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tojisbbg · 8 months

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𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬

❝you're exciting, boy, come find me; your eyes told me, "girl, come ride me".❞

♡ geto suguru ♡

a/n: was scrolling through twitter and stumbled across yunonoai's new geto piece here. i love the roommates idea and decided to write a quick little smutfic for him ;)

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

content: roommate!geto suguru x fem!reader, modern au, smut, fluff/crack, not edited.

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"yes, satoru." geto sighed, pressing his phone to his ear before raising his shoulder to hold it in place, one of his hands filled with grocery bags while the other dug inside his pocket to fish for the house keys.

"you're so rude, suguru. it's been so long since i've talked to you, i feel like i'm gonna die from lung cancer." gojo dramatically whined on the other side of the line, making geto roll his eyes.

"i just got home from work and we literally talked last night." he deadpanned, making gojo huff in discontent.

"that's still too long." the white haired man snickered.

"gay ass." geto mumbled under his breath, finally unlocking the door as he twisted the knob to enter.

"i have a girlfriend! unlike you. you're my bro, it's always bros before hoes." gojo poetically recited, half of his words flying out of geto's other ear as the man had a long day at work.

"surprised you got one before me." he yawned, slipping out of his sneakers to slip on his house slipper. geto distanced his phone away from his ear momentarily.

"y/n, i'm home." geto announced, but there was no response heard back from you.

"hater, you're just mad that my dick is better than yours. anyways, wanna grab dinner together? i need to tell you about what happened in my morning class today, i nearly busted my lungs out from laughing." gojo offered, already laughing midway through his sentence because he's a whole clown.

"some other time, i'm gonna cook dinner for y/n tonight." geto declined, walking inside the living room, tossing his keys on the sofa.

"feed her your dick instead."

"shut the fuck up."

"y'all didn't fuck yet?"

"hanging up, talk to you later." with that being said, geto could hear gojo about to protest, but he was quick to press the red button to end his conversation with the annoying man. he set the bags of groceries down on the counter, rubbing his temple in annoyance.

geto noticed how you weren't in the living room nor in the kitchen, where he usually finds you around this time. curiosity piques his attention, walking over to your room.

as he inched closer to your door, geto could hear soft whimpers and groans exiting your room. his eyebrows knitted in confusion... until he stood in front of your closed door.

"nghh~ feel so good, suguru."

"f-fuck, just like that!"

"ahhh~ need your cock inside my pussy, sugu."

"i-i'm gonna cum!! oh my go-god!"

geto's eyes widened at the mentioning of his name slipping out of your mouth in such a lewd manner. you were masturbating to the thought of him. he could feel heat creep up to his cheeks, bringing a hand up to his face to cover his mouth as he continued to hear your moans.

"shit." geto mumbled to himself, feeling his pants tighten as a tent now formed around his crotch area. he was so fucking hard just by hearing you whine for him like a bitch in heat.

eventually, your voice died down, red alarm signals going off inside his head. geto quickly left from his spot as quietly as he could, heading back inside the kitchen.

he had a silly little plan that he wanted to execute on you.

so, he continued on with taking out the groceries, as if he heard nothing; gathering all the things he needed to make a quick home-cooked dinner tonight. a little smirk painted over his lips, hearing your door creak open before hearing your footsteps.

geto looked up, meeting your eyes, as you were startled to see the man whose name you were moaning a few minutes ago appear in your shared kitchen. he gave you a small wave before going back to his work of chopping some veggies on the cutting board, some other things already sizzling in a pot next to him.

you quickly cleared your throat, offering him a nervous smile as you played with the hem of your t-shirt.

"o-oh, you're back home so soon, sugu." you stammered out, leaning over the counter as you watched him stir the pot, his broad back turned to you as his hair was wrapped into a neat bun.

"mhm, got off of work early today to get groceries." he responded, looking back at you as he took note of your flushed face and disheveled hair.

you looked like someone just fucked your entire existence out of you.

you chewed on your bottom lip as you began to overthink, trying to recall if you'd heard the main door open during your little private session. but, your mind was absolutely fucked out during that time, only being fogged by the dirty thoughts of geto plunging his cock inside of you instead of your pathetic fingers.

oh god... did he hear you?

the thought of him catching you moaning his name while pleasuring yourself created a huge wave of shame and embarrassment, colliding straight at you as you turned even more red. geto, who was peacefully cooking, could sense your panic as his smirk grew.

"i'll be in the living room." you quietly informed, dashing out of the kitchen where he was making a heavenly concoction, the aroma of different spices already welcoming your senses.

but, unfortunately, you had bigger things to worry about than the raging appetite in your stomach.

you sat on the couch, trying to knock some self-assurance into your anxious mind. you took in a deep breath, falling into your own train of thoughts.

surely, if geto were to hear you, he'd probably feel at least a little weird about it, right? like probably give you some weird stares, side eye you or like maybe not even talk to you???

yeah, you were freaking out.

you lightly smack your cheek, bringing yourself back. you convinced yourself that geto didn't hear you, he was still chopping veggies and loading the fridge when you walked out. this meant that he had to arrive after you were done.

besides, he was acting pretty normal with you.

you sunk into the couch, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you tried to shoo away your thoughts. you've been roommates with geto for about two years now, the both of you meeting in your organic chemistry class during the first year of college.

you were still living with your parents, while he was living with his best friend, gojo. however, you soon decided that it was time for you to break away from your parents' protective shell, wanting to experience true adulthood and independence.

and for geto... well, gojo was a handful to live with, in short.

so, you both met by fate, sitting next to each other in the painfully boring and difficult class. about a month passed and you guys grew pretty close to each other, frequently partnering up for experiments and mini projects; which were done primarily over his place since gojo was barely home after sunset.

you were apartment hunting during that time, which was so hard as the rent was outrageous, especially near campus. when geto heard your little rant about it, he offered to be your roommate so that the rent wouldn't be so burdensome on you.

of course, you agreed without hesitation because the man was so incredibly nice. geto was a gentleman, every single good trait and positive word that exists in the dictionary could be used to describe his personality.

needless to say, you were not disappointed. he was clean, organized and responsible. geto paid his rent on time, did the groceries on days where it was his turn and sometimes on your days as well when he sees you stressed out. he cooks dinner for you both frequently since your cooking is very limited, if not, takeout is always there as a solution.

geto made sure to kill any bug, big or small, that threatened you; especially in the summer heat when those fuckers slipped in through the window. he was your knight in shining armor, whacking them dead with his slipper.

not to mention that it's rewarding to see such a hot man in your house every day after a depressing eight hours of lecture plus work. there was no denying the fact that geto suguru was incredibly attractive, and he was extremely popular amongst the female students as well.

on really hot summer days, you'd see him in skimpy tight tank tops, the fabric hugging his slutty narrow waist while deliciously exposing his muscular arms. his beautiful luscious black hair resting a little below his shoulder.

oh, and of course, he smelled so fucking good.

a mix of coconut from the shampoo he uses along with the scent of expensive cologne and his body wash.

with all these factors coming into play, having a silly little crush on geto suguru was quite reasonable to you.

"you feeling sick, y/n? your face seems flushed." the sudden intrusion of geto's voice awoke you from your trance, looking up at him as the man stood in front of you. he looked down at you with a concerned look, the back of his hand coming up to touch your forehead.

"hm, no fever." he concluded, eyeing you for an answer.

"oh, it's 'cause i just woke up from a nap and it was super hot in my room." you lied, making him cock an eyebrow.

"hot? it's the middle of november." geto snorted, making you mentally wince because you were slowly getting caught in your lie.

"the heater was on blast in my room." you defended, making him cross his arms over his chest as he looked like he was thinking really hard.

"weird, could've sworn i made sure to lower the temperature on the thermostat before leaving this morning. oh well." he shrugged, deciding to not pick on you anymore as he took a seat on the sofa in front of you.

you let out a sigh of relief, thanking god that he dropped his interrogation with you. your eyes followed his body, watching him plop on the sofa as he leaned back, shifting his hips forward before manspreading.

holy.

fuck.

you ogled at the sight, shamelessly eye-fucking him as your mind began to mentally strip him. almost immediately, your eyes fell on his lap, seeing the prominent bulge in his sweats. of course, geto's eyes noticed your staring, biting back a grin as his plan was working.

"you know, it's not nice to stare, sweetheart." geto playfully snickered, the petname that was directed to you sent heat between your legs, making your thighs clench together.

fuck, he made you feel so hot and bothered.

"i-i.." your words were stuck in your throats as you met his piercing onyx colored eyes, watching him give you a half-lidded smirk.

"hm? can't hear you from there, why don't you come over here and tell me." he patted his thigh, inviting you to sit on his lap. your eyes were the size of two full moons as you never expected to experience this side of geto.

either way, who were you to decline this gorgeous man's invite?

so, without hesitation, you got up from your spot and walked over to him. the both of you locked eyes, with you now standing in between his legs. geto's arms laced around your waist, pulling you down on his lap as you placed your legs on either sides.

as you pressed down against his lower half, you felt something poke your ass, making you gasp. geto chuckled, moving your hair away from your neck, exposing the skin.

"gonna help me take care of that, y/n?" geto whispered, pressing open mouth kisses on your neck, making you whimper as you wrapped your arms around his neck. you grind your hips on his hard on, earning a groan from him.

you felt his tongue swipe against your skin before feeling his teeth digging in ever so lightly, sucking the flesh. you let out a shaky breath, feeling him kiss, suck and lick all over your neck.

"s-sugu.." you stutter out, biting your lower lip to contain a shameless moan that itched to leave your throat. geto pulled away, looking up at you with lust clouded eyes. his hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling you towards his face as he crashed his lips against you.

geto could taste the sweetness of your fruity flavored lip balm, feeling his lips smoothly mold into yours. you sucked on his lower lips before giving it a soft lick, telepathically asking him to open his mouth, which he did. so, you shoved your tongue in his mouth, wet smooching sounds radiating off of you two.

he tasted like mint, so fresh and sweet. your hands cupped his face, angling your face in a way that you could kiss him deeper, his fingers dancing on your spine. you felt the wet muscle intertwine with yours, making you suck his tongue as you rubbed your clothed cunt against his bulge.

geto moaned in your mouth, the impact of your warm cunt against his painfully clothed cock sent waves of pleasure to his brain. you both soon pulled away, gasping for air as a string of saliva was connected to the both of your lips.

"can i help you with this?" you softly asked, pressing down on his cock once again, eliciting a gruff groan from him. geto looked at you, your eyes were practically pleading him, lashes innocently batting as you oh so politely asked him.

"of course you can, sweetheart." geto replied, making your heart jump to your throat as you eagerly slid out of his lap, now sitting on your knees in between his legs. with attentive eyes, he watched your hands tug down his sweats, which he helped you with.

it was adorable how impatient you were, so excited to have a taste of his cock. you've seen geto shirtless on multiple occasions, eyes always never failing to catch the deep v-lines that ran down the side of his body.

so, it meant that he definitely had a monstrously huge cock hiding in those tight calvin klein boxers.

you wasted no time in pulling down the waistband of his boxers, hand reaching in to grab his cock. however, as soon as you felt the sheer length and girth of it, unable to properly grasp it in your hand; you harshly gulped.

fuck, he was hung.

by the looks of your hesitation, geto's ego immediately jumped a whole tower up, leaning his head back against the sofa as he wrapped his arms behind his head.

you pulled his boxers down, his hard cock springing out and hitting his stomach, your eyes widening at the sight. he was huge and thick, standing no less than a good seven to eight inches in length. the tip of his cock was a cute blush color, leaking out so much precum as a single prominent vein ran on the underside of his cock.

you wrapped your hand around his cock, giving it a few teasing pumps, making him grunt as the soft flesh of your palms did wonders on him. your thumb cheekily made it's way up to his tip, circling it as the pad of your thumb became coated with his precum.

geto jolted at this sudden action, looking down at you with an expression that was so beautiful and arousing.

"f-fuck, why don't you give it a little kiss, baby." he requested, making you hum as you pressed a feather-light kiss on his tip, feeling the small bead of the wet liquid on your lips. you smirked at how his chest heaved up and down at your teasing, your tongue licking a long stripe up his vein.

"stop teasing." geto groaned, getting a little impatient. you giggled at his words, placing the tip of his cock on your tongue before wrapping your lips around it. you sucked on it a little before shoving as much of his cock as you possibly could into your mouth.

"o-oh my god.." geto's eyes screwed shut as he felt the warm encasing of your mouth around him. you began to bob your head up and down his throbbing cock, pushing him down your throat, while your hands simultaneously worked to pleasure the inches that you couldn't fit.

"mmm, just like that— being such a good girl for me." he praised, a hand coming down to encourage your movements, pushing you deeper. you gagged a few times, but that seemed to only drive him off the edge, as every time your throat contorted or tightened, it deliciously squeezed his aching cock.

you could feel tears prick at your eyes, your hands fondling with his heavy balls, giving them gentle squeezes. geto's thighs began to ever so slightly shake, small curses and whimpers exiting his plump lips as the movement of your mouth and hands quickened.

"gonna let me cum down your throat? take all of it like a good girl." his hips began to desperately buck into your mouth, one of his hands gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he thrusted into your throat. you let him throat-fuck you, your nails digging into the flesh of his thick muscular thighs.

"shit." geto swore under his breath, feeling his cock twitch inside your mouth as his vein pulsated. with the release of a guttural moan from his mouth, geto came hard and deep down your throat; as thick wads of white cum spurted out.

you made sure to swallow every single drop, licking his cock clean before giving his tip one last kiss as you pulled away. geto looked down at you while you looked up at him with a cock-drunk smile, making him smile.

his hand came down to your face, long and thick fingers wiping away your tears.

"made me feel so good, sweetheart. let me reward you, yeah?" geto sensually spoke, making your clit throb with arousal. he helped you up, once again placing you on his lap as he pulled you in for a needy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

geto's hands sneaked inside your shirt, caressing your sides as you shuddered in response to his touches. you tried to focus on the kiss, but you soon felt his hands creep up to your tits, giving them a squeeze through your bra.

"suguru!" you gasped against his lips, making him bite your lower lip.

"off." he commanded, tugging at the hem of your t-shirt. you obliged obediently, pulling it over your head before throwing it on the floor. with very skillful movements, geto unhooked your bra, removing them before having it join your t-shirt on the floor.

your tits deliciously spilled out, perky nipples which were swollen from the lack of attention. geto wasted no time in taking a mouthful of your tits, sucking on the hard bud as you let out a whimper. you pulled his head closer to your chest, grinding your pussy on his cock through your shorts.

geto gently rolled your nipple between his teeth before giving it a playful bite, making you shake in his hold. he sucked the mounds of fatty flesh, making sure to leave a copious amount of purplish marks on your skin.

suddenly, he placed a hand on your back before shifting to the side, gently laying you down on one of the cushions. geto pulled down your shorts, eyes coming into contact with the wet patch on your panties.

your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, averting your gaze from him, which made him laugh.

"eager are we?" he playfully threw at you, making you whine. not pushing it any further, geto soon pulled down your panties as well, a thin line of your arousal being attached to the fabric. he threw your shorts and panties to the floor before taking in the sight of your soaking wet cunt.

"fucking hell, sweetheart, you're dripping." he commented, making you clamp your thighs shut from how bashful his vulgar words made you feel. however, geto didn't appreciate you covering up, strong hands now on your thighs as he spread them apart.

"don't be greedy, y/n. let me see, baby." geto scolded, pressing a kiss on your inner thighs, which made you yelp.

he wasted no time in giving your clit a feather-light stroke, making your thighs twitch from the sudden stimulation. geto liked that reaction, now using his thumb and middle finger to spread your wet folds open. he had to gather some self-control to not shove his face into your cunt.

"so fucking pretty." he complimented, gawking at your puffy cunt and swollen clit, giving it away that you indeed played with yourself moments before. you were so wet for him, it was absolutely ridiculous, your hole clenching on nothing as it leaked more of your juices.

"do something, sugu. need you so bad." you begged, bucking your hips up to feel more of his fingers. he snickered at your actions, landing a wet slap on your clit, making you whimper.

"good girls get what they want. so, be a good girl and be patient while i admire you, 'kay?" geto shortly lectured, making you softly protest at his constant teasing, needing to feel some part of him on your body.

the man watched you squirm and softly grunt with a contented grin on his lips, seeing how your thighs threatened to close every few minutes from his light touches. however, geto wasn't that mean and he's practically been dreaming of this moment ever since he’s met you.

and after what he heard earlier today? oh no, baby, he's gonna make sure to memorize every detail of your pussy today.

geto slid his middle finger between your folds, slowly rubbing it up and down, the tip of his finger nudging your clit once he dragged his digit back up. your breath hitched, hands flying to the back of your head to grip the cushion.

"tch, that's all you're gonna give me? you weren't so shy about being vocal earlier." geto scoffed, making your eyes widen as you looked at him with a shocked expression. he smirked, rubbing your clit in a quickened circular motion, making your brain stop working as you completely forgot about what he just told you, eyes screwing shut as you choked out a moan.

"fuck, suguru!" you cried out his name, breathing heavy as geto continued to stimulate the sensitive bundle of nerves, his free hand coming up to pinch your nipples and squeeze your tits.

"mhm, there you go. but, i gotta hear more from that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart." with that being said, geto dragged his finger down to your needy hole, prodding it open.

you felt him enter his middle finger, groaning as it was longer and thicker than yours. geto began to thrust his finger in and out of your cunt at a slow pace, watching you fidget. he soon added a second finger, the stretch of his thick digits was too much as it made all the wires in your brain fuse.

"nghh~, s-shit, feels so good!" you cried out, feeling him scissor his fingers back and forth into your wet cunt. he suddenly plunged in a third finger, making you choke on your moans as they began to rub your tight walls.

"yeah? taking my fingers so well." he whispered, moving his body up, slotting himself between your legs while his fingers never faltered. geto captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, while you whimpered against his lips.

he moved his head down, taking your tits in his mouth once again as he continued to thrust his fingers inside of you. you babbled random things, eyes rolling back as you felt the familiar knot tightening in your lower stomach. your walls clamped down on his fingers, making geto grunt at the sudden squeeze on his fingers.

"such a naughty girl, you are, y/n. playing with this pretty pussy of yours while moaning my name when i'm not around." geto's voice was laced with faux sympathy, the squelching wet sounds of your cunt was like music to his ears, encouraging him to plunge his digits deeper and faster; hitting your g-spot.

"hnghh, g-gonna cum!" you squealed, hands coming up to squeeze his biceps, eyes pooling with tears as you could feel your brain becoming rewired. his palm rubbed against your clit while his fingers abused your hole, completely fucking out your senses as your brain became mush.

your throat released the most pornographic moan ever, clenching onto his fingers as you came hard on them. geto could feel your hole twitch and pulsate, your creamy cum dripping down his fingers and down your inner thighs onto the sofa.

"better than these, right?" he teased, using his free hand to bring your fingers to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on them. you nodded your head, not even comprehending what the fuck he just told you as you tried to calm down from your intense orgasm.

geto pulled his fingers out, making you wince as your hole felt empty. he shoved his cum soaked fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean as you watched the lewd sight of him eating your cum.

"so sweet." geto grinned, seeing you pant and flush into a deep red.

"sugu... p-please, hmphh—" you were cutoff by the sudden kiss, his lips smooching yours pretty noisily, coating them with his spit.

"what you need, sweetheart?" he whispered against your lips, tugging them between his teeth.

"need your cock in me, please." you breathed heavily against his lips, looking up at him with pleading lust glowing eyes. geto smiled against your plump flesh, sitting up on the sofa before pulling you up along with him.

"help yourself then." geto gave you the cue, helping you straddle his lap once again. you sat your bare cunt right on top of his hard cock, as it slipped between your folds, the warm leaky tip brushing against your clit. a soft whimper left your lips, eyes looking down at the porn-worthy sight.

you realized that his t-shirt was still on, pouting as you tugged the hem of it. geto cocked an eyebrow, feeling the fabric being yanked.

"off." you blurted out, the same way he did when undressing you. this made geto laugh, looking at you with teasing, narrowed eyes as he stroked your cheeks.

"so demanding." he playfully sneered, pulling his shirt over his head before discarding it with the rest of the pile of your mixed clothes on the floor. you placed your shaky hands on his shoulders before tracing his defined collarbones.

you moved down to his chest, intentionally brushing over his nipples, which made him shudder from the sensitivity. curious eyes shamelessly roamed around his upper body, seeing the well-sculpted abs he had from working out multiple times a week.

"like what you see?" geto playfully asked, making you scoff.

"like what i see? i'm trying so hard to not eat you right now." you grumbled, attaching your lips back onto his, muffling out his chuckle. you teasingly pinched his nipples to evoke a reaction, and you weren't left disappointed as he jolted, whimpering in your mouth.

you slightly opened your eyes, seeing from the corner of your eyes how his face was turning red from embarrassment.

"you're so adorable, suguru." you giggled, making him tsk as he landed a tight slap on your ass, making you yelp.

"yeah? tell me that when i'm sending you to poundtown." he countered your words, making you roll your eyes with a snort at the comment.

"looking forward to it, sugu." you said in a flirty tone, sending a wink towards his way, making geto's heart thud against his chest. you dug your face in the crook of his neck, kissing his skin as you began to mark it with hickeys.

you could feel his pulse point throb, lightly grazing your teeth against it, making him let out a heavy breath.

"you little minx." he grunted, arms kneading your ass before giving it a few slaps as a punishment, making you moan. his actions made you pout, wanting payback.

you began to slide your hips back and forth on him, feeling his hard cock easily slide between your wet folds. you trembled in his hold, feeling the grip on your waist tighten as you did this a few more times. the lewd wet sound of his girthy cock rubbing your dripping cunt made you even more aroused, his tip bumping into your clit, making you whine.

"hmm, i could cum from this." you shamelessly admitted, grinding yourself harder on him, watching geto bite his lower lip to suppress a moan. this annoyed you as you wanted him to be vocal, pressing your lips on his before shoving your tongue in his mouth, swallowing his moans as you glided your sopping wet cunt over his throbbing cock.

"stop.. i wanna cum inside you." geto said in between his breaths, forcefully stopping your waist as soon as his tip rested on your hole. he looked at you with a dazed look, his large hand coming up to brush your hair away from your neck.

"gonna let me feel you, sweetheart? pretty please?" he said in a low voice, kissing your collarbones before moving up to your neck.

"y-yeah.." you stuttered out, no longer being able to handle this game of teasing anymore. you raised your hips a little, taking a hold of the shaft of his cock, aligning his tip with your hole.

you began to lower yourself on him, slowly entering his fat tip in, your eyes shutting tight as you winced in pain from the sting. geto held onto your waist as support, his fingers gently rubbing your sides.

"there you go, easy, baby." he encouraged you, words being chased by a gruff grunt as you managed to shove a third of his cock inside of you. you could feel your knees slightly shaking, breathing heavily as you gripped onto his shoulder tightly to support yourself.

"need some help?" he gently murmured against your neck, eyes peering up to see tears forming in your eyes as you struggled to take in his cock. you nodded your head, making him hum in acknowledgement. geto sneaked a hand between the both of your bodies, the pad of his thumb stroking your clit.

the sudden mix of the pleasure from stimulating your clit along with the stinging pain of his cock bullying into your hole made your body shake. geto could feel your hole start to relax a little, using the arm around your waist to gently push you down as he continued to play with your clit.

"t-too much, it's too much!" your breath hitched, feeling yourself sinking in a few more inches of his lengthy cock. his mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking on the swollen bud, while his thumb continued to pleasure the tiny bundle of sensitive nerves between your legs.

"nghh~, f-fuck.." you let out a long moan, finally shoving in the last few inches of his cock, completely bottoming out. geto let out a guttural moan, throwing his head back on the sofa, as you both stayed like that for a minute.

"shit, baby, y-you're squeezing me so tight." geto choked out, while you tried to adjust to the stretch of his cock. you slouched your body forwards, hugging him tight as you craved for more skin-to-skin contact with him. geto happily accepted, firmly wrapping his arms around you as his hands stroked your back as you both breathed in each other's scent, molding into each other's body.

"feel so full, sugu, you're so big." you chuckled, laying your head on his shoulder as you pressed tender kisses on his jaw and chin. geto hummed, a proud grin painted on his lips as you stroked his ego.

"is that so?" he turned his head to the side, kissing your forehead. you began to slowly rock your hips, as geto progressed to shallow upward thrusts; the both of you letting out a blissful moan in sync.

you decided to completely lift yourself off of his, only his tip remaining inside you before slamming down on him, knocking the wind out of his lungs. geto looked at you with half-lidded eyes, jaw wide open, as he moaned shamelessly at the tight grip of your dripping cunt.

you adjusted to the size of him, beginning to bounce on his cock while holding onto his chest for support. geto squeezed your ass before giving it a spank, making you squeak.

"fuck, feels so good!" you cried out, feeling your knees burn as your hips went up and down on his dick, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time you pushed down. geto pulled you in closer, watching your tits bounce in front of him before capturing one of them in his mouth, sucking harshly.

you cried out in pleasure, beads of sweat beginning to form on your temples as it dripped down the sides of your face. your eyes fell down, watching where you both were connected, seeing how your pussy swallowed his entire cock in one swift motion.

your juices were dripping down on his shaft, wetting his balls and the fabric of the couch below you guys. the vein that decorated the underside of his cock deliciously grazed against your walls.

the living room was filled with heavy breathing, wet skin slapping, the shlick and squelching sounds of your drooling pussy colliding with his cock; along with the mix of moans and curses.

geto released your now swollen nipple from his mouth, his drool coating the bud as he looked at you, completely pussy drunk.

"you don't know how hard it was to resist you. u-ughh, had to fuck my fist to the thought of you every night." geto confessed, making you imagine the picture of him laying on his bed with his legs spread open like a whore, fisting his hard dick while moaning your name.

this alone made your pussy flutter, unintentionally making you squeeze him; earning a gruff groan from the man.

"you liked hearing that, didn't you? dirty girl." he let out a breathy laugh, making you frown as you grew embarrassed at how your body betrayed you.

"shut up, you talk too much." you grumbled before shoving your nipple back in his mouth to hush him and save whatever dignity you had left remaining. geto smirked, playfully giving your nipple a bite.

"suguru!" you yelp as you smacked his upper arm. as an apology, geto swirled his tongue around the bud, pinching the other neglected nipple as he fondled with both of your tits equally.

you could feel heat slowly building up in your lower stomach, that knot tightening feeling once again returning as your thighs began to tremble while you bounced on his cock. geto noticed your struggle, deciding to help you out as he grabbed a hold of your waist, still suckling on your nipple.

suddenly, he began to thrust upwards, his pelvis meeting your clit each time you bounced down on him. the impact of his action made your eyes roll back, feeling your orgasm draw in closer. your hand reached for your clit, rubbing it fast as geto began to increase his pace in thrusting his cock into you as you rode him.

"fuck! g-gonna cum! oh my god— hnnghh, i-i.." your voice died down, mind completely fucked out as you began to babble random shit while geto pounded into your cunt. a ring of cream began to form at the base of his cock, your pussy so incredibly wet that it was easy for him to slide in and out with no problem.

"fucked you dumb already? you're so needy." geto mumbled against your tits as they smothered him while you tried to chase your orgasm. your shaky hand reached behind his head, smoothly pulling off the hair tie that kept his hair in a bun.

you watched his ebony locks fall on his shoulder, nearly cumming right then and there at the sight of him.

god, he looked so babygirl.

geto's face was completely flushed, swollen lips suckling on your nipples, hair tousled, and sweat dripping down his face as his eyes were closed shut.

your fingers found home in his hair, tangling with the smooth locks as you pushed him closer to your chest, bouncing on his cock while he thrusted upwards in you.

geto felt your pussy twitch and squeeze around him, indicating that you were gonna cum soon. so, he made sure that his movements remained sharp and fast; plowing into your messy cunt, his balls were completely coated with your slick as they slapped against your ass.

"make a mess on me, sweetheart." he said, not sure if you were able to hear him from how fucked out you were. but, you didn't need to hear him as with a loud moan being ripped out of your throat, the intense stimulation on your clit and nipple along with the harsh pistoning of his cock into your cunt made you gush around him.

geto let out a soft whimper, feeling the warmth of your juices leaking down on his shaft. with a few more desperate thrusts as his tip brushes against your cervix, he came deep into your pussy. you shuddered at the feeling of his thick cum painting your walls, as he dumped in a huge load inside.

you both were a moaning mess, breathing heavily as your mixed fluids began to messily trickle down his cock. geto released your nipple from his mouth with a 'pop', looking at you through his fuzzy vision.

he noticed the dried streaks of your tears on your cheeks, the corner of your mouth with drool. you tugged on his hair, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss full of tongue and the sound of teeth clashing, riding out your highs with small thrusts.

you sucked on his lower lip before releasing it, pressing one last soft kiss on his lips before pulling away. you looked at him in a daze, pushing away the single messy bangs that covered his eye.

with his cock still plunged deep inside you, you hugged him while resting your head on his shoulder; trying to cool down from your orgasm and catch your breath.

"you okay, sweetheart?" geto asked softly, his fingers coming up to your cheek to stroke the burning hot flesh. you hummed with a nod.

"yeah. you feel so warm, sugu. don't wanna let go." you mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on his pulse point. geto decided to indulge into you, wrapping his arms around you as he held you close, both of your heartbeats synchronizing.

"we should clean up soon, it's well past dinner time." he deeply chuckled, making you sigh.

"okay." you responded, picking your head up before leaning in to give him one last kiss. geto looked at you with playful eyes as you gave him a shy smile.

oh yeah, his plan worked out perfectly.

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"mmm, this tastes so good, sugu!" you gasped, trying to speak with your mouth full, as you praised the taste of his food. geto made one of your favorite dishes, coconut shrimp curry with rice; his culinary skills were seriously no joke.

"hm, make sure to eat up then." geto chuckled, ruffling your hair before taking a bite out of his own plate. you both ate peacefully, talking about each other’s day along with making jokes here and there; as if he didn't rearrange your guts like twenty minutes ago.

"y/n?" he suddenly called out, making you look up at him with anticipating eyes.

"hm?" you hummed in response. you watched him clear his throat before playing with the shrimp on his plate with his chopsticks.

"i didn't want that to be like a one time thing between you and me. the thing is— i've liked you for a while now." geto confessed, making you nearly choke on your mouthful as you quickly chewed on your food, swallowing it.

"i like you too, sugu. although, i thought i was being pretty obvious." you sheepishly smiled, averting your gaze away from him as you grew shy.

"i guess i was being a little dumb. but, masturbating while moaning my name was definitely a game changing sign!" he teased, watching your nostrils flare up in embarrassment as your cheeks now became tinted with a soft blush.

"suguru!" you threw a balled up napkin towards him, making him burst out into a fit of laughter.

"i'm kidding! but, i won't lie, that shit made me so hard." geto casually stated, making you drop your eyes to the table.

"god, how much did you hear?" you gasped, growing a little worried. geto grabbed his chin, pretending to think hard.

"hmm, let's see. up till the part where you were like nghh~ need your cock inside my pussy, sugu! oh my god, i'm gonna cum!" he imitated your moans in an obnoxiously high-pitched voice, making you cover your face in embarrassment. geto let out a quick laugh at the sight, making you pout.

"damn, can't even fuck myself in peace." you mumbled to yourself, making him snort.

"well, now you can fuck me instead." geto nonchalantly replied with a smirk, making you choke on your food.

"god, you're so shameless!"

"i was being straightforward."

"whatever." you sighed out, rolling your eyes.

"go on a date with me this friday to the carnival." he suddenly offered, his smirk now replaced with a warm smile. your heart fluttered, feeling it stuck in your throat as your lips curled upwards.

"i'd love that." you accepted, and the both of you continued to finish up dinner.

since geto cooked for you both, you insisted on doing the dishes in return, although he tried to convince you that he had it covered. nonetheless, you were pretty stubborn, and geto decided to step away and let you clean up.

he made his way to the living room, sitting on the sofa as he grabbed his phone, clicking on the second person on his favorited contact list. geto waited patiently as he fixed his hair on the camera and after two rings, he finally picked up.

"you call me at the absolutely worst times, suguru. i'm literally about to dick down my girlfriend." gojo whined on the other side of the line, a frown tugging on his lips, making geto roll his eyes at his best friend's complaint.

"let's grab dinner tomorrow. i got something to tell you." geto smirked, and as if gojo telepathically knew what his best friend was gonna tell him, the white haired male gasped.

"no fucking way!"

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Untouchable IV - Azriel x Reader

Untouchable - Azriel x Rhysand'sSister! Reader ✨

Summary: For as long as you can remember, you have always had feelings for Azriel, your court's spymaster. But after centuries of watching him pine after your own cousin, hoping he'd eventually move on, your wish came true. He moved on-with Elain, your brother's mate's middle sister. Unable to watch him fall in love with someone else again, you flee from Velaris, from him. But things are a lot more complicated than that - more complicated than you ever imagined.

Warnings: angst

a/n: ahhh guys I literally love all of you so much. Thanks for all the love and support on this story!! Hope you enjoy this one just as much!

➻❥ Part I ➻❥ Part II ➻❥ Part III ➻❥ Part IV ➻❥ Part V

➻❥ Part VI ➻❥ Part VII ➻❥ Part VIII ➻❥ Part IX ➻❥ Part X

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Part IV

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, quite happy with that way you looked. You were getting ready to make a trip to Hewn City with the rest of the Inner Circle, so you could be announced as their new Overseer. Already donning your mask, a mask you wore just as well as your brother could. You were, after all, raised by the same cruel, unflinching male. After your father died, Rhys had made sure to continue teaching you how to handle the unsavory parts of the Night Court as best he could.

So you had put on a dress that demanded attention. It was Night Court black, of course, with a halter top bodice that connected to a high neck collar. Starting from just below your breasts, the dress was cut into two panels to cover your front and back, laced together with a black ribbon on the sides. It clung to your curves and showed off more skin than you usually did.

The entire side of your legs, your hip bone and waist, all exposed and accentuated by the dress. Some kohl liner brought your star-flecked, violet eyes to life. Your hair was curled and spilled down your back freely. You felt beautiful. Devastatingly beautiful. The Princess of Night.

You finished the look with the diadem your brother had given you. It was made of Illyrian metal with dark red jewels decorating the intricately twisted vines. It was perfect for the Court of Nightmares.

As you made your way down the stairs, you could already feel the disapproving stare of your brother. Only him and Cassian were waiting in the foyer. Cass was in his Illyrian leathers and your brother was wearing a finely tailored black coat and pants with his own crown on his head.

“Nice try, dove,” Rhys chided. “Go back upstairs and change into the dress I had Nuala lay out for you this morning.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “No. I bought this one specifically for today and I’m going to wear it.”

“No, you’re not.” Cass snorted as Rhys tried to assert his dominance. “Go change. Now.”

“No. I’m wearing this. You can’t make me change my mind.”

“Oh, I can make you,” your brother sneered. He could, you supposed, use his High Lord voice to order you to change. And then you literally wouldn’t be able to refuse.

Before he could though, you shouted for his mate. “Feyre!”

Your High Lady and sister-in-law walked into the room with a baby Nyx on her hip. She was wearing a beautiful, glimmering black dress that fell in a deep v to her navel. Slits on both sides of the skirt exposing her legs and a twin crown to the one Rhys was wearing sat on her head. Nyx was also dressed in black with a tiny version of their crown on his own head. The sight of them both was too adorable.

“What’s going on out here?” Feyre asked, sliding up to Rhys’s side. He strung an arm around her, pulling her and his son close.

You gave your brother a cheeky grin. “Your mate wants me to go change because he’s a big, overprotective, insufferable bat.”

Your brother glared at you as Feyre smacked his arm. “Leave your sister alone, Rhys. She can wear whatever she wants.”

The two of you shared a smile as Rhys let out a sigh of annoyance. “You know, I thought having a mate meant always having someone on your side. I would’ve never brought you here if I knew you’d end up conspiring with my sister against me all the time.”

“You're lucky you ended up with such a smart, beautiful mate that can check you before you embarrass yourself, Rhysie,” you laughed as Feyre stuck her tongue out at him. Rhys scoffed at both of you as you giggled with each other at his reaction.

“What are you guys giggling about out here?” Mor and Nesta walked into the room, both dressed as finely as everyone else.

Feyre started to answer Mor but your attention drifted as Azriel appeared in the shadow of the hallway, striding towards the group. He was wearing his Illyrian leathers like Cass, all seven of his cobalt siphons on display. Azriel always looked intimidating, but even more so today as his leathers clung to his muscles and highlighted the lethality of his stone-cut face.

His eyes immediately locked onto yours and widened as he took you in. His gaze dipped down and roamed your entire body and when he looked back up, his eyes were filled with hunger and heat, before he blinked and his cold mask was back on. You gave him no reaction, merely glancing away from him as if his presence had no effect on you. But the butterflies in your stomach begged otherwise.

Elain came walking down the stairs at the same time, dressed in black yet way more modestly than the rest of you. You couldn’t help but notice how out of place she looked.

“You’re coming?” Nesta asked, peering at Elain in surprise. “I thought Hewn City was far too much for you delicate sensibilities.”

Mor snorted as Elain scowled at her sister. “I’m only coming to show my support for y/n.”

She smiled at you and you gave her a grateful nod. Even if you were jealous of her for winning over the shadowsinger, you’d never blame her for him being an asshole. You also didn’t want Azriel to know you were bothered about it. You might not be as prideful as your brother was, but you’d rather suffer in complete silence than let anyone think they’ve made you feel insecure. Perhaps it was a family trait.

“I’ve had your stuff, and Azriel’s, sent over to the Moonstone Palace already,” Rhys said as everyone congregated. “So you can spend the rest of the week getting situated with your new role as planned.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “But I already asked Cass to be my escort and he agreed–”

“Cassian forgot he has other duties that I already assigned to him this week.”

Cassian gave you a sheepish look and you let out a huff. “What about Balthazar?”

Balthazar was the Illyrian warrior who had helped Nesta and Emerie during the Blood Rite. He now worked closely with training the Illyrian females and helping them merge with the Valkyries. He was a good male and an excellent warrior—but more importantly, he wasn’t Azriel.

You could feel Azriel’s stare as you kept your focus on your brother. He waved a dismissive hand. “Azriel’s already agreed and I’d rather him guard over my sister than some untested Illyrian.”

Your hands clenched, annoyed but you nodded, not wanting your brother to get suspicious. With that, your brother winnowed the group to the gates leading into the Court of Nightmares. You took your place behind Feyre and Rhysand and Azriel slid into the space next to you as your designated guard, apparently. You managed to keep your stare straight forward as you began to walk towards the throne room.

Azriel took a step closer to you, his shadows cascading around your ankles. “Do you hate my presence so much now that you’d rather some random brute take my place as your guardian?” he muttered under his breath.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re the one who told me to stay away from you. I’m only doing as you asked. And Balthazar is not some random brute. He is a friend.”

“Since when?” he hissed.

“Not that it's any of your business, but I had been helping with the training of the Illyrian females before I left for the continent. Balthazar is another one of the trainers.”

Azriel said nothing else as your group finally entered the throne room. You could feel the stares of all the fae in the room, likely wondering why the High Lord had called for a party. You followed Rhys and Feyre to the dais, where Azriel held out a gloved hand to help you up the steps. You grabbed it, not wanting to embarrass him in front of a bunch of vultures who already thought of him as less than, and took your place behind Rhys’s throne.

You and Feyre were the two people in your brother’s life that he had vowed would never have to bow to anyone. And he took that quite seriously. So while everyone else was forced to lower themselves to the ground, you stood at his side.

You glanced at the crowd of people in the throne room. Your eyes widened as you noticed Eris next to Keir. You hadn’t been expecting him.

“You can rise now,” Feyre said after leaving them on the floor for a few moments.

And then it was time for the big announcement.

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The party was in full swing, music playing, faeries dancing. Despite their despise for their High Lord, the fae down here took any excuse to get up to some debauchery. You still remained at the dais next to your brother, Azriel now a step behind you, like the guardian he was supposed to be.

Cassian stood on the other side of the dais by Feyre with Nesta, both ready to protect her and baby Nyx should they have to. Mor had claimed a table where she and Elain now sat, the latter looking uncomfortable as she peered around at the party taking place.

Keir stood before Rhys and Feyre, a forced look of respect on his face. It seemed to almost pain him and you had to hide your grin.

“My Lord, if I may ask, why have you decided to pass along the role of Overseer to someone as young and unpracticed as your sister?” Keir asked, his voice full of condescension. “And to do so without any input from me. It seems like an insult to us in this court—to not have one of our own be a representation for Hewn City.”

“I think you forget yourself, Keir,” Rhys sneered. “Me and your High Lady make every decision for this court and we certainly don’t require your input nor your opinions. You will show my sister respect. She is more than capable of what her title requires of her.”

“Can you blame me, my Lord, for having my doubts? Your sister has never dealt with court politics. It might be naive to place her in such a position.”

You took a step forward, standing tall as you looked down at your uncle. “You seem to forget, uncle, that I was the one who ran the Night Court during my brother’s absence for fifty years. You also seem to forget that your daughter’s mercy is the only reason you are still standing here today. Watch your mouth or perhaps you will find that I do not share the same leniency towards you as she does.”

Keir’s face twisted into an ugly scowl, but he did the smart thing by keeping his mouth shut. Though his eyes flickered towards the shadowsinger over your shoulder and a bit of fear flashed through him. Luckily, he didn’t hold your attention for long as a redhead suddenly appeared in front of you, at the bottom of the platform’s steps.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Eris purred, holding out his hand to you. His eyes roamed down the length of your body before they met yours. Your brother’s hands tightened on his throne’s arm rests but one look from Feyre kept his mouth shut.

You placed your hand in his, blushing slightly as he leaned down to press a kiss to the back of your hand. “Would you allow me the honor of being your first dance tonight, Princess?”

Azriel growled in warning from behind you but you ignored him, instead looking towards your brother. He gave you a slight dip of the head as permission to leave your post, so you let Eris help you down the steps.

Eris escorted you to the dance floor just as a new song began. You let Eris begin to lead you through the dance, one hand in his and the other one on his shoulder, as his free arm looped around your waist.

“It is a surprise to see Rhysand finally letting his coveted little bird out of her cage,” Eris whispered into your ear as he twirled you around the dance floor, a devilish smirk on his face.

“He can be persuaded,” you whispered back with a feline smile of your own.

“Does that have anything to do with a shadowsinger who looks like he wants to kill me more than usual?”

As he spun you around, you couldn’t help but glance at Azriel. He had moved from his post closer to the dance floor, to keep you and Eris in his line of sight.

His eyes were narrowed, his shadows spiraling around him like snakes ready to strike, as he watched you dance with Eris. You wanted to roll your eyes at his behavior. He didn’t get to be a complete asshole to you and then act all protective.

“It has nothing to do with the shadowsinger,” you answered, gasping as Eris yanked you closer just in time to get out of the way of another couple drunkenly dancing. “It was all my negotiating that got me my new title. So I suppose I’ll be seeing a lot more of you now?”

“It seems so, my Lady,” Eris crooned.

His amber eyes flashed to something over your shoulder and based on the smirk that spread on his face, that something was probably a certain shadowsinger. He met your gaze again, mischief sparkling on his face.

“In fact, there is something I’ve been meaning to discuss with Mor in private, but I guess now that would be you, wouldn't it?”

You nodded, peering around and noting Rhys and Feyre distracted by a line of couriers vying for their attention. Keir was off in a dark corner conversing with a male you recognized as Lord Thanatos. You looked back at Eris and he quirked an eyebrow. “It appears most everyone has their hands occupied right now. Shall we seek somewhere private after this?”

Eris leaned down, his warm breath brushing against your ear. “I’d like that very much, Princess.”

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes as he stood back up with a charming grin on his face. “You are as much of a flirt as your brother is,” you chided, waiting for the song to end so you could make your exit without drawing attention.

“Don’t tell me you’re referring to little Lucien? Doesn’t he have a mate he's still pining after?”

As you were spun again, you glanced back at Azriel, whose arms were crossed as he continued to glare in your direction. Good, you were glad he was upset.

“Not lately,” you answered. It was true; Lucien rarely came around if Elain was present. He seemed to have given up on trying to win her attention for the time being. Perhaps he had also noticed the growing interest between her and Azriel.

“Well I say good for him,” Eris chuckled. “A Vanserra has never had to beg a female for her heart. They merely present it to us on a platter.”

“You are so full of it, Eris.”

The music finally lulled to a stop and Eris let go of you, holding out his arm instead. “Allow me to prove it to you, Princess.”

You slipped a hand into the crevice of his elbow as you dipped out of the throne room before anyone could notice. Just as you had stepped into the corridor, a cold hand wrapped around your upper arm, halting the both of you. You already knew who it was before you turned around.

Azriel was seething as he glanced between the two of you. “You aren’t supposed to go anywhere without an escort, y/n. You know that.”

You glanced at him as if he were inconveniencing you, though you knew he had followed. “I have one,” you replied, nodding your head towards Eris, who gave the shadowsinger a cunning smirk.

“He doesn’t count,” Azriel hissed.

“Fine, then I guess it’s a good thing you’re here,” you shrugged before turning back around and leading Eris down the hallway. “Come, I know a private place we can go to.”

You chatted with Eris as you walked, completely ignoring the angry bat that followed one step behind. Azriel was really starting to confuse you further. What the hell was he so upset about when he made his choice in Elain so clear?

You took them down a dark, narrowed hall that looked like it was a dead end but a door appeared as you approached. It was just another secret meeting room. There were many in this court and you were familiar with most. You let Eris enter first and stood in the threshold blocking Azriel’s way.

“Thank you, Azriel,” you said politely. “But I have it from here.”

Azriel looked at you and then over your shoulder at Eris, his eyes full of icy rage. “Your brother has ordered me to stay with you at all times, y/n. Especially in the case of being around someone who may wish you harm.”

Eris snorted and you glanced back at him. “Hm Eris, do you plan on harming me?”

“I was hoping to do quite the opposite, Princess.” His voice was full of wicked promise.

Azriel growled lowly and the noise sent a shiver down your spine that you fought to cover up. “See, there’s no need for you here,” you chimed and then before he could even take a step forward, you slammed the door in his face and locked it. You quickly threw up a ward knowing he’d still try to spy with his shadows.

Eris chuckled as he sat down on one of the plush couches. You took a seat on the one opposite, conjuring up a tray with two empty glasses and a bottle of expensive liquor on the coffee table between you.

“So, what is it you wanted to discuss?” you asked as you poured the both of you a glass.

“Oh, there is nothing of importance for us to discuss. I just quite enjoy getting a rise out of the shadowsinger and for some reason, he seems to be particularly bothered with my proximity to you.” Eris crossed his legs and threw his arm around the back of the couch. The perfect picture of a male proud of himself. “Thank you for unintentionally helping me in my quest. I’m sure your shadowsinger thinks I’m trying to seduce you in here.”

“Are you serious?” you scoffed. “You pulled me from enjoying my own party just to make Azriel upset?”

“Oh please, we both know no one enjoys the parties down here.” He waved a dismissive hand in the air. “And it wasn’t the only reason. It's not very often that Rhys lets his little sister be in the presence of those he considered unsavory. Perhaps I am interested in your company as well.”

“Well you’ve got my full, undivided attention now,” you replied, sitting back against the couch with your glass in your hand.

Eris grabbed his glass as well, twirling it in his hand as he studied you. “So, tell me, why is it that the shadowsinger is pacing back and forth in front of the door, cursing me under his breath, as we speak?”

“He’s an overprotective, Illyrian bat. Just like my brother and Cassian,” you said in dismissal.

“Hm, I’m not quite sure that’s the only reason.”

“You seem to have an obsession with Azriel, Eris. Do you want me to put in a good word for you?” You gave him a brazen smile.

“Alright, little bird, I’ll drop it. I’m far more interested in the beautiful female sitting in front of me as it is.” You hated that your cheeks turned pink at his words. Eris was handsome with his red hair and amber eyes. Even his scent of cinnamon and vetiver was enticing. But he just wasn’t Azriel. “Will you indulge me in a game of chess as we chat?”

Glad to move on from the subject, you did just that.

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“Alright, that’s enough—”

You were nearly three rounds deep in a game of chess when the door burst open and Azriel came stalking inside. You jumped a bit at the intrusion as Eris’s focus stayed on the chessboard like he had anticipated this.

You looked up at the shadowsinger who was panting, his hair in disarray. His eyes widened as he took in the casual scene of you and Eris playing a game of chess. You raised an eyebrow at him but he only continued to glower at Eris.

“Enough of what, shadowsinger?” Eris asked nonchalantly as he moved one of his chess pieces.

“Enough of whatever the fuck you guys are doing,” Azriel huffed before looking at you with his arms crossed. “You’re needed back in the throne room. Now.”

You very much doubted that, but decided to play along. You were losing this game anyways. You set your glass down on the table and stood, straightening out your gown. “Apologies, Eris, but apparently, duty calls.”

Eris stood as well, gathering his coat that he had discarded at one point. “I should be getting back before my father grows suspicious anyways. I would very much like to do this again, Princess, if you’ll have me,” he said, grasping your hand and pressing a kiss to it like he did before.

You gave him a slight dip of the head. “You know where to find me.”

He said his goodbyes, not without throwing a smirk in Azriel’s direction, before he disappeared, leaving only some crackling embers in his wake. You went to leave the room but Azriel reached an arm over your head and shut the door right in your face. You let out a disgruntled noise and turned around to Azriel towering over you, his gaze darkened.

“I thought I was needed in the throne room,” you said, sarcastically.

He ignored you, keeping one hand on the door to keep it closed as he watched you. “So, you’re into Eris now? He’s a dangerous male, y/n.”

“I think I can decide that for myself,” you snapped. “Maybe I am interested in him. What does it matter to you?”

He took a step closer, boxing you in against the door much like he had done that night. “I already told you it matters to me.”

“You also told me to stay away from you. So why did you agree to be my guard for the next week? Why the fuck are you here?”

“Because someone has to watch over you! Especially when you decide to go strutting around in a dress like this,” he growled. “Tell me something, Princess, just who exactly did you have in mind when you put this on?”

His gloved hand trailed up the side of your thigh, to where the dress was held together with ribbon. You hated how much your skin tingled at his touch, hated the butterflies that arose in your stomach at his heated stare. Hating how your heart picked up its pace.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “If you’re implying that it was you I was thinking of, Azriel, then I’d say you think far too highly of yourself.”

“Your body says otherwise,” he growled, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

You put both your hands on his chest and pushed him away. “No, no! You don’t get to do this, Azriel! You came to me. You came to my balcony, almost kissed me, and then disappeared for days! And then the next time I saw you, you had your tongue down Elain’s throat before running off to go fuck eachother.”

“I didn’t fuck Elain,” he grunted. “I’ve never fucked Elain.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“No…I don’t know—fuck!” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“I did as you said. I left you alone like you wanted,” you spat at him. “You cannot come back to me and cast any sort of judgment on who I wish to spend my time with. You can’t come to me and act like you want me now. You had your chance and you were the one who walked away. So why won’t you just leave me alone?”

You said the words but your heart was screaming the opposite. All you wanted was to grab him, to kiss him, to continue where you guys had left off that night. You can tell in the way he stared at you that he wanted the same. But you deserved better than that—better than this.

“Because I can’t. I can’t stay away from you,” Azriel said. He looked unhinged, desperate. As if your mere presence caused him such conflict. His eyes were pleading you for something, but you had no idea what he even wanted. He was so hot and cold.

So you squared your shoulders and straightened the crown on your head.

“Well, that's your problem not mine,” you said before finally leaving the room.

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Gods, the last few days had been draining. Dealing with Keir was a headache without having to also be around the brooding shadowsinger. You two hadn’t spoken to each other besides small words in passing and you tried to ignore his heavy gaze most of the time. The rest of your family had returned to Velaris after the party, leaving just you two to occupy the Moonstone Palace. Thankfully it was a rather big place which made it easier to avoid Azriel.

But you still had half a week left with him here.

You sank yourself further down in the bathtub, twisting your wine glass in your hand. You had a lot to think about. Your brother was crafting a response to Prince Cedric and needed your input of whether you wished to get to know him better, if you felt anything towards him. Eris had also sent you a letter today. Apparently this time he actually did have something of importance to share with you, but had also admitted to wishing to see you again.

Perhaps it was time to move on from Azriel. Prince Cedric was handsome and kind, with his wavy blonde hair and cerulean eyes. But he lived on the continent, would eventually rule there, and you didn’t know if you could live so far away from your brother, nephew and soon to be niece.

And then there was Eris. All the Vanserra males were annoyingly attractive and one day soon, he’d be the High Lord of Autumn. But he was complex. Half the time you didn’t even know which mask was his real personality. Was he really a kind male underneath that cruel armor he wore? Not to mention his past with your cousin.

You sighed and drank the rest of your wine before getting out of the bath. You pulled on your silk nightgown, the Palace charmed too warm to wear anything else to sleep, and dried your hair with some magic. It was late and you figured it was safe enough now to wonder about—figuring Azriel was asleep or at the very least, in his own bed chambers.

You made your way down the vast corridors until you ended up right in front of the double doors leading into the study. Your brain was restless right now, but maybe some reading would help. You pushed the doors open and immediately wanted to curse the Mother. Of course you would jinx yourself. Of course the shadowsinger would be in the study already.

Azriel looked up as the doors opened, his eyes finding yours. He looked…rough. His hair was in disarray, his eyes shadowed, and an almost empty bottle of whiskey sat on the small table in front of the armchair he was sitting in. You stood there for a moment, both staring at each other, until the doors slamming closed behind you made you jump.

You let out a sigh and turned around, ready to leave, when his voice stopped you. “Don’t…Don’t leave. Please.”

The desperation in his voice made you pause and you studied the intricate doors in front of you. You should leave. You absolutely should walk through those doors and go back to your private bed chambers. But…But this tension between the two of you was a dark cloud lingering over you. You had never had a contentious relationship with anyone in the Inner Circle.

So you stayed, turning around and letting out a gasp as you came face to face with Azriel. You hadn’t even heard him move, hadn’t heard him even get up. You placed a hand over your heart and took a step back, putting more distance between the two of you.

He reached for you but you took another step back, sniffing the air. “You’re drunk, Az.”

“I know,” he said, darkly. “But I can’t take this shit anymore. I can’t do anything when I know how upset you are with me. I hate it, y/n. I hate that I’ve hurt you.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, upset. How could he be taking this so poorly when he was the one who caused all of this? You said nothing, just stared at him expectantly.

“Princess…” he trailed off, staring down at you with melancholy eyes. “I…Can we please just forget about the past week? I can’t stand you being upset with me. Can we just…go back to how things used to be—before all of this?”

“How?” you breathed out. “How am I just supposed to forget?”

How could you forget the hurt he had caused you…how could you erase the image of him and Elain stumbling into the River House in a heat of passion…by the cauldron, how could you forget about the way he treated you at training…and the night on the balcony afterwards. How?

“I don’t know,” he whispered, running a hand through his hair. He looked devastating in the dim faelights of the study, surrounded by marble bookcases and the open walls looking out towards the mountains. Even as dishelved as he was. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m so, so sorry that I hurt you. I fucked up. I should’ve never come to you that night…I should’ve never touched you.”

Hurt flashed across your face. Had he really not wanted you that night? Had you completely misinterpreted his actions? Was he about to finally tell you he didn’t want you—that he wanted Elain and was sorry for leading you on? You didn’t know if your heart could take it…

“No, don’t…” Azriel said, seeming to notice where your thoughts had turned. “I don’t mean it like that, princess.” He reached a hand forward, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. “I did want you…I still do. But you have to understand, we can’t. This…us…it can never happen.”

“Why?” you choked out. He didn’t make any sense. If you wanted him, and he wanted you, then what the hell was stopping either of you? Was he scared of how your brother might react? If that was the case then he could just say so. You could deal with Rhys.

His hand lingered on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against the soft skin. You shouldn’t let him touch you. Shouldn’t even be so close to him. But Gods, your heart ached for his touch.

“Because,” he started, then faltered for a moment. “Because it just can’t, princess. I’m sorry.”

You pushed his hand away from you. “You owe me more than that, Azriel! You owe me a godsdamn explanation. Why? Why can’t it happen? Because of Elain–”

“No,” he growled. “It has nothing to do with Elain. I don’t even care about Elain. I just want you—”

“I don’t think you know what you want, Azriel,” you scoffed. “You can’t stand here and say you don’t want Elain after what I witnessed between you two. I saw you, you know, in the kitchens that night. I saw you together before I even went to the continent. So don’t tell me you don’t want her, don’t care for her!”

“It’s the truth,” he pleaded. “I swear to the Gods themselves. I don’t want Elain. I have never wanted Elain. I have never even wanted Mor. All I’ve ever wanted was you. You and only you.”

“You’re not making any sense,” you cried. “How can you even say that? I watched you pine after Mor for years! And now everything with Elain—”

“I need you to understand, princess. I never meant to hurt you. I never wanted to. But we cannot happen. I saw the way you looked at me and Gods, I wanted nothing other than to tell you how I felt. But you…I can never have you. So I pretended to pine after Mor for years hoping you’d move on. And then she came out to all of us, told us she preferred females, so I had to find someone else—”

“You expect me to believe that this whole time you’ve been pretending to like other girls? Mor, maybe I can believe because you never pursued her. But Elain? Azriel, I stumbled upon you guys twice! It certainly didn’t look like you were pretending.”

“Because that night in the kitchens I was trying to make myself want her. Make myself want anyone other than you. Because I can’t have you, princess, don’t you get it! It’s fucking agony to crave you the way I do and not be able to do anything about it. So I tried, Gods, I tried to move on. But it didn’t work. We never got past what you saw. I couldn’t force myself to want her because I don’t. I don’t want anyone other than you.”

“And what about the second time? Were you just pretending then, as well?”

“I knew you were home that night. I had been tracking you the whole day with my shadows. After what happened between us on the balcony, I was scared you’d try to act on your feelings for me. So I purposefully sought out Elain. Purposefully led her back when I knew you’d be there to catch us. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I hurt you but I needed you to move on. Even if it meant you’d hate me.”

“I-I don’t understand,” you stuttered. “If you want me and I want you, then what’s stopping us, Azriel? Why do you keep saying you can’t have me? Is it because of my brother? Do you think he wouldn’t approve—wouldn’t think you deserving? Because you are, Az. I love—”

Azriel surged forward and pressed you against the door with a hand around your mouth, wings snapped out to their full length. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, your chest heaving.

“Don’t,” he snarled. “Don’t say it. Don’t. I won’t be able to control myself and this will all be for nothing. This will all end horribly.”

When you made no move to say anything else, his hand slowly dropped from your mouth. You felt tears line your eyes. You felt frustrated, mad, upset. You couldn’t wrap your head around what he was trying to tell you.

“At least tell me why, Azriel. Don’t you think I deserve that? You said you’re sorry for hurting me but can’t you see how much you’re hurting me by doing this? It hurts more to know you want me the way I want you but not enough to be with me.”

Azriel let out a groan and sank to his knees in front of you, bowing his head. “You have no idea how much I want you, princess. No idea. It is you who is in my head every single second of every single day. It is you I think about as I fall asleep and you I think about the moment I awake. I would crawl through hell on my knees just to be able to kiss you, to hold you, to love you. But I can’t….I can’t, y/n.”

You held your breath, a few tears leaking from your eyes. This was everything you’d ever wanted. These were words he had only ever told you in your dreams. And here he was, finally saying them for real. But in the same breath, telling you that this, that you and him, would never, ever happen.

“Why?” you whispered. “Why?”

But Azriel said nothing further. Just knelt on his knees in front of you like he was praying to the Gods, his head bowed between his shoulders, his wings drooping against the floor. You waited for him to say anything, anything that might help you understand. But nothing…nothing ever came from his mouth.

You loosened a breath, your heart heavy in your chest and left.

Left Azriel on his knees in that room, with the words he said hanging over him like a death sentence.

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tipsyleaf · 9 days

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The Prettiest Fairy Princess

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴏᴍᴇꜱᴛɪᴄ ʟᴇᴏɴ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ. ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ.

"C'mon mommy!" Your little girl drags you to the living room, just having finished set up a "stage", 2 dining room chairs, an old pink sheet and construction paper with a background of a castle on a hill drawn in markers and crayons taped just above the sheet. It's for one of her performances she likes putting on now and again after writing her funny little stories.

Soon you're sat in the middle of the couch between her stuffed animals. Strawbeary, her large pink bear, to your right and her Bluey toy to your left. Soon a folded pieces of paper is put into the audiences hands, a crudely drawing fairy with a crown on it's head and a jumbled mess of 'The Fairy Princess' in sparkly gel pen. With enough glitter glue around the edges to choke someone to death.

"What's this?" You ask, your little one turning, now wearing what looks like mascara as a fake mustache. That old makeup you gave her really made her plays costume department thrive by the looks of it.

"It's a paybill!" She happily squeals, handing Bluey her paper.

"Playbill." You hear your husband correct her from the other room, you look into the hall wondering why he isn't being subjected to the audience like usual.

"A playbill!" She corrects herself, looking at you then back to the stage. Walking over she pushing her box of toys behind the curtain and grabs her fathers work jacket from the armchair near by. Putting it on and pushing the sleeves up to her little elbows as it swallows her. Crawling back behind the curtain her arm comes up, using Leon's flashlight and flicking it.

That's usually intermission... but God she really thought of everything.

Soon the room is filled with the sound of her ballet practice music from her room.

Ahhh, Leon must be a stage technician this time.

You hear your little one clear her throat, her tiny hand peaking above the sheet with a stuffed bunny in her hand.

"There once was a family of fairies that ruled a kingdom!" The bunny bounces slightly, fluffy ears wiggling as he's tousled around, her voice stretching with exaggeration. "In a kingdom of magical creatures! All happily living their lives as they could."

The bunny disappears, a Ken doll on a flip flop with a cotton ball pillow and tissue blanket appearing.

"But sadly, not everyone in the kingdom was doing well. The king was sick and the next heir needed to take the throne quickly before the king died. Because every marriage in the kingdom needed a royals blessing." Ken gets dropped to the floor with a clatter as the bunny appears again, the smile on your face only growing wider. Stifling a laugh as she continues.

"But there was a problem. No one in the kingdom wanted to marry the princess in line for the throne because she was different than any of the other fairy princesses..." Silence falls over the room for a few seconds. You hear shuffling, your daughters head poking out from behind the curtain towards the hall.

"Daddy, that's where you come in!" She harshly whispers before moving back into place.

"Sorry!" Settling in she repeats her line again.

"But there was a problem. No one in the kingdom wanted to marry the princess in line for the throne because she was different than any of the other fairy princesses."

You hear foot steps as your attention turns to the hall doorway as your husband steps through. You swallow your bottom lip, covering your mouth with your hand as you lean on your knees.

"oh my god..."

There Leon stood, your daughters bright white fairy wings on his back, straps stretched out way too far on him, the brightest pink lipstick you use to own smeared across his mouth and her princess tiara from a tea set she was given as a gift on his head. You desperately want to laugh at him but you can't. It would upset your daughter or worse... Make her cry.

You don't want to make your daughter cry.

"She was too tall for the other fairies to want to marry her!" You pull your hand from your mouth, gaining your control again. You mouth an 'I love you ' to Leon as he crosses his arms, not irritated but unamused, making the straps somehow stretch more against his shoulders. Your attention turns back to the bunny narrating the play.

"So the princess was sad and everyday she'd go to the pond not far from her castle. And sit with her only friend." The bunny dips down, being replaced by a frog plush, starting to bounce as your daughter spoke.

"Oh princess, why are you so sad?" Leon turns towards the frog, trying to put on his most delicate voice possible.

"No one wants to marry me frog. I just want someone to love me and... Help me protect my kingdom!" You let out a tiny giggle at his line stumble. He definitely wouldn't be winning a Tony anytime soon.

"I know what you need!" The frog sways energetically as he looks around. "I know of a place where you can have your wish granted."

The frog disappears and the bunnies back.

"So the fairy princess followed the frogs instructions to a wishing well in the middle of the woods. There she took out a coin, held it tight and threw it into the well while wishing for what she wanted most." Leon fished into his jeans and pulled out what looked like a button, tossing it behind the curtain.

"As she threw the coin a short handsome man came from the trees." Your daughter moves, fixing her fathers jacket back in place as she came to the front of the curtain.

"Who are you?" Says the very pretty fairy princess. Your daughter look up at Leon, face scrunched in what you guessed was supposed to be an angry expression.

"I'm the giant of this forest! What're you doing near my home!? Aren't you the kings daughter?" She asserts her voice to try sounding like a grown man but just ends up sounding like she's choking on something. You can't help but let out a tiny laugh and thankfully she's too busy with line delivery she doesn't seem to notice.

"I am the kings daughter! And you're a giant? But you're so small?" Leon glances down at his daughter, covering his own mouth as he tries keeping composure. She stomps her feet, readying herself to deliver her next line.

"Everyone says that I'm too small! I wish I could be bigger and show everyone home good I am."

"But I think you're perfectly fine the way you are. You're actually very handsome." Leon crouches down to her level, smiling at him as her eyes gleamed.

"And you're very beautiful madam. Would you like to be my wife?" Leon gasps excitedly, playing along with her enthusiasm. He always loved seeing his little girl look so excited.

"I'm not too tall for you?" The giant wraps his arms around the princess, hugging her tightly as he's hoisted into her arms. Leon carries her into the hallway and you raise your hands, about to clap when she rushes back in behind the curtain. Hoisting the bunny up.

"And so the giant and the fairy princess got married. Saving her kingdom and getting her fathers approval. Everyone lived happily ever after until the king died. The End!"

You start clapping as you stand up from the couch, your daughter coming out to take a bow, Leon coming back around the corner. He takes a little bow even before you get to your kids level.

"Honey, that was so good! Thank you for front row seats." She's jumping excitedly and smiles even wider when there's a knock at the door.

"Uncle Chris!" She screams running out of the living room. Leon freezes, staring at you while you stand.

"Chris is here?!" You look at him with a smirk.

"The girls are sleeping over tonight... Did you not remember?" Leon shakes his head starting to make a break for the hall.

"Uh, uh! I already texted Chris and he wants to see his nieces show... I didn't know you were gonna be in it though." You snort, covering your mouth as Leon looks at the hallway mirror and seems himself.

"Oh my God..." He looks mortified, knowing he's never gonna hear the end of this.

"Don't be so upset. At least you're the prettiest fairy princess in the whole house~"

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tomssexdoll · 6 days

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HOI🖖👽 sooooOOOOOooo can you do a Tom kaulitz x fem! reader

Like were he says sumthing he didn’t mean like:example,he said something about ur past that’s a VERY touchy subject during an argument

Add fluff at the end pls🙏🙏🙏🥺

(IF UR NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THID ITS OK 👌🙂🙂🙂)

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I didn't mean it

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: During an argument Tom brings up something really touchy from the past as an insult, you're heartbroken and hurt from his words, he instantly apologises and tries to make it up to you. A/N: AHHH WARNINGS: yelling, !!!!VERY GRAPHIC MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND A SMALL MENTION OF RAPE!!!!!!!!

Me and Tom were yet again in an argument, I got upset at him because he's been neglecting me, staying out late, not even touching me or holding me, nothing.

I brought it up to him this morning and it just exploded into an argument, him being defensive as usual.

"I'm so sick of you being so fucking controlling y/n!" he grunted, storming up the stairs. I scoffed and followed him closely "don't walk away from me Tom! You always do this, always running away when confronted with the truth!" I yelled.

"Because you take things so seriously! I just wanted time alone is that so hard to ask for?" he sighed heavily.

I grunted, him clearly not getting the point, "it's not that I don't want you to have alone time it's just that you're basically avoiding me!" I followed him into the bedroom, he was trying to find something to do to disract himself.

"Listen to me!" I grabbed his arm and turned him to face me, my eyes staring deeply into his, rage washing over them. "There's nothing to talk about!" he pushed past me, going into the bathroom.

I kept on yelling at him, following him into it, he turned around, hand on the doorframe and yelled "no wonder why your friend killed himself, he couldn't fucking stand being around you and neither can I"

My heart shattered instantly, the memories of my best friend killing themselves, him being in my arms as he died.

LISTEN TO TV BY BILLIE EILISH PAST THIS POINT I SWEAR IT MAKES A HUGE DIFFERENCE

6 years ago my best friend Arnie died, he was a gentle soul. He was gay and was heavily bullied about it, drowned in the toilets, food thrown at him, followed home. Arnie had learned to have thick skin, not allowing that to get to him, he knew they were just miserable with their lives and I loved that about Arnie.

The last straw for Arnie was when he was raped at a house party in 2008, the last time I saw him happy was when we seperated, I was hooking up with a random boy and he wished me goodluck. When I finished and tried to find Arnie, he was sprawled across a bed, bleeding from his back side.

I rushed to his aid and discovered that he was raped. Arnie was different after that, didn't insult back, was super quiet, didn't hang out with me after school like we usualy did.

I tried to offer help but nothing worked. One day I went to his house, he wasn't answering my calls or texts and his parents were out of town for the week. I found it weird that the door was unlocked, I went inside and into his bedroom.

I wish I didn't see what he had done, everyday it replays in my mind. I have nightmares about it every few nights.

I walked into his bathroom, he was in the bathtub, wrists on the edge of the tub, cut so deeply. I stood there for a second, shocked, trying to take in what I saw. After 10 seconds I screamed, running to him and holding him tightly, examining his wounds. 7 deep cut wounds, he was bleeding so much, the bathroom tiles covered in them.

My knees smudged the blood around as I held him, sobbing uncontrollably. "No no no..arnie you're ok.." I whispered, stroking his hair gently. He looked at me briefly, the life draining from his eyes "i'm sorry...i love you.." he muttered before taking his last breath, dying in my arms.

I screamed for him, my vocal cords ready to burst. Some neighbours called the police from my screaming, they came in and rushed to the scene, practically ripping me off Arnie.

"No! No no no! He'll be ok!" I sobbed, trying to get back to him, "ARNIE!" I screamed, the female officer held me close, stroking my hair softly, "he's gone baby...i'm sorry.." she whispered softly, I looked up at her, a tear falling down her cheek.

I buried my face into her chest, her vest cold and hard on my face.

They carried his body out, I couldn't bare to look and just stood there frozen. Later on the police women gave me a note he wrote, it read:

Dear my beloved Y/N,

I'm so sorry you have to read this, I'm sorry for even doing this. I know it's stupid and I know i'm supposed to have thick skin but I can't do it anymore, after what he did to me I haven't been able to eat, sleep or do anything properly, it runs through my head all the time, that memory of what he did never leaves my memory. It's driving me crazy Y/N, I wanted to stay strong for you, I wanted us to grow up and see each other get married, have kids, go through breakups together, live our 20s to the fullest, party like theres no tomorrow but I can't do it anymore. I wanted to be your best friend forever, be friends until we die, but I guess my fate is early. You know I love you more than life itself, you showed me it's ok to be me. You helped and guided me through everything but it's time for me to go, I love you and I'll be watching over you. Keep being your weird self and never forget me

Your soulmate, Arnie.

My heart was shattered into a million pieces, I still have that note to this day, I can't leave the house without it near me.

I got a tattoo of the last line, in his handwriting, 'your soulmate, arnie'. (inspired by evieskiess book my one and only <3)

BACK TO PRESENT:

My eyes widened, heart breaking into a million pieces, the heartbreak from that night coming back. My body went stiff, frozen in place. Unable to say anything.

Toms face instantly softened, he rushed towards me and started to apologise profusely, "oh honey no..i'm so sorry, I was just mad and I wasn't thinking straight, you know I didn't mean it", I looked at him, a stray tear falling down my cheek.

"Don't touch me.." I whispered softly, pushing him off me and walking to the bed, sitting on it. I bursted out into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, the tears unable to stop. All the pain I had tried to forget coming back.

He rushed to my side and held me tightly, "no baby..I'm so sorry, I'm so so so sorry" his voice thick with emotion, I could tell he was telling the truth but I was just so shocked, so hurt by his harsh words.

"Why.." my voice broke slightly "why would you say such a thing.." I choked out a sob, covered my mouth with my hands, they were trembling violently.

"I don't know..it was an in the moment thing, I didn't mean it at all, I'm so sorry baby I will do anything to make it up to you I swear, I love you with all my heart" he started to cry, tears falling down his cheeks as he buried his face in my shoulder.

My heart ached at him crying, I really wanted to forgive him but my heart just couldn't. I stood up and sighed, "I'm sleeping on the couch.." he nodded, standing up and brushing stray hairs from my face, kissing my forehead softly.

"I love you baby..." he whispered before letting me go, I turned my head to look at him and sighed "i love you too.." before walking off to the living room.

I sat on the couch, staring into nothing, my heart heavy and my eyes red. I rolled up my sleeve and stared at the tattoo, grazing a finger over it. I grabbed the note from my pocket and held it against my chest, laying back onto the couch, slowly falling asleep.

A few hours later I was woken up by soft arms wrapping around my waist, holding me close. I turned around, placing the note in my pocket and looking up at Tom.

"I know you didn't mean it baby..but I'm still hurt" I mumbled, he nodded slowly "I know baby..I know..i'm so sorry" he rested his chin on my head, stroking my hair softly just like the female officer did. I felt comforted, safe in his arms, again, just like I felt with the female officer.

"Do you want to go back to bed schatz?" he said softly, I sniffled and nodded, getting up and holding his hand, walking towards our shared bedroom. I grabbed one of his shirts and put it on, slipping into bed.

He smiled softly and slipped behind me, pulling me closer and wrapping his strong arms around my frame, keeping me warm and safe. "I'll make it up to you..I swear" he sighed, kissing the top of my head lightly.

"I'll be home more, I'll take you to band practices, I'll take you out with me, I'll do anything for you baby, I'm sorry I neglected you, treated you so badly.." his voice shaky "I love you, you're my world, my beautiful wife, my light. I'll do anything it takes to change, anything at all" I slowly turned around again, looking up at him, looking into his eyes for any sign of deceit, but all that presented was sincerity. Pure honesty. His eyes soft and gentle, willing to do anything for me.

I tucked a stray stand behind his ear, kissing him softly. "I love you..thankyou for that.." I smiled softly.

"I've always wondered though, why do you always keep his note with you?" he tilted his head, genuinely curious. I chuckled softly, "I don't know, it's the only thing I have left of him, something to remember him by" I frowned, tears welling up in my eyes again, "it's a reminder to me that he loved me and to keep going without him" Tom winced at my pain, stroking my hair gently and nodding.

"I understand..I'll keep it safe for you always" he kissed me softly, I smiled "thankyou baby.." I muttered before falling asleep in his arms.

E/N: I sobbed so hard while writing this no joke

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likablenightmare · 6 months

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Making him submit

part 2 // Tate x Fem Reader

Summary: (This is part 2. Please read the first part for more context) Usually Tate has complete control over you.. but this time it’s different. He is completely surrendered and submitted to you!

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, oral sex, sex in general… come on it’s Tate Langdon, duhhh.

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After you completely covered his neck with hickeys, you get a great idea… you remember there are some old ropes in the basement and you want to use them to tie Tate up so you can have complete control. You tell him to wait right there and not to move. He says, “okay.. whatever you ask I’ll do,” in a soft sexy voice. You quickly run down the stairs to the basement and grab the ropes.

You get back to your room and he’s sitting there in the exact same position you left him in, like a good boy. You tell him to lay down and put his arms up by the railing of the bed and start tying his wrists around it while he is looking at you submissively with his dark eyes. After he is all tied up you start to gently lick and suck on his neck.. his weakness. He starts to twitch desperately. You smile at him mischievous. “Please give me your pussy.. please?” He whines. You say ”not yet”.. he softly whispers, “please?” He is so cute when he begs, so you want to make him beg more.

Slowly, you run your hands down his abs, getting closer and closer to his pretty cock and right as you’re about to get to it you stop. He lets out a frustrated moan. You start to lightly touch his cock and giving it soft little kisses.. you give it one good lick then grab onto it with your hands for a couple of seconds. He looks sooo so hot when he is frustrated. He complains, “please don’t stop, please? It feels so good… I’ll be good for you. I’ll do whatever you want!”

You’re starting to become even more wet. You didn’t know how fun it was to make a guy beg for it! You say, “okay baby, I’m going to make you cum so good!” You get on top of his cock and only let the tip into your pussy. “Ahhh,” you both moan at the same time.

Going up and down slowly but only letting the tip slip in and out, not only teasing him but yourself too. But that kind of frustration feels so unbearably good. Unbearable in the sense that you can’t hold back any longer but you need to hear him beg for you just one more time. “P-pleaase, ugh it feels sooo good.. please let it go all the way inside of you! Please I- mmm I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel all myself inside of you! Please,” he begs as youre slowly going up and down on his tip. Finally you give him what you both want.

You’re going all the way up and all the way down on his cock but still at a nice and slooow pace. “Thank you!” He says with blushing cheeks as if he is embarrassed for begging and being so desperate. As you’re riding him you start to choke him with your hands around his neck and he lets out a choked up moan as his eyes start to roll back as if he died again but this time went to heaven.

You spit into his mouth and he swallows it like it’s the best thing he has ever tasted and sticks his tongue out for more. You spit into his mouth again and put your fingers down his throat to play with his soft tongue as he suck on your fingers. You can feel his cock throbbing as he starts to cum. It didn’t matter if he came in you because you are both already dead! One of the plus sides of being a ghost.

As he is pumping cum into you, you start to orgasm too. There is nothing like cumming at the same time while his warm sweet syrup fills you up. After you both finish, Tate almost instantly falls asleep despite his wrists being tied up to the railing of the bed. You wore him out! It’s as if he finds comfort in being possessed by you. He didn’t mind sleeping that way because you make him feel safe. You lay your head on his chest and start to fall asleep as you listen to his soft breaths. You both fall into a nice deep sleep.

The sun starts to come up and peak through the blinds. You open your eyes and look at Tate. You look down and see his cock. Tate is still asleep but part of him is awake. You slowly start to trace your hands down his abs and grab onto his cock. You wake him up in his favorite way possible. He starts to moan as you lick all the way down his tummy until you make it to his delicious cock. You wrap your mouth around it twriling your tongue around. “What a pleasant way to wake up,” he says. “Hmmm ahhh.. y-yesss! Don’t stop!”

You start to deep throat him and he is already about to cum. He cums all the way down your throat and asks you to untie him. You get up and untie his wrists and as soon as he is let loose, he grabs you and lays you on the bed positioned exactly how he wants you. He licks your stomach allll the way down as you did to him and makes his way to your pussy.

He starts licking and licking. It feels soooo good. He’s looking up at you into your eyes as you moan his name. He starts to softly suck and the continues licking. He slips his finger into you and starts going in and out hard and fast hitting all the right spots.

Tate gets on top of you and puts his cock where it’s meant to be. The bed is shaking and loudly thumping the ground from how hard he is pounding you. It feels so so deep in missionary. Now it’s his turn again to dominate you. He puts one hand around your neck and the other one on top of the railing of the bed so he can get a grip to fuck you as hard as possible.

Tate looks so fucking hot above you. He has fucked you hard before ,but you didn’t know it was possible to be fucked this hard. It’s so rough it hurts but it hurts sooo good. You’re moaning so loud as he calls you a good girl laying there and taking his dick. “Don’t stop! Right there!” You yell. You cum all over his cock as your legs twitch. Your pussy is so sore from all the sex you’ve been having so you give him a hand job to finish him off.

Hand jobs might sound boring to some ,but you loved playing with his cock in your hands and staring into his eyes, especially after you guys are both warn out! After you make him cum you both go downstairs and he makes you your most favorite breakfast ever! Pancakes!

Fucking him is the most amazing thing in the world but so are his pancakes. You thank him, “Yummy, I really appreciate these! My favorite.” he smiles and kisses your forehead. How lucky you are to find someone just a psycho but just as in love as you are!

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wow-thisismylifeiguess · 11 months

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Soap only calls him Simon when he's in trouble. Not in a playful way. Not when he's joking around and Soap whines out his partner's name to get his attention. No. Soap calls him Simon when Ghost fucks up.

It's so rare, Ghost never really worries about it. He gets used to the number of other names Soap calls him.

"Come on, LT! We've got shit to do!"

"Ahhh, Ghost plans on actually spending time with the team? Guess you really do like us after all."

"Si, can you look at me? There we go, just like that. I love you."

'Simon' is reserved for when Soap's infinite patience is lost, and Ghost is forced to look at his partner. Feel the weight of his stare.

"Simon."

It's enough for a cold shiver to pass over his spine. Makes him stand taller, at attention. Waits for Soap to pass judgement over him.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Simon."

He /is/ looking, he just can't quite meet Soap's eyes. Not until he's given a direct order, and when he does glance up, it's to a chilly gaze. Makes him feel like he's been doused with nothing but ice water.

"Are you paying attention?"

Ghost is, especially when Soap uses that tone with him. He nods and gets a look that makes him swallow thickly.

"Yes, si- Soap. I'm listening."

"Good. Now tell me, Simon. What the /fuck/ was that behavior?"

Soap is referring to their last mission. One Ghost had nearly not returned from, and it was because he made a bad judgement call. Had gone specifically against Soap's instructions, had been /warned/ that walking in there without waiting for backup was a fucking risky move, and Ghost had done it anyway because he'd been...not cocky, that's the wrong word. But confident. Overly so.

In the end, Soap had to drag him out of the building while Gaz tried to hold his guts together.

His stitches tug and ache as he stands in front of Soap now. His eyes catch sight of the bandages on his partner's shoulder. Bandages he wouldn't have needed if he didn't go after Ghost.

"I was doing my job." He answers. It’s an attempt to sound defiant, but his tone falls flat, even to his own ears.

"Is dying on your list of duties, Lieutenant?"

The rank has Ghost on edge. To be scolded like this by a subordinate? ....he should be pissed. Instead, he feels like shit.

"Answer me, Simon."

"No."

Soap lets out a hissed breath.

"/No/. Exactly. So, please. Explain to me, why the /fuck/ did you run in there yourself, when I told you explicitly that it was dangerous? Do you want to be a ghost that badly, Simon?"

The second part is a rhetorical question, so Ghost makes no attempt to answer. Instead, he tries to avert his eyes again, only for Soap to clear his throat. Ghost looks at him, sees the way his partner crosses his arms over his chest.

"You almost bled out on me, Simon. I was covered in your blood. Just tell me why you went in."

And the way Soap's voice softens finally, Ghost is hit with a wave of guilt. He's the one who almost died, but Ghost can accept that. Can accept not coming back home. What he can't accept is leaving Soap behind.

"'m sorry, Johnny. Thought I had it handled, really. It's not the first time I've cleared a building myself."

"You're amazing, Si. But you're also human. Don't ever do that again."

"I won't." And he's telling the truth, because as much confidence Ghost has in his skills, he trusts Soap's judgement more. Besides, he never wants to hear 'Simon' come from Soap's lips ever again.

#a twist on soap calling ghost ‘simon’….#soapghost #ghostsoap #cod #my post

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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I love your blog 👁👁 I get scared to interact sometimes cause it just??? Makes me anxious so I watch from afar but I do be loving your content.

On a very unrelated note,Steve's happy trail literally makes me go feral

Ahhh, don’t be anxious! I’m just a dummy dork, lmao! Thanks for sending this in, babes! I’m in a Steve slut kinda mood, so this had me 😛

Warnings: Language and NSFW.

~*~

Sometimes it felt as if being in the presence of Steve Harrington made time stop and everything fall into the slot of slow motion. Every panting breath being rushed from your lungs in rapid pouts that pour off your lips, leaving you struggling to function. He’s the human embodiment of your every sinful fantasy, and you seek to worship, to indulge. Everything that happened between you two doesn’t help matters, always having to be close and rely on the other and care for the younger members of the group.

Watching Steve Harrington grow into a man that smiled softly at you, rather than a boy who once sneered and smirked because you were different, it’s unfathomable. Steve Harrington has ways to make the impossible be violently obliterated and pieced together into something that is so uniquely better. And that’s precisely how you ended up kissing him during a drive in movie that you left the kids behind to attend — just the two of you. Dustin had simply snickered his cheeky Henderson speak, flashing Steve an overly theatric wink, as if to say ‘sure, idiot.’

One thing led to another and you were crossing the distance over the console of his BMW and fisting a grip into his auburn button up and tugging his mouth against yours. What was rejection, right? You’d almost died too many times to live with regrets anymore. And Steve, as if he’d expected, hoped, reciprocated with large hands cupping your cheeks and panting into your shared airspace. The rest, as they say, was history. You became Steve Harrington’s girl.

It was an adjustment dating him and his differences that somehow meshed well with your own. He accepted your differing interests with a curiosity that pathed the way into quite a few sticky situations, both sexual and non. Your appetite to have his cock in your hands or your mouth, or somewhere on your body became outrageously frequent. One night during dinner Robin had teased you about being suffocated by the hair on his chest, leaving you to squeezing your thighs together. Steve licked the corner of his mouth, Robin pausing with her hand around her fork. “Oh, ew. Is this like a sexual energy I’m witnessing right now? Because I’m the one being suffocated.”

You both ignored her ramblings and she had left with her leftovers. Steve, the suave bastard, popped those buttons open on his polo shirt, exposing that dark patch of hair that got your mouth to water. He slid back in his chair, working his hands up and down the tight denim wrapped around his thighs. He’s such a fucking slut without even trying. But he knows what makes him look good.

Steve Harrington is truly hairy. Living that reputation out before your very glazed over eyes on a daily basis.

“C’mhere.” He had said, patting his lap, voice gravelly.

~*~

You’re on your knees now, settled on the plush carpeting of the living room, Steve’s shirt long gone, your fingers playing with all that hair that covers his firm chest and trails into the band of those Levi’s that are halfway down his hips, his bulge in your sights, thick and swollen. His leg hair is just as thick, curling across his muscular chest thighs, and it tickles you, his chest hair going smooth between your fingers, wrapping around your fingertips. Your cheek catches the wet spot that has dampened his boxer front, your mouth brushing a chaste kiss over the meat of his thigh. You’re so fucked out that you can’t breathe, little puffs off air blowing across his legs and his covered cock, which jumps at the oxygen layered stimulation. Your fingertips trickle down his body, over his sternum, pressing a few known pinches into his nipples, settling your found purchase in his happy trail that rests on his tummy, which holds a slight pudge.

You love Steve’s body and that, while he’s still somewhat athletic, lifts weights, he isn’t that cocky jock and he’s let himself grow into gaining a little extra without shame. He’s fucking perfect. You watch him groan, hazel irises blown out to thin rings, hips lifting to help you climb into a straddle across his lap. He pulls you down into him and rolls his hips, nose smashing into yours. His voice is laced with wanton rasp, lips finding the curvature of your throat, biting out a command. “Take off your shirt and bra. Need these gorgeous tits on me, baby.”

He doesn’t help you, simply holds onto you behind your bent knees, eyes shamelessly drinking in your movements until your shirt and bra are somewhere on the floor below. He’s greedily squeezing the globes of your breasts in his hand, fingertips rolling and rubbing your nipples into hardness. His big hand sinks into your lower back, palm pushing you flush to him, his coarse hair scratching, stimulating you in all the right places. He rides you in his lap like this, over his cock, your panties soaked through, his dick rock hard, remaining silent, waiting for your pleas.

You give, whimpering. “Stevie? If I be a good girl for you, may I please have your big cock?”

Trying not to let his ravaging lust show, he remains impartial, teasing your temptations. “What way do you want my big cock, honey?” He uses an emphasis, driving himself further into your jean covered cunt.

“Inside my stupid pussy.” You answer, running a hand through his chestnut tresses and pulling.

“Fuck. That’s my girl.” His hips snap up, hands moving to shove his pants and boxers down to his knees with your help, that fat girth slapping against his stomach, smearing pre-cum into his happy trail.

Your mouth waters. If there’s another thing about Steve Harrington that you appreciate, it’s that dark bush that surrounds his cock, that tickles your clit with each thrust of him inside you, whether he’s in charge or you are. Your boyfriend is hairy. And you’ve got all night to play with him.

#asks #insearchofnewdreams #kink hour #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #kristenwrites

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kaminocasey · 1 year

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25 Days of Life Day: Day 21 - Taking a Warm Bath with Dogma

Summary: You get stuck out in a small blizzard and warm up with Dogma in a bath.

Warnings: 18+ Suggestive Language

The sun was starting to set and the snow was coming down harder than it was before, covering the sidewalks and roads. You’re almost afraid that you and Dogma aren’t going to make it before nightfall. You’d been the one to make the suggestion to go and grab a bite to eat after the rough day you both had had.

Unfortunately, neither one of you knew that it was supposed to snow. So, here you are in the start of a blizzard, freezing your asses off, and starting to not be able to feel your toes. Your shoes and your socks are wet and cold and starting to become unbearable.

“Come here.” Dogma tucks you into his side, sending your discomfort. “Tuck your head into my neck.”

You do as he says and let him guide you, thinking warm thoughts, which isn’t hard to do because he somehow smells warm.

“Dis…tract m-m-me. T-t-talk ab-b-bout any-th-th-thing.” You tell him, teeth chattering.

“Like what?” He asks, tucking his face closer to yours.

You laugh. “Anything.”

“Fives and Echo got into a fight this morning.” Dogma starts talking.

“A-b-b-bout w-w-what?” You shake, holding onto him.

“About Fives leaving his underwear all over the barracks after his… encounters.” Dogma chuckles.

“Y-you ought… to t-t-teach him to pick up-p-p after-r-r himself.” You laugh.

“I try.” He shrugs. “Two more blocks. I promise.” He kisses your head with cold lips.

You nod, keeping your eyes glued to his coat zipper, clutching onto him for dear life.

“When we get back, I’m gonna draw us a bath.” He murmurs.

“You’re… gonna sneak… into my barracks… after hours?” You feel that familiar warmth pool into your stomach, just thinking about Dogma naked.

“Sure am.” He grins. “Gonna warm you up and wrap my whole body around you to get you warmed up.”

“That sounds p-perfect.” You start to think about it and you swear your body goes a little warmer.

“I’m gonna let you sit between my legs and run my hands down your front.” He starts to tell you, and you almost can’t believe what you’re hearing.

Dogma’s usually pretty shy when it comes to this kind of stuff. He’s more of a shower, not a teller.

“Go on.” You grin.

“And then I’m gonna spread your legs so that I can push my fingers into your-“ He tells you as you hear someone come running by.

“What are you two doing? Get your asses inside!” Fives whooshes by you.

You look up and see the gate to the base and both forget momentarily what you were talking about.

“What are you doing out?” Dogma calls out to Fives.

“Tell you about it later!” Fives smirks and then runs toward his barracks.

You both know exactly what he was doing.

“P-p-player!” You yell after him, laughing.

He turns slightly, giving you and Dogma a sly grin. “Have fun keeping each other warm, you two!”

Finally spotting your barracks, you and Dogma book it as fast and carefully as you can inside. You and Dogma both let out simultaneous “Ahhh’s” as you let your body adjust to your room’s temperature.

“Starting that bath now.” Dogma kisses you before going back to your fresher to run the tub. “Take off your clothes and get under the blanket.”

“That sounds awful right now.” You shed your coat to the floor.

“I know but it’s the only way to get you warmer faster.” He starts to peel off your wet clothes, neglecting his own.

“I’ve got it. You get out of yours.” You insist.

Ignoring you, he grabs your big blanket off your bunk and wraps it around you once you're fully naked. The warmth of your blanket is instantly satisfying.

Dogma peels the rest of his clothes off and takes the blanket from you, wrapping it around both of you and pulling you against him. His naked body is still cold but yours is already warmer than it was so it shouldn’t take long to get his body temperature back up.

“I’m sorry my idea turned us into icicles.” You murmur, kissing his bare chest.

He rubs his hands up and down your back, trying to create some friction for warmth. “Don’t be. Any time spent with you is a good time.”

“Liar.” You laugh.

He leans his head down near your ear. “I mean it. Whether or not we’re being intimate, or just grabbing dinner… I’m happy to be near you.”

“You mean that?” You look up at him, finding him smiling softly down at you.

“Of course I do, mesh’la.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you.

When your body temps finally return to normal, Dogma leads you to the tub, helping you in. The warm water makes you go fuzzy all over and Dogma gets in behind you, immediately pulling you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you just like he promised. You nestle your nose against his neck, kissing the base of his throat. He sighs, content.

“So, what were you saying earlier before we got interrupted by Fives?” You smirk against his skin.

He hums, traveling his hand down further until he reaches your warmth. “Let me remind you.”

TAGS: @grievouus @brynhildrmimi @madameminor @dumfanting @rain-on-kamino @misogirl828 @rexandechosandwich @corona-one @tecker @ladykatakuri @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @twistedstitcher27 @zoeykallus @maulslittlemeowmeow @littlemousedroid @arctrooper69 @rexxdjarin @agenteliix @padawancat97 @hated-by-me @sleepingsun501 @crosshairmylove587 @idlenesses @redheadgirl

#25 days of life day #tcw dogma #tcw dogma x reader #tcw dogma x you

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As a part of celebrating recently hitting 50 followers, here's a future snippet of sibverse. (You know... Heartache is well designed for having to fight someone you love dearly.)

Glass had ended up asking Yume to babysit Nebby so that he and Star could do their jobs. It had been a while since he'd done as much as he should in helping Ink with their own Guardian duties.

At some point he ended up in an empty AU. It shouldn't have had anyone left, Error or BH would likely destroy it soon and he couldn't for the life of him understand what was compelling him to visit such a place. But here he was, walking through the snow in silence.

Then he noticed him. Sitting in the snow, still as a statue and seemingly waiting for something (or someone) was a very peculiar Swap Sans. There were plenty of Underswap AUs, but this hadn't been one of them. And this one had a very particular starry, almost galaxy- like appearance.

Maybe he was seeing things? Was it the snow creating an illusion? Maybe another, different monster was hidden somewhere, creating an illusion.

“Cos-mo?” Glass called out, hesitant. It… it couldn't be. He'd died centuries ago.

The skeleton responded to the name, turning to face the Creator. He still had traces of how he'd died on his body, eyes lifeless and more dead than alive. But it was unmistakably his Blue.

It took painfully long for Glass to realize the hyperventilating was coming from himself. He covered his mouth, trying to calm himself. It wasn't real it couldn't be real!

“You should run,” Cosmo choked out, voice uncharacteristically quiet and strained. “He… he's going to make me attack you.”

His SOUL felt about to burst, that was his voice, he'd recognize it anywhere, it haunted his dreams even now. He grabbed for his phone, he had to get Star to help- but he only managed to type up a few words before Cosmo attacked suddenly, causing Glass to jump back and press send early while summoning his glass pen.

Cosmo’s movements were jerky and irregular, more like a puppet on a string than his usual vibrant self, but those were undeniably his attacks being used on Glass. Glass could only dodge and defend, determined not to harm his dear friend.

Glass’s phone rang. Star. “Glass, what's going on? I only got part of your message.”

The distraction ended up getting Glass’s arm sliced from a bone attack. He whimpered at the pain and threw up an ink wall in defense. “DREAM! YOU NEED TO GET HERE! PLEASE, HE-” He yelped as another attack destroyed his wall and sent his phone flying. “Please stop! You can't do this to him!” It was probably useless, but Observer was probably watching and listening.

Star wasted no time arriving near Glass, knees buckling at the sight in front of him. “N-no. He - this is fucked up, even for you, Observer.”

Glass was in the middle of evading more attacks. He heard Star, but he also hated pain and didn't want to hurt Cosmo so all he could do was focus on the fight and on defending himself. “S- Dream!”

Glass's voice spurred him to action, jumping up to pull Glass behind himself while he tried to figure out how to get close enough to activate a seal to stop Cosmo from attacking.

The Observer's demented giggles could be heard in both their heads. But this is so much fun, Star! Ahhh the drama of watching a sweet, pure skeleton, killed once because he was unable to fight back against his crush’s brother. Now brought back to fight his dear friends! And Glass’s reactions are simply the best! That artificial SOUL really works wonders for you, Star should seriously let me play with you more.

Glass covered his chest with his hands uselessly, as if that would stop the Observer from “admiring” it. “Stop it! He should never be forced like this! He's suffering like this!” He tried to help Star get as close to Cosmo as they could manage safely.

But of course he is! And that's what makes this so fun! Hmmm… but I can't have you stopping him just yet. A staticky, magenta portal appeared to yank Cosmo through before Star could seal the swap skeleton. Oh I have an idea! Let's see how much LV I can force him to gain! His reaction will be fascinating to watch!

“NO! STOP! GIVE HIM BACK!”

But it was too late. Cosmo was already gone.

#sibverse #dreamtale dream #dream sans #ink sans #swap sans #sibverse observer #undertale oc

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divinesouldariax · 9 months

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h/c spell prompts with Cure Wounds and Ashton and Milo? (Romantic or platonic, dealers choice!)

Ahhh this one was nice and cathartic, in a difficult way. Thank you for the prompt! I hope you enjoy it! <3 ~Martin

Content warning: this fic contains some dark and unhealthy thoughts and actions on the subjects of chronic pain, disability, self-endangerment, alcohol use, and guilt. Also, there's blood.

Milo was cleaning up a spill from a mug of coffee in the front room when Ashton walked in through the front door, covered in blood.

Well. Covered was maybe a slight exaggeration, but it was soaked down half of the front of his vest, dripping from their nose, and dried across their hands. He was stumbling, unsteady on his feet.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Milo said, shocked and a little horrified.

“Fight,” Ashton said shortly. They continued to walk in, heading down the hall towards their bedroom.

Milo rushed after him, grabbing the curtain to stop him from closing it behind them. “Are you drunk? You are bleeding. A lot.”

“Yeah.” Ashton sat down, wiping roughly at his nose and barely wincing.

“Fuck. Let me go get some stuff, I can heal–”

“Don’t fucking bother,” Ashton told them.

Milo frowned. They crossed their arms. “Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t matter.” Ashton tipped their head backwards and let out a sharp, tired laugh. “Doesn’t fucking matter what you do, Miles, it’s not gonna stop.”

“Stop bleeding? Come on, give me some credit, I can fix a broken nose. And whatever happened to…” Milo gestured at their own collarbone, seeing the gash that was probably the source of most of the blood on Ashton’s.

“No, not the fucking bleeding, I don’t care about the fucking bleeding.”

“Then–”

Ashton let himself fall backwards diagonally across his bed. His chest rose and fell as he breathed just a little more heavily than he normally did. “All of it,” they said unhelpfully.

After a pause, Milo said, “Okay. I’m gonna go get my healing stuff, ‘cause you’re getting blood everywhere.” When Ashton didn’t protest again, Milo went to fetch all of the healing supplies they had built and learned how to use after Ashton’s fall.

When they returned, Ashton had his eyes closed and he didn’t respond to Milo quietly saying his name. It wouldn't be the first time they had come home and immediately passed out drunk–at least it was on his bed this time, and not in the hallway–so Milo set to work healing up the new injuries as best as they could. The jagged cut just below Ashton’s throat was superficial, and his nose wasn't actually broken. Milo took out a handkerchief and used it with a little magic to clean away all of the blood from Ashton's clothes, skin, and the blankets underneath him. They were about to get up and leave him to rest when he spoke.

"See? Doesn't fucking matter."

"What do you mean?" Milo asked.

"Getting hurt, getting fucking healed, doesn't matter. Everything still fucking hurts."

Milo winced. "Ash…"

"I can get beat to shit and I don't even care."

"Oh, gods, Ash–"

"No, and it–it doesn't stop, and I drink and I fucking…punch somebody, just to make it stop for a second, but I know it's gonna fucking…be back. Never gonna fucking leave me alone. It's always going to fucking hurt."

And there was guilt. There was so much fucking guilt that Milo didn't know what to do with it. It was their fault that Ashton had ribbons of metal gluing their shattered bones and flesh back together, their fault that he hadn't been healed right, that he would never be free of the pain and the reminder of the fall, of the Nobodies leaving, of everyone fucking leaving them.

They wanted to get angry. Milo felt the same boiling fury in their own chest that they saw sometimes in Ashton’s eyes, and they wanted to scream, to get rid of the guilt by giving into their worst impulses and telling Ashton that he was fucking lucky to be alive, would he rather Milo hadn't bothered to save them, would he rather be dead–

But they didn't want to know the answer to that. And they didn’t want to lash out when it wasn't Ashton that they were furious with.

"Do you want me to go so you can sleep?" Milo said softly.

"No," Ashton said, their voice hitching and their hand reaching out briefly towards Milo before they pulled it back down to their side. "Fuck. I mean, you can. It doesn't fucking matter."

Already in pain, doesn't matter if it gets worse. Everybody else already left, doesn't matter if you do, too.

Milo let out a quiet sigh, pushing the rage away to deal with another day, and stayed.

#my writing #ashton greymoore #milo krook #prompts #cr fic #critical role fic #author has chronic pain and is currently quite pissed and tired about it #not quite at the 'starting barfights with strangers' level of pissed but yknow i get it #to the other folks who have sent me these prompts: they're all lovely and i will get around to them #eventually. probably. i have to admit i'm not like great at filling prompts these days #but i'm trying! and i'm spinning the prompts around like a washing machine. tryin to get good ideas. it'll happen.#okay goodniiiiight i'm gonna try to pass out now and ignore my own pain

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wheels-of-despair · 3 months

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Getting to Know Your Eddie Prompt Game

(get a clean copy here to make your own)

prompts by myosotisa and deathbecomesthem and jo-harrington

What story is he from? What kind of story is it?

Evil Woman, Don't You Play Your Games with Me started as a fix-it fic, and since I thwarted the events of S4 in 400 words, I had to give him other things to do. 🥰

What inspired you to write this Eddie?

I just... loved him. I wanted him to be happy, and since thinking about him being happy made me happy, I started writing about it and never stopped.

I'd never written fanfiction before Eddie broke my brain. I didn't even know the "You" fics were a thing until The Summer of Eddie. But my tumblr wife @eddiemunsonsmum listened to me ramble and encouraged me to write, and now I write for so many characters with the same face, it'd be alarming to anyone outside the fandom. 😂

What are your favorite headcanons about him/share something you never shared in your story?

Eddie is very sensitive about his hair. Have a fic about it that I've been holding back because it's a sad one. But if somebody just walked up to him and touched it, he'd flip out. Evil Woman has earned the right to play with it, and has located the spot on his scalp that knocks him right out. She, of course, uses this knowledge for evil.

What does he wear on a casual day? On a dressier day? What does he wear to bed?

Eddie's a jeans and a t-shirt guy. On a dressier day, he'll wear jeans with no holes in them and a button-up over his band shirt. In the summertime, he'll sleep in boxers. When it's cooler, plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt. In the dead of winter, maybe he'll add some socks and a hoodie. Unless it's like, really cold, then he thinks you should both strip and get under the covers. For body heat. 'Cause science.

Favorite foods?

Eddie's adventurous when it comes to food. He'll try anything once. (Okay, vegetables may take a little prodding.) But it's hard to go wrong with a bacon cheeseburger and fries.

Tell Us About His Family/Friends

Uncle Wayne is the reason Eddie is the Eddie we all love. In the Evil Woman-verse, Eddie comes to live with Wayne when he's 8. His mom died when he was 7, and his dad was... awful. But Uncle Wayne took him in and took care of him - and taught him how to take care of himself, and others. Wayne is the reason Eddie looks out for the little guy, because once upon a time, Eddie was the little guy.

I don't write about Eddie's friends a lot, because I feel like people's eyes kinda start to glaze over when the story strays from Eddie/EW. But just know that Corroded Coffin practices frequently, and Hellfire has been known to hang out as a group outside of school. You're just getting mostly the ahhh-we're-finally-alone stories.

Yeah Yeah, he's a Metalhead. Tell Us MORE About His Taste in Music in your story

Owns every record Ronnie James Dio has appeared on. Has figured out when the nearby record stores do markdowns, and visits on those days to buy whatever he can afford, even if he's never heard it before. If it looks metal, it's coming home with him. Gets super excited when he finds an awesome new band, and can't wait to make you listen to it share it with you. Will be an asshole about having to listen to music he doesn't like.

What are his views on romance? On sex?

Eddie finds romance in the everyday - you zipping his jacket up or reaching out to grab him and keep him from running into a pole or him stopping to tie your shoe. He also enjoys embarrassing his loved ones with grand romantic gestures. Insert eyeroll here.

Eddie was a virgin when Evil Woman acquired him, so he is going to live and die a one-woman man. UNDER PAIN OF DEATH. But that also means that all his exploring will be done with someone he trusts.

Is he optimistic or pessimistic?

Both? I feel like Eddie and Evil Woman are the switchiest of switches in every sense. They eventually even each other out in everything. When he's down, she'll Pollyanna him. When she's not feeling it, he'll be her cheerleader. Teamwork!

Where or with whom is he most comfortable?

Uncle Wayne's. It's been home since he was 8, and was the first place he ever felt truly safe. And when he gets to bring Evil Woman there? To sleep in his bed? In his favorite place in the world? The Ultimate! Also his van, he likes his van.

What are his views of his future? What are his hopes/dreams?

I think Eddie's a realist. Sure, it's fun to dream about going off and being a rockstar and touring the world. But I think he'll settle for playing the occasional gig a few towns over and letting some college kids fawn over him and buy him beer. Ultimately, he just wants to survive. If he could be happy about it too, that'd be great.

What do you imagine his future looks like?

I have a plan for them, but it's not set in stone yet. I'm seeing cohabitation and eternal devotion and staying close enough so that they can do holidays with Wayne and EW's mom every year.

Anything else you'd like us to know about your Eddie/your story?

I don't think Eddie and Evil Woman will have kids. I think they'll occasionally run out of condoms and be like 'well, whatever, if it's meant to be, it'll be' and it just doesn't happen for them. They don't try to find out why. They're okay with it. All they need is each other.

Treat this like an ask game and have people ask or just fill it out as you'd like to.

This is not done in a spirit of "right and wrong" but more to give your readers, mutuals, friends a chance to get to know the mindset that you approach your/ANY Eddie Munson in. And if you want to write this for Steve or Robin or whoever and not Eddie, go right ahead. Copy paste post.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x evil woman

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Letter to Sandiedog3

Hi Skippy-Since I can’t write to Sandiedog3 personally, I am submitting this to you. If you think it is OK to run with on your site, I greatly appreciate it. PS-Art class starts soon. :-) Pilgrim

Your letter today, Jan 3rd, was spot on. First, enjoy the little ones and then take a long, guilt-free rest! As for the news which is totally upside down and very depressing, I have reached the same unsettled plateau as you. Now that the IGLBW is not posting untold puff pieces each day on how beautiful, rich, royal, pregnant and smart she is, it seems our job shining daylight on that “vampire” is done, as the word is out. When she first hit the headlines, I could not believe what she was up to and had to join the fight against her non-stop lies. That led me into the royal world which I had not studied in depth…just the People Magazine covers of Princess Di, her wedding, marriage, funeral, Fergie’s messes…the usual.

Here with Skippy and all of you educating me about the Commonwealth, I grew to admire and then love Her Majesty ERII. How she made it look so normal is the sign of a consummate pro. Her brilliant halo of modest honesty is sorely missed. Being the same age as Charles, (yep), watching his moves since those articles in our Junior Scholastic Magazines, I have finally taken off the tired, rose-tinted glasses like the boy in the tale “The Emperor’s New Clothes.” There for all to see is the same pampered, sly, single-minded, oligarch he has always been. Raised on the teat of power, protected by great wealth, “they” are not like us. They don’t really like us, even if they do attend our public events, seemingly engaged. They will keep $iphoning off the backs of their people because that is their mission in life and they can.

Here, we had a tea party and somehow managed to win the Revolution…those 20% who make things happen are truly astounding. Unfortunately, right now, the US is flunking managing a Democratic Republic and is filled with our own super rich oligarchs grabbing control. We are slipping each day and most of us see it happening while they build huge yachts or bunkers on islands while flying in private jets to go shopping, or a party and of course another vacation. So superior and above the fray…literally.

Crime and illegal immigrant stats here are off the charts! A new historic high of 2.5 million illegal migrants at the southern border in 2023 is recorded. “A total of 341,392 illegal aliens crossed in Sept 2023-an increase of nearly 40,000 over August.” Unvetted, they are secretly bussed or flown to major cities where they demand free housing, free education, free healthcare, jobs and a driver’s license which means they can vote!!!?? They are not even US citizens and can’t speak or read English! Here on the Cape many are infected with tuberculosis. It seems we don’t even have our one sacred vote because the system is compromised. Millions of us are quietly furious at the wide-spread corruption which just keeps getting worse as police are leaving their jobs in droves. Individual states are standing by their own governing laws to do the job the Federal gov refuses to do.

KCIII can use organic farming, infrastructure and fear mongering climate change for his reign. In reality, people don’t change and actions speak louder than words like his royal refusal to “read the room.” Exhibit 1-His coronation. Camilla made queen. Harry in attendance! Ahhh well, it is only a wink in time as far as the earth is concerned and we have Atlas to thank for holding up the sky.

Thank you Pilgrim, I will pass this on @sandiedog3❤️

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Ahhh I’m obsessed with your blog!!! Can I pls request tate crushing on y/n after hearing her sing & play nirvana on the guitar and attempts to flirt/get with her? 🥹🥹🥹 thank u and Ilyyyyy

notes : Oooo i love this idea and glad you enjoy my stuff! also speaking bout nirvana. What are yall's fav song from them if you do listen to them and what song do you think would be tate's fav? I personally love in bloom and about a girl and think tate would love lithium :) enjoyy and love you all <3

pre-death tate and before all the brainwashing from the house

Shouting and arguments is all that's heard in the house. Tate was sick of it, sick of everything his mother was doing. Ruining his family by killing his dad and beloved beau, and he never liked how his mother tried replacing his dad. Trying to pretend their family is perfect again, well it’s not when there’s a killer in the family. When Tate found out how beau died, he started to go insane. Oh how much hatred he felt for Larry, but when things started to go out of hand in the house. He would always resolve it with alcohol, going to the usual bar near his school. So that’s where Tate went after school today, he couldn’t handle another second in that house with his mother.

Tate plugged in his earphones into his ipod and jammed them into his ears, blasting them with nirvana as he took the path to the bar. As he was walking, Tate looked up at the sky, admiring how the dark clouds were starting to cover the light blue ones. Until someone accidentally bumped into him.

“ Shit shit shit “

Y/n panicked as one tiny nap became a whole slumber that’s now made her late to her first gig. Well that’s not a good first impression. Y/n needed a bit of money to keep her stable after highschool so she took up the opportunity to audition for a gig with her three people band. This also worked out for her as she growed up wanting to perform rock to the public. Y/n was the lead guitarist and singer while her two other friends were bass and drums.

Y/n packed her electric guitar and changed into something more presentable. In honour that she’s performing nirvana songs tonight, she wore her favourite MTV unplugged album shirt pairing it with a striped long-sleeve shirt underneath and black jeans. She dangled some chain necklaces around her neck and slipped into her boots before running out the house.

The bar she was performing at was 15 minutes away from her house and she still managed to be late. Her performance would start at 6.20 pm and it was already 6.25, so she had to sprint there in order to not keep the people waiting any longer. But of course, with her luck she had to bump into someone along the way, making them drop and break their ipod.

As the ipod hit the ground and broke into pieces, she gasped and cursed to herself. How unlucky could she get now? Y/n had no time to stop and help the stranger, she was gonna lose this opportunity to her dream if she did.

“ Gosh uhm, sorry I wish I could get you a new one but I have to go, sorry again “ she picked up the two pieces and handed it back to the blond boy before running to the bar.

A girl about Tate’s age bumped into him and her force made his ipod drop out of my hands. Making it drop to the ground and shattering into two pieces. Tate looked at her panicked expression as she just dumped the broken pieces into his hand before running away. Of course he was mad inside, but he was too tired of feeling angry due to his domestic problems. Besides he had spare ipods in his drawers so it wasn’t a big deal.

Tate opened the glass door and immediately went to the drinking area. He went here so often the bartender already knew what he wanted, so he just sat on the tall stools as he waited. The bar was more crowded than usual for some odd reason because this was not a well-known boozer. That’s why Tate liked this place, not a lot of drunken or chaotic people could disturb his already messed up day.

“ Here’s your regulars “ the bartender served Tate a couple of drinks knowing he downs them fast.

Beers and shots is what Tate drinks on a shitty day. He snatched the vodka shot and threw it down, the hot sensation of the liquor burning his throat as he continuously emptied more glasses. A sudden cheering made him stop his movements, turning around Tate saw a band on a platform with a spotlight on them. ‘ Since when did they start doing gigs? ‘ Tate thought to himself. Curiosity overtook him as he sat on his stool watching the performance happening. As the lead guitarist pulled the strings on her guitar, Tate instantly knew what song it was. It was Lithium, his favourite song by the band nirvana. Who knew he would ever hear a live performance of his most adored song, might not be by his idol Kurt Cobain but he took what he could.

Throughout the song, Tate felt like the voice singing the song was very familiar. Taking a clearer look at who it was singing, he realised it was the girl who bumped into him. To be honest, when Tate first saw her he thought she was very pretty. Now he found out that she also likes his dearest rock band and she also had a beautiful voice rendering songs from them, which made him feel like maybe he found one person who would understand him.

It seems like she really likes this band, her shirt had nirvana on it, her guitar had Kurt’s name engraved on it. She also is only performing covers of their songs for this gig, and to say the least the crowd really enjoyed it. The more Tate saw her perform, the more he felt something flutter in his heart. He really wanted to get to know her, she seems really cool, so he decided to stay until her little concert was over to get her name.

“ Alright everyone, that’s it for tonight. Hope you enjoyed it and have a wonderful night! “ Y/n spoke into the microphone and slowly went off stage.

Woah was that tiring, Y/n has been singing for a straight hour. She was hungry and very thirsty, so after she went off stage she gulped down a whole bottle of water. Her mates smacked her on the shoulder, congratulating her and she did the same. This was her and her band’s first so called concert and it was really a success. The boss said if there was a big crowd, their pay would increase as they brought the boss more customers. And to say the least, there were way more people then what all four of them expected, the bar was a full house. So they were all excited for their check.

A tap on her shoulder interrupted the conversation, making her turn her head. To her surprise, she saw the blond boy. Her bandmates left them to their privacy, going somewhere else.

“ Hey uhm, remember me? The guy whose ipod you broke? Yea I’m here to get my money back “ Tate said sternly

The blood on Y/n’s face drained as panic took over, making Tate laugh.

“ I was just joking, I have some spares at home so not a big deal. “

“ God you scared me, and again, I’m really sorry about wha- “ Y/n got interrupted halfway

“ Hey let’s just pass that, really it was no big deal. Anyways I was here to say you were great on that stage and who would have known you shared the same interest as me. “

“ No way you like nirvana too!? “ Y/n excitedly said, she didn’t really have a lot of friends who shared this interest with her for her to rant about it every second.

“ First and only band I love “ Tate said proudly

Y/n was amazed, oh how this similar liking can bring butterflies into her stomach. Maybe she wasn’t unlucky at that moment, maybe luck was on her side for her to meet him.

The two kept on talking and talking, until Tate found the courage to ask her out.

“ So uhm, you’re a really cool person and maybe I can take you out for dinner some other time? “ Tate mumbled nervously

“ Ooo, you asking me out? “ Y/n teased as Tate just looked down and blushed.

“ I would love to go out with you, in fact we can go now, I’m starving after this long night. “

Tate's eyes lit up and a bright smile formed onto his lips, what a miracle this is. Tate never knew a girl would ever agree with him to go out. He recommended a diner near the bar that runs 24 hours as it was getting late already. Honestly they were the perfect match, they both helped each other in many ways and Tate showed her that maybe the world isn't full of sunshine and rainbows but Y/n showed him that there is still life in this shit world.

Tate brought reality into her sunshine

Y/n brought rainbows into his thunderstorms

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Chapter nine

'It hurts. My whole body hurts..'

People yelled in the background, panicking and sending orders. "Too much...broken..blood loss..not going to make it."

She managed to partly hear dimly. "Doesn't matter.. she..do everything you can.."

That voice.. Is that Shinobu? Wait, where was she?

(Y/n) tried to open her eyes, but her muscles refused to listen. She was stuck in some kind of sleep paralysis.

Then she was too tired to remind conscious and drifted off to a shallow sleep..

...

The first thing she heard was the soft humming of the nurse beside her as she finished replacing (Y/n)'s bandages.

She opened her eyes partly, barley managing to keep them up. She tried to get the nurses attention, but when she tried to talk, nothing came out. Her throat was too dry to speak. She then moaned in frustration, and that's when the nurse's head turned to her.

Her jaw dropped a little as she stared at her in shock. "S-SHES AWAKE! THE ICE HASHIRA HAS AWAKENED!" She begins to scream as she runs out of the room, causing to (Y/n) ears to ring.

A few seconds later, she heard a few pairs of feet approaching the room in a hurry. She started to sit up, groaning from the piercing pain that stabbed her. "You mustn't do that!" She heard someone say. it was a girl with dark hair and a blue butterfly pin in it, standing at the door. "Let me help you," she got closer to (Y/n) and helped her sit up.

"It's a miracle you're still alive, really.. no one thought you would actually make it. With injuries like you had, a normal person would've died on the spot. Well, you ARE a hashira, though, so I'm not surprised."

The girl tried to make up a conversation, but (Y/n) shook her head and pointed at her throat. "Ah, right! Here, drink some water. Later on I'll give you some warm tea to make you feel better, but that will do for now."

She handed (Y/n) a small cup of water, and she drank them eagerly. "Is everyone okay?" She asked with a raspy voice.

The girl nodded, "Fortunately, yes. Inosuke, Tanjiro, and Zenitsu recovered pretty fast. They weren't seriously wounded. But you and the flame hashira on the other hand though.."

As she mentioned Rengoku, (Y/n)'s eyes quickly shut open. But before she could finish the sentence, they both heard some noises from the corridors outside.

"Sir, please! You mustn't come out of bed, you might collapse!" A young girl begged, but it seems that the one she was talking to was ignoring her because her pleadings didn't stop.

"Girls, help me here!" She called.

But then, a hand gripped the door frame as the owner used it to help their body move. And at the door stood Rengoku, panting and full of bandages.

His left arm covered his stomach as he stared at (Y/n) with shock and relief. "You're alive.. " he whispered as tears started to stream down his face. "Thank goodness you're alive!!" He then collapsed and fell to the floor.

Three little girls entered the room and tried to carry him back to his room, "Aoi-chan, help us!" They said. The girl that stood next to (Y/n) quickly rushed to their side and helped them carry him back.

(Y/n) stifled a chuckle, 'that man..' she thought playfully, 'so stubborn.'

...

"(Y/N)- CHAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!!" An ear ringing scream filled the air. (Y/n) sat in bed that had become her home for the past couple of days as Mitsuri came running into the room.

She sobbed uncontrollably, "(Y/N)-CHAN, I HEARED EVERYTHING! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA DIE BUT I COULDN'T COME VISIT YOU UNTIL NOW IM SORRYYYYYYY!!!!!" She wrapped her arms around (Y/n)'s head as she continued to cry.

(Y/n) giggled and put her hand on Mitsuri's back, "it's okay, I understand." She then winced in pain, "I will appreciate it if you won't suffocate me to death, though." She managed to say, and Mitsuri immediately backed off. "I'm so sorryyyy I'll be more gentle-"

"Ahem.." a man's voice coughed. Mitsuri looked behind her and saw Rengoku sitting on a chair next to the bed, grinning awkwardly. "AHHH RENGOKU-SANNN I DIDN'T NOTICE YOUU!!" She flinched and wrapped her hands around him too. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE TOOO!!"

Rengoku laughed and patted her in the back, "You should thank (Y/n)! Without her, I wouldn't be here right now!" He nodded, and (Y/n) quickly protested, "Oh stop, you totally saved me back there. Without you covering for me, I wouldn't be here too." She corrected him.

"Stop being so stubborn and accept my praises, (Y/n)! I'm only stating the truth!" He insisted.

"Well, so am I." She replied. Mitsuri stood there awkwardly, "E-ehh.. let's just say you helped each other! That's what teammates do! Oh wait, Rengoku-san, Tengen-san asked me to deliver it to you that he's waiting for you outside." She released her arms around his neck and went to stand beside (Y/n).

"Ah! I didn't expect a visit from him. I should take my leave now!" He got up slowly and headed to the door, (Y/n)'s eyes following his every move without noticing it until he got out of sight. She sighed in disappointment. "Oh,don't worry, he will be back soon." Mitsuri now sat on the wooden chair.

"W-what?" (Y/n) asked as she turned to her. Mitsuri giggled as she tucked some hair behind her ear. "Don't forget who I am, (Y/n)-chan! If there's love anywhere, I can detect it right away!" She said cheerfully.

(Y/n) turned red from her words, shooking her head repeatedly. "L-love??? Oh no, I'm afraid you got it wrong! I mean, Rengoku-san is really important to me, but not romantically!" She explained herself, but the denial only made Mitsuri giggle more. "Even a blind person could see the way you look at him, (Y/n).. your eyes are filled with desire!" She laughed at the flustered girl as she desperately tried to hide her red face.

"Don't say such things, and stop teasing me! It's nothing, it's really nothing!" She shook her head again, her hair becoming ever messier. Mitsuri didn't even try to hide the joy she found in teasing her nonstop. "Ah, but don't get me wrong, Rengoku-san is also horrible at trying to hide it! It's like he's screaming at you that he likes you, but you keep denying it."

"You're mistaken, Rengoku and I are just friends! I know he feels the same way, too!" (Y/n) insisted.

It went on and on, Mitsuri teasing and (Y/n) denying, until Mitsuri had to leave. She cried once again and tore herself off (Y/n), then went to her way.

Now, it was lonely again. She sighed and leaned back. Rengoku was busy recovering as well. He could rarely get out of bed because the nurses wouldn't allow it. She looked out the window longingly, desperately wanting to get some fresh air. She barely got out of bed lately, and she was tired of just sitting in that room.

Suddenly she decided, she will get out no matter what! Just a small stroll in the garden won't hurt..

She carefully set up and moved her body to the side of the bed. The floor looked cold, and there wasn't really something she could lean on if she would fall. 'Maybe this is a bad idea..' Just thinking about the pain that the fall would cause gave her chills.

"What are you doing?" She suddenly heard and flinched. Rengoku stood at the door, leaning against the frame. "Rengoku-san? How are you out of bed? Did the girls let you?" She questioned as he put his finger on his lips, signaling her to be quiet. She quickly nodded.

He got closer to her and sat beside her on the bed. "Although I appreciate their concern about my health, I recover quickly, and I am not as frail as I was a few days ago. So I let myself bend the rules a little, but don't learn from me. You are at a much worse condition." He answered her questions.

She sighed and nodded, looking out of the window again. "I was thinking about taking a stroll in the garden, but as you can see, I was afraid I won't be as stable and fall. May I ask you to help me? My skin is craving the warmth of the sun.." she stared at him as she asked, trying to convince him. Just thinking about staying in bed a little longer made her annoyed.

He then grinned and got up to his feet, "Of course!" He said joyfully. "I would love to reach out a helping hand!" He wrapped his arm around her waist gently as he helped her carry her body weight. "Lean on me," he requested, and she did. She placed her hand on his hip as she rested her head on his chest.

"Okay, let's go!"

...

She hummed as she sat under the sun. Oh, how much she needed this. "Thank you, Rengoku-san." She said to the man sitting beside her. He then chuckled, "Back to Rengoku again? What about kyojuro?" He looked at her, and she seemed uncomfortable.

"Well.." she blurted as she became a little flustered from the mention of her behavior back then. "I thought I was going to die there, so i let myself call you that. If I'll try it now, though, it'll feel disrespectful." She admitted as she drew some doodles on the dirt with a stick. "Disrespectful? How would that be disrespectful? I called you by your first name when we barely knew each other!" He called and crossed his arms.

She shook her head slightly, "No, I didn't mind that at all. But you're older than me, and I know that we are both at the same rank, but your abilities are stronger than mine, so I should at least respect that." The sun began to hide behind the clouds, and (Y/n) looked at the sky, disappointed.

"Ah, that's just nonsense! I'm older by a few months! And don't disrespect yourself like that again. Should I remind you that you literally saved my life a few days ago?" He then noticed her body shivering slightly, "are you cold?" He asked.

"Yes, it is quite cold.. but that's okay. It usually happens when it's cloudy. Because of my breathing style, it's sometimes hard for me to keep my body heat." She hugged herself as she looked at the sky.

Rengoku hesitated, "You.. can use me if you'd like.." his cheeks were a little tinted, but that didn't made him run from her gaze. She turned to him with a puzzled expression, "Pardon?" She asked.

"M-my body heat is very high! So if you're feeling cold, you can use me..!" He now seemed a little regretful about the offer. He was afraid it would cause her discomfort. She then chuckled, "it's like we're really the opposite, aren't we?" She smiled, and he shifted closer to her.

They both looked at each other with hesitation, trying not to overstep their "friendship" boundaries, not knowing what was right and what was wrong. Rengoku swallowed thickly as he wrapped his arm on (Y/n)'s shoulders, trying to be as gentle as he could, considering her frail condition. She then rested her head on his chest, rubbing her cheek slightly.

'His heartbeats..' she thought and stifled a chuckle, 'they're so loud.'

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other's touch. "It's almost winter," Rengoku whispered. From the lack of response, he looked down at the girl, only to find her sleeping soundly on his chest. Her muscles relaxed, her breathing's deep.

His gaze softened as he caressed her face carefully so he won't wake her up, admiring her features and stroking her hair. "Mmnn.." she grabbed his hand slightly in her sleep.

"Sleep tight, (Y/n).."

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