to walk away, when there’s a sudden pain in his arm.
He freezes, eyes wide as he pulls up the sleeve of his suit.
There’s a bruise. Shaped like a hand. His hand.
His mind races and his chest tightens. Who are you?
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Battle [Legolas x human!reader]
description: You were born and raised in a town of warriors, and by the way, Legolas is your partner. You decided to go on a journey with him.
This journey was not supposed to end like this.
It was only the adrenaline that kept you on your feet still. In the distance you spotted Gimli sitting on a rock, serenely blowing out the smoke of his pipe. His form looked surreal between the army of Men running around like ants, shouting at each other, and trying to find familiar faces between the corpses of Orcs. Your heart hurt for them. They left their home in hope of finding safety and peace. Most of them were not even soldiers. They were not prepared for a battle, especially not for one like this.
You saw Aragorn waving at you, so you stopped and waited until he approached you. He looked exhausted. You sent him a small, sad smile.
“You look half-alive,” you noted as soon as he got closer. His lips curled up a little at your comment, and you did not miss how he carefully observed your form, looking for a sign of injury. All you scored were a few bruises, nothing life-threatening.
“I feel half-alive, but it’s nothing a good nap can not fix,” Aragorn answered eventually, making eye contact with you. You nodded, however, you seriously doubted a nap would be enough for him at this point. A whole week of sleep, maybe. He always gave in so much of his energy.
“Have you seen Legolas?” you asked finally which troubled you the most. At the beginning of the battle, the two of you tried to stay close to each other, though it was impossible to keep that up. He disappeared somewhere in the middle, and you have not heard about him ever since. Of course, he was an Elf, perfectly able to look after himself, but that did not mean you worried less for him.
Aragorn only shook his head. You bit on your lower lip and furrowed your brows. Where was he?
“Are you alright?” Aragorn asked doubtfully.
“Yes, I am,” you reassured him quickly. “It is just that my sword is broken, and I have no idea where Legolas is.”
You knew it was a terrible idea to take that weapon with you, but you just loved it so much. It was the one Legolas gifted you. Neither you, nor Aragon understood how an Orc could break an Elvish blade as easily as it happened, though the harm was already done, and you could not turn back the time. Without a weapon, you decided to stick with Aragorn, hoping that your way will somehow cross Legolas’s.
And you did not even have to wait long.
However, you expected him to spot you first. That did not happen. When you noticed the look of horror on his face, your breath hitched, and you started to run. He heard your footsteps, and when he raised his head, his blue eyes widened. Within a second, he held you in his arms.
“What is going on?” you mumbled into his chest, surprised by his strength. Legolas remained silent. You forcefully pushed him away, so that you could take a look at his expression again. His eyes held so much emotion, and you could not place them anywhere. “Legolas?”
“They told me that they took you,” he whispered. You could feel how fast his heart was beating, and it scared you. You held his gaze, desperately trying to understand him.
“Who? Who told you that?” you asked, confused.
“The enemy. Those filthy little- They told me they had you. I- I did not know what to do,” he rambled, and you reached out to take his hand in yours. “I can not lose you, Y/N. You don’t understand, I can not lose you.”
Your heart softened. Still, you could not fathom what may have caused a heavy reaction like this from him. He was not the one to lose his head easily, and yet now he seemed terrified. He should have known that no one had the chance to take you away. He was an Elf, he would have noticed in an instant. He always knew when you were in trouble.
You stepped closer to him and hugged his waist, so he could wrap his arms around you again. You listened to his breathing for a while and just enjoyed the closeness of his body to yours. He placed his chin on the top of your head and tightened his hold around you.
“I don’t want to disturb your peace, but we don’t really have time for cuddling right now,” you heard Aragorn’s voice behind your back. He patted Legolas on the shoulder as he walked by, sending him a short smile. Legolas nodded.
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The two of you shared a tent for the night. It was almost completely dark inside. You could barely make out Legolas’s features as he observed your broken sword. He held it up, then he lowered it and looked up at you.
“It can be fixed,” he stated. Though you could not see, you heard him smiling.
“But when? It is an Elvish blade, and we are far from your home. I have nothing,” you complained. He held out your weapon and you took it from his hand.
“Use mine,” he offered.
“There is no way,” you shook your head immediately. “I am not taking yours, Legolas. You need it. I will just buy one here.”
“I would still have both my daggers, and I mostly use my bow anyway,” he shrugged. “My sword is made from the same material as yours. I do not want you to fight with a weapon you don’t know.”
You sighed. He had always been protective over you, but since the battle, something has changed. He did not take his eyes off you for a second.
“What?” he asked, noticing your silence immediately.
“You are acting strange,” you answered honestly, and lowered your voice until it was nothing more than a whisper. “I may seem fragile to you, Legolas, but I am able to handle any kind of a sword, and you know that. What ails you, my love?”
You desperately tried to make out his expression, though it was too dark for your Human eyes.
“I- I know it may sound foolish,” he inhaled deeply. “I just had this dream the other night that you got wounded, and- I do not feel good about allowing you to come here with me, Y/N. If something happened to you, I would never forgive myself. You could be safe at home.”
“I could be, but I would much rather be with you anywhere than apart from you, Legolas,” you shook your head.
“You are in danger.”
“And so are you. So is Aragorn. So are all these people that need any help they can get. I do not wish to sit at home when I know that you are out on a battlefield. I am a warrior, I have always been. This is where I come from,” you explained. For some reason, your chest felt heavy. You swallowed.
“I know, yet I fear for your safety, meleth-nin.” Legolas lowered his head. You knew what he thought about. You were a Human. He was an Elf. You were doomed to die one day, and he was terrified of losing you.
There was no point in having that conversation again in circumstances like this.
You placed your sword next to his, and then reached out to grab his arm. He understood your wish. The two of you shared a blanket as there was not enough for everyone, but neither of you really minded. The warmth of his body was better for you than another blanket, anyway.
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The steady hands on a twisting road (One-shot)
Characters: Malleus Draconia & Yuu
Ship(s): Platonic Malleyuu with a hint of a crush on Malleus's end
Word count: 1.7k
Summary: In which Yuu, the stranger from another world is the consort of Malleus Draconia, the lonely king of Briar Valley. From getting thrown into a world of magic with seemingly never-ending problems to getting married to a fae, Yuu's life has been very eventful to say the least. It's a lot to get used to, but at least they're not alone.
Or: AU where everybody are adults, there are still problems, and Yuu is still from another world. Oh, also, they're (platonically) married to Malleus. Did I mention that?
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a/n: I have zero attachment to this fic and au and zero plans to continue it, but I thought I'd transfer it here anyways because it's a twst fic. Also, it's a sort of Early Concept for my other fics (mainly Break in the Clouds and Death of Me) while I was still trying to brainstorm good ideas so just ignoring it would kind of be a disservice, at least in my opinion.
Yuu stirs from their nap groggily, lifting away the open book that they'd dropped on their face when they nodded off.
Turning towards the window, they notice that it's still very bright outside. They must not have been napping very long at all if that was the case. They close their eyes and try to fall asleep again, but the discomfort of the book on their face that had woken them up still lingers and they groan in frustration.
After days of non-stop problem-solving and near death experiences, Yuu had naturally thought that they would enjoy a day off. But of course, as their luck would have it, the constant excitement had skewed their sense of entertainment somewhat and they found themself awfully, terribly, bored .
They turn their head towards the grey pile of fur on the bed. Grim remains sleeping soundly, curled up with his pronged tail around him and the flames of his ears waving lazily.
"Lucky," Yuu mumbles. Even monster cats have it easy. All they need to be satisfied are food, pets, toys, and sleep, which comes easily, especially to a lazy glutton like Grim. Any toy would suffice too as long as it moved. He could bat around a ball of rolled up paper for hours.
One would think that being a king's consort would be all sunshine and rainbows—and it was and that was the problem. When you have downtime, you have nothing interesting to do because everything is already being taken care of, especially if the castle staff were too frightful or respectful of the king to go against his orders of letting his consort participate in any work.
Yuu really appreciates Hornton, but man was he too cautious sometimes. Hopefully one day he'll realise humans aren't as fragile as he thinks and they hope that day comes soon.
They're. So. Bored.
Saying it again and again doesn't make them any less bored, but a part of them had hoped it would miraculously summon another crisis they'd have to fix, like maybe Leona was being framed for regicide again, or Ace and Deuce were about to commit regicide again, or maybe Epel finally snapped and swapped out Vil's hair products. Yuu didn't care what it was, they just needed something to do .
With grace that was the least fitting for the royal title that they legally own, Yuu rolls off the bed and plants their feet on the floor. They lace up their boots and quietly leave the room as to not wake Grim. Lying around being miserable obviously isn't going to help, so maybe a walk would.
The Gothic style of the Castle of Thorns was one that they were still getting used to. They'd only married Malleus recently after all, and then one problem after another kept popping up in the other kingdoms to the point that they barely spent time in the valley, let alone the castle that was supposed to be their home. Both that and the unfamiliarity of the fae architecture didn't help in making Yuu feel at home here. They still feel like they're walking around at some sort of historical site or someone else's house.
It's to be expected, they suppose. They are from another world. Getting thrown into another dimension and then marrying their friend who happened to be the fae king on a whim would reasonably take some adjusting to, though the latter circumstance was more voluntary than the former.
The green flames flickering in the hallways of dark stone emanates a sort of calm yet haunting atmosphere. Not for the first time Yuu wonders if they can redecorate the place since this is technically their house. They'd asked Lilia and he'd seemed to like the idea, but they'd have to ask Malleus too since he was the king.
Yuu had wanted to ask him first, and they would've done that long ago if they could've. They really think their friend wouldn't mind a few changes to the castle but they always forget to bring up the topic when they see him, which was rare since he was always so busy with his royal duties as king and Yuu themself frequently got caught up in solving other people's problems.
Yuu heaves a sigh, shaking their head. If you'd told them a year ago they'd be isekai'd to a fairytale land, become a beast tamer in-training, have hundreds of run-ins with death and also married to a fae king with a hyperfixation on abandoned houses and vanishing acts, Yuu would've wondered how they'd remain sane. They're still wondering about that.
While lost in their thoughts, Yuu's aimless wandering had led them outside and the sunlight shone pleasantly on their skin. They sigh, content, and follow the stone path into the garden.
Their feet lead them to a sectioned-off part of the garden that they recognise more vividly than the rest. When they'd first arrived at the Castle of Thorns, the first thing Malleus had done was show them his personal rose garden. He'd told them that he'd grown the roses himself from seeds that his grandmother had sent him every year on his birthday. Based on how many flowers there were, Yuu had made a joking comment about his age. Hornton had only laughed and smiled at them in a playfully challenging way. They still don't know how old he is.
The rose garden was more identifiable to them compared to the rest of the castle's garden because of the memory. It felt like a very significant place. They weren't like the heart-shaped bushes of red roses they'd seen in the Queendom of Roses and were instead much more colourful. Standing among the flowers, they try to imagine a plain area of dirt and a little horned boy digging and planting seeds, caring for the flowers every day and adding more until they grew and grew into this garden.
Yuu grinned to themself. Despite Malleus's intimidating aura and composed image, their friend was so endearing and passionate. It was hard to believe how anyone could be afraid of him.
Their luck must be turning up and their "summoning" thoughts finally working their magic again because they look up and see the tell-tale sign of horns peeking out of the top of the rose bushes.
Yuu navigates their way towards them until Malleus's towering figure finally comes into sight.
"Hey, Hornton," they greet. The King of Thorns looks up with slightly wide eyes before a smile eases over his face.
"Yuu. Good afternoon, my dear friend," Malleus replies. "How are you?"
Yuu hums as they approach him, their eyes drawn to the rose he was gently cradling in one gloved palm.
"I'm doing alright," Yuu says with a slight shrug. "I'm just feeling a little bored."
"Bored?" Malleus's eyebrows raise slightly. "I apologise. I suppose there is not much to do in the castle for a consort when they have no duties."
"It's alright. I wanted to relax, but I guess I got used to being active so sitting still made me feel restless."
"Hmm," Malleus hums thoughtfully. "If you would like, I could arrange for some entertainment for you."
Entertainment? They're guessing that means stuff like jesters and musicians and performances and stuff like that. They're intrigued, but the thought of sitting in a throne and watching fae do tricks or whatever for them made Yuu's skin crawl with embarrassment and discomfort.
"Um, no thank you. Maybe something else?" They then squint up at him suspiciously. "Don't you have duties, your majesty?"
Malleus looks away from their accusing gaze with a guilty smile.
"I do, but I am taking a... short reprieve, so to speak."
Right. He absolutely ditched his guards again. Yuu can imagine that Sebek is currently screaming his head off for the king and making the castle staff go deaf while Silver is probably slumped in some fountain somewhere while birds braided his hair or something.
Yuu laughs. Their eyes close as they do, so they don't see the fond smile on Malleus's face as he looks down at them.
"As your consort, I should probably tell you to go back to work," Yuu says with a cheeky grin. "But as your friend, I think you deserve a bit of a break yourself. I don't have anything to do. Tell me more about the roses."
At their invitation to divulge a topic he was fond of, Malleus beams, his green eyes gleaming. He immediately launches into a lengthy explanation about roses and rose care, some of which he had already told them about, but Yuu is still keen to listen to every word.
His guardsmen eventually appear, evident by the sound of Sebek's ear-splitting yells. Although Malleus looks reluctant, he decides that he'd delayed doing his duties long enough and ends their conversation.
"Thank you for sparing your time for me, child of man. It has been a pleasure," he says with a slight bow.
"Thank you too, Hornton. The pleasure has been all mine." Yuu returns the bow with a smile on their face.
They were still amused by the fact that Malleus had run off from his guards again so they were feeling a bit playful. They take one of his gloved hands, lifts it to their lips and kisses his knuckles.
When they look up, Malleus has a stunned expression on his face. Yuu could be imagining it, but are his cheeks a bit red?
"King Malleus!"
The sharp sound of Sebek's voice seems to snap him out of whatever distracted state he was in and Malleus takes back his hand. He gives Yuu another polite bow as if he'd forgotten he'd already done it before turning around and making his way out of the rose garden.
Yuu chuckles to themself. They really don't see much of Malleus lately, but they always enjoy it whenever they could squeeze in some time with their friend.
Even with all the trouble they got into and all the deadly close calls, Yuu found that they couldn't quite complain since they got to have peaceful moments like this with Malleus, even if they were brief. Meeting him was an accident like everything else that has happened to them in this world, but marrying him had been a voluntary decision and though it wasn't a life they were used to quite yet, they don't regret their choice in the slightest.
Smiling to themself, Yuu gently brushes a hand over some of Malleus's beloved roses as they walk the path out of the rose garden and towards the rest of the castle grounds. There was still a lot of familiarising to do and they can't do it by sitting around in one place.
#twisted wonderland#twst#malleus draconia#malleus draconia x yuu#malleus x yuu#twst malleus#twisted wonderland au#twst au#matcha writes a bit
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Hey if it’s not a bothersome and if you could do this, I would like to request if you can do a luffy or any other character you will like to have an s/o(fem if that’s alright) with long curly hair I would love it see some of them react to this and what would they do. Sorry If I’m being a bothersome or if your not taking request.
- MONSTER TRIO X LONG CURLY HAIR S/O
• A/N: i had stopped writing but small requests like this make me cheer up again 🥺
• Feat: Luffy, Zoro and Sanji.
LUFFY
♡ He really likes your hair and thinks the way his curls fall down your arms is beautiful
♡ And just like the good kid he is, you have to always warn him that he is going to ruffle your hair if he keeps playing with the curls
♡ I mean this boy was passionate about the idea of an afro hair so seeing you with long curls makes him think it's totally beautiful
♡ He will impatiently watch you comb and prep your hair
♡ "Oe, Y/N! I'm hungry, come on...Your hair is already beautiful it always is."
♡ He'll ask you to curl his hair to make him curly too, he thinks it's that easy
♡ He'll put his straw hat on your head and smile wide saying things like "Y/N looks perfect like this!"
ZORO
♡ Honestly Zoro doesn't care about looks much less hair, but with you it was something magnetic. Your beauty is something that left this Marimo speechless
♡ Zoro doesn't show much interest in other women so his closest contacts are Nami and Robin, so someone with such a different aesthetic caught his eye
♡ He can't deny the strange attraction he feels. The way your curls move in the strong wind makes him feel confused.
♡ As he approaches, one of the moments he will love the most is taking naps with you while he plays with the ends of your curls around his fingers.
♡ Will watch you fix your hair but end up dozing off in the process
♡ "Uh? Are you ready?" He'll mumble in confusion when you wake him up
♡ "Don't look at me like that, you're beautiful. Are you sure you want to leave this room today?"
SANJI
♡ We know Sanji is a womanizer, but you? You left this man breathless
♡ " Y/N swan! How can someone so beautiful exist? Your hair looks like the waves of the sea!"
♡ Expect to receive a lot of appetizers and see him always looking at you with passionate eyes
♡ Compliments all the times
♡ Loves watching you do your hair and will offer to help fix your curls
♡ Also expect him to offer to help you wash your hair. You lying in the bathtub and he sitting outside massaging your hair
♡ "You look like a goddess, my love."
#one piece imagine#one piece x reader#one piece headcanons#sanji x reader#luffy x reader#zoro imagine#roronoa zoro x reader#luffy imagine#sanji imagine
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Moon x Y/N
Summary: you’ve been tired about life and moon tries to comfort you
Reader: gender neutral
Warnings: mentions of the glitch but nothing bad happens, this is meant to be fluff!
I had been sluggish all night with my work. It probably wasn’t the best idea, especially with Moon following me. He took notice and was repeatedly suggesting I ‘Take a nap’ or ‘Have a rest’, I would brush him off each time. I knew it was making him more annoyed as the night went on, but I was too tired to really do anything about it. Not physically tired, just emotionally, and mentally. I don’t think sleep will fix that so easily. The problems will still be there when I wake up.
I debate with myself if I should tell him. Maybe he’ll have a better solution, or maybe the glitch will freak out hearing me use the T word. I figure it might be worth a shot if I’m careful. I decide to wait until I’m safe in some light to bring it up to him.
It takes a bit, but I finally find myself in a room and turn the light on before Moon can follow me in. He looks at me annoyed as he sits just outside the light reach. Just outside my reach. I take a deep breath and give him a tired smile.
“I am not drained physically. I actually slept just before coming here. So I’m all rested.” I say with a half-hearted thumbs up. I’m careful with my wording, but there are only so many ways I can describe what I’m feeling. Moon's head tilts to the side a little. He’s listening.
“I am, however, exhausted *emotionally*.” I pause to see his reaction. Will the glitch freak out? Will he try to find a way in? It doesn’t look like it. Instead, the pupils just disappear from his eyes, causing him to blend into the darkness more.
I decide to press on, “Things have been pretty stressful lately. I’m overwhelmed with everything I have to do and everything that has happened. It’s a lot to process.” I’m not even hiding how tired I sound at this point. Moon hasn’t moved though, hopefully, a good sign.
“I wanted to be honest with you. I can’t hide these things from you forever. Figured I should explain my attitude tonight before any assumptions got us in trouble. After all, a nap can’t fix everything.” This might have been a bad call, but he seems to be handling the information well. I see him take a step forward. He’s still in the shadow, but closer to the light than I thought he would ever get.
“What do you want then?” He asks quietly. I look at him, a little surprised and a little relieved at the question. I sigh a little in response. I think I want a hug, but I’m not sure if he’s in the right headspace for that. I can always ask Sun later.
As I think my options through I see a hand slowly extend towards me into the light. It’s not the desperate hand of something looking to hurt others. It’s the gentle hand of a naptime attendant who wants to soothe a sad kid. More so, it’s the reassuring hand of my friend who wants to comfort me. I look up at him to see red and white eyes.
“Are you sure?” I ask hesitantly. He nods quietly.
I reach my hand out and he patiently waits for mine to join his on the verge between light and shadow. The silicone on his hand makes them soft and a room temperature. He gives my hand a little squeeze. “It will be okay, we will make sure of it.” He says reassuringly. I give him an appreciative smile and squeeze his hand back. “Thanks, I think I really needed this.”
I don’t even realize my misty eyes until the ache sets in. I turn away a little to rub them dry, but I’m careful not to let go of Moon. Oddly enough, he is what’s grounding me right now.
I feel a gentle hand on my head patting me soothingly. “It’s okay, you can cry. We will stay as long as it takes for you to feel better.” I’m not sure if it’s the reassurance or the permission to lose it for a moment, but before I know it, I’m sobbing. It’s a frustrated sob that stings my throat and drenches my face as I cry into the hand of my friend. I curl into his hand a bit as I take it with both of mine like it’s a lifeline in a storm. Like it’s the salvation I’ve been waiting for. Like it’s the home I’ve been trying to return to.
He moves the hand on my head slowly to cup my cheek. He doesn’t try to raise my head or force me to look anywhere. Instead, he just rubs his thumb across my cheek as I continue to cry into the night.
Eventually, I take some deep breaths as I continue holding his other hand against my face. He keeps rubbing my cheek all the same. I almost hide behind his hand, not ready to face the next moment. I hesitate to look up at him, I probably look like a mess.
“It will be alright, we will figure this out together.” He says in a quiet and gentle voice. I lean into his hand more and squeeze it tightly. He squeezes back gently.
I finally look up at him hesitantly. Moon looks at me with concerned and gentle eyes. “Promise?” I dare to ask, needing reassurance that I won’t be alone in figuring this out.
Moon leans in a little with a kind smile, holding my cheeks with both his hands as he wipes the tears away, “We promise, starlight.”
#fnaf moon#moondrop#moon x reader#sundrop#fnaf sundrop#fanfic#fnaf fanfic#fluff#moondrop fluff#fnaf moon fluff#I’ll do one for Sun someday I swear#gender neutral insert#comfort
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Right Side Up // 1
Princess Peach Series
|| Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter two: If I only could >>
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Henderson!Reader
wc: ~5.8k
warnings: cursing, mild smut, S4 spoilers, angst with a happy ending
A/N: Hello everyone! So, here she iiiiis - I've had a lot of people ask if I'd be writing a S4 follow along and ta-da! (There should be 6 chapters total.) I'm keeping it in the Princess Peach world, meaning the reader is a Henderson. If you have not read any of the other installments in this series, I personally think you'd still enjoy this but you might be a little confused. Being totally up front, this is absolutely a fix-it fic, Eddie did not die and I have no idea what you're talking about canon, okay cool. Now that we're all on the same paaage...
Chapter One: If I only could
“Are you the prettiest baby in the whole world?” You asked the wide brown-eyed stare focused on you. “Who’s the bestest boy? Oh, yes, it’s you!”
“If you keep that up, I’m going to get jealous,” Eddie said from his trailer door. You ignored him and Frank – Eddie’s neighbor’s dog who stayed over occasionally – went belly up. His muzzle was now littered with white hair but his waggling tail and endearingly excited pants made your heart melt.
“Oh, you’re so handsome, what a good boy,” you cooed, fingers scratching at his pink stomach. One of his little legs twitched happily as your nails caught the right spot.
Eddie’s mouth twisted into something achingly familiar and his eyes glinted. “That’s what you say to me when you lick my-”
“Edward!”
A flash of your events this morning crossed your mind and Eddie smirked. “And I’m the pervert?” He said knowingly.
You shot him a glare, one that he knew you meant: behave.
Eddie’s laughter floated over to you and you rolled your eyes, pulling Frank into your lap. You laid down, sprawled onto a blanket that you kept in Eddie’s van, and bathed in the first warm sunny day in a while. The wind still had a bite to it at night but the afternoon sun was just enough to lull you into a nap.
“So,” Eddie said, settling down next to you, with two glasses of water. You gratefully took one and drank half in one go. “Spring break is soon.”
And it couldn’t come soon enough. You’d been swamped with papers and last-minute homework assignments for the entire week. Submitting your last paper tonight would be the last thing you’d have to do before being blissfully worry free for the entire week to come.
“Thank God,” you muttered, “I don’t want to look at a goddamn economics book again.”
No matter how much Sienna promised you that you’d eventually get it – econ was something dragged up from the seventh layer of hell.
“Spring break is only a week sweetheart. You’ve still got half a semester to go.”
“Never. Again,” you said, pushing out your bottom lip. As predicted, Eddie swooped in and kissed you. Smiling into it, he kissed you once more before leaning back. His hand came down to rub Frank’s velvety ear.
“So, how about we go somewhere for our anniversary?”
“This far in advance?” You asked, looking up at him and shrugging. “I guess we could make reservations for September now.”
“What?” Eddie blinked at you, confused. “Our six-month anniversary, Peach.”
The warm breeze hit the trees behind you, the leaves creating a glittering cascade of sunbeams as they shook. Eddie’s hair fluttered over his shoulders and you got the urge to curl a finger around a strand.
“Next week?” You asked, attention coming back to him. “Do you want to do something special?”
“Well, you just seem so excited,” Eddie said, pretending to be hurt.
Laughing, you leaned forward to kiss his cheek in mock apology. “I’m so sorry, wonderful boyfriend of mine, of course I’d like to do something with you.”
“That sounded better but you could still work on the delivery,” Eddie retorted, “it sounded a little sarcastic.”
Raising a brow, Eddie tried to fight his smile but you saw it anyway. “What are we doing?”
“More like where are we going?”
Perking up, you placed Frank onto the ground between you and crossed your legs. “Eddie.”
“Princess,” he said, his goddamn smug smile making your stomach flip in excitement.
Plucking some of the blades of grass from the ground you chucked them at him. “Where are we going?”
Eddie shot you a look as he pulled them out of his hair. “Gareth’s uncle has a cabin in the woods a few towns over, by that big lake,” Eddie snapped his fingers as if he’d forgotten the name.
“Lake Monroe?” You squeaked, having always wanted to go there. Nancy and Mike had gone like four summers ago and it was beautiful. She swore you’d love it, the hiking trails looked amazing.
“That’s the one,” Eddie smiled at your excited bounces, “his uncle is loaded and has some big house by the lake. It’s got like three floors and a pool.”
Holy shit, you don’t think you’d ever been in a house that big.
“Eddie, don’t mess with me,” you said, pressing your hands together.
“I would never sweetheart,” he said, leaning in for a kiss. “Gareth says he’s in Europe or something for work. I already talked to Keith and for a very humble exchange he agreed to give you Sunday through Thursday off.”
What? Eddie had talked to Keith for you? Shit – sometimes even you were afraid of Keith and you were probably his favorite. Well…his least hated.
“You braved Keith for me?” You asked, touched.
Eddie snorted. “Once I showed him how much I was willing to bargain for, he accepted pretty easily,” he said.
“Still,” you insisted, he’d been planning this for some time if everything seemed set in stone. “I can’t believe you did that for me.”
“What can I say?” Eddie said, buffing his nails and grinning at you. “I’ll do anything for my warrior princess.”
“My hero,” you swooned, throwing your arms around him and squeaking when he fell onto his back, “if this is what you’re planning for six months, what’s a year going to look like?”
“I’ll get you a flight to the moon,” Eddie joked. “Fleetwood Mac will be there with some pizza ready for a private concert.”
“Would we be alone?” You asked, realizing you weren’t sure if any of your friends were invited.
“On the moon? I’d hope so.”
You smacked his shoulder. “At the lake, dork.”
Eddie’s brows wiggled. “Can’t wait to have your way with me huh? Don’t worry, the house is on directly on the lake and the nearest neighbors are like three miles down the road. You can scream all you want and no one will hear us,” he said, nipping at the underside of your jaw.
“That’s not what I meant,” you said, pinching his side.
He jumped and shot you a glare. “Why is it always violence with you?”
“You love it,” you said, squeezing his shoulder three times – the words left unsaid. Eddie’s playful glare softened into something familiar, something he’d shown you since the first month you’d started dating. Sometimes you thought you’d explode with how much you loved him. The way your heart sped up when you were with him was ridiculous and probably unhealthy.
Eddie’s eyes trailed down your face, his hand coming up from your waist to cradle your cheek. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip and you nipped at the pad. His eyes darkened and you saw the words reflected back at you. Heart singing, you let him pull you down into a slow kiss.
“Yeah,” he said, lips tracing what he couldn’t say onto your skin, “I do.”
This was the first and last time you offered to swap early morning shifts with Keith. You groaned as you started sorting through the returns.
“Remind me why we said yes to a Thursday morning shift?” You called out to Steve, who was half asleep next to the computer.
Well, you knew Keith had you where he wanted you – at his beck and call until your last shift on Saturday. He’d been sure to let you know he’d graciously allowed the time off on short notice because of your strong work ethic. Robin had laughed so hard he’d heard from his office.
“Because we’re money hungry, Keith sucks, and Robin has school,” he groaned, rubbing sleep from one of his eyes. “I will give you all the money from my next paycheck if you go across the street and get us coffees.”
You snorted so hard you almost choked. “Tough sell Harrington. You’re closer to the door.”
“You’re the better person,” Steve huffed.
“I am,” you agreed, laughing when he shot you a look. “Uh, Steve?”
“What?” He said, voice muffled as he hid his face into his elbow.
“Is that cheerleader walking towards us Chrissy Cunningham or am I hallucinating without the caffeine in my bloodstream?”
Steve sat up, squinted, and turned towards the windows. “Oh shit, it is.”
“Fuck, do you see Carver around? He’s just like fucking Tommy,” you hissed, hating the little spark of panic you felt in your stomach. It was too early to start a fight.
“No, she’s alone, oh shit – she’s really coming this way,” Steve said scrambling up and trying to look like you both weren’t just gawking at her.
The bell above the door rang as she pushed it open, a bright smile erupting on her face. Her eyes were wide and you couldn’t help but smile back at her.
“Hi,” you said stupidly.
“Hi! Good morning!” She grinned, waving at a stunned Steve. You kicked him under the counter and he grunted.
“Hey,” he said. You shot him a look – smooth, Harrington.
“Can I help you find something?” You asked, a little thrown by her sunshine energy. Something…felt off about her. Trying your best to look nonchalant, you took in her jittering leg and wringing hands.
Chrissy’s face turned a fascinating beet red and you glanced at Steve who shrugged. “Um, I was actually looking for Eddie,” she mumbled, eyes widening even further.
“Oh,” you blinked, “well, um, he’s not here? He’s probably just waking up to be honest. He doesn’t really hang around here during the mornings. I haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon.”
Her eyes shifted and you felt a surge of possessiveness.
“He’s my boyfriend so, if you’re here to set up some prank I can assure you that I won’t take kindly to it. I’m not someone you want to piss off either.” You felt Steve come up behind you, his foot nudging yours.
Chrissy’s eyes jerked up to yours and she shook her head earnestly. “I wouldn’t do that, I swear!” She turned her eyes to Steve and he nudged you again. “Really, I promise.”
And for some reason – you believed her.
“Oh, well, he’s um…not here,” you finished lamely. Chrissy scuffed her shoe on the carpet and you winced as an awkward silence settled. Steve cleared his throat after a beat and Chrissy jumped as if she’d been poked. Why did she look so spooked? You glanced at the doors, looking for anyone waiting for her. If you hadn’t been so thrown off, you’d say she looked…scared.
Her eyes darted around the store nervously. “He talks about you a lot, you know? I’ve seen you at the movies with him. You both make a cute couple,” she said, expression shifting to something soft.
“Oh,” you said, scratching at the back of your neck, “thank you.” What the hell did you say to something like that?
She leaned in closely, eyes anxiously on Steve. “I’m, um, looking to buy,” she whispered. You bit back a laugh, not wanting to come off rude but you doubted that Chrissy knew how to even roll a joint. Shit, you barely knew how to roll one.
“I don’t help Eddie out with that side of his business,” you said and you didn’t. Eddie was trying to save up as much as he could for a new apartment, one you had an inkling he was going to ask you to move into eventually. Which, was probably why he was taking so long to save.
You knew he felt embarrassed at being known as the local drug dealer no matter how many times you assured him otherwise. He was waiting for graduation to find a better job - you thought he’d like the record store downtown. Either way, Eddie rarely let you come with him to deliver and even less to stock up again.
“He actually had a gig a town over so that’s probably why you haven’t seen him,” you said. “I’ll tell him to keep an eye out for you. He’ll bring you what he has tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much,” she said, looking desperate and relieved. With another curious glance, you realized that she actually screamed of exhaustion, like she hadn’t slept in weeks.
“Are you okay?” You asked her, throwing it out there. Chrissy looked startled and she, once again, looked nervously around the store.
“Yeah, totally, I just really need something,” she said, cheeks pink. “Thank you for helping.”
Before you could say anything else, she all but ran out the doors.
“Well, that was weird,” you said after a beat of silence.
Steve laughed, dropping his head back into his arms. “Everyone gets stressed in the last final months before graduation,” he said, eyes closing, “you almost choked me out when I spilled my soda over your textbook.”
“I had a final the next day!”
“I barely got the cover wet!” He retorted.
You rolled your eyes and chucked a paperclip at his head. “The cover is important too!”
The man in question barged in a few hours later, five minutes before your shift ended.
“Lady Henderson,” he called out, smile wide and eyes bright. You grinned, shifting your body towards him and taking in his outfit. He’d worn his favorite black Metallica t-shirt – the one with the tear in the collar - and your smile widened when the memory of Eddie ripping it as he tore it off you a few weeks ago flashed across your memory.
The mischievous glint in his eyes as he kissed your cheek said he knew what you were thinking of.
“Hello,” you said, grabbing his chin and kissing him properly. He made a happy noise that you wanted to sink into and almost jumped when Steve’s groan echoed in the empty store.
“Every time! Do you need to rub salt into the wound guys?” Steve said, huffing. He’d been conned by Robin into staying with her until closing and was cranky about it. Robin, however, looked like she’d won a gold medal.
“Hey Munson,” Robin said, coming out the back with a stack of tapes.
“Lady Buckley,” he greeted, bowing.
Without preamble, you’d grabbed your bag and sweater, already ducking under the counter. “See you guys on Saturday!” You called out, not having a shift tomorrow since you normally had class.
This time, however, Eddie wanted to take you to your favorite Italian restaurant two towns over to celebrate the beginning of spring break and your road trip up. He’d made the reservations earlier yesterday and you could practically taste the garlic bread already.
Intertwining his fingers with yours, Eddie brought your hand up to his lips. “I missed you,” he said.
“I missed you too,” you said, pushing the door open and pulling him towards his van. “Did you tell Wayne about our trip?”
“Yeah,” he said, rolling his eyes and flushing a little. “He loaned me his duffel to take with me.”
“That’s nice?” You said, not sure why he was turning red.
“He’d packed about a month’s worth of condoms,” Eddie said, huffing.
You froze, stopping in front of the van. His eyes were firmly on the door in front of you and you threw your head back in laughter.
“I don’t know why you find this so funny. It’s weird when your family knows you’ve having sex,” Eddie grumbled, opening your door for you and herding you in. You were still chuckling when he hopped in on the other side. “Princess, please.”
“I’m sorry,” you said, hiding behind your hand. “It’s just – so funny how much you hate it.”
“I’m glad my pain brings you pleasure,” he said, smiling. Eddie threw the van into reverse and pulled out the parking lot. The radio blared to life, surprising you, and you turned the volume down a little.
“You know, considering how much you can’t keep it in your pants we’ll probably go through them before we’re back,” you said, batting your eyelashes at him, never one to skip the chance to tease him, “especially considering the bathing suit I’m bringing with me.”
Eddie groaned and you knew that he was picturing you in the suit you’d shown him earlier in the week.
“I remember being worried that if I didn’t tie it hard enough the top slips off,” you said, tapping your chin, “since we’ll be alone it doesn’t seem like that’ll be problem. Right, sweetheart?”
“Princess, I’m driving,” he said, shifting himself.
“You’re too easy,” you smiled, tucking a leg under you.
Shooting you a glare, he sighed. “What movie did you get for us this time?” He asked, voice still a little strained.
“Since your pick last week was horrible, I went for a classic.”
“Not Splash again,” Eddie sighed.
“Hey, it’s dealer’s choice – no complaining! I sat through a Nightmare on Elm Street for you.”
“At least let me grab some beer so I can get through it,” he said.
“Deal,” you said, bumping his fist.
After a pitstop for beer and pizza, you were snuggled into the sofa in a pair of shorts and Eddie’s Hellfire t-shirt within the hour. Pressing play, you watched as Tom Hanks followed Daryl Hannah.
“You know, The Breakfast Club wasn’t as bad as this – and that’s saying something,” Eddie complained, dropping into the couch next to you.
“Ah, ah, no commentary please. Besides, you like romantic comedies!” You said as Eddie pulled your legs onto his lap.
Eddie shot you a look. “I am a man of many genres-” you snorted and he ignored you, “- I simply don’t like this one.”
“Well tough luck,” you said, sinking further into the cushions. You could feel Eddie’s eyes on you as Daryl observed the televisions curiously. “You’re not watching the movie.”
“You’re more interesting,” he said, “did you know that you mouth along to some of the lines?”
“I do not,” you huffed, poking him with your foot. His hand caught your ankle, his fingers dancing across the delicate skin making you tense up. “I know what you’re doing.”
“I’m not doing anything,” he said, innocently glancing up at you.
Yeah, okay, you snorted. “We’re not even halfway through the movie,” you groaned. Eddie’s hand drifted higher towards your bare thigh. “Eddie.”
“Hmm?” He said, pressing a kiss to your knee. A jolt of electricity that always hit you whenever Eddie was around shot through you.
You resisted for a few more minutes, his lips traveling up to your shoulder. While your attention had been slipping, you’d only closed your eyes when he bit down onto the sensitive patch of skin at the base of your neck. “I hate you,” you breathed, your voice hitching when he nudged you onto your back.
“Sure seems like it,” he teased, hair curtaining around you. Legs falling open, as if by habit, Eddie grinned as he settled between them. “Absolutely loathe me, do you?”
“You’re unbearable, you know that? Next week I’m seducing you two seconds into your movie.”
Eddie chuckled into your skin, the rumble of his chest travelling into your own. “Feel free to feel me up whenever you want, princess. I promise you; I won’t fight it.”
“Shut up,” you said, patience snapping. Lifting your hips to press against his, he hissed at the pressure. Before he could say something smug and full of himself, you fisted his hair and brought him down to you. Lips clashing together, you wrapped your legs around his hips and kept him close. Swallowing one of his groans, you tugged on his hair lightly and Eddie froze.
“I feel like the situation has managed to run away from me,” he panted, jumping when you palmed him through his pajamas. “Sweetheart, if you keep doing that this is going to end before the fun really begins.”
Huffing a laugh, you let your hand drift up higher to his side and Eddie’s eyes screwed shut as you bit down onto his neck. “Your sorcery won’t get the best of me,” he said shakily.
“Won’t it?” You smirked, lapping at bite. With a grunt, Eddie managed to capture both your wrists and press them above your head. He grinned, stupidly excited to have caught you off guard, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. Keeping your arms up, despite his loose hold, you let him take the upper hand.
Daryl, on the television, cried and you caught a flash of blonde that reminded you of something.
"Oh,” you said, Chrissy’s face swimming to the front of your mind. “Cunningham was looking for you." You squirmed as he sucked what would no doubt be a very visible hickey onto your neck.
“Who?” Eddie asked, uninterested, as he focused on nipping your skin. He dropped your wrists to ruck your shirt up above your chest. His hand quickly unhooked your bra, pulling it up, and his warm hand had your breath hitching as he trailed light touches across your bare skin.
“Cheerleader,” you breathed when he licked at the valley between your breasts, hands kneading your skin.
“There’s a lot of them.”
You sighed as his teeth scraped across a particularly sensitive spot. “Blonde, short, bubbly.”
Eddie huffed, breath fanning over your skin and your skin erupted in goosebumps. “Princess, that’s half the squad.”
You sighed, pulling back from his grasp. “She’s Jason’s girlfriend? I think.”
“Sure?” He said, "I'm trying to seduce you over here and you're talking about cheerleaders."
“Don't worry sweetheart, Jason's not my type,” you joked.
Eddie nipped at the swell of your breast in retaliation. "Please don't say another dude's name while we're naked together. I'm sensitive."
"Bossy, bossy," you said, shoving him over so that you were on top. Eddie's arms came to rest behind the back of his head and he grinned at the view. You trailed a hand down his chest, stilling above his buckle. "Look, just..."
Sensing your shifting mood, he propped himself up on his arms and ducked to catch your eyes. "What? What's wrong?"
“She looked desperate, scared? I don't know," you said, trying to remember her expression. "Just - could you make sure she is…okay? Before selling her anything.”
“Yeah, I’ll take a look,” he assured you, "don't worry."
“Yeah? Thank you," you kissed him, relishing in his immediate reciprocation.
“Can I go back to what I was doing now?” He asked, eyes dropping back to your chest.
Pretending to consider the situation for a beat, you nodded. “Proceed.” Without waiting, you laughed when he surged up and suctioned himself to you.
“Hold on, let me take this off,” you said, starting to pull his shirt over your head.
Eddie’s hand on yours made you go still. “Wait, can you keep it on?” He asked, pupils blown.
You glanced down at his club t-shirt and grinned. “You want to remember this every time you wear it, don’t you?”
“Am I that easy to read?” He asked, shameless.
Kissing him deeply, you smiled into it. “To me? Yeah.” You pulled your bra out from the sleeves and tossed it onto the floor.
Eddie grinned, ecstatic at your answer, and leaned over the back of the couch to break open the new box of condoms. You let out a surprised burst of laughter and Eddie quirked his brow. “Wanna share with the class?”
“Nothing, just that – Wayne’s gift is being useful already.”
He froze. “Henderson, definitely don’t mention my uncle’s name when I’ve got a condom in my hand,” he groaned, shaking his head, “that’s worse than the first one.”
“Sorry, sorry,” you laughed, not sounding even remotely sorry. Eddie growled, flipping you back over. Out of breath, and astounded that neither of you had tumbled off the sofa, you caught sight of the time. “Hey, it’s officially Friday.”
“Two more days until we’re on the road,” he said, kissing you, “and out of this fucking cursed town, even if it’s just for five days.”
“Gosh,” you said, voice bright, “I wonder what we’ll do for five days? All alone…in a cabin in the woods…”
“I’m sure we’ll entertain ourselves somehow,” Eddie said, hands inching towards the seam between your thighs.
You gasped, heart fluttering when he smiled. “I’m sure we will.”
“Are you wearing the shirt I had on last night?” You asked, squinting against the sun streaming into his trailer and sipped your coffee.
Eddie glanced down at his chest and smiled. “Guess I am.” He flipped the pancake and slid it onto your overflowing plate. Sleep clung to both of you, making everything fuzzy.
“Why do I feel like that wasn’t an accident?” You asked, drowning your fluffy pile in syrup. “At least wash it first.”
“I resent the implication,” he said, grasping at his imaginary pearls. “How dare you even imply that-”
“-I mean it’s a miracle if that didn’t get dirty after what you did.”
“We did, you mean?” He said, waggling his brows. “I surprise even myself sometimes.”
“Oh, so humble too,” you grinned, giving him a sugary kiss when he bent over your shoulder for one.
“You’re the one who screamed so loud I thought Max’s mom was going to come over and ask if we were okay,” he teased, “was that a new record?”
“Shut up,” you grumbled, hiding your smile behind your mug. You hadn’t been able to walk straight last night and Eddie was being unbearable about it.
Eddie smirked, humming as he placed the pan in the sink. He sank into the seat next to you, curling his ankle around yours. The vinyl table rocked a little when either of you placed your elbows onto it and the sounds of the trailer park waking up snuck its way into your peaceful quiet but to you, these mornings were perfect.
“Hey,” you said, curving your fingers over his wrist. “Do you mind dropping me off before you go in?” You usually slept in and drove yourself home on movie nights.
“Sure,” he said, chewing on a bite, “I can pick you up at eight? The campaign should be done by six. That way we’ll have enough time to make it to the restaurant.”
“I got a new outfit for tonight,” you said, licking a drop of syrup that had trailed down to your wrist, feeling his eyes on you,“I think you’ll like it.”
“Yeah?” Eddie’s eyes darkened and you smirked. “What color is it? How short?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you said, licking the tip of your fork clean.
Without much warning, Eddie grabbed your wrist and dragged you towards his room. You stumbled, taken by surprise, hand reaching for your half-full mug. “Eddie, wait – my coffee’s going to get cold!”
“I’ll brew you a new pot,” he said, pushing you down onto the bed. You bounced once before you watched him rip his pajamas off. “We’ve got thirty minutes before we have to get out of here. Good news? I’m only half dressed.”
“Oh, but I’m the insatiable one,” you snorted, already wiggling out of your shorts.
“It’s that spell of yours,” he said, chasing your lips, “it’s too strong, warrior princess.”
Laughing, you gave into his nudging and wrapped your legs around his waist. “It won’t fall or falter, you know. I make sure it’s ready to weather whatever comes. You’re mine, remember?”
A genuine, small, smile grew on Eddie’s face, the heat in his eyes softening to something deeper – something dear to you.
“Yeah, I remember.”
It had felt like Eddie had just dropped you off home when the phone rang. Sprawled on your bed, you groaned. Crawling towards your night stand, you barely managed to grab the receiver before it stopped ringing.
“Hello?” You huffed, a little out of breath.
“Mrs. Henderson?” A familiar stern voice called out.
You straightened, eyes widening. “Yes?” You said, clearing your throat to try and imitate your mother’s. “Who is calling?”
“We’re calling from Hawkins High. This is the front office and I’m calling because your son has requested he speak to you urgently.”
“Yes, of course.”
“Hello?”
“What the fuck?” You hissed. “A little warning would be nice. What’d you do this time?”
“Nothing!” He squeaked. “Please, please, please-”
You groaned. “No, Dustin, I had a long night and today’s the first day of spring break. I was going to nap. I haven’t slept more than three hours in a week.”
“Have I ever told you how you’re my favorite? Of all time?”
“Ugh, Dustin.”
“I swear, I’ll owe you for the rest of the year.”
“What? What do you want?”
“I forgot my midterm paper for English on my desk.”
“You want me to bring it to you?”
“Preferably within the next two hours. It’s my last class of the day and like worth half of my grade!”
“Dustin,” you whined, not wanting to move.
“Please?”
“Fine,” you hissed, knowing there’s no way you wouldn’t have done it anyway. “You owe me.”
“Holy shit, thank you!”
“Language!”
And that’s how you found yourself back at Hawkins Highschool, a visitor’s pass stuck to the front of Eddie’s hoodie – that you’d stolen – looking for your little brother like Gollum following the one ring.
“Jesus, where the fuck is he?” You grumbled, checking the time.
Lunch, you realized. Spinning on your heel, you made your way to the cafeteria. Right as you turned into the hallway, a familiar voice shouted your name.
“Buckley!” You grinned, throwing an arm around her. “Skipping out on lunch?”
“More like late to lunch,” she grumbled, wrapping her arm around your waist. “My calculus teacher gave me a few extra minutes on my midterm.”
“Aced it?”
“Listen, Cs get degrees,” Robin snorted, pushing the swinging doors open into the chaos. “What are you doing here? I thought you took the day off to catch up on sleep.”
“Dustin,” you sighed, “forgot his English paper. I’m thinking of making him cook me breakfast every morning until Christmas.”
“Oh, or do your laundry!”
You gave her a high-five. “I like how you think.”
“I’m gonna grab food – Dustybuns is with your boyfriend by the windows, see you tomorrow?” She said, squeezing your arm once before stumbling off towards the questionable food.
Glancing towards the tables on the left-hand side your eyes met Eddie’s. Confused, he straightened and lit up anyway. Looking to see what had caught his eye, Mike followed his stare. Smiling, he nudged Dustin who scrambled to his feet and jogged over to you.
“Oh my God, you’re the fucking best,” he said, snatching the folder from your hands. “I owe you my life.”
“I was thinking laundry for the rest of the year,” you said, wrapping your arm around his shoulders.
“What?” He screeched; gob smacked. “Don’t you think that’s a little far?”
You narrowed your eyes at him and he grumbled. Walking over towards their table, you were suddenly intercepted by a wall of muscle. Jason Carver’s patronizing eyes took you both in.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite Henderson siblings,” he sneered, quick hands snatching the folder in Dustin’s hands. Your brother squeaked, eyes widening and you sighed. Was there ever going to be an end to this?
Without hesitating, and with speed that would make Max proud, you grabbed the folder back from him. Pushing Dustin a step behind you, you took one towards Jason. “I know it’s been a while since you’ve last seen me, Carver, but if you need a refresher of that sucker punch I gave you before I graduated; I’m happy to do an encore.”
His eyes narrowed and he took another step forward, his chest almost brushing against you. “I don’t remember what you’re referring to, unfortunately,” he hissed.
Eyes flashing, you clenched your hand and Jason’s eyes shifted to them. “You should call your buddy Tommy, see how picking on me and my brother ended up for him,” you said loudly, his friends snorting behind him.
While you hated the confrontation and they’d both taken every opportunity to take jabs at you – you’d learned very early on that you could never roll over. With a swift move forward, Jason flinched minutely but it was enough for you to smirk.
“Catch you later Carver,” you said, grabbing Dustin’s sleeve, and hitting his shoulder with your own as you passed by.
“Holy shit,” Gareth said, eyes wide and excited. “You just almost punched Jason Carver.”
“She just got him to flinch,” Jeff hissed, glancing over at their table. “I forgot how badass you are.”
“I didn’t,” Eddie said, his arms coming to your waist and pulling you firmly into his lap. “Hey warrior princess.”
“Hi,” you said, kissing his temple.
“Ugh, guys, please,” Dustin groaned.
You glared at him and he shrunk. “I suggest you not say anything lest I shred that folder.”
“Holy shit, that was so hot,” Eddie said into your ear. You rolled your eyes and tugged on his shirt.
“I can’t believe you really wore that,” you said.
“It’s the last campaign,” Eddie said, grin mischievous, “what else would I wear?”
“What’s wrong with it?” Mike asked, eyes wandering over Eddie’s regular Hellfire shirt.
Eddie snorted and you sighed. “Nothing,” you said, shaking your head.
“Still smells like you,” he muttered. You reached beneath your leg to pinch his and he jumped. “Now, now, no need to resort to violence.”
“I’ll show you violence,” you grumbled, leaning into his warmth.
The bell rang, a five-minute warning, and like always, everyone in the cafeteria ignored it.
The basketball team stood, however, and a pair of blue eyes burned a hole into your back.
“I should’ve known, the town Freak and Henderson would shack up together,” Jason said as he passed towards the door. A few of his friends chuckled, shooting you looks.
Jesus Christ did these guys not have anything better to do? You’d forgotten how judgmental this town could be. “Do you just like the sound of your own voice?” You snapped back. “The adults are having a conversation sweetie; remedial math is that way.”
Gareth snorted, water coming out his nose and Jeff pounded his back, eyes riveted.
“You just let you girl handle your battles?” Jason called out, trying to have the last word.
“Uh, yeah, I make a cute damsel in distress,” he said, batting his eyes and everyone at the table laughed. Jason and company scowled and disappeared through the doors.
“See you tonight?” Eddie asked, kissing the edge of your jaw tenderly. You pecked him once before standing up. “Can’t wait to see the infamous outfit.”
Grinning, you walked towards the side exit. “See you,” you said, and with the eyes you felt watching you why not take a page out of Eddie’s book? You blew him an exaggerated kiss, knowing he’d get your point. Eddie pretended to catch it and tumbled backwards off his seat with excessive force. The table laughed, Dustin pretending to gag, and Eddie dusted his shirt off as he stood. He pretended to put in his pocket and smiled at you.
“Behave, children are present,” Eddie said loudly, a fake bashful expression on his face.
You winked, grinning, and disappeared out door. Dinner tonight couldn’t come fast enough.
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33 EPILOGUE II: A GENTLE REMINDER
DUSK IN THE BRIGHTEST | chapter directory
erwin smith/fem!reader, erwin smith/you, no y/n | slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff & smut, mutual pining, canon AU, college/univ AU, professor erwin smith, commander erwin smith, non-linear narrative, manga spoilers
Trigger warning: canon-typical violence, graphic description, explicit sexual content, suicidal thoughts, mental health issues, trauma, implied/referenced sexual harassment, implied/referenced abuse, attempted murder, overdosing
Plot: It was always the nightmares, really. Entrapped with walls, human-eating giants, fighting through metal strings and swords – utterly violent, dreary, recurrent. But behind the blurry faces was a man with menacing blue eyes and vivid features; eventually appearing before you as your new reputable professor, Erwin Smith. Since then, the disaster had slipped beyond your subconscious. AO3
so... you clicked on here with awareness that this chapter will be explicit, yeah? in case you got it wrong, then here's the SFW version of this chapter, please.
Here you are again.
After letting Historia accompany you with college errands to get back at things slowly, you dropped by Erwin's place to nap. You reached his home by late afternoon and he's expected to be home before evening so you quickly settled yourself on his bed. You thought you'd have a peaceful one because of his scent glued on the mattress and pillows but you woke up frozen and sweaty.
And the ceiling is broken and a titan's head is plugged tightly into the hole.
Of course, your man will always be sharp. You felt him sit on the bed and glide his hands on your face to soften the curl in your eyebrows, gently whispering sweet nothings to you all the while encouraging you to move a muscle.
When you could finally speak you said, "There's something at the ceiling."
"Okay, tell me what it is."
"A titan's head with its mouth open. It's about to completely break the wall and eat me."
He hovered his head on top of you so your eyes would be fixed on him instead of the ceiling, "And what are you thinking right now?"
You finally moved a finger, "That if this titan gets my head then I'm good as gone. I won't exist everywhere now."
"I told you, you will not cease to exist." He gently said.
Yeah, it's pretty much impossible but his words are more than enough for you. That's why you have to get back from it.
A lump formed up in your throat. You gulped it down then you slowly regained control of your muscles. Erwin soothed you afterward.
The circumstances regarding your existence rattled you since the night you voiced it out to him. Never mind the completely busy yet tranquil days, this setback would have you depressed for weeks if not addressed immediately.
And so you feel like you're in dire need of comfort. He'd give it to you, he would give everything to you. That's why you reached up to him for a kiss, wrapped your arms around his neck, and arched your back. It went for a while and when he saw how lidded your eyes are, he knew what this night would be about.
"Can we do it?" You muttered gently. You have to have him near you as much as you can. To feel that you're not close to disappearing just yet. That he could touch you as a completely tangible being and not a soul fluttering into mere dust.
"As much as you want." He held on to your waist and hummed. After a last chaste peck on your lips, he proceeded to nuzzle his lips on your neck. He showered his attention at the sensitive spot on the side of your neck, just a little bit below your ears, and you felt him smile upon hearing your sighs because of his nibbles. "Would you like to take the lead?" He whispered.
"You're fooling around. You always end up throwing me down the bed after a while."
"But I love seeing you try." He chuckled.
And so he let you throw him on the bed and reverse the position. He's smiling a bit too sweet but the amusement and teasing laced his features just as much. Every single time you attempt to be ahead of him. It gets quite too endearing.
"I'll be on top now. Tell me if you want to stop."
Erwin let out a laugh then rested a forearm on top of his eyes. With the look on your face, he's certain you'll falter a moment from now. He doesn't even have to switch you on his own. "Continue."
"You don't want to stop?" You inquired with a smile.
Erwin slightly moved his arm so he could see you in one eye, "You seemed to be enjoying this a lot."
"I am. I'm not ceasing to exist right now. We could have each other and I get to feel it." You murmured and hovered until your faces were centimeters away.
"You are." He rested a palm on your cheek. "Feel how warm my hand is?"
"I do." You lightly turned to kiss his palm and landed a kiss on the bridge of his nose as well in exchange. "You can feel it too, right?"
"I do."
"Have you seen it? How we took each other that night? Have you felt it too?"
He heaved a sneering chuckle then. "Tell me more."
"I was on top of you, helped you a lot, let you do me as many times as you can, whispered apologies as you can't bring yourself to stop. Wasn't that included in your dream?"
"I almost committed homicide upon waking up."
"Why? Our dreams about that world include feeling whatever we see."
"And when I tell you I still want to touch you as soon as I wake up the next morning only to be reminded that you're actually an unmovable heap in life support, would you understand how frustrating that was?"
"But I'm here now."
He heaved a sigh upon hearing that and hands slowly glided all over your back. It was then both of you realized that he still has to be reminded of it from time to time as well. It's not only you who's struggling about it. It's not only you who gets vulnerable thinking about it especially when fragments of that day resurface in your minds.
"You're here." He whispered. You peppered his face with kisses to help him.
"Let's do it again. I feel like it's been a hundred years since then." You closed the proximity by resting your forehead with this, swirling your hips so you could feel him below you further. Both of you hummed. "Can I do it again, Commander?"
He grabbed your head for another kiss again, way deeper this time. He tried to be patient with you. He really did. Your adjustment after what happened was his utmost priority all this time.
He slightly pushed your head up to pause the kiss then you immediately whined. "Why are you always pausing it on the good part?"
"I'm curious about what you have in mind. Come on, lovely thing. Tell me."
Little did he know, the kiss made you mushy already — no rational thoughts but have him — feel him again and again. "I'll lock you here so you won't leave. We're doing this endlessly."
"That so?" He smoothly slid his hands to your waist and thrust his hips forward. Blood rushed down in between your legs. Pathetic sighs followed suit. "How would you do that when you're already this sensitive? We haven't even started yet."
"Don't underestimate me," You scoffed and tried to shoot your lidded eyes open to assert. "I will make you a whimpering mess again, Erwin Smith." Despite the convicted tone, you let it out rather weakly. You want to have him right this second and that desperation is making you want to beg.
It almost made Erwin laugh. Still, he could cater to your desire to take charge as much as you want right now; despite immediate failure, until you finally admit defeat. "Show me then. My pretty soldier doesn't waver and surely knows what she's doing." He cupped your face, "Does having me come inside you included in the whimpering mess you want me to be?" That indeed shot your eyes open and Erwin feigned a surprise, "And now you're embarrassed about it? Really?"
Well, you really are embarrassed by that. "To be fair, I did that because—" You pondered. You also don't have a rational reason why.
"Because?" His thumb playfully circled your cheeks.
"It feels really good that I don't want it out?"
"So are you going to be that reckless again?" He doesn't mind. Not at all. As he continuously says, you could have everything you want in this world and he'll see to it that it's done.
"Can I?"
"You told your brother you don't plan to have children."
"Yeah. The only kid I'm willing to take care of is him."
Okay, he gets it now. He laughed. He thought you were joking when you said it just feels good. "Well then, that'd work here after all. Take the lead."
And that's what you're concerned about after the heated kiss. You want to be under him again. Being on top would take lots of pressure and energy because you're not used to it yet. Now you're starting to admire him for being so confident about it. He sensed your reluctance so he frowned as if he didn’t see it coming at all. "So are you going to be like this again? Riling me up only to hesitate in between?"
You gave him a pleading look in hopes that he'd let you off again this time. It's not that you can't take the lead. He hadn't touched you for so long and even if the realization is quite late, the yearning for him made you weak and submissive. "I'm willing to learn, okay! I just don't want to tire myself out. We have all night, you know."
"Oh?" He seems genuinely surprised this time. "So this won't be settled in one round?"
You're about to answer yes, but then Erwin has the stamina enough to make you unconscious. Of course, you want to relish it and that's by not blacking out early. You have to clarify that.
"You're hesitating again." Erwin mused. "Do you think I have lots of patience for this?"
"Can you take me easy for the first round?"
That's the cue that you finally gave up then. Erwin finally shifted so he'd be the one on top. He pinned you with both of his hands again. "You're being too bad on me right now. Don't you think you should've asked me this earlier instead?"
"Sorry. You look so good when teased." You shot him a grin. "And I missed you a lot."
He looked at you for a while then gave you a peck. "So are you done with the teasing now?" You nodded. He landed a chaste kiss again. "Sure?" You nodded again, the grin did not falter. He kissed you again. "I don't think you'll be grinning like that as we go further, though."
And you'd love that. "I'll take it like a good girl."
"Of course, you would." He muttered as he slowly trailed his fingers to your chest. "Not like you have any other choice." He released your hands for a while so you could unclasp your bra.
He pinned your hands again, though, so you tried to grasp a hand out of it. You have a habit of pressing his head on you and he knows it so he trapped it tighter instead. Without a word, he darted his tongue on your bare chest. Right, this man won't let you off this time. You chuckled in defeat and let him play around the sensitive skin for a while. He gave both of them the wanted attention but when you got too impatient, you tried wiggling out with a whine again. He just stifled a laugh though. He wouldn't grant you that so easily.
Erwin went lower to land wet kisses from your chest down but as soon as he reached your abdomen, he stopped and got back up again. You almost asked him why but the mischievous glint in his eyes answered your question; he will be making you desperate and you won't be able to do anything about it. As if it's his way of teaching you a lesson to go by your word instead of leaving him with hesitance, that you're about to be put in your place for assuming you could get away with all the things you're doing to him.
He removed his hand from pinning you but even before you could act on it freely he sternly said, "Don't you dare move it." Then gave you a hard look. You quickly followed with a smile. "Eyes on me." It felt like flipping then. You're never getting over this tone even if he would only dare to use it during these moments. God, this man's too soft on you.
He slowly removed the garments left in him — with his shirt first, boxers, then underwear. With his body laid bare before you, your smile faltered and desperation took over. He held back a mock; no need to fret, he had all the night to tease you. Upon cupping your cheeks again, he felt the heat on your face. "We haven't even started yet." And pointed out nonchalantly. You frowned and attempted to stray from his orders until he clicked his tongue. "You know better than moving that, dear."
You want to pull his hair out and have him nuzzle your neck for hours. "I learned my lesson now."
"I don't think you do." His fingers slid on your clothed core then stroked it too weakly, deliberately. "You said you'll take it like a good girl."
"Yeah, I did."
He smiled, satisfied that you understood it somehow, then stroked a little bit harder. It wasn't enough though and he knew it. When he felt the forming wetness on your underwear, he only chuckled but didn't do anything about it. He was rather quick to notice your hand twitching instead. Without stopping his fingers on your core, he used his spare hands to pin you again and then latched his mouth on your chest to suck again.
"Please."
"Got the grin gone too fast? I expected more from you."
"You win." You admitted. You don't even feel bad for the defeat. You can get back at him next time when you're not so desperate anymore. "You win— please, do me now, please?"
"That won't do." He stopped and sat on his knees. His face was flat and lacking mercy. "Touch yourself."
"What?"
"I don't remember stuttering, love." He said with the same tone.
At least he allowed me to move my hands now.
You quickly put a hand inside your underwear but then Erwin sneered, almost apologetic for not making his instructions clear. He got your hand out and guided two of your fingers on top of your underwear instead. He doesn't need to speak and just expected you to follow through. As much as you're frustrated, disobeying means having this slower, much more tormenting.
Also, deep down, you completely love what he's making you do. You told him you love the tease? He'll see to it that you'd get it.
You rubbed two fingers on your clothed core then your spare hand played on your breast. Luckily, he let you do that much. He looked amused despite the lack of a smile. Only when your face got needier that he started to smirk. In hopes to rile him up further, you intentionally showed your ragged sighs and moans with a plea in your eyes.
After a while, he finally took pity so he instructed, "Fingers in."
You quickly do so then, intentionally set the garment aside so he'd see how you'd touch yourself very well. The wetness made him tick his eyebrows up even though his face stayed the same. Two fingers easily slipped inside and it went on until you asked him to work on you again. He shook his head with a smile as he finally realized your moans are already genuine and uncontrollable this time. The way he looks at you just shows how aware he is of his success.
"Erwin," You breathed out. "Please fill me up–" You shot his erection with a begging look again. "Fill me up now."
His smile is laced with nothing but endearment now. "Third finger in."
The sight makes your head fuzzy. He looks so good flashing that sweet look for you, and so you follow despite the frustration. To make up for it somehow, you just had it the way Erwin does — spreading yourself open, curling up inside, scissoring around, pulling it out, and smashing it back in.
He seemed more impressed and he hummed to encourage you more. Just more, you thought. He'll give in, he's about to give in, you just need to be the good lady that you are for him. You pulled your fingers out, clenched on nothing so he'd see, then slammed it back with a moan. Your wetness dripped then and Erwin seemed to enjoy the sight that he started palming himself up.
More.
Just take more.
When the clenching got frequent and your voice tipped louder, he finally acquiesced to your needs. Erwin swatted your hand away to replace it with his own, silenced your moans with his mouth and tongue darted in. You hummed in delight and wrapped an arm around his neck while your other hand moved his spare one to your chest. He let you do so and played around your tit as you asked, very much returning the gesture of being so good for him.
It felt so much better with his fingers too. He completely knew how to move it the way it'd pleasure you the most. He curled it up inside, let it out and rubbed your clit, pumped inside again then did it over and over until he felt you clenching on him. Your skin prickled with pleasure, and heat spread your skin. But just when you were about to let it all out, he quickly pulled his fingers away along with his mouth.
You let out a confused huff. "Why?" Tears almost formed in your eyes.
"Oh, love." He chuckled and petted your head. "I wouldn't get you so riled up only to come without me inside." He then hiked your legs up to remove your underwear and when it was done, he flipped you over the bed. You almost whimpered and he kissed your back in a laugh. "On your knees."
So you did and shoved your face down the pillows. He stroked himself up and down your wetness."You've been good for me like I asked you to, haven't you?"
"I do," You plead under him. "I'll be good for you. Please."
"You always do. Always the best for me." He assured and slowly pushed inside. Finally, he let a grunt out. He's swallowed by your warmth and the way you intentionally clenched inside despite your little pain almost made him delirious as if you're not going to have him out of you again. "Do you need time?" He asked despite the urge to just delve right in without mercy. He also adjusted a bit to take you better and it pretty much did the job of unleashing the pleasure out of your pain.
"You can move." Languid, sensual, considerate as usual. When you pushed your hips in tandem with his thrusts, he went faster. Slowly but surely, your voice tipped to its crescendo and you ensured very well that your clit would still be given the much-needed attention. "S-so good, 's too good. Please don't stop. Please–"
"You look so good bent over me like this. How could I stop?" He followed the praise with a hard thrust. "Look at that, taking me so gorgeously well." He added with a whisper and a hint of a chuckle.
If you don't know him well you'd think that he's completely unperturbed by this. He sounds so composed as if this doesn't affect him as much as you do. But he's completely flushed, his grip on your hips is tight, his breathing is subtle but unsteady as if he is still holding back, and the way he kisses your back and nibbles on every skin he could reach — oh, the love and adoration he keeps on showering you. You don't want this to end.
Then his bucks became much more relentless, his husks more evident. You tried to utter something, perhaps another series of begging. Shockwaves blurred your vision as the heat pooled on your back. You're falling apart and he knows it too well by the way you're clenching much harder.
But then he stopped. He lied. He said he wouldn't.
No, why would he?
You looked at him from behind, face laced in confusion again. You almost thought something went wrong but then he only looked as riled up as you are. He just begrudgingly halted. "But why?"
He composed himself with a sigh, flipped you on your back again, and lined himself up. "Live with me." He thrust without warning and so you gasped. "Live with me and let's start finding that damned tree together." He repeated with another thrust then stopped himself with a frustrated sigh.
There, you finally understood what he was on and so you stopped in your tracks. Fear laced your face yet again but he looked at you knowingly, resolutely. He knew you'd have this reaction again. That's why he waited — put you over the edge together with him before bringing it up again. You need to be well aware that you're one, he could feel you as you could feel him because you exist, and that wouldn't change anytime soon. "Live with me and let's find it." Not even the predicament of your existence would change it.
"I—" You were cut off when he thrust again.
"Live and find it with me." He husked. "There's no way this would be our last one."
You then realized that he wasn't asking for your approval. He is making you know. That's a statement and he wouldn't have it the other way. He can't see you that horrified again. You do not deserve to fear after doing something so selflessly for them. Both of you will have each other beyond this — drawn, bound together, again and again and again.
"I will." You headily reached for his face to kiss him but he didn't lower his head yet. He just looked at you lidded, waiting for more.
"Tell me properly." He said, sternly.
"I'll live and find it." You drawled, tears verged on your eyes. It's not even about the delayed pleasure anymore; it's just the realization that you wouldn't feel alone again — that the people living here in this space would never make you feel alone again like a speck of dust or an empty shell. "I'll live with you and find it."
Satisfied, he finally lowered his head for a kiss. He chased for the high he delayed you, assured you with whispers that you'll get it this time, that his pretty girl would get everything he could ever give. You wrapped your legs around him tightly with drawn-out whimpers. After you were well aware that he wouldn't dare stop anymore, he laughed at your noises and called your name. "You told me I'll be the one whimpering here." As if he's not on the precipice of doing so. "You sure got the guts, huh?"
"Sorry, 'm sorry." You murmured with eyes shut tight in pleasure and hastily peppered him with kisses. Not like you're going to stop teasing him after this.
"You're always full of pride until I make you a babbling mess. Does it feel that good? Doing it this way?" He punctuated the remark with a pounce, then moved your legs up a bit so he could be deeper. Oh, how quick his demeanor could change. Moments ago he's professing an oath to you then now he's just jeering menacingly.
"It is— oh god— it is." You shuddered but you can't let him just jeer at you. You started the tease and so you'll win. "But you're not any different— no, not at all!"
Well, he is way more different. He's more down bad for you. He would get on his knees if you asked him to. He loves you more than everything, even more than himself. Heck, he doesn't even love himself. "Expound."
"I didn't even hear you say you love me. I'm the only one who— who did!" You scoffed, attempted to open your eyes so you could establish your sulking. "—that night! You're so, so, full of pride, you pathetic commander."
Oh no.
Erwin almost laughed, of course with a hint of guilt. The commander was so out of it that night that he couldn't even talk, was too cowardly, and even had the guts to be thankful because his utterances of affection were mostly incoherent burbles. He doesn't deserve you at all. He cupped your cheeks, kissed you sweetly, and whispered. "It might not be too obvious and I might be flooded with inadequacies but— fuck wait, oh god. Why are you clenching so hard?" You heaved a weak but sly chuckle. Nonetheless, he sighed to compose himself. "—but I love you more than anything else."
"'s too obvious though. Heh." You shot him a wry grin. Yeah, Erwin knows that you're pretty much messing around because he's been teasing you a lot. That's what he deserves.
"Good. I have a lifetime to show it to you after all." You still had the teasing grin plastered. He responded with a look of adoration. "And find more lifetimes because you will not disappear. I'll ruin the world for you. Will have you again and again." You stopped grinning then, only sheer surprise laced your features. He flipped your mockeries again and now you're about to cry.
Erwin's not in the mood to tease around anymore, though. He closed his eyes and nuzzled his lips on your nose. "Hmm, you're clenching harder on me now, baby. Are you close?" He breathed out. The spasm and contracting of your walls don't feel intentional anymore.
You are. His pace is languid now and with warm sighs. His words are all drawn out and laced with affection, reverence even. Let it out. I got you. I'm a bad man but you'll have the best things in this world— will love you more this time, make it up to you.
That's pretty much it for you. You came with a loud sob, writhed at his mercy. And because you very much asked to have him inside you, you didn't untighten, not at all. You rather gave him a hard time pulling out. You tried to speak amidst shaky breaths, "I'll lock you down here, Erwin. We're staying in this bed forever."
He hummed in concurrence, continuously whispering faint yes in between. Erwin finally let the heated pool on his back, held onto your legs harder, and kept you from moving as he was about to empty himself inside. "And you'll take me well as I come, won't you?" He breathed out.
"Y-yes—would love to!"
With your walls continuously fluttering around him, tension snapped inside Erwin. He stuffed you full of his cum with a breathy grunt. It felt so good, so warm, you're so delightfully filled. You wrapped your legs around him so it'd stay there.
Indeed, he completely ensured that his seed would stay deep inside as you wish. Your legs felt quite jelly, completely overstimulated. You attempted to shake your legs away but he had held them down firmly. He's going to give you what you want and he'll make sure you stay in his confines as he does. "Own your words and take all of them. Just a little bit more. Almost done."
You're dumbed to answer again and your mouth was gaped open. He's tempted to take pride in it with a chuckle but your comfort is his utmost priority. "You okay?" You let out a tiny whimper as soon as he got himself out of you. "Answer me."
"I-I am."
"Would you like to clean it up?"
Of course, you would. That's when you forced your fluttering eyes to open. He almost clicked a vicious grin. You leaned up a bit as he ushered himself to you. With your hand wrapped around him, you took your mixed essence for your own. Erwin let you do so with a sigh, even helped you through it by slowly bobbing your head forward and backward. You hummed pleasingly.
When it's all cleaned up, you let yourself drop on the bed again, completely spent. He hummed in satisfaction, hovered on top again to pet your head, kissed it, and stayed like that for a while. "Sorry. Seems like I didn't take you too easy for the first one." Then he glided his fingers on the sides of your mouth to clean the excess.
But you're about to drift into sleep. "The apology's too late now, you bastard." Your head's floating.
"Oh, I know." He wryly replied then played circles on your cheeks. "But that doesn't mean we're done. You said it won't be settled with this, right?" He tapped repeatedly until you opened your eyes again.
"You're being bad on me right now."
"You're not the one to talk. And I'm just doing what you asked me to, serve my lady like the sweet girl that she is."
"Do you still have the energy to—" What you saw behind the blurry vision was his tranquil yet unrelenting look. He's not exhausted at all. "Yeah, right. Why would I even bother asking that?" You cut the question yourself.
He massaged your limbs so they wouldn't be too sore throughout the night. He missed you a lot and both of you have to deal with it, take all of him until he's spent and dried up. "Are you having a hard time keeping up?"
"No way. Told you we'll do this endlessly."
"I went so hard on you that night." He whispered in lament upon remembering his dream, the one you pertained to earlier.
"Not hard enough, young man."
"Oh? You want me harder?"
"You're too soft on me."
"Of course, I would. You're so sweet to me, can't hurt you like that." Then landed kisses on your cheeks and down your ears. "And we have all the time for it. I'll love you gently for now, as I should've done so before."
"You asked a very important question in between, though. Who in the right mind would do that?"
"Your man was never in his right mind to begin with. Let's start with that."
"Yeah," You opened your eyes properly this time. You looked at him sadly. "No one in their right mind would be willing to damn a world with further glitches because of someone like me."
"You're not just someone for me." He stopped massaging your limbs and held on to your hand again. "Unlucky for this world because I got aware of its circumstances and the fact that they're threatening you away from me." He kissed your knuckles. "In one of the worlds you managed to see somehow, were you able to encounter a version of this where you didn't exist at all?" The question struck you like a knife. Memories flooded over with so many terrible scenes. You bit your lower lip up and you could almost feel your eyes swell again. "Seems like it wasn't a good one, then." He added upon examining you.
"You—" You breathed out. "You didn't last long with those nightmares."
He's not surprised. After all, nothing would save him from that other than something that's completely the same as him, that something being you. He went to you to be judged and that's all he had wished for. That judgment would be more than enough for him to keep living, whether or not you'd decide to go to him like this again. "How about the others?"
"Isabel's confliction towards her eccentricities estranged her relationship with her siblings. Don't know how long but she ended up not so cheerful anymore." You pondered. "I really didn't expect that."
"And?"
"Historia had a hard time coming to terms with herself easily." You sighed. "She let an important person slip away because of it."
"Then?"
"Levi…" You swallowed. "Was so guilty about everything."
It was silent for a while as if he needed time to process what you saw as well. "Your brother?" He said after a while.
"I wasn't able to see him and know." and you're not even looking at him anymore. You're just staring blankly somewhere.
"I see." He muttered. "So do you realize it now?"
Of course. "But still, it's hard to–"
"I'm not asking about anything else. Do you realize it now?"
"I do." You muttered weakly.
He hummed then turned your face to him. He landed a chaste peck on the bridge of your nose. "That's a good start, then. You have to willingly come to me so you could help me find it, after all."
"But how…" You paused. The lack of certainty numbs your throat. "I don't know how we're supposed to do that. What if we end up not finding anything and we just–" have to come to terms with the hope we failed to embody?
"I wouldn't lie and tell you it's pointless to worry about. But see, when the wall fell I also have no idea how we're supposed to find anything relevant to take it back." Oh, right. How could you forget that? He was with you all those times. "But unlike that moment, I'm way more confident on this one because I already know what to find and where to start. I wasn't able to get this much until the fifth year in my post back there."
You smiled poignantly then. You went through lots of uncertainties as it is. What is there to fear? You just have to firm up and face it again. Finally, the reluctance subsided, enough for you to joke around. "It's unfair, though. I did something so huge! If we managed to find something to alter my circumstances, that wouldn't be fair for everyone!"
He shot you a deadpan look, "And you, out of all people, expect me to feel bad about it?"
"That's rude of you. Why are you like that?"
"What do you want me to do about that, then? Cry? Feign selflessness?" He bantered. "You told me I have to be honest now. I would still kill for you."
Indeed, this world's pretty much damned now. "I shouldn't have bothered asking that."
"How's the thing about your brother right now?"
"I feel so much better working on it but it's quite challenging." You tiredly sighed. "I need to find a stable income myself and more family stuff so I can qualify."
"Aw, is that so?" God, this man. He sounds like he's about to mock you again. Every single time this is being brought up and even if you don't know why, he keeps on teasing and musing around "Oooh, told him you don't want to become a mother? Sucks for you, you need to be one on paper."
"The idea I have in mind might not be so bad, then."
"Give your lowly subordinate a chance to hear an idea as great as that." You deadpanned.
"You're not my subordinate. You're way above me." You tried to retort but he cut you off. "But really? You want to hear about it?"
You curled your eyebrows and when you flashed him a glare you realized the idea in question might be something he just thought to mess around. He's trying to hide a smile. "You don't sound great, mister."
"Yeah, it would never sound great coming from someone like me."
"Just tell me. Oh god." He cupped your face and fixed it, wiping up some sweat and strands glued on it. He didn't speak after. "I'm getting quite anxious now, Erwin."
"Marry me." He casually let out. You gaped your mouth open. You hadn't felt this deep of a shock again in a while. He observed your reactions for a while and then added. "Completely under your conditions, though. It could be purely intended for your brother alone. I also figured you might not want to partake in a commitment as big as that since we got together just recently and—"
"Just recently?" You huffed loudly and realized your inquiry might be quite misplaced as of the moment but still— "We literally just talked about extending my stay beyond this lifetime."
"So do you agree or—"
"You didn't let that out as a question, Erwin." You interjected as if you heard his thoughts loudly. "Whether I agree or not is the least of your concerns."
He was silent for a while and attempted to hide a sly smile. "I was trying to be discreet about it at the very least. So I'd appear as someone with basic human decency."
Your thoughts were deprived of you then. You faced the ceiling again and just laughed out loud. He watched as you did, albeit with curiosity — perhaps anxiousness — lurking around his gaze. You pretended the small tear that dripped down your eyes was only because of your hearty laugh. "Basic human decency is asking such a question while naked. Sure."
"Oh no. I didn't take note of your preference regarding such matters." He almost gasped. "How inconsiderate of me."
The disbelief on your face was replaced with a smile. You attempted to not laugh again only to fail because when you turned completely to him, he looked genuinely nervous already. "I think the fact that you asked me to live with you and find that tree to wreak another havoc was already an answer. Of course, it would transcend a matter such as marriage. Marriage is something only applicable in this lifetime."
He nodded. "I thought I had to work on making you realize it slowly."
"I know better now, smart-ass."
"You do. I'm not satisfied with that laugh, though. Perhaps you need to be clearer about your compliance."
"Compliance? Are you dropping a command?"
"No. It's an imploring request and your disagreement would subject me to a life and death moment." He clarified.
"You're a bastard."
"Am I?"
"If you laid this down to anyone in this exact way, they'd run away from you."
"Would they?" He looked surprised again.
"Uh-huh." The way you cupped his cheek and gave him a long kiss answered his question though, and when you withdrew from it he let out a deep sigh of relief as if he had held that breath for so long. He also let it register for a while.
When he turned to kiss you, you realized it's not intended to end with silly kisses again. You welcomed it with pleasure as you always would. "Tell me properly, then." He pressed in a low voice. "Tell me you would."
"I'll be the one to do the begging if you didn't ask first." You stated as a matter of fact.
He was silent for a while then slowly nodded. He curled his eyebrows in between, though. "I would never let you beg. You're way above me."
"Stop there, mister. I'm not gonna marry someone who isn't my equal."
He looked quite horrified, "So are you not…"
"Yeah, if you keep on saying I'm above you. We're way beyond titles and ranks. No one's above each other now."
"So if I worked on fixing that, would you marry me?"
"I'll help you fix that after marrying you." You shot him a teasing smile.
He was stunned at first; it was as if his nervousness only subsided after you finished that particular remark. After a sigh, he chuckled and whispered before kissing you again, "I've polished tons of plans in mind to convince you into doing so. Glad to know that I wouldn't need them anymore."
After a long and painful struggle beyond lifetimes, shifting from worlds and embodying everything it entailed in your entireties, the grim finally subsided into pure solace.
Grief would still visit everyone from time to time — just like how dusk ebbs the light and paves way to the darkness until it subsides at dawn. But see, there are nightlights to guide you while it persists. After all, when you saw it blink in yellow and had it accentuate the features of this man that night, you realized for the very first time that you're not supposed to be alone. That you still have numerous gleaming wills to cling to. Dusk might've started in horror for Wahren, Verra, and all the bearers of the Parallel but the want to protect and preserve these lights during darkness saved them.
And you're the one who was saved by it the most.
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What Happens in Wonderland, Remains
Character x female reader
Note: (m/n) is used as you were disguised as a male at NRC. Of course, this isn't the main point of the story, just a little backstop.
Chapter Fifteen
Leona had his arm over his face as he lay in his bed. His brother and his family didn’t leave until after dinner, which consisted of take-out. Cheka had wanted to sit by you the entire night. He never thought he would be jealous of his nine-year-old nephew.
He huffed as he brought his arm down, and he turned on his side. His eyes fell to the bed he should have told Ruggie not to clean the guest room. He would have loved to spend another night in the same bed as you. Though, that wasn’t the most troubling thing on his mind.
Right now, he was thinking about a few incidents at NRC when he caught you with Malleus and Vil.
Night Raven College
Six years ago…
“Leona…” You laughed as he nuzzled into your neck.
“You like it.” His lips were so close to your skin. He was almost kissing you. “Besides, you need to be quiet…if anyone finds out, you're not really a guy. Do you think they are going to go easy on you?”
You hummed. “And whose fault is it I’m being a bit noisy?”
“Well, it’s certainly not me.” He huffed.
The warmth of his breath made you shiver. You should have never agreed to skip class with Leona. You had fallen asleep in that time in his arms, and you had no idea when the others could return. For the most part, no one dared to come into Leona’s room. However, those weren’t the two you were concerned about it was Ruggie and Jack.
“Yes, because you absolutely have no- Ahaha Leona!” You exclaimed as you laugh scolded him.
He chuckled as he pulled away to meet your eyes, propping his elbow on the bed as he rested his head on his hand. He placed a gloved finger on your lips.
“You need to be quiet…” He smirked.
You furrowed your brows. You wanted to be mad. To knock that smug, look off his face, but you couldn’t be mad. You liked him far too much for that. He knew it too, which he why he kept trying to get a rise out of you. You sat up and began buttoning up your school uniform again. It was a good thing Leona didn’t mess with your binding this time around. Leona sat up.
“You’re not gonna leave just because I’ve been giving you a hard time, are ya?”
You couldn’t help the sudden outburst of laughter.
“No, but I just saw the time. I need to go. I have other things to take care of. I’m supposed to be meeting up with Grim, Ace, and Deuce.”
Leona narrowed his eyes, “What business do you have with those froshes?”
You gave a wicked grin. “Is that jealousy I hear Leona Kingscholar?”
“In your dreams, Herbivore.” He smirked.
You stood up from his bed and walked over to his mirror, fixing your hair, which happened to be a wig. A rather good one at that. Pining it back in place, you ensured your uniform was proper. Leona was sitting on his bed, his tail hanging over the edge of the bed as he brooded about you leaving. You couldn’t help but think how adorable he was. Satisfied with how you looked, you walked over to your pouting lion. You placed a chaste kiss in the center of his forehead. He wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Do you have to go? It’s not like they need to see you.”
You gently rubbed his ears with your thumb and forefingers. The tip of his tail curled up as he rested his head against your chest.
“They don’t need to see me, but I can’t stay holed up in your room all day.”
Leona wished you could and maybe someday…
He brushed the thought aside.
It was one of many daydreams he had involving you. He stood up and grabbed his shirt off the floor. It was the one he had taken off to nap with you. He couldn’t stand to sweat and with additional body heat. It’s not like he could strip down entirely, not that he minded. But he couldn’t say the same for you. You already had a hard time looking at him shirtless at times.
“Fine…M’busy anyway.”
You gave a slight frown. “Alright…I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Maybe...”
You sighed as you left his room. Whenever he got like this, you know you had hurt his feelings. Not that you would confront him about it. It was just something you had noticed.
“Oh hey, (m/n)! I had no idea you’d be here.” Ruggie confessed.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true, Ruggie had noticed you were spending a lot of time with Leona as of late. Which was also weird to him, but he wasn’t going to question it. Not to mention, but you smelled like Leona. Again, it was strange, but he wasn’t going to question what Leona did.
“Hey Ruggie, I wish I had time to talk, but I have another place to be. See ya!” You exclaimed as you ran off.
Ruggie arched a brow, strange guy.
Leona noticed a glint of something on the floor and realized it was your phone. It must have fallen out when you were straightening your clothing. He stepped out of his room, right as Ruggie nearly ran into him.
“Where did (m/n) go?”
“Oh, he ran off, saying he had another place to be. Why?”
Leona placed a gloved hand on his forehead. “Fine, whatever. I’ll return it later.”
By the time you arrived at Ramshackle dorm you were out of breath.
“Sorry I’m late, guys.”
Ace grinned. “No problem, besides we were just talking with Grim here.”
“You seem to be on good terms with Leona. Did he talk you into being his personal servant or something?” Deuce questioned.
“Dude that’d be rough.” Ace remarked.
“That’s not the case. Though I guess how you could deduct that.”
“Bahaha.” Grim cackled. “Let’s just get inside I’m starving!”
Ace and Deuce often came over to study for tests, and you always made snacks. Ace and Deuce would bring some of their favorites as well as drinks. The rest of the night went by without another word said about your time spent around Leona. Before you all knew it, you had fallen asleep studying in the lounge.
When you woke up, you blinked a few times, seeing the guys and Grim passed out together. Ace was sprawled out on the floor, and Deuce was leaning back against the sofa. And Grim was curled up close by you. You smiled at how cute he was when he wasn’t being a little spitfire. You carefully stood up, making sure not to wake Grim. One single light from a stand-alone lamp lit up the space. You were in the process of going to lock the front door when you heard someone outside. You were curious as to who in the world would be awake at this hour, let alone walking out around Ramshackle dorm. Though you had considered the trio of ghosts for a moment.
You opened the front door as quietly as you could and closed it behind you. You blinked a few more times, trying to wake yourself up to see what was out in the dark. However, what you saw surprised you. You found yourself waking up at the sight of small florescent green orbs. You were fascinated until you were frozen stiff by the voice of another.
“What a pleasant surprise, child of man.”
You released a sigh of relief as you turned to face the dragon fae. His piercing absinthe-colored eyes seemed to scan the depths of your soul. Even though you were comfortable around him, he was the only other one who knew your secret.
“Is this visit by chance because you miss me?”
He raised his brows before, his lips tugged up to one corner.
“You never fail to amuse me.” He confessed as he approached you until he was only a foot away.
“I’m glad you find humor with me, Malleus.”
He was pleased. He had fully expected you to be in bed already fast asleep. So, did you have a nightmare? Was something on your mind? Perhaps you needed someone to talk to as much as he had wished to see your face.
“Interesting…he is all over you. Now, why is that?”
Malleus stood even closer as he pulled the wig from your head. Your hair still in pins, and he disposed of them with magic, allowing your hair to cascade down. You flushed.
“That’s much better,” He spoke gently as he pulled forward a strand of your hair and pressed his lips against it.
“Malleus, what if someone sees?”
“Don’t worry, I can easily take care of any trespassers.” He boasted with the raise of his hand.
Somehow, that made it worse.
Malleus studied you for a moment. He wondered if you had missed him like he had. He was becoming increasingly fearful of this sensation. Others had never wanted to spend much time around him, yet here you were willingly going out of your way to talk to him. Though he could tell he wasn’t the only one you were having a tryst with.
“(Y/n)…”
You raised your brows. Malleus rarely addressed you by name. So when he did, it always made your heart beat a little faster.
“Does anyone else on campus know?”
You averted his gaze. “No.”
“Good, then just for a moment. Entertain me a bit more.”
You arched a brow, wondering what he was up to. With the swift motion of his hand, your uniform disappeared, and you were in a stylish yet elegant dress and accessories to match.
“That’s far more suiting of you don’t you think?” He grinned.
You were in awe he could so easily do something like that. Though it didn’t surprise you too much since he was one of the most powerful mages in this world.
“It’s gorgeous, but you didn’t have to do this.”
“No, I suppose not. However, when I consider you haven’t been able to wear what you usually would, I feel I need to make an exception.” He explained his gloved hand to his chin.
You were touched by his thoughtfulness. The fact he would use magic his magic to try and brighten his mood. It only made you feel that much more special in his eyes.
“Malleus can I ask you something?”
He raised a brow. “Inquire away.”
You placed a hand on his chest. His eyes dilated.
“(Y/n)?”
He found his heart quickening at your touch, a warmth spreading throughout his body as your gaze seemed to hold him captive.
“Do you hold feelings for anyone?”
An amused smirk returned to his face as he hooked his thumb and forefinger underneath your chin.
“Do you perhaps feel fondness toward me, child of man?”
You felt your cheeks burn. It was undeniable the way you were beginning to feel toward Malleus.
Leona decided the best time to return your phone to you was when everyone was supposed to be asleep. On the way there, he was wondering if you’d even answer the door. If not, he could pick open the locked door and leave it inside.
That was until he heard voices, particularly yours and that lizard. Then he froze, his brows raised as his eyes widened.
Why... why am I never going to be good enough?
He clenched his fist as he hung his head. He couldn’t bear to see that guy kissing you like that.
Were you just using me? But for what purpose?
No...it wasn’t that you were using me. Was it only to make that monster jealous? What could you possibly see in that cold-blooded reptile? What could he give you that I can’t? Why…are you letting him hold you in such a way?
Malleus was enjoying your inquisitive prodding. He couldn’t be more surprised when he first learned of your concealment. A woman dressing and passing off as a man, for what reason would one do such a thing? Especially here of all places. Though he had to admit you were the most interesting human he had ever met. Thus, he gave you a nickname part out of fondness and for fun. Though he had never imagined he would find himself developing feelings toward you. It was strange the sensations you stirred within him.
Looking at you now, with that bloom of color deepening across your cheeks. How lovely of a creature you were. He finds himself drawing nearer after replying to his last inquiry. You, a human, held keenness toward him. How fascinating, truly. His eyes fell to your soft lips.
“Well, there’s no taking it back now.”
His eyes closed as his lips captured yours. His arms drew you in close to his body, and he found that your arms wrapped around his neck. It was only supposed to be a simple kiss. However, he was swept up in the moment. He felt as if he had been put under a spell. One in which he couldn’t help but crave move of you.
You pulled away from him, as you were both left panting. He pulled you into a tight embrace.
“What have you done to me?” He whispered. “What type of enchantment is this?”
You were about to reply when you heard a twig snap in half. Malleus’ eyes flit over to the direction it came from. He released his hold on you and stepped away.
“Kingscholar, what are you doing here?”
Leona narrowed his eyes, his brows furrowed. “I could ask the same, damn lizard.”
Malleus scoffed. “I fail to see how my presence has anything to do with why you are here.”
Leona clenched his jaw before turning his attention to you. Malleus glimpsed at you to see you frowning.
“You left your phone in my room.”
Malleus’ eyes widened as he turned his attention back to Kingscholar. Leona held a smug smirk as he held out your phone to you. You took the phone from him.
“Thank you.”
“Just try to pay attention to what you’re doing.” He remarked and placed a finger on your forehead and pushed.
Malleus wondered what exactly you had been doing in Kingscholar’s room. So, it was like that... then he would have to step up his game.
Leona spotted you with Vil a few times.
Laughing.
Smiling.
The way Vil would smirk and chide you for not paying closer attention to how you were wearing your uniform a certain way. His hands were so close to touching your body as he fixed the issue. Though as far as Leona could tell, there was no real issue.
This was Vil’s way of becoming intimate with you.
Since when did you become so close? Why were you flirting?
Leona couldn’t focus, so he closed his eyes. Class was so tedious; he already knew this stuff. This was probably why his eyes kept finding their way to you. However, he kept seeing you at Vil’s side or vice versa. It was annoying. He only had so much energy.
He decided to let it go for a while. Until he spotted Vil, kissing you in a secluded part of the campus. It made it worse since you were just as frantic over him too it seemed.
Leona decided he would ask you about it later since you had agreed earlier to meet him. He just hoped it wasn’t like he thought.
Leona had known you were not only seeing Malleus at times while you were spending time with him, and he had mostly come to accept that it’s just how you were. You didn’t seem to care about him any less, and that was the main concern to him in the beginning. However, he also noticed Vil began keeping you increasingly closer to him as well. He wondered if you had told him your secret. He was getting annoyed just thinking about it.
Were you an idiot? Did you think telling yet another person that you were actually a female would be a good idea?
He liked you that much was true, and he did want to be around you. However, he wondered when he had begun to care so much about whether you were discovered by the others? Maybe because he had wanted to feel special for being the only one to know at first. But now he wasn’t so sure he had been the first to know since Malleus had known almost as long as he had.
But Vil.
Why’d you wanna be around a guy like that?
He often found himself being more irritable with you than he should have been. One day, he decided to ask you about it when you had snuck out of class with him. You went back to Ramshackle dorm, lying on your bed with Leona lying next to you, as you both locked eyes with each other.
He reached out and ran his thumb over your lower lip. You could tell there was something troubling him.
“Something’s bothering you.”
He sighed as he withdrew his hand back to his side and turned onto his back. He despised feeling this way. What was the point of you hanging out with him if you just were going to go hang out with Malleus or Vil later.
“It’s nothing.”
You sighed. “Is this about Vil?”
His eyes widened as he glimpsed over at you; did you know what he was thinking?
“You were the one who said you didn’t want to be in a relationship. Let alone say that it would only cause problems and you’re getting upset over this now because I’m becoming closer to Vil?”
He scoffed. “Your not becoming closer you are closer to Vil.”
You averting his gaze, you knew Leona had been becoming increasingly impatient with you. You just didn’t realize he was so jealous about you spending more time around Vil. You were trying to know all of the house wardens better. Then again, you made it an avid point to avoid Azul at all costs for fear of him possibly finding out you’re a female and exploiting it for his own gain. Even if that meant revealing it to the others. Plus, Leona had warned you about him in advance. So you had him to thank for that. Still, what did he have against Vil?
You tapped your finger against your lips.
Leona turned to his side, facing you once more. “What are you thinking about?”
Your eyes fell upon his countenance. “What do you have against Vil?”
Leona scowled at the mention of his name. He could easily tell you he was too much of an attention seeker, liked validation and wouldn’t be ideal for you because he could be very blunt and harsh to the point he would come off cruel at times. He had high standards, and not to mention, the guy is a total diva.
“Let me ask you something. Do you honestly mean to tell me you like that kind of guy?”
You couldn’t help the laconic laugh that escaped your lips.
“Leona…you silly lion.”
“Hey, who’re you to call me silly?
In seconds, you had pushed him down onto the bed, straddling his waist. His eyes blew wide, his ears flattening, and his heart pounding. You bent down close to his ear.
“You’re forgetting. You can change my mind.”
You then gently bit his ear. A jolt at your action. He was already hot, but you were beginning to make him sweat. He hated it, how much you affected. Half the time, he felt you messed with him on purpose. He simply couldn’t figure you out what you were thinking. When you released his ear, he had you pinned back against your bed.
“Herbivore, you really know how to get under my skin…” He remarked before snuggling close to you, resting his head on your chest.
It was true he could probably sway you to change your mind. But that’s not what he wished to do. If he were to win you over, he wanted you to willingly choose him.
#twisted wonderland#leona kingscholar#malleus draconia#vil schoenheit#leona x female reader#Malleus x female reader#vil x female reader#《🦋writes 》
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l. kingscholar : affections
an up-close look of Leona through the five love languages | pt.I
words: 1.15k
a/n: used this to help me flesh out a fic I'm working on, but got a tad longer than it was supposed to be (ノ*゜▽゜*) lmk if you’d like to see the rest!
I. PHYSICAL TOUCH
Love is a foreign concept to Leona
it’s not that he hasn't seen it. He’s witnessed how Farena gazes at his wife, his queen-- it’s sickeningly sweet and light as it permeates through the palace walls. even the attendants fawn over the two of them. it makes him wanna gag
the love that Leona knows is too small of a word for what he feels for you
to Leona, it’s an ache that grows and grows when you aren’t there, a hunger he didn’t know he had, that only you can satiate. To be bent by your will over and over again because this was a compulsion he had no choice over. it has to be you, there’s no one else it can be
but these are feelings he can’t find the words for so easily, or at least not yet, but his body finds other ways of expressing them to you
the most notable would be his tail, which you’d always find curled around your wrist, ankle, and sometimes even the small of your waist. This is partly done to keep you in place when he’s napping with you (read: on you), but he craves the reassurance your warmth gives him. it tells him that you’re there, standing by his side instead of cowering or circumventing. you are here and don't plan on leaving anytime soon. but if you touch or mention his tail Leona won’t hesitate to smack you with it
when he hears you enter the botanical gardens and he’s feeling generous, he’lll raise his tail as a way for you to spot him easier-- but only for a moment! the last thing he needs is for Ruggie or Rook to get in his business, so you better keep your eyes peeled
napping is another. there will come a point in your relationship where he’s so used to your presence that Leona can’t seem to sleep as easy unless you’re there, much to his chagrin. don’t be surprised when he starts to pull you away so we can take our 5th mid-day nap
once he has you, good luck on getting to class because he will not let go. Leona has a tendency to keep your whole body in his grasp; your back flush to his chest with his arms and legs caging you to him. he’s less of a lion and more of a boa constrictor with its favorite body pillow
even after waking from his nap Leona doesn’t let go, keen on resting his head on your shoulder and watching whatever you’re up to until he lulls back to slumber
When wanting affection, Leona frames it as if you’re the one who wanted it; you thought that his braids where unruly, it’s not his fault he pulled you into his lap to fix them. you think he needs to button up his shirt, so you button it. in reality, he leaves it that way just so you could fix it. he likes knowing that you care for him and partly because he likes riling you up too.
flustering you, watching you flush knowing that it’s only him that can pull a reaction like that from you pools a warmth in his chest he can’t find a word for, except that it puts some pep in his lazy gait, his simpers that more sharper.
if he’s really demanding (ie: needy) Leona is not subtle. He’ll grab you away to have time with you without interruption and will get extremely pissy if someone comes to bother either of you
A custom between lion-folk when consecrating relations to their mate is to expose their necks to the other, burrow their heads in the junction between neck and shoulder. it’s a sign of trust. To expose your weakest part to the other and know they will not bite and tear you in two.
Leona tells you something he can’t recall, in the cover of the flora and leaves you lay under, and you laugh. it’s not the prettiest thing in the world, but it’s genuine and honest in it’s beam like the burning sun of the savannah. He’s analytical by nature and does not commit to a decision without formulating all possible outcomes. But for once, in the heat of his emotion, Leona falls into his baser instincts. His head finds its way into the crook of your neck and embraces you, obscuring his face from view. You don’t respond for a moment and all at once he is reminded of who he is, that there are lines he cannot cross just because he wants what is on the other side. he is the scorned second son and will be second best in all affairs that matter. to his brother. to the kingdom. to praise. crown.
to you.
but your kind hands come to cradle his head and he feels the heat of your lips, firm as they press a kiss into his neck
and all at once he knows that you are his and his alone, and he is yours.
II. GIFT GIVING
Leona is an observant sort by nature, and with you, being his partner, he’s keen on observing every aspect of you; when you’re mad, sad, happy. what are your likes and dislikes
If you’ve been eyeing an item for some time, you can’t hide it from him. it doesn't matter how many times you tell him I don’t really need it and it’s too expensive anyways. Have you forgotten herbivore? Leona comes from royalty, money is no object. He’s sure to have Ruggie order and nab it before you’d have a chance to protest
he doesn't make a big fuss when he gives it to you. finding its way into your arms before he walks away, occasionally leaving it at the doorstep of ramshackle, or even handing it off to Ruggie to deliver (bless his heart), wrapped in rich white paper and fancy gold ribbon
but the meaning behind the gestures are all the same: if you want something, he wants you to have it. Stop worrying over the small things, let him provide; let me take care of you
You’d also find yourself leaving savanaclaw with more than you’ve entered; old spell drive sweatshirts, ornate bracelets and necklaces you’re too scared to check the price of, even gifts from home that Leona sees no need for
He’s not just throwing his leftover junk onto you (even though he does like to free up space) call it vain, but something about you wearing something that’s obviously his makes his pride swell even more. Leona is the cursed and scorned second-born prince of the Afterglow Savannah. no one has ever wanted what he’s has to offer, has needed him so deeply. Leona will not tell you ( or at least not directly) but he will give you everything he has until there is nothing left in the world to give
#did not proof read this just dumping and running#leona kingscholar#Leona Kingscholar x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland#savanaclaw#writings#ruggie bucchi#rook hunt
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Day 27!
Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom x Fem!Reader
A/n: Almost done! Oh boy, what a journey this has been! This is a bit on the shorter side, but that's okay, let's just say it's the start of a mini series.
"I'm sorry."
That's all that you heard on the way home, and as you curled up in bed. Everyone was sorry, but that wasn't going to fix the outcome. Sure there were other methods, but you wanted this particular one to work out. Was the clock always that loud?
What were you going to tell Eddie? He was just as excited as you to take this next step, but- It all seemed pointless. Because it was.
You managed to drag yourself to the living room and fling yourself onto the couch. This place seemed a lot more empty. Your phone kept dinging, and you knew it was Eddie, but you couldn't bring yourself to answer him. Sure, that was an awful thing to do, because he was probably worried, but you were just so tired. And... Sad.
You aimlessly flipped through the tv channels. Nothing good was on. Everything you saw was the one thing you wanted, but you'd never have. Family this, family that. Did it not occur to these tv writers that not everything works out for every person on this planet?
You tossed the remote onto the floor and decide to answer the phone, seeing as there wasn't much of a point to doing anything else.
Hey, you okay?
Maybe you're sleeping, but just tell me how everything went when we get home, alright?
Love you.
Love you too. Sorry, I was just tired.
That's alright! We're heading home. Excited to hear how everything went.
Oh, you thought, staring at the message, he won't be excited for too long.
You put your phone on the floor and just existed for awhile. Nothing felt right anymore. Of course, most people would tell you that this wasn't the end of the world- But it was the end of your world. At least, that's how you wanted to feel about this whole ordeal.
You shut your eyes and turned your head to face the back of the couch.
Maybe you hadn't gone to the doctor these last few weeks, maybe you'd just be clueless your whole life. You'd rather not know for sure than to know and hate yourself for it.
With a heavy sigh, you allowed yourself to drift off into a little cat nap. You were certain you'd be taking a lot of those as of now.
The door shut, followed by keys being placed down. Your eyes fluttered open at the sounds and you pushed yourself up on your elbows and turned your head, still feeling hazy.
"Did we wake you? Sorry."
"No, I wasn't- How are you? How was your day?"
Eddie came over to the couch and sat down at the other end, "Who cares how our day went. Yours is the one we want to talk about."
You sat up and it felt like you were going to be sick, "Uh huh. Okay."
Eddie looked like he was going to burst at the seams. He was so excited to discuss this and everything little thing that came with it. He took your hands in his, "Because I was thinking, There's this cute little house- It'd be just right, and I- Well, I mean, it'd be better than here."
"That's a nice thought." You said quietly.
"And it's in a great neighborhood. I got a little snoopy and checked everything out. It'd a great place, and then y'know, we can finally have a place where we can redo things and paint. We'll finally have that cute little yard you've been talking about." Eddie almost seemed lost in a daydream, "And since we're-"
He stopped when he saw the tears streaming down your face.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"Maybe it's happy tears."
"I want all of those things." You said, wiping your face in a fruitless attempt to stop the tears, "And I want everything else that you're thinking of. That's all I've ever wanted, and it's great that we're on the same page."
"See." Venom said, "Happy tears."
"But," You kept staring at your lap, watching your tears land in it, "I couldn't ask you to do all of that. It'd be pointless, after all."
"Pointless?" Eddie moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, "I wouldn't say it's pointless. We got a common goal in mind, don't we? A fa-"
"Please don't say that word." You blurted out, "I hate that word."
"You didn't hate it," Eddie's speech seemed to slow down, "Yesterday. Did everything go okay today?"
"No." You sobbed, "It didn't. And- I- We-"
You felt a tendril latch around you as you cried and hiccupped. The world felt so tiny, and it's almost like everything's been thrown off balance.
"I can't-"
"You don't have to say it." Eddie said, pulling you into his lap, "We understand."
"I've ruined everything. We had this whole plan and now it's up in smoke."
"You didn't ruin it. You can't really control this type of thing."
"Aren't you sad? Upset? Don't you hate me?"
"Hate you? Never. And sure, I'm sad," Eddie kissed the top of your head and wiped your face on the sleeve of his shirt, "But, we'll figure something out, right? We always figure things out."
Venom understood, and he could feel just how heartbroken everyone was, but yet he didn't seem how this was going to tarnish everything. Was there no way to just... Fix this issue? Could he fix it somehow?
"Maybe we'll be that annoying couple on the block with the three loud dogs." Eddie chuckled, "Or cats."
Eddie could see that you didn't want a cheap laugh. You were looking forward to this next step, but now you were just stuck in place.
"I just want a baby." You continued to cry, "We both did, and I can't give you that one simple thing."
"I told you," Eddie tried to sound reassuring, "We'll figure something out."
"Does it have to be human?" Venom asked, purely out of curiosity.
You weren't sure why, but that make the crying worse. You'd completely forgotten that there's even alien races that have more babies than you.
"What did I do?" Venom asked.
"I'm sorry," You said, sniffling, "You didn't do anything. I didn't mean to- I'm sorry, V."
You put a gentle hand on the top of his head, "You probably don't get why this is such a big deal huh."
"Well, considering that all the children's I've had just leave and turn out evil," Venom replied, "I guess I don't even see the appeal in parenthood."
You gave him a rather kind smile.
"I promise that we'll figure something out." Eddie said, "But, for now, we gotta deal with the issue at hand right now."
"I'm sorry, Eddie. I wanted it to work out."
"It's not your fault. Sometimes these things just happen. And that's totally okay."
You deflated and laid your head on his chest. He was being so brave for you.
"It's okay to not be okay." You whispered, trying to not cry again.
The apartment was quiet as the tv flicked colors over everything in its view. You had no idea how quiet it had been, but then a sound broke the silence.
A sniff.
#eddie brock imagine#eddie brock x reader#venom imaigne#venom x reader#marvel imagine#marvel x reader
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Love knows not its depth (until the hour of separation)
pairing: Kuroo x f! reader
genre: angst / fluff, post timeskip!
warnings: a tiny smudge of suggestive content
wc: 4.9k
m.list ~ taglist. ~
a/n: this is my rendition of a grown up Kuroo. life has been a little hectic for me recently, so i’m only getting around to posting it now. pls be kind and i hope y’all love it <3
“I need a break.”
Kuroo continues to snore. You are unsurprised he doesn’t hear you. After all, he came home glassy eyed, smelling strongly of alcohol after yet another night of drinks with his boss before quickly falling asleep in bed. It’s what he does most weekday nights, leaving you alone at home to manage your two daughters and tuck them into bed.
“I’m tired, Tetsuro.”
You are too tired to even tell him how you feel. You have a career of your own, two daughters to raise, a never ending list of chores and errands that must be done. You are a mother, a wife, a career woman. You have so many roles to play yet there is no space for you.
You must do something, anything or risk your heart imploding in your very chest.
You cannot survive that.
The next morning, you call your boss, ask for a day off. Then you pack your girls off to your mother’s place with two little suitcases with toys and clothes enough for a long weekend before you take the train to Hakone, check yourself into the ryokan with a view of Mt. Fuji that you spent your honeymoon at - except this time, you’re alone (but then again, you’ve been lonely for so long, you hardly notice the difference anymore).
You dip yourself into the hot waters of the onsens, watch bamboo sway in the breeze. It’s been at least a year since you’ve been even able to take a bath uninterrupted. There’s always something - Aiko needing help with her homework, Fumiko whining for another piece of mochi, your boss calling to chase for yet another report, so all you’ve ever had time for is a hurried shower before placating your daughters or seating yourself in front of your laptop to deal with your boss.
Finally, you’ve stolen a day to yourself. It’s absolute bliss.
The water is kind to you. Its heat soothes your aching muscles, the rising steam steadies your breath. You walk out of the baths feeling refreshed, renewed, but when you enter your room you find Kuroo Tetsuro waiting for you.
“I’ve been calling your phone all afternoon”, he says, face pinched. “I was worried.”
“Were you?” you say before you can stop yourself. “Really?”
“Of course”, he says, uncrossing his legs to stand. “You’re my wife and the mother of my children, of course I care.”
Wife. Mother. Employee.
The roles that life has handed you haunts you again. There is no escape for you.
Your skin suddenly feels as if it’s stretched too tight over your frame. Your bones rattle, brittle. They threaten to break if you take another breath. Yet you laugh and laugh and laugh, the sound spilling from your lips filling the room, suffocating the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.
“If you really cared, you would have noticed that your wife is broken”, you tell him between bouts of laughter. “I tried fixing myself with a break but you can’t even give me that.”
Kuroo stares at you, equal parts horrified and confused. He takes a hesitant step forward towards you before thinking the better of it, swerving over to the kettle instead, clutching it as if it holds the cure to your madness.
“Calm down”, he says, “take a seat”, and you do. He offers you a cup of tea. You accept it, even though you’re still shaking from the aftershock of your laughter. “Drink”, he says, and you bring the cup to your lips, though you wonder absently why you taste salt in the bitter tea.
“Tell me what’s wrong”, he begs. “Tell me what I can do to fix you.”
You want to tell him that you’re not strong enough to do what’s expected of you. You want to tell him that you’re drowning from the weight of being his wife, the mother of his kids, from being a working woman that he can be proud of. You want to tell him that you understand his career is important, but so is yours, and you can’t carry the weight of the world alone.
But that would take too many words, and you are far, far too tired for that.
So you say blankly - “I can’t do this anymore, Tetsuro.”
His face falls.
You should remember that Kuroo Tetsuro, first and foremost, is a child scarred by his parents’ divorce. You should remember that you made promises that you and he would never put your daughters through that. But you’ve floated beyond hysteria into a grey indifference, your mind too broken, too tired, too numb to consider him when you can barely even hold on to yourself.
You don’t even notice the hot tears soaking through your yukata. You are deaf to his pleas to give him another chance. There is nothing left in you to give because you’ve poured all you’ve had into him, into your family, into your job. You are so, so empty, and you just sit and sip your tea and wonder idly if the warmth from the liquid you’re ingesting will make you feel a little more alive, or if it’s possible to ease the dull ache in your heart.
It is only when you wake up the next day and the sun is high in the sky that you register that he rolled out your futon for you, tucked you into bed, and kissed your forehead as a goodnight and goodbye. But all of this is washed away by the relief you feel when you read the note he’s left behind telling you that he’s returned to Tokyo, and to enjoy your break.
So you do.
You relish every bite of the meals you have at the ryokan. It’s nice not having to cook or scarf down your food at your office desk for once. You fill your time flitting between the onsens and curling up in your room with a book, taking frequent cat naps until tomorrow comes around again and it’s time to check out and head home.
There’s a brief moment of surprise when the reception informs you politely that your husband already paid your bill - but you suppose that’s just Tetsuro being efficient at racking up credit card points. The bullet train takes you back to Tokyo, and a couple stops on the subway takes you home.
“Okaeri”, you call softly out of habit, not expecting anyone to respond, but Kuroo responds with an even softer ‘Tadaima’, striding over to take your bags from you and usher you into the apartment. There are pink roses sitting in a vase, but you pay it no mind.
“The girls?” you ask, already headed in the direction of their room.
“I picked them up from your mom”, Kuroo responds. “Don’t wake them up, I just put them to bed”.
A peek into their room and it settles your mind to see that your girls are safe and sound asleep.
“Thanks,” you say, back in the kitchen, checking the fridge for what you can whip up for breakfast for you and the girls tomorrow. “By the way, I’ll pay you back for the hotel room from my own money, don’t worry.”
“It’s fine”, Kuroo answers, scratching his head. His hair seems a little more rumpled than usual. “I’ll cover it. I should’ve realised you needed a break.”
“You sure? You don’t have to pay for me, I’ve got money of my own.”
“No, let me pay for it, please. It’s the least I can do.”
You shrug. “Okay”, you say gracelessly. “Thank you.”
He continues to watch you over the kitchen counter as you lay out bread, eggs, ham, cheese. It’ll do for a quick breakfast for the girls tomorrow, never mind the guilt eating away at you that you really should do better than feeding them processed food all the time. You’re so preoccupied with planning the morning rush, the best way to clear the stack of reports that must have piled up on your desk at work by now that you miss Kuroo rounding the counter to stare down at you worriedly.
“You haven’t had dinner?”
“Oh no, I had a bento on the train on the way back.” It’s second nature to you to brush away anyone’s concern. “It’s for the girls’ breakfast.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take them to childcare before work tomorrow. Sleep in and take a break.”
“Really?” You stare back at him, confused. He doesn't even take charge of the girls in the mornings when you’re sick, your mother always has to fill in your place. He only ever turns up on the first day of school each year.
“Yes, of course. In fact, I’ve rearranged my work schedule so I can take them to school all of this week at least.”
“Oh”, you say, brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay, I guess. Wake me up if you need my help.”
“I won’t”, he replies, with a cocky smirk that seems almost false. “Goodnight, love.”
You don’t think of Kuroo’s strange behaviour overmuch, falling asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.
Kuroo continues to act strangely all of next week.
As promised, he takes charge of getting the girls out of bed and ready for school. But you’re taken aback when he starts coming home for dinner, completely floored when he hands you a whole armful of bath salts and orders you to take a relaxing, hot bath while he wrangles both the girls and the washing machine into submission.
He even calls your mother to ask her to babysit on a Saturday evening so he can take you out for dinner at a fancy restaurant that serves foam instead of food. You manage to stumble through conversation with him - a commendable effort, since it’s been so long since you’ve even held a proper conversation with him besides snatches of discussion about the girls.
At least until he states during dessert - “we can make it work if you want to quit your job and stay home full time with the children.”
The mousse on your spoon melts by the time you put it down on your plate.
“Did the guys at work tell you it’s easier to have a housewife instead of a working wife? Are you saying this because you don’t think I’m a good enough mother to our girls? Is that what this is about?”
Kuroo shakes his head frantically, reaches across the table for your hand, but you yank it away with a glare. The extra rest you’ve gotten this week has injected a little more fight in you.
“I try my best to be a good wife and mother, but I’m sorry I can’t be perfect and be there for you and the girls 24/7.” You press down on the sliver of cake with a vengeance. Clink! goes the flat of your spoon against the porcelain plate. “I’m sorry for being selfish, but I don’t want to be reliant on you.”
You regret your harsh words when Kuroo slumps back into his chair, murmuring “I just wanted you to be happy. Forget I ever said that.”
He pays the bill and you walk home in silence. He bids you goodnight with a crumpled smile.
It finally clicks when you are startled awake by Kuroo’s shout of alarm.
You roll over, grabbing his shoulder to shake him awake from the nightmare that has him in its grip. His eyes jolt open, and the sight of your face makes him sink back into the pillow with a sigh of relief.
“Thank the gods you haven’t left.”
“Why would I leave? This is my home, isn’t it?” You mumble, turning your back to him again.
You feel the bed shift as Kuroo sits up.
“No”, he rasps, voice rough with sleep. “I was afraid you left me”.
Oh. So that’s what all of this is about.
You must stay quiet for far too long, because he gingerly crawls over to you.
“Dearest”, he says, your heart suddenly aching because you don’t remember the last time you heard him use that pet name with any amount of affection. “Darling”, he tries again, pawing at your back. You shut your eyes resolutely and refuse to turn to face him.
He doesn’t give up, even though the distance between you seems to yawn wide and wider with each passing second.
“Are you?” he asks, his words small, shrunken in the still, dark room. “Going to leave me, I mean.”
No, you’re about to say, the word balancing at the tip of your tongue but it feels wrong. Your break has given you the space to breathe, the time to think. It’s made you realise what you’ve said to him in the ryokan that night remains true.
This week has shown you that Kuroo can do better as a husband, as a father if he wants to. But he’s poisoned your marriage with neglect, forced you to dress up your sadness in silence, allowed your resentment to fester and simmer into frigid indifference. If you reassure him that you aren’t going to leave him, it’s only because you’re too tired to, not because you actually love him anymore.
“I don’t know, Tetsuro. Our daughters deserve to grow up with both their parents, but I’m not sure I want them to learn from my example that it’s okay to shoulder the weight of marriage, parenthood and a full time job all by themselves. Your dreams and career are important, I know, but I’m just so tired of being alone in this marriage when it was always supposed to be a partnership between me and you.”
You hear him choke back a sob. You should comfort him, but the exhaustion you feel at being honest with him, with yourself, weighs your bones down, forces you to sink further down into your mattress.
“I’m sorry”, he finally says.
“I’m tired, Tetsuro”, you whisper brokenly, clutching the blankets to your chin. “I think I deserve better.”
“I know. I’ll make it better, I promise.”
You want to ask him how, but your eyelids grow heavy, and you allow yourself to submerge into slumber.
You’re not sure what to expect, but the ground beneath your feet shifts. Things start to change.
Kuroo continues to take your daughters to childcare in the morning on the way to work as he did last week. That very weekend, he straps Fumiko to his chest, takes Aiko by her hand, and within an hour at the department store aided by a flash of his credit card, he purchases a dishwasher and robot vacuum for the house. He loads the dishes without you asking, runs the robot vacuum remotely once a day. It buys you time to breathe, a little more time to sleep.
He doesn’t always make it home in time for dinner, but he tries his best to rush home so he can read the girls a bedtime story and tuck them into bed.
“Dada”, Fumiko lisps, chubby fists wound around Kuroo’s tie. ‘I wanna hear another princess story!”
“No Fumiko! Papa promised to tell us how he met mama!” Aiko prods Kuroo’s side with the wooden doll Yaku sent from Russia that you know he abhors. ‘Keep your promises, papa!”
“Alright, settle down you monsters. I’ll tell you two stories if you promise to go to sleep right after that.” The girls cheer. “Now. Let’s see. A long, long time ago, your papa met your mama when she decided to beat him up because she thought he was trying to steal her food.”
“You were trying to steal my food”, you interrupt, leaning against the doorway amused. “You didn’t stop til I stabbed you with my fork.”
He glances up, surprised when you sit beside him on the bed. Then he grins.
“You left it on the table, dearest. What was a guy supposed to think?”
“Mama, please let dada tell the story”, Aiko interjects with a huff.
“Hurry up, dada! I want the princess story next!” Fumiko pulls at her silly dada’s shirt, pouting.
You both laugh. There’s a soft smile playing on his lips when his eyes meet yours.
Travelling all around Japan is still part of his job as a marketing director of the Japanese Volleyball Association. But now Kuroo pares it down to the bare minimum, makes sure he’s always back by the weekend at the very least to sweep the girls in his arms and shoo you off for a break of afternoon tea with your friends or shopping with your mom.
“Will you be ok when I’m gone?”
You hand him his suitcase, a flask of his favourite tea. “I’ve always managed fine. Nothing’s changed.”
He bends down to kiss Aiko on her forehead, pinch Fumiko’s cheek playfully.
“Yes. Well. I’ll come home soon”, he says, quietly. You startle slightly as he brushes his thumb over your wrist, lets it drift over your pulse point. “Please wait for me.”
You glance up at him from beneath your lashes. “I’ll see you soon then”, you reply. His smile widens, his eyes are hopeful, bright.
On the weekends, he stops flitting off for work functions and events. Instead, now he joins you for lunches at the kaiten zushi near your house, indulging the girls by ordering yet another plate of sushi just so Aiko has another chance to win a toy from the gachapon and Fumiko has another chance at feeling grown up when she lifts the plate from the conveyor belt. He stops ducking out from dinners at the grandparents’ place - both his and yours. Your mom stops giving him dirty looks when he actually turns up more than three times in a row with sake in hand.
Once every so often, he even throws little parties for your family of four, going so far as to buy a frilly pink apron that makes your daughters giggle when he whips it out for the first time. After a few mishaps (and a number of frantic calls to Fukunaga), he masters how to make takoyaki and okonomiyaki, and in the colder months, he makes steaming pots of nabe and shabu shabu.
“Itadakimasu” you murmur, and the girls follow suit. “It tastes good”, you say.
He ducks his head bashfully, pink dusting the column of his neck.
“Thank you”, he replies. “That means a lot, coming from you.”
You start to savour the bubbles of happiness in your chest when you see how your daughters’ eyes shine when they see their papa whip out the pink apron. You learn to laugh when you hear the pitter patter of little feet, their delighted squeals and shrieks when they tell you the latest exploits their silly papa is cooking up - sparklers under the stars one weekend, a nerf gun fight, the next.
The weight on your shoulders grows lighter and lighter until one day you hardly notice it at all.
“What’s wrong?” you frown at the sight of your husband dashing out of your bedroom, hair a frazzled mess.
He whips around at the sound of your voice. “Oh. Oh.” He approaches you, slowly, carefully. “You’re still here.”
Your frown deepens. “My boss called and asked me to send out an urgent email. I was just about to go back to bed. Tetsuro, is everything alright?”
He nods. “It’s fine - I just... I just woke up and thought you were gone.”
You take a closer look. It’s dark, but the shadows of the night fail to hide the purple smudges beneath his eyes, the fine lines carved into his brow. His shoulders are bowed, his lips downturned and he looks broken, battered.
Your heart hurts for him.
“I’m here”, you say, beckoning him towards you. Physical affection has been scarce between you two for so, so long but he looks so distraught it’s only natural to pull him close, let him rest his head on your lap. “I’m here, Tetsuro. I’m not about to run off into the night – you know I don’t like the cold.”
He doesn’t laugh at your feeble joke. “Are you happier now? Are things better for you?”
“Yes”, you say firmly, combing your fingers through his hair, rubbing circles along his back. “Thank you, Tetsuro. I appreciate it. I really do.”
You can feel him sag in relief.
“You don’t have to work yourself to the bone for me. That’s – that’s never what I was asking for. If you’re tired, you need to take a break.”
He shakes his head stubbornly. “I’m fine. I can bear it as long as you don’t leave me.”
“Tetsuro –“
He sits up abruptly, takes your hands in his.
“Promise you won’t leave me”, he begs, head bowed. “I know I’ve been a shit husband to you for so long. It’s no excuse, but I thought - ” he swallows heavily, waits until his voice stops wavering. “I thought we were ok, ‘cos we didn’t fight, not like my parents did before – before my mother left.”
“I was too tired to fight with you”, you say simply.
He nods once, jerkily. “I know – I know that now. When you disappeared that day, I didn’t know what to do. I went to your mom’s place and she reamed me out, screamed at me in front of the neighbours. I took the kids back, and it made me realise how fucking hard it was for you to do it all alone.” He inhales, closing his eyes as if the memory aches. “I know it’s late but I’ve changed, I swear. The girls need you. I need you. I’ll do anything as long as you stay.”
His fingers are freezing, but you do not pull away. Not when the desperation reflected in his irises makes your heart lurch in pain.
“It was hard”, you confess, and he shudders, struck in the chest by your honesty. “It was so hard, Tetsuro. You hurt me so damn much that I think I became numb to the pain. I don’t think I was really functioning for a while. For a long while.”
“I’m sorry”, he whispers, and you nod shakily.
“I know”, you reply, reaching out a hand to cup his face, a bittersweet twist to your lips as he melts into your touch. “That’s a chapter of my life, of our marriage that can’t be re-written. We can’t rewind that. But the past few months have been so different. I – you’ve shown me you’ve changed. And I think –“
You fall silent.
He prompts you. “Dearest?”
You recall the glimmer of light in your daughters’ eyes every morning when he takes their hands to walks them to school. You hear the echoes of their laughter, the lilt in their sweet voices every night when they welcome him home. You think of the tea parties he throws, the blanket forts he builds, the frilly pink apron he wears without shame and the bedtime stories he weaves every night.
“I think”, you say, with a smile that reminds him of the rising sun. “I think we can make this work again.”
He stares at you until the weight of your words dawns upon him, and he surges forward to fold you into his arms.
“Thank you”, he whispers into the shell of your ear. “I won’t fuck this up again, I promise.”
“Don’t thank me, you silly man”, you nuzzle into his neck sleepily, draping your arms around his waist. “Thank yourself for making me believe in you.”
He laughs wetly, cradling you close as you fall asleep against his chest, soothed by his heartbeat and the tenderness in his gaze.
Fumiko wakes you up unceremoniously before the sun even rises by climbing into your lap, and you open your eyes to Aiko pouting, hands on hips, demanding to know what’s for breakfast, and dada, dada, make a ham sandwich, pretty please with a cherry on the top.
“You guys are little monsters”, Kuroo teases with dancing eyes. “Can’t even give your papa a break to snuggle up to your mama.”
The girls shriek in dismay. “Don’t be mean”, you admonish him gently.
He mock sniffs. “I’m cranky in the mornings unless I get a morning kiss.”
Aiko and Fumiko crowd the sofa, clamouring to give their papa a kiss, but he stalls them with an imperious wave of his hand.
“This morning, only a kiss from your mama can chase my crankiness away”. His tone is teasing, but his shoulders remain tense.
“Nonsense. You make it sound as if kisses contain caffeine”, you scold, swatting his arm lightly as the girls giggle.
“Yours do!” he protests, and you roll your eyes as you press your lips to the corner of his lips, laughing when he puffs out his chest and declares his day can now start, that everything’ll be as right as rain.
Some days are full of sunshine, whilst others are full of rain. That’s life – but it’s bearable, enjoyable even, now that you and Kuroo face each day together, thanking the sun when it shines, and splashing through puddles on rainy days.
Things recalibrate.
The mornings are his domain now – he’s a master at concocting the most random breakfast items to satisfy your finnicky daughters. Aiko sniffs when she informs you that she’d prefer her papa to braid her hair, thank you very much, and when you shoot a look of death at Kuroo, he can’t even keep his face straight, his trademark hyena laugh erupting from his chest.
You cook dinner in the evenings, appreciating the times when he can join you at the table, not counting the nights he can’t against him because you know he’s trying his best. The girls clamour for his stories every night, laughing when he teasingly scolds them for yanking on his tie, demanding goodnight kisses from both him and you.
Now you force Kuroo to take some time to himself, shoo him off for lunches with Kenma, get-togethers with his Nekoma schoolmates. “I know you can manage it”, you tell him archly, “but you need breaks so you don’t burn out, or worse – you’ll lose your hair and we don’t want that”. When he opens and closes his mouth without a smart retort, you smirk. You get your way.
Both of you organise parties and playdates, inviting your shared friends – Kenma, of course, is a frequent guest, Bokuto, who brings along Akaashi and his sweet tempered little son (who Aiko always manages to pick a fight with, much to Kuroo’s amusement). You host Kai, who always brings offerings of flowers from his garden, Yaku, when he’s in town with his daughter, son and alarmingly fat cat. The adults congregate in the kitchen with food and alcohol, cracking good natured jokes at Kuroo and his frilly pink apron, watching the children cause a ruckus in the living room.
But you cherish the quiet moments you share with Kuroo at night when the children are asleep in bed. The chats you have whilst soaking in a hot bath about your day at work, the snippets of stories he shares about his boss, his crazy colleagues, the warmth of his arm around you as you stay up to clear emails late into the night, the heated kisses he presses to the nape of your neck to distract you when he thinks you’re working too hard.
It’s a good life. You’re happy, and so is he.
A year slips by.
The seasons come full circle. You return to the ryokan, finding peace in soaking yourself in steaming pools, watching the bamboo sway, the sun rise over Mt. Fuji. But this time, you’re not alone. You persuade Kuroo that he, too, needs a break - deserves one, truly. So you leave the girls with your mother and take the bullet train down to Hakone.
He shoots you a smirk as you both emerge from the private bath he’d insisted on booking. You swat at him, pulling your yukata higher up your neck, scowling as he winds an arm around your waist to press you into his side.
“You couldn’t wait til we got back to our room?” you hiss at him.
He chuckles lowly in response. “Didn’t hear you complaining”, he retorts.
“We were in an onsen, Tetsuro!”
“A private one”, he says with a waggle of his eyebrows, laughing aloud when you try and fail to slap your hand over his mouth. “What d’you think I was going to do with my lovely wife? I’m not a monk, sweetheart”
You try your best to shush him, but his cackling manages to capture the attention of everyone in the lift.
“What a happy couple”, an old lady remarks, within your earshot. “They must be newly married”
You think she must be a little senile. Or a little blind.
Neither of you are in your first flush of youth anymore - there are streaks of grey in Tetsuro’s mop of hair, extra weight in your hips and lines in your faces. No one could conceivably mistake you for a pair of newlyweds.
“Nah”, Kuroo drawls easily into your ear. “Just your regular old, married couple.”
You don’t speak until you’re safely in your room.
“A regular, old, happily married couple”, you say, as he hands you a cup of tea. “That obaa-san got that part right at least.”
Kuroo chokes on the lump of emotion in his throat as you serenely sip your tea.
The tea tastes bitter (as it always does), but the kisses that follow are so very, very sweet.
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