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hiii i luv ur work^^ can i request a fic where carmy get sucked off so good it makes his brain short-circuit a little? like he came home all tired and pent up n reader just "blow" it all away. wanna see this man get taken care of🥺 he's alway got so much on his mind i just wanna see him fucked till his brain is empty

Short Circuit.

Carmy doesn’t know how to shut his brain off. Luckily, you do.

pairing - roommate!carmen berzatto x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing.

word count - 1.8k

authors note - carmy’s a little bitch in this one!! mwahahaha!! to my love who requested - i’m sorry I ended up making him a bit pathetic here, but in my defence… he does give off the energy of a wet cat, so. this set in the roommates universe, but the fics have no particular order <3

if you enjoyed, please reblog!! reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which in turn creates more. <3

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“Sit the fuck down.”

Carmy blinks at you like a deer caught in headlights, confused and struggling to process.

“W-what?”

“You heard me, Carmen. Sit the fuck down before I shove you there myself.”

You gesture at the couch only a few feet away, crossing your arms over your chest expectantly.

He exhales shakily before placing his mug of coffee on the kitchen counter, walking over to do as you ordered.

He’s never really been bossed around by you before. Sure, you scold him occasionally, warn him when he does something wrong, but never like this. He can’t tell if he likes it. He thinks that maybe he does.

He gets comfy on the couch, sitting back against the cushions and spreading his legs. His white t shirt spreads deliciously across his broad shoulders, tight and worn. His old flannel pyjama pants look so cosy, you itch to reach out and run your hand across them.

Carmy’s watching you curiously, waiting for your next move. He can’t predict what’s going to happen, which would usually make him nervous. But right now, he’s got electricity buzzing through his veins, crackling and charged.

You set your own mug down and saunter over in his direction, as if you have all the time in the world. You stop at the window and shut the blinds, smirking over your shoulder when he raises his eyebrows in a silent question.

“Don’t want to give the neighbours a show.”

Carmy’s breath hitches in his chest, panting with anticipation. You crack your knuckles and stretch your arms above your head, suppressing a laugh when you see his eyes glued to the skin you expose between your t shirt and pyjama pants.

You stand in front of where he’s sat, patient and waiting. You look so tall, looking down on him, so completely powerful. He’s suddenly very confused by his own feelings.

“I’m sick of you bitching and moaning,” you begin, dropping to your knees on the patterned rug. “So I’m gonna make you shut the fuck up.”

Carmy suddenly sits up straight, full attention captured.

“What?”

“God, do you ever listen, Carmen?”

He’s silenced by your rebuttal, so you continue.

“You’re stressed to the max, and you don’t know how to leave work at work. You bring it home, complain for hours, and then wonder why you can’t relax. You need to shut your brain off.”

Carmy swallows harshly, eyes never leaving yours.

“And how am I supposed to do that?”

“You’re not. I’m gonna do it for you.”

With that, you rise up onto your knees so you’re face to face with your roommate.

“You okay with this?” you whisper, searching his features for any signs of trepidation.

“More than okay,” he breathes, leaning in to you. “Kiss me first? Please?”

You don’t think anyone would be able to resist him in this moment, when he looks and asks so pretty.

“Whatever you want, babe.”

You press your lips to his gently, resting the waters. Carmy instantly pulls you in with his arms around your back, deepening the kiss. You slip your tongue into his mouth and take control, nipping at his bottom lip when he gets too cocky.

“I’m in charge,” you tell him lowly. “If you wanna stop, say stop. But otherwise, I’m gonna keep going until you can’t remember your own name.”

Carmen’s eyes roll back at the promise, head hitting the sofa behind him as he groans. You settle back down between his legs, pulling his pyjama pants off and throwing them aside.

You trail open mouthed kisses up his thighs, starting at his knee and ending at his hip. Occasionally you bite down, soothing the sting with your tongue as you go. When he starts to fidget, you fully sink your teeth into his muscle, sharp and warning. He flinches, and you smirk.

“Patience, Carmen.”

“Don’t wanna be fuckin’ patient,” he grumbles under his breath, petulant as ever.

You look up at him firmly, and he gets the message.

Running your fingers up and down his thigh, you sit and enjoy the way goosebumps rise across his skin. You’re on a power trip, buzzing with the adrenaline of having a man like Carmy at your mercy.

“Good things come to those who wait,” you tease, before dancing your fingertips across the material of his boxers. His hips buck up into your hand and you relent, pulling his underwear down and off in one quick move.

He hisses as the cool air of the room hits his heated skin, the combination of sensations overwhelming.

You kiss along his hipbones, tasting salt and the musk that’s so Carmy. Nudging your nose into the juncture of his thigh, you chuckle when he shudders.

“Please, babe.”

“What do you want, Carm?”

“Just- just do something, please. Anything.”

Maybe it’s the rare show of manners, or maybe it’s his pleading tone, but you finally take pity on him. Grasping him in your hand, you give your wrist an experimental twist, biting your lip when he groans.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, all breathy and strained. He sounds so pretty like this, all loose limbed and pliable. “Shit, babe. Yeah.”

You take your time learning what he likes. Twisting, pulling, applying a little pressure. Carmy is writhing in his seat, completely unable to keep still. You keep pushing his hips back down firmly, putting him in his place.

He has his eyes screwed shut, head thrown back into the couch cushions, gorgeous neck exposed. You take him by surprise by wrapping your lips around him, sucking gently. His hand flies to your head, grasping for grip, for any kind of anchor.

You double down on your efforts, twisting your wrist as you hollow your cheeks. You rake the nails of your other hand down his thigh, squeezing occasionally to let him know you’re still good.

You feel his muscles go tense, knuckles gripping the cushion underneath him. He’s right on the edge - you can sense it.

So, you stop.

You pull away completely, laughing when his eyes shoot open, brows furrowed together.

“W-what? What the fuck? Why’d you stop?”

“Because I can.”

Carmy doesn’t even have the energy to come up with a sarcastic response. Instead, he sinks further into the couch, looking down at you with those big blue eyes.

“Babe.”

“So whiny. Jesus, Carmen, have some self respect.”

On any other day, he wouldn’t take that lying down. He’d sass you twice as hard, smirking when you roll your eyes. But today, he doesn’t have it in him.

“Please.”

“Oh you sound so pretty when you beg.”

He blushes, heat blooming up his chest and across his cheeks. He reaches out and traces your lips with his thumb, a tender gesture among all of the filth currently occurring.

“Do it more.”

He blinks at you, wondering if he heard you correctly.

“What?”

“Listen for once in your life, Berzatto. I said, do it more. Beg. Beg for it, and I’ll make you come.”

Carmy thinks he might have died and gone to heaven. He’s never seen this side of you before - in all honesty, you didn’t know it existed. He’s discovering a lot about himself tonight, and as confusing as it is, he’s loving it.

“Please, honey. Please.”

You click your tongue disapprovingly, shaking your head.

“Nuh uh. I want you to beg so hard that I am dripping, Carmen. Make it count.”

“You’re getting off on this,” he chuckles in disbelief. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

You mime tapping an imaginary watch on your wrist, signalling him to hurry up. In reality, you’d kneel here on the rug all night if he wanted, content to watch him all high strung and flushed.

“Okay, okay. Sweetheart, please. Fuck, I need it. Need it so bad. Need you so bad. Just- give me anything, something, please.”

His voice has gone all breathy, shaky and unsure. He sounds like he’s on the verge of tears, and the mental image of him crying because of you turns you on more than it should.

“Oh baby,” you coo. “Was that so hard? Hmm?”

He shakes his head, bitten lip between his teeth.

“Gonna give you what you need now, because you were so good. My pretty, pretty boy.”

It might be your tone, or it might be because you called him your boy, but Carmy melts. He’s nothing but a puddle, mewling and panting, no coherent thoughts left in his brain.

You get back to work, hollowing your cheeks and working whatever you can’t fit in your mouth with your soft hands. You swirl your tongue, pressing it to the underside of him when you pull back slightly for air.

You wonder, for a second, if you’ve broken your roommate. Nonsense is leaving his lips in constant streams, babbling under his breath like he’s lost his mind.

“Yeah baby, keep going please, please don’t stop.”

“Fuck you’re so good, s’good, so good.”

“Just wanna come, please honey, I’ll do anything. Anything you want.”

“Ohhh, yesyesyes, oh fuck, thank you baby, shit.”

You keep humming in response, and the vibrations are Carmy’s undoing. His hips jolt upwards as his back arches off the couch, fingers scrambling for purchase. He hits the back of your throat and you groan, letting him ride it out however he needs. He relaxes back into his original position, body completely spent.

You squeeze his thigh to get his attention, making sure he watches as you swallow everything he’s given to you. He groans, low and tired, shaking his head with a smile on his face. You rest your head on his leg, looking up at him.

“You good, Carm?”

He nods, trying to gather the energy to answer you properly.

“Yeah,” he says after a while. “I genuinely think I’ve never been better.”

You laugh, and the sound makes him grin, all slow and saccharine.

“I can’t move. Think you’ve ruined me.”

“That was the plan,” you wink, standing up and pulling his boxers back up his legs.

You grab a bottle of water from the kitchen, watching as he downs it all in one go. Sitting next to him on the couch, he pulls you into his side, slotting you there perfectly.

“Thank you,” he whispers into the evening dusk of the room. “Not just for making me come harder than I ever have in my life. But, you know… for everything.”

You chuckle, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Of course. You’d do the same for me.”

“Next time you have a bad day, I’m gonna throw you on the couch and eat you out until you cry.”

You groan, pinching his thigh in warning.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

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ham-st4r · 10 months

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𝑹𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒑𝒕.𝟒 - 𝑳.𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈

𓆉Pairing: heeseung + female reader!

𓆉Warnings: smut, blow job, oral, pet names, mommy kink, unprotected sex, public sex, cream pie, edging, over stimulation, cock warming, praise kink, insecurity, cursing, alcohol, jealousy, angst, crying, sub heeseung.

𓆉Genre: best friends, smut, 18+, read at your own discretion.

𓆉Summary: nothing sounded better than spending a relaxing day on the beach with heeseung and your friends, but what happens when you go to grab a drink and a guy suddenly approaches you at the bar and heeseung happens to notice you two?

𓆉Number of words: 6,5k (wasn’t supposed to be this long :/)

Find your way around!

It’s finally here!!!! Hope you all enjoy don’t forget to comment and reblog!

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

The whole car ride to the beach was filled with nothing but whining and complaining cause you and heeseung “took too long to get ready,” and according to Sunghoon, the sun had already started to go down. (Which it hadn’t. It was still really early) mind you, the ride was like 5 minutes tops, and you were going to lose it if you heard Jay scolding you for sleeping late one more time. The only thing that was keeping you sane was sitting on heeseung’s lap while he discreetly rubbed your thigh and the soft rumbles in his chest whenever he laughed at one of the guys for complaining.

Luckily you all had arrived at your destination before you got a headache. Once Jay found a parking spot, you all filtered out of the van. You and heeseung were the last to leave cause he was trapping you in his arms and pinning you against his chest. “Let’s just stay here” he placed a kiss on your shoulder while massaging your thighs.

“Stop it hee! Before we get caught,” you giggled.

“Let ‘em watch” You glared over your shoulder, and he quickly put his hands up in defense.

“I’m only kidding. You know I don’t want anyone seeing you the way I get to” he kissed your neck softly. “Unless,” he added with a lighthearted tone.

“I hate you,” you both laughed as he freed you from his arms, allowing you to exit the minivan.

“If anyone even tries checking you out, you send them my way,” he said while grabbing your bags from the trunk.

“Getting a little possessive now, are we?” You smirked.

“Is that a problem for you?” You expected him to deny it, but you were pleasantly surprised when he didn’t.

“Not at all” You closed the trunk while he picked up your bags up from the ground.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked confidently. “Now, let’s go before Sunghoon starts his never-ending complaining” You both shared a laugh and walked to the beach together.

“Look who finally decided to show,” Sunoo chimes this time while the rest of the group sighs in annoyance looks like they weren’t just only getting on your nerves today.

“Look who decided to help me with the bags,” heeseung rebuttals.

“It’s like three bags,” sunoo scoffs.

“Then take them!” You laughed at the meaningless banter between them. You went next to heeseung and took the bags, leaving them both speechless with their mouths gaping open.

Once you found a decent spot that was a bit more secluded, you started unpacking.

“I could have taken them, you know,” Heeseung says once he catches up to you.

“And when was that going to be?” You look up at him standing above you with your hand over your eyes to shield you from the beaming sun.

“Not you too, I can’t take any more complaints,” he whined and plopped down on the blanket that you spread out.

“It’s okay. I know you want to be treated like a princess anyway, so I carried them for you,” you stated.

“I do not!” He defended. “I’m a manly man,” he nods.

You hum in acknowledgment, deciding to agree with his claim even though you know it was a complete lie.

After you got everything set, you pulled out the sunscreen and started applying it to your upper body.

Heeseung watched you enviously, not cause he wanted to put it on you but cause he wanted you to put it on him.

But how could he tell you that without being accused of wanting to be treated like a princess?

A brilliant idea pops into his head when you finish putting your sunscreen on.

He grabbed the bottle for a moment and pretended to think. “Can you put some on my back? It’s just, you know, kinda hard to reach, so..” he trailed off, and you noticed the blush dusting his cheeks, and it definitely wasn’t from the sun.

“Of course, princess” You tapped his nose, and his mouth parted to fight you back, but only a small little sigh escaped his lips before he closed his mouth cause he knew you were right. He wanted you to take care of him, and there was no getting around it. “Turn over” You smiled at his obedience and spanked his bottom. He let out a tiny squeak causing you to smile even wider from his cuteness.

“Me next” You saw a shadow appear from behind you, and you could already tell who it was from his playful tone.

“Jake, isn’t your girlfriend like ten feet away from you?” You question.

“Oh yeah,” he’s hit with the realization and makes his way over to her. “Baby!” He shouts, and you shake your head.

“Imagine forgetting you have a girlfriend,” heeseung chuckles.

“Imagine,” you smile as you squeeze another dollop of sunscreen on his lower back.

You rubbed the white lotion-like substance on his tan skin and massaged it in. When you were finished, you placed your hand inside his swim trunks and started rubbing his butt. You thought he would have stopped you, but you should’ve known he’d like that.

“Why’d you stop?” He whined.

You shook your head slightly and ignored him. “Turn over hee.”

“Okay!” He said excitedly and turned over so you could do his chest. Before you could even get more sunscreen, another voice interrupted you, and you sighed.

“Go find Hoon,” you said to Sunoo. Without even turning around, you watched his shadow disappear from behind you, and you breathed a sigh of relief. You knew it was supposed to be a trip you all took together, but right now, you just wanted to spend time with heeseung.

Besides, you weren’t going to be everyone’s personal sunscreen applier when there were like three other people that could do it for each other they’d just have to get past their male egos and let another man put it on for them, simple as that.

Heeseung was leaning on his elbows while you rubbed the sunscreen all over his pecs.

“Y/n!” Of course, it just had to be him.

“Fuck off, hoon,” you said, half joking, half serious.

“Okay, damn, I was just going to ask you to help me put sunscreen on my back.”

“Didn’t Sunoo already help you with that?” He stared at your back, confused.

“This is my first time hearing of this” he squinted his eyes. “Are you lying just for me to leave you alone?”

“No hoon” Your shoulders dropped, and you sighed loudly. “Just go find him.”

“Sunoo!” He yelled and walked up the small hill of sand in search of his friend, that was conveniently nowhere to be found

“Looks like they have it figured out,” Heeseung commented as he looked to his side and saw Jay and Jungwon peacefully applying each other's sunscreen.

“Good, I don’t think I could take it if somebody else came up to me. I’m already occupied with you,” you said and made sure the coast was clear before dipping your hand inside his shorts and taking hold of his length.

His mouth parted, a shocked gasp leaving his lips as your fingers tickled along his shaft.

He just stared at the front of his shorts for a moment, not being able to grasp the entirety of the situation until he felt your hand lightly squeezing around his base.

You bit your lip to hide your smile as you started working your hand up and down on his dick.

“Y/n!” He whisper, shouts, eyes frantically darting to all the beachgoers. “What are you doing?” He kept his voice low, trying his best not to show just how much he was panicking.

“Nothing,” you say innocently as you rub your thumb over his already wet tip.

His head fell back, and he closed his eyes as he felt you rubbing the wetness over his girth, making the slide of your hand even more pleasing. “What if someone sees?!” He bites back a moan and opens his eyes to look at you, and you can tell by his blown pupils and half-lidded eyes as he stares back at you that he was already a goner.

“What happened to let ‘em watch?” you teased him for the comment he made earlier.

“No, I don’t want anyone but you seeing me,” he whined.

“Well, if you keep turning your head in every direction, you’re bound to grab someone’s attention,” you scold. “Be a good boy and keep quiet for Mommy, yeah?”

“Fuck okay” he released a shaky breath and succumbed to your persuasive touch with little to no fight.

You leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips. His eyes fluttered open when you pulled away, and he looked so cute, with his stomach tensing and biting on his lip to hold back his whimpers, even though a few slipped out every now and then.

The closer he got to cumming, the harder it was for him to stay quiet. He wanted to be good for you so badly, but he just couldn’t. It felt way too good for him to stay quiet. “M-mommy,” he moaned right when he was on the edge, but you stopped before he could fall and get lost in the whirlpool of pleasure. “F-fuck, I’m sorry,” he panted and ran his fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay, baby boy, just meet mommy in the bathroom in five” You checked your surroundings one last time and kissed his forehead before you left.

Five minutes felt like five hours, especially with his ranging boner that felt like it could bust if his swim trunks brushed it the right way.

His eyes flashed over to his friends. Jake was busy eating his girlfriend’s face. Sunoo and Sunghoon were still fighting about sunscreen while Jay and Jungwon had gotten in the water.

He could barely take five steps before he heard Jake shouting his name. “Where's, y/n? We’re about to go swimming.

“I don’t know, I’ll go find her,” heeseung rushed out while discreetly adjusting his shorts so his hard-on wasn’t on full display.

“Hurry! And don’t take a whole fucking hour this time,” heeseung sighed.

“For fucks sake,” he mumbled to himself, wondering why the fuck everyone was micro-managing you two all of a sudden.

He finally made it to the bathroom and whispered your name to figure out which stall you were in.

You quickly opened the door and snatched him inside by the waistband of his shorts. “Took you long enough.”

“I was- never mind,” he said when you pulled down his shorts without giving him any time to explain.

“We have to hurry,” you said while getting on your knees and spitting in your palm, taking his length into your hand stroking him it up and down.

“Y-yeah, they are waiting on u-us,” he groaned, resting his head against the door.

“Then you have to make it quick” You winked and tapped his tip on your tongue before swallowing him whole until his tip was touching the back of your throat.

That shouldn’t be a problem, given the circumstances. “Yes, Mommy,” he moaned, and you loved how pliant he instantly became. He balled his fists at his sides when your lips wrapped tightly around his base.

You hummed around his length as a thin string of salty precum hit your taste buds and slithered down your throat as you sucked him off.

You placed your hands on the backs of his toned thighs and trailed them higher until you reached his ass and kneaded the soft flesh in your palms.

His body shudders, and his eyes fall close while little whimpers echo in the small space of the bathroom stall.

He bucked his hips involuntarily, the head of his cock pushing out your inner cheek, making it bulge.

You pressed your palms into his ass, forcing his hips forward until his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat. You gagged around him immediately, but something about choking on his cock was so thrilling that you did it again and again until you felt him twitching inside your wet mouth, and soon his warm cum spurted all over your tongue and down your throat. “M-mommy,” his voice cracked as more soft whimpers emitted from his throat.

A satisfactory hum rises in your chest as you close your eyes and swallow down his seed.

His hips came to a halt, and he trembled in over-sensitivity as the last dribbles of his cum filled up your mouth.

His upper body was heaving up and down his neck, and his chest was a bright shade of red while he tried to calm down and catch his breath.

You licked his shaft like a cold treat on a hot summer day until every last bit of his cum was swallowed up.

You squeezed his ass playfully, and he whimpered, enjoying the soft yet aggressive touch.

You giggle and pull his shorts back around his waist before he helps you up from the floor. “Always such a good boy for Mommy” You pulled him closer to you by the drawstring of his shorts and caught his lips in a kiss. He shamelessly moaned into your mouth when he tasted himself on your tongue.

He slipped his hand inside your bikini and started fondling your ass. When he pulled your strap to your top down, you had to pull away cause he was getting a bit too handsy, and you still had to get back before the others got suspicious of your whereabouts. “We should go before… you know,” you say reluctantly and rest your forehead on his while exchanging each others breaths.

“But what about you?” He whines and pushes his face into the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin but being careful enough not to leave a hickey behind.

You straightened out your clothes and wrapped your arms around his thin waist. “Later,” you say, 'cause the risk of getting caught wasn’t worth it.

“No,” he whined again. “Let me just…” He put his hand inside your bottoms and pressed the pads of his fingers against your clit, making you gasp from the sudden pleasure. “…Make you feel good” he placed sloppy wet kisses along your jawline as he backed you up against the wall. “I’ll make it quick, I promise” he dropped down to his knees, pulling your bathing suit down around your ankles.

He wasted no time flattening his tongue and lapping up your arousal, moaning as soon as he got a taste of you. “Taste so good, Mommy” he looked up at you innocently, blinking his eyes while he wrapped his lips around his clit, pleasuring the tiny bud with his warm wet mouth.

“That’s a good boy” You ran your fingers through his hair as he pushed two of his fingers inside your wet heat and easily found your spot, caressing it over and over.

Just the look in his eyes as he ate you out was enough to make you cum. He looked so good on his knees like that. “Right there, my prince, keep g-going” you stuttered when you felt your high slowly creeping up on you.

He moaned erotically as you praised him. The soft look he gave you as he swirled his tongue on your clit was what ultimately sent you toppling over as a wave of euphoria crashed over you.

Your tight cunt clenched down on him as his fingers strummed against your thigh, making your whole body shake with pleasure as little goosebumps formed all over your skin. “My good boy,” you praised him over and over again until your orgasm started to slowly fade out. “So handsome” You stroked his cheek as he removed his fingers and sucked them clean you wondered how he could look so cute while doing something so filthy.

He grabbed some tissues, cleaned you up a little, and pulled your bikini back to its original place as you helped him up.

You shared sneaky smiles and gave each other one last little peck. He grabbed your head and led you out of the bathroom. “Wait, what if someone sees us together?” You question.

“It’s fine. I told them I was looking for you anyways” he squeezes your hand a little and smiles. “Come on. Apparently, we’re supposed to go swimming.”

“Oh no,” you laugh and follow heeseung out of the bathroom once the coast is clear.

“Oh yes,” he says, both of you already knowing it was going to turn into some type of crazy swimming contest where whoever loses has to do something dumb like skinny dipping at three AM.

After you all went swimming, luckily, Jake was the one who got his own punishment well, along with Sunghoon. The both of them had to sleep in the same bed together when they got back to the hotel.

You were all currently soaking up the last bits of sun before you called it a day. “I’m gonna get a drink. You want one?” You asked heeseung, who was still lying beside you. He gave you a small nod.

“Pick something for me,” he smiled.

“Okay!” You made your way to the drink stand and ordered. You got heeseung the same drink as you while you were waiting on your order you heard a male voice greeting you.

“Hey beautiful,” the stranger said, and you rolled your eyes and turned around to face him.

“Hi!” You greeted him politely cause you didn’t want to be rude.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” He approached you and sat down on one of the seats.

“I’m actually here with my boyfriend,” you pointed to heeseung, who was a couple of feet away.

“Lucky guy,” the nameless man states, not that you cared about knowing his name, but if he was going to try to approach women, he should at least properly introduce himself first.

You chuckled awkwardly while trying to let him down easy.

Your drinks were finally ready, and you were praying to a higher being that you could now slip away from this very off-putting gentleman without him saying anything else.

But unfortunately, that did not happen.

“You know, if I was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let a pretty little thing like you out of my sight” he looked at you from head to toe which made you even more uncomfortable.

“Yeah, haha,” you laughed uncomfortably.

Heeseung turned his head searching for you. You were taking a bit long just to get a drink, but oh, how he wished he hadn’t when he saw you laughing with some random guy, and your smile looked way too bright just for it to be a friendly conversation.

Suddenly he felt sick, and his heart dropped to his stomach after seeing you like that with a man that wasn’t him.

Heeseung knew he wasn’t your boyfriend, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to be and even fantasizing about the idea of it and to see you seemingly having the time of your life with a guy you just met felt like absolute shit to him, especially after doing what he did with you earlier in that stall.

He got up and wordlessly walked back to the van to grab his clothes. “Where are you going?” He heard Jungwon say behind him.

“I’m not feeling too well. I’m gonna head back to the hotel,” heeseung muttered dejectedly.

“Want me to drive you?” Jay offered even though the hotel was a few minutes away.

“No, I’m good,” heeseung faked, smiled, and declined the offer knowing that he was probably going to cry on the way there, and he didn’t want to do that in front of his friends and ruin their day with his stupidity.

“Suit yourself,” Jay reclined and lowered his shades.

“We’re gonna have a campfire. Come back later if you feel better,” Jake shouted to heeseung before he got too far away.

“Yeah yeah,” heeseung whispers.

You had finally got away from that weirdo and escaped the very uncomfortable, awkward conversation. You walked back over to your spot, but heeseung was nowhere to be found. “Where’s heeseung?” You asked Sunghoon.

“Fuck off, y/n,” he jokingly responded the same way you did when he came up to you earlier.

You smacked his bare chest, earning a pained whine from him. “Where is he?” You asked again.

“I heard him say something about not feeling well, so he went back to the hotel,” he explained while holding his chest where you had slapped him.

“Oh,” you pouted. He seemed perfectly fine before you went to get drinks. You thought about calling him, but you figured he might be asleep, so you just decided not to disturb him and spend time with the rest of the group, mainly jakes girlfriend, cause all the guys besides Jungwon had managed to kill whatever little brain cells you had left.

As the sun started to set, you were informed about a campfire that apparently Jake came up with. You were interested, but without heeseung, it did feel a little bit dead.

You loved spending time with all of them equally, but since the first night you spent with heeseung, you just didn’t want to leave his side, but nevertheless you still tried to enjoy the moment.

Heeseung had balled up on his bed in the hotel, the scene of you talking with that guy still fresh in his mind.

How could you have sex in the morning and willingly give him head in the empty bathroom stall to just minutes later flirt with some other guy? It just wasn’t adding up in his head.

Until he realized that you and him were probably just a quick summer fling with no actual feelings involved, at least on your side anyway.

Especially since you wanted to keep everything you did with him a secret, he assumed he was just a quick, extremely easy fuck for you and nothing more.

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt for thinking you two could grow into something more. He had a hope, a very stupid hope, that by the time you all went home that he’d be able to call you his, but obviously, that was not going to happen.

He flipped over and looked at the clock that read nine ten. A text alert knocked him out of his thoughts as he unlocked his phone and saw the message from Jake telling him about the campfire and he supposed he’d go since he wasn’t actually feeling Ill besides, he didn’t want to kill the evening with his love life drama.

He took a quick shower and changed into some comfortable clothes before walking back down to the beach.

Before he could reach you guys, a girl suddenly approached him out of nowhere. “Hey, handsome,” she said to him, a sweet tone laced in her voice accompanied by a pleasant bright smile.

“H-hi,” he scratched his nape awkwardly, a blush rising to his cheeks from the compliment.

“Let me buy you a drink,” she says and extends her hand for him to take, which he does immediately and follows her to the bar.

“So handsome. Tell me your name,” she says and takes a sip of her cocktail.

“I’m heeseung,” he answered simply.

She gave him a flirtatious smile. “I like that.”

“And how about you? What’s your name? Other than beautiful, that is,” he flirts back, making the girl giggle shyly.

“You have to work for it” Another fit of drunken giggles fall from her glossy lips.

“Oh?” He cocked a brow and smirked at her insinuation. “I don’t mind getting my hands dirty if you know what I mean” he winked and raised his cup to his lips, taking a drink of his beer.

“I love a hard-working man,” she continues to flirt with him.

“Damn it, heeseung, where are you?” Jake says, annoyed. “He said he’d be here by now.”

The group's eyes roamed the beach in search of their friend, and so did yours.

Once your eyes finally landed on him, you thought you weren’t seeing clearly, but when you got just a little closer, you could tell that it was him from his mannerisms, and your eyes nearly bulged from their sockets when you saw that he was sitting with a girl.

Not just a girl but a girl that had her filthy hand on his shoulder while laughing, and when you saw him laughing with her, that made your blood boil cause what the fuck did he think he was doing?

“I’m here for a few more days, too I’ll give you my number so we can hang out sometime,” she says, reaching for her phone to exchange contacts.

“Sounds like a pla-“You cut his words off and grabbed his hand, dragging him away from his chair. “What the hell, y/n?”

“Me, what the hell? I should be saying that to you,” you say once you get to a more private area.

He snatched his hand away from you, and boy did that make you even more upset.

“Why the fuck are you talking to her?” You said angrily, to which he just scoffed and rolled his eyes. He had one more time to give you that bratty little attitude.

“I don’t see why it matters” he was walking on thin ice, and he didn’t even know it.

“You can’t be serious with me right now,” you said a bit more softly, and you felt hurt cause why wouldn’t it matter to you? He was already yours, and nobody else’s.

“Why do you care? Seriously” he folded his arms.

You had no idea where this was even coming from. You were both doing so good earlier, and now you weren’t. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He laughed sarcastically at you, pretending like he meant anything to you to begin with. “What happened? Couldn’t score a date with tall, dark, and handsome, so you use me as your rebound?”

You stayed silent for a moment to process his words, and you couldn’t believe that’s what he gathered from seeing you talking to some random guy, it felt terrible knowing he thought you were just using him for sex. “Rebound?” You said with a confused expression.

“Yeah, I’m just your fucking rebound, someone who’s easy to fuck when you want to, someone who’s willing to stick around even though you want to keep them a secret, and someone who fucking wants to be yo-” he stopped himself mid-sentence before he said something stupid that couldn’t be taken back. “Just go find somebody else to screw.”

That was it.

He tried to walk away from you, but you caught his wrist once again and walked away from the beach.

“Y/n, stop” he pulled away from you, but you just held his wrist tighter and dragged him back to your guy's hotel room. “What do you think you’re doing? People are looking at us like we’re crazy.”

He complained, but you could give two fucks about who was looking at you two right now.

“Take off your shirt,” you said sternly while locking the door to your guy’s room.

“Y/n I-“

“Take. Off. your. Shirt.” you punctuated each word. “Don’t make me say it again.”

He gulped and slowly removed his shirt button by button as his heart rate increased with each one.

You walked closer to him and looked at his bottoms. “Now those” he parted his mouth to speak, but the look on your face made him close it instantly as he pulled down his shorts and kicked them off, leaving him completely naked in front of you. “Bed,” you pointed, and he slowly sat down on it, pathetically enough, he could already feel his dick becoming hard.

“Now,” you say as you straddle his waist and place your crotch right above his. “What makes you think I want to screw anybody other than you” You wrapped your arms around his neck and slowly placed kiss after kiss on his jawline.

“I-I don’t know” he was already losing it just from your soft kisses on his neck and jaw.

“You must know,” you say as you run your fingers through his hair.

“I jus- fuck” he moaned when you rolled your hips against his hard leaking cock. “I don’t know. You looked into that guy.”

“Well, I wasn’t,” you tell him earnestly. “I was everything but into him.”

“O-oh,” he mutters, feeling entirely embarrassed about throwing a tantrum over something that didn’t even happen.

“Is that why you thought it was okay to go talk to some random girl?” You questioned, and he shrunk back from the clear annoyance in your tone.

“I was just trying to move o-“ You tugged roughly on his hair, unimpressed by his roundabout answer.

“Yes or no” You gave him only two options cause, the way you saw it, there was no in-between.

“Y-yes,” he admits.

“What a shame. I’m so disappointed in you passing me up for someone you don’t even know, assuming I just go around fucking guys whenever I want,” you tsked.

He wanted to deny it so badly, but that’s what he accused you of, and he felt horrible for it. “Mommy, I’m sorry” he tried to wrap his arms around your waist, but you pushed them away.

As hard as it was to say no to him with those puppy eyes of his, you had to because he needed to learn his lesson. “No touching baby, you’ve been a very bad boy,” you said, stroking his forehead.

“No! I swear I won’t do it again, please, Mommy, please I’m so sorry” he definitely wasn’t making it easy for you. Luckily, you had enough self-control not to give in to him so easily though.

You shook your head back and forth. “And the whole time, I thought my prince was a good boy just willing to do anything to please his mommy,” you pouted. “But I was so wrong.”

“I am good for you. I’ll be the best boy for you” It was obvious that he was desperate to touch you, but that wasn’t going to happen because a well-deserved punishment was in order.

“No, no, no,” you shook your head.

“Pl-please,” he stuttered as you rolled your core on his cock, covering him in your wetness.

You grabbed his hands and pinned his wrist behind his head, using your free hand to tilt his head upwards so you could see his desperation. “Now prove to me that you’re still my good boy, show Mommy” he nodded eagerly, ready to do anything you asked of him.

You pushed your bikini bottom to the side, hovering your core over his rock-hard cock, sinking down on him slowly, causing him to whimper as soon his tip entered you. “M-mommy feels so good,” he moans as his eyes roll back into his head.

Just feeling his tip inside was outer worldly. It felt so good to have his girthy cock fucking open your tight hole. “You always fill mommy up so well with your big cock, baby boy,” you whisper on his lips, swiping your tongue along his bottom one, earning a quiet whimper from him. The small gasp of air leaves a perfect opening to stick your tongue inside his mouth and explore every inch of him.

You felt his bound hands twitching every now and then. You could tell he was trying so hard to keep himself from touching you and you were proud of him for not caving.

As you rocked your hips, you pushed yourself deeper on his shaft, making his jaw go slack as he looked up at you with clouded eyes.

His mouth was parted open slightly, and you used the opportunity to gather a ball of saliva in your mouth and transfer it to his. “Swallow,” you whispered and placed your hands on his shoulders, gaining leverage to bounce on his cock faster.

He immediately gulped down the sticky substance, and you didn’t miss the way he twitched inside you while doing so. “You like that?” You ask teasingly as you see pink blush rising to his ears and chest.

“So much, Mommy” he nodded his head. “Please, can I touch you?” He whimpered.

“No, can do, naughty boy. You need to learn a lesson” You let go of his hands. “Don’t move,” you say while trailing your hands up and down his exposed sides.

You could hear an audible gulp when you pressed the pads of your thumbs on his nipples.

With the way you were riding him, mixed with the stimulation on his nipples and the taste of your saliva still on his tongue, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer.

You leaned down and kissed his rosy chest trailing your the tip of your tongue along his collarbone as you suddenly slowed your pace, leaving him feeling mixed emotions as his orgasm got further and further away. “Why?” He whined with a choked sob looking up at you with a pleading look in his big brown shiny eyes.

You pecked his red pouty lips and picked up the pace again, bouncing up and down at a faster pace than before, and he could feel his orgasm building up inside him again. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted breathlessly. He was seconds away from letting go, and you stopped moving, leaving him breathless and balling his fists for dear life.

He huffed out a breath of air, head spinning while he looked at you with what looked like tears in his eyes. “M-mommy, please, I’ve been a good boy for you,” he whines, and it takes every last fiber of his being to restrain himself from touching you, but somehow he still managed not to cause he wanted to prove to you that he was still your good boy even after making you mad.

You ignored him again and edged him for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was only a few minutes.

He was whining nonstop, his body fully flushed red and his breath hitching every time his tip brushed against your spot. “You’re doing so good, baby boy,” you praised him and wiped a tear from his cheek. “Think you can be good for a little longer? Hmm?” Your release wasn’t far off, and you couldn’t hold back much longer as the sticky sounds between your bodies became more pronounced the harder you bounced on his thick cock.

“Yes! Anything for you,” he rushed out, hoping you were finally going to let him cum. He was so hard that he was sure his dick had turned purple by now. He needed to cum in you, or else he felt like he was going to faint.

“Mama's boy,” you kissed his forehead, and he melted at your praise. He turned into absolute mush hearing you call him that. “Go ahead, prince cum inside your mommy.”

You could feel his length stiffen inside you as he emptied his cum deep in your pulsating cunt. Strong spurts of seed splashed against your walls, wetting your insides with his sweet, warm release. “Fuck, Mommy,” he whined, and he couldn’t resist hugging his arms around you and burying his face in your chest as his cock throbbed inside you.

He was moaning against your chest. His hot, heavy breath on your skin made your nipples harden as you came seconds after him with loud, obscene moans. “So good, my sweet prince” You choked on air as you came clenching around his cock. “Your cock always makes mommy feel so good” You threw your head back, moaning uncontrollably, using the last bits of strength in your thighs to ride out your highs together.

His whimpering only made you want to hear him more, and you rolled your hips again, over stimulating him until he was crying out moan after moan. “It hurts,” he whines but makes no moves to stop you. “Please s-sto- fuck fuck fuck” he slurred his words. It was so sensitive that it was painful, but it hurt so good. “Gonna cum again, m-mommy, can I please? oh god please, let me cum need to fill you up, mommy, please”

He sounded so cute, begging for your permission to cum that you couldn’t say no. “Go on, baby boy” You smiled and pushed his hair away from his forehead so you could watch his pretty little orgasm face. “Fill mommy up,” you whisper.

“Thank you, Mommy,” he moaned and bit your chest as he spilled his cum into you for the second time tonight, filling you up to the brim with his thick creamy cum just the way you liked it.

“Yes,” you hissed from the slight sting of his teeth seeping into your flesh. “So full,” you clenched around him, milking him dry, marveling at how warm and full you felt inside.

You lowered your head and kissed him messily, still rocking your hips and making a mess of his abdomen.

“My good boy,” you whispered on his lips as he squeezed your waist, pressing you against his chest, allowing you to feel his wild heartbeat.

“Your good boy,” he said in between heavy breaths smoothing his palms over your sweaty back. “Your good boy”

You both release a satisfactory hum as you ride out your highs together. It was so warm and wet the feeling was too addicting to stop words couldn’t describe how much you loved being full of his cum.

“I c-can’t,” he whispered and shook his head. “T-too sensitive,” he mumbles.

“It’s okay, my sweet prince. You did so good for Mommy” he leaned back and smiled at you exhaustedly.

“I’m sorry,” he pouted and hugged you again.

“Shh,” you slowly rubbed his back. “It’s okay, let mommy clean you up now, yeah?” You kissed his forehead and tried to get off of him but he wouldn’t let you.

“No, stay” he latched on to you even tighter and pulled the blanket over your body, his dick still very much inside of you.

He hugged you against his chest, and you could feel him still trembling under you.

You made a mental note not to go so hard on him next time. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t be mad at me” he nuzzled his face in your neck, sniffling softly.

Your heart dropped the second you heard his broken voice. “I’m not mad, okay?” You stroked your fingers through his hair. He lifted his head, looking at you with a smile and bloodshot eyes.

“You’re not?” He pouted.

“No, I could never be mad at you,” you whispered and kissed his cheek. “Never”

“I jus-“ you shushed him with your index finger. “You can explain tomorrow. For now, get some sleep, my sweet prince. You need it” You booped his nose, and he hid his blushing face in your neck.

“Yes, Mommy” he said cutely while hugging you tightly in his arms and closing his eyes.

“Night, my handsome boy,” you gave him a million Little pecks all over his face.

“Goodnight, Mommy” he whispers.

You felt your eyelids getting heavy as you listened to his heartbeat returning to back to normal.

There was still a lot of time left on your guy's vacation, and you were tired of sneaking around with him.

After seeing him with another girl, you were one hundred percent sure of your feelings for him, and you weren’t going to keep them a secret any longer and risk someone else taking him from you.

You just hoped he felt the same way about you too, cause after the first night at the hotel, you felt attached to him on a deeper level that went beyond friends, and you didn’t want to let go of him anytime soon.

As your eyes fell shut, the last thing on your mind was making him yours.

FIN

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harrysfolklore · 1 year

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Someone throwing something onstage and it hits bandmate yn and he gets all upset??

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Harry loved performing, and now that he gets to do that alongside with his girlfriend, he loves it even more.

His shows are known for being a safe space for everyone, a place where they can be whoever they want to be, dance the night away, meet new people and if they’re lucky enough, get some advice from their favorite singer or get him to catch something they throw on stage for him.

All kinds of stuff were thrown on stage for him and his band: flags, stuffed animals, crocheted flowers, signs and sometimes even phones, but lately his fans were fond on throwing water on stage, with the purpose of starting a water fight with Harry.

Harry didn’t have a problem with his fans throwing stuff his way, in fact, he quite enjoyed seeing what they come up with, but he surely wasn’t fond of them throwing water on stage because it made the space all slippery and easy for him or anyone on his band to fall. Some fans caught up that he didn’t like when they did that, being able to tell it by the serious face he makes when he notices it, but some decide to turn a blind eye and do it anyway, and that was tonight’s case.

The band was on stage halfway through their 8th of 15 shows in Los Angeles, adrenaline running through their veins as they performed Medicine, Harry and YN had a tradition of singing the second verse together so she always moved towards where his mic stand was set to share the microphone with him, and every single time the action made the fans go nuts. Tonight wasn’t the exception, as the second verse approached, YN moved to where Harry was already waiting for her, but she failed to notice the wet surface that made her slip and fall, landing on her elbow and cutting it open since she was wearing a tank top for the night.

“Shit,” Harry let out on the microphone as he hurried towards his girlfriend, not caring about the fact that he stopped mid song and everyone in the arena was looking, “Baby, are you okay?” he grabbed her face looking for an answer before he noticed her bleeding elbow “Of course you’re not, fucking wet floors, they should know by now throwing water is not the goddamn thing to do.” he spoke again, fans on the barricade could faintly hear him and the anger on his voice was evident, along with his sour expression and furrowed brows.

"I'm okay H, I just need a quick bandage and I'll be good to go," YN said as she got up from the floor with Harry's help, looking at her elbow for the first time and noticing that her injure was worse than she thought.

"Nonsense, I need to take you to the hospital, this show is over," his face was as serious as the tone of his voice, proper upset that his girlfriend got injured because of some careless fans.

“You're being irrational now, we're not ditching the show when there's just two songs left, let me get bandaged up so I can keep playing, and go back to singing or everyone will be upset," YN scolded him as she walked to the stairs to get off the stage, a medical crew was already waiting for her for a quick check up

"Fuck everyone."

And regardless of a crowd of more than 20,000 people waiting for him, he followed his girlfriend off the stage, stood next to her as the medical crew cleaned and bind up her elbow, luckily the injury was pretty superficial and no stitches were needed, however, Harry was still pretty much upset and worried.

"Once we get up that stage again you're going to wipe that angry face off and we're going to play the last two songs as if nothing happened, okay?" YN scolded him again, she was bummed about getting hurt too but she wasn't going to let him take it out on his fans just because a couple of them were the reason she got injured.

"Okay, but everyone can expect a lecture about throwing water tomorrow, that's for sure" he kissed her lips quickly before they went back to the stage, and even with an injured elbow YN still delivered a great performance like the rock star she is.

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 6 months

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Cuddles

Steve Rogers x Fem!reader

A/N This is one of the first fics I posted on my other account and I thought I lost it, luckily it just wasn't labelled. Comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated and all mistakes are my own so if you see any just comment them.

Summary You just got home from a long mission and you missed Steve (a lot).

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/SITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings fluff

To say you missed your boyfriend, Steve, was an understatement. You had just gotten back from a three-week long mission with Nat and Clint at an abandoned Hydra base to get some information on the winter soldier. Luckily, the mission was successful and there weren't too many problems other than a few traps that caught the three of you off guard since they were strategically placed.

However, you were missing Steve a lot. And although the mission was less than a month, and you had spent longer away from him, you were still missing Steve and his amazing hugs.

You could see Steve waiting for you as the Quinjet landed. As soon as the Quinjet opened, you were running towards Steve as he opened his arms to welcome you.

Steve groaned as he took the impact from you running into him and wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped yours around his waist. You both stayed like that for a while before you pulled back so you could kiss Steve in what felt like forever.

“I missed you so much baby,” Steve said, breathless from the kiss.

“I missed you too Stevie,” you gave him a chassed kiss on his lips before making your way to the floor you and Steve shared with Bucky so you could shower.

After your shower, you changed into one of Steve’s t-shirts and some shorts before going into the living room on your floor and joining Steve on the couch.

“Do you feel better now honey?” Steve asked.

“Much better,” you responded with a smile.

Steve lifted his left arm to rest on the couch behind you as you moved closer to cuddle into his side and rested your head on his chest. You stayed there for a while as you watched whatever show was on the tv until the end credits were rolling.

You looked up at Steve as he leaned in to meet your lips in a kiss filled with pure passion. You could feel butterflies in your stomach as your and Steve's tongues fought for dominance.

This romantic situation was then ruined by the sounds of retching coming from behind you. You turned around to see Sam and Bucky stood at the door pretending to gag at the sight of your and Steve’s affection.

“You’re just jealous that you don’t have anyone to kiss birdman,” you said to Sam which he responded to with a scowl.

“And you can't handle the fact that I've got a girl before you jerk,” Steve said to Bucky with a smirk on his face.

“Punk,” Bucky replied.

“Anyways we came here to tell you two love birds that food is ready,” Sam said, rolling his eyes.

You and Steve stood up and proceeded to walk with Sam and Bucky to the elevator.

“You two better not start making out in the elevator or else I won't want my food.” Sam said while crossing his arms.

“Jeez Sam were not animals,” you replied.

“I dunno if I believe you y/n. The things I've heard says different.” Bucky said with a disgusted look on his face.

“Come on Buck, we’re not that bad,” Steve was smiling because he knew that you both weren’t exactly quiet in the bedroom.

Once the elevator doors opened, the four of you walked out and into the dining room where everyone else was waiting for you. Everyone was sitting down and they had left four seats for you, Steve, Sam and Bucky to sit in.

You sat down next to Nat and Steve sat on the other side of you. You put your hand on Steve’s thigh whilst you used your other hand to eat.

“So y/n how was the mission?” Tony asked.

“It was alright I guess. Some of the traps were so fucking hard though.”

“Well Hydra treasured cyborg so I'm not surprised.” Tony responded.

“Hey! Don’t call me that. At least I don’t have to dress up in a stupid suit to become helpful.” Bucky snarled at Tony.

Tony just rolled his eyes before turning to Bruce to talk about sciency things that no one but them understood.

After everyone had eaten, you and Steve excused yourselves. You held hands all the way from the dining room up until you reached your ensuite where you both brushed your teeth. After that, you got into bed while Steve changed into some sweatpants.

Steve got into bed next to you and lifted his arm so you could rest your head on his chest. You leaned up so you could kiss him again before returning your head back to its previous position. You threw an arm over Steve's stomach and hooked a leg over one of Steve’s so you could be as close as humanly possible to him.

“Is there anything you want or need, baby?” Steve questioned.

“Just cuddles from you. That’s all I need Stevie.” This made Steve smile.

You kissed his chest and then closed your eyes as you slowly drifted into a comfortable slumber while listening to the steady beat of Steve’s heart.

“G’night Stevie.” you whispered sleepily.

Steve only heard your comment because of his super hearing and he let out a quiet chuckle.

“Good night darling,” Steve said although he knew you didn’t hear it because of your breathing which signified that you were fast asleep.

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succubusonthedoorstep · 1 year

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THE BACHELOR AUCTION ⭑ ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ & sᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ɢᴇᴛᴏ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. Minors DNI!

‧₊˚✩彡 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉? 3.7k

‧₊˚✩彡𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈? Explicit Language and Smut, Infidelity, A Dead Marriage, Workplace Relations (with Geto), Making Out, Phone Sex, Gojo's Already in Love, Masturbation (F & M), Feelings of Anxiety, Gojo briefly picks you up, Nobara doesn't like us </3, Reader is toxic but in a hot way... (Mentions of: Face Fucking, Toji Fushiguro, Toxic Parents (If you Squint!))

‧₊˚✩彡𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈? The plot in this had me <333. This part ends in a flashback, but part two will pick up exactly where this one left off. I swear this came at me so fast I just had to indulge. Like, Comment & Reblog!

“𝘕𝘖, 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕’𝘛 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘒 𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛. 𝘐'𝘝𝘌 𝘎𝘖𝘛 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘚.”

With heeled feet propped on your glass desk, you glanced over your nails. “Don’t you think I deserve some time to myself? After working my ass off for the past year?”

“What? Of course, you do.” Suguru sighed into the phone line, already sounding deep in thought. It wasn’t often he had to work around your schedule or anyones. It was a new experience he honestly didn’t care for. “What are you doing, anyway?”

You clicked your tongue. “Aren’t you married now? Should you still be asking me this question?” Your shoulder held the phone to your ear as you clicked away at your computer, only half in the conversation. “Is she not fucking you right?”

“Watch it.” Suguru warned, voice dropping into a sinful threat. “I’m still your boss.”

You rolled your eyes, something he could hear through the phone. It was your go-to reaction when he brought up the very close race to CEO between you. At his new position, Suguru tended to play favorites much to your dismay. The attempts at being content with COO were futile- the need to top Suguru Geto was always in the back of your mind.

But for now, you’d settle for teasing him.

“Barely,” you said, hoping to sound exasperated. “I’m leaving early too. My nail appointment is at four.” Glancing at the clock, it was only an hour and a half from now. Luckily, you could fit in an appointment so soon, but it was just your connections. You could feel him frowning on the other side of the phone at your words, most likely because there were several major projects due.

“Are you mad at me? Be honest.” Softening your voice worked wonders on Suguru, even when you didn’t mean it. He could always tell in person, but never on the phone. His breathing hitched, and you knew he was caught.

“No, of course not,” he expressed. The change in tone made you smirk. “I could always stay a little later. It’s not like there’s anything urgent due,” Sarcasm dripped from his voice and you hummed in response, swinging your legs off the desk and onto the floor. “It’s much warmer here anyway.”

“Here? In the office?” You asked, standing up and finally taking the phone in your hand. “So I was right.”

“For once,” he quietly confessed. The line was quiet for a moment while you waited for him to continue. His eight-month marriage to his wife was over in your mind. The miserable demeanor and volunteered late nights developed a side to Suguru you had never seen.

“For once, yes. I haven’t touched a woman in six months. Tell me, have you ever been this deprived?”

Yes. “Not that I can remember.”

“I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy,” he huffed out, and you heard him lean back in his chair. “I miss pussy the most. The sight, the smell- fuck, the taste? I used to be able to pick a favorite. Can’t anymore,” A bit of shuffling came before he continued. “Porn isn’t cutting it- not when I've had the real thing for so long. Not even the amateur shit, unless I'm in it.”

You knew what he was referring to. Rhythmic soft clicking gave away what he was doing on the other side of the wall, and you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.

Biting your lip, you couldn’t help but lean back onto your desk and egg him on. “I knew it. I caught you looking at my ass last week during lunch. You’re getting sloppy.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

It was your turn for the phone to go silent. Admitting you enjoyed Suguru’s gaze made you cringe, but it was the only thing you could think to answer him with. At your quiet admission, he stroked his cock faster and let out a satisfied groan. “Thank you for the image, your ass did look good in that pencil skirt. I bet your pussy is even prettier.” He spat sharply onto his length and you almost moaned at the mental picture.

“Everyone’s having lunch. I could make you cum on my desk a few times and send you off to your nail appointment early,” Suguru’s words came out as a grunt, exposing just how little he needed to get off. “I’ll even pay for it.”

“You know we can’t, Suguru. How could we face each other at work after that?” You asked, voice tight. With what, you weren’t sure. “We’d make it a habit, then we’re fucking at my place ‘cause we can’t keep it in the office.” The scenario had you admitting to yourself that being Suguru Geto’s mistress is an attractive offer. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but he was a generous gift giver, influential in culture and business with no kids.

On paper, he was the perfect counterpart, aside from the dry wife.

He had you on speaker now with the volume turned down. The freedom of his second hand allowed him to cup his balls and give them a few slow pulls, mouth gaping as he sighed deeply to the ceiling. “Pussy must be good, you sound like you’ve gone through this before… Are you touching yourself yet?”

“You’re not doing what you think-“

“Should I come over there and check?”

The question had your thighs rubbing together and your ass pressing against the glass desk. Sliding back and making yourself comfortable, you teased your bud over your panties and said, “If you need to ask then the answer is no. You’re not brand new, Suguru.”

He inhaled sharply, rubbing the tip of his cock with slow circles. “Ffffucking close, (Y/N). If you make it over here fast enough I can bust on your face,” his voice deepened in lust, eyes fluttering shut. It was easy to imagine you on your knees in front of his chair; Suguru had a photographic memory. Your hard nipples poked through the thin shirt you wore, and an order from your superior exposed them to the cool office air. You’d hold them in your palms as he gripped the back of your head to hold it steady while he fucked your face.

Suguru’s teeth dug into his lip as he came all over his clothed stomach and chest. The moans he let out drowned out your snarky response, your name echoing through the wall separating your office and on the phone simultaneously. His pleasure echoed off the walls as your hand dug into your thin panties.

Soaking wet, as you expected. You knew Suguru would be proud, but you stopped yourself from telling him. His ego didn’t need the stroke.

Your fingers wet themselves and soon you were knuckle deep in your cunt with two fingers. As quietly as possible, you fucked yourself on your desk to Suguru’s come down. The slick cum coating his cock was used as lube to overstimulate himself, and he shuddered when it became too much.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he whispered into the phone, his voice filled with the same lust. It was as if he hadn’t even come minutes before.

‘Of course, his stamina is that high, plus he’s pent up because of her.’

“I’m on my way over,” Suguru announced as his chair scraped the floor. “Just give me a minute to clean up, we still can fool around before anyone makes it back,” You heard the jingling of his belt buckle as he secured it and the soft pull of tissues being dispensed. Your fingers had slowed but didn’t stop.

“Don’t come over, Suguru.You’ll regret it,” Using your best warning voice through finger fucking yourself wasn’t an easy task, but you managed. “It’ll be an HR nightmare, people won’t take us seriously…” You tilted your head back and let out an exaggerated moan before continuing. “Stock prices will fall… but you’ll have the woman you want, right?”

“Don’t say it like that.”

“Why not? Too realistic?” Pulling your fingers out of your cunt, you sucked them clean and licked between them. The tight grip Suguru had on his chair became even tighter at the lewd slurps.

“Don’t you have any cute friends to set me up with, Suguru? To get me off your mind?” You slipped off your desk and held the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you packed your bag.

“I don’t think you’re going anywhere.” His voice was back to the deadpan tone he took on when you pissed him off. “Wouldn’t get along with any of my friends, either.”

“No? Did you marry someone who would?” You asked sarcastically, stuffing the last folder of paperwork into your purse. Before he could respond, you slammed the phone into its receiver and snatched the bag from your desk.

It didn’t surprise you that Geto wouldn’t set you up with anyone, but it did piss you off that he thought he could have his cake and eat it too. The feared glances you caught from employees as you departed the building solidified your reputation as an ice queen, you knew. These people wouldn’t understand you in a million years, and Suguru wouldn’t either.

The floor-length formal gown you wore did a fine job of hiding your lack of preparation for tonight’s event. The 102nd biennial Bachelor’s Auction had the world’s most eligible bachelorettes sitting at heart-shaped tables with notepads and ballpoint pens. Some of the women came with folders and color-coded tabs.

Your seat in the front left of the stage fully visible. One might even say it was the best seat in the house, speculation confirmed by dirty looks and eye rolls.

A simple smile is all you returned to them. They weren’t rivaling you or your wallet.

Thick red velvet curtains split down the middle to reveal the host for tonight- a young woman with ginger hair and a bright smile, microphone in hand. The scattered applause and dimmed lights signaled the beginning of the auction, along with a bright spotlight on the stage.

“Welcome, Bachelorettes!” She announced as the audience quieted. “Tonight we’ve gathered bachelors from around the globe to help raise money for the orphanage being built just a few blocks away. Proceeds will go towards new clothing, gifts for the holiday, and food.” An applause louder than the one before erupted, one you joined in with.

“To participate, simply raise your number to bid on the Bachelor of your liking. Information like hobbies, interests, and values in a partner will be shared, but not his appearance. You’ll have to wait until after his auctioning for that!” She gave a cheeky wink before reaching into the pocket of her jumpsuit and pulling out a stack of cards.

“Without further ado, let’s get started!”

After an hour of men waltzing on and off stage, you had begun to yawn.

The occasional plastic surgeon or music executive did catch your eye, so there was some hope to be had for the night. You watched as an overly excited woman in a short pink dress approached the stage to meet the man she bid so highly on- 1.1 million to be exact. Judging by the way she was bidding, you were sure it was nickels and dimes to her.

Nobara extended a hand to help her onto the stage before giving her one last fact about her match.

“He’s been in the professional boxing ring since he was nineteen years old and has since won several international titles! Recently, he’s been the mastermind behind organizing several successful matches and is looking to settle down with someone special. He’s one of our most eligible bachelors tonight- Toji Fushiguro!”

The room erupted in gasps and applause, with some women groaning in disappointment. Toji emerged from stage right, wearing a jet-black suit and waving his hand convivially. You drowned out the pain of the women behind you, instead opting for catching Toji’s eye and giving him a wink.

Nobara caught Toji by the arm before he could give you a response and gave him a push towards the woman in the pale blue dress. As she took the microphone back in her hand, a glare was shot your way.

“What a lovely couple. Toji has already taken the liberty of planning their first date, so let’s allow them time to work out the details. We hope this couple works out well!” She announced, sending the pair off the stage. Toji linked arms with his match and led her to the door next to the stage, politely holding it open to allow her through first. He turned to lock his gaze with yours, the scar on his lip curving with his smile. Toji held your eyes as he licked his bottom lip and turned to leave the hall.

You sighed, now understanding the women’s disappointment.

“The next Bachelor- ooh, this is a good one! Our next Bachelor says desserts are the key to his heart. He also mentions his work as a philanthropist, frequently donating tablets and computers to local schools.”

Cute. You thought, twisting the handle around your auctioning paddle. Nobara had an unmistakable smirk across her lips that she didn’t have before.

“He loves tropical vacation spots and often finds amusement in his Digimon obsession from grade school.” Nobara concluded the history with that, taking her spot behind a podium. “We’ll start the bidding at fifty thousand dollars. Any takers?”

Before you could raise your paddle, bidding had already begun. You resisted the urge to turn around and see who was already bidding so highly on the mystery man, instead opting to lift your number in the air. Nobara’s reactions to his card had sparked the curiosity of all the women in the room, including you.

“-That’s five hundred thousand dollars to number 936, the woman in the front!” Nobara announced, looking around the room for more offers. She soon moved on to the next bidder, not without noticing how many women stopped bidding when you did.

Every time you were outbid, you simply flashed your number with little concern. The numbers Nobara announced only got higher, and slight pauses had begun between biddings.

“Seems like things are winding down!” Nobara clicked the card against her wooden podium, seemingly dissatisfied. “One more fact, perhaps? This Bachelor is well known for his bloodline, as they are one of the most influential and respected families in the world. His grandfather once had a monopoly over several industries.” She trailed off, allowing the women in the room to ‘ooh.’ You rolled your eyes, not needing any more competition. Nobara was doing a fine job at standing between you and your mystery date.

“Right now, number 936 is in the lead with one million

dollars. Going once-“ A woman cut her off with a bid of 1.3 million, to which you had to turn around. The room stopped to watch you death-stare the woman into submission. The tall woman with pale blue hair simply gazed back, unfazed. She gave you what seemed like a wink, but a braid blocked her other eye from your view.

Giving her one last warning, you raised your number and turned back around in your seat.

“Going once…” Nobara trailed off, giving the woman ample time to bid again. “Going twice… Number 936, you’re the winner of this round with 1.4 million. Our highest bidder of the night!” She paused to allow applause, but only a few people joined in. Mentally you rolled your eyes, but in the meantime, you were escorted up to the stage by a man with pink hair and a bright smile.

“You’re very generous,” he appreciated, offering a hand to help you up the few steps. Nobara cleared her throat, and the man gave you one last smile before turning and disappearing backstage.

You made your way onto the stage and gave a plastic smile to the crowd of brooding women. Some had their heads down and were writing notes, others chatted with other tables. The woman with the pale blue hair watched your movements on the stage like a snake hunting its prey.

“Ready to meet your man?” Nobara’s air about her switched, but the smile she had on her face still reflected her dislike. Without waiting for a response, she began her monologue.

“Ladies, he was heir to the throne in one of the most prominent countries in the world. You may remember him for his fashion week appearances, as he’s walked and designed for several exclusive brands over the years. The sunglasses brand he started as a teenager hit a billion in sales last year. He soaks up the spotlight in every room he’s in, and he’s planning on sharing it with our charitable bidder! Everyone, put your hands together for the one and only Satoru Gojo!”

The erupting gasps and applause that ensued failed to make it to your ears. Ringing was all you heard instead, and you swore the stage was spinning as Satoru Gojo stepped from behind the velvet curtains. A hand was tucked in his pocket as he waved the other toward the crowd. Dark circular sunglasses blocked his gaze from yours, but you felt your eyes lock and goosebumps littered your arms. Nobara watched his hand extend to yours, catching it in a gentle hold.

“Haven't seen you since the wedding,” he greeted, lifting your hand to kiss the inside of your wrist. Whispering from the crowd and a loud sob from the back of the room didn’t stop Gojo from giving the vein there a teasing nip.

He looked exactly the way he did eight months ago. You remembered sitting a few pews back from the altar of the ornate church, a strange pit in your stomach as you watched Geto recite his vows. Witnessing the event left you more nauseous than expected and seeing him kiss his wife made you avert your eyes.

“So kissing is your weakness, hm?” Gojo asked, catching you alone on the balcony at the reception. The midnight breeze he brought made you shiver, but he was soon by your side and replacing it with body heat. “It wasn’t before, I’ve seen you kiss a pretty good amount of people… Especially on the blogs.”

You leaned forward on the metal bars, arms balancing yourself. His back was to the railing and his head was turned to study your ass in the tight dress you wore. “I didn’t think you were such a big fan, Gojo. You checking up on me often?”

“Maybe. I know Geto isn’t capable of it, not anymore at least.” The statement was a fact and he said it as such.

It didn’t surprise you that Gojo caught onto your… uncomfortable feelings at the wedding. He was always apt at learning the behaviors of the people around him, sometimes unintentionally. You once told him a quality like that is invaluable in business.

“I appreciate the thought, but I don’t need you or the newlywed to make sure I'm okay,” you set your feet firmly back on the ground to look up at him. “He’s my co-worker, you’re his friend-“

“Wait- we’re not friends?” he broke in, disappointment in his voice. “We follow each other on Instagram, your birthday’s on my calendar and everything. Do you think we’re really not friends?”

“You’re Geto’s friend first,” you stated without opposition. “We only talk when we see each other. You don’t got my number, bestie?” You licked your lips at the hint of sarcasm on your tongue. Behind the dark sunglasses, Gojo’s eyes followed.

“You don’t got mine?” He repeated after you, pushing himself off the railing to take a step towards you. You hadn’t noticed the detail embroidered into his suit until now, when his body barely touched yours. “I remember you texting me after the exile and we talked for a minute after that… Why did we stop?”

Because he was there. “We’re both busy?” you offered, standing on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck. Distracting him (and yourself) away from the complicated situation you had with your boss felt like the easiest option, and the reception’s open bar was starting to catch up with you. His hands automatically found a place on your hips as his body finally pressed against yours and warmed you up.

“You say the word, I’m there. I told you that before,” he expressed, giving your forehead a tender peck. “I’m in the city more than you think. You don’t gotta hesitate.”

Gojo’s availability for you despite both of your schedules made you slip a hand on the back of his neck down his chest and trail it down the row of buttons on the front of his shirt. You stood on your toes again to connect your lips in a kiss that Gojo wanted to relive forever. The hands on your hips massaged you in slow, sensual circles that left your cunt clenching.

His fingers threatened to fall lower to cup the crease of your ass and give it a few indulgent squeezes. You wouldn’t believe him if he told you he’d pictured this while doing mundane tasks like brushing his teeth or sitting through a dull meeting. You didn’t know it yet, but he was already yours and needed you to learn his body.

Your back pressed into the cold metal when he walked you forward, a wave of possessiveness compelling him to kiss you harder. He cupped your thighs with big hands and lifted you onto the metal bars with little effort, lips still defiantly pressed onto yours. His tongue ran across your bottom lip for permission which you granted without doubt, fully encapsulated in the ex-prince’s warmth.

He couldn’t help but moan into the kiss at the taste of your strawberry lip gloss. Your affection was everything he imagined and with the way you looked tonight, Gojo was prepared to sneak you away to the altar.

With hands rubbing circles into the fat of your thighs, Gojo gave your lips a few lingering pecks as your lips pulled apart. After slipping the sunglasses from his face and pocketing them, you leaned your head down to connect your foreheads.

“I’ll stay in touch after this,” You promised. “Don’t let me slip away from you again.”

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fushiguro toji x reader

synopsis ⤸

you know that loving toji is forbidden, but you just can’t help yourself.

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fem! reader, 18+, student-teacher relationship, age gap, angst, forbidden relationship, unrequited love, love confessions, make up sex, creampies, spooning, cowgirl, missionary, reader is twenty-three, toji is in his early forties, professor fushiguro

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i have to confess that i’m not the biggest fan of jjk, but i like the characters, n atm, i have major toji brain rot, it’s literally taking over my mind. i think that the forbidden love suits him, so this is the result of me not being able to stop thinking about ‘professor fushiguro’, hhh. this is my first jjk au, so i hope that you enjoy it :)

reblogs are appreciated ~

it’s long past nightfall, and morally, you know that you’re not supposed to be sneaking around the university campus in the middle of the night, but alas, here you are, skirt riding up the length of your thighs as you hoist yourself up and over the iron-welded gate that is supposed to keep you locked out of the building that you’re currently aiming for. you land on the other side of the gate with a soft grunt, hands breaking your fall onto the tarmac, barely avoiding scraping your knees in the process. rushing your way over to the side door of the age-old building of the staff quarters is harder work as you have to duck behind the bike shed, and weave under a particularly leafy shrub-like tree, to avoid alerting the security camera that glares red from the upper wall.

once you reach the door, you make quick work of picking the lock with a hairpin, the corners of your mouth tugging into a small smile when you hear the tell-tale click that announces your success. the door swings shut behind you, and once you stand inside the main hallway, the thrill of potentially being caught makes your pulse race so harshly that you actually feel your neck throb with each beat. you swallow down the anxiety that belatedly rears it’s ugly head, and you quietly make the short journey to your destination.

professor fushiguro’s quarters are, luckily for you, the only ones that are located on the ground floor. it not only makes your mission easier to achieve, but it also lessens the unlikely chance of other members of staff loitering nearby when their quarters are on the upper floors. the only downside is that the kitchens and lounging areas are also located on the ground floor, but you’ve made this trek countless of times, and so far, you’re yet to encounter anyone other than the very man that you’re here to visit.

all too soon, your fist is raising to gently tap the wooden frame that you’re well accustomed to, once, twice, thrice, before your hand limply falls to your side. although quiet, the sound of your knock masks any noise that may come from inside, and you fail to hear the soft laughter coming from somewhere behind the door. when there’s no immediate answer, you frown, and your hand raises to repeat the action, only to freeze when the door is suddenly yanked open to reveal a familiar shot of dark hair and a pair of forest coloured eyes that stare down at you, rounded with bewilderment.

he blocks the doorway, obnoxiously tall frame towering above you, and his expression is anything but welcoming. ‘what are you doin’ here?’ he hisses down at you, dark brows pinching together.

‘uh, it’s wednesday?’ you remind him, taken aback by his odd behaviour. ‘we always—’

‘you didn’t get my text?’ he interrupts you, glancing over his shoulder. at this exact second, you hear something, or rather, someone, moving around in the apartment behind him, and your eyes widen upon realising that he’s not alone. his head whips back toward you, and he whispers furiously, ‘you can’t be here.’ he then tries to pull the door shut behind him, but it’s too late.

‘toji? darling?’

it’s a woman’s voice, you recognise, stomach twisting with nausea when you catch the brief look of embarrassment that passes over toji’s features. understanding the situation, you back away from the doorway—away from him—and you thickly swallow the lump that has formed at the back of your throat.

he has the audacity to whisper your name, but when his hand reaches for you, you flinch out of reach. ‘it’s not what it looks—’

you don’t stick around to listen to the rest of his lie.

you’re already halfway down the hall when you hear him mumbling behind you, ‘—s’just a student askin’ ‘bout test papers.’

‘this late?’ the woman’s voice questions.

‘she’s… dedicated,’ comes toji’s delayed reply, and you listen to his lady friend laughing as if the prospect of a student dedicated to their studies is somehow particularly amusing to her. her soft titter is cut short by the door slamming shut behind them.

it isn’t until you’ve made your way out of the building and jumped back over the gate that it hits you properly.

jujutsu academy is home to a student body of exactly fifteen thousand, two hundred and fifty-seven students, with majority of those students living in halls because the location is quite literally the middle of bloody nowhere as itadori yuuji had described it on the very first day that you’d met him. he’d helped you when you’d gotten lost in the library, and at first, you’d assumed that he was a fellow student, only to be taken by surprise when he’d revealed that he’s actually a member of the coaching staff in the sports department. it had turned out that the two of you are actually around the same age—give or take a few months here and there—and the two of you had bonded quickly. you told him that you were majoring in english literature, and that’s when he revealed, with a scowl plastered between his brows, that the head tutor of the english department is actually his best friend’s dad. yuuji’s depiction of professor fushiguro didn’t paint the man in a very good light, so when you attended your very first lecture, you’d been nervous about meeting the ugly old man with a constant stick up his ass.

only, professor fushiguro was neither old or ugly, and he definitely didn’t walk around like he had a stick up his ass. in fact, you had been pleasantly surprised when you’d met a very fairly attractive man who had barely breached his forties, and the moment he’d smirked down at you, you instantly knew that you would be in for a world of trouble.

because campus is a good three hour’s drive from the rest of civilisation, most of the staff also reside here during term time. and among them, there are one or two members that stay behind during the holidays when everyone has gone back home. and professor fushiguro is one of them, you’d discovered after quite literally bumping into him after exiting the library after a study session during the easter break. he’d seemed surprised to realise that you’d also chosen to stay on campus instead of returning home, and it had been evident that he was curious as to why, but he’d allowed you your privacy, as you had him.

after that, he’d offered extra study lessons, but after just a few months, you realised that fuck, you liked him. at first, you’d passed it off as a simple crush on a man whom you clearly respected as your senior. but, that admiration had quickly burned into something more, and soon, he was all you thought about. one night, after consuming alcohol stolen from the kitchens in your classmate’s dorm, you had most definitely been drunk when you had eventually stumbled your way back to your own dorm.

it is for this reason that when you’d passed by professor fushiguro in the hallway, you’d been filled with a false sense of confidence and had boldly pushed him against the wall and crushed your mouth to his.

this confidence had faltered when he’d stood frozen for a few seconds too long. but when you’d moved your lips away from his, he’d chased after you, and had proceeded to kiss you until your knees were weak.

that was two years ago.

despite having recently celebrated your twenty-third birthday, you know that whilst he maintains the position of your tutor, your bond with toji isn’t one that can be shared in pubic, and so, the comfort of his quarters has become a private space that the two of you have made your haven, together, hidden from the eyes of everyone around you. and at some point during the last two years, your admiration for him has morphed into a love that is forbidden by both society and of the subject of your affections, himself. when you’d first started sleeping together, he’d made it perfectly clear that that was as far as things would ever go. you had both agreed to go exclusive, but there would be no relationship, and there would certainly be no feelings involved. you’ve clearly broken that promise, but as long as he never found out, then you thought that you’d be okay with any semblance of affection that he showed you.

however, you’d failed to think of the possibility that he’d eventually find someone. someone that he doesn’t have to hide his relationship with—someone he genuinely loved.

maybe it’s because you know that he is it for you, but the notion of him wanting someone else just hadn’t occurred to you. although he’d never voiced anything aloud, you had thought that you’d meant something to him.

the realisation that you’ve been wrong this entire time makes you feel sick. you’re unable to stop the first tear that slides down the curve of your cheek, and it is quickly followed by many others. you choke on a sob that threatens to escape out of your mouth, and instead, you gnaw your teeth into your bottom lip and quicken your pace as the bottoms of your shoes scuff the ground with each footstep. the journey back to your dorm is a blur, mainly because of the tears that won’t stop pissing down your face, but you somehow manage to lock the door shut behind you, kick off your shoes and make your way to your bedroom, collapsing to the bed just as the first gut-wrenching wail heaves out from the pit of your stomach. you’re unsure of how much time passes as you lay there crying, but at some point, you must fall asleep because when your eyes open next, your throat is sore and there are dry track-marks that have crusted to the surface of your cheeks. a squint toward your bedside table shows that the digital clock now reads 03:51 and you exhale a long breath from your nostrils.

your fingers blindly reach for your mobile phone and a quick glance at the screen shows that he had, in fact, messaged you, warning you that he had plans tonight.

plans.

enraged—at him or yourself, you haven’t decided yet—you scoff, and without reading the new message that he sent just an hour or so ago, your thumb and index finger press to power off the device. it lands with a clunky thud when you drop it onto the bedside table. you roll over, eyelids closing, and with this, you attempt to sleep.

๑

three days later, and you’re yet to leave your dorm. you spend majority of these three days laying horizontal apart from when you have to use the bathroom. you’ve barely slept, you’ve not eaten either, and you’ve also missed several lectures, so you know that it’s only a matter of time before someone (yuuji) comes looking for you. it’s only with the guilt of potentially worrying the pinkette that you are convinced to finally venture from your dorm on the fourth day.

you have an english lecture in less than an hour, but you figure that you should have enough time to find something to fill your empty stomach for the first time in ninety-six hours. you’re just about to enter the campus cafe when a loud, boisterous voice bellows your name and you turn just in time to see yuuji making a beeline for you just before his arms curl tight around your shoulders, squeezing. he collides with you so suddenly that it makes you dizzy, and aided by the fact that you’ve not eaten for days, you suffer a sickening bout of visual static. to your embarrassment—and yuuji’s horror—you sway, and your fingers clutch at his hoodie in an attempt to keep yourself upright.

‘oh my god,’ yuuji exclaims, spluttering an apology as he guides you to sit on a nearby wall. he crouches before you, his hands enveloping yours, blurting several questions, one after the other, ‘where have you been? why didn’t you call me back? i’ve been calling you for days. are you sick? you look sick. can i do anything to—?’

‘food,’ you blurt, eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to ease the ache that’s settling deep into your temples. ‘please.’

‘i’ll be straight back,’ he promises, and with a little hesitation, he leaves your side. blowing a puff of air from between your lips, you don’t have to wait long for yuuji to return to your side. he sits next to you, shoving a cinnamon bun and a bottle of coke under your nose. ‘you need sugar,’ he explains when you raise an eyebrow at his choice. he (im)patiently waits for you to devour the cinnamon bun and half of the bottle of coke before he says, ‘no offence, but you look…’ he grimaces, evidently unsure of how to finish his sentence without offending you.

you don’t have to look into a mirror to know that bags have formed under your eyes, your hair disheveled because you didn’t bother combing it before you left out this morning, and your clothes are crumpled because you’d picked out the first outfit you’d found in the pile dumped on the floor by the foot of your bed.

you know that you look like shit.

‘sorry,’ you mumble. ‘i’ve not been sleeping well.’

or, at all.

yuuji is frowning, ‘has something—?’

you’re not ready for this conversation. mostly because you honestly don’t know how to explain that you’ve been having an affair with your professor for the past two years, nor admit out loud that you’re in love with said professor, or accept that you’ve spent the last three days wallowing in your own misery because said professor sees you as nothing more than a body to warm his bed.

your frown deepens, ‘i really don’t want to talk about it… please. i-i’ll be fine, i’m just… i’m tired.’

he relents, but you can see that he wishes to argue otherwise. the fact that he doesn’t fills you with gratitude that you show by leaning to bump the side of your head against his shoulder. he leans into your weight, sighing. the minutes tick by, and eventually, you decide it’s time to make your way over to your morning lecture, despite how much you wish to go back to your dorm and sleep. yuuji offers to accompany you to the lecture hall, and with each step, your stomach anxiously twists with nerves. luckily, when you arrive, there are already people inside, and so you wave your goodbyes to your pink haired friend and quietly enter the hall.

heart in your mouth, you pointedly refuse to look toward the desk at the front of the hall, where, from the corner of your eye, you see him sitting there, busying himself with fiddling with the projector. with his back to the room, he doesn’t seem to notice you, and instead of taking your normal seat at the front, you hide yourself at the back of the hall, sinking low in your seat in a bid to make yourself look smaller.

it seems to work, the task made easier when the hall starts to fill with more people as the clock ticks closer to nine am. through heavily lidded eyes, you’re mindlessly following the scribble of your biro dragging across your notebook, so immersed in your drawing that you flinch when a calloused hand slaps this morning’s lecture notes onto your desk. your pen stills, and as quickly as the hand appeared, it leaves again, already moving on to hand out the rest of the sheets to his other students. only when he’s finished his task and starting the lecture, do you dare to look up from the note that is scrawled in the corner of your handout.

he looks as rough as you feel.

there’s a faint shadow tracing the sharp edges of his jaw from where a stubble is beginning to grow, the strands of his hair even messier than usual, and his skin is pale when illuminated by the beam of the projector. he doesn’t seem to have slept much either, the skin under his eyes appearing darker than usual. you stare, your chest heavy with the hope that maybe he’s just as affected by your separation as you have been. but that hope is quickly smothered by the ugly feeling of doubt, and your eyes reluctantly drag from his face, dropping back to the familiar haphazard scrawl of his handwriting.

see me after class.

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you do not see him after class.

as soon as the bell tolls, you can’t hightail it out of there fast enough, merging with the crowd of your fellow classmates as you rush out of the room. but, because of your increasingly bad luck, you end up loitering at the back of the group as the lack of energy has you slowing your pace in an effort to not overexert yourself. they easily overtake you, some of them glancing at your unkempt state, and you’re left to wander down the hall by yourself.

only, you don’t make it very far.

just as you’re about to turn the corner, a warm, large hand wraps around your wrist and yanks. startled, your shriek is muffled by another hand slapping over your mouth, and then you’re dragged backwards, through an open door that leads to what looks like a storage cupboard. the door is kicked shut, and then you’re spun around, your back pressed against it by the hand on your shoulder.

toji towers above you, arms caging you in with no room to escape. you have no choice but to peer up at that beautiful face of his, the corners of your mouth pulling downward when your eyes meet his.

‘i called,’ he says, tone dry.

you force what you hope to be a neutral expression, shrugging one shoulder.

‘and?’

he doesn’t speak in favour of staring down at you, his jaw clenching.

it hurts to look at him, you decide, and you tear your eyes from his face to glance at the unnecessary pile of brooms that are stacked in one corner of the very small room. he’s standing so close that you can feel his breath fanning across the side of your face, the sensation one that you’re familiar with. the corners of your eyes sting, and after a few moments of tense silence, your hand blindly searches for the door handle behind you.

‘well, if that’s all—’

you pull on the handle, and the door inches open by a few centimetres, before his palm slaps down onto the wood, slamming it shut again. the noise makes you jump, eyes wide as your head turns to meet his glare.

‘’s’that it, then?’ he hisses down at you, neck bending to lean closer. ‘you just gonna keep runnin’ from me?’

‘i’ve got class,’ you deadpan, head thumping back against the door. as if to prove your point, the next bell tolls, signalling the start of the next hour.

‘don’t give a shit,’ he spits, eyes narrowed down at you.

‘well i do,’ you retort, yanking on the handle so harshly that he has no choice but to step back when you elbow him out of your way. his hand grabs at your bicep, but the back of your hand slaps him away, irritation making your cheeks burn. ‘don’t touch me.’

he retracts his hand, but he’s staring down at you, hard. then, his façade crumbles, and you baulk when his expression falls, fingers shaking as he drags them through his messy hair.

‘look,’ he says, voice thick with exhaustion as he looks down at you with as equally tired eyes. ‘just… come over? today?’

‘it’s not wednesday,’ you remind him.

he frowns down at you, ‘i know.’

‘it’s monday,’ you reiterate, looking at him pointedly.

‘i know,’ he stresses, uncharacteristically exasperated. ‘i’ll be free after six.’

he looks weary—an expression that you’re not accustomed to seeing on him—and you can already feel your body begin to deflate with defeat. your lips part, but your answer is cut off by the second warning bell.

‘i have to go,’ you sigh, tiredly. you tug the door open and after checking that the coast is clear, you step out into the hall, glancing at him from over your shoulder. he simply stands there, watching, dark brows pinching to the middle of his forehead.

that is the last you see of him before the door swings shut behind you.

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after changing your mind several times throughout the day, it is well past six pm when you arrive outside toji’s quarters.

outside, the sun is beginning to set, casting an orange glow across the carpeted floor through the window in the hallway. you haven’t knocked on the door yet, despite having arrived some minutes ago, your eyelids heavy as you stare at the grain in the wood.

you don’t know what you’re doing here.

there’s a niggle of hope that can’t help but grow with each second that passes as you loiter by the door. you try to quash it down, because, really, what are the chances of this conversation going in the direction that you want it to? you have higher chances of him having called you over to formally end things for good.

that thought makes your heart hurt.

but, before you can hesitate any longer, there’s the clicking of the door unlocking before it swings open.

as usual, he towers over you.

there’s a tense moment where the both of you simply stare at one another, but the moment breaks when he shifts to the side, creating enough room for you to slip past him. inside, you’re greeted by the familiarity of his apartment, the heating turned up to the exact temperature that you like. you kick your shoes off and place them next to the shoe rack, stepping further inside as you listen to him lock the door behind you. he steps past you, leading the way toward the lounge, and you follow, only to loiter by the doorway, watching him drop his weight onto the settee.

you’ve never seen him look so haggard before, and worry gnaws at you when a pair of forest green eyes blink to meet yours.

‘you gonna stand there all night?’ he asks, already beckoning you over with a tap of his fingers on the seat next to him. you reluctantly make your way over, sitting with your back pressed to the opposite arm of the settee so that you can face him.

‘so?’

he frowns at you, repeating, ‘so?’

‘what’d you ask me over for?’

his eyes flash with something you can’t decipher, and then he’s running a hand through his hair again, tugging the ends between his fingers. ‘look, i meant what i said the other night; it wasn’t what it looked like.’ when you don’t offer a response, he continues, ‘she’s a family friend, i’ve not seen her for a long time—for years.’ at this revelation, you start to feel a tad silly for your reaction, but there’s also a part of you that nags that he’s not telling you the whole truth. and as if he can read your thoughts, he adds, ‘we had… a thing… when we were young—very young—but that shit is long over. we’re friends, nothin’ more.’

you chew at the inside of your cheek as you mull his words over. eventually, you settle on scoffing, nose curling as you reply, ‘dunno what you’re telling me for. what you do is none of my business.’

at this, his spine straightens, and the look in his eyes hardens, ‘what’s that s’posed to mean?’

a large of you is hopeful that what he’s told you is the truth, but another part of you is still bitter about the situation. ‘it means that i don’t know why you told me to come over just to talk about this shit—’

‘’cause you’re pissed at me?’ he interrupts, looking more and more perplexed by your words. ‘i’ve been tryna call you for days, but you don’t pick up. you wouldn’t even look at me in class, ‘n’ then you tried to fuckin’ hide like i wouldn’t notice.’ he looks more upset than you’d anticipated. ‘i didn’t want to send you off like that, but—’

‘but what?’ it’s you who interrupts him this time, anger boiling at your blood. ‘but it’s okay because i’m just some dirty little secret of yours?’

‘is that what you’re pissed at?’

he looks even more weary than he had five minutes ago.

‘look, it’s not easy for me either, alright? you think i want to keep sneakin’ ’round like some fuckin’ teenager? ‘m too old to be stressin’ over this shit. i don’t want—’

‘this shit?’ you snap, his words cutting deeper than you thought they would. ‘is that all i am? just some shit?’

‘what? you know that’s not what i meant—’

you scoff. ‘of course you didn’t.’

he snaps back at you, ‘will you just fuckin’ let me explain?’

‘really, it’s fine,’ despite your words, you feel the tell-tale prickle of tears burning the corners of your eyes. ‘it was just sex, anyway, right?’

he recoils, flinching as if you’ve just slapped him.

‘what.’

it’s not a question. the word is said so quietly that you barely hear it, tone so flat that you think that you’ve actually offended him.

‘is that…?’ he clears his throat, nostrils flaring as he inhales a deep breath. ‘is that what this is to you? just sex?’

he has the gall to look pained, and you almost fall for it.

almost.

you stand from the settee, his eyes following your every movement. ‘that was what you told me, remember? those words literally came out of your mouth.’

he mimics you, standing up to his full height, eyes glowering down at you. ‘that was two years ago! of course it was just sex—i barely fuckin’ knew you!’

‘well, it’s not like anything’s changed!’ you raise your voice back at him, eyes wet. ‘it’s always me crawling to you. it’s always me sneaking around. it’s always me who is never enough!’ your voice breaks around a sob, your head lowering as you furiously wipe at your tears.

‘don’t—’ he starts, voice suddenly hoarse. ‘don’t cry.’ he reaches for you, and despite yourself, you collapse against his chest, your cries muffled into the fabric of his shirt. his scent envelopes you, and the heat of him makes your head spin, and yet, you cling to him when his fingers bury into the tresses of your hair. his lips are at your temple when he murmurs, ‘everythin’s changed.’

you stiffen, but he holds tight when you try to pull yourself free.

‘’s’been a long time since i was with someone. last time was when my boy was born, ‘n’ he’s ‘bout your age now.’ you hear him inhale sharply, nose pressed to your hair. his voice muffled, he continues, ‘then i saw you, an’ i thought you were real fuckin’ pretty. was pissed as hell when i found out you were one of my students.’ his arms tighten around you, ‘then, when you fuckin’ jumped me in the hallway, i thought my old ass was dreamin’.’

‘not old,’ you mumble into his chest, which, in response, vibrates with a low chuckle that echoes down your ear.

‘older,’ he corrects, mirth lacing his tone. he then exhales, ‘it was just sex. ‘cause it was the only way i could think to keep you interested.’ you remain quiet, teeth biting into your bottom lip. ‘but d’ya really think i’d be lettin’ us risk everythin’ for this long if that’s all i really wanted? if you weren’t worth every second of it?’

you don’t know how to answer that.

he sighs, his breath fanning across the top of your head. for a long moment, you remain enveloped in his arms, and then, in the tiniest voice you’ve ever heard him muster, he admits, ‘really fuckin’ love you, idiot.’

your heart is jackhammering away in the depth of your chest, and for a second, you dread that you’ve misheard him. but then you feel the thump, thump, thump of his own heart racing underneath your ear, and he’s yet to let you free from his embrace. your arms, previously pressed to his chest, move to slowly curl around his waist, holding him just as tightly as he’s got you.

‘love you too.’

the words are whispered into the collar of his shirt, but he clearly hears you because his fingers are now guiding your chin to angle your face toward his. his nose bumps along yours, lips pressing to the corner of your mouth. you chase him, moulding your lips together, his tongue making quick work of caressing its way into your mouth. he groans, and then his kisses are fever-like, and he’s tasting every inch of your mouth as if he hasn’t done so a hundred times before.

you’re kissing him just as eagerly, your hands snaking under his shirt just to feel his skin. he guides you backwards, edging you to the direction of the bedroom, and you allow him to do so with your tongue curling up the length of his. he pants into your mouth, hands leaving your body to fumble with the door handle. he kicks the door open, then shut again after you enter the room, and he pushes at your shoulders until you’re lying on the plush mattress of his bed. you peer up at him, watching as he crawls over you, his hair tickling your forehead when he leans to claim your mouth once again.

in between kisses, you both slowly work your way through removing each other’s clothes and when naked, he finally presses in on top of you, pinning you beneath him. there’s a clear size difference between the two of you, and you like just how much bigger he is, your fingers tracing over the curves of his biceps as he shifts above you. the length of his cock drags between your folds, the blunt tip catching on your clit at just the right angle, and you whimper for him. he responds with a low rumble that makes his chest vibrate against where it is pressed to yours, his teeth gently scraping along where he’s mouthing at your pulse. your fingers tangle between the strands of his hair, and you welcome his hot breath fluttering across the surface of your neck, eyes closing and lips parting around the shape of another moan.

he moves, hips bumping into yours, and your breath catches as his cock drags with a delicious friction that coaxes his name from between your lips. he repeats the action at the same time his teeth nip at your collarbone, tongue darting out to soothe the sharp pain that erupts, leaving a mark on your skin. you encourage the grinding by curling your legs up and around his waist, your ankles locking tight. the action pushes him closer, and your clit throbs along with your pulse each time it is abused by his bulbous tip which has swollen to a size that is more than impressive. initially, the width of him had been more than daunting, and it had taken a little getting used to the feeling of it stretching you wide, but by now, you’ve taken him more times than you can count, and your hole has learned to flutter at the promise of being filled soon.

and fill you, he does.

you’re not at all prepared for when he angles his hips and aims a tad lower, but he’s soon drilling into you, your cunt quickly moulding into the shape of him. your walls burn with the stretch, but each thrust punches a choked moan from the back of your throat, causing your fingertips to make their home in the sharp lines of his shoulders. you feel his nose nudging its way up to the shell of your ear, a smile curving the shape of his mouth when he moans, ‘feel so fuckin’ good f’me, pretty girl.’

the praise encourages the clenching of your walls, vice-like grip greedily forcing his cock further inside with each forward cant of his hips. he grunts with effort, pelvis snapping backward and forwards so quickly that you can hear the continuous creaking of the bed-frame as he has his way for you. his fingers buried in the tresses of your hair, he angles his mouth to yours once more, his tongue merging with yours in a messy battle that makes your clit throb, throb, throb for him.

‘fuckin’—fuck,’ he groans loudly, before he’s jerking his cock away from the safe cavern of your heat, a weak moan of protest escaping you before it dies on the tip of your tongue when his hands grab at you and easily lift you from the mattress. ‘’gainst the wall, pretty,’ he orders, guiding you until your palms are pressed flat to the wall, his stomach warm on your back as he traps you against the head of the bed.

once more, his cock is enveloped by your heat, and he quickly sets a pace that makes you dizzy with need. nuzzling into the curve of your neck, he sucks a fresh mark, and subconsciously, your walls flutter around him again. sweat is quickly forming on the surface of your skin, but it doesn’t stop you from snaking a hand between your legs, fingers quickly circling your forgotten clit.

‘hng, fuck, baby, that’s it,’ he groans, pelvis clapping against yours. ‘touch yourself f’me—yes, just like that.’ he sucks in a hiss, the noise morphing into a growl, his balls slapping tight onto your folds as he roughly pistons into you. your gooey walls welcome the assault, your slick suctioning him back inside each time his length retreats from your pussy.

‘h-a—ah!’ you cry out, toes curling when your first orgasm hits you so suddenly that even he chokes out a surprised chuckle, lips pressed to the back of your neck. you can’t help the slacking of your jaw as his name is loudly expelled from your mouth, your fingers reaching up to pull at his hair. the throbbing of your walls has him gripping your hips so tight that you’re certain to wake with bruises tomorrow, but he continues to fuck you through it, prolonging the tingling that pounds at your clit. arousal drips, creaming a white foam around the base of his cock, and soon, the wet sound of your connection can be heard loud and clear, which, in turn, encourages his cock to twitch inside you. it takes a short while for you to recover, and through every second of it, his girth continues to stretch you in the best possible way.

‘t-toji,’ you gasp, his lips pressed to your temple. a particularly harsh thrust almost has you toppling over and you desperately cling to the headboard in order to steady your balance. ‘toji, i—’

‘love you.’

he beats you to it, the words gruffly echoed down the canal of your ear and settling deep in the centre of your chest, where it spreads warmth across the entirety of your body. you can’t help it—a tear slips from the corner of your eye, and he’s quick to kiss it away.

‘should’ve—hng, shit, baby—should’ve… should’ve told you b’fore.’

yes, he should have, but you don’t voice this opinion aloud, as you’re now distracted by the fact that he’s now manhandling you into another position.

his back pressed to the headboard, you’re now straddling his lap, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix when you accidentally slide down a little too far. you jerk up again, and he moans quietly, neck stretching slightly as the back of his head rests on the headboard. through heavily lidded eyes, he watches you bend and bow above him, the greens of his eyes now glittering emeralds at you. outside, the setting sun dances a golden glow across his face and down his neck and it warms the emeralds until they are molten. his full lips are parted, low groans of encouragement panted through them as he allows you to take what you need from him. there are minuscule lines that are gently etched into the corners of his eyes, probably caused by lack of sleep. your thumbs reach out to stroke over the curves of his cheeks, and your lips form a soft smile when he presses his face into the palms of your hands. your hips stilling in favour of focusing on your index finger that is currently tracing his bottom lip, his eyelids dropping further when he kisses the pad of your finger. you know that he’d only scrunch his nose in disagreement if you’d ever voice it aloud, but like this, he looks beautiful. you grin at him, leaning to brush your nose against his, your lips ghosting over the scar on the corner of his mouth. it’s rare for you to show your appreciation for the old wound, but it makes his breath hitch every time that you do, and you wait to hear the sound before your lips press to his.

slowly, you roll your hips, and he responds by moaning into the cavern of your mouth.

It isn’t long before your thighs begin to shake with exertion, and his hands clutch to your ass, helping you along as he guides you to slide your pussy up the length of his girth, before dropping you back down with a wet squelch that makes your ears burn. your slick coats him, pooling into the tangle of pubic hair that is nestled between his legs. your clit rubs at the texture of it, and with each roll of your pelvis, it brings you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

all too soon, your thighs are shaking, and your nails scratch into the skin of his abdominal muscles, which tense beneath you. he huffs a laugh at you, but before you reach your peak, he pulls you from him, gravity dropping the heavy weight of his cock to thump onto his abdomen as you cry out from the loss. he shushes you with a short kiss, before shifting the two of you into the spooning position.

for the second time tonight, his chest is pressed flush to your back, and his arms wrap tight around you, his long frame tucking in behind you, and his fingers stretch to tangle with yours. this time, he fucks into you slowly, and with his head lowered to yours, he kisses the back of your neck. the silence is tender, and he’s twitching more often now, and you suspect that he’s just as ready to fill you with his cum as you are to receive it. and just a few more thrusts drive you both to the completion that you seek.

his whole body coils tight before it shudders, a long, drawn out sigh of your name whispered into your hair. the familiar gush of his seed claims your inner walls as his own, and your weak mewl of his own name as you come undone has him thrusting one last time before he stills.

it takes a long time for your body to settle afterwards, your skin clammy and your eyelids drooping so low that you feel as if you’re going to fall asleep.

fingers are brushed through your hair, a kiss warming the back of your ear, and then all of a sudden, a stream of thick, white liquid oozes all over your thigh as his cock unplugs itself from its home inside your cunt.

you are already dozing when his weight shifts from the bed, only to return to press a damp flannel between your legs. the rough material catches on your stimulated clit, and you protest weakly, despite the fact that your eyes refuse to open. this routine isn’t one that you’re a stranger to, and so when he kisses the crook of your knee, you laugh tiredly, but lack the energy to tell him that it tickles. your brain is foggy, just teetering on the edge of sleep, when you mumble your affections very quietly. the three words still somehow reach his ears, even though your voice is muffled because your cheek is smushed into the pillow. a breath is kissed to the inside of your wrist, long, strong fingers making their home between yours.

you don’t hear his response.

when you wake later, it is after dark.

there’s a familiar weight at your back, and you’re pleased to realise that at some point whilst you were asleep, he’s tugged the covers up and over you. for a while, you lay there, listening to the sound of him breathing, before you decide that it’s probably well after the time of which you should be making your way back to your dorm. however, when you make to sneak from the bed, the weight of his arm around your middle tightens.

‘where you goin’?’

his voice is several octaves deeper than usual, tone groggily thickened with sleep.

‘stay.’

you feel just as tired as he sounds, but you know that you have to leave. this part is always the hardest, and it usually leaves you feeling a little sick each time. but today, it hurts just that bit more than usual, and you really don’t want to leave. it doesn’t help that he’s also not aiding the situation as he cages you underneath his arm.

‘i have to go,’ you croak, your own voice heavily laced with exhaustion. ‘have class in the morning.’

‘i’ll sort it,’ he promises, nudging his head closer to yours. his fingers search for yours in the dark, trapping them between his own again.

‘toji, i—’

your protest is interrupted when his chest heaves with a very dramatic sigh that puffs across the back of your head. ‘said i’ll sort it. promise.’

you hesitate. you’ve never been risky enough to stay the night, having always been gone long before the sun starts to rise. but he’s relaxed, unworried, and despite your worries, you trust him. as if sensing your apprehension, he tightens his embrace, enveloping your frame with the heat and scent of him. your eyes blink shut, and you’re so tired that you’re almost falling asleep again. he murmurs your name into the dark.

‘stay,’ he breathes.

and so, you do.

#♡ jordy is writing ♡#jjk x reader #toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk smut #toji fushiguro smut #jjk angst #jjk fluff #toji x reader smut #fushiguro toji smut #fushiguro toji x reader

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just-a-space-rabbit · 6 months

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Rendez-miss-vous

TW: Kiddnaping

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Villain was walking as calmly as they could, trying not to panic. ‘The mission had gone BAD, really, really bad! the only way it can get wors right now is getting caught!’

They walked thru the busy streets at a brisk pace, not fast enough to be suspicious, but hopefully not slow enough for the heroes to catch up. Villain had made blending in among civilians into an art form and was quite proud of it. A quick disguise left them as indistinguishable from the other civilians around them.

All they had to do was get to the rendezvous point and give the signal for Supervillain to pick them up. Supervillain would no doubt be angry at them for this failure but there was little to be done with that for now, so Villain stored that thought for later.

They cut off the street and walked into the small park, behind them they could still hear the noise of the police sirens gathering at the crime scene. Finally, they reached the statue.

Just as they and Supervillain had planned, Villain started the hidden signal. They when down on one knee and began to re-tie their shoe before going into a fake coughing fit and then… Nothing?

Villain got up trying not to look flustered ‘Maybe they did not see it?’ Walking closer to the statue they did everything again but slower this time, making sure they were fully visible to Supervillains hiding spot.

But no Supervillain showed up… ‘oh… so there are other ways this mission could go WORSE!’

…

“I’m a so sorry!” Supervillain said as they handed the not-Villain-in-a-disguise a cup of tea with honey.

A verry confuse Hero took the warm cup and was about to thank them for it when they went into another coughing fit. ‘So much for taking time of work to rest. Seems like work found me anyway…’ Hero thought, as Supervillain vanished into the kitchen again looking for something.

Everything today was just a blur, all Hero could remember was needing to buy something at the shop, then on the way there, they almost tripped over their lose shoelaces in the park, bent down to tie them up, and then… they where here in Supervillains base.

What was odd to Hero, is that Supervillain seemed just as confused about it all as Hero did.

Luckily Supervillain found out that Hero was not Villain before they found out that Hero was well… Hero. But they did have to give Supervillain their fake civilian identity instead. ‘God, when the agency finds out about this, I’m going to be in so much trouble…’

“Now, listen to me Civilian” Supervillain said coming back with a small plate with some cut up fruits. There was a bit of worry in their voice, but they tried to hide it. “I need to go pickup Villain, once they are back, I’ll put out a ransom for your freedom. Don’t worry it will be nothing big! But not to small so it’s not suspicious, then the agency won’t think you are an accomplish in this, ok?”

“Yeah… ok” Hero said with a hoarse voice. At that Supervillain just gave a thumbs up before they vanished into thin air.

‘Could this day go any worse?’ Hero thought as they sat in Supervillain’s base alone.

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This was meant to be a prompt but turned into a little snippet :3

Also, if anyone is interested in only my writing/art then I do have an blog where I only reblog my original stuff: @space-rabbit-portfolio (though, I do sometimes mess up and reblog to the wrong blog :P)

#villain x supervillain #hero and villain #hero x villain #hero x supervillain #snippet #my writing #writing #TW: Kiddnaping #I got no clue if the title is funny or confusing either way got no better idea for a name for it so it will stay :P

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equestriagirl16 · 1 year

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The Auction of a Lifetime: Do We have a Deal?~🐚

Pt 1. of 2(reply and reblog for more!!!)

“GRIM, get back here you little gremlin!!!”

“Not a chance! Any henchmen of mine should do a better job of keeping up!”

Your feline friend's squeaky voice shouted out as he rounded the corner. Much to your dismay and brewing anger, he decided it’d be the idea of the century to snatch up a certain magical artifact from Crewel's classroom. You can’t remember what it did exactly, something about multiplying a user's possessions? All you knew for sure was that it was Grim’s one way ticket to tuna city and yours to Crowley’s office. AGAIN. So naturally here you are trying to prevent that future as you finally cornered the furball in the Mostro Lounge.

“Cmon Grim I’ll buy you all the tuna you want, just please give it back! If I have to explain ourselves to Crowley again I might as well lock myself in the nearest tall tower.”

“No way! You haven’t provided me with the goods I deserve in an entire three days! Consider this a win for both of us.”

While he went on you slowly crept towards him, and finally came close enough to take the leap in tackling the little thief.

“GOTCHA! Wai-UGH!”

As you got hold of him you unfortunately sent the two of you tumbling towards a beautifully decorated shelf of antiques and treasures. Luckily it was fortified enough to only jostle around a bit. Except for one cheeky vase that decided to make your life infinitely more difficult and come plummeting to the ground in an ear piercing crash.

“…wasn’t me.”

“Sweet seven! Nononono! I-It’s ok, it’s fine, everything’s fine! I’ll just take this back to Ramshackle and fix it before anyone knows what happened-”

“And what exactly has happened here prefect?”

You let a squeak slip out, stopping your frantic assembling of the broken pieces to turn and see a somewhat amused Azul looking down at you.

“Heyyyyy Azul..how’s life been?”

“Hello prefect, it’s been quite well. Although I can’t say so anymore seeing as how my priceless Caribbean pearl infused marble vase has been decimated.”

“Pr-priceless you say?”

“Very.”

“Azul I am so sorry! I was just trying to stop Grim from doing something stupid, but kinda ended slipping up myself hehe…”

You sprang up to your feet in an attempt to apologize and make light of the situation, only to be met with Azul’s deadpan face as he quirked an eyebrow.

“A-Anyway, I really am sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Hmmm, well unfortunately that was an extremely expensive piece to retrieve and a beautiful part of my collection no less.”

You cringed at his explanation realizing that you might have fucked up more than you thought.

“However, now that I think about it the Lounge has been in desperate need of entertainment lately…”

“What kind of entertainment?”

Azul looked at you with that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. Before you had the chance to blink he quickly conjured up a contract, primed and ready for the signing.

“I propose we throw a little event. An auction to win a day with NRC’s favorite prefect! I’ve been brewing up the idea for quite some time now, how kind of you to give me the perfect opportunity to put it into action.”

A win a date auction, like from all those cheesy romcoms? You were a bit-no scratch that EXTREMELY skeptical to say the least. With a perturbed look you grabbed and examined the contract front to back over and over again. Trying not to be caught up on a footnote about being handed over immediately to the headmaster's office if you failed to comply or opted out last minute. So either way you’d be screwed, huh? Don’t sign and pay out of pocket, or sign and face possible embarrassment but receive a get out of jail free card. Screw it. You grabbed the pen but right before it hit the parchment you have to ask.

“Are you sure about this? I really don’t see where you’re coming from thinking I’M the best candidate for something like this.”

“Oh prefect. You have no idea.~”

“Now. Do we have a deal?”

Take a breath and sign the scroll. What’s the worst that could happen?

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Big Fight (Thorin Oakenshield)

Type of Fanfic: One-Shot

Relationship: ThorinXFem!Reader

Word Count: 2060

Summary: Thorin and you went into a big argument and are close to make amends.

Warnings: Jelaousy. And just a few mentions of a heated argument in a marriage.

Author's Notes: ∙English is not my first language, so please be nice.

∙If you want to give constructive criticism or correct my grammar (revise my work before I upload it) you are more than welcome to write to me or send me an ask suggesting it. This shot in particular was revised by @sssiriusly (go read their fics).

∙I have to say that this idea emerged after reading @fizzyxcustard's One-Shot: “Misunderstanding” (by the way, I really really hope you like this!).

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You were the wife of Thorin II Oakenshield, king of Erebor. At the same time, you both were extremely mad at each other.

Two months ago, you had a big argument with Thorin, the biggest fight in the history of your relationship. The truth was, you barely remembered how it started; with the jealousy of Thorin. He caught you laughing with another dwarf and ignored you the rest of the day, until you confronted him. Then Thorin screamed at you, which made you angry and made you bite back. With uncontrollable anger from both sides, the argument escalated until he hurt your feelings, and you hurt his.

It happened the way it always did; Thorin got offended and then didn't know any other way of defending himself than spitting your flaws and mistakes on your face. Besides, he would turn the tables and your words to make you seem like the bad guy.

“Do not speak to me of loyalty!” He said. “He hasn't stopped getting closer to you in such an inappropriate manner, and you have never done anything to stop him! People might think you actually enjoyed it!”

You closed your eyes and placed your forehead into your hands, trying to forget about the argument. But the memories kept coming back to your mind.

“I'm so sick of you!” You screamed. “Go away and never talk to me again!”

You shook your head, sighing. You had to work on your outbursts, as well as Thorin's needed to work on his jealousy.

Luckily, a knock on your chamber's door (you and Thorin slept in different rooms again) distracted you from the memories. “¿My Queen?” You heard Lily's voice, your personal servant.

“Come in.” You said with a small voice. Lately you hadn't talked to anyone. At your request, you stayed in your chamber every day, not being bothered by anyone, and only going out to read under the sun to stretch your body and relax for a moment. But you never came across anyone, avoiding all kinds of contact. Neither did you eat with Thorin, like you used to do; You had asked for servants to take dinner to your chamber.

“My Queen,” Lily said, while entering the chamber. “I have come to bring your dinner,” she took a pause before talking again “and to tell you the King asked me to bring you this…”

“Do not say more.” You interrupted her, looking through the window with a frown, watching the midday sun. “Please leave it on the desk and retire” you said with a brittle voice. The situation hurt you a lot, but unless Thorin apologized in person, you didn't wish to maintain contact with him. That was your pride taking over you.

“My Queen,” Lily spoke again, after leaving the tray in the desk. “he insists on me telling you he wants you to join him for dinner…”

“Please, get out.” you repeated and closed your eyes. “I do not wish to be bothered.”

You heard the door closing and laid in bed. You allowed yourself to be true to your feelings for the first time in days, and started crying. You cried until you were so exhausted that you fell into a deep sleep.

…

Thorin had been in the dining hall for an hour. He had tried, since midday, to concentrate on his duties, but the thought of whether you would accept or not his invitation to dinner was unsettling him.

The servants started to run everywhere, cooking as fast as possible and preparing the table for the King who had arrived earlier. When dinner was ready, Thorin asked to speak with Lily.

“Tell me what she said” he demanded, his voice slight but deep as always.

“My King,” she whispered, knowing what was about to come “she asked not to be bothered…” Thorin slowly nodded, closing his eyes while growling. “She never gave an answer, but…”

“You can leave now” Thorin interrupted.

“Yes, My King” she rushed to the kitchen.

“I'm so sick of you! Go away and don´t talk to me again!” he remembered your words, and the anger grew stronger in him.

The door closed, and to that it followed the noise of plates, cups and food crashing against the floor with a loud sound. Thorin yelled from the deepest of his chest, getting up. He then took the tablecloth and stretched it until he had thrown every bottle and tray to the ground. He pressed the fabric between his hands while agitatedly breathing. The guards flinched, and it had been heard from the kitchen the mess Thorin made, making the servants prepare themselves to clean the dining hall.

The King left and the place remained silent.

…

You opened your eyes and stood up quickly after realizing you had fallen asleep. You looked around and saw only darkness. When your eyes got used to the gloom, you lighted the candle from your light table and the fireplace. You sat for a while in front of it, eating the dinner that had been brought to you hours ago.

You were feeling numb, but not physically. You couldn't think of anything or concentrate on your feelings, only on the rising fire in front of you, warming your body.

When you finished eating, you decided to read a while under the moonlight. You took the tray to your desk, and there you saw it; a letter. You frowned, and when you started thinking and stirring in your memories, you remembered that Lily had left something Thorin wanted to give you. But that had been many hours ago.

You dropped the tray and rapidly took the envelope. The truth was, that even while acting indifferent, you cared about Thorin, a lot. No stupid fight could ever make you stop loving him and worrying about him. While your plate and cup tinkled, you sat in front of the fireplace and opened the letter. It read:

“I wish to apologise for my manners. What I said wasn't fair, and I haven't been sincere with you and my feelings towards you, my givashel. I do not wish for this fight between us to keep affecting us. Please, do me the honour of joining me for dinner tonight.

-Thorin Oakenshield”

You put your hand to your mouth, both trembling. You looked out the window, and deduced it was almost midnight.

You sighed with repentance and ran out of your bed chamber. While you rushed to the dining hall, going down stairs and walking through corridors, many heads turned to look at you. You even met Dwalin while he was coming out of a door in one of the hallways. Well, you rather collided with him.

“My Queen!” he exclaimed, surprised.

“I am so sorry, Dwalin.” you sighed, agitated. “I am in a rush.”

“Then I won't stop you.” he said and stepped aside, so you could follow your way.

You lowered your head as a quick greeting and kept on running. Before stepping on another pair of stairs, you turned around so Dwalin could hear you asking:

“Do you happen to know, by any chance, where Thorin is?” you shouted.

“I do.” he said, not turning around to look at you.

“Oh…” you went to where he was. “And… Could you tell me?”

He sighed and looked at you. “He asked not to be bothered by anyone, no exceptions... I cannot tell you” he murmured looking away, as if he didn't want you to hear his answer.

“Dwalin…” you lowered your head with tears in your eyes. “Please,” you almost went down on your knees to beg “tell me where he is. I made a mistake and need to make amends with him.” Since you didn't hear an answer, you kept on trying to persuade him. “I think you realise Thorin and I haven't been… well.” he looked at you. “You worry about him as much as I do, and I'm sure that if we don't solve our problem now, he might lock himself in… wherever he is.” Dwalin looked away, sighing.

And then you remembered; you were the Queen of Erebor. You shouldn't be begging to talk to your husband. So, you spoke as serious as you could “I order you to tell me where he is.”

Dwalin looked up, surprised, concern and repentance invading his eyes. “He's at the blacksmith's.”

You looked at him with a hopeful smile. You whispered a “Thank you” and rushed to the forge.

…

The rhythmic sound of the hammer against the iron and Thorin's growls invaded the place. He still thought about you. It had not been possible for him to take you out of his mind during the night, so he made it his goal stay there, crafting and refining to appease his feelings.

Even before opening the gate, you could hear your husband’s growls, and that worried you. It wasn't a new thing for him to get even with his crafting, but this time, you thought you were the reason of his huge anger.

You opened the gate slowly, almost not wanting him to hear you. But he did, and the sound of the hammer stopped. “Is asked not to be interrupted.” he said with a low, agitated voice. He then turned around, and when he saw you, the hammer fell to the ground with a loud noise.

The place stayed silent. You couldn't watch him, and less could you talk to him. For a moment you thought of running back to your lonely chamber and locking yourself up. What if he was still mad? And what if he didn't want to see you?”

“Amrâlimê” Thorin whispered and slowly approached you.

In that moment, all fear and doubt vanished. You remembered the times he called you that, kissed you and made you remember you were his One. And when you saw him, you remembered how much you loved him and longed for being with him.

When you met his gaze, Thorin quickened his step and came fast in front of you. He took your hands in his and went on his knees, resting his forehead on your wrists while he kissed your knuckles. “Amrâlimê…” he repeated, and you felt his warm breath against your hand. You were frozen. “You are here.”

“Yes, I am.” you whispered without knowing what to say.

“You sound doubtful” Thorin said, insecure, and slowly raised his head, linking your gazes. “Don't you want to be with me?”

“I do, I do. I do want to be with you.” you said quickly. “Is just that… I wasn't expecting this reaction from you.”

“After moons of not seeing you, how else would I react?” he asked, getting up. You could see him close, admiring his bright eyes and paying attention to every one of his handsome features.

“Is just that… I never thought you would want to see me.” you said, lowering your gaze.

“And why would I not want to see you?” he asked, almost confused. “I love you.”

You looked at him raising your eyebrows, outraged. “Allow me to think...” you said looking at the ceiling, crossing your arms. “First you treated me like a traitor, then you did not come looking for me in months, and after that you told Dwalin not to be bothered by anyone, no exceptions…”

“I asked that to Dwalin because I did not see the possibility of you looking for me.” he said, a bit ashamed.

“Why would I not look for you? I love you.”

This time Thorin was the one who raised his eyebrow. “Allow me to think...” he mimicked your corporal actions. “First you told me not to talk to you ever again, then you locked yourself in your chamber for months, and after that you did not come to join me for dinner…”

“I fell asleep before reading your letter.” you explained, laughing. “I am sorry.”

Thorin shook his head, and put your foreheads together. “I am sorry, givashel.”

You both looked at each other, melting in a hug and closing your eyes. Little by little, you were getting closer and closer until you kissed; It was a slow kiss, deep and loving. You both had to talk about Thorin's jealousy and your outbursts, but that kiss told you that you wouldn't be doing it alone; You would work together in the amending of your relationship.

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confessions-of-a-monster-freak · 2 years

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Day 2: Macrophilia - Fat Gum / Taishirou Toyomitsu

Triggers!

Mentions of Food Belly Bulge

Fat Gum is in his Fat form. If you have a problem, leave—no negativity in my comments.

I left your accurate height up to your preference but you have shrunk to about four foot seven. Fat Gum is eight foot two for comparison.

The reader is in a long-term relationship with Fat Gum, a Support/Healer who got caught in the crossfire with a shrinking quirk.

Minors DNI! Reblogs and Notes are appreciated <3

I was sitting on the couch, watching the recap news reports for the villain attack I had helped cover. I shifted around uncomfortably as none of my clothes felt right anymore. I mean why would they? They were practically a blanket on me. I was just swimming in fabric and sitting on a way, way too big couch. Not that the couch was the problem, I loved this giant couch.

The news continued to cover what happened maybe an hour ago as it had turned into a big story. I mean, three pro heroes and one petty theft. Of course, it's going to be big. It was one big mess, that was for sure. I mean we were lucky that no civilians got hurt, only the heroes did, which, I guess is fortunate. But also a pain since the pros that day had decided that they were in a stuck-up mood.

The door clicked and I heard the heavy tell-tale steps of my boyfriend entering our apartment. Probably home from his patrol. Since he was later than normal I assumed he either stopped to grab our dinner or to grab a snack on his way back. Either way, I didn’t mind, as he could eat way more than me even right after having a snack.

“Sugar! I’m home! How’d the attack….Go…”

Taishirou froze standing in the doorway of the living room. I could see his eyes were locked on me and his mouth hung open as he was thoroughly confused. Not that I could blame him. The news didn't cover that a support hero got hit by a quirk. I mean. Why would they? It's just a no-name healer.

“It went fine until I got hit with a shrinking quirk,”' I answered, now a bit more bothered because my boyfriend was now busy staring at me. “Luckily the quirk just grazed me and this isn’t the full force. The person it actually hit shrunk to about two feet tall” I continued and then directed my focus back to the TV. “Should wear off in a day or two since it was such a small dose” I went back to looking at the TV. The height difference between me and my boyfriend wasn’t anything that I wasn’t used to. But it was different when you're somewhere in the four-foot range compared to this eight-foot beast of a man.

“So..you’ve shrunk?” He asked and came further into the apartment. Having heard no bags I assumed he went for a snack before he came back to the apartment. He settled into the couch next to me and was still focusing on how much I had shrunk compared to him now. The pause I heard must’ve been him taking off his mask and stripping out of the major aspects of his costume. As his shoes, knee pads, and gloves were missing, his signature jacket was even unzipped a bit.

“Good gracious you're tiny now aren’t cha?” He asked, and smiled brightly at me as I shrunk further to the other side of the couch. Despite how much I loved this man, I didn’t want to be crushed. Normally he wasn’t over four feet taller than me, but in this certain scenario, yes, yes he was over four feet taller than me.

“Yeah, and nothing fits me anymore” I complained and shuffled around in my clothes again. “This was the smallest thing I could find and it still didn’t even fit me” I pulled at the shirt that was hanging off of me. Everything was baggy and was kind of uncomfortable now, even the clothes that were comfortable normally turned uncomfortable.

“Sorry sugar, I would offer to get you something more comfortable but I don’t think we have anything that could fit” He sympathized, and then turned his attention to the TV. “Anyone get badly hurt?” He asked, changing the subject back to my job. Probably doing so because his patrol wasn’t interesting, and normally I was the one discussing my job since I was busier than even a top pro hero. This is ironic considering healers get no recognition whatsoever.

“No, thankfully. It was just a petty theft gone wrong when too many heroes showed up” I admitted and then breathed out, “The only people that got hurt were actually the heroes because one of the villains clouded up the area somehow so they ended up fighting each other,” I shrugged, the heroes that responded were all rather pretentious and stuck up. Didn’t even thank me when I helped them.

“Were they a part of any specific agency?” Taishirou asked, now seeming somewhat concerned about the newest generation of heroes. I could see his reasoning, even when I was in school before I had chosen to be a support hero they were reckless.

“Not that I recognized,” I admitted, shrugging and not being able to recall anything specific about them that would lead them back to an agency. “I don’t even remember their names” I added and then looked back to the TV to see if anything had changed.

“Is your-”

“Quirk affected by this one? No. And no one else's quirk can fix this either. We tried. So I have time off until the quirk wears off” I explained, having a rough idea of what my boyfriend was going to ask after that type of question. “Not that I mind, I need the time off anyways” I then sunk further into the couch and turned off the news, having heard enough hero propaganda again. Sometimes I sit and think about the newest generation being fed everything about the glory of being a hero. When in reality it's not glamorous, I’ve seen and treated pros that were so badly hurt that they should have died, but they played it off as just a scratch.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked, looking over at me as I practically melted into the couch. I was tired, not only from using my quirk but because apparently, the quirk was affecting everything else, from the amount of fatigue I had to the weakened ability to regulate my own body heat.

No, I got home maybe an hour and a half before you got here” I admitted and then gave into the puppy look that he was giving me. I scooted closer to my partner and settled into his side. I hummed as he was warm, and as always comfortable. Now I was slowly warming up and wanting a bit more affection, as this was one of the few times I could be this close to my partner and not worry about either of us being called away.

“Are you hungry?” He asked and moved his arm to wrap around me, making me smile and lean into him happily. Enjoying the physical affection that I was receiving, I paused and thought about what he had asked. I hadn’t had a proper meal yet but I had a snack before leaving the hospital. So I wasn’t hungry.

“Sort of…I had a snack in the infirmary while I was being checked out. So I’m not terribly hungry” I admitted and he hummed and seemed to be thinking about whether or not to make food now or later, as he knew that both of us could eat even if we had just eaten.

“Well, do you want to eat now or later?” He asked and I had to pause and think.

“I’d rather wait to eat later, so that way I can actually eat a proper meal” I admitted, and then managed to climb my way into my boyfriend’s lap and settled there, making sure I was facing him and snuggling into his front.

Taishirou laughed and wrapped his arms around my back, keeping me upright and making sure I was supported and had no chance of falling off of him, even though that was a significantly lesser chance than normal considering the sheer size difference we had now.

I was settled snuggling into him happily, as normally we were either passed out in bed at this time or busy with work. So both of us were clearly happy to just have something as simple as this. I felt my boyfriend shift underneath me and felt him press a kiss to the top of my head affectionately.

“Hey Tai?” I asked, looking up at him with a smile on my face.

“Yes, sugar?” He responded and looked down at me, the warm amber eyes staring back at me with a large and loving smile.

“I love you” I chirped and leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, which was the farthest I could reach with my new stature.

He chuckled underneath me and caught my lips in a kiss, which I happily melted into.

I was practically having to be in a half-standing position to maintain the kiss, but that didn’t matter to me at the moment. What mattered to me was making sure he knew that I loved him.0

I eventually was pulled away by Taishirou picking me up effortlessly and basically holding me up to his level, which made both of us laugh. Normally it wouldn’t be this difficult to kiss my partner but because of the new drastic height difference it was, it was amusing to be held up effortlessly by my partner.

“Why don’t you do this more often?” I joked laughing as I knew that it was unlikely for him to pick me up while I was at my full height.

“Because there ain’t a need for me to do so!” He joked right alongside me, causing us to just dissolve into almost hysterical laughter. If anyone had walked in here they would’ve thought that Ms. Joke’s quirk had affected us.

Eventually, our laughter settled down and it was just us smiling at each other with tears blurring our vision from laughter. We sat there for a bit just smiling at each other as we tried to figure out what to do next. I sat there for a minute before leaning back in for another kiss. This time I was more supported and didn’t have to strain my neck to reach up to him, and surely he was more comfortable this way. The kiss was affectionate and sweet.

I pulled away after a minute to catch my breath as I didn’t have the same lung capacity that I normally did. Meaning I was panting while my boyfriend was still the same as he was before I had kissed him.

"You're so cute when you're out of breath" He teased gently and pressed a kiss to my cheek. Making me pout. I knew he didn't mean it like that but I could help but think about the other side of the spectrum. My mind never

"Well. Which way do you like me out of breath?" I asked, just barely going on the verge of something impure. "From kissing. Or from screaming my throat raw?" I added and grinned as his face started to turn red. I watched as his face slowly turned a scarlet color. He normally turned a bright red color when he was flustered or embarrassed. Which in my opinion just made him even cuter.

"Sugar." He warned gently. Despite his rapidly turning red face, I could tell he was being serious. "I don't think that's a good idea… I could break you" He reasoned, and it was a valid reason. I was much smaller than I normally was, and even at my normal size I sometimes struggled to even take him. But I wanted to try this. As we never had time together, this was the perfect opportunity.

"Please, Tai?" I begged gently. "We never see each other and this is a perfect time" I pointed out, and I saw the thought cross his mind as he thought about it. He was clearly weighing in the options and I was hoping that he was going to listen to my side of it.

I sat there waiting, trying not to shift around as he was still holding me up. I felt his grip change and I looked up to see him with a slightly more mischievous smile. I felt a grin cross my face and quickly leaned back in for another kiss. Which he more than happily obliged. He pulled me closer to him and I moved my hands to settle in his hair.

I yelped and pulled away from the kiss when I felt him fully pick me up and move off of the couch. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck as he walked away from the couch and to the bedroom. Which I figured was so I had a lesser chance of hurting myself and for the added comfort of a soft bed versus a couch.

He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot and then gently set me down on the bed. He then took off his jacket and I scooted myself further back into the center of the bed. I watched him as he pulled the jacket off and set it carefully on the laundry basket.

I wiggled around for a minute unsure if I should start undressing but I figured I’d wait until he told me to strip.

Taishirou then climbed onto the bed and swept me up into a kiss, he then grabbed me and then flipped us around so I was sitting on his lap and he was in a sitting position. Probably to prevent any accidental crushing. Which I was thankful for because I don’t think I could handle getting crushed today.

I wove my hands into his hair as he slowly started to grind me against him, making me whimper into the kiss as I wasn’t used to the severe size difference. I felt his hand climb up my shirt slowly, testing the waters almost. I leaned into the touch and throughout the kiss, with each movement he made, I gripped onto his hair.

Eventually, I pulled away to take the already baggy shirt off of me, I pulled it over my head as fast as I could without getting stuck in the shirt. After my shirt was off, I let it fall to the floor on the side of the bed, knowing we would pick it up after our activity was done. That or we’d pick it up after dinner, one of the two was sure to happen.

Taishirou’s hands immediately changed directions from staying on my waist to climbing up my torso and kneading at my chest. Making me whine and buck my hips into his. I could feel him beneath me and it was off-putting as I wasn’t used to the now much larger size difference.

He moved his head down to my neck and started pressing kisses to the skin there, as well as a few mild bites. He knew I didn’t like having to heal or cover up hickies but he just couldn’t help himself from leaving some light marks. I was going to be home long enough for them to not be noticeable anyways.

Eventually, I had enough of the teasing and removed myself from his lap to strip off the rest of my clothes, as I knew I was going to need some assistance with even thinking about taking him. After I shucked the rest of my clothes off I climbed back into his lap, resting myself on the very obvious tent in his pants, slowly I started to grind myself against him trying to not psych myself out about this.

He grabbed my sides to stop me and instead laid me down on my back on the bed, hauling my legs over his shoulders, I looked up at him from my position before he dropped me again and reached for some pillows to shove under my back so I didn’t feel like I was hanging off of a meat hook.

After I was settled to where I wasn’t hanging a good foot off of the bed I felt him press a few kisses to my thigh before I heard him cuss I took a glance upwards to see him a bit surprised but I wasn’t worried. That was until I felt the size difference of his tongue against me. Even just pressing it against me was huge.

I lurched forward not expecting the sheer size of it and started to pant, knowing I was in for a ringer and was definitely going to be bedridden for the next few days, not that I minded, I had my sweetheart of a partner to help.

He was just circling his tongue around me making sure I was comfortable before slowly wiggling it into me. I felt the stretch and gripped at the sheets as normally there wasn’t a stretch to be had when he was eating me out, but today there was. Which was slightly worrying but I was well aware of the risks involved and if I had to heal some internal damage then so be it.

I could tell he was holding back and going slow for my sake, but even though I appreciated it, I was impatient and craving more already. If his tongue was this big compared to normal, then I wanted to know what he actually felt like. Eventually, the stretch dimmed down and I let out a moan as he started to speed up his movements. Clearly having felt the shift and hearing the shift in my tone.

Eventually, he pulled away and shifted me around so my legs were now wrapped around his side and he pressed one finger into me. Making me let out a breath as it slid in easily, then I sucked in a heavy breath as he pressed a second finger into me. He slowly circled around the fingers inside of me and stretched me even further.

I had my eyes screwed shut as I was trying to process the stretch, and I had maybe made a mistake with attempting this while I was at this size. I opened my eyes trying to see if maybe that would help with adjusting to the stretch. Which it didn’t, so I shut my eyes again and let out a few heavy breaths.

“Still doing okay sugar?”

I snapped back to reality at the sound of my boyfriend's voice. I opened my eyes again and locked eyes with my partner.

“I am okay,” I said and smiled up at him. “I just…Am not used to the stretch being this much” I admitted and then moaned when I finally felt a small coil forming in my stomach. I blinked heavily again before the coil tightened more and made me whine.

Taishirou searched my face for any sign of pain or lying, and then gently slid in a third finger with some resistance but not a huge amount. He spread his fingers out and made me lurch upwards at the rudeness, calling a moan out of my mouth

I started to wiggle a bit as I was close to tipping over the edge and Taishirou had to hold me down with his opposite hand. He continued to move his fingers and urged me closer to the edge, adding a fourth finger brought me right on the verge of the edge. I wasn’t able to keep my voice down and held a death grip on the sheets below me.

I was about to shout out but managed to bite down on my own hand as I came, and I came hard. My vision turned white and I heard some mild ringing in my ear. I felt Taishirou pull his fingers out slowly and carefully. His hand that was holding me down was tracing shapes against my skin, bringing me back to reality to where I was able to actually see my partner above me.

Taishirou was cleaning off his fingers one by one. Licking around the base of his fingers and completely around them. Making me aroused more than I was previously. My eyes watched as his tongue curled around his fingers and cleaned them off almost completely. He went back over his fingers to make sure he had gotten everything.

I pushed myself off of my back and quickly scooted myself up onto his lap and caught him off guard in a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and I didn’t mind the taste. I started to grind myself against him and I could feel him twitch beneath me.

“Sugar you're soaking my pants,” He said after pulling away from the kiss, and I whined at the lack of contact.

“If I’m soaking them, then take them off,” I said and leaned back into my boyfriend and pressed a few kisses to his collarbones and shoulders. I felt him grab me and lift me off of his lap so he could get his pants and underwear off. He set me down before He got off the bed to finish stripping. After he had gotten his pants and boxers off he reached over to the nightstand to grab some protection, after he grabbed the packet he opened it and then rolled it onto himself. He then threw the wrapper into the trash can nearby.

He got back onto the bed and then pulled me back into his lap. Sweeping me back into a kiss, now giving me access to grinding against him directly. Which I happily went for, rocking my hips forward and grinding against him causing him to pause in the kiss and collect himself before going right back to the feverish kiss.

I could barely wait anymore and grabbed onto his shoulders before pulling away from the kiss. I was panting and very much out of breath and Taishirou’s face was flushed more than it was before. He looked down at me, having taken a guess at what I wanted and why I stopped the kiss.

“I’ll go as slow as I can,” He said and grabbed my hips, and guided me to where I was hovering over him. I nodded and grabbed onto him in preparation for the stretch, I sucked in a deep breath before letting it out as he gently guided me down.

The beginning of him sliding in wasn't that bad, I didn’t even feel that bad of a stretch until we got past the head and it felt like I was being speared in half on him. Which I quite literally was. It wasn’t just a stretch, I could feel the sting of my skin being stretched more than it should be.

I cried out when I felt him nudge something further up in my stomach and I could feel my stomach stretching with how big he was compared to my new stature. I was panting at both the stinging pain and the stretch until I heard Taishirou groan.

“God you're tight” He mumbled and leaned his head against mine as he let me breathe and adjust to him. I grabbed one of his hands that were still holding onto my side and pulled it to my front where I pressed his hand into my stomach.

“Is that…Me?” He asked, feeling the large bump in my stomach and I nodded fervently. Not trusting my voice at the moment. As if I wasn’t careful I might actually scream. The pain wasn’t unbearable but it was uncomfortable.

I eventually slowly lifted myself up and didn’t even make it halfway on him before I was straining to get any higher up. With one hand resting on my side he lifted me up even further and I could see the amazement on his face at the feeling and sight of the bulge disappearing as he pulled out.

As he slowly dropped me back down onto him I couldn’t contain myself anymore and started moaning at both the pain and the feeling of being stuffed completely. He grunted at that and continued the slow and even pace of picking me up and then dropping me back down.

After about a minute of this pace, I started to beg for a different pace, the pain was barely even there anymore and I was closer to the edge with just a minute of this new feeling. I could only guess that it was happening this quickly considering the sheer size of him, normally with me lasting much longer than this. Something was off about the newfound feeling. I could feel the edge and it was right there, but it didn’t feel like the last one, and my legs were starting to grow numb.

He obliged my begging and sped up, now dropping me down and picking me back up even faster. The only thing that I was actually doing was moaning directly into his ear and scratching up his shoulders and back slightly from how tightly I was clinging onto him. I would heal those up as soon as I could, but that was the furthest thing from what my mind was currently settled on.

Eventually, I felt what last control I had over the coil in my stomach of my second release lapse, and my vision instead of going white, blacked out completely. The ringing was more prevalent than the first time I had came and I couldn’t hear anything. I was heavily panting and had no feeling in my legs. I felt like I was on cloud nine, and frankly, I thought I was on cloud nine.

I thought I could hear something vaguely through all the ringing that was going through my ears at that exact moment but couldn’t make out what it was. My vision was starting to come back into focus, but the feeling in my legs was still completely gone.

I blinked a few more times before I was able to clearly see my partner hovering over me. Wait. Hovering? I thought I was still in his lap. Did he move me?

“Sugar. Hey. There you are”

His voice was clear and I could see him clearly, he was the thing that I was hearing. He was trying to catch my attention. I smiled tiredly at him as I wasn’t fully there yet. I was taking a guess that I might’ve temporarily blacked out. I didn’t remember laying down or falling over, and my senses were completely voided for a good minute or so.

“I think you blacked out,” He started gently. “I laid you down so you didn’t fall over and potentially hurt yourself.” He added and that's when it made sense.

“Thank you” I managed to say through my scratchy voice, which made Taishirou chuckle.

“I’m gonna go run you a bath, and while you're in there, I will make us dinner. How does that sound?” He asked and gently held the side of my face with a smile present on his face. His cheeks were flushed red slightly, and he had some sweat on his forehead. But besides those little things, he didn’t seem too different from before.

I nodded slowly and he got up, grabbing his boxers on the way to the bathroom to start a bath up. While he was in the bathtub, I managed to push myself up to where I was able to sit with some added assistance from the pillows. I looked down and saw that there was now a giant mess on the sheets and I rolled my eyes since we’d have to clean them now even though they were cleaned just this past Sunday.

“I’m going to guess that you can’t stand, so allow me,” Taishirou said, walking back into the room and scooping me up easily. “Also, don’t worry about the sheets, I’ll clean them up,” He said and carefully set me down in the bath.

I inhaled and sighed at the smell of coconut and honey, having figured he would add some bath salts in or even a bubble bath to help calm me down and recover from the blackout. I smiled happily up at my boyfriend who was grabbing my bath towel and setting it on the side of the tub to where I could reach.

“I love you” I chirped, watching as my boyfriend gained a smile, mirroring my own.

“I love you too. Now while I wait for the tub to finish filling up, I’m gonna go strip the sheets” He said and walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom to clear off the bed.

I didn’t know how I had managed to get a man this kind and caring, but I was thankful for it. I was laying in the bathtub watching as he pulled off the pillowcases and the rest of the sheets. I just couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped my mouth as I watched him clean up in his gummy bear boxers.

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 6 months

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(Different anon from the one who asked the previous ask)

Expanding on the "finding the scary farmer passed out in a pond" prompt, how would the SVE bachelor/bachelorettes react to that? Plus Marlon if you want, because even though he's not a marriage candidate, I still love him a lot-

Hey hey 👋

I've... already done quite a few reblogs, so the post got lost 😅 (If anyone doesn't know for the first part, you can find it here). Thanks for the question, dear anon, and enjoy! 🫰

SVE bachelors/ettes + Marlon:

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Lance knows they may both be busy with work and adventurer duties, but Farmer said they'd be home today. They aren't. Finding his spouse wasn't difficult for Lance, but his heart trembled a little when he saw the state in which he caught sight of his beloved Farmer. Fortunately, the sudden awakening and outburst of aggression Lance was able to easily stop, but even though he seemed calm on the outside, inside his heart was pounding with worry. The most important thing now was to get them from this strange pond to their home, to heal their wounds.

Magnus is already checking the whole forest looking for Farmer, because they always came home on time from the forest. Today it didn't happen, and his clairvoyance skills don't show the location of his missing spouse anywhere. Fortunately, he can always ask the spirits, and they showed him the way to the pond, where he found them lying wet and unconscious, in mud and... blood?! Even though they were wounded, even though they had attacked Magnus - the main thing was that they were alive, so with a snap of his fingers the Wizard delivered himself and the Farmer to his tower. He would help them, and if someone or something had done this to Farmer, then let them start praying to Yoba...

Poor Victor asked all the inhabitants, but no one had seen Farmer all day. Concerned about the fate of his missing spouse, he called all the volunteers to start a search. When the search moved from Pelican Town to the woods, Victor came across them about twenty minutes later. Yoba, what happened! Why are they lying on the ground near the pond, wet and dirty? Before Victor could check on their condition, he had to jump back so his own spouse wouldn't hurt him. The poor man is frightened, and still, he take the Farmer in his arms and call loudly for help so that the other people would find him by his voice.

Sophia has a bad feeling about this. The farmer should have been back at her house a long time ago. She shouldn't be worried at all, but it's a bad feeling, just like when her parents... The girl decided to turn to Gus after all, he had gathered some people to search. Sophia, despite Gus's entreaties to stay, went along with the group. And she was the first to find the Farmer near the pond, and it was her heartbreaking scream that rang through the forest when the farmer suddenly lunged at her. Luckily the girl was unhurt, but she couldn't stop crying as something bad had happened to her favourite person...

In addition to the locals, Olivia wanted to call in a search party outside the Valley. Some might say the woman was overly worried, but she had every reason to be. The Farmer wasn't answering thier phone, the locals hadn't seen them, the time was already midnight, and that scared her. Finding them scared her more. Olivia, despite people urging her to remain calm, immediately ran over to her unconscious spouse lying there, and immediately fell over herself in surprise as they got up and pounced on her. The farmer fell senseless again, as did Olivia herself, shocked and horrified. But at least they were alive.

Claire didn't know the Valley well, as she had only recently moved in with her spouse, but her anxiety made her go in search of them. Farmer had promised to come, but they had not returned, and her heart was still pounding frantically. And that pounding became even stronger, ringing in her ears, when she found them. In a shallow pond that looked more like a puddle. They were lying there, covered in mud and something red (not the blood, please...), not moving. And then they got up abruptly - and ran towards the girl, who couldn't even make a sound out of horror. But they fell right at her feet, and Claire felt like she was going to faint as well. But she had to gather her strength and call for help.

It was not the first time the old one-eyed adventurer had found the Farmer lying face down in the mud, but this time was different.... Never had they been so far away from a human settlement, unconscious beside a shallow pond in which you could still drown if you weren't careful. And their sudden attack on Marlon almost made him pull his sword out of its sheath. Something's not right here, Marlon's gut tells him.... So this time he takes them not to the local doctor, but to Rasmodius. Marlon hopes that the old wizard/his colleague will help the young Farmer, whatever happens to them.

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 1 year

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Siren Boy

Janus foolishly sings along to a siren song and somehow ends up with a siren interested in something other than murdering him.

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Warnings: minor injury

Pairings: pre-romantic roceit

Word count: 2177

Notes:

a fic for day 5 of Roceit Week (this should've been posted yesterday but I got distracted reading lol). The prompt was 'duet' and this fic... barely fits into that. LIke, such a loose thread it's barely visible. but still I wrote something. it's not my best work but this fandom needs a more saturated mermaid fic market, so, here you go.

Reblog to let Roman kiss the pretty human.

I hope you enjoy!!

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Janus sighed, leaning against the railings of the ship he was currently sailing on and looking out across the endless sea towards the horison.

His job paid well but got incredibly boring incredibly quickly. He wasn’t part of the crew that scurried back and forth across the deck. He wasn’t even really a sailor, despite what he told the people who hired him.

And despite his affinity for the sea, Janus really had no place on boats amongst sailors, not really.

He was a child of a siren and a human, born with human legs and thus useless to his aquatic kin, born with scales and fangs and a voice like silk which made his hated by the humans he was stuck with.

But Janus had made do, survived, grown up. He’d worked out how to utilise people’s paranoia and his own talents for money to make a living, worked out how to talk his way onto ships and make a living on the sea, even if part of him wished to be in it, rather than drifting atop it.

It was mostly pirate crews he was able to get on board with because they were most suspicious of the sea, although they were the most unpleasant to be aboard with too. Pirates - despite being the most likely to hire him - were also the most likely to mistreat him and underpay him. One incredibly nasty captain had even attempted to take his scales whilst he was sleeping. But that was a story for another time.

For now, Janus was actually aboard a royal ship (an amazing opportunity for him, royals payed very well, actually) and his job was to protect the travelling family against the lure of his own kind, the sirens who lurked in the waters and hoped the drag the glittering royals into the sea using song that did not effect Janus.

Which was why they hired him. Because of his siren heritage, Janus wasn’t effected by siren song, meaning that if he heard it, he could warn the crew and passengers and make sure they stayed below deck until the sirens had given up. He was supposed to protect them.

Right now it was night. He and the lookouts up in the crows nest were the only ones out on deck and sirens rarely attacked this far out from their cosats anyway. So instead of really paying attention like he should be, Janus was resting his chin on an arm on the banister, looking out to the open sea and occasionally throwing a small jewel (a pile of which he’d stolen from the royal safe, because he would be long gone before they ever found out and he didn’t really care) as far as he could and listening for the satisfying splash sound they made.

And maybe the reason he was so startled when he heard the first notes of drifting song was because he was not paying attention. That didn’t mean he didn’t snap into action immediately upon feeling the little tug on the edges of his mind - for him it was light enough to brush off easily, not so much for the other humans on board the boat. He whistled twice, sharp and loud, through his fingers to alert the others on the deck to get inside. He couldn’t let the sirens hurt anyone, or the only reputation that allowed him any income at all would be ruined.

Luckily for him, he’d caught the sound of song early enough for the lookouts to get inside so that Janus could bolt the doors from the outside and return to the railings with a lanturn to look around and see if he could spot the culprits of the song.

He couldn’t see anyone yet, they must still be under the water, but he could hear the notes of the song clear as day and strangely enough he found he actually… recognised the tune? That was a first.

There was no harm in humming along, right? The song was familiar, a shanty he had heard often enough aboard pirate vessels, he was pretty sure. He hadn’t heard it enough to know the words off of the top of his head, but he knew the melody well enough to join in.

Only a minute or so later, the song ceased and Janus thought for a second that the siren had given up until he heard a loud splash. He yelped, before narrowing his eyes at the water, he still couldn’t see anyone…

He leaned further over the railing, lowering the lanturn towards the water below in hopes to get a better view. Seconds later he realised how stupid of a thing to do that was as his hand slipped on the railing, he barely had a second to slam his eyes shut before he began to fall. He cried out, though he already knew it was useless because minutes previously he’d locked everyone else below deck.

He’d expected to fall, hit the water and either be drowned or ripped apart and eaten by the creatures that were probably swarming down there. He expected to succumb to a fate he had been so sure he was immune to.

Something grabbed his ankle and Janus cried out as his whole body jerked- momentum from the fall stopping so abruptly it had pain shooting through his ankle to the point where he was slightly worried he was injured worse than a bruise. But his main worry right now was not his potentially sprained ankle, but what the hell had caught him in the first place.

Janus tried to look back up at the boat from where he was dangling and when he did his eyes were immediately caught by a pair that glittered like rubies in the starlight. They lit up when Janus caught their eye, grinning wide enough to show sharp teeth not unlike Janus’ own.

“Careful,” They said, smirking, their voice sounding foreign in a way Janus had never heard on his travelled, “You might fall if you lean too far over.”

“A little late for that warning, don’t you think?” Janus said, a little breathlessly, he was starting to get a little light headed from hanging upside down for too long, “Any chance yuo could lift me up?”

They pouted, “Not even a thank you?”

“Thank you,” Janus said, trying to keep his tone as sincere and panic free and the growing nausea, “Very much for catching me, I really appreciate having my life saved, but if I hang here much longer I fear I might pass out.”

“Alright alright,” They said, rolling their eyes before finally hoisting Janus up over the ship railing and letting him sprawl onto his back on the deck and catch his breath, “That was close, lucky I was here, huh?”

Janus huffed, sitting up and turning to the stranger, who was sill lying draped across the boat’s railing, chin now resting on a hand. It was dark, but now that Janus had the ship’s lanterns aiding his eyes (he had unfortunately dropped his in his fall) he could mostly see their whole appearance and… oh god.

“You’re-” Janus started.

“A siren? Yes, well observed,” They said, still grinning. Their bright red hair was long and streaked with gold, the fins on their ears and arms as well as their dorsal which Janus could see clearly were a translucent pinkish red, dotted with glittering sparks though they drooped in the open air. Their tail was mostly hidden, hanging down the outside of the boat and thus lost from Janus’ eyes to the darkness.

And a pretty big thing that Janus could definitely see, was how shirtless this guy was.

Of course he was shirtless, because merfolk didn’t have shirts, but Janus didn’t realise before just now how bad of a position that put him in, because he was far too gay and shaken up to deal with all of this right now.

Why had the siren who’d tried to lure him into the water saved him anyway? Where was the logic in that?

“Like what you see, sweetie?” They said with a smirk, Janus tore his gaze away, looking off in the other direction out of spite.

“Shut up,” Janus said, “What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be in the water with the other fish?”

“Ooooh someone’s upset, guess I hit a nerve,” The siren said, wow, really mature, “You’re rude, I literally saved you! Does it matter why I’m here?”

“Surely it was your intention to lure me into the water?” Janus said, still looking away, “Why would you save me?”

The siren was silent for a moment just long enough for Janus to give in and look back, only to find them watching him with an odd expression.

“Because you sang back to me- it was fun to sing with you rather than alone…” they said eventually, “No-one’s ever done that before, I was curious.”

“Right,” Janus said, turning his attention to his ankle - just for something to do other than look at the (very pretty, don’t think about that) siren. He pulled off his shoe and sock and sucked in a sharp breath at the pain the action caused. His ankle was indeed swollen and bruised, sprained at least. There was a crash next to him and the siren let out a loud ‘oof’, Janus turned to find that they had fallen from the railing onto the deck next to him, whether intentionally or not, Janus didn’t really care.

“Apologies,” They said, “That was incredibly inelegant of me.”

Janus huffed and went back to inspecting his injured ankle. Maybe it wasn’t wise to ignore the siren, who could certainly be quite deadly to him if they wanted to be.

He was aware than in his peripheral that they were slowly shifting closer to him, but they also seemed to think they were being sneaky, so Janus pretended not to notice for now.

That was until they reached over and brushed their clawed fingers over his injured ankle - although lightly - earning them a sharp elbow to the shoulder and a loud hiss as Janus backed away. Part of his mind told him that such a reaction was horribly animalistic, but he knew that was the people who found him and raised him talking and he tried really hard not to care right now as the siren seemed to wilt a little bit.

“I didnt mean to hurt you,” They said softly, sitting back to leave a fair amount of space between them both, “I could heal you- but- um- you probably wouldn’t want me to, so, it’s fine.”

“Why on earth would I not want to be healed?” Janus said, glaring, though mostly he just felt confused. He might not trust the siren, but he knew they had a whole range of useful abilities when they weren’t trying to kill you, so why…

“Because I would have to kiss you,” Roman said, “And your reaction to that touch a second ago made me think you might be against that-”

“Kiss me?” Janus yelped, the siren made a hand gesture as if to say ‘I told you so’, “I don’t even know your name!”

“My name is Roman - why exactly is that a prerequisite for me healing you?”

“Okay, Roman,” Janus said, coming to the realisation that they probably didn’t know what a kiss insinuated in human culture, he took a deep breath and attempted to explain as shortly as he could, though his face was pretty red by the end of it anyway.

“Romantic interest?” Roman said, tilting their head a little, “Like- mates?”

“Um, yes, well-” Janus answered, frowning, he was glad he knew enough about sirens for this, otherwise it would make conversations like this so much more difficult, “The first time you kiss someone probably happens before that, to, uh, express attraction for someone? But it’s quite intimate and I have hesitations.”

Roman hummed, tail swishing a little where it was now draped across the deck of the boat. Janus was frankly astonished by how big the fin was, enough that Janus could probably lay across the entire fin with spare roon. He’d always assumed they were smaller.

“But if it’s just to heal what I hurt,” Roman said slowly, “Then surely it would be ok?”

Janus considered for a moment, wondered why the idea of kissing Roman didn’t seem even remotely as horrible an idea as it should have. In fact, a large part of him really wanted to say yes.

“And besides, you are very attractive, I wouldn’t mind kissing you the other way too.” Roman said nonchalantly, looking away. Janus tried to get his suddenly flaming blush under control whilst Roman wasn’t looking.

“Just healing,” Janus said eventually, “We can uh- circle back to the other way later.”

“...Fine, just healing,” Roman hugged, reaching out a hand with a smirk on their face, “For now,”

Janus hesitated, before pulling in a deep breath of cold night air and taking Roman’s hand.

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suvidrache · 1 year

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Uta Saves Reader

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 504 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

What an unfortunate situation to be in.

You had gone out for a cup of coffee, paying more attention to your phone rather than what was going on around you.

You didn't notice the body, the blood, the crime scene. It wasn't until you were spoken to. Several officers were standing around and several witnesses, some on their phones, recording the situation.

"Pardon me." A male voice said.

You looked up from your phone, seeing the surrounding scene. Your eyes widened, and you put your phone in your pocket. You raised your hands and glanced around nervously. Your voice trembled as you spoke.

"I'm so sorry, I-"

You weren't quite sure what had happened, but suddenly, you weren't on the street anymore - you were in an interrogation room.

The interrogating officer had grown tired of your lack of replies, your lack of knowledge, and he had left the room - having yet to return. You weren't sure when he was going to come back, but they couldn't just leave you in there. Someone, anyone, had to return at some point to you.

Luckily, you still had your phone. You weren't quite sure where you were at. Fortunately, your friend knew exactly where you were at.

He had to be careful, though. The CCG wasn't exactly ghoul-friendly. They would arrest him if he got caught walking into or near their building.

He had made it there and through the building, without being detected, easily. There had been no one guarding the building. No one to stop him and he would hear them before he saw them, allowing him to make a quick getaway and hide. He opened the door to your room and sat down.

"Looks like you've got yourself into some trouble~,"

"Uta, thank you so much. Please, let's go before they find us here."

"Not so fast. They might see us if we leave, and you can't continue getting into trouble."

"I won't, I promise."

"You said the same thing last time, and here we are... ~," He said as he gestured to the room you were in.

"I'm sorry. What can I do?"

He smiled and turned his head to look at the door as if expecting someone to enter. Your gaze followed after his and you braced yourself, waiting for the person to walk in.

"Let's go." He said as he stood up.

Surprisingly, there was no one there as the two of you left the building.

"Thank you, Uta. How can I repay you?"

"Stop getting yourself into trouble..."

He said as placed his hand above your head on the wall behind you. His face inches from your own. Your eyes shifted to meet his, your cheeks felt hot, and your hand reached back to touch the wall.

"It's a dangerous world out here. I wouldn't want either of us to get hurt. Please be more careful, otherwise, you will owe me."

He said as he gently took your face in his hand. He gave a small smile, turned, and walked away.

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imdoingsortagay · 2 years

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Stress Relief

Summary: A very stressed Jennifer get’s help from her friend and roommate to destress

word count : 1.1k

a/n: this so bad i am so sorry, part 2 maybe if anyone is interested

Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated !!! Happy reading

College was stressful for Jennifer when she started but she could handle it with her friend's help, who also understood what she was experiencing. Now that she was well into Law school, most of her friends were well into their own lives, doing what they wanted, leaving her with nobody to understand her stress. That is until you came into her life in the first couple of weeks of law school.

Both of you had met each other in the library studying, Jen was stressed out of her mind for the first test for one of her classes and there were no other areas she could stay at. Until she saw you in the corner of the library taking up a table and you let her sit with you. She got to talking to you, and both of you have a good friendship, living together in a cute apartment not too far from school and at the least stressing together in your own space. Like today, when you come back from work to be greeted by Jen sitting in the kitchen, papers all around, computer playing some music in the background from her many playlists while she looks like she needs to drink.

“ You look good Jennifer,” you say as you walk inside to find something to snack on before sleeping. Jen grumbles as she looks around at the papers, at you, and wonders why you don’t seem so stressed. She fails to see that you are also stressed but are very well at hiding it unlike her.

“ We’ve lived together for so long y/n how about you call me Jen,” she tells you in an annoyed tone.

Between the both of you, Jen is the one who doesn’t know how to relax properly, even after countless times you’ve told her to, given her tips, and even sent her an array of articles, Jen will completely ignore you and find herself about to lose her mind over the stress of her school work, school and general and everything else going on.

“ Jen are you stressed out again from school? It’s all right to find some time to relax from the mountains of work,” you explain and motion to the papers all over the table. Jen pays no mind to the lecture that��s coming as she takes another sip of her Redbull, already used to all of the time that she’s been caught overworking herself. It’s like a routine for both of you.

“ You sound like such a parent y/n,” she tells you,” I’m a big girl who can take care of herself and doesn’t need her friend to tell her when to take a break”.

Always the same thing with the two of you. Jen will study as much as she can for a test, not eat, chug so many energy drinks, eat whatever snacks she can find, be lectured by you to find time to relax, not listen to you and then get so little sleep that the cycle happens all over again.

“ honey i think we both know if you were capable enough to relax then it would of happening months ago,” you say as you see her prepare to throw an empty energy drink at you. Luck is on your side with fast reflexes, making Jen a bit mad that she doesn’t have fast reflexes. The brunette calms herself down enough to study for the next couple of hours, actually taking your advice for once as she sees you had left a bag of food in the fridge for her to eat. Or maybe it’s just yours , she has no clue. Either way , Jen takes it to eat and then decides that it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick break from the studying.

“ What does y/n fucking know about relaxing?” she thinks to herself while eating the Chinese food, luckily not left overs but her favorite order. Jen is a bit relieved at that, happy to be eating, and oh my god she just realized that maybe you do have a point about her not being able to take care of herself. Now she has to tell you that you do have a point before you get the chance.

As Jen makes her way to your room, you on the other hand are keeping yourself busy in a very fun way. Today had been especially tiring at work, the one friend with benefits bailed on you last minute between classes for a quickie in her car so here you were masturbating.

“ you know i love being your friend but i hate that you know when I should relax and WHAT THE FUCK- “ she walks into the room to see you with three fingers in your pussy, your other hand groping your tits, and some music playing in the background.

“ Why are you naked y/n?”

“I was masturbating Jennifer, why the fuck don’t you knock ?”

“ It’s me dumbass, I don’t, “ She tells you while she sees you throw on a sweater on the top half of your body while you use the blanket on the bed to cover the rest. Something about what you were doing made Jen feel some type of way and she hope that you can’t tell that she was beginning to get wet. Which she hates because out of all people, she didn’t think you would turn her on by just masturbating, then again it’s been a while since anyone has touched her so which could explain alot.

“ What do you need Jennifer?” you asked annoyed, just wanting to cum and go to sleep but your friends bad habit of not knocking on doors ruined it.

“ well, just wanted to say about relaxing-”

“ It’s fine honey, i don’t mind,” you say while Jen makes herself comfortable on the end of your bed, and in that moment you wonder what’s going on.

“ You deserve to relax Jen and i don’t mind at all helping you realize that,” which makes Jen feel more hornier in the moment, and she hopes this goes by quickly before you even notice anything.

“ yeah yeah y/n,” she mumbles to you, or more like herself as she fails to get out of herself from this situation without anything occurring or words to be said.

“ Jennifer? “

“ yeah ?”

“ Maybe I should help you relax a bit,” you tell her, grabbing her hand to pull her into your lap. Jen lets herself be taken close to you and she hopes this is going the way she thinks it’s going in her mind.

“ Do you want me to make you feel good Jennifer?” you ask in a sweet tone to the woman in your lap who looks so small. In all the time you’ve known her, she’s never been this quiet or small, and hope this doesn’t ruin your friendship in any way.

“ What do you decide Jen?”

#lizs writing #jennifer walters x reader #she hulk imagine #she hulk #jennifer walters

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A Boy Name Thomas A.K.A.(Lazarus)- 80's AU

A Tom Hardy X Violet(FemOC) Story

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!!!🥳🎉🍾🎇🙌🏼 I hope you all are or had a wonderful New Year with family and friends I want to end the last day of 2022 with this mini blurp that I thought would be a nice idea. So it just came into mind while I was listening to the Black Celebration album by Depeche Mode. But it also inspired me by this photo of a young Tom Hardy with his baby face down below👇🏼Thank you for this wonderful photo that I am happy to share with you all. I hope you enjoy it as always and please comment, like, and reblog it'll help the page thank you to all of my 200 followers as of right now. For your support and for reading my stories. I'll see you all in 2023 guys and once again Happy New Year.

Summary: On one magical night in Oxford two unique characters from different backgrounds, a singer and a fan together share a lovely evening together not believing she just spent time with her celebrity crush. And what if Tom became a goth singer winning over the hearts of his adoring fans of many but only one caught both his eyes and heart?

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Word Count: 3,676

WARNING 18+: Light Cussing, & Lots of Fluff!

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Oxford, United Kingdom- 1986

Violet and her best friend Ivy waited patiently outside of the stadium in Oxford. It was finally the day that the girls would see their favorite band, This Dark Plague. Ever since they first heard their first album, it was nothing like they have heard of before. The voice of Lazarus, the lead singer of the band, took their souls away. His voice was like they sent it from the heavens from above, silky, smooth, and yet hauntingly beautiful. Being gifted with such a rare voice is something few people hear in the music industry. Knowing that there was pure talent in the young boy. Once the front doors of the stadium finally opened, Violet and Ivy squealed amongst themselves. As both girls held hands together while doing small hops.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please,” said one security guard as he said the following, “welcome to the show. We would like for you all to do us a favor before going in. Please have your tickets ready for us to stamp. And for anyone who has bags, we will check them after we mark your tickets. Once again, have your bags and tickets ready to make the queue go faster. Thank you and have a wonderful time here on the tour.”

“Oh my gosh, Violet, I can’t believe we are already here. Tell me this is all a dream?” Said Ivy, still holding onto her friend’s right hand, not wanting to let go.

“Are you being a joker, Ivy? Of course, this is not a dream we are here, don’t you see? We are about to see Lazarus in the flesh. You and I have to at least be in front of the stage as much as we can. I’ll make a run for it, yes?” Violet said, giving a cheeky smile along with a wink at her friend, which Ivy giggled at her gesture.

Once their tickets were stamped and luckily didn’t bring bags. Violet made a run towards the floor of the stadium, hoping to find a suitable spot for both her and Ivy. After a small jog, she then finally made it where there were at least a group of 7 people. Violet heaved in and out of breath, still not believing that she was going to see her dream band in person. She pressed a gentle hand against her chest, feeling her heartbeat ceasing down little by little. Ivy made it some minutes later, standing next to her friend as they now patiently waited for This Dark Plague to come out to sing.

“What type of perfume do you think Lazarus might wear out for tonight?” Ivy then asked some time later as more people came along the floor, becoming warmer and clamped together.”

“Oh, I bet it is something pleasant, but what I care about the most is to hear that angel like voice he has. And those eyes oh god those dark blue eyes of his how can I can’t say no to him,” Violet gasped out picturing Lazarus in that wonderful black leather jacket he became iconic for with that soft trimmed dark brown hair that seemed to be soft to touch and that baby face oh god can you ask for more,” she said feeling her cheeks turn pink seeing she couldn’t take that image off of her head now anymore.

After what felt like hours going by slowly, the stadium suddenly became loud and full. While some other songs from other popular bands that Ivy and Violet know were played in the background. Just so the atmosphere doesn’t seem to be gloomy or boring, it made some people dance to the best of the music. As they played the last song of the night, the music paused. Only you can hear people speaking to each other. Suddenly, the time of what Violet and Ivy came to see was about to begin. Cheers and claps erupted in the air as Ivy and Violet squirmed under their breaths as the stage went dark while an ambiance sound played on.

“Oh my god, Ivy, they’re coming, they’re coming!” Violet said excitedly as the music continued to play louder.

A dark purple light illuminated the stage as a small cloud of fog spread out across the stage. Without the girls realizing, the band members came out. One by one, only three members appeared through the white fog, getting to their positions behind each instrument they play on. Violet was confused where Lazarus could appear, but out of nowhere, that voice suddenly spoke through the big speakers.

“Good evening,” he said in an echo tone, making everyone in the crowd cheer erupted, including Ivy and Violet, “welcome. This first song you all might know of and I want you all to join. And it goes like this.”

The music changed into a deep ambient sound with haunting chimes. Like something you’ll hear from a children’s cartoon, but with a dark twist. Then it happened again, that voice, that enchanted voice that you can get hypnotized to.

Let’s have a black celebration

Black Celebration

Tonight

Violet and Ivy screamed their hearts out once they saw the shadow of Lazarus between the fog and purple lights. He continued seeing he had on his black leather outfit with black sunglasses and his hair fixed back with gel.

To celebrate the fact

That we’ve seen the back of another black day

His full-on appearance made the stadium scream for more than his voice continued to sing his heart out.

I look to you, how you carry on when all hope is gone

Can’t you see?

Your optimistic eyes seem like paradise to someone like me

I want to take you in my arms

Forgetting all I couldn’t do today

Black Celebration

Tonight

Violet and Ivy danced to the beat of the music, singing along to the lyrics while Lazarus held the microphone closer to his lips.

To celebrate the fact

That we’ve seen the back of another black day

He then knelt down to where the girls were standing, reaching out their hands while Lazarus gave a side smirk at them. Violet didn’t notice at first until she felt his leather glove hand against hers. Everything went in slow motion until he sang again as they both made eye contact.

I look to you and your strong belief

Me, I want relief tonight

Consolation I want so much

Want to feel your touch tonight

Take me in your arms

Forgetting all you couldn’t do today

Black Celebration

Tonight

Black Celebration

(I’ll drink to that)

Black Celebration

Tonight

Black Celebration

(I’ll drink to that)

Black Celebration

Tonight

Once the singing came to a full end, they both shared another small moment or two until he kissed Violet’s right hand. Lazarus tilted his black glasses down, revealing those blue eyes of his. Giving her a quick wink, he stood up on his feet and the fans cheered once again.

“Thank you. How are you all doing tonight?” He asked the millions of fans and they all roared with cheers, “righ’ then I am amazed at how many have come today. It’s madness. You all are beautiful, really. Let’s get the show goin’ yea?”

And so, the rest of the night was nothing but an unforgettable and mesmerizing show. Filled with enchanting music, dancing, and living the dream that Violet and Ivy could ever ask for. Once in a while, Lazarus would come their way, which was strange for Violet. Thinking why she and not anyone else in the crowd while other girls were screaming his name out to get his attention. She would try her best to ignore it as both friends continued to sing their hearts out. As the show came to a close end, Lazarus and the rest of his bandmates took a bow and thanked everyone once more.

“Thank you very much and good night,” he said, his voice echoing through the large stadium, disappearing into the thick fog.

Backstage, however, Lazarus had other thoughts in his mind besides accomplishing another successful night. But not just anything out of the ordinary, but he focused on the girl in the crowd with raven hair, dark amber eyes, peachy light skin, a very intriguing black long-sleeve shirt with a black long skirt.

I wonder who she was???

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Both girls felt a bit exhausted and tired, but it didn’t stop them from going around the corner to get a late-night bite. A small group of people were inside the restaurant shop, so Ivy suggested waiting in the queue. While Violet would find a table for them to sit at. It took a couple of minutes for her to find a table looking from one side to another. Feeling like giving up on the spot, however, her luck didn’t run out just yet. From far away, there stood a group of young boys, laughing. One of them was smoking some cigarettes while they continued eating. But one of them stood out from the crowd, which made Violet nervously panic on the inside. It was This Dark Plague themselves of all people, seeing them here amongst the fans. But they were half dressed differently from when they were on stage. She recognized them right away, thinking if this was true or not. Lazarus then looked to the side, noticing Violet standing far in the distance with a smile on his face. He had his black sunglasses on, still wearing that leather black jacket, but underneath it; he had on a band shirt. While resting his back against the brick wall of the restaurant, both Lazarus and Violet made eye contact. He removed his glasses after seeing the girl he saw earlier at the stadium. Startled, she looked away, pretending he didn’t see him trying to walk the other way. It was too late until she heard someone calling out directly at her.

“Hey excuse me miss,” said he reaching out to her with his hand gently placing it on her left shoulder.

She became stiff like a statue, nervous to turn to face the person she knew who it was. Though Violet didn’t want to look foolish in front of him and so she slowly met eyes with him.

“Sorry to bother, but I see you having trouble finding a place to sit. If you like, I and my mates have space at our table. You’re more than welcome to maybe want to sit with us. I insist, of course,” he said, giving a friendly smile. Violet returned the gesture with some shyness.

“Oh, that’s very kind of you really, but that won’t be necessary really I-.”

“Violet, is that who I think it is?” Ivy exclaimed, holding two plates of fish and chips in both hands. Her mouth and eyes opened in awe, “Oh my god it’s you Lazarus. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Well, I’m glad to meet you girls. I’m telling your friend here that we have some seats open over with the boys. And you two are welcome to sit with us,” he said as one bandmate saw the entire scene going about.

“Oh, do you? That sounds grand, Violet don’t be rude come on let’s go sit yea?” Said Ivy already making her way toward the table leaving Violet and Lazarus alone.

“You know you didn’t have to do that,” she said, seeing her best friend greeting the group as the boys welcomed her with open arms.

“Well, I just thought it would be fair, since this place is quite full. And I see you had a hard time looking for a place to sit, you know,” he said nervously, folding his hands together while biting on his bottom lips.

Violet didn’t say a word, hugging her arms together and looking back at Ivy, who she was now speaking to one of the boys. Seeing she was having a pleasant conversation about whatever made one of the band members laugh.

“Look, I didn’t mean to be such a disturbance to you and your friend. I want to say I’m sorry for ruining your night if I did that,” he said apologetically, hoping that she won’t see him from a different perspective.

At that moment, Violet felt like a big ungrateful brat for questioning and denying her favorite singer’s offer. Seeing that he was just being generous, welcoming, and a massive sweetheart.

Wow I’m such a fucking dick…

“I’ll just let your friend know you’re not feeling alrigh-.”

“No, please I- I want to say I’m sorry. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I don’t know what got into me for sounding like a cunt. I’m the one that should apologize,” Violet admittedly said, feeling her cheeks warm with embarrassment sounding like a total fool in front of her crush.

Lazarus saw this happening in front of him and, without saying a word, he placed a hand on top of her left shoulder. Violet felt his large hand as she looked back at those deep blue eyes of his.

“Don’t be ok and don’t say you’re a cunt either, we just got on the wrong side of things. But know this right, I’m not that type of prick that gets offended easily. Trust me, I’ve heard and encountered far worst characters,” Lazarus said with a side grin. Violet only smiled bigger as he continued, “but none of that now. How about we join with your friend and my mates, eh? I like you to meet everyone.”

“Yes, of course, and actually let me reintroduce myself properly. My name is Violet. It’s wonderful to meet you, Lazarus,” she said as they walked their way toward Ivy and the band.

“Ah well, it’s lovely to meet you, darling, and Violet. That’s a beautiful name. I got to say I like it,” he said, giving her another side smile. Suddenly, she felt her body become warm once more.

As the night went on for what felt like hours, Ivy and Violet were enjoying the band’s company very much. Seeing a different side of each band member, including Lazarus. Ivy never stopped asking Dracu, the synthesizer player, about why he chose such an instrument, why he joined the band, and so many that he generously asked away. While the others laughed and talked about other things and sometimes made fun of their friend, seeing how Ivy is such a chitter chatter. But Dracu didn’t care because he found her company enjoyable and never talked this much to someone like this before, especially a girl. Violet and Lazarus, meanwhile, were more into the most serious talks. Talking about if he never was a singer, what would he be doing if he would choose a distinct career path than being in a band, etc. He would, mostly, give her some very intelligent and in awe answers that Violet never thought she would hear. It made her feel awestruck and would listen to him for hours and hours day and night. Blade, the back vocalist, would eavesdrop once or twice on Lazarus’s and Violet’s conversations. Seeing and hearing how open and expressive he sounded towards the young woman. It was rare to see him socialize with other people for past reasons. The last time Lazarus did this sort of thing was with his then ex-girlfriend 2 years ago. It was alright from the beginning, but once the band gained more recognition to the public, things went downhill in both the relationship and mostly for Lazarus. On the night he came back home from the recording studio, it shocked him when he saw Bella with another man in the bed they both shared. Heartbroken and not saying anything, he stayed over at Blade’s house on that same night. It hurt to see his friend with anger and sadness in his heart. But after some time passed, Lazarus got over it mostly. He did loved her unconditionally but Dracu, Blade, and Vlad, their “manager” of the band, had this bad feeling about Bella. She liked the attention, but not in a good way. She never left Lazarus’ side for one moment and worst yet she demanded to be in a music video but for her own selfishness. Bella cared more about being in the spotlight than the band, but those days were over. What Dracu cared to see is Lazarus being open again and looking more comfortable than he did before.

“Oh Christ, look at the hour. It’s getting late. Thank you again for a wonderful night. It was a pleasure, boys, and Dracu,” Ivy cheekily smiled at him. He felt his face flush red. “good luck on your other shows too. I hope you all have fun.”

“I’m glad you girls enjoyed our company. It was nice to meet some civilized fans unlike before,” Vlad said sarcastically, taking another drag from his cigarette.

“Don’t be such a dick mate,” said Dracu, lightly pinching him on his right shoulder, which he only chuckled.

“Awww, we’re flattered, really. Thanks again for being so marvelous,” Ivy said, smiling at her friend, who did the same.

“By the way, if you ladies want, we can take you two to your homes or hotel room. I insist again. If that’s fine with you both,” suggested Lazarus Ivy cheerfully said ‘yes’ quickly in a heartbeat.

Sometime later, after saying their last goodbyes to everyone, Lazarus and the girls made it back to the hotel that was close to the restaurant. Ivy and Violet made their way out of the car as Lazarus did the same.

“Well then, I hope you two have a good night’s rest. I appreciate you both for coming to our show and being amazing fans. Really, it means a lot to us and from my heart,” he said, sounding grateful, and the girls smiled big at the compliment.

“Aww, you are so kind and thank you for bringing us to our hotel. It means a lot. But have a goodnight and have fun in your next concerts,” said Ivy, looking back at Violet saying ‘thank you’ as well.

Before Violet went inside the doors of the hotel while following Ivy behind, she then heard her name being called out.

“Violet, ummm, do you have a moment if that is alright with you?” he asked shyly asked, but Violet nodded her head in agreement.

“Is everything alright Lazarus?” She asked, a bit confused why he wanted to talk to her alone.

“No, nothing is wrong. I just… I thought whenever I have time off for myself, we might stay in touch and talk. Of course, when you’re also free and not doing anything, what I’m trying to tell you is that this was a lovely night and I just think you were a very interesting girl and I-.”

“Lazarus.”

“It’s Thomas,” he snapped. Violet eyebrows formed in confusion but he continued on, “call me Thomas. I know it’s strange to say my real name to you, but I wanted to say it. I oddly felt like I needed to tell you my stage name is just a character from the real me.”

Violet only nodded her head slowly and never thought of hearing such a thing, especially the front man of This Dark Plague.

“I’m sorry for making all of this awkward, truly I don’t know why I asked in the fir-.”

“Thomas, hey it’s alright don’t worry. I have to say I like your real name more than your stage name. I think it suits you better. And I’ll gladly like to stay in touch with you. You make the call and I’ll be there yea?” Violet said, giving him a reassuring smile, which he then let out a small sigh of relief.

“Sounds good then. I should let you know it’s getting cold out here. Nighty night, Lady Violet, I hope we see each other again soon,” he said, smiling back at her while she chuckled at his gesture.

“You have a safe trip, Sir Thomas. We will speak again and call me when you are free. Here, I’ll give you my number.

Do you have a paper and pen for me to write?”

“Oh yes, I give me a moment,” Thomas said, going back inside the car and retrieving a pen and a piece of paper.

Once Violet wrote the phone number of her hotel room in the end, she put a small drawing of a heart. He found this adorable in his eyes, his heart jumping from inside.

“I’ll keep this close to me, I promise. Goodnight, love,” he said, finally making his way to the car. Violet looked on, waving a small hand at him.

As he drove into the night, Thomas couldn’t stop looking at the small price of paper with Violet’s number and heart drawing. Not believing how this night turned out, then what he thought at first.

4 weeks into their tour, both Thomas and Violet did indeed end up talking to each other as he promised. It started slowly at first, but as one concert went to another, a small blossom grew behind the scenes. Both the fan and the singer had many things in common, but the two wanted more than just being friends. Just before autumn arrived, Thomas surprised her after Violet told him she was going back home to Epson, which wasn’t far from his hometown of Hammersmith. Before going home, he instead drove to Violet with an enormous bouquet of roses in his hands with a love note in the middle. Arriving in front of her house, he walked his way up to the door, knocking. As they opened the door, to his surprise, it was the person he was looking forward to seeing.

“Thomas, I’m so glad to see you, my love,” she said between her big smile hugging him around his neck. Both exchanged a sweet, welcoming kiss on the lips.

“Hello my darling, I’m finally back home with you. I’ve missed you so much.”

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