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haru-natsuka · 6 months

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Left with father (Malleus Draconia x Child)

Genre: Fluff

(I will do for Ace Trappola tomorrow for both a daughter and a son)

Out of everyone, Malleus knew the best of the meaning behind loneliness. He spent most of his time in his childhood alone because almost everyone was scared of him due to his excessive power. His only companion was Lilia at that time who was willing to do anything for him, becoming a parent figure for the dragon fae. Therefore, when he had his own child, he promised he would never let him feel the loneliness that used to consume him. There would be no moment where his child would eat a whole cake by himself.

When he saw his wife was contemplating the decision to accept her friend’s invitation, he was about to disagree at first. Although he knew his one-year-old child was a big resemblance of his features and strength, it was well known the prince was a mama boy as he always wanted to stick with his mother whenever he saw her. Even when his wife tried to take a shower, his child would crawl up to her and hold her legs to follow along. Indeed, his son followed him in terms of stamina too but dear my child, I bathed with my wife first before you came so, please wait in line.

Malleus never wanted to confine his wife in the castle as she deserved to have her own freedom and ever since their marriage, this was the first time you conveyed to him about an outing. It took him for a while to make the decision but he chose to let you have your own free time for a while as you deserved it more. He could take care of our child so just trust him and go and yet he was surprised when you showed him your reluctance to leave.

"Maybe I should just stay at home. It's not an obligation for me to meet them. I should cancel my reunion" You babble a lot as you get ready in your outdoor outfit, sometimes stop in the middle to give a thought whether you should go out meeting your friends or not.

"Dear, you can go this time to have some meaningful moments with your friends. You already did a good job as our son's mother." Malleus tried to calm your nerves as he combed your hair. A sight that no one even witnessed for him being very gentle.

"But I love spending time with you and our child more and our child just learns to walk" You stared at Malleus through the mirror, still contemplating whether you should go or not. "Dear, it is just for 5 hours. I will be with him for the entire time" "Alright, I will go but please, don’t let Lilia food be near our child and stop Silver and Sebek from spoiling him so much, especially Sebek"

He promised to do as you said but not more than 10 minutes after you left, his life became hectic already. He was just trying to get his child's meal ready before he woke up from his deep slumber. Unfortunately, when he returned back to his child’s cradle, he had already disappeared without any trace left. It was impossible for a fairy clan to betray their master and any assassination attempt would be futile as the whole castle had a special spell for every intruder. Only the worst among worst actions left which Malleus did not want it to be true. Today, he still has yet to meet Lilia, Sebek and Silver. He tried to spot the prince with his magic and found out he was in the throne room. As he arrived in the room, his prediction was correct as the missing three were playing with his son. It was fine if they just wanted to play with him but what happened to his son now? There were a lot of jewelleries on him from head to toe and the boy was even properly sitting on the throne chair as if the rightful owner was him while Lilia tried to feed him something which the prince was about to eat if it was not for Malleus to intervene in the situation.

“Lilia, it is not a good idea for my child to eat your cooking yet.” Malleus gaze at the purplish dish in the bowl Lilia was holding and immediately stand in between him and his son.

“Doesn’t he get bored eating the same food every day? You used to eat the same food too when you were a child. Look how healthy you become” The latter tried to feed the prince again, who just stared at him in confusion whether he would get to eat or not.

“We will save your food for another special occasion, Lilia and why was my son decorated with all of these jewelleries?”

“Young Master! Look at my effort in making sure the rightful prince is satisfied! I have given him all of my jewelry and he likes it so much!” Sebek clearly wanted to be complimented with his effort by his master.

“Lord Malleus, I’m sorry that I fail to stop them”

Malleus did understand why you tried your best to not let the three of them be near the prince and he just could laugh at the situation. It was so hectic but not to the extent it was that bad except for Lilia’s food.

“You guys just show your care for my child, there is no need to be angry off”

“It feels like yesterday you were this big Malleus. Now, I can feel the age get to me. You even married to The Queen and have your own child” Lilia smiles contently as he recalls the past and the current time of Malleus' life.

“Lilia, never mention-“ Malleus' eyes went wide when he realised the word said by Lilia. He looked at his child who started to look on his left and right, clearly trying to find a certain figure near him. The child whisper,

“Ueen? Mama?” When the boy realised his mother was not by his side, the once confuse voice turned to a high pierced screaming as he continuously called for his mother. The four people inside the room were in panic as they tried to comfort the kid but everything was futile as he was just screaming and crying louder than before.

“My child, I have a gift for you to play with. You must love it as the game is very interesting” Malleus took out his retro digital pet game only for his son to throw it across the room and destroy it into pieces which made Malleus just look at the destroyed gadget but paid it no further attention.

“MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!” In the end, his son never stopped crying until you returned back to the castle and he saw your face and happily greeted you at the door, playing an innocent card with his adorable face and doe eyes. You picked him up from the floor but was caught by surprise with the face of the 4 guys who were also waiting for you at the door who looked more tired than ever. Moreover, why was the castle being covered with ice?

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ynbabe · 5 months

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Fake texts au- pt.12 bffs with the rookies+ Monaco for one, please!

Literally love the way anyone older than them has to be the babysitter 😭😭😭

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The week you spent with Oscar and Logan was perfect in every way possible. You woke up with perhaps the worst backache you'd ever had, almost unable to breathe because Logan had shited his entire weight on you... well, that part wasn't perfect but the dinner you had afterwards made up for every ache and pain.

Oscar's mum made every favourite dish of yours and Logans, leaving a very jealous Oscar but at the end of the day, the three of you fell into the same routine you did as kids.

Sleeping late, Waking up even later and eating junk till you couldn't eat anymore (much to the dismay of their trainers) the only different thing is that all three of you couldn't bunk on the same bed. So you took turns, as suggested by Oscar's mother because your first idea was to fight for a spot on the bed.

But sadly, the week had ended and you had to leave, you hugged Logan and Oscar goodbye and made your way to Monaco, where you'd spend the rest of the summer vacation with Arthur.

He'd invited you not wanting to be alone while his brothers had their girlfriends and the last time he'd invited one of his friends from Prema, his mom had pulled him aside and given him the 'you know you can tell me anything, right, son?' he'd simply told her that he was just a friend, and anyways she should have been having the conversation with Charles anyway, with whatever he had going with Max, or with Carlos or Pierre.

You were a little nervous to go, never having been around his family before. You'd met Charles before and had become pretty good friends with him and Max but his mom? His Eldest brother? That was a whole other story.

He picked you up at the airport, drove you to the house, you offered to uber as you weren't allowed to drive in Monaco anymore (its a long story) when you walked in you hadn't realised everyone would be over and were currently on Arthur's back trying to get your phone back for the boy, which he had stolen when he saw the picture of you and Logan, oscar had sent you.

You looked around the room to find Charles, his girlfriend, his eldest brother, and their mother, staring at the two of you with wide eyes.

You jumped off your friends' back, snatching your phone in the process, "Um, hi, I'm Y/n, nice to meet you all!" You smiled hugging Charles and shaking hands with everyone else, trying to ignore your entrance.

"I'll go get the bags, yeah," he muttered as he left, his eldest brother following him.

"Maman, C'est une amie d'Arthur, celle dont je t'ai parlé," (Mom, She's one of Arthur's friends, the one I told you about), Charles said something to his mother in French, you tried to decipher with whatever Arthur had taught you over the years but they spoke too fast.

"Celui qui l'a emmené faire la fête?" (The one who took him to party?) She replied, her voice displaying disappointment, making the girl awkwardly standing next to the door frown at Charles for translation.

"Maman..." Charles began but his mother shushed him, making him look down.

Suddenly, the older woman's face and body language changed, doing a total 180, "Y/n, I've heard a lot about you, from Arthur and Charles!" She said with a smile, making the girl slightly jump in surprise, "Come on, sit, the boys will get your bags," she invited the youngest woman to sit and nodded at Charles to help get the bags, he wanted to protest but was nudged in the ribs by Alexandra, making him walk out in betrayal.

"Uh, hi guys," she said awkwardly feeling a little out of place. She felt like she was in front of a jury assessing her every move to give her life in prison and by the look on the mother's face, they were leaning in favour of the death penalty.

"Hi, Y/n," Alexandra began, quickly leaning forward as soon as her boyfriend left the house, " I've seen you around the paddock before, but mostly in Mclaren and Williams," She began, "I thought you were dating Oscar, right? Or Logan?" She asked making the girl cringe, she couldn't imagine dating one of her friends.

"Um, no, we're just friends, all four of us," she explained, this is so weird.

"And what about the hyper little British one?" Pascale asked making you laugh,

"Lando? I'm going to save his name like that from now on!" You smiled, "No, no, not at all, I think he's a little too invested in Carlos to even think about dating," you joked hoping to change the conversation, Alexandra smiled but Pascale remained unchanged.

"I've noticed, he's a sweet boy," she nodded, "Are you dating my son?" She asked, not sugarcoating anymore, making you choke on your spit, Alexandra quickly rushed to your side, patting your back.

"Thank you," you took the glass of water she offered, "I'm not dating Arthur!" You yelled as soon as you finished drinking the water, making his mother look at you suspiciously at first then nod.

"Thank you for being truthful Y/n," She began, "My kids are everything to me and they only have me to protect them. Lorenzo and Charles are old enough to understand just how cruel life can be, but Arthur's still naive," she explained slowly. It seemed like Alex had heard the same lecture too.

"Maman! Tell Charlie to stop kicking me!" Arthurs's voice rang as the trio stepped inside, proving her point.

"Maman, please, both of them won't shut up!" Lorenzo complained at his brother's antics, in true older sibling fashion.

"Only because you are stupid," Both Arthur and Charles replied at the same time making the eldest groan and place your bag down, to swat the others. Charles had your duffle and Arthur held your haversack, currently using it as a weapon to hit his brothers.

"Boys!" Their mother called out, making them all stop and pick up your bags, and carry them to some room in the house. Alexandra smiled at their antics and Pascale just shook her head.

"Sweetheart, come on, let's have some dinner, I'm sure the flight has you hungry and tired," She practically dragged you to the dinner table. You sat next to Arthur, Alex and Charles in front of you and Lorenzo and Pascle and either head of the table.

After the strange test of sorts, everything was normal, you joked along with the others, and the brothers often fought making you and Alex look at each other and laugh. You were getting along with her the most, being quite close in age and humour. However, as the night continued the jet lag became more and more of a problem.

Arthur was the first to notice your head falling as you sat, "Maman, We are going to turn in," you both began to get up but Lorenzo spoke up, making you stop.

" Où penses-tu aller?" (Where do you think you're going?) The older man asked.

"Ma chambre ?" (My room?) Arthur answered.

"Non, elle couche avec Alexandra, tu restes avec Charlie," (No, she's sleeping with Alexandra, you're staying with Charlie) He replied making both brothers angry.

They started talking over each other, yelling and shouting, you definitely made out more than one curse word. You looked over at Alex silently asking if she knew what was happening, but she just shrugged.

"You're so annoying, Lorenzo, Je jure devant Dieu que j'aurai une chambre d'hôtel !" (I swear to God I will get a hotel room!) He screamed making everyone quiet down.

"Don't yell at me, it was maman's idea," he looked at his brothers a little guiltily, making everyone look towards the eldest woman on the table.

"It's okay, Charlie, reste avec ta petite amie, Arthur soit avec ton ami." (Charlie, stay with your girlfriend, Arthur be with your friend.) Everyone seemed to be okay with the decision, though you didn't know what the decision was.

Arthur patted your shoulder, making you get up and follow him to his room. As soon as you walked in you kicked your shoes off, falling face-first on the soft king-sized bed. He followed suit, dropping himself on the opposite end of the bed, and turning his head to face you.

"I don't think your brother and mum like me very much, Princie," You spoke in a soft voice, too tired to even sit up.

"Nah, they are just over-protective," he answered, his voice nothing but a whisper.

Slowly your eyes drifted shut, letting yourself succumb to sleep.

"Bonne nuit, chérie."

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die-pink-maus · 3 months

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A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: Part III

❤︎ Drawing Credits: @lettaniko ❤︎

This is part three to A Weekend in Vienna. The love I’ve gotten on the first two parts has been so so so SO awesome! Thank you guys, y’all are making me feel a lot less anxious about sharing my writing, haha 🤗

♡ PART I 👉🏽 A WEEKEND IN VIENNA 🇦🇹

♡ PART II 👉🏽 A WEEKEND IN VIENNA: PART II 🇦🇹

TW: 18+, MDNI, heavy smut, mild sexting, mild asphyxiation, MDom, age gap relationship, dirty talk, female pronouns used, fingering, p in v, hair pulling 🤭, eye contact during seggs, size kink, quite a bit of German in this chapter

Word Count: 5129 // It is a HEFTY one guys 😅

Likes/Reblogs greatly appreciated 🥰

Enjoy! 💋

I woke up the following morning with a raging headache and thoughts that most certainly warrant a cold shower. My mind is clouded yet again with provocative thoughts of the large Austrian military man I had the pleasure of meeting yesterday, and how badly I wished to feel his lips against mine again. I could kiss that man all day and night, which appears to be part of what he seems to have in mind for me, amongst other things, as he so boldly pointed out last night. I hate that I have to spend my entire day anticipating our date later this evening, and I know Adrian is gonna have a billion and one questions about last night and what may have possibly happened between König and I. Sigh. I pulled the covers from my body and walked over to the window to open the curtains when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the bedroom door to find Adrian grinning from ear to ear with an extremely large bouquet of vibrant crimson coloured roses and an envelope in her hands. “What the hell?” I laughed. “Awww, did you get me flowers?” I teased.

“Haha, very funny.” She laughed. “I didn’t, but I have a feeling I may know who they’re from!” she shrieked excitedly as she handed me the flowers and the envelope, before skipping into my room and closing the door. “Chantelle” written quite beautifully in cursive painted across the front of the envelope. I set the flowers down on my bed and took a seat beside them as I opened the envelope. “Guten Morgen Schönheit,” it read.

“I just realized we never exchanged numbers, would love to hear from you before I see you tonight. I know roses are a bit typical, but they’re beautiful…not as beautiful as you, but close! Here is my number. Looking forward to seeing you again.

- König.”

Aw! I don’t think I can remember the last time a man bought me flowers, especially when it wasn’t necessary. He could have easily messaged Adrian for my number or have had her give me his, but I like that he put some thought and effort into it! I think I must’ve re-read the note at least 30 times, a goofy smile smeared across my face as I drowned out Adrian’s numerous questions. “Are you even listening to me?!” She asked as she shook my shoulder.

“Sorry,” I laughed. “What did you say?”

“What the hell happened last night?” She asked. See, I knew she wasn’t paying attention. “Soo…we kissed. Well, he kissed me.” I said as I felt my cheeks heating up, undoubtedly turning a bright shade of red as my mind replayed the moment we kissed by the bar rail. “How did I miss that?” She asked.

“You were sloshed.” I cackled as I watched her brows furrow. “You were glued to one of König’s friends pretty much the entire night, and telling the whole table these suuuuper elaborate stories, theatrical hand movements and all.” I continued, laughing harder as I recalled what she looked like while she spoke. “Fuck…yeah I don’t even remember getting home to be honest. I’m surprised I’m not sick right now, but I suspect it’s because I’m still kinda drunk.” She giggled. “So how was it?!? I need all the deets.”

“Incredible would be an understatement, that’s all I will say…I’m supposed to have dinner with him later tonight.”

“That’s my girl! I told you that man was into you.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed, “I know, Adri. He’s just…kinda intimidating. I’ve also never dated a man this much older than me.” The whole age gap thing doesn’t really bother me, it’s just different! Not even gonna lie, its a bit exciting…he’s probably very experienced, but considering I haven’t slept with very many people, I am a little worried about not meeting his expectations. I also feel like I’m reciprocating his interest in more than just sex, and that’s making me a little nervous as well. The last thing I would want is to develop strong feelings for someone who lives so many miles away. Even though we only hung out for a couple of hours at a crowded bar, in between all of the sexual tension was great conversation and a medley of common interests. In all honesty, he’s really just one big, giant, sexy dork. He’s funny, he’s intelligent and well spoken, and it seems he can also be a little shy at times too, but a part of me is hoping it’s just me that brings that out of him. “I mean, I get it, but don’t let any of that psych you out. Don’t overthink it, Chantelle.” Adrian said. “Text him! Or call him, he may be on the base right now actually. Tell him to tell Horangi I said Hi!” She laughed as she walked towards my room door. “Think I’m gonna grab a couple more hours of sleep.”

“No problem girl, you definitely need it.” I giggled.

I stared at my phone, the number from the note in the envelope typed into my contacts and saved under ‘König🙈💕’. My thumb loomed over the “Send Message” button. Why is this so hard? Maybe because I don’t know what I want to say to him. Obviously I would like to thank him for these gorgeous roses, because it was just so…cute! And even though I literally know he wants to hear from me, my heart is beating so fast it feels like it could literally burst right out of my chest. I began to type, “Good morning König, it completely slipped my mind that we didn’t have each other’s numbers, I appreciate you reaching out to give me yours. Thank you so much for the flowers, they are stunning 🙈 How is your day going so far?” I took a deep breath and hit send, damn near throwing my phone to the other side of the bed. I stared up at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity before I heard my phone ding. I didn’t wanna look at first, for fear of it not being him and getting disappointed, but I sucked it up and reached across the bed for my phone. iMessage König🙈💕. I typed in my passcode and opened the message. “I’m glad you liked them, they reminded me of you 🙂🌹 I’m actually on the base at the moment, finished up a bit of training with a few recruits, now I’m just in my office taking care of some paperwork. How are you?” He texted. Below the text was a photo of him in what I assumed was his office, decked out in FULL tactical gear. I’ve seen military men in uniform many times before, but I’d never seen anything quite like this. This must be what Adrian was talking about before. His sniper hood — the black cloth that draped over his face underneath a helmet, eye black smudged around his blue orbs, the only part of his face that remained visible. I don’t quite know how to describe how I feel seeing this version of him for the first time, though it’s very reminiscent of how I felt the first time I saw him at the train station. It sure is a shocking sight. Definitely adds to the overall intimidation factor that comes with him as whole. I bet it does an amazing job at scaring off the opposing side. Hm. I never really thought I’d be into the whole ‘masked man’ thing, but seeing him like this is making me think otherwise. I can’t help but fantasize about being in that office with him right now. I can’t stop picturing myself underneath his desk with my fingers gently wrapped around his long, hard, throbbing cock, my tongue gliding over his leaking tip as he looks down at me. His mask and eye paint drawing emphasis to the look of absolute gratification in his stormy eyes, while his large fingers twist themselves up in my hair, pushing my lips further down around his shaft. My thighs clench together at the thought, desire seeping through my folds as I continue to look at the picture, relishing in the various naughty scenarios being conjured up in my mind. Oh, God why do I like this? “I hope my hood hasn’t scared you off 😅” he texted, immediately shaking me out of my trance. I figured I may as well send him a selfie back, but I began wondering if I should change out of my pyjamas — a large black Nirvana Tee and a pair of panties. Maybe I can have a little fun with this. I tapped on my camera app and posed, my shirt strategically pulled up a bit to give him a little sneak peak at the red thong currently nestled between my ass cheeks. “My day is just getting started! Your mask didn’t scare me at all…is it weird that I kinda like it? 😜🙈” I texted, sending the message along with the photo I’d just taken. “Maybe just a little hahaha, but I’m glad you like it. I’ll have to wear it for you in person sometime 😉” He texted back shortly after. “Do you sleep that way or did you put that on just for me?🤔😏” I giggled as I read the text, biting my lip as I thought of how to respond. It’s obvious that his military attire has lit a fire in my core, and I want him to know, but a little teasing never hurt anyone. “Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t usually wear anything at all to bed.” I responded.

“Oh is that so? ”

“Mhm…🙈”

“You’re very distracting, how am I supposed to get any of this work done now?”

“Me? Distracting? What ever do you mean? 🤨🤭”

“Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, Maus, and it’s working.”

“What am I doing?”

“Making me want to drop everything to come keep you company in that bed, and give you a taste of what’s to come…I’d make sure you woke up with a smile on that gorgeous face jeden morgen.” Fuck.

“Yeah? And how would you do that?”

“Well first of all, I’m a hell of a cook, I’d make you whatever you’d like.”

“French toast?”

“With a nice side of the best bacon you’ve ever had, along with some fresh fruit 😋”

“Mmm…that sounds absolutely delightful!”

“After I’ve satisfied your tastebuds, I’ll make sure to satisfy you in every other way possible.”

“What else do you think would satisfy me?”

“A number of things, starting with slow passionate kisses…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of your lips, but I bet the ones between your legs are much sweeter. I’m dying to taste you.” My breath began to labour as I read his texts, warm slick seeping from my folds and through my panties as my fingers gently caress over my swollen clit. “How badly do you want me?”

“So bad I might rip through my cargo pants…” He sent another photo, only this one didn’t have his face — or rather eyes — in it. It wasn’t your typical ‘dick pic’, there was no nudity, but I certainly saw a lot. I stared, dumbfounded at the size of the print outlined beneath his cargo pants. I kinda figured it would be big, but I didn’t think it would be that big. I’ve never had anything that size but I got hot just thinking of taking it. Feeling him fill me up, pushing that boundary between pleasure and pain, fuck. I pulled my fingers from my panties, my juices coating them as I positioned my phone above them, capturing the strings of wetness connecting my index and middle fingers. “Komm und koste mich 💋” I sent along with the photo. “Schiße…maybe you might be the one who ends up being bad for my health 😂”

“Maybe neither of us is bad for the other…” A couple minutes of silence passed before I received another text. I figured he’d gotten caught up with work, or some…other kind of interference, but it appears he may have had something a little more serious on his mind. “I do think it is important to stress that as badly as I want you this way, it isn’t the only thing I want. I just want to make sure you know that I don’t just want your body, I want more than that.” He texted.

“What else do you want?” I replied.

“What I mentioned last night at the bar…to be able to come home to a woman as beautiful as you. I want you to be mine.”

7pm came a lot quicker than I’d expected it to. I guess it helps that König and I have been texting back and forth for pretty much the entire day. By the time he arrived to pick me up, I was ready to go. I decided to go with a black, mid length, form fitting off the shoulder dress, and a pair of strappy black heels. I styled my hair with my curling iron and parted it down the middle, before accessorizing with a pair of Diamond earrings, and my black faux snakeskin clutch. Makeup was perfect, not overbearing but not too light either, and then for the finishing touch, a few spritzes of Chanel’s Mademoiselle perfume. I damn near raced down the stairs, waving goodbye to Adrian and her aunt and uncle before walking out the door. Butterflies began to swarm about my stomach as he and I locked eyes, he was leaning against the front end of his car, fidgeting with his keys as he waited for me. He looks even better than usual — wearing a pair of medium wash denim jeans, a white crew neck shirt and a nice leather jacket. His hand outstretched to me as I approached him. I placed my hand in his as he gently pulled me in closer, placing his finger beneath my chin and tilting upward. “Hallo meine schatz,” he smiled as he leaned downward, placing his lips softly against my forehead. “Du siehst heute Abend sehr schön aus.” He whispered as he held my gaze.

“Dankeschön.” I said, biting my lip as he leaned forward to close the gap between our lips, his kiss dripping with longing and fervour. “Let’s get going, ja?” He breathed as his thumb gently grazed against my bottom lip. He quickly leaned back in for one more kiss before we got into the car. Ugh, I can’t get enough — and apparently, neither can he.

We arrived shortly thereafter at a very nice Italian restaurant. He pulled my chair out for me before taking his seat. It’s so sad that this is the first time I’m actually experiencing genuine chivalry, but men in North America do not behave this way. If anything, majority of the time it’s the complete opposite, but I won’t even get started on all that. The waiter placed menus in front of us both and filled our glasses with water, before departing as we looked over the menus. “Do you see anything that catches your eye yet?” He asked, a slight smirk appearing on his lips as his eyes peered up from behind his menu. “Maybe,” I began, fighting back a smile as I took a sip of my water. “How would you feel about a bottle of wine? Do you prefer red or white?” He asked.

“I do prefer white, but kinda in the mood for red wine tonight.

“Perfect!”

“Everything on this menu sounds incredible, but I think I’m gonna go with the Chicken Parmigiana with Linguine Pomodoro.”

“I think I’m going to go with the streak and veggies, been a long time since I’ve had a good steak.”

“Mmm that sounds yummy too, it’s definitely going to taste great with the red wine as well.”

“Oh definitely.” He smiled as he set his menu aside, his hand reaching for mine across the table, gently holding it in his as his thumb grazed against my fingers. I absolutely adore how affectionate he is. He is so different from the man I imagined he would be. While I’m sure there’s a side of him that is ruthless and aggressive, given his profession, he’s so sweet with me, and I have a feeling this is a side not very many get to see. He brought my hand up to his lips, planting soft little kisses along my fingers. “I can’t get over how beautiful you are.” He said “Ich könnte dich den ganzen Tag ansehen” he smiled, his cheeks adorning a faint shade of pink. Is he blushing? “Danke,” I blushed. “You look great tonight as well, the leather suits you.” I smirked.

“Oh what, this old thing?!?!” He said knowingly.

“Mhm, you know you look good, stop pretending you don’t.” I giggled.

“Hey, I admit to nothing.” He laughed as he raised both hands in defence. I laugh as the waiter returned to take our orders. “Are we ready to order?” He asked. “Ja,” König said. “Meine dame will have the chicken parmigiana and the linguine pasta, I will have the steak, medium, with a side of vegetables and mashed potatoes. May we also have a bottle of red wine please?” Something about him asserting dominance and placing my order for me had me clenching around nothing. I find it so incredibly sexy that he manages to remain refined and polite, all while also being stern. That tinge of aggression I see in him when he addresses others, and the attention he commands is exhilarating. As much as I can’t wait to eat, I’m yearning to be satiated in other ways that don’t involve food.

We remained at the restaurant for another 2 hours post dinner talking about everything and anything under the sun. I learned that he will soon be retiring from the army, enjoys fishing and hunting in his spare time, and collects vintage comic books. He’s a huge fan of all things classic rock and metal, but he also enjoys smooth jazz. He’s got a soft spot for cats and animals in general. He has a 5 year old black cat named Moritz, and adopted two German Shepherds for his base as pets. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and I believe we both learned quite a bit about each other, and we both seemed to like what we learned. My nerves returned as we got into his car. What happens now? I’m really trying to decide what I’d like my next move to be. Should I go home, or should I go home with him? “Two days left before you go back, right?” He asked as he turned to me, a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes. “Yes, unfortunately.” I sighed. “I wish I could stay longer, especially considering we’ve only just begun to get to know each other.”

“I also wish you could stay longer, but I assume you have a whole other life to get back to in Kanada” he sighed. “How do you feel about continuing to see each other, despite the distance?” I tried to contain my surprise as I pondered his question. I guess I never really thought he’d be interested in that, but it seems like every assumption I’ve made about König has proven to be incorrect thus far. Long distance relationships always make me uncomfortable, even though I’ve never been in one. Though I know it isn’t a relationship, at least not just yet, I do have my reservations about an arrangement such as this one. However, I do think I lucked out here. It’s not very often that you run into your dream guy on an impromptu weekend trip to Vienna. I think I’d be doing myself a disservice if I ended things on the basis of distance. “I still want to see you…I like where things are going.” I blushed, smiling as I saw excitement gleaming in his eyes. “I’m very happy to hear that.” He smiled as he leaned over to kiss me. “Sie werden es nicht bereuen, Maus.” He said lowly against my lips. I looked up at him, my heart beat picking up pace as we searched each other’s eyes. You could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife, and I think at this point the only logical option here is…I’m going home with him. “König,” I whispered.

“Yes?” He asked, gently resting his large hand over my thigh, causing a myriad of goosebumps to appear all over my body. “I’m not ready for the night to be over.” I said, a devious grin dancing on his lips as he started the car. “Would you like to come back home with me, Maus?” He asked, his hand gently gliding along my thigh, sliding upwards toward my core. “Yes.” I breathed as I reached over, pulling him down against my lips. It wasn’t long before what was meant to be a small peck turned into a full blown make out sesh, our tongues massaging against one another’s as his hand gently slipped beneath my dress. He pulled away, earnestly searching my expression for confirmation to go further. I nodded and pulled him back into me, moaning into the kiss as his calloused fingers approached my soaking wet folds. “Schiße…” he breathed as his fingers explored me through my panties, an array of tiny moans escaping my lips as his thumb rubbed against my swollen nub. His lips moved to my neck, softy sucking and biting along my sweet spots as he pulled my panties to the side. “Oh Maus,” he whispered, as he slowly inserted two of his fingers into my pussy. “You’re so tight…” he said as he began thrusting his fingers. “So fucking wet and I’ve barely even touched you yet.” He breathed against my lips, gently nipping at the bottom one as he pulled away and cupped my cheek. His expression riddled with satisfaction as he watched me squirm beneath his fingers. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes.” I moaned, as he pulled his fingers from my sopping wet cunt. “Good girl.” He praised, as he slowly pushed his fingers between my lips. I leaned forward, sucking my juices off of his fingers, my gaze never leaving his. “Mmm, that’s it liebe.” He said, indulging in the sight of me delighting in the nectar he’d procured from my folds. He grabbed hold of my chin and pulled me in for yet another kiss, but this one was different, it’s was needy and aggressive. His hand reached back down between my legs, his thumb resuming its slow and gentle dance over my swollen clit. “Such a beautiful little thing,” he whispered into my ear, his fingers reentering me, my head reflexively falling back as he massaged my g spot. “I can’t wait to pin your legs back and watch your toes curl as you take every inch of this cock.” He said, guiding my hand towards the large bulge in his jeans.

“Please König,” I begged. “I wanna feel you so bad.” My palm gently stroking against his hardness through his pants.

He smirked as his fingers slipped out of me, bringing them up to his lips and licking them clean. “You taste even sweeter than I imagined.” He said.

I slowly slipped the shoulders of my dress down my arms as König laid back on his bed, watching intently as my dress fell to the floor, my bra and panties following closely behind. He wandered about my curves through hooded eyes, drinking in every inch of me, his gaze growing dark as his bulge practically begged for release. I climbed on top of the bed and knelt beside him, unbuttoning his jeans as he reached for the hem, helping me slide them off and kicking them to the side. More than half of his hardened length lay erect against his stomach, peeking out from the waistband of his boxer briefs. Precum oozed from his blushing tip, droplets decorating the lower half of his stomach over his happy trail. I pulled down his boxers, jaw slack as I stared down at the entirety of his impressive length. “Fuck…” I said under my breath.

“Don’t worry, Maus. We’ll take it slow.” He reassured, clearly noticing the slight fear in my eyes. I nodded as I climbed a top his waist, straddling his hips as his hands began to squeeze and grope at my ass cheeks. We began to kiss, our bodies growing hot with anticipation, my hips gently grinding down, rubbing my engorged clit against his throbbing cock, covering him in the wetness spilling from my core. He wrapped his arm around my waist and flipped me onto my back, hovering over me as he planted rough, wet kisses along my neck and over my chest. His lips engulfing one of my nipples, as his hand clasped around the other, rolling my nipple between his finger tips. “Oh God…”I breathed heavily, my nipples growing hard and sensitive as he licked and sucked, gently biting and tugging on my nipple before switching sides. He began making his way down my stomach, kissing along my inner thighs before stopping to admire my needy cunt. “Such a beautiful pussy,” he muttered before hooking his arms beneath my legs, lifting me slightly off the bed as he pulled me into his face. “Fuck…” I moaned, quite loudly as his tongue engaged my nub, ferociously lapping and flicking against it as my hands grabbed hold of his bedsheets. “Mmmm,” he moaned. “You taste incredible…so fucking wet for me, meine Maus” he breathed, his breath hot against my folds as he darted his tongue inside me. “Fuck, König !” I exclaimed, the build of my impending climax growing more and more intense with each passing moment. “Let go for me, I want you to cum all over my tongue.” He growled. “Cum for me, Maus” adrenaline washed over me as I released, my orgasm pulsating through my body as he continued to suck on my hardened clit. His arms departed my legs as he lay flat and I attempted to catch my breath, three of his fingers entering my pussy, thrusting uncontrollably. My pussy squelched and clenched around his fingers as he began to curl upward, torturing my g spot as he continued to suck on my clit. “Oh König, you’re so good…I can’t,” I gasped. “I’m gonna cum again, oh my god”

“That’s it, Maus.” He praised as a second orgasm washed over me, this one much more intense than the one prior. “Mmm, mein Got you taste so fucking good. Look at the mess that desperate little cunt of yours made.” He panted. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”

“König, please.” I cried out, eyes hazy from the back to back euphoria my body just experienced. “Please fuck me.” I begged.

“You look so beautiful all dripping and spent.” he smirked as he leaned back onto his heels, grabbing his thick dick and sliding it up against my overstimulated clit. “I wanna hear you beg for it, Maus.” He smirked as he continued to tease my entrance with the head of his cock. “Auf Deutsch.” He said as he leaned over me, positioning himself by my entrance before leaning down to kiss me. “Bitte…” I stuttered. “Bitte fick mich, König.” I moaned as he slowly began pressing inward. “That’s what I like to hear.” He whispered, his eyes locked on mine, watching as my eyes widened at the sensation of his girthy cock sliding into me little by little. “Mmmm.” We moaned in unison, his hand clasping around my neck as he gently thrusted deeper and deeper into me. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Maus?” He asked as he bottomed out in me, his tip kissing my cervix. “For me to stretch out this pretty little tight cunt…destroy your cute little hole, Ja?”

“Yes.” I moaned, growing lightheaded as his grip on my neck tightened while he began to pick up the pace. “Yeah?” He moaned mockingly. “So tight, meine liebe…fuck you feel amazing.” He moaned against my lips. “You’re taking me so fucking well.” He growled, eyes piercing into me as he thrusted harder and faster.

“God König…you’re so fucking big.” I moaned. “Love the way you fill me up.”

“Mmmm, that’s my girl. You take it so well too, Maus.” He praised as he pulled my legs onto his shoulders, my moans growing louder and louder as he fucks me senseless. Obscene noises filling the air as my pussy gushes around his cock.“You’re such a good fucking girl for me.” He panted, swiftly pulling out of me and flipping me onto my stomach. He stood at the foot of the bed, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me towards him. I arched down, pushing my pussy down onto his cock as I looked back at him. His hand grabbed my hair, twisting it’s strands around his wrist as his other hand grabbed hold of my waist. He began to slam into me from behind, pulling me back against his chest by my hair. “God look at you,” he whispered. “So fucking cock drunk.” He breathed as his hand moved up from my waist to grab hold of one of my tits. My body begins to shake beneath his grip. “It’s so fucking good.” I moaned, tears stinging the corners of my eyes as he fucked my overstimulated cunt, shockwaves rumbling within my core as his cock twitched inside me, repeatedly caressing my cervix. My legs began to shake. “König I — I’m gonna cum” I cried out.

“Good.” He whispered as he spanked my ass. “I’m gonna cum with you…where do you want it?” He asked.

“My ass.” I moaned, my orgasm paralyzing me shortly after. He followed closely behind, whimpering as he quickly pulled out of me, his juices splattering all over my ass. He pulled my face towards his, placing a long tender kiss on my lips. “Du warst so gut.” He panted as he pressed his forehead against mine, cupping my cheek in his palm as we both tried to catch our breaths. I leaned forward and kissed him once more before he jogged over to his bathroom, bringing back a fresh towel and wiping his cum off of my ass. “Can I get you a glass of water, Maus?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind before kissing my cheek. “Sure.” I said as I smiled up at him.

That was incredible.

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Chapter 10: You're worth it. Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Word count: 4.6k Warning: I don't think there are any here? Just so much fluff. Summary: Wanda wanted to live the normal life she was never afforded, but something was always missing. Something she denied herself and buried deep inside. But watching you move next door, she quickly realizes that this may not be possible for much longer. Especially with all the interesting things she found in your thoughts. Chapter summary: A day around the pool with the Maximoff family and and evening with your favorite neighbour, is just the perfect way to spend a Sunday. Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8 ; Part 9; Part 10; Series materlist Masterlist of all my works

You couldn’t stop thinking of Wanda the entire night. You thought of the day you had with her as you showered, random moments replaying in your mind and making you smile, you thought of the way she kissed you, while you lay in bed, the hungry way her hands pulled you towards her, the warm feeling of being in her presence. She was so dreamy. But you knew that about her, you just never allowed yourself to really feel it, scared to get infatuated with a woman, who wouldn’t want you back. But she did! She kissed you! God, it felt so good to be kissed by her. You were practically melting, just remembering it. With all those thoughts, it took hours to finally fall asleep. You kept thinking about the next day, thinking of what you’ll do together, what kind of lunch you’ll prepare, what to wear, if the house was clean and orderly enough. With all of it, it was a miracle you fell asleep at all. It certainly wasn’t easy… When you woke up, you started with preparations, coffee and getting the house in order, picking an appropriate bathing suit, checking the fridge if you had enough food and running to the shower, so you could shave. It felt like time was flying by and soon enough your doorbell rang and you were met with the happy faces of the Maximoff family. Wanda, listening to your thoughts, had been the same mess, but she looked so much more composed than you did. She wore a charming sundress, the straps of her bathing suit peaking out around her neck. She looked lovely. But it was her smile that you thought made her look so beautiful. It was what you looked forward to the most. Billy and Tommy were right behind her and they greeted you with enthusiasm, excitedly telling you that they had floaties now, barely waiting till they could jump in the water. You watched Wanda help them settle, while you made her a coffee, remembering the first time you invited them over. They looked more relaxed now and so did you. Although, the kiss you shared with Wanda the previous night had you on edge a little. Did she want that to happen again? You hoped so, reasoning that she probably wouldn’t have come to your house if she didn’t. The kids were just jumping in the water when you brought out the coffee, setting it on the table next to Wanda and pulling off your dress, before you lost your courage. Sitting on your lounge chair opposite her, you watched her do the same, confident and perfectly composed. She looked gorgeous and you wondered if you should tell her that, when her voice interrupted your thoughts and brought you back to her.

“Thank you for having us again, Y/N. The boys were over the moon when they heard we’re coming here.” She said with a smile. “It’s my pleasure.” You smiled back at her. “I see that they’re enjoying their new floaties.” “Yes, they were very happy when they arrived.” “They seem to be.” You smiled, looking over at the two boys. “I’m also very happy to see you again.” She said with a knowing look in her eyes. “So am I.” You said, trying to look away from her eyes. She turned you shy so easily, that you weren’t sure how you were going to last a whole day in her presence. “I had a great time yesterday. I hope you know that.” Wanda continued, wanting to reach out and take your hand in hers and finding herself too far away to do it. “So did I. I’m so glad you invited me.” You nodded. It seemed that she wanted to reassure you and show you that her intentions haven’t changed and it was working, easily melting you into a more relaxed state. “I might have had an ulterior motive for that.” Wanda smirked, fixing you with a knowing look. “Miss Maximoff!” You feigned shock. “How unbecoming of you, to invite me to your house under false pretences.” “Oh honey…” She chuckles, low and seductive. “You have no idea how lucky you are for that interruption… Without it, I might have taken advantage of you.” She says, a glint of longing in her eyes, as if imagining herself doing it right as she spoke to you. Right as she looked you in the eye. “You’d do such a thing?” You let out an overly dramatic gasp, smiling that she played along with your joke. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.” She says with a mysterious look on her face, fixing you with one last stare, before she lays across her lounge chair, her perfect body on display in front of your hungry gaze. Her words are so alluring, so tempting and you find yourself hoping to find out what exactly is that woman capable of and something tells you that’s what she wanted. She knew she was putting a dangerous thought in your head and she knew you would spend the next minutes that passed, thinking of nothing but the things she might have done to you, had you stayed last night. God, that woman was a tease. And she was good at it too. You tried and failed to ignore the urge to think back on last night, laying down on your lounge chair, just as she had, while your mind wandered back to the way she held you, the way she touched you, the way she made you wrap your legs around her as she kissed you. The feeling of her had been electrifying, almost leaving you in a daze, had it not been for the interruption. What would she have done, had this not happened? How far would she have gone? What about you? How far would you let her get, while drunk on her lips?

“Save those thoughts for later.” You heard Wanda’s voice, which pulled you back to reality. The woman was smirking again, playful eyes studying you curiously. For a moment you stood frozen in place. The cockiness of that woman! She was so sure of herself and it made you want to prove her wrong, even if she wasn’t. “What makes you think I was thinking of you?” You asked, returning her smile. If Wanda wasn’t a mind-reader, your comment would have made her jealous. You weren’t meant to think of anyone but her. But her power gave her the confidence she would have lacked otherwise and she knew you were simply pushing her buttons, trying to rile her up, just as she was doing. “Call it intuition.” She said, winking at you. “You’re very sure of yourself, Miss Maximoff.” You countered, taking a sip from your now cold coffee. “It’s what you like about me.” She shrugged. “Isn’t that right?” She challenged. “I have to say, it is very attractive on you.” You admitted. You didn’t mind telling her that, especially since it was true. You usually didn’t like conceding so quickly, but you had to admit that you liked her. You liked how freely she talked with you, you liked that she was interested from the start, the she came to see you, that she took the time to talk to you, to take care of you, even when you were stubbornly refusing her. You liked her confidence too, her easy grace, you liked her inner strength too, but what you liked most of all was how comfortable she made you feel in her presence. Now that was a rare quality and you were grateful for it. Not that you had much time to think. Between Wanda and the boys, lunch came quickly and you found yourself easily mesmerised by the image of the redheaded woman, cooking in your kitchen in only a bathing suit and a pareo on top. She looked so homey and relaxed, smiling as she once again took charge, even if she was in fact in your house.

“Would you hand me the flower, dear?” You heard her say, pulling you from your trance-like state of admiration. “Sure.” You said, biting your lip in hopes of covering how much you were actually looking. “And how is the salad coming along?” She asked, one hand on her hip, while the other was taking the bag of flower from you, a pointed look directing you at your cutting board with half a tomato waiting to still be sliced. She might have looked a little cross, had you not seen the playful smile on her lips. “Almost done.” You smiled back, directing your attention at the task at hand. Wanda only hummed, holding back any further remarks she might have had. She liked your eyes on her. She wanted your attention more than ever and she didn’t mind using some of her tricks to get it. She would touch you, casually placing a hand on your lower back, or your shoulder, she’d take small pieces of food from your cutting board, sometimes to take a bite, but sometimes to feed them to you. Her breath would hitch every time your lips touched the tips of her fingers and she practically saw flashes of your thoughts, as you pictured yourself sucking on those long, slender digits of hers, leaving her even more eager to fully have you. Having to behave herself was driving her crazy and she briefly considered just pulling you in for that kiss she’s been craving from the first moment she saw you today, but the sound of her sons, splashing each-other with water and laughing outside made her stop. She wanted to keep this between the two of you for a little while longer. When the meal was prepared, the four of you ate together, the conversation dominated by the boys. They were full of energy and eager to play, like every day, so they did their best to finish their meals quickly and you found them some games to enjoy, while you and Wanda continued to talk. She got more and more comfortable around your home, picking out a playlist of hers and singing along to the lyrics while the two of you cleaned up and you found yourself thinking that you liked it. You found it nice, to share your space with the family next door, to share your things and your days with them. You liked having Wanda sing in your kitchen with a spoon for a microphone. It was heart-warming. The boys however found it funny and soon, all four of you were holding ridiculous objects, singing along with the music that played. “I have to say, this is one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to.” You tell Wanda, as the two of you sit on the couch and watch Billy and Tommy perform one of their favorite children’s songs, one of them holding a glass, while the other had found one of your small decorative vases and held it up to his mouth as he sang. They were hilarious.

The redhead didn’t dare say otherwise, looking at her two boys with love and adoration in her eyes, although they sometimes darted towards you and she found herself beaming with joy that you were genuinely enjoying yourself. Of course, the two of you weren’t spared and had to perform and your jaw almost dropped, when Wanda picked an alternative rock song and proceeded to perform the guitar solo in the air for a minute straight, leaving you speechless. “That was… Unexpected.” You said as she sat beside you, while the boys were picking another song. “More unexpected than telling you I used to play on an acoustic guitar?” She asked with a raised brow. “You did?” You asked, your eyes growing bigger at the news. “I did.” You watched her nod in confirmation. “I would have never guessed.” You smiled, body turning more towards her. “Do you still have that guitar?” “No… Not anymore.” Wanda confessed, though it seemed that it didn’t bother her. “So I guess I shouldn’t ask to hear you play sometimes?” “Some things will just have to remain a mystery.” Wanda sighed dramatically and gave you a sly smile as she once again fixed her eyes on the boys. “Watch this. The dance is to die for!” Wanda whispered, as if sharing a secret. It turned out she was right. The dance really was funny and it set the tone for more games in the pool, all four of you jumping in the water. The rest of the day passed quickly like this, though this time Wanda made sure to pull you away from the kids from time to time and have your company just to herself. She loved it. She made sure to share the sunset with you, your eyes getting this dreamy quality as you looked up at the sky. “A sloop of amber slips away Upon an ether sea, And wrecks in peace a purple tar, The son of ecstasy.” You found yourself reciting, before you could stop the words from spilling out. A little embarrassed, you didn’t dare look at Wanda for a few moments, your cheeks tinted pink. “That was beautiful.” She said with a note of softness and awe in her voice. “Emily Dickinson.” You shrugged. “Her poetry is always beautiful.” “I think that you are beautiful.” Wanda found herself saying, a whispered, yet honest admission.

The compliment would have made you look away again, but you couldn’t this time. Wanda’s gaze was holding you in place, her eyes searching yours as she took your hand in hers, getting closer, until she was sitting right next to you. You could see the honesty written on her face, you could see a longing within her as she looked at your lips, you could practically feel the pull between the two of you as she shortened the distance between you and connected your lips. The kiss was sweet and full of gentleness and tender passion, and you found yourself responding eagerly, your body melting against her, as her other hand found purchase on your cheek, cupping it softly and refusing to let go, even when her lips pulled away. “I wanted to do that since this morning.” Wanda found herself admitting, a small smile playing at her lips, when your blush only deepened. “I hoped you would.” You said, as you allowed her to get closer to you again. You hoped for another kiss, you hoped you would taste her again, even if just for a moment, but the sound of Billy and Tommy running outside, their laughter and playful teasing, as they chased each-other around the pool signalled you both to pull away and the redhead gave you one last apologetic look, before she look your hand in hers and led you towards where the children played. “What have I said, boys? No running! Go inside and wash your hands. We’ll have dinner on the table soon.” She instructed, confidence pouring from every word as the two of you moved towards them. “OK.” They agreed defeatedly, dragging their feet a little as they made their way inside. “Sorry for the interruption.” She gave a nervous laugh. “But I do hope that you’ll let me make it up to you.” She whispered in a sultry tone, once again getting closer, her hand wrapping around your waist, until you were flush against her. “I like the sound of that.” You smiled, your arms wrapping around her neck as you looked at her. Wanda didn’t wait for a second invitation, the last of her patience shattering at the feeling of your barely clothed body right against hers. She could feel your warm skin against her, smell the sun lotion and chloride, she could sense the anticipation within you as she held you and she needed to kiss you again, or she was going to explode. This time, she didn’t hesitate to take control of the kiss, deepening it quickly and letting out a soft little moan, when she felt your tongue glide across hers. You were so responsive to her, letting her in and giving her full control, allowing yourself to give in to this moment completely, to savour everything she offered, until you were both breathless and panting against each-other. “I want a proper date.” Wanda said, her eyes never leaving yours. “I want you all to myself.” Her hands wouldn’t let go of you either, fingers itching to roam freely across your skin. “We should arrange that.” You agreed, your face inching closer to her again, in hopes of receiving another kiss from her. “Hopefully soon.” Wanda insisted, before shortening the distance between the two of you once more. The kiss was brief, but full and the two of you pulled away breathless. Wanda’s hooded eyes were even more mesmerising than usual, her features soft and almost blissful. She held you in her arms a little longer, content to just look at you, a slender hand reaching up to stroke your face. “So beautiful.” She whispered, a gentle, genuine smile taking over her features.

The pink that spread across your cheeks at her words gave her a boost of confidence and Wanda tucked your hair behind your ear, almost leaning once again, when the sounds from inside the house signalled you both that the two boys were getting impatient and she reluctantly pulled away from you, taking your hand in hers, and leading the way inside. “I really mean what I said about arranging a date.” Wanda looked back as she made her way through the door. “I’d be happy to.” You nodded, but before the two of you could actually set a plan, the boys were all over you both and you knew that it would have to wait until after dinner. Wanda wasn’t surprised that the boys were exhausted fairly quickly after your meal. They had skipped their afternoon nap and played all day, so when they started rubbing their eyes tiredly, she slowly started to get them ready to leave, despite their many protests. “Let me put them to bed and I’ll come by to help you clean up?” Wanda asked at the door. She was hoping to get you alone for a little bit, even if it was just to talk. “You don’t have to. I probably won’t stay up long either, I have work early tomorrow.” “Well, I’ll try to swing by and help.” Wanda insisted. She knew that you were refusing her offer for help out of politeness. Something you did often. Which is why, she had decided that she’d listen to your thoughts, not your words. As soon as you exchanged your goodbyes and you watched Wanda herd Billy and Tommy into her house, you quickly started to put everything in order, filling the dishwasher and starting a program, throwing your bathing suit and towels into the washing machine, setting everything to its rightful place and straightening the house. By the time Wanda came back and rang the doorbell you were done. “Hey!” She greeted with a kind smile. “I hope I didn’t take too long.” “No, you’re just in time. I was thinking of opening a nice bottle of wine. White or red?” You offered smoothly. “You finished already?” She asked a little surprised. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help.” “Don’t worry about it. You can make it up to me, by keeping me company.” You shrugged, taking down two wine glasses from the shelf. “Well, in that case, it’s you who should pick the wine.” She said, joining you in the kitchen. “White it is.” You smiled, pulling out a bottle from the fridge. Once you poured and handed Wanda her glass, the two of you sat together on the couch, sipping slowly and sharing a nice conversation. You could feel the energy between the two of you, the tension, that wave of desire that washed over you as you watched her lick her lips, or casually compliment you. She was smooth, seductive and effortlessly beautiful and you couldn’t help but admire her.

“I like it when you look at me like that, pretty girl.” Wanda remarked, leaving her glass of wine on the table and sitting herself closer to you. “Makes me wonder what you’re thinking of…” She said as played with your hair. You followed her lead, leaving your glass and focusing your attention entirely on her. “I’m thinking of you. And how beautiful you are.” You said honestly. “It’s the first thing I thought when I met you, actually.” You admitted a little shyly. Wanda smiled, soft and sweet, while she remembered that moment. How she stood at your door, apple pie in hand and how the first thought that crossed your mind when you saw her was that she is beautiful. “You’re such a sweet girl.” She found herself whispering, her body moving forward slowly. She cupped your cheek in her hand, feeling the softness of your skin and the way your breath hitched, she could sense the anticipation within you, a sort of longing for her to kiss you again and she couldn’t help but oblige your unspoken request. When your lips connected, Wanda did her best to take things slow, to just let herself enjoy this moment of intimacy that you shared. She tried to keep the thoughts of your fantasies at bay, to keep her own ideas at the back of her mind, so they wouldn’t take hold of her and make her act too quickly. When it was time for her to take you, she wanted you to be desperate for her, wanted you to be so needy, she wanted you to crave her so utterly, that you wouldn’t be able to stand another moment without her touch. When the time came, she wanted you eager and yearning for her. And God, you were making it so hard for her to hold back. You were so pliable, so eager in her hands, your body leaning backwards, until your back hit the couch cushions and you took her down with you, letting her lay on top of you, as she kissed your lips. She could taste the wine you had just been sipping, rich and delicious, just like you and she loved it. It didn’t take long for Wanda to deepen the kiss, manoeuvring your leg around her waist, just like she had done yesterday at her house, settling between your legs and letting her hands explore you. She felt so good, carefree and full of desire, full of hope for you and her and she loved it. She wanted to hold on to it, as much as she could, letting the minutes pass in nothing but kisses. She could hear your gentle moans and pants, feel your hands hold on to her back, or scratch at her shoulders, nimble fingers playing with her hair and teasing the hem of her shirt. By the time she pulled away, panting, you were an absolute masterpiece. Your lips swollen and wet from her kisses, your eyes hooded and full of desire, your breasts rising and falling in heavy breaths as you looked up at her. Fuck, she loved it. She could picture it already, how beautiful you would look while she ruined you, how cute you would look, all cuddled up, between her sheets, how good it would feel, once she has her arms wrapped around you, while you sleep peacefully. Yes, she could picture it all perfectly. You were the one.

Which is why, she needed to take it slowly. Needed to give you some more time, to really adjust to the thought of you and Wanda. She knew that thought used to scare you, used to make you feel uneasy and she didn’t want such a thing to stand between you. She wanted you to be sure that you want her, when she takes the next step. She also needed to know why, needed to understand you a little better. And for that you needed time. “You’re so gorgeous like this.” She commented as she still hovered above you, watching your cheeks turn pink once more. “Thank you. So are you.” You said softly. “I should probably head back home.” Wanda continued, studying your face and seeing a flash of hurt and self-doubt pass through your eyes. “I hope you know I want to stay.” She added quickly, hoping to reassure you. “I just want to move things slow.” She admitted. “I want to do this the right way.” She added. “Take you out and show you how serious I am about this.” “I think that’s one of the nicest things anyone has done for me.” You said, suddenly surprising the woman with such words. “No one else told you that you’re worth the wait, baby?” She asked, watching you shake your head. “Well, you are.” Wanda said with conviction in her eyes, finally getting up from her position on top of you and offering you her hand, so you could sit up. “Thank you, that’s really sweet of you.” You whispered, feeling vulnerable and exposed under her gaze. To your surprise, the other woman pulled you towards her, hugging you tightly and holding you against her chest, her arms wrapping around you securely. She ran her fingers through your hair soothingly, listening to the thoughts that passed within you. Past hurts, disappointments, regrets, all the people who wanted you for nothing but your body, all the people, who didn’t think you were worth the effort. She could see them all. And she wanted to erase every trace of them and show you how much better she could treat you. She felt the inner struggle too, the way you fought to push those memories aside and look at Wanda with eyes, unburdened by the past. You want to give her the chance she deserved and it melted her heart. You had so much strength, so much determination, to push all that aside and remain strong, to not show her, how much something so simple had affected you. “I’m really happy that I got to spend today with you.” She said, when you managed to pull away from her embrace. “I really loved it.” “So did I. It’s always a pleasure to see you and the boys.” You nodded, smiling at her. God, she really liked that smile. “I hope to see more of you.” She added. “Hopefully soon.” “Of course.” You nodded. “Well, all right, I’ll leave you for now.” She said, seemingly more to herself, as if she had to talk herself into leaving, before she stood from the couch, once again offering you her hand and helping you up. “Good night, Y/N.” She spoke in soft tone, pulling you closer to her again. “Goodnight, Wanda.” You smiled as you once again landed in her arms. “Will you let me kiss you again?” The redheaded woman asked tentatively, the only betrayal of insecurity you had seen all day. Instead of an answer, it was you who shortened the distance this time, claiming her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. You rose to your tip-toes, arms wrapping around her neck gingerly as hers circled your waist once again and she held you tightly to herself, unable to let go for a long moment, even after the kiss finally broke. “Sweet dreams, Wanda.” You said with a smile, showing Wanda to the door. “They certainly will be, after that kiss.” She said as she stepped outside. “They certainly will be.”

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Only Pretending #4

Ok, this time I'll tag everyone who ever asked! @the-bagel24, @regalbootie, @tundra1029, @thoroughly--confused, @lilsmeaux, @poorwritingandstalecoffee, @alder-saan Thank you so much, lovelies 💛 And of course, the person behind all of this @anti-bright-places 💛💛 This one was very fun to write, Morticia is the spice we needed to get a move on and realize our dumbass feelings (more or less)

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Of course Larissa had issues about pretending to date you. She didn’t like you; it was clear from how she treated you so professionally and never sought to know you before all this. If she didn’t outright dislike you, at least she didn’t care for your existence and wasn’t thrilled to spend her weekend with you by her side.

It all made sense. She could tolerate being physically close but dismissed kissing as soon as you suggested it, the best she could. You had drunk an entire bottle of wine the first time before getting close. With just a few fours of bourbon, she wasn’t nearly as welcoming to your advances. These were the thoughts plaguing your mind for hours after you left her office and hours after you woke up the next day. The day of your trip. She only indulged you when she was drunk, and what did that make of you? Taking advantage of her like that? If it weren’t so on the spot you would have sent her an e-mail pretending to be sick to get rid of going.

You spent the entire morning in your room and didn’t go out for lunch, not wanting to risk seeing her in the corridors or, even worse, in the staff’s kitchen. You could wait until three p.m. to eat.

You would leave at four, arrive before dinner and spend the night at the Addams’ Manor. You felt nauseous simply thinking about it. You would dine together, pretend to be a happy couple, and then go to your shared room and sleep in the same bed. All that against Larissa’s better wishes.

She chose Vlad because she was comfortable with him. On the other hand, you barely knew each, and she couldn’t mask her unwillingness even when it was only the two of you. The whole thing would probably go wrong before dessert.

At least then you wouldn’t have to deal with feeling this awful.

Before you knew it was only half an hour for you to part. You hadn’t eaten and rushed to take a shower and look presentable before going down to the entrance where she would be expecting you.

Larissa rented a 1960’s Phantom V and you thanked god for the small mercy of not having to travel four hours in the academy’s van.

When she saw you, you could feel her immediate hesitation like it was a material wall between you. Her posture was impeccable, her hair meticulously done and her make-up flawless; she looked like the picture of the perfect woman, including all the incommodiousness that brought.

“I can help with your bag.” She said calmly, taking the heavy thing you were carrying and easily putting it in the trunk. Everything seemed calculated; civility 101.

“Thank you.” You only managed to mumble before opening the passenger door and avoiding her altogether.

She didn’t try to chat, which you were grateful for. Starting the engine, she focused solely on driving and left you alone in your own world.

It was hell. You were hungry, tired, sad, and pretty much in love with Larissa Weems. While you looked outside the window, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest, the only thing you wanted was for her to hold you and kiss it better. When you were seconds away from asking her to pull over and call off the entire thing, she spoke.

“I cannot do this anymore.”

Oh, so you both wanted to stop.

“What can’t you do?” you asked, trying to facilitate it for her.

“I can’t force you to come with me when you’re so obviously distressed by it.” She stopped the car in a roadside grove and turned to look at you candidly. “If you want to go back, I’ll drive you. I can say I came alone again, it’s what I should have done in the first place.”

You were surprised and uncertain. She was denying her own feelings and making it sound like you were the one to not want this. She was being kind.

“I just wanted to help you…” you started, but she interrupted you.

“You see, I wanted that to be possible. But I cannot ask you as my employee to do something like that for me. It’s unprofessional, unethical and bordering on assault.” She was so agitated and had such a pained expression on her face that you felt almost guilty.

She left the car in a sudden move, leaning against the door after closing it. Probably can’t stand being near me, you thought, but she couldn’t run from the conversation, try as she might.

You left as well and walked around to her side, her face was covered by her hands, and she was taking deep breaths. She seemed so stressed, on the verge of crying or screaming. Maybe you weren’t the only one who couldn’t sleep thinking about the disaster of last night.

“I hoped you could do it as a friend.” She said behind her hands, her voice weak and muffled. She let them fall to look at you once again, her eyes were clear, the blue lighter than a morning sky, but she wasn’t crying. “But you clearly cannot,” she admitted as if it was true.

You didn’t know what to tell her at first, seeing her so distressed and, apparently, fully convinced that it was you the one rejecting her company.

“I would like to do it as your friend.” You whispered, walking closer to be in front of her.

A small line formed between her eyebrows as she shook her head looking puzzled.

“I would,” you continued, “I just didn’t think you saw me as one. I can barely believe I already consider you mine after so few meaningful talks.” The bittersweetness of the sentence left a bad taste in your mouth, but you yearned to say it again, in another context, another world, really.

She seemed deep in thought, surveying you with care before saying, “Do you mean any of that, truly? It won’t change anything in our professional relationship, I want you to understand that.”

“Why do you think I’m so scared of you treating me differently?” you snapped, more frustrated than angry, “I know you, Larissa. I know you’re professional and would never abuse your power or make me feel uncomfortable at my place of work! If anything, you are the only boss I’ve ever had whom I trust not to be like this.”

You were so sick and tired of her checking in on you, asking if it was truly all right. You said it from the beginning and didn’t understand why she was so hung up on it.

“You do?” her confusion only baffled you further.

“Of course, I do! Why would I agree to something crazy like this if I didn’t trust you?”

She nodded as if understanding your point. Honestly, it would be adorable if it weren’t so exasperating.

“Now can we resume our trip? I’m hungry and as soon as we arrive I can finally eat,” you confessed.

“I brought some sandwiches if you’d like,” Larissa said, and you could kiss her, “They’re in the back seat.”

“I’ve never loved you more, woman.” You said before quickly opening the door and getting the food from the container you didn’t notice before.

The principal seemed satisfied with that, less tense and actually smiling at you devouring the goods.

“If that’s your reaction to sandwiches I definitely cook for us when I need to soothe things over,” she mused and your chest hurt at the thought.

“That’s good for cute anecdotes if someone asks,” you smiled to mask the forlornness you felt, and eating the rest of your food suddenly turned into a difficult task.

When you were finished, you put away the container with the other sandwiches and plastered an actual smile on your face before looking back at her. You did feel better on a full stomach. Less tired and a lot less sad. She wanted to be friends and if that was all you got you were happy with it, at least she didn’t despise you.

“So, are we getting back on the road?” you chirped, and Larissa gave you an earnest smile.

“Only after you give me a hug to prove everything’s fine.”

You weren’t expecting it, but you would take whatever you got, so you went right to her arms. She held you tighter than anticipated, resting her chin atop your hair, and you felt tingly and content when you parted.

“Alright!” You went back to your side. “On we go, then.” You opened the door and slumped on your seat; it wouldn’t be so horrible as you thought.

The next three hours passed easily. Time flowed when you and Larissa started talking about work, the students, idle musings about Jericho and hot spots in Burlington that you never thought of going to. You learned each other’s taste in music, preferred weather, hobbies and general things a partner would know, but the funny thing was that you hadn’t planned to, it wasn’t for the sake of pretending; it was just conversation. You had to remind yourself time and time again that you weren’t on a road trip date or getting to know each other in any other capacity besides Larissa wanting to be friends with you.

Her interest in your PhD dissertation was exhilarating and she was very polite to not mention your ridiculous excitement and incessant babbling about it.

Overall, you didn’t see the pass of time, and suddenly you were entering the gardens of the Addams Family Mansion.

“How do you want to be when we leave the car?” you asked, looking at the imposing building and noting someone opening the door.

“What do you mean?” she was busy parking and adjusting whatever it was in the car buttons – not many on an old model like that one. You knew she was just trying to look busy.

“Do you want to hold hands? Maybe I can loop my arm in yours… hold your upper arm?”

“Oh…” for someone who had been so relaxed just a few moments before, she seemed a second away from restarting the engine and getting the fuck off.

You decided to be brave for a change, and clicking free of your seat belt, leaned over her to kiss her cheek. She was looking straight forward, so it was difficult to see her expression, but her shoulders did lose a bit. You put a hand over hers in the parking brake, gently squeezing until she took a long breath and nodded, appearing to have returned to the land of the living.

“Yes… I think the looped arm will do,” she said vacantly.

You left the car and a giant pale-grey man walked close to you – he was even taller than Larissa, around five or six inches so – and from behind him a dark sauntering figure emerged, Morticia Addams.

“Lurch, be a dear and take Larissa’s belongings to the second guest room,” she said in her smoky, forcedly charming voice. You didn’t want to be the bitter girlfriend, but you couldn’t help the pang of annoyance she instantly sparkled in you without doing so much as look at Larissa. “I didn’t know you were bringing someone,” it wasn’t a question, but her arched brow and higher tone at the end prompted a presentation.

“Pleasure to meet you,” you said with the world’s fakest smile on your lips, “I’m Y/n L/n, Wednesday’s chemistry professor and Larissa’s partner.” You reached a hand for her to take, and she only lightly touched your fingers out of forced politeness.

“I believe we met briefly at Nevermore,” she gave you a nauseatingly sweet smile while looking at you from top to bottom and back up.

You grabbed Larissa’s arm more from the need to have something to hold and ground yourself than to pretend at intimacy. You needed some sort of reassurance to keep you from jumping at the woman’s throat.

“Yes. Wednesday likes to pilfer some things from the lab every now and then,” you chuckle at the thought. You didn’t mind it as long as she wasn’t getting herself and others in danger, which sometimes was the case. She never took big quantities to be a real problem anyway. Larissa disagreed.

“I try to keep her under control, but you know how they are at this age,” she said, looking truly regretful, and you felt a bit of sympathy for her.

“Yes, I deal with about a hundred of them. I don’t mind it, don’t worry,” you smiled, and Larissa mumbled in, sounding peeved as you would expect.

“Doesn’t mean she can do it. One day she’ll create a hazard and it will be your responsibility, I won’t defend you to the board, do you hear me?” she was adorable when irritated; especially by silly things such as those.

You only scrunched your nose at her, trying to keep your smile at bay, before Morticia asked you to accompany her inside. Lurch had already vanished and the darkness was thickening at every passing moment.

You were shown to your room, where you both were to shower and prepare for dinner. Your things were on the bench at the end of the bed, both suitcases carefully piled not to fall.

“So,” Larissa walked into the room after Morticia closed the door, “What do you think?”

“Of what? Her? The mansion? Answers may vary severely.”

“Entertain me with your reasoning.” She arched a brow and sat on the bed, looking more relaxed than a few instants before and clearly amused.

“First, if we were together, I would have killed that woman already,” you began, and she laughed.

“Jealous, much?”

“You don’t understand! The way she looks at me and talks to you makes my skin tingle, not in the good way! Someone has to teach her good manners, you’re mine!” it slipped, it completely slipped, and you scrambled for something to say to fix it, “Supposedly, I mean!” you felt your cheeks already burning, “You know what I meant…” you descended, defeated. With any luck her mind didn’t even go there in the first place.

“And second, the mansion is creepy paradise. I love it. I mean who has on-suit bathrooms in their ‘second’ guest room? Are you kidding me?”

Larissa hummed, taking off her shoes and letting her hair loose, “Morticia did marry into a good life,” she mused.

She looked so beautiful like that, you couldn’t speak for a while. She was the picture of homely comfort, of domesticity. You felt so privileged to see her in anything other than her professional self. You had to acquire Vlad some AB Positive to thank him.

“Do you want to go first? I’d like to rest a bit before getting ready,” her voice was soft, and you were engulfed by the need to kiss her silly into the comfortable-looking bed she sat at. However, you only nodded stiffly and went to the bathroom, leaving her to lie down and decompress for a while, she would need it if Morticia planned a five-course dinner as she said.

The bathroom was almost half the size of your quarters at the academy, with a bathtub and separate shower space, double vanity and an enormous mirror with a black gothic frame. You were torn between feeling amazed and vexed at the blunt display of wealth, but the thrill of having it at your disposal overpowered all else.

After a long, hot shower, your muscles were singing praise to Morticia and all her descendants, blessing them for expensive supplies and relaxing steam.

Just before entering the bedroom, you remembered not taking any clothes with you. There were two tidily rolled robes between the sinks, so you wouldn’t leave completely bare, but the thought of wearing close to nothing in the same space as Larissa made your stomach turn. It would have to do.

You steeled yourself before opening the door, taking a deep breath and tightening the belt. When you entered the room, all the air you took escaped your lungs in a slow, fond realization: she fell asleep. Larissa had taken off her jacket and lay on her side across the bed, one hand close to her face and the other loose over her middle. She looked so peaceful. She must have been tired from driving; that and the bad sleep you probably caused her by making her think you wanted out of the plan. It was becoming more and more difficult not to kiss her, hug her, lie with her and smother her with love and care. You thought it was all just a passing fancy for your boss, but every second that passed made you question if that was all it really was.

Cleaning your throat, you busied yourself with opening your suitcase. “I’m done, Larissa… if you want to go now, you can” you tried to sound less strangled and only half-succeeded.

Her adorable “Hm?” right before fully waking made your heart clench.

“Right, yes, thank you.” She said absentmindedly before getting a change of clothes, like any normal person, and going to the bathroom.

While you were readying yourself, a knock came at the door. Larissa was still in the shower, so you prepared to ask whomever it was to wait.

“Mrs Addams. Hello,” it was Morticia, of course.

“I just wanted to pass and see if you’re comfortable. Is Larissa inside?” she tried to look over your shoulder into the room.

“She’s having a shower,” you felt suddenly protective and half closed the door so the only thing she could see was you.

She arched an eyebrow at your comment. “So you aren’t…” she smiled, looking off into the distance for a while as if her musings were much more interesting than finishing her sentence or you understanding what she meant.

“We aren’t what?” you snapped, not meaning to sound so annoyed.

She shifted her gaze at you instantly, looking surprised with your intromission. “Aren’t intimate enough to have it together.” She only smiled at that, smugly, and turned to go. “Oh, and dinner will be ready in half an hour, so tell her, you know, through the other side of the door, to hurry.” And then she was off.

Chapter Five

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Pick a side l part 4

Pairing: Shuriri x reader

Warning: A tad bit of angst, Shuri is lowkey a bit toxic she need a therapist, fluff and das it I think...

A/N: So I made a poll to see which one I would post first but I literally couldn't help but to write this. I literally wrote it in a day which is something I've never done. Anywaysss let's get into this fic. Also this is not well proofread so ignore any mistakes.

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Shuri didn't have any words.

The only thing she could comprehend were the thoughts coursing through her mind.

Lets take a minute to recap everything that has happened.

Shuri and Riri saw you at a party and made a bet to see who could have sex with you first, they would have two weeks to complete this task.

Riri was close on the first night said bet was made until Shuri interrupted.

You and Riri had became very close in the first week while Shuri had a few chances and fucked up on every single one.

And more recently Shuri had just now found out that you and Riri have not had sex yet despite the many chances that it could have happened.

Not only have the two of you not have sex yet but Shuri had just found out that Riri is the reason why.

Now Shuri knew that she shouldn't necessarily be mad but she was.

Why?

No one knows, not even her.

Maybe instead of being mad at Riri she was mad at herself.

Maybe she had taken in consideration of what you were saying; that the real reason you hadn't given her a real chance was because of her earlier action of acting out.

Because maybe it was true, Shuri had found the women and drinks and constant partying a way to cope, it was unhealthy but it worked for her, even if it sometimes made her feel worse about herself.

She knew her entire family would be disappointed, but did that matter? No

She knew the way Riri felt about it but instead of stopping or talking about it she pushed Riri away and to be completely honest her and Riri weren't in a good spot. And it was because of her.

She hated that she was making one of the only people she had drift away.

She hated the way Riri would look at her sometimes, like she was a completely different person.

Over all that guilt she felt was still the whole situation with you and Riri, so instead of holding accountability she went to Riri's apartment that she would spend her days at when the party life was too much.

She went there and planned on confronting Riri. Which was strange since she had no real reason to.

She knocked once, then twice and as she was about to knock the third time the door swung open revealing Riri in one of Shuri's oversized shirts and a pair of shorts that clung to her athletic looking legs. If Shuri wasn't so upset she might have fucked Riri right then and there.

"Hey wassup?" Riri saw Shuri's distorted face as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. She had just woke up from a quick cat nap when she had heard the door.

"We need to talk" Shuri replied as she pushed pass Riri.

"About?" Riri was concerned which wasn't a uncommon feeling she felt whenever Shuri came around.

"When was the last time you saw Y/N?"

"Last night. Why?"

Riri had remembered the night well. She and you were hanging out in your room when you had decided to get a little too touchy which ended up with you on top of Riri as you two basically ate each others faces off. Riri had stopped it once you had begun to take your top off leaving you shirtless and her back in her dorm sustaining yet another orgasm.

Riri didn't want to end what you two had and she knew that if she slept with you then all of this would be over and she and Shuri would go on to some other broad that wanted their attention. She knew Shuri wouldn't want to settle down and add a third to their relationship, they had talked about it but it seemed like Shuri was really picky when it came to them weighting out option for a person to date.

She said she just wanted to chill and have fun but her version of fun was having sex with people then leaving right after.

Shuri spoke again as she sat on Riri's couch.

"What'd you guys do?"

Shuri seemed calm which honestly spooked Riri a bit.

"We just hung out. Why are you asking? Are you ok? Riri was once again concerned, she didn't understand why Shuri was so interested.

"I'm asking because I just had a very interesting conversation with Y/N- about how you and her haven't sleep with each other yet"

"So what? You have your way of doing things and I have mine. Is it so wrong that I maybe want to get to know her before we have sex?"

"I'm not saying its wrong but why are you doing it? I mean you never usually do"

"There's no reason I just- I like talking to her" Riri was getting a bit frustrated as she took a pause in her sentence to take a deep breath.

Why was Shuri so interested?

What did you tell her?

"What do you mean you like talking to her?" Now Shuri was getting frustrated.

What was Riri trying to say?

What, that she liked you?

"I'm just saying there's a lot more to her than how she looks. She has actual dreams and shit, she's a sweet girl with real feeling and I don't want to hurt her."

"So- so what, do you have feeling for her?" Shuri stood up as she spoke making Riri take a step back.

"If I did then what? You gonna do something?"

Riri didn't know why she was so nervous, she didn't know why she thought Shuri was going to do something. After Shuri's family passes she had to tendency to have random outburst, she had never hurt Riri or threatened her but Shuri was the type to break a thing or two.

"What no- of course not, I just- I'm just trying to figure out what your saying. I mean truthfully Riri do you have feeling for her?"

Riri paused. She didn't know what to say, all she could do was think about Shuri's question.

Did she have real feelings for you?

Could she imagine herself and Shuri in a relationship with you?

There was only one answer to all those questions

"Yes"

This week was going to be stressful for you. It was the week before the production of Heather: The musical, would go on at your school.

High school theater was one thing but college theater was another.

In high school no one really take you serious, your just kids with dreams

But in college you were young adults that really needed to prove yourselves. You couldn't make yourself look like a fool and you weren't.

As the week went by which was hellishly fast, you got more and more anxious.

For anyone wondering about the whole Shuri and Riri situation, there wasn't one. You hadn't talked to Shuri since the day she had walked you to rehearsals and you had been talking to Riri on occasion when you weren't busy which was mostly all the time.

In two more days you would have to be front on stage singing and dancing, doing something you loved. You had no reason to be nervous.

But you were, so nervous that you couldn't sleep.

You tried everything. Tea, melatonin and even a few ASMR videos. Nothing.

So your next best bet was to do one of the things you loved most.

You got up, put on a comfortable outfit that was decent enough just in case someone saw you. You also packed a bag with just a few snack incase you got hungry and your favorite book of poems with a flashlight to add.

As you walked out and closed your door you were met face to face with a clearly tired Shuri Udaka.

You two stared at each other for a beat until you speak up

"Um- hi"

"Uh hi... Its pretty late, huh?"

"Yeah I couldn't sleep. I'm guessing its the same with you"

"Yeah I have these- you know really bad nightmares"

Things seemed really.... awkward

Rightfully so

You two hadn't really went well last time you had saw each other.

Shuri wanted to apologize

And so did you

"Uh where are you headed?" Shuri asked sheepishly as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"Uh I was just going for a drive"

"You can join me if you want"

Shuri looked up, looked in your eyes and all she saw was compassion.

You two had walked to your car, a black Audi your father had gotten for you, and got in, you put on your 'Chill playlist' and as you guys rode the streets of Boston, Frank Ocean, Solange, The internet and many more played throughout the car.

After about a half hour, you stopped and pulled into what seemed to be a park.

After you turned off the ignition you turned towards Shuri with a smirk on your face.

"You ready?"

Shuri wasn't sure what you were talking about but it got her a bit excited.

"For what?"

"Have you ever been stargazing?"

Without giving Shuri a chance to answer you got out the car, went to the backseat and grabbed a big blanket that Shuri hadn't noticed was there.

"Come on, get out the car." Shuri obeyed as you also grabbed your backpack and began to walk.

Shuri followed you into the forest of trees, you turned on your flashlight and ventured into what seemed to be the unknown.

There were a few paths, you had followed none of them, Shuri had hoped you knew what you were doing but for right now she wanted to trust you.

You had finally stopped at a open spot that seem to be the only place without trees. You placed down your blanket and sat while looking up at the sky.

Shuri just stood awkwardly until you had motioned for her to sit down.

"This is one of my favorite things to do- sit and just look at the stars. I've always wanted to go up into space and touch one- that was until I found out that they're literally hot balls of gas."

Shuri let a small chuckle fall from her lips and you followed suite.

You had learned quickly that Shuri's smile was contagious.

For a moment there was absolute silence, a few crickets here and there but besides that nothing but you and Shuri looking up into the night sky.

"Do you do this often?"

Shuri had finally broke it, the comfortable that went through the air.

"Yeah actually, whenever life becomes too much for me, which is sadly often. I just get so stresses all the time and I have problems sleeping as well but being out here helps."

Shuri shakes her head as a way of showing she understood. Life could be a lot sometimes, she really understood that.

"Oh wait look, do you see that?" You pointed up at a bunch of stars that sat together beautifully.

"That's Cygnus and Deneb, and that one right there is Vega and Lyra and that one looks like Draco and that one..."

Shuri listened to you list all the constellation een the ones you guys couldn't see.

After you got tired of doing that you reached into your bag and pulled out a book.

"What's that?"

"Well this is my favorite book of poems." It has all the best."

"Oh well why don't you read me some."

"Ok..."

You look down and open your book, flipping through it to find the perfect poem. You cleared your throat as you began to read.

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death."

“How Do I Love Thee,” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning"

Shuri didn't speak, neither did you. All either of you could do was stare, stare in each others eyes, letting them do all the talking.

It wasn't until you broke eyes contact to look down at your book once again.

Until Shuri had grabbed a hold of your chin, lifting your head up with one finger.

You two move slowly as you get closer and closer to each other.

But before your lips connected you rang out Shuri's name in a faint whisper that she could barely hear.

"Shuri- I- I can't, I'm sorry I just can't"

Shuri looks up at you with her dark brown eyes, almost being like your kryptonite.

But you pulled away before you could lose yourself.

Shuri wasn't mad or did she feel offended. She respected your decision and wouldn't come back to it unless you wanted to.

You look back up at the sky, Shuri doing the same, and you saw the full moon in all her glory, gleaming, shining a big light on the both of you. You couldn't help but to speak up.

"Its beautiful, isn't it?" You were referring to the moon.

"Yeah she is" Shuri was referring to you.

As you rested your head on Shuri's shoulder she saw what Riri had saw in you. This quirky, charismatic, thespian with big dreams. Someone that didn't care about what people thought. Someone who was warm and gentle and had a bright light deep inside them that could never be dimmed. You were by definition the most unique person that Shuri had ever met.

She could see why Riri didn't want to let you go.

Ok she's donee.

I literally could not get this out of my head and was so excited to write it and I'm glad I did.

As always let me know how y'all felt about this one cause I love hearing from you guys❤

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sparksqfly · 11 months

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─ So much for summer love𓆝

synopsis: modern au - you meet ellie during a school activity and start getting involved in an intense relationship.

warnings! bad words, low self-esteem, men being bothersome, etc.

author's note: it's actually terrifying to publish this here. i'm a very private person with my writing, but my friend told me I should share it, so i listened to her. english is not my first language, so please forgive any errors I may have made. i did my best <3

about the story: joel is referred to as ellie's father. references to taylor swift and her music, the reader is a huge swiftie (just like the writer hehehe). i have the entire story written, but i divided it into parts to make it less lengthy. If you like it, i will publish the remaining parts! thank you for reading.

wc: 4,5k (sorry)

a loud and familiar horn woke you up from your trance, jesse and dina. you looked at yourself in the mirror again to see if "you weren't trying too hard," sighed, and decided to leave your room. you realized it had taken you 2 hours to get ready and cursed yourself for being so indecisive when it came to putting together a damn outfit for a stupid school trip. although, on second thought, if there was something that had made you hesitate so much about what to wear that day, it was what ms. smith had said on friday in the last few minutes of class. "remember that this activity in the forest will be done in pairs, but not just any pair. it will be two people that the directors of both schools have decided to put together based on their academic performance and behavior within the school." great, now you couldn't spend the entire forest activity arm in arm with dina, gossiping about trivial things. instead, you would be spending the whole afternoon with a stranger that the 40-year-old administrators had decided you should be with.

you let out a sigh, coming out of your thoughts, and sent a message to jesse saying that you had lost track of time and to wait five minutes as you would be ready. didn't bother waiting for a response and threw your phone into a medium-sized white backpack along with some sanitizing wipes, band-aids, sunglasses, a hair tie, some money, your headphones, and some candies you had on your nightstand. didn't bother arranging everything neatly as you would if only you weren't in such a hurry. you slung the bag over your shoulder and glanced at yourself one last time in the mirror, looking at the curls you had struggled to create, and adjusted the small ribbon that held some of your hair back at the back of your head.

you rushed out of your room while grabbing your keys and a lip balm that was on the table, and bid rufus, your orange cat, a high-pitched goodbye. he would be somewhere in the house, but he didn't really care much about you leaving. you opened the door, briefly glancing back into your house, vaguely checking the mental checklist you had made the night before. you decided that if you had forgotten something, it wasn't important anyway because if it were, you would have remembered it by now.

you locked the door of your house and smiled as you saw dina holding onto jesse while leaning halfway out of the passenger window to greet you.

"y/n! over here!" shouted the black-haired girl as you stored the key in your messy bag on your shoulder. "please stop," sighed jesse with exasperation, watching his brown jacket crinkle from how tightly dina was gripping it.

amid laughter, you entered the car and sat in the back seat, placing your bag beside you. you looked at your friends and then leaned forward to form a three-way hug. "wow, looking pretty today," dina smiled, admiring your white dress. jesse lovingly took a strand of your hair and observed, "i've always wondered how you girls use heat styling tools on your hair, yet it never smells burnt."

dina and you exchanged glances before bursting into laughter at jesse's concentrated expression while analyzing your hair. you rested your head back on the seat and watched jesse start the car with his key. you had always loved that things were uncomplicated with them—they knew each other so well that sometimes not a single word needed to be spoken to feel comfortable.

after about 5 minutes of driving and heading towards the school, dina connected music to the stereo and settled in her seat to look at both of you. "are you excited to see who your travel partner will be?" dina asked, looking specifically at you. you sighed and glanced at your dress again. "i wish I could say no, but i spent all night thinking about what to wear today and what people will think of me," you admitted. "whoever you're paired with, i'm sure you'll get along well, unlike us, you're kind and fun," jesse said with what you called his "older brother aura." "you guys are fun... sometimes," you said, looking at them with a smirk. "thanks, and if you're both interested, on friday, as i was coming back from the bathroom to go home, i overheard the teachers talking about the pairs being of the same gender to avoid the things we couples do in the forest when we're alone," dina looked at you, and you returned her knowing gaze. "maybe you can find a beautiful girlfriend, y/n." jesse looked at you through the rearview mirror and smiled, "you read my mind, sir." dina looked at you accusingly again, and you laughed at their insistent looks focused on you. "to be honest, i would like to meet someone here, a girl. It sounds romantic."

"imagine it until it becomes real" dina said, winking at you and leaning back in her seat. she looked at the stereo with a smile on her face. "i love this song" she said as she dramatically raised the volume knob to "circles" by post malone. unexpectedly, jesse started singing the song in a comically off-key manner, and you burst into laughter, joining in with loud and off-key singing. you truly loved them.

after about 15 minutes of driving, you arrived at the school. the sidewalk was painfully crowded with people, but you could hardly recognize anyone from your class or the hallways. jesse parked the car a couple of blocks ahead, knowing how difficult it would be to get back to the car once everyone dispersed. you helped them unload their belongings and slung your small white backpack back onto your shoulder. that's when you realized it might have been a mistake to pack so few things in such a small bag. everyone else had large backpacks and even more belongings in huge tote bags. you sighed. what was the point of carrying so many things anyway? your teachers had made it clear that everything you would need for the trip, such as food, water, or even warm clothing if necessary, would be provided by the school and the guides.

you snapped back to reality, coming out of your thoughts as you walked behind your friends back to the school, trying to smooth out your dress with your hands. once you reached the school, you had a better view of what others were wearing, and you felt relieved to see several girls wearing skirts and dresses even shorter than yours, which reached just above your knees. however, it was slightly longer at the back, not long enough to touch your ankles or the top of your white converse sneakers anyway

you had to wait for about 15 minutes before the teachers decided to group them by schools into two separate groups. you watched as even more people arrived than when you had first glanced from jesse's car. you rested your head on dina's shoulder while a middle-aged man who introduced himself as mr. emery explained the first game of the day, this time to find their excursion partners. you caught some parts of his speech as you were somewhat far from the teachers, and the students seemed unable to stop talking for a second, including dina, who already seemed to have made friends with a short, blonde-haired girl. when mr. emery finished speaking, you quickly approached jesse.

"what did he say?" you asked urgently, your expression desperate to understand what had been said amidst the hurried movements and conversations of everyone present in the courtyard. he chuckled slightly at your desperate expression and the sight of the bustling crowd. "he said they're going to write a number assigned to each of us on our hand, and we have to find our partner in the crowd because the partner will have the same number" jesse replied. "that's ridiculous, it's only going to cause more chaos," dina chimed in, magically appearing behind your back. "dina! you scared the shit out of me!" you whispered, looking at your friend who smirked, before you could continue complaining about how terrifying it was to interact with people, your math teacher approached jesse and grabbed his fist, writing a medium-sized thirteen on the back of his hand and then left without saying a word. "obviously, i'm going to have great luck with my partner today" jesse joked, showing dina and you his number. dina laughed, and you smiled. "are you kidding me? it's number thirteen! taylor swift's number! i'm really jealous of you right now!" jesse let out a small laugh with adoration towards you and ruffled your hair slightly before going to the group from the neighboring school to assume, to look for his partner.

dina and you exchanged smiles, and a middle-aged man with gray hair and dark circles under his eyes called you by your last name, and you handed him your hand, indicating that it was you, seeing the permanent marker on his hand. he gave you a smile and, after checking a small grid on a sheet of paper, wrote a "27" on your hand, the same size as jesse's. you brought your hand closer to you and smiled at him. "wow, you're my daughter's partner" he smiled shyly, and you looked at him more closely, remembering his face in case his daughter physically resembled him. "she's a rather reserved girl, but I think you'll get along well" he said. "i hope so" you replied kindly, not having much else to say. He smiled at you and left. "getting to know the father-in-law?" dina startled you again, magically appearing behind you. you rolled your eyes. "you're unbearable" you said, laughing, and did the typical military salute that you knew she hated before going to look for your famous partner.

well... agonizing 15 minutes had passed (although if you were asked, you would swear it had been 30) looking for your partner. you had seen the hands of dozens of girls, but none seemed to have a 27 on the back of their hand. you were about to give up and approach a teacher to see if it was some sort of mistake on their part, considering that there were very few people left in the courtyard as most had already found their partners and boarded the bus. just when you were about to go talk to your math teacher, you saw a girl with auburn hair and a blue and white shirt leaning against one of the bus walls, you noticed that you hadn't seen her before in the crowd, and honestly, you had nothing to lose by trying one last time. any sense of embarrassment had vanished after talking to the tenth person who seemed to have your number, but in reality, it wasn't the right one. besides, this girl was really attractive and seemed kind, shy but friendly.

you approached her, who, despite having you in front of her, didn't pay much attention to you. you took advantage of that moment to look at her closely. she had a perfect profile with eyebrows that framed her face perfectly, a beautiful upturned nose, medium but full lips that seemed dry, and admirable green orbs that appeared like tourmalines of the same color in the light. only when you snapped out of your trance of admiring her did you realize that her eyes were fixed on you with an arched eyebrow, seeing that you had stayed still, lost in her appearance.

you cleared your throat before speaking to her, ignoring the warmth you felt rising in your cheeks and how flushed you must have been. oh my god. she was just a girl. why were you reacting like this? "could I see your number? i'm really looking for my partner, and i think you're the only one i haven't asked" you offered a smile as you spoke, and she just looked into your eyes with an expression you couldn't decipher. you expected some verbal response, but she only raised her fist slightly, and you had to gather courage for the next step: delicately took her hand and noticed a brief shiver from the girl as you touched her skin with the tips of your fingers. not wanting to make her uncomfortable, you carefully turned her hand and finally found the number 27 written on it.

you released her fist and with a smile, showed her your left hand where the same number was written. "we're partners" you smiled and adjusted your bag on your shoulder. "cool." you let pass what you suspected was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. nah, she didn't seem like that kind of person. "you have no idea how much i was looking for you, asked almost everyone" you said with excitement in your voice. She smiled slightly, noticing the emotion in your voice. "mind if we get on the bus?" you added a questioning tone at the end so that she would tell you her name. "ellie" she responded with a hint of a smile on her lips. "ellie, ah, wonderful!" you smiled back at her and were startled by the loud honk of the bus ahead. In a panic of being left behind, you grabbed ellie's hand, where her number was written, and joined it with yours, gently pulling her along as you started running towards the bus with her behind you.

you both boarded the bus, and you let go of her hand when the driver closed the door behind the two of you. you told your last name to the guide sitting in the front seat, moved forward to find an empty seat for both of you, and found one a little further ahead. you turned back and caught the last name ellie whispered to the woman, "williams, ellie williams, that's a nice name" you thought to yourself once you sat in the bus seat. you gestured to your companion with your head for her to sit next to you, and fortunately, she did.

before you could start a conversation, mr. emery stood up and began explaining the agenda for the day in the forest. Seeing that ellie was paying attention to what he was saying, you diverted your eyes from her to finally listen to an authority figure. "guys, you have to listen to me. we don't want to make this any longer for you. the proposal for today is a race" said the authority. Immediately, all the teenagers on the bus let out an "ohh" of disappointment, which was exactly what you thought too. had they been planning this for so long just for a long physical education class in the forest for five hours? you sighed and looked back at mr. emery, who was gesturing for everyone to let him continue with the explanation.

"i know what you're thinking, and don't worry, it's not what you kids believe. the race will consist of 3 stages of riddles, which will be explained better when you get there, but to give you an example, the first one will be to find three hidden symbols in different trees scattered in a section of the forest. once the duo has all the symbols noted down, they can move on to the next stage, which will also be a riddle." this time the reactions were mixed; you noticed some excited faces as well as some girls rolling their eyes and talking to their friends. on the other hand, ellie seemed interested in what had been told, even excited, you could say. you smiled as you observed her trying to hide her smile by pressing her lips together.

"i need you to listen to one last thing," mr. emery said, raising his hand and showing a purple ribbon. "this is the race boundary. you can't go beyond where this ribbon is located. it's a dangerous place, with traps for bears, big bears, wolves, and foxes. if you happen to encounter any of those and there's no teacher nearby, it's a BAD sign. you'll end up devoured by an animal and dead." you guessed the last part was sarcasm, although it didn't sound like it.

you paled at the mention of bears and traps so close to where you would be, until a voice snapped you out of your trance. "you don't actually think there are bears there, do you, pretty girl?" ellie said, looking at you with a sideways smile that disappeared when she realized you were genuinely scared. "hey, don't worry, there are no bears. he only says that to scare us and prevent us from crossing the boundaries." as she spoke, she placed a hand on your knee and gently moved it in circles. you smiled and placed your hand on top of hers, both "27" on top of each other. but before you could respond, your annoying classmates started playing horrible music at full volume and screaming while playing stupid games only they could understand. "oh, fuck me" you sighed heavily, looking at the white ceiling of the bus.

ellie, who had been looking back at your classmates, turned her gaze to you. "are they always like this?" she asked incredulously. "always" you replied, feeling somewhat embarrassed. ellie stood up to remove her (now that you could see it clearly) huge backpack from her lap and placed it under the seat. you took the opportunity to take out your earphones and phone from your bag, revealing a picture of rufus asleep on a book on your lock screen. ellie sat back down next to you, spreading her legs as you connected your earphones. you searched for the playlist you usually used to travel with jesse and dina (which was mainly taylor swift) and pressed shuffle. then you offered one of your headphones to ellie, who accepted with a smile, moving a little closer to you. In that moment, you thanked rufus, who had broken your airpods a week ago, leaving you with your wired headphones.

after about 10 minutes of the journey, you relaxed as ellie seemed to enjoy your music. you noticed her nodding her head to the rhythm, and you smiled. you wanted to rest your head on the bus window since you were extremely tired from waking up so early and staring at your reflection for so long. but just as you were about to close your eyes and finally get some rest, your classmates, of course, chose that moment to slam your window shut forcefully, startling you as you quickly lifted your head in alarm, while they burst into laughter, high-fiving each other. you sighed, trying not to look at them or ellie, feeling humiliated by the knowledge that they wouldn't take you seriously anyway. however, ellie seemed to have a different idea about how to act.

"hey! what the fuck is your problem with her?!" ellie stood up abruptly, slamming her hands firmly on the back of your seat. fortunately, not many people noticed what was happening amidst the loud music and shouts on the bus. ellie exchanged some harsh words with them, which you couldn't hear, and one of the guys stood up, touched your back, and apologized with his head down. you nodded slightly and turned to play the song again.

"sorry about that" ellie said, sitting back down beside you. "they're just a bunch of idiots. ond't let them get to you." you managed to smile gratefully at her before continuing your sentence.

"i'm glad you stood up for me. not many people do."

"well, I don't tolerate assholes" ellie replied with a hint of determination in her voice. "besides, we're going to have a great time on this race, and I won't let anyone ruin it for us."

her words brought a genuine smile to your face. perhaps this race wouldn't turn out to be so bad after all, especially with ellie by your side. as you leaned back in your seat, finally finding some peace, you silently thanked rufus again for breaking your airpods and bringing ellie into your life.

you offered ellie the headphone again, and she gently took it, her fingertips brushing against yours as she put it on. "do you want me to change the music?" you offered as you were about to turn off your phone screen to try and get some sleep. she shook her head. "i've never heard this music before, but it's pleasant. it goes well with the journey." you nodded with a smile. she couldn't possibly be real. She was so nice and attractive, and she called you "pretty girl"?! You blushed, replaying those words in your mind with her voice, and decided to strike up a conversation.

"so... is that your cat on your wallpaper?" you were surprised to see that she had initiated the conversation between the two of you. you quickly glanced at your phone, looking at the photo of rufus peacefully asleep on top of a stack of books. "yes, my cat. his name is rufus. my mom brought him home during christmas. he was tiny and on the streets. he's the devil incarnate in an orange cat. do you have any pets?" instantly, you wanted to cover your mouth for talking too much, fearing that you had overwhelmed ellie with information. but as if she had read your mind, she spoke up. "he looks adorable. and no, i don't have any pets. i'd love to have a cat. i really like them, even though they don't seem to like me."

"you get used to it. i don't think rufus thinks i'm cool anyway" you replied. "you look cool though, i mean, you seem nice. you had the courage to come and talk to me" she said with admiration. you looked at her with adoration, wishing you could talk to dina right now. how did you develop a crush so quickly on someone you had just met? "did you see me talking to all the girls to see if they had the number 27?" you blushed, remembering the embarrassment you had experienced approaching everyone to check. "i did! you looked really cute. you even made me feel sorry for you, so i approached stealthily. it was all planned" she laughed, her comment making you laugh as well. your cheeks were still flushed, but this time not from embarrassment, but from the girl in front of you, unabashedly flirting. "i'm glad you're my partner. i think we'll have a fun afternoon." "so be it," eillie opened her hand for a high-five, and you gladly obliged.

"can i ask you a question?" ellie inquired. "anything." "this may sound strange, but what's your name?" you paled, realizing that you had spent all that time with her without even telling her your name. you had held her hand and lent her your music, but you didn't even have the decency to introduce yourself. you stuttered for a few seconds before telling her your name and apologizing for forgetting to do so earlier. "y/n," ellie said your name aloud, as if testing it on her lips. "that's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." all the color that had disappeared from your face came rushing back in an even stronger blush. "stop it! you're turning me into a tomato if you keep making me blush." "you look really pretty like that, that's why i do it." finally, you rested your elbows on your lap and hid your face in your hands. a cute and kind girl saying all those things to you? you were truly weak. you heard ellie laugh behind you and looked at her, pretending to be annoyed. "come on, lift your head, love. we have a long day ahead." 'it's obvious,' you thought as you observed her face full of freckles. once you composed yourself, you put your headphone back on and finally gathered the courage to rest your head on ellie's shoulder to sleep. you felt a smile forming on her face, and after a few seconds, she rested her head on yours and placed her hand back on your knee

you woke up to the sound of excessively loud chatter. you opened your eyes, adjusting to the light, and realized where your head was. you slowly lifted your head and saw ellie's profile, still in the same position as when you fell asleep, but this time looking towards the bus exit, possibly waiting for everyone to fully disembark. before speaking to her, you noticed a somewhat red mark and distinct lines on the lower part of her cheek. you pondered for a few seconds what it could be and smiled when you realized it was the mark left by your hair when she rested her head on yours. you assumed that she had also fallen asleep in the same position you remembered, and your heart filled with joy at how quickly she had become comfortable with you.

before ellie realized that you had been staring at her profile, you touched her shoulder and with a smile asked if it was okay to get off now. she nodded and helped you pick up your earphones that had fallen to the floor during the journey. she grabbed her backpack and put it on her shoulder, starting to walk towards the bus door. you followed her while closing your backpack, and when you reached the stairs to descend, you noticed that slowly all the students were gathering around the teachers who were starting to organize themselves to give instructions. you looked back at the stairs and saw ellie standing on the grass, extending a hand to help you down. you took her hand and took the opportunity to get a better look at her forearm tattoo. though it seemed unfinished, it was undeniably beautiful. you wondered if she had drawn the design herself and decided to ask her later. as you approached the teachers, you thought ellie would let go of your hand, but she didn't. she continued to hold it gently as she guided you to a closer spot near the teachers to listen to the instructions.

once again, you got lost in your partner's appearance and missed the explanation. she seemed to realize the reason when you asked her to repeat what your teachers had said, and she blushed slightly. "they said there are more than 10 symbols carved into various trees in the area, and they want us to implement technology or something like that. so, when we move on to the next stage, we need to show them the photos we've taken of the symbols on the trees. we should have at least three to complete this part." as ellie narrated, you nodded slowly, trying not to get lost in her beautiful green eyes again. "understood. anything else?" ellie nodded her head. "to make sure we don't use the same photos as our classmates, we need to make it clear that the photo is ours. like having ourselves in the photo or using our hand to show the assigned number." you nodded again, and this time it was your turn to hold her hand and lead her to the starting point of the race.

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sunfyresrider · 1 year

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Valentines w Aegon

Summary: Aegon forgot what day it was and now has to spend the entire day proving he is better than Aemond.

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Reader warning: little bit of smut, little bit of fluff, lil bit of Aegon being an idiot, a whole lotta redemption word count: 2,000+ note: not my best smut bc I added it on at the last minute

Aegon didn't wake up early that day. In fact, he woke up around noon as he usually did. You had been married for a few years now and it still perplexed you how he so easily forgot holidays. You weren’t furious, he was always the most forgetful man you met. Actually, you doubted if he even remembered the days of the week.

He finally showed up to come see you for his very late breakfast. “Good morrow, love.” Aegon placed a quick kiss on your cheek and took the seat across from you. “It’s past noon, love.” You didn’t mean for your words to leak so much venom, but it was too late. Mayhaps you were angrier than you originally thought.

"I know, I'm sorry." He sighed, "I overslept again. Are you angry?" No, you never cared that he overslept. You overslept half the time anyway. You were upset he forgot a holiday that was made for couples. “I am not angry.” You said in defense before taking a bite of your food.

Aegon knew you like the back of his hand or well cock. He knew his cock much better than his hand at this point. Every time you lied you avoided eye contact, and your voice lost all emotion. What the hell did he do this time? Aegon hadn’t drank lately and he definitely wasn’t sleeping with other women. Did he forget something again?

You ate your meal in awkward silence. Aegon spent most of the time lost in his head trying to figure what he had done wrong. Normally he would ask but the quote “don’t poke the bear,” kept repeating in his head. He watched you get up and leave without saying goodbye. That stung more than he cared to admit. What the hell did he do?

Aegon wandered the halls aimlessly trying to figure out what he had done when he noticed his brother. Aemond was carrying flowers and a box of something. Did he forget someone’s birthday? “Brother, what are you doing?” Aegon called out to Aemond. He stopped in his tracks and eyed him up and down. “What does it look like I’m doing,” he spoke.

Aegon didn't understand the attitude his brother had either. "Why are you bringing these here?" He could tell by the way Aemond looked at him that he was judging him. “I’m taking these to mother… Are you even aware what day it is? No, he obviously wasn’t aware. “Shit! I thought her birthday wasn’t for another moon.” His brother scoffed at him.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, wastrel.” The realization dawned on him. He had forgotten another holiday. “Oh.” Aemond rolled his eyes, “I pity your wife.” He walked off, probably thinking that he would be a better husband. It drove Aegon insane the superiority complex Aemond held. “I pity you! You don’t even have a wife.” His brother didn’t even turn around and instead chuckled in the distance. Fuck, what was he supposed to do now?

He decided to go to his sister for help. “Hel… could you help?” He awkwardly asked from inside the door frame. She peered up from her embroidery and pursed her lips together. “You forgot, huh?” Her voice was soft as she spoke. He felt his face burn with embarrassment. Aegon shrugged, "Mayhaps." He stood there silently waiting for her to say anything else. Helaena hummed as she took her time to reply. “I suppose I can.”

“Thanks Hel.” He smiled nervously. She was always the most dependable sibling. Even though they had nothing in common she treated him better than the others. Obviously, she judged him internally but didn’t show it. “You should go to the gardens. She really enjoys the roses there.” He knew that his wife always used rose oils after bathing. “Also, a present. You can find chocolates and jewelry in the markets.” He nodded intently. “Mmm… take her some place special like a restaurant.”

Aegon ran over and kissed Helaena on the cheek which caused her to flinch back. She always hated affection. “You’re a godsend, Hel.” With newfound confidence he took off down the hallway.

The day went by slowly for Aegon. He managed to pick a handful of perfect flowers for her or what he considered perfect. Then he had to sneak out to go to the markets and track down what he needed. He kept repeating chocolates and jewelry in his head over and over. He felt like an idiot. Why couldn't he just remember?

He grotesquely underestimated the sheer number of different kinds of jewelry and candies. Why were there so many fucking options? How do you know what kind to pick? Aegon didn't want to overspend either, but he wanted to surprise his wife and make her happy.

An idea of his own finally dawned on him. He should just get her a necklace made of Valyrian steel. It perfectly showcased his heritage, and it was super rare. He had faith it would be a hit.

Aegon didn’t expect the bargaining he had to do with the shop owner to buy it. It costed an entire arm and leg. The owner didn’t even care he was a prince, fucking bastard. After he got his hands on it, he made his way to the chocolates once more. At first, he only bought one box, but he ended up buying five. It was too hard to figure out which ones she would like and now she would have enough to last at least a month. That’s what he told himself to make him feel better about the money he was spending.

Alas, he went home feeling relieved. He was going to give his wife a gift worth remembering. She deserved it, after all this time, she still loved him unconditionally and he appreciated that. But once he got home, he was greeted with the most despicable sight. “What are those.” You turned your head and glanced at your husband. “I was spending time with your mother and Aemond, he gave me these.” It was a disgusting bouquet of red roses. Aegon was going to kill him. He scoffed, “Roses are so basic.” He ignored the fact that he had his own hidden in the other room.

You felt hurt at his words. These were your favorites and you always smelled like them. You thought he loved roses on you. “At least he remembered.” Aegon didn’t bother replying. He stomped out of the room like a child throwing a tantrum. Fucking Aemond, he had to show him up now. It was always a game of who was better even on holidays. You sat there mildly offended and confused at his attitude. Normally he would at least apologize.

Aegon’s mission quickly changed from trying to get his wife to forgive him to proving he was better than Aemond. “Ser Erryk, I need you to kidnap my wife.” The guard's stoic expression contorted in confusion. “Excuse me, My Prince?” Aegon was in a rather shit mood. “I need you to kidnap my wife and take her here.” He pointed to a place on the map. Erryk knew better than to question a prince but what could he be plotting. “No questions asked, just do it at sunset and be swift.” The prince stormed off and Erryk stood there in confusion. He thought he was finally improving since he was wed.

Aemond was sat in his room reading a book. He was rather proud of today to say the least. He spent time with his mother and sister-in-law. He gave them both gifts since their husbands were worse than rubbish. Normally, he spent time with Helaena but not after she got betrothed. Her husband actually cared about her feelings and spending time with her.

To be clear, if he wanted Aegon’s wife he would have had her years ago. She was his friend before she was his brother's lover. But neither had any interest in each other. He simply wanted to show her that she was appreciated by someone just like he did with his mother. Internally he knew that would drive his brother crazy, but he was happy about it. Maybe, the threat of someone stealing her away would make him get his act together.

What Aemond didn’t expect was a knock at his door and the sounds of feet scurrying away. He peered out his door and noticed a bundle of flowers crushed up on the floor beneath him. Along with a note in terrible handwriting.

“I can take care of my wife, thank you very much.”

He was related to the biggest idiot in the seven kingdoms. Aemond peered further out his door and saw Aegon’s shadow dip behind the wall. In his infamous judgmental voice he spoke, “Aegon.” He shook his head and shut the door.

You were wandering the keep in search for the wastrel you married. At this point you were beyond pissed. His brother took the time out of his day to do something nice and Aegon couldn’t be bothered. After all this time you assumed he was better. Obviously, he was the same ass you married.

Ser Erryk and Ser Arryk watched you from the corner, hidden by the darkness. They gave each other nervous glances before they pounced. Neither understood what exactly they were doing but it was a demand. God, the Targaryens were so odd.

A bag went over your head, and everything went dark. Before you could scream a hand was placed over your mouth. The adrenaline kicked in at an unpresented rate and you flailing your arms and kicking your legs in every direction. Of course, you were being taken prisoner today. You couldn’t be blessed with one good fucking day. Another set of arms grabbed your legs, and they began moving in unison.

You didn’t give up on your attacks, but they seemed to be absolutely useless. Underneath the bag you could feel the tears welling in your eyes. This was supposed to be a celebration. Something to look forward to. Instead, you were kidnapped and tied up. Another gift from the gods to keep you down.

Your heart was beating faster and faster as the hands kept carrying you. The air and sounds changed around you changed quickly. You were definitely outside near the city because the scent of cow shit filled your nose. Next you could hear the sounds of peasants going about their daily lives. Was this how you die?

After what seemed like a century you were gently placed on your feet. The sound of boots clomping on the dirt made you freeze. You heard three sets of men speaking in low tones. One was a man with a deep baritone voice. He spoke with a hint of anger and frustration. “I’m really sorry, princess.”

You knew that voice. Before you could turn around and demand answers your hood was ripped off and you were shoved into a building. The door quickly shut behind you and you fell to the ground.

“Happy Valentines Day, My love.” You peered up at your husband standing over you with a smug look. You quickly rose to your feet and took in your surroundings. The room was decorated nicely with a table for two in the center. There was food laid out and what seemed like… presents in the center. The floor was decorated with roses as was the bed in the corner of the room. A giant window facing the sea shone brightly. The sunset was undeniably beautiful.

“Aegon. What the fuck was that?” He scurried over and grabbed your hands. “I wanted to surprise you!” You furrowed your eyebrows and your mouth hung agape. “Surprise me? Why would you kidnap me and tie me up?” Your eyes widened as he pulled you close and kissed you. “I didn’t know how else to be discreet.” You were still high on adrenaline, but you had to admit it was a nice surprise. “You remembered?”

“Of course, I remembered. I only acted like I didn’t so you would have no clue what I had planned.” He was lying but you would never be able to tell. After he got over raging about Aemond’s gift he decided to go a step further. He found an inn with a perfect view of the ocean and sunset which you loved. Then he had them prepare all of your favorite foods… He had to ask Helaena what they were but that’s beside the point. Aegon even went out of his way to tear apart the roses he got you to use as decoration. Truly, he completely outdid himself and he couldn’t hide the smugness on his face. Although maybe the kidnapping was a bit much, but he didn’t realize they were going to tie you up and drag you here.

“I didn’t realize you were capable of being this thoughtful.” You glanced around the room and your anger slowly disappeared. Of course, he could have just taken you outside like normal, but he went about about things in odd ways sometimes. You let out a giggle as you looked at the gifts. Each one was wrapped up in a different color of red. “I made them prepare your favorites. Only the best for my wife.” You smiled genuinely as he led you over to the table.

Aegon pulled out your chair and pushed you back in. He poured a glass of wine for himself and then one for you. You nearly chuckled at the sudden gentleman act he was putting on. “A toast, to us and our love.” He spoke and raised his glass. You followed suit and drank the red liquid. It was sweet and fruity and not too strong. Perfect for your taste buds. He even remembered you preferred sweet wine over bitter. “To us and our love.” You echoed him.

The rest of the dinner passed by peacefully. You enjoyed your meal and the company of your husband. It felt good to celebrate Valentines Day with someone who cared so much about you. As the sun began its descent over the horizon, he pushed the gifts towards you and impatiently waited for you to open them. He was extremely fucking proud of himself for pulling this all off. You unwrapped the five boxes of candies first and laughed. “Are you trying to fatten me up for winter?” You teased.

“I wanted to give you an array of options.” He said with a grin. You broke off a piece of one and ate it. It tasted like chocolate but there was also a distinct citrus flavor that stood out. These were definitely from Essos… which were the most expensive kind. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face when you finished.

The gold box with the red ribbon. His eyes lit up as you opened it. Inside was a dress. A dark black gown made from silk. It was decorated with red and gold which were his houses colors. On top was a black necklace with a dragon dangling at the center. “It’s Valyrian steel… It’s like a piece of me is always with you.”

Your eyes widened and you stared at the necklace. You picked it up and admired it. The dragon was beautiful, and it was crafted with such detail. It was the most precious thing you owned now. “Thank you so much, baby.” You stood up and walked over to him. You took your seat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight.

“I know I don’t deserve you, but I will do everything I can to make you happy.” Your eyes almost began to water out of joy, and you pressed a deep kiss to his lips. “You’re the best husband I could have asked for.”

He nuzzled your neck and his hand wandered down your body. It wasn’t long before you were undressed and making use of the bed. He deserved some reward for everything he did tonight. He was so generous, thoughtful, and loving. You couldn't help but fall more in love with him every day.

You quickly pushed him off and climbed on top to straddle him. You pressed your lips roughly into his own. Aegon ran his hands under your dress and squeezed your ass. You moaned into his mouth as you grinded against his cock. You slowly slid yourself down along his hardness.

Aegon’s breathing grew heavier until he grabbed your hips and held onto them tightly. You let out a gasp as he filled you completely. His cock was average in length but thick as hell. You both moved together perfectly as you rocked your hips. “I love you,” you whispered breathlessly.

“And I love you, my queen.” Aegon growled as you leaned forward and bit his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. He picked up his speed and began thrusting himself inside of you vigorously. Your moans were muffled in his shoulders, He slid his hand under you and rubbed your clit while still pounding away.

His pace quickened and soon your cunt was clenching around his cock. He was close too; you could tell by how fast his strokes became erratic. Aegon’s cock repeatedly pounded into your sweet spot, and you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Your orgasm washed over you and sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

Aegon’s smile grew wide as he watched you come undone on top of him. A pleasant reward for all the trouble he went through today. He sat up in the bed, so you were still straddling him. You grabbed his arms and removed them from your hips, it was your turn to make him feel good. Your movements started slowing but the small whines that came from his mouth encouragement you needed to pick up your pace. You bounced on his cock while he did his best to suck your nipples in between moans.

Aegon spilt his seed inside you for the first time, but it was far from the last. You spent the entire night in bed with him, only taking short breaks to regain your energy.

The fruits of his labor that day paid off nine months later when a baby boy came. Your very own Valentine’s Day baby… truly a better gift than anyone could ever give you.

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii #aegon x reader #aegon x you #aegon imagine #aegon fluff #aegon smut

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tinykonig · 1 year

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Okay but my boy Gaz😩😩😩😩 I’m seriously going into 2023 manifesting that man. Can the ppl (me) get husband Gaz headcanons and how he’d treat his spouse? (I get the vibe he’d be all for princess treatment) Can there also be dad Gaz? <3

Im going to use this post for husband!gaz and ill make a seperate post for dad!gaz :))

sfw & nsfw below, afab reader

kyle is the definition of a devoted partner. the dream man!!!

like i said in his headcannons, his love language is quality time. he loves spending any time he can with his partner, and especially loves going on little getaways to new cities and destinations and spoiling them

he is more casual about dates. he will do the whole dress up and fancy restaurant thing but he much prefers eating fast food in his car and driving somewhere with a view listening to your playlists

OH MAN this boy will make u little dedicated playlists every once in a while and its so sweet :) titled like “my sunshine” “listen to this when you miss me” and its just songs that you guys discovered together on your drives

very thoughtful about gift giving! will remember if you prefer silver or gold jewelry, remembers your favorite foreign candies, etc

loves all the pet names. hardly calls you by your name its always love, darling, princess, baby

constantly taking photos of you ! keeps polaroids in his phone case, wallet, and on his walls

especially nsfw ones :))) particularly his cum on you. on your boobs, dripping out of you, on your ass

multiple rounds kinda dude. he sees his cum in/on you, hes hard again sorry

god he is all about body worship in this bedroom

praises you the entire time and a big fan of eye contact

he calls you all the time and most of the time it’s very innocent and asks oh about your day and gossips about price to you

but he is such a perv… sometimes your voice just turns him on and he will start touching himself while you are just talking about something you did that day

his breath will hitch and you just know

fucking cums in his pants if you jokingly shame him about it. like “i’m just telling you about my day and you have to stroke your dick? i know you aren’t that much of a perv, kyle,” and he GROANS

gaz can be subby sometimes, as a treat

how could you not indulge him in phone sex

if he does the grocery shopping by himself for some reason, expect to have so many snacks but no ingredients for any actual meals

and he is so bad at making lists he just goes to the store and raw dogs it

so now its a rule that you have to be present for grocery shopping- he is not to be trusted

he loves hosting at your guys’ house!!! especially wants to be the house to host christmas dinners

plays bartender all night and LOVES it

gifts from gaz are always very sentimental but unexpected. like getting you a bracelet that has his vows engraved in tiny tiny writing

he cries at meaningful moments, like at your wedding, during a reunion where he’s been gone for a while. he just gets choked up

in tune with his emotions and talks about how he feels very openly ( at least with you ) if he is worried about something he will always ask for your perspective and it helps him process things

because he can have a fiery temper sometimes so he really wants to work on seeing things from your point of view. never would gets physical or anything, but he can say some mean things or shut you out

when you notice him making progress in this you always praise him and let him know you recognize his efforts and suddenly he is all mushy

the guys know almost everything about you, even if you have never met them. he talks about you all the time

“what movie are we watching? oh yeah my partner loves that movie.” and “my partner makes the best fucking cookies in the world”

one time you got up in the morning before him and made a little breakfast for you both and when he woke up and saw that he teared up and said “im fond of you, you know?” and it was just so cute that now you both say that to each other for little things

he enjoys taking walks with you, particularly with to-go coffees in hand

people watches with you and you guys make up conversations that you think strangers are having

its his favorite pass-time honestly

back to sexy time

he really likes your neck, spends a lot of time there during foreplay. you have to be really diligent if you don’t want him to leave any marks there

loves being on the bottom when he is dominant. just sitting back and telling you what to do and how to do it and seeing you get tired/cock drunk is his favorite

steals a few of your panties to take with him when hes gone. hes a lowkey perv im telling yall

he asked you to marry him one night after like 4 rounds of fucking, he just could not hold it in anymore

promises to make it up to you with a romantic date later but tbh you didn’t mind

#kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #gaz #gaz x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #genie writes cod #this one makes me soft i wanna hold his hand and i wanna choke on his cock !!! thanks

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maochira · 1 year

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I always have this idea in mind since i started blue lock. Chigiri meeting this person in rehab who is around his age and going through similar situation, they are talented in a sport but they injured themselves. yet they are bonding through this tragedy. Always encourging each other and being positive that they will heal and be able to play again . With time they become close 'friends' and then he went to train in the blue lock. Just after when he is finally able to meet them again and tell them about his 'true feelings' regarding his 'love' for them, and his desire to continue football till the end, he found them given up on their sport, completely ✨🍃 physical wise there was no chance from the beginning but they never told him :( ... how do you think he will handle this whole situation ? I always feel like chigri was traumatised about what happened to his knee and his biggest fear was properly 'giving up', yet here he goes, that fear became true for someone he loves 🍃💫 but then him knowing that they are still mentally suffering while he was mentally healing is ..... you know :( but would he still confess ? But is it a good time tho ? Idk. Somehow i cant imagine the rest 🙊💖 this is not request btw since its too long, i dont mean to annoy you but it would be nice to read your take on this even in a general comment. Sorry for this you can ignore too.

Hi anon!! Your idea is very cool!! I kinda love when people give me their ideas and I get to elaborate or continue ngl.

Masterlist and request rules

tags: gn!reader, kind of angsty I think

The backstory is basically everything in this ask, I'm continuing at the point where they meet again!

-you saw Chigiri play in the U-20 match and while you were proud of him playing like this again, a part of you was hurt because this meant you didn't have the thing you bonded about in common anymore. Also, a part of you is jealous. But you tried to not let those negative feelings get the better of you

-when Chigiri got to leave Blue Lock for a bit, he asked you to meet him again. You were hesitant at first, but then agreed to it

-you invited Chigiri to your place, and he told you a lot about Blue Lock, of course since it's everything that's happened in his life for the past months. You didn't mind him telling you about it, but then he started encouraging you about the sport you used to play, and how you can make it as well because he did

-you try to decline Chigiri's encouragement, but he's so insistent with it, you have no other choice than telling him you're physically not able/allowed to play again

-that really shocks Chigiri and he feels guilty. He apologizes and you try to switch the topic. But the entire situation made spending time with you uncomfortable, so Chigiri went back home very soon

-Chigiri had planned to finally confess his feelings to you that day, but now he felt like he ruined his chance for that. He thought even the friendship between you and him was ruined now

-he couldn't fall asleep that night, he was thinking so much about the moment when you explained how you'll never be able to play your sport again

-and in the next morning you woke up to a message that read "Again, I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't want to hurt you. I love you."

#bllk #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #bllk scenarios #blue lock scenarios #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #bllk x reader #chigiri x reader #chigiri x you #chigiri hyoma #hyoma chigiri

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lemonykoo · 1 year

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burnt out - tighnari

Pairing: Boyfriend!Tighnari x Student!Reader

Genre: Angst, I guess? Comfort later, though. Female reader.

Word Count: 2.5k

Notes: You’ve been working toward your degree at the Academiya for four years now, and as the days go on, Tighnari starts to notice that your diligence to your studies has gone by the wayside. Just when he thinks he has to have a talk with you, it’s brought to his attention that you aren’t just slacking off, but that there’s a bigger problem at hand. (Very self-indulgent lmao.)

Warnings: mentions of burnout and all the things that come of it! Tighnari is unaware of the situation so he’s a bit brash at first. (He also might be a little OOC im so sorry.) Vomiting is also mentioned – not graphically, just mentioned a few times. Also not entirely for sure how the Academiya runs in genshin but I structured it kind of like college to make it easier for me :)

“So, I got the exam, right? And I looked at the first page and was like, ‘Whoa, I know this stuff!’ And I just went through the whole test like that, so I think I did well! There were a couple I was confused about, but I think I got them, so I’m not too worried.” You stood from the crouched position you had been in and sighed, wiping the sweat from off your brow as you waited for an approving response from your boyfriend.

“You always study hard, so I would expect nothing less from you,” was the response Tighnari gave and oh, how damaging to you would it soon turn out to be.

It was a slow process, of course. It wasn’t like you just woke up one day and decided that you had no urge to even step foot on the premise of the Academiya, let alone even gaze in its direction. It was a gradual feeling that started to bubble within after four years of diligent studying and research to graduate and obtain a much sought-after degree in biology. This was a goal you had always been passionate about. Ever since you were young, you always wanted to learn more about the world around you, specifically nature’s role in it. You were still in the process of trying to write your thesis, with the help of your just as diligent boyfriend, Tighnari. Of course, the thesis work was all you – he was just there for support and to help out when needed. A lot of your time together was spent outside in the rainforest, collecting data and observing nature do it’s thing.

You spend a lot of time at Pardis Dhyai, since a lot of your research revolves around botany, but you also travel to Gandharva Ville not only to see your lover but also for research purposes. Your time spent in the rainforest with the forest watchers was always brief and you’d return back to Pardis Dhyai almost as soon as you left, but your stays have gotten longer. At first, you said it was because your work that needed to be done back at “home base” as you referred to it as didn’t have to start as soon as you woke up in the morning but then you changed your story to “Gandharva ville has more materials I need for my research.” Either one was acceptable; after all, students do tend to travel all over the place to gather material and data for their research topics. It wasn’t uncommon for you to even go someplace else in Sumeru for a couple days. The only problem with your second excuse was that you spent more time in Tighnari’s abode rather than outside inspecting plants and their habitats.

“You’re still here? I thought you said you were going to go out in the field today,” Tighnari said, seeing that you sitting at his desk, a notebook opened in front of you. The pages were blank except for a few scribbles and doodles. When he had left earlier, you had told him you needed to go into the field and see how the plants you were observing were doing since you hadn’t since last week. But it appeared that you hadn’t even attempted to leave.

“Oh, yeah, I had a lot to do this week so I thought I’d take it easy today, actually,” you answered.

“Understandable,” was all he replied with, a feeling of doubt surfacing that was quickly shaken away.

This theme of your “I need to blah blah blah” statements and then never actually doing what “needed” to be done became a very frequent occurrence. “Didn’t you say the test this week was super hard? I haven’t seen you touch your notes once in the past two days,” Tighnari noted as you ate lunch one day by a stream.

“It’s not until later in the week so I have time,” you said, shrugging. He decided not to press the issue further, putting his trust in the fact that you’d most likely just study when it came closer to time. Though, he’d really suggest starting now, but oh well.

And it continued like this, but you’d come back and explain that you didn’t do as well on that test as you thought you would followed by, “I should’ve studied more, but I just felt like I couldn’t.” Tighnari asked why you would return so late to Pardis Dhyai when you had work to do there, but you’d just brush it off and say that you could take care of it, you just might have to work longer one day. He’d stand at the entrance of your little “home base” and wave at you, telling you to have a nice rest of the week with a voice in his head saying that something was up with you but he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

You were always so diligent with your schoolwork. So focused and never missing a due date. You were always in the field, ready to learn and make observations. You’d go through notebook after notebook, filling the pages with endless pieces of knowledge and experiences you had come across, completely immersing yourself in your work and loving every minute of it. But now, you were different. Things had changed over these past four years. You weren’t as eager to go out in the field with him and when you were, the enjoyment didn’t last long and you’d get restless and distracted from the tasks at hand. Your stays at his place consisted of basically just you sleeping over until you stated you were ready for him to walk you back to Pardis Dhyai. You didn’t have your nose in books or notes anymore or ask him to quiz you for your next test. It was almost as if you weren’t even a student anymore. Were you just… becoming lazy? Surely not, as that was so unlike you. Perhaps… you had grown to dislike your degree choice, or realized that you just didn’t like it as much as you thought.

Tighnari decided he needed to address this concern of his to you and figure out what was going on. Maybe you just needed a little push to get going again! If that was the case, he was always there to encourage you. Hopefully you hadn’t forgotten all the times he’s helped you with your research, because if you were stuck and didn’t know how to continue with it, he’d totally help you out just as he had before.

When Tighnari entered Gandharva Ville, he was approached by Collei before he could reach his home. “Master Tighnari!” the young girl greeted. “I was waiting for you to return. I was wanting to ask you if there’s anything I could do to help (Y/N)? I didn’t know she was sick and I feel bad for not keeping her company while you were gone.”

“Sick?” Tighnari echoed. “I didn’t know she was sick, either.” His brows furrowed and gazed off into the distance, looking at his home and wondering what he had missed while he was out.

“Oh?” Collei bit at the inside of her cheek as she followed the male’s gaze. “I figured (Y/N) hadn’t ate yet, so I made her a couple pita pockets so she could take a break from her studies. When I walked in, though, she was sitting on the ground with her head in her hands. She said she had just thrown up.”

A lot of thoughts were running through the forest ranger’s mind. At first, he had wanted to retort and say that you probably weren’t studying earlier, but rather drawing meaningless doodles in the pages of your notebook that should have your work written on them instead. But you had thrown up? Tighnari didn’t even waste another second, but instead headed straight to his home.

Upon entering, you were seated on the bed, braiding a series of small flowers together into bracelets, something you’d always do when you were little and out playing in the forest with your friends. You had made several of these for Tighnari in the past, all of which were dried and turning to dust somewhere in a vase in his house. You looked up before going back to your braiding. “I know, I know. I’m not studying. You don’t have to say anything this time,” you said softly, a bit of strain in your voice.

Ouch. “That’s not-“ he sighed, “Collei said you were sick?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I just threw up a little. My throat still hurts a bit, but I’m fine,” you responded, a bit of what he assumed was embarrassment written on your face.

Your boyfriend observed the space around you. A half-eaten pita pocket lay on a plate, discarded on his desk, cold and stale. Next to it, your books were open and your notebook was out and he was surprised to see that you had actually been studying. “Why did you throw up? Had you eaten something previously that upset you?”

“No,” you replied. “I hadn’t eaten anything all day until Collei made lunch. I had been doing work all morning since you left.” As Tighnari observed you, he made note of the redness of your eyes. He remembered when he left this morning on his forest ranger duties, giving a hasty kiss on your cheek before he departed, hoping not to wake you up since you were still asleep. That was another thing – you’ve spent a lot of your time taking naps or just laying in bed until it was time to eat, but sometimes, you’d even skip that. More pieces started to fit together in his mind.

Before he could hit you with another round of questions to try to deduce why you had gotten sick earlier, you said something that tied it all together for him.

“I was just doing some of my work and I got overwhelmed. Before I knew it, I felt the need to vomit and thankfully-”

The rest of your statement about how you got out and away from Tighnari’s things just before you vomited didn’t matter because it suddenly made sense now. He just… he just didn’t know how to tell you because it was obvious you weren’t aware of the situation.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he said, coming to sit next to you on the bed. He picked up one of the carefully made bracelets and ran his hand through it before taking it off and laying it back down. The silence was unbearable to him. “About what you said earlier, though, I’m sorry for always getting onto you for not studying. It’s really none of my business. I just know how much you want this degree and I don’t want to see you give up on it.” Maybe he could ease you into this conversation to make things easier.

You exhaled a tired sigh. “It’s okay. I know I should study more. I just… don’t always feel like it and when I do go to study, like today, I just get so… sick. I threw up last week, too, in Pardis Dhyai. I don’t know what’s going on, to be honest.”

“Do you think that maybe you’re just burnt out?”

Your eyes widened a bit, and you peered up at him as he looked at you, his eyes full of concern and worry. You quickly looked away, your fingers fumbling with the flower bracelet in your hand. “No. How could I be burnt out when I love what I do?”

“I understand thinking that, but (Y/N), it’s more common than you’d think.” He shifted his position to be a bit closer and he gently grabbed one your hands to still your fidgeting. “You’ve worked so hard for so long, it’s normal for this to happen.”

“Yeah, but I always take breaks,” you retorted. “I shouldn’t be burnt out already. Not like this.”

His thumb rubbed gentle, loving circles into the back of your palm. “Even before you joined the Academiya, you were working on what your thesis would be and what research you would do. You’ve put in so much time for so long.” He paused, watching a tear drop from the corner of your eye. “You haven’t mentioned your thesis in a while, either.”

“They keep getting rejected,” you hiccupped, pulling your hand away from his. You turned away, feeling a sense of shame because of the position you were in. You pulled your knees up to your chest and let out a shaky breath, feeling the sick, overwhelmed feeling from earlier settle into your stomach again. “I keep trying to come up with something new and interesting, but it’s never enough. I want to keep trying because I love this – I love the research, the new things I discover, the people and places. But ever since my third thesis was rejected, I just felt… I just felt sick every time I think of doing field work.”

Tighnari didn’t know how best to comfort you in this situation. If it was him, he would just want to be left alone to regain his composure, but he knew you didn’t function like that. He moved his position to sit beside you once again and he placed an arm around your waist to pull you toward him. “It’s not uncommon to get your thesis rejected, y/n, so don’t let that discourage you-”

“But it keeps happening,” you cried, your tears dropping onto his clothes. “I don’t feel like this dream of mine is even meant for me anymore. Maybe I’m not cut out-”

“Hey, hey,” Tighnari interrupted you, his voice firm. “Don’t even begin to think like that, because it’s not true. Some of the smartest people out there have gotten multiple theses rejected. That doesn’t mean they weren’t capable of achieving what they wanted. It just means it took a little extra time. And there’s nothing wrong with that. But there is something wrong with you discrediting yourself and your abilities, because you are more than capable of reaching your goals and everyone around you can see that.”

“I’m just worried that if I don’t achieve this, I’ll let you and everyone else down,” you murmured.

“You could never let me down,” he said, sincerity clear in his words. Your lips quivered and you felt more tears surface as you turned to hug your boyfriend. Those were some of the exact words you needed to hear at the moment, and you would most likely need to him say them again at a later time, but right now was all you needed to feel a spot of hope begin to grow inside you. Once he was sure your cries had calmed down enough for you to listen to him again, Tighnari planted a kiss on the top of your head before he pulled back to give you another on your nose. “And you know I’m always here to help you, no matter what it is. I’m rooting for you, Collei is rooting for you, and I’m sure the other forest watchers are, too. We all know that you’re capable of accomplishing this, now you just have to believe in yourself.”

#genshin impact #Genshin #genshin tighnari #tighnari #tighnari x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #lex’s writing 💫

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Transforming the Teacher - Part 3 (Epilogue)

The third and final part of the collab with the awesome @tf-lover. Wrapping up this story in a neat little bow that hope you’ll all enjoy. Can’t wait to further evolve these characters in the future!

Read Part 2 here!

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Today had been probably the most unpredictable and blatantly impossible day of Dane’s entire life. When he woke up Dane wasn’t even his name! He’d started the day as your average 20 something year old twink of a maths teacher. But by the end of the school day he’d become his own dream man! Huge muscles everywhere and the face and body of a model bodybuilder!

After that he couldn’t have imagined it’d get crazier. And yet it did! The man responsible for his new body revealed himself as Mr Wavell before the two ended up having a dinner date together. It was surreal but at that point Dane had almost numbed himself to the insanity. They had a very intriguing conversation while eating together and when all was said and done Wavell revealed he was the owner of a mansion. Hearing such the hunk just knew he had to see it for himself.

Dane paused for a second before opening the door. "We're actually going to walk? No teleporting to some pocket dimension where you live, no crazy flying car, just walking?" He was rather surprised, if he was being honest walking towards the door had been more symbolic than anything. He reached out and pulled the door open with his free hand, the other occupied by Wavell’s one.

“Well we could teleport but where would be the fun in that huh? Besides, it'd be a good idea to walk off that meal we just had.” Wavell walked through the door first, stepping out into the evening.

"Yeah, walking is cool with me." Dane followed behind his new friend(?) before closing the door and locking up. After which the two of them began a stroll down the street, casually chatting a little as they did.

“Well I’ve told you all about me but I’d like to hear more about you. Whether it be who you were before or who you are now.” Wavell’s eyes wandered across Dane’s muscled body, tightly clad in well fitted gym clothes. “Or perhaps knowing what your feelings are towards your new body?”

"I love it!" Dane didn’t hesitate one bit. "I've always wanted to get bigger, workout and all that stuff, but I never had the discipline to do it. I even had a personal trainer for a little while, but I ended up stopping that after a while." He gestured down at his new gorgeous body. "But now I'm all set up with a huge jock body and all the right knowledge to keep it this way, and I just feel so much better."

He glanced back up at Wavell and smiled. "Is there anything else in particular you want to know? We could do a sort of 20 questions type thing if you want."

“Yeah why not. That sounds like fun.” The warlock laughed. “Alright then we’ll start with something simple. First question, what’s your favourite hobby?”

"I mean, now it's probably the gym with this new body." Dane chuckled. "But beforehand it was probably writing transformation stories, that was always loads of fun."

“Oh how interesting! So this whole transformation thing was already a bit of a kink for you before all this then huh? You becoming Dane here really must’ve been a dream come true then. But yeah I don’t doubt you’ll be spending far more of your free time in the gym from now on to keep that body pumped and huge.”

"Yeah you've got that right. The whole transformation thing is just so hot, so literally getting turned into a huge muscle hunk like this was a dream come true for sure!" Dane couldn’t help but flex his giant biceps again before bouncing his colossal pecs, grinning even more in the process. "Anything else you want to ask?"

It didn’t take Wavell long to swiftly decide on his second question. “How about this then. What’s one of your biggest dreams right now! What do you desire?”

Dane had to think on that one for a minute before answering. "I suppose I want to make the most of this new body. Don’t get me wrong, I love the reward of teaching maths to young minds, but would it be weird if I tried to get a personal training certification as well?"

“Not at all! That sounds like an amazing idea!” Wavell reached over and placed a hand under one of Dane’s pecs before jiggling the hefty muscle a little. “Training other men to have giant tits like these sounds like a worthwhile cause!”

"Maybe one day I'll swap to doing the personal training full time instead of teaching depending on how it goes..." A sly grin appeared on the hunk’s face as he watched his new acquaintance play with his pecs. "Maybe Mr Wavell needs to learn a thing or two about having some juicy pecs of his own."

Wavell looked up at Dane with a smirk and a raised eyebrow “Mmm maybe you’re right about that. I’ve had similar ones in the past when I’ve temporarily possessed other bodies and I have to say having juicy pecs was quite a delight. But none were quite as meaty as the ones you have now.” With that Wavell retracted his hand from Dane’s chest and went back to holding the other man’s hand. Especially since the elderly woman across the street had been staring at them with the most bewildered look on her face.

"But a little meat on the regular you if you don't want to be a young muscle hunk like me eh?" Dane blushed a little when he realised they’d been seen.

“Hmmm maybe you’re right. Packing a little extra meat onto this frame of mine might not be such a bad idea.” The older man admitted looking down at his lean mature body clad in his signature casual suit. “So anyway, next question then I suppose… have you… ever been in a relationship before?”

"Nothing hugely long term, mostly shorter things that didn't last." Dane said with a slightly wistful smile. "Never really found the right guy I suppose. Someone that actually really wants a relationship and is willing to put effort in to make it work."

“I would say that I get that but honestly I’ve never been in a relationship full stop. Before I was Wavell there was just no possible way it could’ve happened and since becoming this version of me I’ve been so focused on bringing my desires and those of the men around me to the surface.” He explained as they continued to plod along together. “And I guess… I just never felt like I could love someone. Whenever I looked at a handsome man I would only ever see lust, sex and transformation. Until you that is…”

Dane thought he was blushing before but it turns out that he didn't know the half of it. His cheeks flushed a bright red at Wavell’s words; no one had ever been so forward in their desires for him before.

"I umm, would like that too." The former skinny teacher mumbled, paying more attention to the large house that they seemed to be approaching. "I definitely want to get to know the man underneath Oliver Wavell a little more, because you're in there and I know it. You're a mystery to me, but that's exciting."

“Well I’m glad you’re so intrigued by little ol’ me” Wavell smiled. It was then that Dane began to notice that as the pair drew nearer to the house, the rest of their surroundings became more transparent. Almost as if it were all disappearing around them somehow, leaving only the huge mansion that lay ahead.

"Wait... What the fuck is happening? Everything else is fading away?" Dane panicked for a second, glancing between his new magical friend, the mansion, and the rest of the surroundings. He couldn't place exactly what was going on, but now all he could see was the two of them and the huge mansion not far away. "That's fucking trippy as hell damn."

“Sorry about that, I probably should’ve warned you. My mansion is in fact inside a pocket dimension that I created. I thought I’d use a slower, more gradual type of teleportation so as to not make you feel as sick.” Wavell couldn’t help but notice how Dane squeezed his hand a little tighter while looking around.

Besides the mansion ahead, there was a massive void that extended around them. The sky was a light lilac colour while the ground beneath, that almost seemed like shallow water, was a deep violet. Both of which reflect the typical purple colour of Mr Wavell’s magic.

“It sits between your world and my home world. The only people that can get here are myself and those that I bring with me.” As Wavell explained he noticed Dane gazing out into the fog around them. “Oh and I wouldn’t advise wandering off outside the mansion without me here. It’s very easy to get lost.”

Dane couldn’t help but shudder as he looked out into the deep and seemingly endless void. The place felt enormous, but at the same time tiny. It was an odd feeling, but one he found himself adjusting to quite well. There was a strange tingle in the air, one that felt like it was barely there at all. But he knew it was there. Was that what magic felt like?

"Is that weird tingling feeling what I think it is? The magic holding this whole place together?"

The warlock glanced over at his hunky friend with a slightly shocked and confused expression. “You can feel the magic in this place?” He narrowed his eyes a little while continuing to lead Dane closer to the mansion. “How curious. Normal creatures and humans like yourself shouldn’t be able to feel and sense magic, even at this magnitude… perhaps there’s more to you than either of us realised Dane.”

"What're you saying? I'm not human?" Dane looked down at himself and started to run his hands all over his muscled body, looking as though he was enjoying it just a tad too much. "I dunno, I feel pretty human to me. I don't have a tail or pointed ears or anything, and I thought you said magic didn't exist in my world?"

The two of them finally reached the giant double doors of the huge building before them, seemingly the only one in this dimension. “Hahaha no that’s not what I meant. What I mean is that you might not be a normal human. It’s like what I told you earlier. I myself am technically a human, just an incredibly powerful magic mutation of one.”

Dane frowned at that. Not a normal human? "So what, I'm like you then? A warlock or whatever?" He was confused to say the least about all this, but it was a little exciting too. "That could be fun, assuming that's what's going on here."

“Perhaps… it’s hard to say for sure what you might be.” Wavell guided Dane inside the mansion only for them to step into a rather grand main hall at the entrance with two massive staircases at either side. It was bigger and grander than any Dane had seen before. It looked like something out of a fairytale.

“I’m not going to jump to any conclusions just yet so I think it’d be right if you stayed here for a while so I could test you a little. Besides, this place runs outside of normal time meaning we could stay here for weeks in theory and I could still have you back in time for work tomorrow.” Wavell was now more interested in this man than ever before.

He turned around to see Dane looking around in awe. “If you want to stay for a while, that is… I would also love to just have company for once. But if you’d rather go I can take you home… If you want.”

Dane whirled back to look at Wavell, a bright, warm smile on his face. "I'd love to stay here for a bit with you, and not just to figure myself out. I want to get to know you more, and have more dates that are perhaps a little more planned out than our first one was."

He laughed a little as he gazed up into the eyes of an actual otherworldly being. They’d once again naturally drifted to standing close together, though this time there was no potentially burning food to interrupt them.

“Yeah… I’d really like that.” Wavell placed both hands on those massive boulder-like shoulders before rubbing down Dane’s thick muscular arms. The same warm sensation in his chest that he’d felt back in the kitchen returning. He looked down at Dane’s kind, handsome face, admiring all its features. But most of all he couldn’t stop thinking about those plump lips of his decorated with that well groomed moustache. Fuck he just wanted to kiss them so badly. And usually he would. When Wavell Desiree something, he took it… and yet with Dane he hesitated. Was this what nervousness felt like? He wondered. He hadn’t experienced it in such a long time that I wasn’t entirely sure…

Dane could see the hesitation. It was sweet really, seeing someone as powerful and confident as Wavell suddenly nervous at how close they were. Despite the mature exterior, Dane could tell that deep down Wavell still had the heart of an unloved outcast that'd escaped his world. He had no idea how old the warlock actually was under that mature exterior, but he was just as new at this as Dane was. "Come on, we've both been wanting this. Why don't you get over here and kiss m-"

Wavell just about cut his devilishly handsome friend off at the end as he practically smashed their lips together while grabbing his face from both sides. The kiss started out strong, intense and passionate. Desperate almost as their tongues began to explore each other's mouths a little. However gradually the intensity simmered down, both of them now simply holding each other close as they kissed slowly and softly. It was a moment that felt as though it could last an eternity.

"So I just kissed a warlock from another dimension that thinks I'm not totally human and gave me the body of a muscular god." Dane smirked against the older man’s lips. "Nice"

The pair went back in for another short kiss before pulling apart again. “Yup that sounds about right.” Wavell commented before diving back into the kiss. He waved my hand slightly allowing the large main doors to the mansion to close once again.

The heated little make out session continued for a few more minutes, the pair completely losing themselves in the blissful sensation of holding another handsome man that intrigued them so close. There was lust for sure but anyone could tell that it was also sweet and loving. However, after a couple minutes, they ended up being forced to pull apart as the need for breath finally overwhelmed the want to kiss.

"Fuck that was good. Best kiss ever." Dane whispered. He didn't need to whisper, but the intimacy of the moment seemed to demand it. "Never thought I'd be kissing a guy from literally another world but here we are I guess."

“Here we are indeed.” Wavell gazed down at Dane lovingly before cupping his face in his hand. “You’re an interesting one yourself Dane.” With that their bodies finally parted. Wavell outstretched his arms and waved towards the hallway ahead alongside the multiple sets of stairs. “Well then, I believe a tour is in order.”

With that the unlikely pair wandered off into the mansion where Mr Wavell was ready to open his new friend up to a whole new world…

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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 … 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @sunnysideup478

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

( the gif was a must )

They had been together for two years and things were still fresh; naturally dating a football player meant that she had to grow accustomed to the fact that he would be normally around his teammates more than her, and she understood it seeing as she was barely in country due to her work - yet she couldn't help but want at least one day with him without any distractions, only that there was a distraction, a distraction in the form of his teammate Luka Modric.

She didn't hate the Croatian by any means, the man was nothing short of polite and kind towards her when she met him yet the least she expected from Sergio and from Luka as well as some form of decency, and respect.

Which lead her to this moment, sitting the chair opposed to the couch where her boyfriend and his close friend were seated playing FIFA, she had a book perched on her lap as a poor attempt to calm herself down.

She'd hear them chat while playing and wondered if she was the third wheel or if Luka was the third wheel, she knew it wasn't intentional. Sergio was affectionate, and that naturally translated into his friendships with others.

That night, after Luka had left - Sergio joined her in bed an hour after she got ready, " Amor, are you ok? " he asked her before joining her inside of her bed.

" I'm fine " She shrugs, albeit her high pitched tone was a clear indication that she was in fact, not fine.

" Amor " He said again.

" I just ... " She sighs, then pouts, " I know how much you enjoy spending time with your friends and I'm not trying to fault you for it, but I was hoping we could spend a day together at least "

Sergio finally understood and chuckled, " Amor, it was only for a few hours, and I'm here now with you, alone " he wrapped his arm around her waist.

" But still " She sighs. " I love Luka, believe me I do but this wasn't the first time, remember when we went out together and ran into him and his wife who were clearly out on a date, until you decided to invite them to join us "

" It was common decency " He shrugs, " Besides, I see nothing wrong with it "

" But I did " She retorts, " You were talking to Luka, the entire time, instead of paying attention to me "

" I always pay attention to you " He tries to defend himself.

" Not when Luka is around, sometimes I feel like I'm intruding on you two " She huffs, " I don't want to sound needy but it hurts a lot ok "

Before Sergio could respond, she turns to the other side to sleep, and he slept soon afterwards.

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The following morning, she woke up to the smell of food which confused her for a moment until she realized that Sergio wasn't in bed, she went to the bathroom first to refresh and had gotten dressed to head to the kitchen and that's when she heard an all too familiar voice speaking which made her frown before she quickly put on a fake smile.

" Good morning " Luka smiles when he saw her.

" Morning " She said, before greeting Sergio with a kiss, she then turned to Luka. " Will you be joining us? "

Luka chuckles, " No, I actually have a whole weekend planned with Vanja since the kids are staying with her parents but I came here to deliver a very secret package that Sergio ordered "

She frowns, confused. " Secret package? "

Sergio shoots Luka a glare which made him chuckle and say, " Sergio will show you, see you two next week "

Luka left the pair together, she then turned to Sergio who smiled widely, " Sit down, I'll bring over breakfast "

She laughs and sits down, watching from where she sat. " What are you planning? " she asks him.

Sergio walks over with a tray full of dishes, he places it down. " For you my lady " he said, " Wait, let me get the orange juice " he sprints to the kitchen to get the glass then comes back.

They start eating in a comfortable wave of silence, " Amor, there's something I want to tell you "

The serious tone sent her mind into overdrive, " Ok " she said.

" There's a reason why Luka and I were spending a lot of time together " He begins.

She laughed, " He's your work wife, I know "

" Well yes, but there's another reason " He chuckles. " He's been helping me with something, something very important "

Before she can muster a response, Sergio takes out a box from his pocket, a small velvet box which was opened to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. " Sergio "

" He helped me choose this, because he said that you remind him on Vanja, you never ask for extravagant things, you're supportive, and you're a blessing to me, he said that you deserve to be happiness and I for one, believe that " He smiles, " So, will you ... take me to be your future husband? knowing full well that I'm somewhat married to him in a sense "

She laughs, wiping the tears from her eyes then nods. " I do, I love you and your affinity for Luka, because it shows how loyal you are "

" I love you " He kissed her then slipped the ring in her finger.

" I love you too " She smiled back.

#sergio ramos #sergio ramos imagine #sergio ramos fanfiction #sergio ramos one shot #sergio ramos fluff

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feverishly-kpop · 9 months

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OT8 - Drunk Ateez

Yeosang had to admit that drinking at work sounded like a whole lot of fun. He knew that Atiny loved seeing them being silly and having a good time so filming a Wanteez drinking episode seemed like the perfect idea. But about half way through filming Yeosang couldn’t help but notice that some of the members were having a little too much fun.

Yeosang decided to slow down a little with his drinking, instead pouring himself some water. It was clear that once the production wrapped for the day he was going to be left with seven very sloppy drunks.

And of course he was right. San could barely stand up at the end and needed to be hauled to his feet by Wooyoung, who was himself stumbling around while releasing a series of ear-shattering cackles as if he’d never seen such a hilarious sight in his life.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa were leaning against one another for support, both smiling blissfully unaware of anything going on around them.

Mingi, meanwhile, was bear hugging a hiccuping Yunho, leaving Yeosang unsure if Mingi needed to hold onto Yunho in order to stay on his feet or if it was the other way around.

And then there was Jongho, the only one besides Yeosang that seemed to be coherent for the most part, but he too was flushed bright red like the rest of his hyungs, letting out some small giggles at their antics.

“Can we get pizza on the way home?” Yunho mumbled into Mingi’s shoulder, not particularly directed toward anybody.

“We just ate, Yunho” Yeosang said softly, trying to lift Yunho’s chin to get a good look at him.

Yunho scoffed, separating from Mingi for the first time since he stood up and looking around for a chair to sit back down in.

“No, no Yunho” Yeosang sighed, putting an arm out to prevent Yunho from sitting down again. “We have to get going, our ride is outside. Please don’t sit down.”

“I want some pizza too, hyung” Jongho piped in with a pout.

“We’ll see” Yeosang responded, knowing full well that nobody was going to be able to stay awake long enough for pizza.

*~*~*~*~*~

The first stop was Seonghwa, San, and Mingi’s apartment. The three got out of the car followed by Wooyoung who was set on spending the night with San.

“Do you need me to come up with you?” Yeosang asked Seonghwa, mostly out of concern that they wouldn’t actually make it upstairs to their apartment.

“No, I’ll take care of them Sang, thank you” Seonghwa replied, stumbling a bit as he did so.

“Okay but who’s going to take care of you, hyung?” Yeosang replied, grabbing hold of Seonghwa’s arm. Seonghwa simply flashed a goofy grin in response before rounding up San, Mingi, and Wooyoung. Yeosang couldn’t help but smile at their resemblance to a mother duck and her ducklings as they headed inside.

The next stop was to drop Hongjoong and Jongho off, but this time Yeosang asked the driver to wait for him while he took the two others to their apartment. Hongjoong was unusually quiet for the entire ride home and his face had taken on a distinct green tinge, so Yeosang didn’t even bother asking if he needed a hand getting in, opting instead to simply wrap an arm around his Hongjoong’s shoulders to guide him inside.

Jongho, for all of his gusto while filming, was out almost immediately upon laying down on the couch, leaving Yeosang to help Hongjoong get ready for bed, preemptively placing a few tablets and a glass of water on his bedside table knowing that he’d likely be in some pain when he woke up.

By the time Yeosang returned to the van Yunho had laid down across the back row of seats and was very much asleep. Yeosang closed the door softly as he entered, not wanting to wake Yunho until they got back to their own apartment.

Yunho was none too pleased about Yeosang softly shaking him awake once they arrived but headed inside anyway, quickly washing his face and brushing his teeth before exiting the washroom with a timid look on his face.

“Are you feeling okay, Yunho-ah?” Yeosang asked tentatively, not sure how to interpret Yunho’s gaze.

Yunho quickly nodded his head before taking a step closer to Yeosang.

“I want to go to bed” he said quietly.

Yeosang smiled and nodded back. “Of course, Yunho, I’ll be quiet. Get some sleep.”

Yunho then took one more small step closer to Yeosang, reminding Yeosang of a shy child in his drunken state.

“I was hoping you’d come lie down with me?” Yunho asked, avoiding eye contact. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want to!”

Yeosang silently agreed, pushing Yunho toward his room and following without another word. Once he had gotten Yunho comfortable, Yeosang laid down next to him. He thought Yunho had fallen asleep until he heard his name being called softly, responding only with a hum.

“What was the verdict on getting pizza?” Yunho asked through a yawn.

“Maybe later” Yeosang responded, rolling his eyes, knowing that there was no way that Yunho was going to wake up again before his alarm went off the following morning and, if he did, it wouldn’t be to get pizza.

*~*~*~*~*~

It was no surprise to Yeosang when the other seven members piled into the van one by one the following morning looking less than their best.

Seonghwa reported being up for most of the evening sitting with Mingi, San, and Wooyoung as they alternated getting violently ill in the washroom until he himself succumbed to his own nausea.

Hongjoong cringed at Seonghwa’s story, having been sick for the better part of the night himself. Jongho’s eyes widened in response, not having heard his hyung even once. But then again he had woken up on the couch that morning in the same place he had been when Yeosang dropped them off.

Yunho seemed very proud of himself, announcing that he was totally fine and not hung over at all, clearly not remembering waking up a few hours after Yeosang had left him alone for the night, begging for Yeosang to order pizza for him, throwing up, then going back to bed for the rest of the night.

Yeosang let it slide, letting Yunho believe that he had indeed made it through completely incident free.

“I think we all learned our lesson” Jongho said firmly from the back of the van. “Our lesson being that we all need to drink more so we aren’t such light weights next time.”

“Next time…?” Hongjoong replied, his face paling at the thought of it. “Uhmm, let’s put a pin in that.”

#kpop sickfic #kpop fluff #sickfic #ateez fluff #ateez sickfic #Ateez drunk #sick ficlet

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Part 14 - Thalia

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 13 -- Part 15

Pairing: Geralt x ofc

Summary: Geralt and Solveig are beginning to realize what Sol's move means for their relationship.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, p-in-v sex, fingering, some angst, lots of feelings... I think that's it?

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: I did NOT beta this. And I'm sorry for the way I ended this. And I'm sorry for this in general, I'm not entirely happy with it, it's not what it was in my head AT ALL. At this point, I'm just happy it's out of the way.

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @keanureevesisbae @peaches1958

Today was December 24th and you planned to spent most of it in bed with absolutely no obligations. It was fantastic. The past few years, any holiday had been a mess of family, friends, dinner, dressing up, hurrying, panicking and your mother - bless her - complaining about the length of Geralt’s hair when she thought he couldn’t hear her. That was still a step up from the years before you met him, when the complaining had been about your lack of a boyfriend, and that hadn’t just been your mom talking. Your family was fond of Geralt, and he got along with them better than he did with most people, which was far more than you had ever dared to ask for when you first started going out. You had very little to complain about in terms of family gatherings, yet you were incredibly grateful that you got to spend this year’s holidays in a more private setting. You started your day curled up in bed with Geralt, which was precisely how you liked it, and planned on spending the rest of your day, too.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Geralt said. He finally sounded tired - which was reasonable, after two days of fucking each other senseless, honestly - but it didn’t stop him from extending an invitation for you to join him, which you declined. Over the course of the past two days, you had spent an awful lot of time in bed, but gotten disastrously little sleep. You dozed off again while Geralt took his shower. Even after three years together, you still dreamt of him, though not usually when you were with him. Today was different.

Your dreams were a rerun of the past two days. The way he looked at you while you read with your head resting in his lap. The way he silently mouthed the words he was reading when there was so much noise around him that he couldn’t focus anymore. The familiar - borderline iconic - sigh when he finally reached for a pair of noise-canceling headphones. His content sigh as he pulled you closer to his body in his sleep, and the slightly possessive grip that pulled you back in when you so much as dared to think about moving away from him. The way his hold on you loosened again when you softly talked to him. The way he knew you, inside and out, picking up on the tiniest little changes in your behavior, even when you were apart. He paid closer attention to you than to anyone else. You had once asked him why, and he had answered that you quieted his thoughts. At the time you hadn’t realized just what that meant to him, but you knew better now.

By the time you woke up it was well into the afternoon. Geralt didn’t need to turn around to know you were awake.

“You’re up.” It wasn’t a question - or a great conversation starter. Then again, he was never good at striking up a conversation with anyone.

“If I tell you I’m not, will you believe me?” You loved that he didn’t mind it when you teased him. In fact, he loved how much you enjoyed teasing him. Sometimes you wondered if he only laughed because he knew how you always longed to hear that wonderful sound. A pleased sigh escaped you as you looked at him while he continued to work on whatever it was he was working on.

“Are you studying?” From the looks of it, he wasn’t.

“I was just summoned to arrange tickets for the new year’s concert,” he replied, “which I cannot do yet.”

“Why?” Somehow, a generic question always got you the most specific answers from this man.

“The whole house agreed to go to see Sherlock perform - and Elena, I suppose, though none of us are really familiar with her - but August just texted that Anjelica would like to join, and I was wondering if you might, too?”

“That sounds lovely, when exactly is it?”

“Next Friday,” he replied. His head turned towards the door before the knock came.

“No,” Geralt snapped immediately before nodding at you. You quickly found a big sweater and a pair of sweatpants to put on. “Come in, Danielle.” You relaxed a little when you heard the person on the other side of the door was a girl. Any of the boys would have flung the door open carelessly after being given permission, but it opened very hesitantly.

“Is this a bad time?” Her voice was kind - which was all you could say for now, as you couldn’t see her yet. Geralt chuckled.

“Not at all, Danielle,” he said.

“Oh, because you sounded… kinda mad?” she said hesitantly as she stepped into the room. She was pretty, and she looked a bit shy.

“‘No’ is code for ‘someone’s naked’,” you laughed, “it works for the whole house.”

“Did ‘don’t come in’ not work?”

“It didn’t,” Geralt now also laughed, no doubt remembering some embarrassing instances from the past. “Danielle, this is Solveig, Sol, Danielle.”

“Hi!” She just smiled and waved, which you were grateful for. You weren’t exactly in the mood for a hug - or dressed properly for one. Her eyes revealed that not all of her questions were answered by that simple introduction.

“I’m his girlfriend,” you said while a smile took over your face, “Mikey didn’t say anything, did he?”

“Not a word.” She sighed before speaking again. “Have you guys been together for a long time?”

“Three years,” you answered.

“Why haven’t I heard anyone mention her?” she asked Geralt, who was trying to hide behind his computer - and failing, as he was far too large to make himself invisible behind the small screen.

“We don’t see each other very often,” he answered. He looked as if he felt he should be talking about you more often. The fact of the matter, however, was that whenever you weren’t together, your lives were very much separate. Danielle seemed to piece a few things together about last night’s encounter in the hallway. Then there was Geralt, who pieced absolutely nothing together when it came to the notion that curious women were more likely to leave when they had nothing to be curious about anymore, and had resorted to glaring. It was his favorite reaction to most things, and it hardly ever worked.

“I’m from Sweden, we met when Geralt did a semester abroad,” you chuckled.

“That’s really cool! I want to hear all about that when your boyfriend isn’t busy death-staring me out of his room.” Geralt didn’t look amused when she said it, but that didn’t matter, because you found it funny enough for the both of you. You liked this girl, and the fact that she was with Mike made you curious. He didn’t necessarily have a great track record when it came to steady relationships. From what you’d heard - and seen, but only briefly - he was a bit too all over the place for something long term. The kind of guy who was easily bored of something - or at least far too easily distracted. It made you wonder how these two were holding up, and very glad to finally have enough time to find out.

“Why are you here?” Geralt growled. For some reason, he seemed to want Danielle gone sooner rather than later. Or he was of the impression that you were the one who wanted her to leave…

“So impolite, Geralt!” She pretended to be shocked, which was oddly comical.

“Danielle!” Oh, he definitely wanted her out…

“Lighten up, would you?” No, he wouldn’t. “Mike mentioned you were all going to see the orchestra on Friday, asked if I wanted to tag along, told me I should talk to you about tickets? So count me in, okay?”

“Noted,” he said curtly.

“Nice to meet you, Solveig,” Danielle said as she took a step back to reach for the door, “if you ever get tired of him, I’m down the hall!”

“Bye, Danielle,” Geralt sighed as he practically chased her out of the room.

“Call me Dani, please,” she said before stepping back into the hallway. Geralt agreed before he shut the door.

“Geralt?” You looked at him like he had gone crazy and made a mental note to apologize to Danielle when you saw her again. “That was rude, even for you.”

“The last time I didn’t get rid of a roommate fast enough you got angry.” You were pretty sure he was faking his innocence to annoy you, but on the off chance he wasn’t…

“That’s because I was naked and it was a noise complaint, Geralt.” The memory of a mildly agitated Marshall who had shown up at the door to ask you to keep it down was definitely not your fondest. Especially not because Geralt had spent just a little too much time making conversation while you were still naked in his bed, dying of embarrassment.

“Hmm, that does sound like it would make a difference.” He struggled to keep the corners of his mouth from curling up. Geralt found that story a lot funnier than you did.

You paid him no mind and picked up your book while he dealt with the concert-business. When he was done he joined you on his bed, sitting cross-legged near your feet, tenderly rubbing your legs. It felt nice. “Does it bother you,” he suddenly said, “that I don’t talk about you much?”

“Geralt, you hate talking to people about your day, I hardly expect you to talk to them about mine,” you laughed, “besides, what would you tell them?”

“It’s not just that.” He shook his head while he spoke. “If I talk about you often, I miss you more.”

His words left you stupefied - your discussions of your feelings when you were away from each other rarely went further than the actual ‘I miss you’ over the phone. Hearing him say it like this gave you butterflies, but there was one other thing…

“Now it does bother me,” you said with a mischievous laugh. Geralt raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re telling me we missed out on a lot of fantastic phone sex because you didn’t want to miss me?” He laughed, knowing you were right. Your phone calls did get better when he really missed you. Before you realized he had even moved, you felt him next to you, nestling into your side. His hand rested on your stomach, underneath your sweater, as he liked to feel your skin.

“I’ll miss those calls,” he sighed as he squeezed you lightly. “What’s the point if you live close enough for me to just come over?”

He tickled you, which caused you to throw your book across the room - it was one of his, so it didn’t bother you as much. Trying to fight him off was - as always - a fruitless effort: he had you pinned down on the bed in no time.

You looked into his eyes as his face hovered over yours. They were mesmerizing, giving you a look that you knew was for you and no one else. Warm, kind, soft and full of adoration. Comfortable and familiar. For the past three years he had been the harbor where you anchored your heart, each time you saw him, taking most of it with you again each time you left. But not this time. This time was different because you weren’t leaving, and it changed everything, including the man before you. He was no longer your haven, he was your home.

Lips brushed against yours in the softest kiss before withdrawing, and soon his eyes were all you could focus on again. You raised a hand to carefully stroke a thumb across his cheek, and he leaned into the touch with a faint smile.

“Hey,” you whispered before you realized it. You couldn’t help yourself: it was as if you saw him for the first time.

“Hi,” he answered, his smile growing wider before it disappeared when you slowly pulled him in for another kiss. It was slow and tender, and overflowing with love. Not passion, not lust, not the furious yearning for that sweet lovers’ embrace. Just love. Of course you did long for him, but that longing now lay still within you, like a frozen lake rather than a vicious riptide. You opened your mouth to allow him entrance, and you remained calm, as tongues patiently wandered. In him, you missed every bit of the ravenous desire he was normally overcome by. When he pulled away, he smiled as he had before, not plagued by lust burning in his eyes, or labored breathing, just that same smile.

“I love you,” he said. It was soft, but not a whisper; firm, but not harsh; and most of all: it was true. Of course you knew. He showed you in every imaginable way - often in his own peculiar ways, but still. And he’d said it before, though the moments were few and far between that he expressed it so directly, yet this time was different. Beneath the promise of love, there was also the promise of stability, permanence, eternity, even. And the feeling was mutual.

You stumbled into paradise when your lips touched again. The kiss was once again soft and slow, and it seemed to last forever. You had finally found peace, and the patience to allow you to take things wherever they may. Of course you eventually took it where you always did; naked in bed, moaning into the other’s ear as Geralt made you see stars with even the simplest of movements. Soon after your kiss ended, his lips began to wander, exploring your neck and shoulders. His fingers explored the skin underneath your sweater, gently caressing every inch of you as if he’d never touched you before. And in a way it was true. He had never touched you like this, calmly and without hurry, and so extremely careful to steer clear of your bruises. Your sweater inched towards your chest, which eventually prompted you to take it off.

“I don’t think I’ve ever taken this much time to undress you,” Geralt said. He was probably right. Even your first night together had been more hurried than this.

“There was that time during spring break last year,” you remembered. Geralt laughed.

“I don’t remember undressing you at all, that night, love.” He was right about that, too: You hadn’t been wearing more than a lace bodysuit when you invited him into your apartment that night, and he hadn’t bothered to get you out of that. The warmth of his hand on your skin made you hum with contentment.

“We’ve really never taken it slow, have we?” you asked. The longer you thought about it, the more it surprised you. Three years, and not once?

“Not once,” Geralt said as if he could read your mind, “we never had time.”

“Never had the time,” you wondered, “or never took the time?”

“Perhaps a bit of both,” Geralt chuckled as he softly kissed your collarbone, “will you let me make up for it?” Now, that didn’t sound too bad.

“I’ll help you make up for it,” you replied. Geralt grinned at you.

He turned his attention to your neck, mapping it more thoroughly than he ever had before. It was still sensitive from two nights ago, but he went about it carefully. Before long, you were moaning in his ear and squirming beneath his touch. His hands explored your chest, before eventually, his mouth ventured there, too. That freed up his hand to slip into your - technically his - sweatpants. He didn’t seem the least bit surprised by the wetness he found between your legs. Of course he wasn’t; he could probably smell your arousal. You chuckled at the memory of the first time you learned of his extraordinary senses.

“What’s wrong, love?” Geralt asked, raising his hand back up to lay on your hip.

“Nothing, just remembered something,” you said, “about the day you told me about your… perceptive abilities.” His laugh filled the room, and was without a doubt louder than he had intended. It had taken him two weeks to convince you that he didn’t think you smelled bad. After those two weeks, it became a full time job to effectively ignore what he was capable of - save the occasional curious question. You’d never asked him the question that was on your lips right now, despite having thought about it countless times.

“What’s this like for you?”

“Three years and your curiosity finally got the better of you, huh?” He grinned. You could have known he’d guessed long ago that you were curious about it, even if you never asked.

“I mean… I know I’ve asked before what you sense at any given time, but…”

“You mean, when we’re together?”

“Having sex, specifically,” you buried your head against his chest when you said it, somehow too embarrassed by your curiosity to look at him. He hummed softly as he contemplated his answer.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” he started, “feel your pulse. I can tell when it speeds up, I don’t have to explain to you why that’s very helpful.” You chuckled softly; that definitely sounded like it could be useful at times.

“And there’s the smell. It’s intoxicating…” He mumbled the words into your hair. Intoxicating… You liked the sound of that.

“And then all the sensations you also feel. Warmth, sweat, breathing, movement, all of that.”

“It sounds intense,” you said, unsure whether that meant better or worse.

“Isn’t that the point?” Geralt laughed. Of course he was right; it was intense for you, too, after all. And he was used to all those sensations… “That being said, I tend to focus on whatever sensation I need, and more or less tune the rest out…”

“What happens if you don’t?” you asked. He looked at you inquisitively.

“You mean if I give in to all of it?” He thought about it for a moment. “I have no idea, let’s find out.” That definitely wasn’t something you were inclined to say ‘no’ to. In the back of your mind, a voice reminded you that there was a chance it would turn him absolutely feral, but you pushed the thought away. It wasn’t as if you had places to be tomorrow, or the day after that…

Geralt’s hand slipped back beneath the waistband of your sweatpants. You gasped when his fingers passed your clit. Moans escaped him as he took his time exploring your wet heat. The sounds turned into growls when he slipped the first finger inside, and not long after it the second.

“I love how fucking wet you get for me.” His voice was hoarse and rife with arousal. He knew exactly how to curl his fingers to hit the right spot inside of you. Soon, you were squirming and whining in his arms. You had hoped that your request for him to give in to his senses would have prompted him to pick up the pace, but unfortunately for you, he didn’t. He still seemed hellbent on going slow; teasing you by slowing his movements at exactly the right times, clearly relying on his skills as a heart-monitor.

“I’ve decided that I consider what you do cheating, Geralt,” you gasped after he skillfully denied you your fourth orgasm. He chuckled in reply.

“Forgive me, my love,” he said as he kissed a trail up your neck to your ear, “if I don’t take that too seriously, coming from the woman who sucked me dry in under three minutes yesterday.” The playful nip at your earlobe almost sent you into a fit, but you heard his words a little too clearly. Three minutes. That was pretty impressive, especially considering you didn’t have super senses. It was also just the so-manieth example of the constant rush the two of you had been in until now. Geralt fingering you into oblivion didn’t make it easy to think straight, but you somehow managed. Whether the conclusion of your pondering was something that desperately needed to be shared now was utterly debatable - a discussion leaning heavily towards the side of ‘definitely not’ - but you did it anyway. Because, well, he asked!

“What are you thinking?”

“Why do we never make love?” Your question seemed to surprise him, judging from the hum/growl he let out. “We always go at it like either animals or enemies. Either way it’s practically a fight.” Geralt considered your words for a moment. From his face, you could tell he slowly came to the same conclusions you had.

“The way I see it,” he started his response, “we can blame the lack of time, or strong personalities.”

“I’m so glad you’re joking about this! Here I was, scared we might end up having an actual serious conversation about something important!” You elbowed him in the ribs - which unequivocally hurt your elbow more than it did his ribs.

“I wish to change my answer. It’s definitely the last thing, because your sarcastic attitude makes me want to knock you down a peg.” His voice was gruff and his fingers pressed into your walls in an almost punishing way. You raised an eyebrow at him. It was the only thing you could do to prevent yourself from thanking him for proving your point, which would no doubt set him on edge more. He understood what you were trying to say perfectly, though, judging from the laughter that followed your gesture. Then, you also started laughing, and all attempts at ‘adult activity’ were halted until further notice.

“Sol, why do you all of a sudden want to have normal sex?” Geralt asked. “It sounds quite boring, to be honest.”

“We can’t always have spectacular sex, Geralt.” You glared at him as you struggled to find the right words to use to string together a clear explanation.

“We have been doing exactly that for three years,” he said as he shrugged. You shook your head - clearly, he wasn’t getting this.

“We were always making up for something. Time spent apart. Time we were about to spend apart. What if…” Your voice hitched as a sudden wave of anxiety wrapped its long, icy fingers around your throat. When you spoke again, it was barely more than a whisper. “What if we run out of things to make up for?” Your eyes begged him for a serious answer, because in all fairness, you were scared to death that you were about to find out your relationship didn’t work at all. He picked up on your distress even though you didn’t say anything - of course he did. His hand cupped your face - and you leaned into the touch.

“If you want to take it slow for a change, I’m on board with that,” Geralt said softly, “but if you don’t stop talking like that I’m going to interpret ‘take it slow’ in the worst possible way for you. I love you.” And that was all that mattered to him. You wanted to protest, which didn’t escape his attention.

“I will gag you if need be, Sol.” By means of a warning, he shut you up with a kiss.

As his tongue slipped past your lips and explored your mouth, his hand made its way down your stomach - again. This time, Geralt’s determination was obvious, despite his commitment to his promise to take it slow. He rubbed tight circles around your clit - his movements were determined and the rhythm steady - and he had you moaning loudly into his mouth in no time. As you inched closer and closer to your climax, you noticed how Geralt’s breathing changed along with your own. His lips never left yours, and his kiss changed, too, as his breath evolved from controlled to labored and frantic over the course of minutes.

“Come for me,” he growled into your mouth, “I want to hear you.” In all honesty - and being dishonest about it would be fairly pointless, because anyone would know you for the liar you’d be - he didn’t have to ask you twice. Just after he replaced the fingers on your clit with his thumb, and slipped two fingers into you with ease, he pulled you apart. Your cries were muffled by his mouth, which was still on yours - now crushing more than anything else. It was probably for the better, because the slew of profanities you uttered weren’t suitable for… well, for anyone, quite frankly. Geralt didn’t stop when you came, instead he unraveled you with care, guiding you down from your high gently. The volume of his moans and growls rivaled that of the sounds you made, and it was an incredible turn on for you, as always.

“I need you,” he growled, teeth digging into your bottom lip, “now, please.” The talking was new; Geralt would rarely utter more than the occasional expletive, unless he was trying to get a rise out of you. The begging… That was even more surprising: Geralt didn’t beg. You realized for the first time just how much of his senses he always ignored when you were together - and he was still holding back. As luck would have it, you needed the exact same thing.

“What are you waiting for?” As soon as you said it, Geralt’s lips pulled into a wide grin. Even now, you couldn’t help but tease him a little. To your surprise, he didn’t tease you back. Instead, he pulled his fingers out of you - which made you moan - and maneuvered himself between your legs. He didn’t tease, he didn’t wait; he just sank into you with ease. You absolutely relished his reaction. Put bluntly, it was as if it was the first time he ever got his dick wet. His breathing revealed that he was having more than a little trouble keeping himself in check.

“I’ll go slow, Sol, because you asked me to,” he growled into your ear, “but the next round is going to be on my terms.”

-> Part 15

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