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elvestoneanzelote1 · 7 months

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𝐀:𝐧- 𝐬𝗼 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝗺 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝗼 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝗼𝐭! 𝐇𝗼𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭/𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐧𝐢𝐜) 𝐱 𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

You were the elder sister of Osamu Dazai more (not really) you were more likely with him since he was young as you were 2-3 years older then him. You took care of him well.. More likely you work as pretty far even outside Japan, which lead to traveling too when need and let two people as caretaker look after him.

He knows he have a sister, he knows how you look like through the portrait of yours in the hallway of the small house.

After all the presents he get every birthday make it obvious. But his mind of joy was short lived as he never saw you.. Truly, He never saw you giving them the gift or even visit him.

The two caretaker mock him into implying that he is just a burden to you or sort.

The words hurts him more and more as he turn 14 as he finally attempted to kill himself.

As often it was you got the news making you to rush back to Japan.

Unfortunately, You were late.. He was taken by a doctor as the caretakers unfortunately found dead alarming you.

Your mind in frenzy and pain as you even lose your younger brother. Oh how you should have look after him yourself.

Yes you work at early of age more likely, due to your ability, been helpful though it was slightly illegal work but not murdering or sort.

...

Time went by in two years, as your search came to an end as you work in Japan on those due to time force to resign that work that make you stay outside of Japan traveling and more likely you earn a lot through there. Which also one of the reason why you are able to live in Yokohama for now.

"Oi Dazai! Get your lazy butt to move!" Shouted a voice as your body move to where the voice was to see a certain ginger hair boy with a brunette you are familiar of or so you think.

"Ma~ Chuuya There is no-" he paused as his brown eye flickered onto yours that seems to be staring at him.

It widens a bit as he approach you, as Chuuya the ginger hair boy look confused as he followed suit.

"My what a lovely lady, what brings you here? Am I too handsome for you not able to lay eyes off from me?" Asked Dazai as You shook your head.

"I apologize for staring it is just you.. Look familiar"

"Oh? Perhaps so.. May I know your name, Miss?"

You were abit hesitant as you took notice of their clothing well.. Specifically The brunette clothing as The ginger hair male look casual.

"Don't hesistate, Well let us first introduced first.. I'm Osamu Dazai" said the brunette as your eyes widen a bit making him slightly confused by your reaction as he narrowed his eyes when Chuuya introduced himself to you.

His eyes are deceiving him.. Right? You look exactly like.. No.. Why would his adopted sister be here either way.. Right?

"I'm.. Y/n l/n"

Dazai couldn't help but smirk and glance at Chuuya signaling him to leave leading Chuuya be reluctant yet, does so.

"So.. Y/n L/n.. More likely... Oneesan" said Dazai as his eyes darken at you.

Your eyes widen at the mention word.

"So.. Your-"

"Indeed.. (Chuckles) the one and only.. I didn't thought.. You will finally come back to Japan after.. All this years of.. Isolating me" the last line of his word make your spine chill as your mouth was dry, unable to speak out.

"I.."

"Your job was tough.. I know but you never visit me.. Like I never exist.." He walk in circle around your form as he stop and took a strand of your hair.

"You know.. It hurt me.. Knowing well even if I have an elder sister who.. Adopted me.. She never visited me, Even if it was Christmas nor new year."

You were quiet as it was true you never visited Japan for quiet some time.

"I.."

"But that's alright after all your here now, we can always find the happiness together now.. I heard from others.. That"

His face lean up closer to your face making you take a step back.

"You have been searching for me for about a year! I was so happy but.. You stopped why Did you gave up so easily? Was I not worth anything?"

"N-no it's nothing like that, i-"

"That's alright now, Neesan after all.. Now I found you and we can always be together do you have a house? Perhaps so"

"I.. Do but.. "

"Hmm? Are you trying to leave me again?"

"O-of course not.. I can always visit your work, Dazai" you said as you smile a bit nervously.

He tilted his head a bit.

"Right you will be.. But can't I stay with you, Y/n-oneesan?"

"Um... Sure.. Sure..?" You muttered as he beamed and hugged you firmly as you couldn't help but feel you make a grave mistake.

A mistake on meeting Dazai again.

Just hope that at least you can have your freedom.

A:n- that's all good day/night to you all.. hope you take care of yourself!!

#yandere x reader #yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #yandere osamu dazai #yandere Osamu #Platonic #Y/n x Dazai #yandere dazai x fem reader #yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #Elder sister #dazai x fem reader

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lllivia · 1 year

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I adore you Enid Sinclair.

Enid Sinclair x fem!reader

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°★.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

You were on your way to study in Enid's dorm one Saturday morning a little bit too early out, because you hated the possibility of being late anywhere.

You were about to knock on her door before you heard your name being mentioned from inside.

"Of course she doesn't like me Wednesday! I mean, have you seen her?? Y/N is like the prettiest girl in school she could quite literally pick anyone she wanted! Also I'm pretty sure she sees me as just a friend, I've been giving her signals all of term, like when I've shared my favorite bubblegum with her and took my time brushing my hand against hers, or when I've held her hand and snuggled up to her while watching a horror movie, or like when she said my favorite teddy that I've had since I was five years old was cute so I gave it to her for her birthday! What more can I possibly do?" You heard Enid's muffled voice coming from the room, she sounded frustrated.

"This is sickening to look at Enid, your fawning and giggling at everything she does is making me nauseous and not in a good way. Just tell her that you have feelings for her and get over it" Wednesday said in her monotone voice, tho she sounded the slightest bit annoyed. You leaned in closer to the door and heard some tapping. "Even Thing agrees that you have to act on your feelings" you heard Enid groan frustrated and heard her most likely fall back onto her bed.

You were honestly really shocked, you had liked her since your first year at Nevermore Academy but never had the courage to say anything. How could someone not like her and her bubbly and sociable personality. She was the prettiest girl you had ever laid eyes on, her multicolored hair, her painted nails, her smile, the cherry vanilla chapstick you always wandered what tasted like on her lips, and her blue eyes that never failed to make your bad mood change.

So, you decided to finally knock on the door seeing that it was actually time for you to study now. You heard some shuffling before Enid yelled "Come in!"

As soon as you went in Wednesday walked passed you out the door, with Thing sitting on her shoulder. Enid squealed and ran up to give you a hug "Hi Y/N! I missed you so much" "we facetimed for five hours last night Enid" you chuckled loving how warm her arms were around you. "Still! So the project, what should we present about" she said smiling brightly at you. "I'm not sure yet, actually I was thinking maybe you could paint my nails first?" You said wanting to spend as much time with her as possible before sitting down on the edge of her colorful plushy filled bed on her side of the room. "Of course, what colors do you want" she said pulling out all her nail polish from under her desk and putting her desk chair so she was facing you, blushing slightly as she found you already staring at her with a soft smile. "Hmmm OOO we should match!" You answered moving closer so she had better access to your hands. About five minutes in painting your nails where you both just sat in comfortable silence, which was pretty unusual for Enid, seeing that she always had someone to gossip about, you decided to speak up. "I heard what you were talking about to Wednesday earlier" You said blushing. Enid looked up from painting you pinky looking absolutely horrified. "WHAT, how much did you hear? Oh I'm so so sorry I totally understand if you don't want to friends anymore, or even speak to me, I shouldn't have caught feelings for you, you probably don't even like girls, I just couldn't help myself- " Enid's distraught rant came to an end when she saw how close you had moved. You layed your hand on the back of her neck and looked down at her lips and then up at her eyes again and all Enid could do was nod slightly, her whole face a bright pink color, and she looked like she was going to explode of happiness. You leaned in, and finally your lips touched in a passionate and loving kiss. After a few seconds you pulled away slightly out of breath and leaned your forehead against hers. Enid still smiling like she couldn't believe what just happened.

"I adore you Enid Sinclair."

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tsareviich · 1 year

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It all still felt so surreal. A year ago he was hardly making it around the room on his crutches without his head spinning from his concussion. He’d felt a sense of guilt that he couldn’t give Vasily as great of a birthday as he deserved. And the evil loud voice in his head battling his concussion told him it would be his only chance. There was no way they were going to make it a year. The fear in his gut told him they’d not even make it through the summer. Just another casualty of wanting a carefree summer without string attached.

Yet they were still together. Despite every single odd in the world. And every single person who was betting against them.

With blurry eyes, eugene rubbed the sleep away. The body curled around him still sound asleep as tanned fingers move to cup Vasily’s jaw and give his head a gentle shake to wake up. The familiar ravkan curses only cause eugene to chuckle. ❝ oh stop. I even let you sleep in. we can’t celebrate your birthday if you spend the entire day asleep, my love. ❞ eugene’s laughter only grows as vasily’s hand pushes his face away with more grumbles. his lips move to kiss along the redness still surrounding vasily’s wrists brought on by the first part of his birthday present. the straps still laying on the bed where they left them. ❝ you should let me look at your wrists and ankles once we’re up, ❞ eugene mutters against vasily’s skin as he continues to plant butterfly soft kisses against his skin, an edge of seriousness and concern creeping into his voice.

❝ but first, I got you a more pg birthday present as well, ❞ he teases as he moves to detangle himself from the bed. almost certain vasily’s arms were tightening around him instead of loosening. once he managed to free himself he quickly made way to his underwear drawer to pull out a small jewelry box. a small pendant store inside with coordinate clearly marked. eugene made his way back to the bed, grinning as his boyfriend finally made an effort to truly wake up. he was tempted to flop outright onto the other, but reigned in his excitement and sat next to his boyfriend on the bed. he poked vasily’s cheek with a corner of the box. ❝ happy birthday, vasya ❞ he pauses to allow vasily to open up the box. his own cheeks starting to turn warm as he watches vasily read the numbers. ❝ it’s the coordinates to my old dorm. since that’s where it all started that Sunday night. Plus where I realized how madly in love with you I was after that paint night. And the place where we got our second chance. ❞

sometimes he really hated having a morning person as a boyfriend. it wasn't fair. why couldn't he have something that also liked to sleep in. and it was his birthday, no less! he should be allowed to sleep until, at least, noon. he curses him under his breath, not caring that eugene can understand. good. he can know how annoyed he is! " why not? it's my birthday. i should be able to do whatever i want. and waking up is not part of that. " he does smile when he feels the kisses along his wrists. they ache slightly but nothing that's unwanted or that was too much. it was just right. a perfect birthday gift from the perfect person. the only person he's ever told about that peculiar kink. the only person that will ever know. " i'm fine. they're just a little sore. nothing that won't be fine in a few days. it's not like we haven't done this before. " or will never do again. " you worry too much. "

then eugene was moving? why was he moving? on his birthday, no less? wakes him up early and then stops the cuddling? he was going to complain to somebody. he tries to get him to stay, not leave the nice warm bed. but then he leaves him. alone. on his birthday. vasily mutters some more curses under his breath, finally deciding to try his best to sit up. " but i liked the r rated gift. i could do with a repeat of that. " he lets out a squeak when eugene pokes him with a box? ( on his birthday! ) he takes it with a small smile, the diminutive making his tummy do flips, as it usually does when eugene uses it. " thank you, my love. " he opens the box and... is confused at first. are these... coordinates? are they going somewhere? he looks at him as eugene explains, the confusion turning into a softer expression. he didn't think he could speak without crying so he just kisses him instead. he leans his forehead against his, holding the box to his chest. " i love it. i love you. " at this point, vasily realizes he's crying. and he can't being himself to care. he kisses him softly, smiling against his lips. " i still wish we ran off and got married. "

a very belated birthday gift! || @w4ntd

#w4ntd #♕ ┊ v. opposites attract ┊ ❛ a rat and his prince ❜#anyway do you ever just cry over them #bc i do #will vasily now be wearing this pendant always and forever? yes

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jessefandomunited · 5 months

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Crush update

I've been a bit few and far between with my updates simply because I don't want to overwhelm my thoughts with him because it dosent seem healthy but this in particular was just a nice story it's long and rambly do heads up on that

I'm a gift giver , while I love getting things too I also love the same if not more giving them for this reason.

My crush has been having a really shitty year , and it was honestly probably the reason we didn't start dating yet, I say yet because I'm still hopeful but I'm not jealous or like mad at the thought of him dating someone else, I'm just manifesting okay lol. Anyways that's besides the point. His birthday was pretty soon after we first met, we're both cancers . And I had this idea for his birthday I ended up waiting to get because it seemed like a bit much for just meeting him. I got him a few movies and some candy instead. But this idea was too good and I ended up throwing caution to the wind and getting it for my Christmas party ,because at this party I got everyone else a present too around the same price range so I thought it was fair.

What was it? He told me pretty early into our friendship his favorite movie, he's also a pretty pretentious guy in terms of taste but doesn't act like the typical film bro guy ( trust me if he did I would have not talked to him anymore lol). But because of this I KNEW this bitch had a vinyl player ,he just had to. So I went on eBay, looked up the movie he liked and instantly found the soundtrack on vinyl. If anything he could just mount it on his wall. But as I said it was liek 40-50 bucks so while a bit much for new friend one that's a bit more connected, that was enough for me.

I was just hoping I'd be able to give it to him at the party because if I had to find another time to do it one on one I didn't think I'd be able to do it. He came , luckily.

I gave it to him a bit prematurely while he was putting his stuff down and had to grab it again for him to open. He was in my kitchen and opened it so it was me, my roomate and him apart from the rest of the people.

it had a protective box which eBay sent it in before the actual vinyl which I kept it in to protect it , but it made me even more antsy while I waited for him to realize what it was. When it clicked he was like floored idk even how to describe it but his eyes widened , his mouth dropped open ever so slightly and he quickly looked over at me and said " let me hug you oh my gosh! How did you find this!?"

It was honestly so great. And yes I may be more sentimental because my period is coming up but even now I can so perfectly see that scene play over and over again in my head. It feelt almost like a little box popped up saying that this was an important decision to make.

I know what you guys or one of you are wondering " well what did he get you???" This is the thing I love getting presents but I will not hold someone I don't know well to the same standards as my other friends, I don't even hold my friends to that standard anymore because I don't want to give things just to get stuff back. Thats a lesson I had taught myself this year , and it's one I will continue to carry because I should do things because I want to and out of love for others not for selfish reasons. I'm also valid though if I've expressed how much presents mean to me and they continually forget. I've never told my crush any of this and he's not my partner at this time so he has no obligation to do anything.

Now, if I told him I got him something, he would have gotten me something too. 100% facts , that is just how he is. But knowing he's been overwhelmed as it is I wanted to make things as easy and painless as possible for him so I didn't tell him. My roommate did get him present for the white elephant which was a book that , yes I will be taking from her and read lol.

Over all though I'm just so incredibly happy I was able to make a happy memory for him in the midst of everything that's going on for him. He really is the sweetest guy and I just want him to find all the happiness in the world.

#nonfictional crush saga

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adult-kinda · 3 years

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❤️𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆❤️

October 15, one of the most important days of the year. Some may disagree and count it as a normal day, but it was nothing ordinary for you. It was Lee Heeseung's birthday and you always had big plans. After two years of being together and many years of friendship Heeseung knew you were always up to something on his birthday.

The big question is what was it this year? Even his closest friends didn't know. Heeseung had made countless guesses and he was wrong each time. It only got worse on his actual birthday.

"Baby please! Just tell me what it is!" He complained.

You shook your head and continued scrolling through Heeseung's phone as yours was dead.

"Baby!" He whined.

You sighed being slightly annoyed. "Handsome listen, a surprise means you can't know what it is! You can ask all you want but you're not getting an answer. Now be ready by six." You said casually.

Heeseung nodded but then looked at you with hope. "Six? We're going somewhere! What are we doing?"

You proceeded to ignore the guy and leave to the bathroom.

"Can I at least get my phone back?"

The second you looked up you were in awe. Heeseung's all black ensemble was complimented by red details in the shirt. It was what you got him last year but he was obsessed.

"Baby you look stunning!" He said with a smile.

You appreciated the comment but still couldn't take your eyes off if him though. His black jeans with the Jordan ones was an amazing choice. Red and black was definitely his color, but there was still something missing.

"Baby? Could you quit undressing me with your eyes please?" He asked while fixing his cuff.

You snapped out of everything and smiled. "Am I not allowed to find my boyfriend absolutely handsome and attractive beyond belief? Because damn you are so hot!"

Heeseung chuckled and grasped your waist. "Thank you baby. Now are we ready to go wherever you have planned?"

You nodded. "Yeah but there's one more thing. Stay here!"

You quickly went to your bedroom and grabbed the hidden box. You came back into the room and gave him the box.

"Early birthday present for my boy!" You said.

Heeseung smiled and opened the box. He found a gold chain that was simple, and next to it was a ring with your initials.

"Princess!" He whispered. He was so in awe that you would willing do this for him.

"I did it while you were at practice. Do you like it? It's returnable I'm sure! Here just out it back in and-"

"Princess this is the best thing anyone's ever done for me."

You both made eye contact before Heeseung leaned down to kiss you. He poured so much love into it. Once he pulled away the butterflies were undeniable.

"I don't want us to be late so put it on and we can go!" You urged.

Heeseung put the accessories on and looked in the mirror behind him. He made some quick adjustments and walked out the house with you.

"Keys?" He asked.

"In my purse."

With that you two were off.

"You did what?"

You chuckled at Heeseung's reaction. "I got in touch with Jay's dad and rented out part of the hotel and a suite for the two of us."

Heeseung shook his head. "Unbelievable! How are we supposed to stay the night with clothes?"

You sighed. "Handsome, you underestimate me. I have things in the trunk so no need to worry about anything!"

Heeseung nodded and unbuckled his seatbelt. You both exited the car and had the vallet park. You lead Heeseung in the ballroom where he found all his friends and family. Your own friends and family also showed up, your mom insisting that she "be there for her son-in-law's birthday".

"Surprise!" Everyone shouted.

You laughed at Heeseung's reaction. He was shocked to say the least. Idol life wasn't easy so seeing his family became a privilege. Seeing all these people he loves made him a bit emotional. He looked at you and gave you the biggest hug. Everyone made sounds of happiness at the display of affection.

"Handsome you have to say something!" You reminded.

Heeseung chuckled and nodded.

"Wow! Uh thank you everyone! Oh my word I haven't seen a lot of you since last year! I- sorry." He took a second to compose himself before speaking again. "I quickly want to thank my parents, especially my mom for giving birth to me. I love you guys so much, you too bro!"

Everyone laughed at the brotherly love.

"Um next I need to thank my brothers in Enhypen. You guys are something else. Working with you is great, being your hyung is the best thing I could ask for." He said looking at the seven boys who were messing around a bit.

"Thank you to all of you for being here, the fact that you even considered me is amazing! And I have to give a final thank you to my princess."

Once again everyone awed at his affection.

"You make every single birthday special, even when I couldn't physically be there. I can never thank you enough for this. I love you so much, forever and always."

Everyone clapped and you took the liberty to speak next.

"Now everyone party! Enjoy the food and cake, yeah?" You cheered.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Heeseung was happier than ever and that made it all worth it. His parents came to you and thanked you graciously.

"You've managed to surprise us all sweetie! Thank you for loving our son, we love you for it!" His mother said.

Heeseung's father agreed. "My boy is far from easy so for you to treat him so wonderful is amazing!" He joked.

You laughed and thanked the pair. "It all comes from you! You've brought him into this world and raised him well."

Heeseung came up behind and hugged your waist.

"I love seeing you with my parents." He commented.

His mom smiled knowingly and waltzed off with her husband.

"Do you now?" You teased.

Heeseung spun you around and smiled. "Seeing my favorite people getting along is amazing! Plus there's a lot of people who hate their in-laws so can you blame me?"

You nodded. "Fair point. I remember how nervous you were to tell them we were dating!"

He groaned at the memory.

"Happy birthday you beautiful loser!" His brother greeted.

Heeseung let you go to give him a quick hug.

"Thanks dumbass!" He said with a laugh.

You smiled and the exchange and hugged his brother briefly.

"You know I'm surprised you stayed with this idiot! And you have the heart to plan his birthday party? She's a keeper Seungie!" He teased.

You chuckled. "If I don't who will? Plus I'm expecting something bigger for my birthday!"

Heeseung scoffed. "Oh you'll get something bigger."

You rolled your eyes at his comment. His brother, on the other hand, sought opportunity.

"I hope so, shrimp!"

"You know what fuck you!"

"Get in line with the other ladies!"

"Okay!" You butted in. "No more teasing, yeah? Brothers I swear! You guys have weird ways of showing affection."

Heeseung chuckled. "Remember, we'd kill each other and for each other."

The remainder of the night you guys spent somewhat separately. You danced with countless people, had so much cake and sweets, and overall a ton of fun. What you didn't see is how Heeseung would look at you while dancing. You tried to keep the playlist somewhat appropriate for the sake of a few younger cousins and friends, but there were occasional songs that sparked something within you. Your silk dress wasn't helping either. Heeseung could practically see your naked body. The dress itself was pretty simple and modest, but it was the way you wore it.

By the time 9 p.m. rolled around most people were making moves to leave. Heeseung took this as an opportunity to get your attention.

"My baby looks gorgeous tonight." He said in your ear.

You smiled and leaned into his broad chest. "Thank you handsome! I hope you've enjoyed the day so far?"

Heeseung kissed your head as an answer. "It's been amazing, princess. You honestly outdid yourself."

You smiled and lifted your head. "Well I hope you're not too tired, I have one more present to end the night."

Heeseung raised his eyebrows. "Really then?"

You hummed. "Let's wrap this up so I can get it to you."

He nodded and you both quickly thanked the remaining guests. When you both got in the elevator Heeseung admired you intently.

"There's really nothing that I don't love about you." He muttered in awe.

You were just standing there, yet he found you intriguing and attractive.

"Well I can say the same thing about you, my prince."

You both got off the lift and headed to the room at the end of the hall. You entered in and smiled at the setting. Everything was just as you requested. There were candles ready to be lit, dimmed lighting, satin sheets, the whole nine.

"Princess how the hell did you put this together?" Heeseung asked in awe.

You smiled and turned around.

"I called in some favors. Now I need you to light the candles and sit in that armchair, okay?"

Heeseung raised a brow. What could you possibly be up to?

"Don't worry! I promise you'll love it."

The boy followed through as s you went into the ensuite. You quickly changed and touched up your appearance. A touch of highlight, red lip tint, and you were mainly done. Before leaving you connected your phone to the surround sound system. It took you about ten minutes before you walked out.

Heeseung was scrolling through his phone when you came out. As he heard your light footsteps he set his phone down and was instantly hypnotized.

Your body was decorated in red lacey lingerie. The gold detailing was subtle but there. What caught Heeseung's eye was the ring and anklet. The ring was the same as his but the anklet was a chain with a plate. It clearly read "Lee Heeseung's" on it.

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒆

"You look- fuck. Stunning? Gorg-shit I can't speak!" He mumbled while chuckling clearly flustered.

You smiled and grabbed your phone.

"I want you to sit back and relax, birthday boy."

'𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖

A sex playlist sounded throughout the suite. Heeseung was memorized by your sensual aura. You climbed on his lap and grinded down on him.

Heeseung was clearly worked up by your actions. A lap dance was the last thing he was expecting on his birthday, but he wasn't going to decline. Not when your hips moved so perfectly. He tried to be a good sport and keep his hands to himself, but they quickly found refuge on your waist.

𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐

His hands started to reflect his lack of patience as he tugged your hair tie down. His left hand pulled at the waistband of your panties. Heeseung looked up at you for permission.

"I know you're not done, but can I please get these off?" He asked desperately.

You nodded and helped him remove the lace.

'𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Heeseung smirked when he noticed how aroused you were. "Princess you're so incredibly wet for me. Is this my present?"

You nodded. "All for you my prince."

He took you by the chin and kissed you hard. His lips were sweet and soft. Heeseung never failed to put so much love into his kisses, this one was no different.

"You're so addictive." He muttered.

You kissed him once more and but his lip slightly which Heeseung seemed to like.

"You can do whatever you please tonight." You said.

Heeseung smirked and nodded. "Whatever I please, huh?"

You nodded in confirmation. The boy bit his lip and nodded towards the bed.

"Lay down for me."

𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

You played down against the headboard and watched as Heeseung stood up and began to undress. He started undoing the cuffs on his shirt and you had to bring your legs together. Even the simplest tasks he made attractive.

"It doesn't take much, does it?" He asked noticing your reaction.

He continued to undress before getting on the bed in between your thighs.

"I want my birthday treat." He said before going down on your folds. He licked his way to your clit and your sounds were constant.

𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

"Fuck babe! It's so good- so so good!" You cried.

Heeseung chuckled and grabbed your legs. "I want that pretty little anklet dangling from my shoulders. Damn right your mine, little girl."

With that he repositioned your legs and inserted his ring clad and middle fingers inside your pussy. The cold metal accompanied by his warm digits was a new sensation. To say you enjoyed it was an understatement.

"You're so good!" You cried out.

Heeseung let go of your clit momentarily to work on fingering you.

"Am I now? You taste so good for me."

He got back to focusing on pleasuring you. His lips enclosed around your clit and his tongue prodded at your entrance.

"Fuck Heeseung!" You cried.

His finger hit a particular spot that had you moaning louder than before. Heeseung took note of this and continued to hit that spot.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" You screamed.

Heeseung hit your g-spot harder and abused your clit.

"Cum for me, pretty girl. Let me get that birthday treat. Give me that sweet cream for my birthday."

His words edged you forward until you were seeing white. Your back arched off the bed and your hands gripped and tugged on Heeseung's hair.

When you had come down for your high Heeseung was lapping at your cum.

"Heeseung I'm sensitive!" You warned.

He looked up at you with a raised brow. "Fuck a cake, you're so much better. I get to do as I please for the night so be good and get on your knees, little girl."

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

You gladly obeyed and watched Heeseung get to the front of the bed. You kneeled down in front of him and removed his belt and pants.

"I want you to take me like a good girl, m'kay?" He requested.

You nodded and gave his dick a few kitten licks.

"No teasing."

Without warning you took him down your throat. Heeseung's eyes were trained on you as his mouth was agape.

"You take me so well!" He praised.

You pulled away momentarily to make a comment. "I want to make the birthday boy cum in my mouth."

Heeseung chuckled lightly and moved your hair out of your face. "Is that so?"

You took his cock down again and he groaned. Your tongue danced along his shaft and in his slit. The sensitive nerves were stimulated and Heeseung was on cloud nine.

"Fuck! This mouth is so- ah shit!" He moaned.

You couldn't take him completely in your mouth so your hand took care of everything else.

Heeseung got impatient and began thrusting into your mouth. His shaft slid slightly down your throat as he fucked your mouth. His hand held your head where he wanted it. When he looked down he practically lost it.

You had stray tears on your cheeks and drool everywhere. It was messy and he was obsessed. The sight brought him dangerously close to the edge.

"Fuck I'm close!" He moaned.

His hips thrusted faster into your wet cavern. Your view was magnificent to say the least. His eyes peered down at you through hooded lids. His nostrils were flared and his breathing was coming out with his groans.

"You take me so well, pretty girl." He muttered.

You moaned around his cock just enough for him to still his hips and cum. His release shot into your mouth but you didn't swallow.

"Fuck yes!" He said in between breathy moans.

𝑺𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

Heeseung finally came down from the high and looked down at you. "Come here."

You stood up and he pulled you in for a kiss, tasting his release in the process. It was messy but that's what he wanted. And if that's what he wanted that's what he would get.

"Fuck princess, you're so amazing." He mumbled.

You smiled and gave him one more kiss.

"You're the amazing one! Now should we continue or call it quits for the night?"

Heeseung glanced at the clock before responding. "Let's keep going. Don't you want to see my chain dangling in front of your face as I rock your body?"

You bit your lip and nodded. "You're such a fucking turn on."

Heeseung chuckled and grabbed you by the waist. "Well when you're girl is fucking gorgeous on your birthday, you gotta go all out with the sex."

He pulled you in for a kiss and would fuck you to the rhythm of Wild Side by Normani (version without Cardi). It was his birthday, but the prince still wanted to remind you that you were his princess.

#SoundCloud #lee heeseung smut #enhypen smut #enhypen hyung line #enhypen hard hours #enhypen heeseung #jake #jay #niki #Sunghoon #sunoo #Jungwon #smut #enhypen

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kreidewaltz · 3 years

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more than enough | k.t.

pairing. kageyama tobio x f!reader

about. he's beating himself up because he didn't have the time to prepare. but his worries disappeared when you offered him a smile and said it's alright.

word count. 1.4k

genre & warnings. fluff. slight comfort. established relationship. timeskip. soft kageyama.

author's note. this is for @marviesss! happy birthday again bub ( ꈍᴗꈍ) ik we don’t always talk but i love it when we do :( sorry for the three day delay sobs i wanted it to make it perfect </3 also thanks to eva for beta-ing this kisses you !! pats myself on the back for posting another fic <3

"god, finally." kageyama sighs after as he cocks his head to the side. he opens his suffocating collar button. he fixes his dark blue long sleeve and rolls the sleeves while he admires his work on the dining table. he leans back on the counter and anxiously rub shapes on his legs, checking if the presentation is up to his standards. (you argue he sets himself up for failure and it was definitely a wrong move).

guilt forms in his chest, failing to cook your favorite food. before he could explode with frustration and throw things around the kitchen, which he knew you wouldn't appreciate, he called and ordered your favorite food. snapping out of his thoughts, he notices the baby pink envelope on the table so he slips it under your plate.

the heat he feels on his cheeks makes him curse under his breath. you messaged him twenty minutes ago that you're off work and can't wait to celebrate with him, your king as you quote so many damn times that the nickname is growing on him, for a different reason.

how are you so understanding? he thinks earlier when you just woke up, he brought you into his embrace and whispered happy birthday, love. both of you had indulged in the early mornings full of sweet murmurs in your ear, his hands gently running across your waist and giving you kisses on the forehead.

deep inside him, he wanted to skip practice, take the day off and face the consequences later. he wants to spend your birthday together and make it so memorable but reality said otherwise.

we're adults. kageyama sighs in distress after realizing that the teenage years, where you can have fun with your friends and be carefree, are over. he didn't realize he was drowning in his own thoughts, the loud knocks on his door making him tense, almost hitting his head on the top cabinet.

"tobio! the door is locked!" your sweet voice shouts from the other side and he hastily unlocks the door. he pulls you in his arms when he sees the lopsided smile on your face and whispers another happy birthday while burying his nose in your hair. he grabs your bag and puts it away, fidgeting with his fingers when you see the simple presentation. too simple, he comments in his head but he stops before his negative thoughts go for a drive.

"ah, happy birthday again- sorry i didn't prepare much, i hope you understand-" he rambles quickly while playing with his fingers behind his back. he fails to notice the genuine smile growing on your face. and if he were to cup your cheeks, he'd see the tears forming in your eyes, and you wipe them quickly before they fall. you walked in front of him before hugging him, locking your fingers and tightening your arms, feeling warm and lighthearted.

"babe, calm down. the fact you tried and did this… thank you." you say against his chest and you hope he hears you clearly. he runs his hand on your lower back while the other plays with your hair, partially relieved that you didn't demand for an extravagant celebration. he heard the sniffle you didn't mean to let out, and a chuckle leaves his lips. he didn't comment further and continued to draw shapes on your back, which melted you like a puddle.

"i ordered your favorite." he whispers after a few minutes of silence, you loudly peck both of his cheeks and giggle once you hear him murmuring idiot under his breath. you made yourself comfortable on the chair and started eating the food. you let out soft moans often because you haven't tasted this for a few months now, living off instant noodles even though the refrigerator is packed with all sorts of food.

"you're so sweet, writing me a letter." his eyes widened and he scrambled in his seat before standing up abruptly. he knocked his leg on the table leg in the process and you sent him a sympathetic look, but you waved the letter he wrote while squealing, your happiness leveling up if it was even possible.

"open it when i'm not around." he looks to the side and scratches the back of his neck. you nod too quickly before putting it on your bag, excited to spend time with your boyfriend.

"kags! tap it gently on your face." you scolded him while he still looks at you, brows furrowed cutely. after washing the pans and utensils stacked up in the sink for an hour (he got distracted by your dancing to your favorite song).

you're in the bathroom in your comfortable pajamas and you actually convinced your boyfriend to do your skincare routine together. although he has a different one with only a few steps, he'd like to try your products or spend time with you and always be near you but he can't say it out loud for now.

"alright." he leans to see his face in the mirror and attempts to copy you, tapping the cream on his face. after rubbing your face for a few minutes, you watch him in the reflection and see his lips slightly puckered while he taps his face. warmth blooms in your chest while watching him, your mind envisioning doing simple things together and making it memorable.

you squish his cheeks tightly to get his attention before you even out the cream on his face, and don't notice him smiling to himself because of your concentrated face—a pout on your soft lips, the deep furrow of your brows, and the occasional tsk when you do something wrong.

"all done baby!" you quickly clap your hands together in front of him, and both of you chuckle loud hearing the wet sound. he clings to your side and wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his head to your neck, the fluffy headband and his hair making you squirm in his embrace. you swipe your balm quickly before running your fingers through your hair, checking if there are knots before patting kageyama's head.

"babe… the bed." you whisper and tug his wrist and he groggily walks to the bed, the exhaustion after his practice settling on his body you noticed. you plop onto the bed and immediately grab the sheets, hovering it over your body, about to roll over to cuddle your boyfriend. yet he turns you around, covers you with the blanket and rests his hand on your stomach, tangles his leg over yours, clearly not wanting you to go anywhere.

"happy birthday… i don’t know where to start,“ he mutters softly as if he’s talking to the air, afraid to break the intimacy and warmth of this moment. you don’t say anything and bury your head on the pillow, your heart pounding loudly in your chest because of your boyfriend’s touch and his low and groggy voice in your ear.

even after being together for a while, some things remained the same.

kageyama is devoted to drinking a glass of milk every night, even if he’s exasperated after his practice. his cheeks always turn red whenever you drop him a casual compliment while you’re talking. the way you always peck his lips many times before both of you go out, and a wide grin comes to your face and you touch your lips, as if you haven’t kissed him before.

“i know we started off bad, we had this love-hate relationship in high school... but when we became third years, things changed. my feelings changed,” he stops for a moment, while you suddenly turn around and hide in his chest. his body is frozen when you move, but he cuddles you nonetheless.

“‘m really glad you also had a change of heart and decided to love me. even after seeing my other sides that i don’t like, you continued to love me.” he ends his little speech with a kiss on the top of your head and he moves you closer. he hears your sniffles and the way you fist his shirt tight.

he hears you say, “thank you… i love you so much.” and a smile appears on his face, content with your response and everything that happened.

kageyama narrowed his eyes to check the time and he realized one thing. the clock hits midnight which ends your birthday.

but, he thinks to himself, he wouldn’t stop showing how grateful he is for you, and he’ll keep loving you until the end of time.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #hq x reader #hq x y/n #kageyama x reader #kageyama x y/n #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio imagine #kageyama tobio oneshot #kageyama oneshot #tobio scenarios #tobio kageyama x reader #[✰] kei7ime works

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thiswasinevitableid · 2 years

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38 for sternclay? Especially bonus if Jewish stern🥺 thank you for your writing it is a gift I hope you are doing well (also maybe nsfw if it works)

(((38 sternclay ask also trans stern if possible because I'm trans too and it gives me life))).

Thank you so much, I'm so glad you like what I write! Here you are!

38 your birthday lands on christmas so no one ever remembers except this year i’ve asked everyone to delay their holidays to throw you a proper birthday bash

Barclay is practically vibrating in the back seat; he hasn’t been this excited since his moms took him to the tour of the little chocolate shop in town.

Joseph, his new–and best– friend, has invited him to his tenth birthday party. A birthday party three days before Christmas? This week is going to be great.

His moms escort him up to the door, then take Joseph’s parents up on the offer of coffee while he hurries into the living room. There are blue and green streamers, bowls of snacks, and games tacked to the walls. Joseph is at the table, staring at his bottle of blue soda.

“Happy birthday!” Barclay holds out the present, startling the frown from his friend’s face.

“Barclay? You…you came!”

“Course I did. I’m your best friend, remember. Also Ma called your parents to tell them, remember?” He takes the chair nearest him, grabbing a soda from the center of the table.

“Lots of people say they’ll come. But there’s always something that happens at the last second and then they can’t make it.”

“So it’s just us?”

“Yes.” Joseph sags, “we never even put it on my real birthday just to try and get people to come.”

“It’s not today?”

“It’s the 25th.” His friend picks up a grape and chews it miserably.

“But that’s awesome! You get double presents, and you could throw an extra big party because it’s two celebrations in one!”

“I don’t celebrate Christmas, remember? But everyone else does, so they always forget it, or they’re too busy to come to my party.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” He doesn’t know what else to say. He feels a little silly forgetting Joseph told him he celebrated Hanukkah. They were eating on the playground when his friend confessed he felt weird about the Christmas tree and Santa decorations in their classroom.

More than that, he’s confused. Christmas or not, he wouldn’t miss his friend's birthday for the world.

He nudges Joseph’s foot with his own, “Well, I’m here. What do we do first?”

The answer turns out to be “pin the tail on Nessie;” Barclay assumed the Plesiosaur on the invitation meant a dinosaur party, but it’s all Loch Ness Monster themed. They play, then try to make their own lake monsters out of LEGOs until pizza arrives. The cake Mrs. Stern ordered has such a neat design of the monster on it that Barclay almost feels bad eating it.

As they’re cleaning up the spoils of the pinata in the garage, he spots his moms whispering something to Joseph’s parents.

“Joseph” Mr. Stern comes over with a bag for them to dump the candy into, “Barclay’s parents said it would be more than okay if he spent the night. How do you boys feel about a sleep-over?”

They shout a sugar-fueled “yes” and he tells them to go upstairs to make sure Joseph’s room is clean enough for Barclay to put a sleeping bag down.

As they’re speed-walking (no running is a rule in Joseph’s house, right after no shoes), his friend whispers, “I never have sleepovers, this is so great.”

They have left-over pizza for dinner, Barclay making sure to help with the dishes. By the time Mr. Stern shoos them upstairs to get ready for bed, they’ve eaten everything that came from the pinata.

As they’re snuggling down, the snow outside sending a chill under the windows, Joseph looks at him earnestly.

“This was the best. Birthday. Ever.”

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“Okay, these are slightly early, but work is closed tomorrow so I had to swipe them now.” Barclay sets the plate of gourmet cupcakes on the tiny bed. He and Joseph are taking the early train home from campus tomorrow, both of them needing to work up until the last possible day before Christmas.

Joseph smiles at the plate, “Did you decorate these yourself?”

“Yeah.” Barclay’s rather proud of his birthday-themed messages, but he stops short of telling Joseph he took the closing shift specifically so he could hang back and put non-holiday decorations on them. He doesn’t want to weird Joseph out.

His friend peels the wrapper from the mint mocha cupcake, thoughtful expression turning to a genuine smile.

“Anyone else give you a present before they left?”

“No, but what else is new?”

“I’m sorry, man.”

“It’s hard to be mad when my best friend brought me bespoke cupcakes.” He smiles, coffee icing on his cheek, “thank you, Barclay.”

“Any time.”

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Santa Claus knows that we’re god's children, that makes everything right

Fill your stockings and say your prayers cause Santa Claus comes tonight.

“I think they’ve got this song on repeat.” Barclay mutters.

“It wouldn’t surprise me; the jingle bells followed us from aisle to aisle.” Joseph taps his elbow against the magazine rack, “holiday Bon Apetit is out.”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Toss it in.” Joseph holds out the grocery basket; they long ago gave up demurring when one of them offered to add something to the bill for the sake of the other. Fifteen years of friendship and counting, you learn it all balances out.

The woman ahead of them in line finally finishes her purchase, during which she’s talked at the cashier non-stop. Picking up her bags, she says, “Happy Holidays. No, merry Christmas.” She tosses the last two words out with the bravado of someone who thinks they’re bravely subversive.

Barclay contemplates chucking the bag of potatoes in his arms at her while Joseph sighs at the basket containing, among other things, applesauce and sour cream.

“I knew we should have just gone to the deli downtown.”

“Do they have enough potatoes to feed all the Sterns plus my flock of relatives who all have appetites like mine?”

“Probably not.” Joseph sets the last of their groceries on the belt, “we should also–where are you going.”

“To get part of your birthday present. Trying to get an early start this year. Wait for me at the car?”

“Of course.”

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“Thanks for taking time to come see me.” Joseph pulls out his keys, opening the main door of the apartment building.

“I’d never miss your birthday. Besides, someone’s gotta make sure this girl gets her exercise.”

“Nessie runs with me almost every morning.”

“Nah, she’s just a big old couch potato, aren’t you? Aren’t you?”

The greyhound wiggles and bounces at his feet, following the cook up the stairs. When Joseph adopted her, she was painfully shy, and will still freeze and whine if she meets something she decides is too unfamiliar. But she loved Barclay from his first visit, wags her tail when she hears him on the stairs.

Just one more of his good qualities. At this point, the list of them is so long it’s woven itself into a human shape that keeps slapping Joseph and telling him to make his move before his chance is gone.

“What are your plans for the rest of the day?” He turns the knob on his apartment door.

“SURPRISE!”

“Ohmylord!” He jumps backwards, bumping into Barclay as his friends wave at him from his newly decorated living room, “so that’s why you lobbied for the longer walk.”

“You know it.” Dani tosses Barclay his spare key, “I was texting him every ten minutes to tell him whether the coast was clear or not.”

“I, I don’t know what to say.” He takes in the presents on the counters. His friends have been good about remembering his birthday, which was why the lack of any gifts or cards in the days leading up to it had confused him. Then he’d just told himself that they’d been busy, or that it had slipped their minds.

“Happy Birthday! Cider?” Aubrey hugs him, then lifts the lid on a crock-pot.

“Yes, please. I, you did all this just for me?”

“It was this guy’s idea, but we all got pretty into it.” Duck tilts his head at Barclay.

He turns and Barclay looks up from where he’s soothing the perplexed Nessie, “I figured you deserved a real birthday party on the actual day, even if it was just once. So I, uh, I asked if people would be cool with adjusting their plans just a little.”

“Thank you.” Joseph can’t stop smiling as his friends make space for him at the table. The whole meal is a potluck, and as he piles up his plate he notices that someone (probably Indrid) made little Bigfoot and Mothman garlands that are now strung along the room.

He assumes most people will take off once they’ve finished their cake (Barclay made his favorite; yellow cake with milk chocolate frosting). But no one seems to be in a rush, so he breaks out the wine, coffee, and tea and they all settle into the living room for a game of Exploding Kittens (Aubrey introduced them all to it, but Duck is the most ruthless player).

By six, everyone except Barclay, has said their goodbyes, and Joseph is walking on air. They’re moving the gifts into the bedroom so he can organize them and put them away.

“Anything else you wanna do? It’s still your birthday, and my moms pushed their stuff to tomorrow anyway so my aunt can get into town, so I’m happy to hang out more. Could even go root around the Walgreens down the block to try and find a pinata.”

“As sweet as that offer is, I think my thirty-one year old body can’t handle that level of sugar intake.” He watches Barclay move his new UFO sweater to the laundry hamper, looking like he belongs here. He does; he and his handsome face, broad chest, and kind heart belong with Joseph, just like Joseph’s heart has belonged to him for years.

He picks up a stray stick-on bow, sauntering over, “Well, there is one more thing I want for my birthday.”

Barclay turns, clearly ready to help with whatever it is. When Joseph gently sticks the bow on the button of his fly, his brown eyes dilate with pleasing speed.

“H-how much of this is party related.” Barclay’s hands hover near his hips.

Joseph guides his hands into his back pockets, “None of it. Or, well, the things I love about you are the things that mean you went out of your way to get all our friends together just so I could have a birthday party on my birthday.” Joseph kisses his shoulder, “You know how to sweep a man off his feet, big guy.”

“Does it count as sweeping if it took me years to do this?” Barclay tips his face down, planting a faintly chocolatey kiss on his lips.

“Technically, no, but I don’t care.” He backs the other man into the wall, kissing his neck and unbuttoning his shirt, “if anything, it means we should make up for lost time.”

“Uh huh, yes, fuck, anything you want babe.” Barclay’s hips buck and Joseph slides his leg between his thighs to give him something to rub against while he finishes yanking his shirt off.

“Shit” He gropes Barclay’s chest, teases his nipples just to make his moans go higher, “god, look at you, I can’t believe I’ve been around this” another squeeze on his pecs, “for years and never felt you up.”

“Wanted you to.” Barclay whimpers, tugging at Joseph’s sweater.

“And what do you want now, big guy?”

Several words try to leave his friend’s mouth at once, resulting in an unenlightening moan.

Joseph brushes their lips together, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Please.” Barclay’s hips grind frantically, his cock trying to split his jeans.

“Go get on the bed, clothes off.” He kisses him sweetly, then swats his thigh.

He disrobes to the sound of fabric hitting the floor, opens the third drawer on his dresser to grab his harness. Given that he’s already waited too long for this, he opts for a narrower dick with a prostate targeting curve.

When he turns, Barclay goes from mostly reclined to sitting straight up.

“Holy fuck that’s hot.”

“Glad you approve.” He grabs condoms and lube from his stash, “do you want to prep yourself or should I?”

“Will, um, will you do it?” Barclay looks shyly at him, even bats his eyelashes, “I don’t want to stop touching you.”

“Touch whatever you like.” Joseph joins him on the bed, sliding a condom onto his finger as Barclay lays back and spreads his legs. Calloused hands stroke his sides and pet his chest as he presses the first finger in. Barclay groans happily, parts his lips so Joseph can’t help but lean down to kiss him. He wonders how he went so many years without this, without the faint scratch of a coppery beard on his skin and the little rumbles of pleasure from Barclay’s chest.

“More?” Barclay is blushing from his cheeks all the way to his chest.

“Of course.” Joseph eases in a second finger, getting harder every time Barclay moans, “you can have anything you want from me, big guy.”

“Joseph.” It’s a whimper, Barclay turning his head to try and kiss his arm.

“Right here.” He kisses his forehead, “Going to be so good to you. Because we look after each other, don’t we?”

“Uhhuh, fuck, babe, Joseph baby please fuck me.”

He pulls out his fingers and tosses the condom into the trash, too excited to care about the mess he’s making on the sheets. By the time he’s teasing Barclays ass with his cock, the man beneath him is shaking with anticipation.

When he pushes in Barclay’s arms are immediately gliding up and down his body. His cock bounces adorably as Joseph fucks him, and when he plays with his pecs his legs open wider, desperate to take him as deep as he can.

“Good?”

“So fucking good, fuck, Joseph, AHfuck, fuck” Barclay’s hips jerk, “right there, please, fuck, fuck I was w-way better at dirty talk in my fantasies.”

Joseph pauses, dragging one of Barclay’s hands to feel where he’s soaked the fabric of the harness, “Does it seem like I mind?”

“N-noOH, ohfuck, ohgod.” He whimpers as Joseph strokes his cock, “fuck, babe, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good.” He gives three quick strokes and then Barclay’s cum hits his stomach. He pulls out in a hurry, tugging off the harness and scrambling to straddle his friend’s hips. The cook licks his lips, transfixed and panting, as Joseph fucks himself with abandon.

Just as he’s about to cum, he drops down to devour his mouth with kisses. His orgasm rolls through him as he spills half-formed profanity down Barclay’s neck.

They’ve known each other long enough that Barclay doesn’t tease him for getting up and grabbing a clean blanket for them to lay down on. Soon they’re nestled under the covers, trading small kisses as their heartbeats return to normal.

Joseph strokes Barclay’s beard, smiling at him when he whispers, “This was the best. birthday. ever.”

#sternclay #agent stern/barclay #winter fills #friends to lovers #taz amnesty

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nikanndros · 3 years

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I just want you to know that I think about From Eden at least once a week and I've lost count of how many times I've reread it. If you ever wanna share what comes next amd what other ideas you had for that universe i'm here to listen op 👀

Thank you, I love you! When I first wrote that fic, I had two other parts (at least) that I wanted to go with it, and since they’re partially written I’m happy to share those bits with you:

From Eden Part 2

“It’s just unfair, you know,” the girl said. Her words were slightly slurred. To be fair, they were in a nightclub after midnight. Everyone was slurring. “I was there for him, and I paid his bills while he went through college and now! He has a real job and he dumped me for his secretary.” She started sobbing.

Damen, who was six foot three, strongly built, and also carrying a loaded weapon, took her hands and made a sympathetic noise. “Lykaios,” he said, because he --unlike Laurent-- had actually listened when she’d introduced herself. “I think the best thing for you now is to forget about him. He didn’t deserve you.”

Lykaios sniffled. “You think so?”

“Of course I do,” Damen said. “I’ve only known you for a few minutes and I already can see that you’re incredible. Right, babe?”

“Right,” Laurent deadpanned. He glanced at his watch. “It’s quarter to.”

Damen nodded. Still holding Lykaios’ hands, he turned to Laurent. “Security?”

“Just the two.”

“Great.” He looked back to Lykaois. “Listen, doll, we’ve got to get down to business, but I want you to remember what I said, okay? You’re worth a lot more than that guy gave you. And your mascara is running a little. Maybe you should go fix it up in the bathroom and wipe your tears?”

“Okay,” Lykaois sniffed. “Thank you.” She left.

Damen gave Laurent a grin, the crooked, teeth-baring one that appeared whenever they were about to do a job. “Ready?”

“You never call me doll.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Try it sometime and see.”

Damen yanked him in by the jacket and kissed him, slowly and bordering on indecent. “Alright,” he said, after he pulled back. “Show time.”

As Damen disappeared into the crowd, Laurent grasped his --still full-- drink, turned, and threw its contents at the roughest looking guy in the place.

“Hey, what the hell?” The guy squared his shoulders; he was intimidating even covered in lemonade.

“Fuck you,” Laurent replied.

At this point, three months of travelling and stealing and, most importantly, Damen, Laurent had become pretty efficient at inciting fights. He didn’t need to see the punch coming to know that it was, he just sidestepped and let the man stumble into the back of another patron. It took less than thirty seconds before half the clientele were involved in an all out brawl.

The two security guards rushed in, and were immediately overwhelmed enough that the only bartender -- a youngish lad with a crooked nose -- had to join in to get everything under control. Laurent punched him.

Eventually, the fight got calmed down enough for fingers to point to Laurent and the lemonade clad man as the inciters, and guards hauled them both out into the parking lot.

“Let me go!” Lemonade guy yelled. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

“You can try,” Laurent said, a lot more willing to be subdued by the guard that had him by the arms.

“Don’t make us call the police, man,” his guard complained. “The both of you can go your separate ways, come on.”

The door behind them opened.

“Sweetheart,” Damen said, chidingly. “I step away for two minutes and you get yourself into trouble.”

---

They go back to a motel after this and Damen reveals the money he stole from the tills while Laurent was being a distraction. Sexy times ensue. Damen eventually falls asleep and Laurent stays awake with the tv on. The news comes on and an interview is shown with Lykaios being interviewed about the robbery at the bar -- she gives a completely inaccurate description of what Damen looked like, and Laurent reflects on how easy it is for Damen to charm people to taking his side.

From Eden Part 3

Their most recent car was a much older model. The aircon was busted and they had to wind down the windows themselves, but at least the radio worked. It was hot, despite it being a couple of hours past sunset.

Damen was singing with the radio. He wasn’t going to win any awards, but his voice was deep and he had a nice enough sense of the music. He grinned at Laurent. He was always happy. It was part of what made him so magnetic.

Laurent smiled back. After two years with Damen, the expression felt natural.

Except for them, the road was empty. Damen reached over and took Laurent’s hand in his.

“Watch the road,” Laurent said.

Damen laughed. “But you’re my favourite view.”

“I won’t be happy if you kill us in a car wreck.”

Obediently, Damen looked back to the road. And then, because it was Damen, the car sped up.

Laurent’s hair flew about chaotically, longer than it had ever been when his uncle had been keeping a hand of Laurent’s appearance. It needed a trim, but as much as Laurent trusted Damen, he didn’t trust him to do that. Damen had offered to take him to a salon, somewhere quiet where there was no chance he’d be recognised, but Laurent wasn’t fond of the idea of being trapped in a chair like that. He was too used to freedom by now.

“Left here,” Laurent instructed.

They’d had to slow down once the got near the town. It was best to avoid anyone’s attention for as long as possible. (An admittedly difficult feat when traveling with someone like Damen).

They drove a little way past the house, until they found an obscure little dirt road to park down. It wouldn’t do for someone to see the car. They grabbed their things, and looped back to the house on foot.

Quietly, Damen was still singing.

“Stop it,” Laurent said.

“You love it,” he replied. “This is your birthday present, baby, at least look like you’re having fun.”

“This is literally the worst place we could get caught.”

“No it isn’t,” Damen replied. “I checked out the police station last time I was here. Breaking out of the cells would be too easy.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“There were no lights on when we drove by. No one is home.”

That was true. And they’d timed it perfectly, assuming schedules hadn’t changed in the last two years. The house was silent when they got to it, not a light in sight as promised.

Laurent took a deep breath.

“Chin up,” Damen said. “Let’s go rob your uncle.”

The spare key wasn’t where uncle used to keep it, so they went around the back and Damen fucked with the lock until it opened. It was almost hard to walk into the house, full of so many bad memories, except it had never truly been Laurent’s home and he could just tell himself this was another job.

“The study,” Laurent said, leading the way.

They crept up the stairs together, torches on their lowest settings.

The study was a formidable room with the big, mahogany desk, and the shelves of books that existed solely to make visitors feel stupid. “Look at this,” Laurent said, pulling out one of the books. “War and Peace in Russian. He doesn’t even know Russian.”

Damen reached past him, and nonchalantly, tipped a stack of books off the shelf. They clattered noisily onto the floor. “Oops,” Damen said. He turned away. “Where’s the safe?”

“Under the desk,” Laurent replied. He was busy searching through the books, finding any early editions to pilfer. They’d probably be able to sell them to an antique store for a bit of quick cash.

Damen worked away at the safe for a bit, guessing potential codes Laurent had told him about. “None of these are working, sweetheart.” The safe made a beeping noise. “Oh, wait. Got it. Wow, he really deserves to be robbed.”

“I’m sure he thought I’d never come back here.”

Damen made a vaguely angry noise. He didn’t like reminders of what had happened to Laurent in this house. He’d even tried to convince Laurent that they could just murder his uncle while they were here. Laurent wasn’t sure he wanted to add cold-blooded murder to their repertoire just yet though. However tempting.

Damen stood up, suddenly. Hands full of Laurent’s uncle’s emergency cash. He grinned.

“Happy birthday - to - you,” he crooned.

Laurent couldn’t help it. He laughed. “I love you, you beautiful fucking bastard.”

Abandoning the books, Laurent moved in and kissed him. Carefully, Damen put the money down on the desk so that he could cup Laurent’s face in his hands. It was always intoxicating to kiss Damen. There was something about him that made Laurent forget himself until there was only the press of their lips.

“I love you too,” Damen whispered, pulling back a little. He’d stopped smiling; it was a moment of complete genuine emotion. He did that sometimes, always out of the blue, and it always made Laurent want to clutch him tighter and maybe cry.

“Let’s finish up here,” Laurent said, “and then we can go find somewhere nice and fuck under the stars.”

“You always know just what to say to seduce me,” Damen said.

They bagged the money, and the books Laurent had picked, and then they made their way down the stairs again.

“Wait,” Damen said.

“What?”

“I’m hungry.” He turned into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Oh hey, chocolate.”

Actually, that was an idea. Laurent followed him into the kitchen and went straight for the pretentious temperature controlled wine fridge. “Pinot noir or Shiraz?”

“Whatever is more expensive,” Damen replied. He was adding strawberries and oranges to the bag as well. Cream?”

“It’ll go warm too fast.”

“I feel like we should unplug the fridge before we go, at least,” Damen added. “If you’re still against me putting bleach in the milk.”

“Wouldn’t that make it curdle?”

Damen shrugged. “I don’t know. I had a cement mixer in a bar once but that was lime juice.”

“You can unplug the fridge. If he dies from food poisoning, that’s on him.”

Damen started to look for the cord to the fridge.

“Wait,” Laurent whispered. “Did you hear that?”

They froze, listening.

There it was. The soft sound of the stairs creaking. Fuck. Silently, Laurent gestured towards the back door. Damen nodded. He was carefully reaching over to the knife stand.

“Renaud?” came a small voice.

A young boy, no more than thirteen, stepped into the kitchen. He was wiping at one eye sleepily in a childlike gesture. Less childlike were the bruises on his arms. Laurent knew he and Damen had matching expressions of horror.

The boy’s eyes widened as he took them in. “Who are you?” he said.

Damen’s expression was one of barely concealed fury. He looked at Laurent. “I’m not leaving until that man is in a shallow grave.”

“Don’t scare the boy,” Laurent admonished. He turned to the child and tried to look as non-intimidating as a late-night home invader could possibly look. “What’s your name?”

“Are you Renaud’s friends?” The boy asked.

“No,” Laurent said. “Definitely not. I’m Laurent.”

The boy was frowning. “You used to live here.”

“Yes.”

“Well,” he straightened up, suddenly hostile. “You’re not allowed to come back. He doesn’t want you anymore; I’m better.”

“Where are your parents?” Damen asked.

“We’re not giving him back to parents who-”

“They’re dead,” the boy said. He didn’t sound upset.

The boy is obviously Nicaise. They hear a car in the driveway and Laurent locks Nicaise in the pantry. Laurent’s protective instinct rears up and he insists they kill the uncle now. Damen is fully down for it. Murder ensues. They let Nicaise out and keep him away from finding out that the uncle is dead in the next room. They tell Nicaise to pack a back and discuss what to do with him. Damen suggests dropping him off at a hospital or somewhere like that where someone can get help for him (since they can’t exactly go to the cops).

Nicaise overhears and says that he doesn’t want to have a new foster parent; at least his current one has a big house. Laurent hearing that feels too wary to risk Nicaise getting another bad household. Damen is like, well I guess we can keep him if you want??? Laurent agrees. They go get in the car and drive away.

Anyway this AU was directly inspired by the film clip for Hozier’s ‘From Eden’, you should watch it bc that’s the story I intended to write

#captive prince #the criminals au #my writing #dancyon

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willymywonkers · 4 years

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Pure Imagination

Summary: We get introduced into the world of Maude Figgle, and how one of her students, Charlie Bucket, reunites her with an old friend.

A/N: This too longer than I'd like to admit lmaoooo. This is my first time writing a willy wonka fic, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!!

The chocolate factory at the edge of town was always a mystery to people. Its large tunnels stood tall casing a shadow over people. All of Willy Wonka's delectable goods were protected behind hundreds of walls of steel and black bricks that were absolutely impenetrable.

Maude had seen the factory about a dozen times, and each time, she wondered what would it be like to go inside. She had always admired the elusive chocolatier from a far, but she was so nervous to actually talk with him.

Maude had remembered a time when Willy Wonka wasn't famous, and was just a boy that lived two blocks down from her. Of all people, Will was the nicest boy she'd ever met. When they were younger, Maude would enjoy spending her time with Will, encouraging him to take risks, and be a little impulsive. Will knew she was a bit wild, but that's what he liked about her. Someone who wasn't afraid of any consequences and just went with the heart told them.

However, things began to get rough for Maude. She wasn't the little girl that pushed the boundaries anymore. She was Will's partner, and she was the main It happened when Maude met her ex husband, Ronald. Ron was extremely jealous of Will. It was apparent that Will liked Maude more than anyone else. Will didn't like touching other workers. That was the main reason he wore gloves.

However, he acted differently around Maude. He seemed to be more comfortable with touching her, and letting her touch him. Ron caught sight of this. He deemed that Maude belonged to him.

Eventually, Ron made Maude cut all contact from Will. This happened when Willy was going through a sharp decrease in candy sales. With people all over the world after his secrets, Will didn't really have anybody he could trust. Other than Maude.

Maude didn't want to quit working with Will, but Ron didn't give her much of a choice. Ron had gotten more and more controlling towards her, thus affecting her mental health greatly.

Then, she snapped at Ron, telling him that this was wrong. Ron slapped her across the face. The next day, Maude resigned.

The news crushed Willy, causing him to close the factory for good.

Years later, Maude divorced Ron, taking her own independence back. Maude often would walk by the factory, but it was a painful reminder to her, and how she treated her best friend.

Maude became a chemistry teacher, so that she could be close with children, and help their young minds grow. Of course, there were students that would barely pay attention, and would ignore what she said altogether. However, there was one student in her class that she was very fond of. A young boy named Charlie Bucket.

He was quite clever for his age, and he would always be interested whatever experiments she was conducting.

"Good morning, Ms. Figgle," Charlie said, walking into the classroom.

Maude smiled at the boy. Her glasses hung from the bridge of her nose. "Good morning, Charlie. Did you enjoy winter break?"

He nodded. "But, I didn't get anything this year."

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear." Maude knew about Charlie's financial situation. She always tried to make things a little more lenient on him, unlike his other teachers.

"It's alright. Christmas is about spending time with your family, anyways."

Maude nodded. "Well, I've got a present for you, Charlie."

She got out a medium sized box wrapped in newspaper, and handed it to him.

"What is it?" He asked.

"You're just gonna have to open it to find out."

It was a brown sweater with a black stripe in the front.

Charlie smiled at the present, though he seemed taken aback by the gesture.

"I can't accept this." Charlie said, putting the sweater back in the box.

"But, it's frigid out there. You'll need it." Maude handed Charlie back the sweater.

He smiled up at Maude. "You're right. I really appreciate it, Ms. Figgle."

The kids all plied into the class at once. Excitement from being back from break made all the kids rambley and quite loud.

"Have you heard about the golden tickets?"

"I'm gonna get the first one."

All the kids seemed to be chattering all about these golden tickets. Maude hadn't a clue about what they were.

"Golden tickets?" Maude asked, looking slightly confused.

"There was an announcement about it last night. Mr. Wonka is going to be opening up his factory for 5 children all over the world." Charlie said, clearing up her confusion.

Maude's eyes lit up. "Really? That's incredible!"

Charlie agreed.

This fact made Maude's heart jump. She really wanted to see Will again, but she knew she barely had a chance. 5 golden tickets in the whole world, and there was only one of her. She tossed her excitement aside in hopes that a kid truly worthy of the ticket takes it.

A few weeks go by and the first ticket is found. Maude was sitting in front of her television when it was announced. She wasn't surprised that the first ticket was found by some kid who ate chocolate all the time, but it was how quickly he found it.

After that, each kid was worst than the last. It really pained her to see such rotten kids get all the spotlight, when kids like, Charlie, were barely making ends meet.

Maude found herself back at the factory, wondering what was going on inside.

"Hello, Ms. Figgle!" Charlie called from behind.

Maude turned around, snapping out of her thoughts. "Oh, hello, Charlie. What are you doing here?"

"Why are you always staring at the factory?" Charlie countered.

Maude gulped. "Well, you see, a long time ago, I actually knew Mr. Wonka."

"You did? I think my grandpa told me about it."

"Right, but I didn't just work for him. I was his partner in it all. I did all the experiments. I created new kinds of candy every day."

Maude and Charlie began walking down the snowy street, as Maude told Charlie the many adventures her and Mr. Wonka shared.

"Were you ever in love with Mr. Wonka?" Charlie asked, jokingly.

Maude chuckled. "Of course not."

Of course, she was lying to herself. She couldn't see herself standing beside him. Maude felt that Willy deserved someone better, especially when all she did was burn him.

Maude's smile faltered. She felt an ache in her heart.

"Ms. Figgle, are you alright?"

Maude turned her head towards Charlie. "Huh?"

"I was asking if you were alright."

"Oh yeah. I'm fine."

The two continued walking down the street, passing by a candy shop.

"Do you think I could ever win a golden ticket?" Charlie seemed a bit down. "I only get one wonka bar a year for my birthday, and my grandpa spend his last shilling."

"Let me tell you this, Charlie, you're a bright young man." Maude kneeled down to his level, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I believe in you. You are worthy of a golden ticket. All those other kids don't have the kindness you share with others. And, as someone who's personally worked for Wonka, I'd save the best for last."

Charlie's spirits picked up. He smiled brightly, thanking Maude before heading home.

The next day, rumors speculated that some kid in Russia had found the last ticket, but it was later proven to be false. This rose to more anticipation to who would be the last ticket holder.

While reading through the newspaper, Maude found out that Charlie had found the very last golden ticket. Maude smiled widely. One of her students found the last golden ticket. She couldn't be more proud of him.

She stood amongst the crowd outside. She couldn't stay for long, but she wanted just a glimpse of Wonka, however, there was too many people in her way.

A few weeks later, it seemed that more and more people were curious about the factory. Charlie had told her some of the things that happened during his trip. Things that were completely outlandish, and weird. A girl turning into a blueberry? And, a boy nearly drowning into a chocolate river?

"You know, Mr. Wonka wasn't as nice as I thought he was." Charlie said.

"What do you mean?" Maude asked.

"Well, he was nice at first. He was going to offer me his entire factory. On the condition that I wouldn't ever see my family again."

Maude sighed. "Right."

This was quite like Will. Family wasn't at the forefront of his mind. Trusting people was also a big issue with him, considering in the past most of his workers turned against him.

"Have you ever thought about seeing Mr. Wonka again?" Charlie asked.

Maude looked at Charlie, with a wishful smile on her face. "All the time."

Another few weeks ago by, and Maude hadn't seen much of Charlie. She began to worry about him.

One day, she heard a knock on her door.

"Hello?" She answered.

Charlie was standing at the door, smiling up at her. "Good morning, Ms. Figgle."

"It's quite early, Charlie." She chuckled. "What is it?"

"I wanted you to meet someone."

Maude opened the door to see a man in a top hat, smiling nervously at her.

"Will?" Maude said, as tears were pricking from her eyes. Her heart was jumping out of her chest.

"Hey Maude." Willy smiled.

She pulled him into a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Will was taken aback by the hug, but awkwardly caved in. He could hear soft sobbing coming from her, but he didn't mind.

Charlie smiled at the two.

In this one moment, Maude truly felt the pure happiness and joy as she felt when she was a child.

#catcf 2005 #catcf #willy wonka #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka x oc #maude and willy #maude figgle #charlie bucket

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spicymayo1983 · 3 years

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Hiya. This is chapter 11. After you catch Poe answering an urgent, early morning hologram he confesses that the woman is an ex girlfriend from his spice runner days.

Meaning that he immediately started seeing someone else as soon as he left Yavin 4.

Why does she need Poe's help?

You feel angry, betrayed and doubt that the wedding will actually happen now.

Warnings, angst, XXX smut, not for anyone under 18.

Twenty years earlier

Poe had 0 regrets running away from home. He didn't want to be a farmer like his father. Staying on Yavin 4 made him restless, like his destiny had been sealed.

Zorii Bliss was a fellow spice runner and around the same age as him, but to Poe she seemed so much more mature, like a real woman.

He felt like a boy around her.

Unlike you, there was no girlish innocence about her.

His growing attraction, and relationship, with Zorii made him feel a little guilty. Poe was still very much in love with you when he left, but his hormones got the best of him.

Up until that evening he had only shared a few kisses with Zorii, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't want more from her.

Zorii was a natural leader too, Poe had always found himself attracted to tough, strong women.

It's shortly after his 17th birthday. Poe had been celibate for what felt like an eternity to him, nearly 6 months.

He was craving intimacy from a woman again, he wanted to taste and feel the female body once more.

Him and Zorii were alone aboard the spice freighter. The chemistry, and attraction, between them was growing difficult to ignore.

"You need to keep your helmet off more". Poe teased Zorii, smiling a little. "I'd love to see your beautiful face more often".

With a slight laugh Zorii indulged him, removing her helmet.

Poe leaned over his seat and softly caressed her cheek while looking deeply into her lovely green eyes.

She was absolutely smitten with him, and what woman wouldn't be? He may have been only 17 but he was wise, brave and mature.

Zorii and Poe share a passionate, open mouthed kiss, a far cry from the soft and tender kisses that they normally shared.

"I want you". Poe whispered into her ear.

"Oh Poe". Zorii replied with a slightly mischievous smile on her face. "You can have me".

The makeout session quickly moved into the sleeping quarters of the ship.

He was so aroused that it felt like all the blood in his body had rushed to his rock hard cock, making him feel lightheaded.

Poe and Zorii hurriedly removed their clothing, as soon as she saw his large, rock hard cock she instinctively dropped to her knees and took as much of him inside her mouth.

Zorii was extremely skilled at what she was doing. Poe scooped her up in his strong arms, placed her on the bottom bunk, and with her legs dangling over the edge kneeled in front of her.

With two fingers inside of her wetness Poe began to lick and suck on her clit, making her squirm and moan in ecstasy.

"Fuck, you're good". Zorii moaned loudly as she began to grind her hips against his mouth. "No, actually you're incredible at this, wow".

Poe replaced his fingers with his tongue, Zorii arched her back and screamed from absolute delight as she experienced an intense orgasm.

"Shhhh, the rest of the crew could show up any time". Poe warned with a slight laugh.

"I don't give a damn, let them hear us". Zorii replied quickly with a slight laugh.

He was worried about getting caught, so when the time came for intercourse Poe pulled the privacy curtain to the bunk closed.

It was a tight squeeze but Poe and Zorii managed to position themselves on their sides. As soon as his thick, hard cock penetrated her from behind she cried out,

"Damn, you're huge".

A few moments later they both heard voices and the unmistakable sound of boots on the metal floor of the ship.

Poe put his hand over Zorii's mouth and whispered,

"Shhhh, they'll hear us!"

Zorii struggled to keep quiet as Poe fucked her, he kept his hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle her moans.

With a silent groan Poe experienced his own orgasm deep inside of her.

Afterwards both of them hastily got dressed and retreated to their own bunks before they got caught.

Present day

You couldn't believe his words.

"Girlfriend?!" You exclaim, jumping out of bed. "I thought I was your girlfriend!"

"I'm not excusing my behavior but I was 17". Poe replied, looking like he was on the verge of tears. "I was young and horny, we both were, I never loved her as much as I loved you".

"But you're still acknowledging there were some feelings there". You tell him as the tears stream down your face. "How could you?!"

"Babe, please". Poe begs as he tries to put his arm around you. "You have to understand where I'm coming from".

"Noone made you leave". You reply angrily as you push him away, the bitterness evident in your voice. "You made the decision to abandon me".

"I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't love Zorii just to make you feel better!" Poe snapped back, anger flashing in his eyes. "Her mother has been taken into custody by a bounty hunter and she needs my help".

"When you get home I won't be here". You warn as you angrily start to get dressed. "I don't even think I want to go through with the wedding anymore".

"So you're punishing me for something that happened 20 years ago?" Poe asked, an incredulous look appearing on his face.

"No, I'm punishing you for abandoning your pregnant girlfriend to go help a supposed ex!" You scream back.

"How fucking dare you?!"

You leave, and go to the only friend you have on D'qar.

Her name is Esmaria and she lives nearby. She was your classmate on Yavin 4.

You knock frantically at her front door, as soon as she opens it she says,

"You and Poe are having trouble, aren't you?"

"You could say that". You explain with a deep sigh as you flop down on her sofa. "I found out that Poe immediately started seeing someone else when he left home 20 years ago".

"20 years ago? You're punishing the guy for a mistake he made when he was a teenager?" Esmaria replies with a slightly shocked look on her face. "That's a little much, even for you".

"Oh no, that's not it". You continue, your face red from anger. "Her mother is in trouble and he's leaving to help her, his ex contacted him early this morning and asked for his assistance, and he's going to her".

"Oh, okay, ouch". Esmaria replied quickly as she sat down next to you. "Yeah, I wouldn't be too happy either, being pregnant and all".

"Can I stay with you?" You ask as you fight back tears. "I don't even want to look at him right now".

"Sure, you can stay as long as you want". She replies quickly, a sincere smile appearing on her face. "I take it that there isn't going to be a wedding now?"

"I don't know". You reply, bursting into tears. "I mean, I still love him, I'm carrying his child, it's complicated".

"I think you just need to cool off, you're all whacked out on hormones". Your friend tells you with a slight smile.

"I hope you're right". You reply, smiling lightly. "But I'm worried that Poe seeing her will stir up old emotions".

You then burst into tears, as your friend rubs your back in an attempt to calm you down you confess,

"But I'm more worried that something will happen to him, he's going into a potentially dangerous situation".

"But he's also Poe Dameron". Esmaria reminds you with a slight smile.

End of chapter 11

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron smut #star wars #star wars smut #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine #fanfiction #fanfic smut #fanfic

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msjr0119 · 3 years

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Birthday One Shot

A/N1: So it’s my girls birthday today. My favourite drunk partner. Hope you have had a fabulous day @drakexwillow !!! I can’t wait to have an alcoholic drink with you and fall asleep again 😆

A/N2: Some of the dialogue used was actually texts between us. I’ve rushed this as I’ve been busy passing out all weekend - bypass any stupid grammar mistakes 🤣

A/N3: Thank you to your other half, ‘Beany’ for helping me out with some things- I hope he didn’t spoil it for you ❤️👍🏼

Book: The Royal Romance (A/U)

Pairing: Drake Walker (Michiel Huisman) x Willow Downing (Jessica Lowndes)

Song inspirations:

Gun Machine Kelly- Drunk Face

Gun Machine Kelly- Hangover Cure

Mood- 24kGoldn and Ian Dior

Warnings: Adult language, mention of sex, mention of being drunk.

Tags: Thinking of those who like Drake x MC especially Willow- don’t feel obliged to read if you don’t want to 😊

@drakexwillow @burnsoslow @axwalker @annekebbphotography @kingliam2019 @kimmiedoo5 @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @bascmve01 @yukinagato2012 @lodberg @cordonianroyalty @texaskitten30 @nomadics-stuff

****

Drake Walker had been dating Willow Downing for many years now. Every birthday that came around he always struggled with new ideas about what to do for the love of his life. At times he was tempted to ask for advise from his closest friends Maxwell and Sophie- however, if he did that he knew that it would just end in a disaster. A big drunken mess. He would usually impersonate a babysitter for the three of them, especially Willow. Thinking back to past birthdays, she wasn’t a bad drunk. Or was she? There had been times when she would get the ‘munchies’- gather food everywhere then not clean up after herself. Rice. That was the worse time for this common food reoccurrence. If it wasn’t the issue of food, there was the spilt drinks residue surrounding the place instead. Which Drake had to clean up. One of the worse ‘Willow moments’ since they had began dating had been when she vomited in their bed- and all down herself, Drake had turned into a domesticated goddess for the night. Stripping the bed, before assisting her in the shower. Oh, then there was the time when Maxwell and Willow had gotten matching tattoos of a peacock with the words ‘House Beaumont Rules’ sprawled underneath it. That night was karma in Drake’s eyes. Regardless of her drunk past antics, he loved her with all of his heart and wouldn’t change it for anything. She was the one.

****

🎶Why you always in a mood?

Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new

I ain't tryna tell you what to do

But try to play it cool

Baby, I ain't playing by your rules

Everything look better with a view🎶

“I’m not in a mood!” Drake defended himself- as his other half entered the kitchen singing. Yes, he was known to be the moody one. The one that always wore a scowl. But for once he wasn’t ‘in a mood’. Not for now anyway.

“Sometimes you are. But no, it’s a song. You really need to get down with the kids Drake and watch TikTok.” Snuggling behind him, it was the best option as she knew exactly what his expression would be like. Hearing a heavy sigh escape from him- soon she felt him relax, both feeling content.

Fucking TikTok. He muttered to himself. The social media app had become his worse nightmare recently. When they laid in bed on a night, she would promise him that she was only watching it for five minutes. That five minutes soon turned into an hour, which then elaborated into sometimes three or four hours. By that time he had fallen asleep. No intimacy. It’s a phase- she will soon get bored. Again, he wouldn’t change his relationship with her.

****

Later on that night after they had eaten, Drake had put one of Willow’s favourite TV series on. Usually she would be ‘glued’ to it- no matter how many times she had seen this specific episode.

“I thought that you’d want to watch The Office? But instead you’re just listening to that garbage. Can’t we just have one night with no TikTok or listening to him?” After his original snappy attitude, that turned eventually into a plead- Drake attempted to make eye contact with her. Knowing full well that she wasn’t fully listening to him.

“But, he’s amazing. Gorgeous. Sexy.....” Swooning deep down inside as she expressed this, Willow eventually locked eyes with a now pissed off boyfriend. Before TikTok became a ‘thing’, she was in a similar situation whenever a new game for the PlayStation was released. Karma at its best.

“Obviously not as sexy as you though Mr Walker.” Attempting to redeem her previous words, Drake responded with only an eye roll. Maybe she was slightly addicted to Machine Gun Kelly and TikTok. In all honesty, lockdown was to blame for this ‘addiction’. Being stuck in the house. With nothing to do. Well, there was other things to do. Most time spent to begin with was the two of them entangled in each other.

“I’m sorry, Drake. Allow me to listen to one song, then we will watch this- no phones. Just Drillow time.” A smile finally crept upon his face. Finally she was cooperating with him in his mind.

“Sounds like a good deal. Which song are you going to choose?” He asked, not that he was bothered or interested. Just eager to spend time without any distractions.

“I like too many songs- I’ll try and pick a favourite...’Drunk face’. It’s off his new album. ‘Hangover cure’ is also a good one by him.” I bet it is.

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t listened to it.” Faking a sincere yet interested tone of voice, Willow was still debating which song to hum and listen along too. Just hurry up and chose one.

“I can’t believe he’s with Megan Fox and he keeps using her in his music videos it’s so cute.” Getting easily distracted again, Drake bit his lip as she did this in a silent frustration.

“I thought that Megan Fox was still with Brian Austin what’s his face?” Surprisingly, he wasn’t aware of their unexpected split when it was breaking news in the show business world.

“No they split up the start of the year I think it was....I didn’t think they’d look that cute together and pictures of them together he towers over her and it makes them look adorable.” Like us, Drake compared the celebrity couple to themselves as he always towered over a ‘shorter’ Willow.

🎶Wake up, still drunk from last night

The first dates are always uncomfortable

Stayed up, I couldn't sleep last night

I'll admit, I'm a little dysfunctional

Are you okay with the fact I'm a little off track, to be honest

I've been through relationships, I've never been in love, but I want this 🎶

“Anyway, let’s finish watching this before my birthday tomorrow.” Finally placing her phone out of reach, Drake couldn’t quite believe that she had detached herself from it. Almost hallucinating due to the fact.

****

The two of them didn’t quite finish watching the episode. One thing led to another. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, before Drake had carried Willow bridal style to their bedroom. The rest of the night was bliss, an early gift for the birthday girl. Walker style.

Knowing that it was now officially her birthday, she snuggled into the soft warm sheets with a content feeling. Subconsciously she had dreamt about how Drake would make her day special. As he always did. Rolling over, there was no sign of him. Blinking her eyes she believed that she could possibly still be half asleep- that was until the realisation of the sun peeping through the cracks of the blinds. Forcing herself out of bed, she searched the house for Drake with no avail. Wondering what he was upto, she put those thoughts to the side for now and got ready for the day. Her day. A day that she had planned to be filled with fun and laughter with the people closest to her. He will be back before I’m finished.

An hour later, the wanderer still hadn’t returned. Willow had become slight panic stricken before the banging on the door distracted her pondering any further.

“Happy birthday!” The two friends shouted enthusiastically before pulling her in for a group hug. A hug that could have potentially suffocated her. “Where’s Drake?”

“I... I don’t know. It’s not like him to leave without saying goodbye at least, Soph.”

“Well it’s eleven o’clock. Never too early for a birthday cocktail. It’s the evening somewhere in the world. Maxwell sort the birthday girl out with a drink.”

“Yes ma’am. Come on, Lo.” Sophie watched the two of them disappear out of sight before dialling the number on her phone.

“Drake. Where are you?”

“I’m just getting Lo a present, I’ll be back soon Soph. I promise.”

“A present? How long have you been together? You should be more prepared Drake! You know it’s her birthday. This is not the time to go awol, Walker. Or at least explain to her where you are going!”

“Sophie, just please.... just distract her with some shit off of TikTok. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

An hour or so later after Sophie’s and Drake’s brief conversation- there was a quiet knock at the door, which made them all question who it could be. They had arranged to have a quiet time together as a foursome. Threesome at the moment. As far as they was concerned in the morning; the three of them didn’t want to wake up still drunk from last night. They were still young, wasting their youth. Promising to grow up next summer. They didn’t want Drake to always be in a mood.

“You girls carry on drinking, I’ll get the door.” Maxwell suggested as he leapt off of the bar stool.

“May I help you?” Maxwell questioned as he peered through the peep hole with one eye shut and the other attempting to examine the mystery person. In all honesty, it didn’t help that he was already slightly tipsy. He would be useless as an eye witness.

“It’s me you idiot! Are you going to open MY door?”

“You sound like Drake, but you don’t look like him. How do I not know that you’re here to rob us by impersonating my bestie?”

“One. Do you think that I’d dress like this if I was going to rob you? Two... you are not my bestie Beaumont!”

“Wow! You’re really good at this whole Drake Walker act.”

“Just fucking let me in Maxwell, before I throttle you!”

“How much is Drake paying you? He would actually say something like that to me... okay, I’ll ask you a couple of questions. If you get them right you can come in Drake.” Empathising the name, Maxwell still wasn’t convinced that it really was Drake. His drunk mind wondered why he wouldn’t just use his key and allow himself in.

“What’s my middle name?”

“Percival.”

“Lucky guess. What’s my peacocks name back home?”

“Petunia. Now get the chain off and let me in!” Oh that’s why he couldn’t get in. I forgot that I put the chain on when me and Sophie first arrived. Doh! Safety first!

“Drake it is you!” No shit Sherlock. “You look a complete knobhead by the way. Welcome to Chateau A La Walker.”

“Leave the French talking to someone who can actually express the language, Max.”

“Colson?” Drake sighed looking at Willow. Knowing how ridiculous this whole situation was. “Drake?”

“Tonight Matthew I’m going to be Colson Baker- Machine Gun Kelly. I’ve even got some nail varnish so you can do what Megan does to him in that music video. I’ve got red, pink, purple, black........”

“Drake... I like him and his music. But I love you. I love you for you... why are you doing this?”

“Do you love me more than him and TikTok?” Now that is a predicament to be in. Hmmm...

“Of course I do, you idiot.”

“Thank fuck for that! This wig was itching me too much.” Relieved to finally take it off, he flung it onto the floor- not caring how much it had cost him to recreate somebody else’s look.

“You don’t suit blonde hair anyway. These tattoos are so realistic.” Willow smiled softly towards him.

“Erm....”

“Erm?”

“Well... the reason... that... they look so realistic.....”

“Oh my god you didn’t!”

“Well these ones are just stick on ones. I did have one done this morning- hence why I’m late. I’m sorry.”

“I NEED TO SEE THIS!”

“You will later..... I promise.”

“He’s probably had it done on his arsehole or something? Can’t be as bad as Maxwell’s ‘Turn Back Now’ Pennywise balloon tattoo above his ass.” Sophie suggested and explained with an oblivious Maxwell not understanding why suddenly he was the clown of the group. Drake couldn’t help but blush thinking about his surprise tattoo, in his mind it was ridiculous- he had regretted it as soon as it had began.

“Drake? Are you going to show me? It is my birthday after all...” Fluttering her eyelashes, he was done for. Simple gestures such as these turned him into a big ball of mush.

“Follow me to the bathroom. I’ll show you....” Stripping off out of the ‘rapper’ clothes that he had borrowed to complete his MGK look- he wrapped a towel around him in a flash. Not wanting to spoil the surprise immediately.

“So... don’t laugh, Lo. On the count of three- okay?” She couldn’t contain her excitment, being too eager and intrigued about the tattoo- she quickly whipped the towel away.

“Oh my god. You had a tattoo in honour of me.... Don’t you ever, criticise me for getting a tattoo. The peacock one- I was drunk. You had no excuse to get this. I might actually cry- with laughter. I love you, Drake Walker. Best birthday present EVER! I’ll get us both a drink. Come back into the kitchen when you’re ready.”

Not so little Walker- property of Willow ⬇️

Those words would now be permanently written across his pubic bone. Yes, it would be humiliating if anybody other than Willow found out the true extent of this tattoo. But what would be more embarrassing was if she was to reject his second surprise of the day now her name was on him for life.

#choices trr #theroyalromance #the Royal Romance a/u #drake walker #michiel huisman #drake walker x mc #drake x Willow #drakexwillow #birthday girl #birthday one shot #tw adult language #tw mention of sex #tw drunk #maxwell beaumont #oc Sophie #Maxwell x Sophie

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myinnersoul1412 · 4 years

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Hatori Novel Smexy scene 1

I'm not good at drawing, and I'm good at writing either so I hope this could somewhat serve at a present for fellow Domestica fans on Hatori’s birthday

Please note that it's translated by Google translate + a few more translator+ some common sense or interpretation so please take it with a grain of salt. I don't know Japanese beyond the basic characters but I'm just doing it because I love them so much

Even though the translation probably sucks, please don’t bring it anywhere since I spent a ton of time on it and just want to share.

Prior to this scene, Hatori and Yoshino were on a date at to collect materials for the manuscript. The setting is on Christmas’eve. They went to a Chinese restaurant to eat together, and while the food was good, Yoshino commented that Tori’s food was still better. During the meal, Hatori had to step outside for a work phone call because a newbie author (female, 2nd year college) wanted to ask his opinion on her storyboard.

Funny note: Hatori hated taking pictures but still posed as models for Yoshino to take pics anyway.

Some touching lines:

Speaking of the real intention, it is not without thinking that this convenient dream will be awakened by the sudden impetus. The end may come someday, but I'm still going to enjoy this happiness. Even if this comes to an end some day, now that you have enjoyed all this happiness, even if you wake up from a dream, you will never forget it.

(If I say this to Yoshino, the him from way before would have been stunned **)

He secretly smiles at his self-ridicule. Of course, he wants to be with Yoshino his whole life.

As long as he’s allowed to be by his side, he’s not going to leave.It's just that that feeling and his wish for Yoshino's happiness are a little different. In the unlikely event that Hatori’s presence could be a burden or have a negative effect, he intends to behave accordingly. It is a commandment to himself.

This smexy scenes comes after their date. Enjoy!

Because this year progress is not desperate, there are no assistants coming in and out, and Yanase should be stuck at the seinenshi’s sensei place.(T/N: magazine for young men)

“Well then. Don't stay up late today and go to bed early. Good luck with the manuscript tomorrow”

“…………”

For some reason, Yoshino didn't try to step out, even though Hatori tried to see him off at the branch road to his home. On the contrary, he was pinching Hatori’s coat and holding it down.

“Yoshino?”

Yoshino’s cheeks that were looking down were slightly red. It didn't look like he was drunk, but could it be the afterglow of alcohol?

“------You know. Normally, you wouldn’t go home on a day like this?”

“?”

He didn't understand what Yoshino was saying, and the former had a perplexed face. In response to such a dull reaction from Hatori, Yoshino stamped his feet on the ground.

“So! You're back from a date!”

I looked(T/N: look, but with eyes wide open) at Yoshino who raised his voice frustratingly. I couldn’t hide the surprise that Yoshino also perceived today as a date.

“What’s with that face! Even though you can add embarrassing scenes to a plot, what do you mean you can't do it in real life……”

Yoshino murmured the dissatisfying words. I rubbed my eyes to see if I was having a convenient dream, but it seemed to be reality.

“I want to confirm, that is to say ---”

“Read the mood in times like this!”

He held his breath against Yoshino who glared at him with a red face.

(This is……is it okay to accept the invitation……?)

In retrospect, today's Yoshino was somewhat strange from the beginning. I wondered if it might even snow, but I would be troubled if he got angry.

“Can I stay the night?”

“………”

When asked straight, Yoshino dyed red to his neck and nodded a little.

Both of them were silent on their way to Yoshino’s room. Every step I took made me feel more nervous. My body temperature gradually rose, even though the cold night breeze was brushing my cheeks.

“Ah? Where did I put the key?”

Yoshino panicked in front of the room. He was just looking at the pockets in his coat and trousers, and he seemed to be forgetting the bag on his shoulder.

“Is it there in your bag pocket?”

“R-right”

The fingers that opened the zipper were trembling. Yoshino, who had no sense of control, dropped the key. The sound of bumpy metal crashed into the hallway.

“I'll open it”

Hatori picked up the key and opened the front door. At that moment, Yoshino felt small and seemed to be holding his breath.

“Thank- thank you”

Open the door and encourage Yoshino to enter first. Yoshino’s movement walking in front of me started to feel more jerky.

“Um, do you want something to drink?”

The voice which asked the question was trembling too. Even though I was just nervous, it seemed like Yoshino's tension was infectious.

I guessed I should have gotten used to it, since we had already done it so many times, but I didn’t want to look so dismayed in front of the person I liked.

“No”

“Ah, then how about a shower?

“……Ah”

His pink nape caused the little amount of reason remaining in me to give away. I held Yoshino’s shoulders, turned him around, and strongly kissed him.

“Nnn……?”

Perhaps surprised by Hatori's brute force, Yoshino’s eyes were wide open. However, immediately, the body’s tension was released and his eyelids lowered. Eating his lips and twisting his tongue, Yoshino put his hands on Hatori's back. As the kiss deepened, the more they clung into each other.(T/N: literal translation is “the stronger the clinging force became”)

“Nnn,n,nn……”

Embracing Yoshino's body, which was gradually melting, I became absorbed and devoured his lips. Every time I entangled my tongue, I heard a wet sound. I teased his tongue which was trying to entangle awkwardly, and enjoyed the mouth that was hotter than usual. I wanted to continue more, but when I noticed Yoshino who seemed to be suffocating, I broke the kiss with the feeling that my back hair was getting pulled.

“……Stupid, we're still in the hallway”

Yoshino complained while being out of breath. Hatori strongly pulled Yoshino’s waist, who was glaring up at him with flushed cheeks, and whispered into his ear.

“It’s your fault for stirring me up(t/n: to stir up, to incite, to agitate). And you were responding, too”

“That, that was just conditioned reflex……”

“Is that so?”

“What do you want to say!”

“I didn’t say anything”

“There's something written all over your face”

It was a sulking look, but there was sweetness in the gaze (T/N: not very sure about this part). Towards Yoshino who showed a sullen face due to the embarrassment, sadistic desires were aroused.

“What is written, can you tell me carefully?”

“Eh?-----Uwa”

Heading to the bedroom while holding the waist, they fell into the bed entangled together.

“Oi Tori----------”

Fueled by Yoshino's moist eyes, he kissed him again as if he was being sucked in. He repeated the devouring kisses and ran his hands over Yoshino's clothes. While sighing and moaning into the sealed kiss, I pinned down and felt around/groped the thin body. Rolling up the inner knitwear, I touched his bare skin.

I managed to get rid of the coat, and I was frustrated by the difficulty of movement while loosening the belt, and realized that I had not even taken off my jacket yet.

(I really can't afford it)

Internally, Hatori laughed bitterly at his impatience. He roughly stripped off his coat and jacket, which normally would have been dutifully hung, and pulled out his tie.

“Hey, slow down a bit………”

“I can't”

“Then try harder!”

If you answered immediately, you would get a retort from Yoshino. When I stroked around the area where Yoshino’s ribs had previously floated, Yoshino stirred under Hatori. It was still a bit thin, but it had gained a lot of flesh after all my daily efforts.

“I'm deeply moved/very emotional that I've come to be able to grab it”

“Oi, hey, don’t rub it……!”

When Hatori grabbed his side, Yoshino wriggled ticklishly.

“Then, how about here?”

“Hya—”

He moved his hand further up, gently stroked the tip of his chest with the pad of his thumb, and then crushed it, a shrill voice escaped Yoshino's lips.The ticklish Yoshino was sensitive here too. When stimulated, it easily hardened.

“Ah, mmm, ouch, stupid, not so hard”

“You like it when it hurts, don't you?”

When you pinched it, the body jumped.

“Ahh, n,nnn……!”

When I knead it with some strength, it reddened like a fruit, and Yoshino rubbed his knees together as if frustrated. It looked like his nipples weren’t the only things getting hard.

When I forcibly split his knees and pressed my leg against his groins, I felt a hard tantalizing touch.

“Ugh.... ah, wait, ah, ah”

Rubbing it with your thigh made it even more tense. Hatori pushed down Yoshino's pants, which had been loosened at the waist. His underwear had changed color at some parts.

“You're already wet”

When I told him the fact, Yoshino turned red to his ears.

“W-Well, I'm not the only one... ah”

“Maybe so”

“Ah……!?”

He ran his index finger over the elastic of Yoshino’s underwear and lightly pulled it down, revealing a taut member. Hatori traced up the warped underside and scooped the moistened tip with his fingertips.

“Ahh, ah………”

When I wrapped my fingers around the whole cock and rubbed it gently, Yoshino let out a sweet and seductive/mellow voice. His appearance when clutching the bedsheet and enduring the pleasure was lovely.

(How cute/How lovely)

He was usually sloppy, and he was quick to whine, but at the root of Yoshino's character is a stubbornness that hated to lose. Once he had made a decision, no matter what, he was not going to change it.

“Yoshino, take that off”

“Get ready first, you idiot...”

While rebuking Hatori, Yoshino reached into a drawer on the sideboard. He found what he was looking for, and embarrassed to present something that could be used on him, he carelessly pressed it against my chest.

“Thank you”

The bottle of lotion and the box of contraceptives that he had ready were new. I wondered what kind of expression did Yoshino buy these things with.

Resisting the urge to pursue the answer, I took the content in the palm of my hand. Making sure to squeeze it and spread it all over my fingers, I wrapped around his excitement again.

“Hya……ah,ah……!”

When I made it slimy up and down, Yoshino's moan became even sweeter. After making it feel as tight as it could be, I probed behind with my wet fingers.

“Mmm,mm”

Yoshino sighed when I forcibly pushed my fingertips into the tightly closed place. He didn’t realize that he was tightening his limbs, but I pushed my fingers deeper and deeper.

“Ngh,nghh……”

Yoshino clenched his teeth as he endured the sensation of being probed inside his body. It was not originally designed to accept foreign substances, but he slowly got used to it as lotion was added several times along the way. Every time I pulled my finger in and out, a lewd squelching sound was heard.

“Ah…ah,ah……mm”

Yoshino's hands wandered around on the bed looking for something to cling to. Eventually, he grabbed a pillow and pulled it over to bury his face in it. Realizing that he didn’t want to let out his voice, I moved my fingers even more.

“Ah, ah, ah……!”

With increased fingers, I pushed hard against the inner wall and Yoshino's body jumped like a fish on land. I could tell that he was getting pleasure from the melting moans/charming moans.

I already knew all of Yoshino’s sensitive spots. I couldn’t afford to tease him today. Just tortured severely the spots where he would surely react.

“No, not only there, ahhh, ah!”

Yoshino wasn’t negative/contradictory about getting pleasure, but when he felt too good, he suddenly got scared. I could understand the uneasiness of feeling like I was no longer myself. But I had no intention of toning it down.(T/N: other possible meanings: keeping it moderate/mild)

“Aahh, no, ah, ah----!?”

The root of the arousal that was about to burst was tightened and the i that would have been risen was suppressed. Yoshino, who was going to be released, stared at Hatori with an agitated expression/ in turmoil.

“W-why……”

“You can hold it a bit more right?”

If I made him come first on a tiring day, he often fell asleep immediately after that. As expected, it would be a problem if that were to happen today. I was already painfully tense. It wouldn’t be easy to take care of it alone.

“You have to take responsibility for the invitation”

“Ahh……”

As I pulled out the fingers that were probing inside, a sweet, trembling voice escaped. I had feared it might still be a little tight, but my patience had already reached the limit.

“Are you ready?”(T/N: “Is it okay?”)

“……Do whatever you want”(T/N: ……Suit yourself”)

With Yoshino's permission, I pushed open his knees. I restlessly loosened my waist and pulled my excited self out from the underwear. I quickly put on the condom and when I fit into the prepared spot, the body temperature and pulsation were transmitted vividly.

“Ah------”

I pushed the tip in with a huff. Running out of patience, I shoved in mercilessly. Although it was still narrow/tight as he thought, but it had already learned Hatori’s shape and accepted him without refusal.

I secretly let out a sigh from the pleasure of being wrapped in the soft mucous membrane.

“Nghh……why……why is it so big……ngh”

Yoshino glared at me resentfully with teary eyes. This might be more of a whining rather than a complaint. I was embarrassed to be complained about the body’s physiological reaction. It wasn’t something that could be controlled by reason.

“Of course it's because I want you. There isn’t any guy who’s not excited about holding someone he loves”

“Idiot ......ngh”

It was unreasonable to be spit a verbal abuse at like that even though I answered his question. In a fit of anger, I forcefully pushed it to the root, and cloudy whiteness was scattered by the momentum/impetus/force.

“Ahh……ngh”

He seemed to have come just by stimulation at the back because he was made to endure it earlier. The bodily fluid overflowing from the explosion was scattered across the thin abdomen.

“I didn't say that you could come first right?”

“B-but……”

I wiped the overflowing bodily fluids with my fingers and treat Yoshino's arousal as if to smear it. I rubbed it hard, and it got tighter there with Hatori inside.

“Ahh, ah, no, I’m going to come again……”

“That won’t do. It's better if we come together right?”

“Yeah ... but ...ngh”

“You can't hold it for me?”

“Meany Tori……Uh, ah, ah, nghh, ngh!”

What Yoshino said not to do was the same as what he said he wanted you to do. The reaction inside changed depending on the intensity of the stimulus. As I was enjoying the change, I was complained to by Yoshino, who was on the verge of tears.

“No, idiot, don't play anymore……ngh”

“You want me to focus more here?”

“Ahngh!?”

I gave a hard shove at the place where our bodies connected.

“No, ahhh, ah, ah……ngh”

I put myself into the root and shook up our connected bodies. Every time I sent my hips in, Yoshino's body jolted and trembled. I grabbed Yoshino's waist and held him up, bending his back heavily, and stirred his lotion-soaked wet insides mercilessly.

“Ahhngh, ahh, no……ngh”

While greedily gouging out the tangled mucous membranes, I drilled into the back again and again. When I sent my hip into the right place, Yoshino gasped as if to cry. That voice and expression further fueled Hatori. Hatori threw off his self-control and thrust up Yoshino in his lust.

“Agh,ahh,ahhng,aah!”

At first, Yoshino was at my mercy, but gradually he started to move. It was unintentional, and probably unconscious. It was a pleasure that flew off all reasons, and he was trying to get more of it. Even if it was an act of instinct, it didn’t change what the expectation was.

What Yoshino wanted, I just gave him exactly that

(--------I’m really sly/cunning)

Every time I hold Yoshino like this, I felt indescribable elation and guilt.

All Yoshino must have had for Hatori, until the later revealed his hidden lust, were the feelings of comfort, friendship, and trust of a childhood friend. There might have been some sort of monopoly, but it probably wasn't that of love. I dragged Yoshino to this side, imposed my not-so-pretty desires on him, and instilled lust.

Even if Yoshino had had such experience, it was with the opposite sex and he was not in the receiving position. As a man, there must have been some confusion for him. Nevertheless, it was thanks to his generosity that he had accepted the position of being embraced on the receiving end.

He might not be aware of it himself, but Yoshino was the one who had the gut when the time came. Hatori's prudence was a mask to hide his mean, negative and cowardly self.

“Ah! Not there, no, aghn, ah, aghn!”

"Can't you say anything other than denial once in a while?"

“Sh-shut up…..nghh”

When I pointed out his lack of vocabulary, he glared at me with moist eyes. He usually had a face that didn’t seem to have anything to do with sexual things. But when he was embraced, he had such a face, so I couldn’t stand it. As I repeatedly thrust into the back, the connected part became loose. At that moment, I pulled myself out as much as I could and pushed it in.

“Aaahhh……ngh”

With each extraction, the voice that spilled out became sweeter and sweeter. As I continued to gouge out the tightly-clung inner walls, Yoshino's face became distorted with pleasure.

“You like it here right?”

“Yes, it feels good……nghh” (T/N: Alternative: I like it. It feels good)

The reason why I deliberately asked the question when reason had failed was because I could hear an honest answer now.

“Here?”

“Ughahh, ah,ah, ah….ngh”

Yoshino, who was writhing and gasping, was driven even harder. When he squirmed and swayed, the thin body slid up on the bed.

“No, nghh, agnh, ah, ah……!”

Vigorously pulling his hips closer and thrusting even deeper. Yoshino also tangled his legs around Hatori's waist and clung to his back. His lips came close to mine as if a pleading from Yoshino. Biting and kissing, I devoured on the impulse/urge.

“Nn,n,n,nn……ngh”

As I rocked my hips with our bodies close together, Yoshino's erection, which was overflowing with semen, rubbed against my abdomen. It seemed that the limit was already in sight.

When I parted my lips, there was a face right there that looked like it was about to burst into tears.

“Tori……ngh, already, I’m coming, please……nghh”

In the blink of an eye, a single tear fell from Yoshino's eyes. I thought I'd tease him more, but I changed my mind on that expression.

“I know”

Immediately, I increased the pace and caught up with Yoshino.

“Ahh, ahh, ah……ngh”

“-------Chiaki”

“AH-----!?”

After an intense urging, they came almost simultaneously. Yoshino's lower abdomen quivered intermittently, overflowing with white turbidity.

“Ah, nn……ngh”

Then, after Hatori poured all the proof of his desire into Yoshino, he also pulled himself out. We remained silent, waiting for the heat to recede from our bodies. As I closed my eyes and surrendered to the pleasant exhaustion, Yoshino opened his mouth with rough breathing.

“……I've been meaning to tell you this for a while”

“Hm?”

“It’s foul play to call my name like that!”

Yoshino caught his breath, then paused, and grudgingly complained in Hatori's ear.

Personal notes: Hatori’s monologue is so sad omgg...the scene is like both sexy and hurt at the same time...what a writer

#Yoshino Chiaki #Hatori Yoshiyuki #Sih Domestica #I love them so much #SIH #sekaiichi hatsukoi

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princessanneftw · 4 years

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It's a late valentine's present from me to all the single people like me who don't celebrate it and to the others too 😉. PS: you should listen to "Amo Soltanto Te" by Andrea Bocelli and Ed Sheeran to read this fanfic.

Amo Soltanto Te ❤️

It was Beatrice and Eduardo's wedding. The ceremony was beautiful, the bride's beauty was breathtaking, the groom looked handsome and so much in love. Now they were all in the Buckingham Palace gardens where the reception was being held and which was delightfully decorated. Guests were sitting at round tables while at the long table were the newlyweds, sitting with their parents, siblings and grandparents. Of course, Her Majesty and Prince Philip didn't want to miss their granddaughter’s wedding, and as the Prince said: "It may be the last wedding we could attend, and certainly the last one of one of the grandchildren. We must enjoy it when we can Lilibet.”

It was sad, but the truth nevertheless. They even agreed to stay after the first dance.

As for Anne, she was sitting at a table with her husband, her remaining brothers and their spouses.

The happy couple got up and went to the dancefloor and as the music began, Anne noticed Andrea Bocelli on the stage where the musicians were as he started singing.

È troppo tempo che

Non siamo soli io e te

She felt her husband taking her hand under the table and caressing it with his thumb. She looked at him and he smiled softly. She returned his smile and looked back at her niece dancing with the man she loves to that song.

Of course she remembered the song. How couldn't she?

It was December 12th 2018, 8:35PM and she was stuck in her car in traffic on her way home back to Gatcombe Park. Why didn't she take the helicopter, you say? That's because she hates to fly at night by helicopter and she was too confident that there wouldnt be a lot of traffic. “Of course the traffic is light at night in London on a week evening," she thought sarcastically. Maybe she could've stayed in her apartment at St. James’ Palace but again she didn't want to, because her dear husband was at Gatcombe and today was their anniversary and she promised she wouldn’t miss it even if it took her to drive from her last engagement directly home and not to change beforehand. The last engagement was a dinner at the Fishmongers Hall and she was still wearing her navy blue dress that she knew Tim loved on her. “Talk about killing two birds with one stone", she thought, but seeing that the traffic was barely moving, she would never be home by midnight.

Finally, 30 minutes later they were out of traffic, and her chauffeur was driving the car as he should. Anne prayed that her husband would be still awake when she arrived.

It was 2 hours later when the car parked at the house. She got out and looked up at their bedroom windows. No lights. He must be asleep already, she sighed, disappointed. When finally inside, she went to Tim's study in the hope of finding him there. Unfortunately not in his study either. She dragged herself to the bedroom and turned on her bedside lamp. Again, no Tim sleeping on the bed. She sighed heavily and sat on the bed. “Where's Tim? Maybe he is upset and went to sleep in one of the guestrooms? It's not like him to just disappear from their bedroom even after having a fight or a disagreement. He always slept in their bed.”

She was taken out of her musing by the sound of footsteps. She looked up only to find her husband smiling at her.

"Hello there. I thought you wouldn't make it in time, although I'm happy you're finally home.” He said kissing her then sitting beside her.

She looked at him in disbelief. “You’re not angry I’m late? Even though I promised to come back early?"

"Angry?! No of course not. If you missed it I would maybe get a little upset, slightly mind you, but otherwise no, not angry." He threw his arm around her shoulders and hugged her closer to his chest. "Anne, I know you value your work and wouldnt want to miss it, and I know that you value our relationship too, and I also know you hate night flights, especially by helicopter." He teased and they both chuckled at that. "I would never be angry with you Annie." He placed a kiss on her head. “Now, as you are here, all beautiful and regal, shall we have dinner? Eh? I don't want to think that I dressed up in vain.” Indeed he was dressed very smartly: black tuxedo, a crisp white shirt and a bow tie. “Lead the way," she responded.

Tim took her to their private dining room where the table was set for two, lit candles surrounding them and soft music playing in the background.

"You went to all this trouble for me? For us?" She asked.

"Of course. It's our anniversary, isn't it? Every year you did all of this for me, whenever we could celebrate together you're the one surprising me, or we used to go to restaurants other times. This year I thought why not stay athome and I'll surprise my lovely, hardworking wife? Although if it was up to me, I'd celebrate in May." He said after helping her to her chair and setting in his.

"Why in May? Every year you say the same thing and when I ask you just smile.”

Tim smiled again. “Because in May 32 years ago, I discovered I was head over heels over you,” he answered, taking her hand and kissing her palm.

Anne only smiled back lovingly and caressed her husband's cheek.

He unveiled their dinner. Mushroom soup as a starter, seafood for the main and a dessert of chocolate fondant, and drinks.

They ate while chatting softly after they finished. Tim took out a box from his jacket, opened it and presented it to her. Inside it was a delicate diamond and blue sapphire bracelet.

"You are spoiling me Tim.” She said. “Your gift is in my bag upstairs."

He got up from his chair, went to her and put the bracelet on her wrist. "If I don't spoil my soulmate, who would I spoil? And you shouldn't get me a gift, you are the most precious gift." He adjusted the bracelet and after a kiss, he went to change the music. Classical music started then Andrea Bocelli’s voice echoed through the dining room.

"Would you grant me this dance?" Tim asked. She nodded and he took her in his arms swaying gently to the music. "It took me a month to learn it. Amo soltanto te, darling. I will only love you." He said singing softly in her ear. Even if she didn't understand a thing in Italian, she felt it deep in her heart and bones. They kept swaying around the room even after the song ended, happy in each other's arms.

Back in the present, she looked again at her husband's face and smiled, mouthing: "I only love you.” He smiled back at her, obviously remembering the same thing as her, then he lifted an eyebrow and started clapping. She looked at the dancefloor and of course, the young couple had finished their dance. She clapped alongside her husband and the other guests.

"Young love is beautiful, isn't it?” Said Sophie.

"It certainly is.” Added Camilla

"It is not about young or old love, it's about finding the right one who will only love you.” said Tim then looked at his wife. Amo soltanto te, indeed.

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OHEMGEEEEEE

What a lovely belated birthday present for me! This is so so sweet. Tim being romantic af and spoiling his wifey is my aesthetic. Plus they’re always extra cute with extra heart eyes at weddings and I always wonder if they are thinking back to their own life together, and this is a lovely example of the kind of thing I mean 😭 Also it’s highly likely Andrea will sing at their wedding and that their first dance will be to an Italian song and if it is, I’ll just take it that this has happened lol

Thank you for this lovely submission 💕

#fANNEfiction #i am unable to even #sweetnesss #i will go down with this ship #one tol romantic cinnamon roll #submission

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Midnight Society

Sixth installation of The Hearteyes Zone, a supernatural series of one-shots.

Under the moon, it was a chilly night. The type of chill to sneak up under your skin and chill your bones. The small party of six gathered at the old abandoned graveyard slightly outside of Wakandan borders where four out of six had voted to hold their monthly story time meeting.

"Happy Halloween," Okoye's mischievous dark eyes flashed in front of the campfire's flame where unmarked graves were illuminated.

"Happy Halloween," the group replied as she looked from face to face. Bright red lipstick was smeared across Okoye's white painted face in a smile. Blue triangles shaded her eyes. Her applied wig was sprayed green and she wore an orange pants suit. Each of the six were dressed in costume and most of them were easy to guess. Baku was Prince the African version in his curly wig, white shoes, purple suit and white blouse. The blouse was new, but he'd already had that purple suit, Okoye noted. Nakia, she was obviously Freddy Kreuger in her striped sweater, hat, brown pants, and bladed gloves. T'Challa however, his costume was unclear. He wore suit and his hair was spray-painted grey. "Who are you supposed to be," Okoye asked.

"My father," he replied, body rigid with pride.

"Tuh," Okoye's sarcasm let out before turning to Erik. "And you are?"

"I'm Rick James, bitch!" His wig read Egyptian to her, but otherwise she couldn't say she knew who that was. "I knew y'all wouldn't get it," his eyes rolled.

"I get it, I've seen the gifs," Eliza smiled as Erik's eyes settled on her.

"I take it you're from a horror movie as well," Okoye asked looking at Eliza's black wig braided into two long pigtails. She wore a conservative black collared dress and black tights with school girl patent leather shoes. "Or a period piece perhaps from Europe or the US."

"The Addams Family. It's a US movie franchise."

Erik smiled.

"Let's start with the story on this graveyard," Baku suggested. "Why here?" It was he and T'Challa who had objected.

"Ah," Okoye smiled drumming on a plastic pumpkin in her lap, she lifted out a handful of fine dust sprinkling it onto the flames. "The story of this graveyard is one that I along with Nakia and T'Challa know very well. It is a place of powerful spiritual activity. Be very careful of what you say here. The dead have been known to be vengeful."

"Umakhulu warned me not to come," Nakia shimmied in gleeful rebellion. "This is the site of the Ugandan massacre that occurred 88 years ago. It was during the ritual of blood and animal sacrifice. The Juju sect had their chickens and cursed medallions with plans to manipulate evil forces in the takedown of the Biju village. But one Juju child alerted his young friend of the Biju and that child spoiled the plans. The Juju was slaughtered mid-ceremony right here.. including the young Juju boy," Nakia spoke unblinking as the camp seemed to hold their breath. "This is blood soaked soil," she whispered deliberately.

"Which is why I did not want to disturb it," T'Challa threw his hand up in irritation.

Okoye kissed her teeth playfully. "Oh calm yourself, we've been respectful. Haven't we, Nakia?"

"No false word has gone forth," she blinked with a sly smirk.

"Well I'm freaked out," Erik shrugged. "I don't typically mess with shit like this, my granny was a Baptist."

"I don't tamper with malevolent spirits either," Baku's lips pursed, expression unimpressed. "This one's a true story," he grinned shining his flashlight onto his round brown face turning it a ghastly pale color. "It was a chilly October night, October 28th. Like today. Karen Taylor was driving a minivan I think it was.. yeah because she had four children, twin girls and two boys, all under 10."

"Did you Google this?" Erik's brow rose. He'd only been part of the story circle for four months but he knew that the objective was to tell scary stories, not tales of everyday unfortunate situations. "A minivan story?" Erik frowned unimpressed.

"I can't lie, I thought the same when I heard 'Karen'," Eliza snickered gently looking at Baku in still humoured apology. Blinking dryly, he continued.

"So the Korean-American Karen is on the road in America and she's driving to her half black half-Korean sister Stella's house to spend Halloween because it's also Stella's birthday and she typically has a large-scale celebration... Well for American traditions anyway."

"Right," Erik comments reminding Baku that an American is present.

"So, Karen and her four children.. They've gotten three fourths of the way to Stella's home which is in a different city and Karen finally looks up into the rearview mirror to see if the kids are asleep because they've been quiet for a while."

"She just now checks," Erik interjects. "She's a horrible parent."

"Erik.... Shut up," Okoye stares.

"Karen looks at each one of her children who are each in the back but something is very strange. They're all wide awake and watching her closely. Karen is shaken by this uncharacteristic behavior. At first she tries to talk to them to figure out their strange behavior. She even asks them multiple times.. why are they staring? But they don't answer. They don't blink or move. It's as if they're barely even breathing. There is only one thing that they do.. and that is smile. Not the smile of children, but the smile of predators in the wild. They are threatening, mocking smiles. Full of fear, Karen begins to make parental threats. No candy, early bedtime. No videogames. No going out ever. She even threatens to turn the van around. They still stay nothing and the car is eerily silent. It gets so silent that Karen is now deathly afraid. She pulls over on the side of the road and turns in her seat. The children's eyes, they look beady and their blinks... they are synchronized. She tries to force them into talking. She pinches them in attempt to make them move. She watches their chests for them to rise and fall. They don't. Her fear increases. She calls Stella to let her know she's pulled over, but Stella sounds surprised to hear from her.. terrified even. "Who is this," Stella asks. Karen says, "Stella... It's me, your sister," and tells her she's on the way over with the kids. The sister goes silent and suddenly Karen's phone beeps with a message. It's a photo from an unknown number.. of her and her kids. They are playing in the living room of Stella's house. "I don't remember this," Karen said trying to place the day. She checked the timestamp. October 28th. "Okay who is this really," Stella asked before yelling at someone in the background. It sounded like she'd named Karen's child, but that was impossible. "Karen, I'll watch Joey. You clean up after Hannah upstairs." "You betcha," a voice replied sending a chill up Karen's spine. It sounded exactly like her. The kids in the background... they sounded like her own children. "Who is that," Karen panicked into the phone. "My sister and her kids," Stella replied. "Whose this?" Karen looked at her kids in the van. They were all smiling. "Stella... I don't know who is in your house but it's not us. I'm parked on the side of the road." Karen exited and backed away from her van as her children grinned unnaturally, watching her leave. "Stella. Please. That's not me. You had a crush on Greg in 8th grade. He told you you were nice but he didn't see you that way. You cried for two days." There was silence on the line. "Stella, my birthmark is on my left ear." "Hold on," Stella said. Karen waited and when Stella spoke again, her voice was full of pure fear. "Karen?" She whispered. "Yes! It's me!" Stella began breathing harder. "Karen if this is really you... then who am I looking at?" The line went dead. "Stella? Stella??" Karen left the kids and called an uber to get to Stella's house. Unfortunately, when she got to her sister's house, no one was there. Karen called all over the house, but nothing. Then she saw it... her sister's dead body on the kitchen floor. She was white as a sheet. The police got involved and determined the cause of death to be murder, taking Karen as the prime suspect. Karen admitted to abandoning her kids on the street, but the police told her that she had no kids. It turned out... she'd never had kids."

"So she was crazy," T'Challa's head tilted in confusion.

"Had to be," Erik added.

"Reports showed sanity," Baku smiled.

"Fake," Erik bleated.

"It's true I read about it in a journal of odd police cases," Baku smirked. "Shuri printed and binded them for me."

"What journal? What's the title," Erik challenged. "See it's bullshit."

"Or do you want it to be bullshit," Eliza whispered conspiratorially, Erik squinting playfully in her direction.

"Bullshit," he mouthed. "I need a beer," he yelled standing from his spot on the folding chair and rounded the circle to grab a craft beer from the cooler.

"He's scared," Okoye mouthed to the group when Erik wasn't watching. Baku nodded, aware, and a small humored smile lit Nakia and T'Challa's face. Eliza smiled, thinking it somewhat cute.

"Why don't you give us a story, Erik," Okoye smiled with her eyes following him back to his seat.

"Hm. Y'all want a story from me."

"It's time," T'Challa smirked. "Wow us with your Americanized ghost stories."

"One dark night, there was a panther and a jaguar. The jaguar beat the panther's ass and tossed him over a cliff, how's that?"

"Your tone.. it's very pointed," T'Challa chuckled, amused. "I do know that story and the panther came back to kill the jaguar. Funny how Americans change the narratives of actual events."

"Funny how you missed the part about the panther getting its blackass beat with a tree branch in a graveyar--"

"Enough you two! Time to pass the sand to Eliza. Eliza, you go," Okoye nodded with eye contact. Erik grabbed the pumpkin tossing his handful of sand before passing it to Eliza whose close lipped smile met his gaze.

Eliza adjusted her black twin braids over her shoulders and looked around the circle before giving the tiniest smile, a look of confidence that had the party members' full attention.

"This tale," she spoke slowly, "Is the tale of six people who did not know that they were not real." Her smile spread, as she grabbed her handful of sand and sprinkled it into the fire. "Three strong men and three fierce women, all warriors, gathered at the sight of an abandoned graveyard on soil soaked in the blood of witches," she smirked watching Baku's brows tilt down. "They called themselves The Mystery Society."

Okoye's eyebrows rose in interest and she looked to Nakia exchanging a glance as Nakia wore an expression of playful scrutiny.

"Every month, the six would meet to regale each other with the most horrible and unsettling stories over a crackling campfire. Interesting right? Little did they know that they themselves were characters in a story, their lives, their thoughts, and every waking moment on display to the eyes of readers."

Erik shrugged while T'Challa raised a brow.

"The thing about this story is that it is actually a true story. Neither of the six truly existed as people. The world that they lived in, was not real.. but a bastardization of the real world based on the interpretation of writers. Wakanda.. was not real, but a mythical country created to house these fictional characters. Even more... Every day the six would eat, sleep, drink, speak, and think unaware of the fact that they were never alone. There was always a pair of eyes watching them in their midst vulnerable and powerful moments. In their so-called secrecy. These watchful eyes could read their thoughts which were laid out on paper, read the words in print as they were spoken, visualize their behavior as they acted out what they believed to be destiny. In reality, the story had already been written, their every move already mapped."

"The fuck," Erik smirked, eyes fixed on Eliza. She met his eyes with a smirk of her own.

"The six were completely unaware of the all-seeing eyes that were there, watching, constantly. When Erik cried alone in an apartment in California before retrieving his father's journal from some type of chest, the eyes were there, taking his side."

Erik's eyes emptied of warmth, a chill in them. He'd never told anyone that.

"The eyes saw when Okoye considered death on behalf of the throne. They witnessed the moment when she put loyalty to a leader above loyalty to her country and cheered when she rededicated her heart to Wakanda. "

Okoye stared crytically.

"The eyes were there when Nakia and T'Challa kissed. When he proposed in the market only to be rejected."

"Who told you this," T'Challa's head tilted.

"The eyes, they saw T'Challa when he almost killed a man for vengeance. For his father's sake and memory. He spared that man.

"T'Challa," Nakia whispered. He waved to show her he was indeed fine, although his face was full of confusion and questions.

"The eyes see it all... M'Baku. When you rescued T'Challa from the snow and didn't take the herb for yourself. When T'Challa spared you during your waterfall fight for the throne telling you that your tribe needed you."

"No one could've heard that," T'Challa said softly looking to M'Baku who looked unsure of what to say.

"Is this true," Nakia inquired watching T'Challa, taking her answer from the silence.

"The six did not believe that they were characters in a book because the world felt real. They didn't know that a writer was constructing their story. Every word they said and every movement they made came from the stroke of a keyboard.. a paragraph of text. The six were only alive in idea and that was the truth that neither of them wished to accept."

Okoye squinted uncomfortably as each of the party members looked at each other, exposed. "Where did you learn this about us," she asked.

Eliza smirked as she stood to her feet. Taking the gazes of the group along with her, she walked backwards avoiding raised sticks in the ground. As she stood amongst the graves, the sky began to cloud and fog came down to wrap her in mystery. Faintly, the outline of ghostly figures surrounding her became more and more clear. Eliza began to raise her arms as the dead walked around her.

The five still seated at the fire, sat completely still, on their guard. Terror was etched into their wide eyes.

"You ask where I learned this," Eliza yelled, her voice projecting. She pointed a finger toward the camp and the decayed body of a young boy marched forward, his feet dragging and twisting to take him where he'd been directed. He had a book in hand which he held out, stopping in front of Erik.

Erik's eyes were wide, shock preventing him from moving initially. Overcoming his body, he raised his hands and his forearms moved. Gingerly, he took the book and the boy turned around slowly, dragging himself back into the swarm of the dead surrounding Eliza.

"As you can see," she smiled, "My dear, I'm already dead. But the dead tell no lies dear friends. Read for yourself your beginning and your end."

The dead turned all at once to face the camp and on Eliza's command, they ran forward. The five stood quickly, raring themselves to fight the unexpected battle with wide eyes and raised weapons pulled from hidden places.

Just as Erik swung his sword and Nakia attempted to plunge her blade into the stomach of a man, the hoard vanished into thin air and fog. There was no one left and Eliza was gone.

What remained was the book. Erik stared at it before deciding to lift the cover.

"Stop," Baku called. "It could be cursed."

Erik hesitated, eyes darting to the dirt and back to the book, temptation teasing him. Baku shook his head when Erik caved, opening the book. He read through the first page. It was a manuscript. A story about six people in a graveyard on Halloween telling scary stories.

"All of our names are in this," he said, incredulous. He flipped ahead.

"It has everything we've said... word for... word," he frowned reading the sentence as he said it.

"What? Let me see," Baku peered over his shoulder seeing his very sentence recorded along with his behavior. He backed away, new fear on his face.

Erik flipped ahead to the end, his eyes going wide. "According to this, at the end of this story, the five never truly accept the truth, that they're fictional characters and nothing is real. It would unravel them." As he looked from face to face, the faces looked away.

"I can't deal with this," T'Challa sighed. "Now this is bullshit. I'm going home."

"I'll go with you," Okoye jumped up.

"Good idea," Nakia followed.

Erik looked at the pages. It was all there. Baku took the book from his hand and closed it gently before tossing it. It flew away a good distance, becoming lost in the trees.

"Don't focus on that," he frowned patting Erik's shoulder. "It doesn't matter. Alternate universes are real, but that does not permit you to stop living in your own. Put it from your mind."

Following after the group who were far ahead, Baku walked forward, stopping to turn back to Erik.

Erik remained in the same spot, eyes flitting subtly in the direction the book was thrown. He was very curious.

However, he understood very well what Baku was saying and the importance of those words. Deep down, he agreed. It wasn't smart to tamper with worlds or even the future. Closing his eyes briefly, he took a step and Baku waited to see what he would do.

Baku watched as Erik took step after step in the general direction of the book, saying nothing. And then Erik stopped.. bent down.. and grabbed the cooler of drinks.

With a knowing look, Erik caught up to Baku whose eyes shined. Silently they met up with the others to leave the old graveyard making a pact to never return.

#original #the hearteyes zone #midnight society #black panther fanfiction

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