#found it yesterday and thought it was cute
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His Fierce Flower - Bonus #2
Family fluff piece featuring Neteyam, Enyu and their kids.
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It was the screeching cry of a mountain banshee in the distance that stirred him.
Eyelids heavy, he squinted through them for half a second, before immediately snapping them shut again. Neteyam’s first thought was to go right back to sleep, but his plan was soon interrupted when he found that there was a little foot uncomfortably smushed up against his cheek.
Groggy, a tired groan escaped him as he stretched and twisted his body, muscles tight and aching from pushing himself too hard in training yesterday. He’d kill for one of his mate’s incredible massages.
With ease, he adjusted Elteyä from her wild sprawl and brought her across his chest instead. He didn’t even know when she’d snuck into their room.
Thankfully, she didn’t stir at the movement, or wake from the kisses he pressed to the crown of her head as she unconsciously wormed her face into the crook of his neck. Norii though, her clothmade doll, slipped from her fingertips, so he tucked it back into his daughter’s arms.
In the dim room, all was quiet and still, save the soft suckling sounds that stole his attention. Head turning, he found that Enyu’s eyes were closed, but Neteyam knew she was somewhat awake. After the rough night they’d had- if he felt fatigued, she must have been exhausted.
His wife laid on her side, facing him with a protective palm supporting a tiny head as their youngest nursed from her chest. The sight alone filled Neteyam with emotion so strong, he could never seem to put it into words.
As if she could feel his gaze, she peeked at him, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards a fraction.
“Morning, baby,” he croaked in greeting, smoothing his palm down the side of her thigh.
She hummed in response and hooked her ankle over his shin, eyes closing to sneak in a few more minutes of rest.
Neteyam scanned the span of their bed, and no sooner when he realized they were missing another little someone, did he hear the pitter patter of tiny feet coming their way.
Dragging her own doll behind her, Asthlyee stumbled in and made a beeline for her mother- like she did every morning since she learned how to walk, but stopped short at the sight of the infant already attached to her breast.
Hair mused wildly, her little fist fell away from the eye she'd been rubbing and Asthlyee’s cute face morphed from drowsy confusion to scrunched up in a clear display of hurt, ears falling back sadly.
“Asthlyee,” Neteyam called in a hushed, post-sleep raspy voice, “come here, pretty girl.” Shifting Elteyä to his side, he beckoned for the grumpy toddler to come to him.
Bottom lip pouted, she crawled her way across the massive spread of blankets and plonked herself on her daddy’s chest, oblivious to his winces at the sharp pokes of her knobby knees and elbows.
“Good morning,” Enyu whispered to them both through squinted eyes, sitting up with Ray’lu in her arms. “Did you sleep well, my Asthy?”
Asthlyee nodded, though her frown cut deeper as she watched her mother switch the babe to her other breast. Arms stretched out, she made grabby hands, expectantly asking for her mother. “Mama? Mama, me?”
“Oh my love, you’ll get your turn soon, yeah?” she hushed sweetly, leaning forward to caress Asthlyee’s cheek.
She felt a pleased pang in her chest from her daughter wanting her. Since Asthlyee was a daddy’s girl through and through, whenever her little one wanted her instead, Enyu’s happiness always went haywire.
It had been three weeks since their youngest was born, so their little family was still adjusting. So far, the new addition was hardest on Asthlyee.
When the two year old met her baby sister for the first time, she- like Elteyä, was all excited smiles and hugs- maybe not really understanding but imitating her big sister’s actions all the same.
Kiri and Spider had given Jake and Neytiri their first grandson six months ago, so Asthlyee was no stranger to babies, since she seemed to like her baby cousin just fine.
But when her morning routine, which usually started out with kisses and cuddles from her mother while she nursed, was being given to someone else… Well, that’s when Asthlyee realized that her new baby sister was here to stay.
Their mornings together meant the world to Enyu, really. Without fail her daughter would seek her out, and once she’d had her fill of milk and an abundance of smothering love, Asthlyee would crawl right into her daddy’s arms where she refused to leave.
The toddler blinked at her mother, not liking her response, so she resorted to her favourite person for back up. “Daddy-!”
“Shh, not so loud, pretty girl,” he shushed gently, fingers combing through her wild locks, trying to tame them yet sympathetically soothe away any possible incoming tantrums.
“Daddy,” Asthlyee tried again, though it really wasn’t any better. “Wook!” She pointed indignantly, “da baby.”
“Yeah I see, Asthlyee. Is Ray’lu hungry? You’re such a great big sister to share with her.”
“But is mine booby… an mine mama.”
It was in the tip of Neteyam’s tongue to joke to his wife that technically those “boobies” had belonged to him first, but given the situation he didn’t think it would help his discussion with his two year old.
“Asthy girl,” Neteyam cooed. Tears were rapidly pooling along her lash line making his heart ache, even though he knew they were fake. “Remember we talked about you sharing with your baby sister? She’s very little and has to grow strong like you and ‘Teyä. She needs your mama just like when you were a tiny baby.”
Asthlyee crossed her arms at his words while her tail slapped irritably. “No…. No share.”
Neteyam wiped away a dried drool patch from the corner of her pouty mouth. Noting the startling resemblance she shared with her mother, he couldn’t help smiling at her little scowl. She was every bit Enyu like this- defiant and fierce.
“No?”
“No.”
“No?” he repeated, tickling her pudgy tummy, gaining a giggle in response.
Instead of fighting her on the point so early in the morning, he tugged her down, tucked her in for a comforting cuddle, and bestowed a kiss on her forehead. Neteyam was not ashamed to admit the tactic he used on Enyu when they were younger, seemed to work on his daughters as well.
Successfully distracted and through a yawn Asthlyee insisted, “Dolly, daddy.” She lifted the shabbily sewn doll for him to kiss as well, then laid her cheek against his and sucked on her thumb out of habit.
And when Elteyä unconsciously squirmed closer to him, Neteyam wrapped an arm around her and watched as his mate burped their Ray’lu, all of them quietly listening to Enyu’s quiet crooning.
Surrounded by his girls, Neteyam felt like the luckiest man alive.
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“Aye, bay, shee, eee, aye, heff, jeee!” Elteyä’s head bobbed to the beat of her song with every note she sang. Not knowing the rest of the letters, she hummed the tune cheerfully through another mouthful of her breakfast.
“Asthy, baby, don’t play with your food,” Enyu chided lightly as she broke up a few pieces of fruit in front of the toddler. She tried to coax another bite of the breakfast scramble from the fussy eater who’d been naughtily tossing pieces away.
“No.” Asthlyee shook her head stubbornly, reaching instead for her mother’s chest, wanting to nurse again.
“Nu-uh. Not till you eat a couple more bites. You’ve barely had any.”
The toddler turned whiny but the moment her father said her name firmly she grumpily obeyed, allowing her mother to feed her.
“What?” he chuckled, seeing his mate’s wrinkled nose.
“Nothing… It amazes me just how much you’ve got them wrapped around your finger,” she jested, smirking when her daughter opened up for a second mouthful without any prompting.
Neteyam shrugged. “Got you wrapped around my finger too,” he mumbled slyly, mirth and heat dancing in his eyes.
“Behave,” she grinned, shaking her head at the fact that she was blushing like a teen with a frivolous crush.
Her mate looked entirely too pleased with himself. He loved that he had such an effect on her, even after all these years.
With a sleeping Ray’lu nestled in the crook of his arm, he ate with his free hand. The peaceful, milk drunk infant was a sheer contradiction to last night where she’d screamed her lungs out for most of it, keeping her both parents up.
“Flower.” He jerked his chin towards his wife’s abandoned bowl, reminding her of the untouched meal, but she waved him off, making sure her daughter had her fill.
Her habit of forgetting to feed herself had somewhat gotten worse now that they had kids, since Enyu was forever fussing over everyone but herself.
“Aye, bee, shee, dee, eee, heff, jee…” Elteyä started over her rendition for the third time and Neteyam coached her through the rest of the English letters she’d only started learning recently.
“Mama?” Asthlyee’s head tilted sweetly. “Peas, Mama? Booby? Peas.”
“Pl-ease,” Enyu corrected, poking her daughter's nose playfully.
“Yes,” Asthy contested, nodding impatiently. “Pease.”
She bossily crawled into her mother’s lap, making her parents huff in matching smirks of amusement at the sight of her determinedly trying to push away the offending string of Enyu’s top that was blocking her way.
And only when she was settled did Enyu finally begin to eat.
Elteyä’s song suddenly stopped, all turning quiet for longer than normal during a typical family meal.
“What’s happening in that brain of yours, baby girl?” Neteyam asked, seeing his oldest lost in thought, one cheek puffy from the food she’d stopped chewing. He swiped his thumb down her chin and across the corners of her lips to remove the mess there.
“Daddy? What’s a- a chicklhen?”
Neteyam’s brow quirked in amusement. Not only at her question but at the sticky tiny handprint she accidentally left on his knee. “A chicken? It’s an animal. From Earth.”
“Oh… That’s where granpaw’s from right?”
“That’s right.”
Her adorable face crinkled in confusion as she pondered over her next thought. “Then, why did uncle Spider call uncle Lo’ one? He’s not a chicklhen!”
“Aha!” Enyu covered her mouth as her body shook with laughter, accidentally causing Ray’lu too stir in Neteyam’s arms from her outburst. “Sorry,” she mouthed when he hissed her name, adjusting the infant when she nosed at his skin.
Asthlyee had lifted her head to blink at them in curiosity, but finding nothing interesting, she returned to suckling away while a pudgy little fist played and kneaded the flesh of her mother’s other breast and nipple.
Oblivious to her parent’s reactions, Elteyä's nose wrinkled. “But, what does a chicklhen look like?”
“How about we take a visit to the labs later? I’m sure if you ask very nicely, someone there can show you a picture of a chicken,” Neteyam suggested.
“Okay!” she chirped excitedly. “Do you think it really looks like uncle Lo’?” she wondered out loud after drinking a big gulp of fresh plant milk.
“No, baby. I’m sure your uncle Spider was just teasing,” her mother assured.
“Ohh…” The four year old nodded sagely, as if it made sense. “Because of the new baby?”
“What new baby?” Enyu asked curiously, fingers carding through Asthy’s soft strands.
Elteyä shrugged and reached for another slice of melon fruit. “I don’t know, mama. He just said he was the chicklhen for not giving aunty Otty a baby yet.”
Neteyam and Enyu shared matching surprised glances.
Then, just as fast as the last word left her lips, Elteyä was spewing another question. “Can a chicklhen have a baby?” And before either of them could even answer- “Daddy when can I have the real baby?” she asked expectantly, Norii the doll, oddly crammed under her armpit. “Do I hafta get the boymate first?”
“What?! No!”
Their family tent rang silent for all of an entire minute at Neteyam’s no, followed by Ray’lu’s wail. He shifted the infant in his arms, bringing her up to his shoulder with a little bounce and gentle shush and apology for waking her up. Thankfully she settled quickly.
“Well why not?” Elteyä sassed, over the sounds of her sister’s quieting cries, looking thoroughly put out and very much like her mama whenever he said something that upset her.
Eywa help him.
“Because. You’re not allowed to grow up and leave me,” he said somewhat seriously. “You’re not allowed to court. No mate. No boys, Elteyä.”
Enyu rolled her eyes at this while Elteyä giggled as if he’d told her the world’s funniest joke. “You so silly, daddy. Of course I hafta grow up! Then I get the boyfriend like aunty Tuk and then-”
“What?!”
“Alright! Alright,” Enyu cut in. “‘Teyä, my sweet girl, let’s not give your daddy a heart attack so early in the morning. Why don’t you go play for a bit before it’s time to clean up and head over to your great- grandmother Mo’at, yes?”
“Oookay.” Elteyä rounded the table with an excited bounce. She leaned against Enyu’s side to peer at her sister. “Asthy, do you want to play too?”
The toddler nodded around her mothers nipple and when she quickly sat up, Enyu fixed her top back in place and watched them run off, hand in hand.
Neteyam too had stared after them, then, head snapping to his wife, he hissed incredulously, “Boyfriend?! Boyfriend.”
“‘Tey, relax. Don’t get yourself worked up. We’ve been over this before. You’ve got to let go of-”
“En’yuna. She’s four. Four and talking about having a- a boyfriend? No. No,” he shook his head, shrugging as though the entire thing was ridiculous. “Never. She’s not allowed. None of our girls are. Tuk’s never allowed to babysit again either. Elteyä looks up to her and if that’s what she- ”
He scoffed incredulously, “Boyfriend… tuh! Did you know about this? Does Tuk actually have a boyfriend? Or is this another on of her make up stories? What does she even know about that? She’s fourteen! What are my parents thinking? I’m telling you right now, baby, that won’t be the same for my girls. Nope. Not happening.”
Enyu huffed and clicked her tongue at him. Every time he behaved like this it highly amused her. She’d been subject to his overprotective and possessive tendencies for most- if not all of her life, and now it was the same for all three of their girls.
Crawling towards him, she slumped herself into his lap, thighs falling on either side of his hips. “You’re so dramatic, you know that?”
Ray’lu was contently snuggled against her daddy’s chest. Scrunched up in that newborn position Enyu loved, she looked extra tiny, especially being held by Neteyam.
Careful of their little one between them Enyu laced her fingers together behind his neck and caressed his skin with her thumbs. Before he could retort, she kissed him squarely on the mouth. “Dramatic,” she emphasized.
Breathing in her scent deeply, Neteyam rested his forehead against hers, willing himself to regain his composure with the help of her soothing.
“How are you so calm about all of this? Doesn’t it freak you out a little?”
“Well one of us has to stay sane whenever the other one’s losing it,” she teased. “And of course the thought of our girls growing up and eventually leaving us terrifies me, but ‘Tey, we don’t have to worry about that for a very very long time. You said it yourself, Elteyä’s four. Asthlyee is two going on sassy, sure… but this sweet one,” she nuzzled her baby’s cheek, “can’t even lift her own head yet… You’ve got nothing to freak out about right now.”
“Mmm,” he grunted in agreement, though he wasn’t entirely convinced. Tugging her hips closer to his with his free arm, he kissed her neck just because.
Wrapped up together, the pair basked in comfortable silence until Ray’lu began to fuss and the sounds of a squabble between their two other little ones broke out.
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What if: regular ol’ person has known for a while that some group of tiny people leave near them because they keep nabbing fruit from their garden and they don’t wanna be rude but they’re also sad that they don’t get much
This is such a cute idea, and I had the story planned out in my head all night! Thank you!
Get ready to meet Ryan and Zerina! Ryan is a human living on his own in his grandmother’s old cottage, having passed away recently her final wish was for him to continue to care for her garden and the garden sprites that came along with it. However, the fruits of his labor are being greedily stolen and Ryan is at his wits end!
TW: Some swearing, mentions death of a grandparent, mostly just shenanigans and cuteness!
Approx 3.4k words
Strawberries and Sprites
“Ugh! Are you serious right now!” Ryan growled.
Once again, he’d come out into his grandmother’s garden in the morning to collect some fruits to have with his breakfast. A routine of his that he planned on upholding, and seeing as his grandmother had multiple thriving fruit bushes and trees he was excited about not having to buy his fruits from the grocer anymore.
What he hadn’t accounted for when he moved in three months ago though was the sprites. Sprites were not common in the city apart from the occasional house sprite, but out here in the countryside almost everyone had them in their garden and his grandmothers garden was no exception. He’d caught sight of them a few times flitting about when they thought he wasn’t looking.
He didn’t mind that they were there, he knew they helped the garden grow and flourish and he didn’t even mind that they would take some of the fruits they had helped to grow. What he didn’t like was that they would take ALL of the fruits that would ripen overnight, leaving Ryan with nothing.
“Is that you young Ryan?” An elderly woman called over the fence, Mrs Wayson was his elderly neighbour and if he wasn’t careful, she’d often have him caught in a three-hour long chat where she would talk about her nuisance of a husband and her bratty grandchildren until Ryan was ready to tear his ears off.
“Yes Mrs Wayson.” Ryan sighed, dragging a hand over his long face dramatically.
He heard the sound of her step ladder being dragged over to their shared fence and then her face popped up over it. She had a round face with smile lines around her blue grey eyes and thin lips, her salt and pepper hair was always bound tightly in an elegant bun. She appeared harmless, though Ryan knew better by now.
“Good morning.” She said pleasantly to which Ryan gave her a little wave in polite greeting before turning his back and trying to make himself look busy.
He pushed some leaves around the blueberry bush and groaned, all of the blueberries that were pale yesterday were now gone, ripened overnight and promptly plucked by his greedy garden guests.
“Bastards! You couldn’t just leave one!” He groaned.
“Are you harassing the sprites again?” Mrs Wayson’s voice called from behind him, he uncurled his tall and awkward form to face her with an aghast look about his sharp face.
“I’m not harassing them Mrs Wayson; they are harassing ME!” He insisted, he checked the strawberry bush and found one ripe strawberry, that’s right ONE. He plopped it in his mouth, it wouldn’t be enough to have with his toast, but he’d be damned if he left it there for the little thieves to take.
“The sprites in my garden are quite polite.” She said self righteously, he gave her a flat look.
“With all due respect, your garden is a flower garden.”
Mrs Wayson bristled but remained standing there. “You could try leaving them an offering.” She suggested.
“An offering? What, to thank them for stealing all my fruit?” He shook his head, the last thing he wanted to do was encourage them further.
“No, it’s more of a peace offering, if you show them your appreciative of their help in your garden then they may be more willing to share, right now I’d gather that they think it is THEIR garden and they feel they have every right to it’s produce.” She explained somewhat impatiently.
Ryan agreed that it did make sense, but what would he even leave them that they would deem better than the juicy fruits they’d been snatching. He also had this feeling in his belly that it wouldn’t be that simple, there was a mischievous tension in the air, and he had a feeling they enjoyed watching him squirm.
“What would you suggest I offer them?” He asked in defeat.
That night he slept restlessly; it seemed silly to get so hung up on such a small thing as some stolen fruit when he could just buy them, but he also didn’t want to simply back down. He felt like he was in a battle of wits with the sprites, and he’d be damned if he let them win.
The next morning not even bothering to get changed out of his flannel pyjama bottoms he opened the screen door that led to the back garden and checked the strawberry bush. Under the bush he’d left a little dish with honey drizzled in it, per Mrs Wayson’s suggestion and a note that read.
‘Thanks for your help in the garden, please leave my fruit alone’
The honey was left untouched, the strawberry bush was bare and a positively miniscule scribble was left under his own words. He brought it up close to his hazel brown eyes to read what had been left in response.
‘don’t like honey, try again big guy’
Ryan scrunched up the paper, positively fuming, he knew something like this would happen, his patience gone, he was left with the only other thing he could think to try.
The strawberry bush was by far his favourite, and luckily was kept in a rectangle plastic garden bed, with some effort he was able to lift it. He placed it on a wooden bench inside his home, with towels under it on the bottom shelf to catch any water and dirt that may leak out from under it.
He ignored Mrs Wayson as she tsked at him and shook her head, he might not be able to preserve the whole garden but he would keep his strawberry bush for himself.
He left another note, in the now bare dirt rectangle that the strawberries had been in.
‘No strawberries for you’
He locked the door for good measure and went about his day, there were a few green strawberries that were bound to ripen overnight, and he dreamed of finally having enough to cut up and have with some pancakes or even mixed into his yoghurt in the morning. Tomorrow he was confident he would find that he had won the battle.
The next morning however he did not find that he’d won the battle instead he stared slack jawed at the strawberry bush, barren of all potentially ripened fruit and another little note left on his kitchen bench as though to mock him.
“How the fuck did you get into my house! That’s trespassing you know!” He shouted at no one in particular, and he could have sworn that he heard faint giggling in the room.
He stormed over to the note, reading it in frustration.
‘check and mate’
“Ooooooh you’re asking for it now! Also, how the fuck do you know anything about chess!” He groaned, promptly screwed up the sticky note and threw it in the bin. The little shit had been inside his house, stolen his strawberries and rummaged through his things to find and leave a sticky note for him. This was war.
A few more day’s went by and Ryan was going slowly more mad with each passing day, he’d tried putting a net over his strawberries only to find a large hole cut out of it the next day, then he tried spraying pesticides on them to deter the sprite only to find a wet wash cloth beside the damned plant. Tonight was different, he was going to catch the sprite in the act and put an end to all this nonsense once and for all.
He'd carefully laid a glue trap under the plant, covered it in dirt and leaves and left a strawberry beside it, hoping that the sprite would think it had simply fallen off the plant. He knew the sprite was smart, but he hoped that this night he may actually outsmart the bastard.
Ryan didn’t sleep that night, he lay awake with his ears peeled for any kind of noise that might suggest his plan had worked. It was well after 2am, his eyes drooping closed when he finally heard it.
“Shit!”
His eyes snapped open, he’d caught them.
As quietly as he could manage, he swivelled his long legs out of bed and tip toed as quietly as he could down the small hallway and peeked around the wall to see if he could catch a glimpse of the thief.
His eyes widened seeing the small sprite pull at her pale green legs, trying to get her feet out of the sticky glue trap. She wore a dress made of what looked like HIS strawberry leaves and had dark wavy emerald green hair that brushed her shoulders, her skin was a pale green which was common among garden sprites and on her back were long dragonfly like wings.
Seeing as she was going nowhere, he stepped out from around the corner, arms crossed over his chest as he raised an eyebrow at her. There was a small gasp when her eyes met his and then she vanished, stepping closer Ryan could see she was still stuck even though he couldn’t see her anymore, the glue and dirt on the trap was moving as though the invisible person were trying desperately to escape.
He knelt down beside the plant, staring directly at the glue trap and where he suspected she was before speaking.
“I may not be able to see you, but I know your there.”
There was a grumble of a response and then a sigh before she dropped her invisibility spell and appeared before his eyes once more. She looked pissed.
“If you think this is the end of this you’ve got another thing coming.” She snapped, tugging on her legs in frustration once more.
His lips tugged upward into a smile, and he suppressed the reflex to laugh outright at her.
“Kinda looks like I’ve got the upper hand here shorty.” He quipped, to which she rolled her eyes.
“So, what? Your plan was to catch me and then what? Watch your garden slowly die? You and I both know you don’t have a single green vein in your body.” Her violet eyes bore into him.
“You talk a big game for someone so small.” He shot back. “And no, my plan wasn’t to catch you, not really, I just wanted us to talk, face to face and hopefully come to some kind of agreement.” He explained carefully. It was true, he hadn’t planned on capturing her and keeping her, he only wanted to clear the air with her. Nothing else had been working, he’d tried.
“Fine, talk then.” She snapped, before promptly ignoring him and digging her hands into the glue in attempt to free her feet.
He sighed, hazel eyes searching the heavens for what to say, his final attempt in maybe having some peace in his house and maybe just maybe having some fruit with his breakfast.
“Look, I don’t mind that you’re here, I don’t even mind that you take some fruit, but can you at least leave some for me to have as well?” He spoke as gently as he could, hoping that if he reasoned enough with her that she might just listen.
She continued to ignore him, brushing her emerald hair behind a pointed ear.
“I’ll leave you alone I swear, I really am grateful for all that you do for the garden-“
“Pffft” She scoffed, he suppressed the growing agitation that was boiling his blood, reminding himself to stay calm, he knew she was looking to get a rise out of him.
“All I ask is that you leave some fruit instead of stripping them bare, surely you don’t eat that much.”
She turned her head to smile sweetly at him, batting her eyes. “No, I don’t need that much, but it is funny.” She giggled.
Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose, tired and slowly loosing his patience.
“Maybe we can make a deal?” He asked, opening his eyes again, pleading with her, this piqued her interest though because she then looked up at him curiously.
“A deal?” She asked.
“Yes, surely there is something I can give you, or do for you in exchange for leaving just like a handful of fruit in my garden for me?”
She tapped her chin thoughtfully her lips quirking up at the corners of her mouth.
“Well…there is something you could give me…” She trailed off.
“Okay, great!” He said enthusiasm renewed. “What is it?”
“You know those cookies that Paige really likes?” She asked, his mind instantly was brought back to the sugar cookies that his grandmother used to share with him. She seemed to always have a tin of them laying around and he did remember finding them in odd places when he came to visit, perhaps she wasn’t as forgetful as he had thought she was but was simply leaving them out for her small friend.
He stood then and opened the pantry door, he found an open packet of store bought sugar cookies, as an adult he wasn’t overly fond of them anymore but would occasionally have one with his tea. He plucked one out of the packet and brought it over to the strawberry thief, holding it up to her.
“You mean these cookies?” He asked, was it really going to be that simple, a cookie in exchange for peace.
Her purple eyes lit up and she was practically drooling, nodding her head in excitement.
“Paige used to leave a cookie for me every morning, she was so kind, I miss her greatly, when will she be back?” The little sprite asked innocently, Ryan’s face fell, so she didn’t know that his grandmother had passed away, how was he supposed to tell her?
“I can’t wait to tell her all about the fun I’ve had with you! She always said you were a stick in the mud.” She giggled, rambling on.
“Oh, actually um.” He began carefully. “She won’t be back, she uh, she died about four months ago now, she left the house to me.”
The little woman’s face creased with confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, she was very old and when you get very old you die, eventually.” He could see her face slowly drooping as she struggled to understand what he was trying to say. “She’s gone, and one day I’ll be gone too, all humans have to die eventually.” He tried to explain gently.
Her chest rose and fell quickly, he wondered how close she had been with his grandmother, and it broke his heart to have to be the one to give her the news.
He remembered how he had felt the day his mother called to tell him his grandma had passed away peacefully in her sleep; he’d been so grateful that she had drifted off peacefully but his heart stung with the memories they shared together and he missed her every day.
“But…She didn’t say goodbye, she wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.” She insisted frantically, it then dawned on him that perhaps Sprites didn’t know death, it was possible that they just continued to live on just like the garden did.
“She would have wanted to say goodbye, I’m sure of it.” He said sincerely. “I miss her too.” He added.
“Can you get me out of this sticky stuff please?” She said so quietly he almost didn’t hear her.
He stood again and collected some olive oil and a Q-Tip, without a word he gently dabbed the oil around her feet and then let her rub the oil around her feet herself before she successfully pulled herself out of the glue. And then just as though he’d imagined the whole thing, she disappeared, he could hear her sniffing and then even that faded away until he was left sitting there on his kitchen floor in complete silence.
The next morning, the strawberry bush was back in it’s rightful place outside and a small dish with two sugar cookies was carefully placed underneath with a note.
Ryan didn’t bother changing into his gardening gear, today he would simply sit in the garden, he would sip his tea with his own sugar cookie and remember his grandmother.
The sun peaked through the apple trees and gave the small cast iron garden table and chairs a warm dappled light and Ryan sighed contentedly. For the first time since he’d moved in he was just happy to look around at the garden, taking in the beauty around him.
He did also notice that none of the fruit had been touched this morning but neither had the sugar cookies or the note he’d left for his little guest. He hoped he hadn’t scared the little sprite away last night, or that she hadn’t just decided to leave now that she knew his grandmother wouldn’t be back.
Around mid-morning Ryan was ready to go inside, he’d fix himself another cup of tea and then visit his grandmother’s grave, perhaps talking to her about this whole thing would help.
“Ryan?”
He paused and turned to look down at the strawberry plant where the little voice had come from. The little green sprite stood there with his note under her arm, her wings folded delicately behind her back, and she brushed away a tear from her eye.
“I’m Zerina.” She said looking up at him as he sat down in the dirt before her. “Is she really gone?”
Ryan held back his own tears and took a deep breath before nodding gently, he then held out a palm flat on the ground in front of her, an offering.
“Would you like to come and visit her with me, Zerina?” His eyes searched hers and she slowly nodded, sniffling gently.
Instead of stepping onto his palm though, her insect like wings buzzed to life and she rose into the air, coming to a hover before his eyes, she hesitated for only a moment before she perched on his shoulder, crossing her legs as they dangled over the edge.
“Can you bring one of those cookies, I have no hope in carrying them.” She said simply.
He smiled, snapping out of the shock of having her willingly place herself so close to him. He then picked up both the sugar cookies he had left for her, placing them in his pocket. She clung to the collar of his shirt as he rose and then they were off, he pushed open the garden gate and began the short walk to his grandmother’s grave, a place he and Zerina both needed to be today.
They both walked in comfortable silence until they reached the cemetery, Paige Glennen was buried underneath an apple tree, resting peacefully beside her husband. Ryan knelt down and placed a bunch of wildflowers he’d collected along the way atop her grave. This prompted Zerina to fly off his shoulder and hover over the words scrawled on the stone plaque atop the grave.
“Can I have one of those cookies please?” She asked, her bare feet landing on the grass beside the plaque as she looked up at him, he handed her the cookie which was about half her size and wondered what she planned on doing with it.
She carefully rolled it along the ground approaching the flowers that Ryan had put down, she placed the cookie gently down beside the flowers. His heart broke and he let the tears fall then as he watched this little sprite share in his grief and love for his grandmother.
“Thank you, my friend, I will look after your garden.” She whispered before planting a little kiss to her lips and then pressing her fingers into the ground underneath her, her eyes fluttering closed.
Ryan wasn’t sure if things would get better, if his grief would become easier, but he knew he wouldn’t be facing it alone anymore, his grandmother had meant for he and Zerina to meet and for that he was grateful. Even if she had been terribly irritating. He had a feeling that things would be different now.
And maybe, just maybe, he’d get some strawberries on his pancakes.
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a halloween memory
#my art#happy halloween!!#drew this a long time ago for a project i never ended up finishing#found it yesterday and thought it was cute#i literally was so scared of the scream mask until i was like. 12.#ghar speaks#it is one of the few clear memories i have from my childhood. esp from the US.#i remember nothing abt it for the most part ://
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bunch of sketches I don't hate
#here's toya 'cause i surprisingly liked him and nene in close game offline#it is surprising because i kinda hated him all this time???? prejudice against everything surrounding akito was THAT big ig#i drew nene too but those sketches were very not good :(( she's very cute#and kanamafu again :))) im annoying i know#YOU KNOW WHAT i almost cried yesterday when i found out that mafuyu is 161cm!!!!! i thought that she's like 6 ft +#project sekai#pjsk#prsk#puroseka#mafuyu asahina#25 ji nightcord de#niigo#kanade yoisaki#toya aoyagi#tsukasa tenma#vbs#wxs tsukasa#wxs
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pls i need to provide updates
#basically yesterday night was chaharshanbe suri . which is a solar new yr tradition where we let go of the past suffering in our year#and like...start the new yr w fresh vigour . anyway so my friend was at the event and we were abt to leap over the fire#and she was like bro im im glad u blocked her (situationship) etc etc . and then. my phone started vibrating. and i look at it. and my f#friend looks at it. and its her. and were both like what the fuck?? i blocked her things r Over and anyway so i pick up the phone and shesl#acting like nothing happened (bc nothing DID happen for her) and she was like ohh ur doing chaharshanbe suri im not doing anything etc what#are ur new yr plans so i jusr .IDK WHY I DID THIS . but ig i didnt wanna come off as like lonely i said probably hanging out w family and#friends maybe reading poetry together . et cetera and she was like wait that sounds so fun why didnt u invite me!#LIKE WDYM YOUVE BEEN CONSISTENTLY MAKING IT CLEAR U DONT WANT TO BE IN MY PRESENCE . and i told her that after#everything i thought she didnt want to see me again and she was like you always think that 😐 . like. ?? ok anyway so she expects me to#invite her . and like. there is an above 0% but sub-5% chance she will actually show up . but the panic that gripped me#i started making calls to my friends asking them if they can come on the 23rd bc there must be an event and also i asked my mother#and she said actually yeah i am doing a thing on the 23rd :D it involves over 16 ppl (we live in a v small flat) of which like...7 are kids#so you wont have space to be in ur own room let alone invite others. which tbh like ...being around a bunch of loud kids doesnt seem fun fo#any of my friends or me etc so i thought maybe i should arrange things so that we all go out together and if she shows up she shows up 🤷♀️#but . im so. WHY DID I SAY THAT . i had to panic-call my research partner and ask him to get from oxf to where i live on the 23rd#and when he heard the explanation he like. the light in his voice disappeared 💀 but he potentially agreed so idk#THE ISSUE IS. 23rd im supposed to also have . a date#w this girl that i had a huge crush on when i was 15-16 (posted abt this b4 but id get shitty black coffee in the mornings just to spend a#few more minuted w her each day and she was the cleverest girl in school and she cared abt nothing but her academics but now shes very gay#scraggly homosexual etc etc shes cute) and YEAH IDK#like id have to go there on the date come back fast meet ppl POTENTIALLY (again under 5%) meet situationship girl#like is that even doable#but the thing is it would be so so so funny bc all of my friends dislike her sooo much#.........what if i invited the girl im supposed to have a date w over to hang out w us#god that would be so hilarious and chaotic . i wont do it tho im a mature person x#but it would be soooo funny#I HAVE AN ASSIGNMENT DUE TMRW 12:30PM IT IS 10:49PM RN I HAVENT STARTED IT bc i was rotting sadly in bed#popped a ritalin pill tho so here we go x#i have found myself in a state of such sheer agony and rage and sorrow and grief over this girl that atp i feel like#its just so entertaining . like i feel vaguely over it? ik nothing will come of it so its like just . have fun . vibe
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Merch and Manga haul from yesterday
#prince's talk tag#ok so the kaeya keychain and white rabbit!len were gifts from my friend i was with yesterday#the len was a from a blind box so they got lucky with that one#but the rest of it i bought yesterday#i saw wxs!miku and my friend was like 'You're getting her. you have to get her!' and so i did#niigo!miku wasnt available only wxs and vbs and this was the last one there#kino currently has these 10th anniversary pins in two styles and you can see both with the kanji and naoto pins#i like the style of kanji's more but they didnt have that style for naoto so I had to get the other one#next time i go ill see if they have the other style#the other three charms in the pic i got at a secondhand bookshop that also has anime merch#i dont do a3 but i do know some things bc of my mutual (LC if you see this hi hi! o/ )#but i thought the charm was cute and it was cheap so i bought it#the rin one was really nice im happy i found it#bc all these charms were mixed in the many rows of hooks they were hanging on. theres no order you just gotta dig for what you want#and lisa was one of my faves when i played bang dream so i got her too#ok now the manga!! im continuing my gekkan shoujo collection bc i will own this whole series its my favorite series ever im so serious#i had hirano and kagiura and twilight out of focus on my wishlist but they came out too close to xmas and my bday to get for it#and then i forgot they came out already until i saw them and decided to get them#i didn't know spy fam got a novel and since thats another series i wanna own everything of bc thats my second fav series ever#i bought it and im interested in seeing whats the story#bottom right im really enjoying that manga and theyre skinny so i can fit a bunch of them :D#bottom middle with the sticker on it my friend knew about it and recommended it and i wasnt gonna buy it#but kino were giving out stickers if you bought the first volume and i love bonus merch sooooo i got it#the two in the bottom left i got at the secondhand bookstore. theyre both yuri anthologies that ive read about in other yuri series#and i hadnt seen them at the other bookstores so i got them at the secondhand one#and bc i bought so much stuff i needed a bag and i saw that cute one of miku baking cookies with her friends faces on them so i got it#it was a fun day!! :D
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«It has two very well formed heads, each one with its corresponding noses, eyes, and ears; they're conjoined at the side, and held by one sole neck, underneath one can see one sole body in which everything is perfect and well shaped in spite of its smallness. [...] It lived for about a month, and used both its mouths to nurse.»
Two-headed calf at the Real Gabinete de Historia Natural in Madrid, 18th century
#found this yesterday while writing my silly little essay and thought it was cute#art history#two headed calf#own post
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I couldn't resist! Please take these Stardew Valley doodles 🌻🌻☕️
#I thought drawing harvey out would be enough but no i need more#sdv Harvey#stardew harvey#sdv farmer#stardew valley fanart#my art#ishizu art#so the scenarios are... with that first one its Harvey & Shine taking a short stroll through the path that connects the farm to tow#*town#below that: at the beach Harvey is try to get a sunscreen massage going#next to that is Shine in her wedding dress with a green headband (her wedding item is a glowstone ring Harvey mined & customized)#above that is the BABIES the girl was born first the boy was born second (in my game he was literally born yesterday but in the game itself#the baby was born in winter a couple days after Harvey's birthday that was so cute)#I found out you can put hats on them so the girl always has this cute bonnet on and when her brother gets older they'll do themes lol#and then above them: Harvey starts going to skull cavern with Shine bc she keeps ending up in the hospital#he's like ''Abigail's been talking to me after aerobics ever since I mentioned your cave exploration. She said all tanks need healers!''#and Shine thinks its cute and she's hyper vigilant when Harvey joins her because he scares and bruises easily#the ladies in town tell Harvey he's banned from every other aerobics session so he can go cave hopping with his cool wife#Harvey is the fastest runner in town so when things get to dangerous and Shine doesn't notice he picks her up & runs to the nearest exit#which Shine is very grateful for because she never quits while she's ahead so its nice to have someone watching her back#AND she doesn't have to pay his hospital fee just free healthcare from her husband like yoba intended#look at all these tags oh my gosh yo what Thee heck#and i still have more
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very unrequested take, but I think they are cute together.
also, when it's time for So Yoon's origin story, they cut to K's reaction - him biting his lip.
#how could it go?#angstly#like everything concerning K#but like#one of my first ever fic read on TDJ was a EVERYBODY LIVES au and K and SooHyun were a thing instead#so maybe?#i don't know#I was watching yesterday and I had thougts#cute thoughts#k deserved better#and that better maybe it's sunshine actor So Yoon#maybe he found her?#the devil judge#remma#ep 08#tdj rewatch
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i saw your post abt anthrocon and in the tags you mentioned you met pepper coyote and that’s cool as hell!! i’ve recently gotten into his music because it’s So Good
hell yeah!!! i was wondering if anyone would be familiar with him :D my brother's been a fan of his music like forever and has met and talked to him before (and has his old trombone), and i actually got to watch foxes and peppers perform at anthrocon in 2019 as well as this year. honestly i cant believe i didnt even mention it cuz that was definitely another highlight of the con for me!
#ask the loser#anonymous#furries#its funny the first time i saw foxes and peppers i thought fox amoore was just short#but it turns out hes like average height and pepper is just 6 and a half feet tall#but yeah to any followers who arent familiar pepper coyote's music is good! a lot of gay sex music which ofc i love#if you havent heard any No Cock Like Horse Cock is The classic pepper song#and he performed No Conventions This Year Pt. 2; July 2020 - January 2021 off his new album which i hadnt heard before but really liked#also!!! i was looking into him and his music a bit yesterday and i found out that he and his bf have matching fursuits#named salt and pepper coyote and theyre sO CUTE????? 🥺😭
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Satoru was confident that you liked him back. He was positive. He had no doubt in his mind that you were going to be his pretty little wife. Is he getting ahead of himself? Sure, he is, but he's that confident. That's until he noticed how he hadn't received any chocolate from you.
It was Valentine's Day, and he still hasn't received any chocolate from you. Yeah, he had a mountain worth of chocolate from all those people who gave him it, but where was yours? He couldn't find it anywhere. He was sure that you would have placed your chocolate on his desk since you hadn't given him his. He double no triple checked all the chocolates, yet he could not find the one that has your pretty little name written on it. He continued to search through the chocolate pile for the fourth time today.
He must have missed it, right? Or did someone steal it? He swear he's going to hunt that person to the end of the Earth. Who dared to steal something that was rightfully his?
"Satoru, calm down."
He looked up at his best friend, who was trying to hold down a laugh at his panic.
"She'll probably give it to you later. The day just begun."
Right. Suguru is right. You'll give him his chocolate later. He's a good boy. He can wait.
That's what he told himself, but Suguru and Shoko have already received theirs this morning, and his is still nowhere to be found. Where is his chocolate? You're just sitting there in your seat, looking all pretty as if Satoru is not going through a huge dilemma because of you.
He couldn't help his hands that kept inching itself closer to the chocolate you gave Suguru. He wouldn't know if he snatched it, right? Suguru had received a lot of chocolate! He wouldn't know if he took it... was what he convinced himself before Suguru slapped his hand away.
"Satoru," he sighs.
"But Suguru!!!" Satoru whined as he sunk down into his seat.
"Be patient. You'll get yours soon."
But how soon is soon? Satoru isn't exactly known for his patient.
It was the end of the day, and still no chocolate from you. He asked Suguru and Shoko to leave first because he thought you would finally give it to him when both of you were alone. But you haven't. Where was his chocolate?
The two of you were approaching the exit of school, so Satoru made a quick decision, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into an empty classroom. He quickly shut the door and locked it.
"Satoru?" You asked in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"My chocolate."
"Your chocolate?"
"My chocolate from you! The symbol of your love towards me!"
"I didn't make you any," you replied smoothly. "Forgot to make them yesterday, so I woke up early today to make them, but I guess not early enough. I only had time to finish Shoko's and Suguru's. I didn't have time to make yours. Otherwise, I would have been late."
Satoru swear the world just ended. He looked down at his chest because he swears his heart ripped out of his chest at your words. Nope. Still alive. Why is he still alive in this cruel world? You had no chocolate for him? None? Not even a crumb?
"That's fine with you, right? I mean, you got a bunch of chocolate from other girls! You don't need mine."
He swear he is about to burst into tears. He didn't care about other girls. He didn't care about their chocolate. He wanted yours. How could you be so cruel and deny him of your chocolate? To reject him like this? He was devastated. No. Beyond devastated. Where is the closest cliff so he can jump off?
Pure silence radiated the room as Satoru tried to comprehend this horrible situation. Then he heard a small giggle slip pass your lips. That small giggle soon turns into a full-out laugh.
"You should have seen the look on your face, Satoru," you say as you try to stop laughing.
Was this funny to you? Why were you laughing at his suffering? Do you know how much he looked forward to today? To receive the cute little wrapped up chocolate you made for him? He dreamed of today, and you didn't have chocolate for him?
He then sees you reach into your bag and pull out exactly what he had imagined. A cute little chocolate box wrapped up in a baby blue color with a touch of white ribbon to finish it off. Fuck. He thinks he just got a heart attack seeing your chocolate. His chocolate.
"Princess, please don't joke like that to me ever again. You scared me half to death. I was going to jump off a cliff," he whined as he took the chocolate from your hand.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his dramatic behavior. "Stop being dramatic, Satoru. It's just chocolate."
A look of offense dawned his face as you utter those horrendous words to him.
"Chocolate? Just chocolate?" He huffed at you. He can't believe you as you treat this amazing god send gift as just chocolate. "Don't you dare call this just chocolate! This! This right here is proof of your undying love towards me!"
You laughed at his antics– "You're getting ahead of yourself, Satoru."
He delicately placed the chocolate safety away in his bag, treating it as a prized possession. He's looking forward towards white day. He already knows what he wants to get for you. He pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face against your neck as he mutters– "You won't be saying that after I wife you up."
#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru drabble#satoru gojo drabble#satoru gojo imagine#jjk imagines#gojo satoru imagine#gojo satoru headcanons#jjk drabbles#jjk headcanons#satoru gojo x reader#jjk x you#jjk fluff#jjk#gojo x reader
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one thing i like about the woman, is that she is a chinese woman, but she doesn't remind me of mulan
#Of course she doesn't look like mulan! she looks like BB daniel!😤#Must have some dumbass or other that must find but has nothing to do with it💢#I don't know what americans (if is americans?💦) have that every asian fictional woman they see they compare to mulan#about s1fu#Woah i remember the day i saw the woman for the first time#It appeared a video of alan(alanzoka)playing it then i watched(even tho i said to myself in the demo that I wouldn't cuz the man triggers m#In the opening appeared the question of boy or girl and I was like “girl? I thought It was only the man?hmn...#I want to see the girl”#I wasn't expecting anything i not even imagined an appeareance i get out of the video and searched for “s1fu g4meplay girl”...#The first video that appeared the thumbnail already showed the woman in her adult form...#I got shocked/my jawdrop It she looked like bb daniel!? I remember me looking at it for quite a time#I was like “BB Daniel is that you?”#I found her so cute and cool(i falled in love very quickly😅🌸i even wrote in my 2022 sketchbook "I think I falling in love for this wom4n)#I remembering of yesterday me and marina bitching about mulan😂ha-ha it was so funny#s1fu w0man#Don't get me wrong I love mulan😂(our mom loves even more we even have a cat named mulan!)...#But has something about that ;you saved china scene; that kinda annoys me🤔
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15. The Jeweled Garden
#fairy tale of the day#this was cute#I thought about it yesterday#very much ultimately about memory and the magic found only in a particular place#volume 1
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I WANT TO KISS YOU / キスしたい
↳ GOJO さとる + fem!reader
you and Satoru falling in love despite a language barrier.
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Summary : you've come to visit Japan to meet these two boys you met online. Though Satoru can't speak English and you can't speak Japanese, the two of you still fall in love. Very cute. Very cheesy. Oh no... wait is there a tension between you and his best friend, too? Oh boy...
Warnings : romantic tension with Suguru / potential love triangle, cat scratch
Note : i think of this fic a lot and i found the continuation hiding out in my drafts sooo here 👍
🍒 More from Jay : Gojo works / Gojo fave works / JJK works
Satoru blinks awake to see your face. His heart beats harder.
結局昨日は夢ではなかったのか？
Yesterday was not a dream after all?
He's not an early bird at all, but from the first day of your visit he magically woke up early as if his soul was too excited to sleep when it knew you were right there, in the flesh. No screen. Just you.
When the first day starts, it feels like you've always been together. Was there ever a screen separating the two of you? And were you really going to disappear behind one again in just a month?
今のところ、彼女はここに留まるように感じています。彼女が訪問を終えて出発するとき、私は空港で赤ん坊のように泣くことになると思います。
For now, she feels like she's here to stay. I think I'm going to cry like a baby at the airport when she leaves after her visit.
Morning routines are carried out. The sky is cloudy at first, threatening rain, and by the time you three cluster into the kitchen to make breakfast together, it starts raining.
You and Satoru banter like two cats. Suguru's morning rasp is very strong.
"Satoru... uh... sugar?" you ask, preparing to make yourself a second one and automatically making Satoru another one, since he looks still very bleary-eyed even after spending an hour freshening up in the bathroom.
"...? Yes?" he tilts his head, then you raise the sugar cube jar. "Yes. Uh... four. Thank you."
Suguru's blushing because of the cute tension between you and his best friend. It fills the whole kitchen, which already felt full with their two bodies and a third one now. Everyone keeps bumping elbows and yet not complaining about it, in fact it's enjoyable to be squished together. Maybe because you three waited so long to be together in person, you don't mind it. There's a silent, ever-present comedy in the air about the tight proximity.
You hum happily, tossing in one, two, three... four? That's a lot of sugar. "Suguru, tell Satoru he mustn't have so much sugar all the time. It's not good for his health."
Suguru laughs. "I try to tell him that every day. But his sweet tooth is incurable."
"His dentist must hate him." you smirk at Satoru, who's been looking at you blushingly after hearing his name mentioned.
彼女の声が今では一番好きな音だと思います。
I think her voice is my favorite sound now.
もう一度私の名前を言ってください。
Please say my name again.
"Satoru? Coffee?" you interrupt his lovey-dovey thoughts and he suddenly reanimates himself, because for a moment there he zoned out and just stared at you with those pretty eyes.
"Mmm... thanks." he takes the coffee from you with a noticeable timidness that you can't quite explain. There's a lot about him that's indescribable, you're having a small internal crisis; aren't you supposed to be fluent in English? And yet you can't even begin to describe just how sweet and gentle Satoru behaves. The most you can do is use metaphors that barely justify him.
"Suguru, tell her... her voice is nice, and also sorry for cuddling you in my sleep (and that she can definitely kick me away at night if it bothers her.) Also!" (the three of you head into the living room, and Suguru habitually trips over the cat who stalks under his feet too quietly to notice) "Also tell her... if it rains today, does she still want to go out? Because if we go out in the rain, she might get sick. And I don't want her to get sick on her trip. Not that I'd mind taking care of you, Y/n, of course."
Suguru lets out a long sigh and pulls a funny face. You smile amusedly.
"...It's too early to be a translator..." he grumbles in English after Satoru overloads him.
"What? C'mon tell her everything I said!"
"Let me have my coffee first. How about the two of you write to each other?" he suggests, putting the rim of the cup to his lips and sipping languidly.
"Eh, fine." Satoru pouts, and stalks off into his bedroom to get his phone.
Then, when he's in his bedroom, his chest flutters for some reason when he sees your suitcase standing there opened and emptied into the free cupboard space. He takes his phone, smiles at the homely feeling of seeing your belongings in his room, and leaves.
"Oh..." he has a sudden idea, and remembers the magnetic drawing board that's hanging in the kitchen. He and Suguru usually use it for writing reminders to each other, like get milk or you're an idiot or sometimes it has doodles of Mint the cat with sunglasses on.
So he returns to you with this magnetic drawing board, and points at it meaningfully, then holds one finger up and bows his head as he begins writing very slowly.
Suguru's checking the weather forecast and muttering sour complaints under his breath to you. "Of course it would rain for three days just when you arrive... at least by the weekend it will be clear and sunny..."
"Mmm... it's alright. A little rain never hurt nobody." you respond.
"I like your optimism." Suguru compliments flippantly at first, but then continues; "It's really uplifting. I think Satoru said something about you being a joy once, he said it really poetically but I can't recall it now."
"Aw..." you dip your head beneath your coffee cup, hiding the bashful expression on your face, which Suguru chuckles at.
And then, for a long moment, you just stare and watch Satoru writing on the board. You're completely captured in this moment, completely captivated in his enveloping presence as he sits next to you. He has slow, meticulous wrist movements. His knees press together, like he's worried that he'll invade your personal space if he sits too comfortably close to you. Funny, considering he cuddled you all night and you had no complaints about it.
He's writing very simply and neatly, just like how he texts you. You're a bit baffled by the characters he's using, though he's trying his best to avoid using any kanji knowing that you don't know a lot of it. He's sure you can figure things out by slowly pronouncing each hiragana character, or at least he hopes.
"Here." he hands you the magnetic drawing board, and then raises from the couch to go feed the cat.
"Minto-Minto... " he calls after the cat and makes a small cute sound to lure her out.
You're trying to read each hiragana character, eyes squinting a bit.
Suguru leans in close to you. He just takes a look, but the proximity for some reason gives both of you butterflies.
"Ooh... that's cute." Suguru comments after reading what Satoru wrote. His voice reaches deep in your tummy.
"Hm... I'll spell it out and... figure it out... anyways, why did you name your cat Mint?"
"Oh... well. There's two reasons. So the first..." he sets down his coffee, like he's about to tell you a great story, "Is because Satoru watched this show called Tokyo Mew Mew growing up, and he liked the character Minto. So he calls her Minto. And then I agreed on calling her that, but I call her Mint, because I hate mint the herb."
"You — haha, wait what? You call her Mint because you hate mint?"
"Yes. I hate mint, both the herb and the cat. She hates me too, clearly." Suguru raises his hand to remind you of how the cat scratched him the night before.
"Such a cute Hello Kitty sticker..." you tease.
"Thank you. Only the manliest men wear Hello Kitty Bandaids."
"How did she scratch you anyways...?"
"Oh, she likes to hang out in the washing machine if Satoru accidentally leaves it open. And when I try take her out of her comfy spot, she scratches me."
You sympathize, "Poor thing."
"What, the cat or me?" Suguru laughs.
"The cat." you lie teasingly.
"Wow! And here I thought you were being sympathetic!" he raises his brows.
You giggle and look at him, eyes finally making contact — ooh no that's bad bad bad, better break it immediately. So the two of you look away like you've both just indulged in a taboo intimacy. His stomach flips.
"Minto has been fed. She gave me cuddles." Satoru comes back into the room, and you admire the feeling he brings with him.
"No scratches?" Suguru asks.
"No, obviously, she loves me more than you." Satoru cheeks.
"Fuck you, haha."
Satoru makes his voice lower and leans to Suguru, "(Did she figure out what I wrote yet?)"
"Y/n did you figure out what he wrote?" Suguru asks.
"I'm trying so hard. What does this part mean...?"
Suguru shakes his head and puts his hands up. "Like I said, I'm not Mr Translator in the mornings."
"But you've had your coffee! Please, just this part..." you beg, and he can't deny that sweet begging. He easily folds for it, just like when Satoru begs for anything.
"Okay, where — this? Uh... Satoru your handwriting isn't usually this neat, is it...? That part means... 'voice'."
"Oh... ohhh!" you suddenly realize, and then the boys swoon over you when you pronounce the characters out loud to yourself.
"Uh... I think I know what it means..." you feel your cheeks warm up from the crown to your jawline.
あなたのこえがすき。
a-na-ta-no-ko-e-ga-su-ki.
"I like your voice, too." you respond to Satoru, and he half-gets it and gives you a thumbs up.
"Thanks."
You look at each other and then promptly look away with shy smiles.
"You two are cute." Suguru comments.
"Ahah... ahah shut up... hey, the sky has cleared up." you point out.
"Ooh... it cleared up 'cuz Satoru walked back into the room."
You awe at what he said.
"?"
"Nothing."
"Hey, Translator — (stop talking about me behind my back!)"
Suguru chuckles, "I wasn't! I was just — never mind. Let's get ready to head out."
And so you head into Satoru's bedroom to get ready, and Suguru heads into his bedroom, and Satoru himself goes into the cramped bathroom. Poor boy. He's really too tall for that archway, he bumped his head again.
彼女に花を買ってあげるべきでしょうか？それともちょっと多すぎますか？
Should I buy her flowers? Or is it a bit too much?
（なんてことだ）、なぜこのシャツには穴が開いているのでしょう？
(Oh my god), why does this shirt have holes?
The door slides open, he steps out of the bathroom half-dressed, and intends to quickly slip into Suguru's bedroom to borrow a shirt instead of awkwardly knocking on his bedroom door and disturbing you.
But oh, you know what? The cheesiest possible thing happens instead. The universe likes making Satoru's life a little more fun in odd times. So the two of you encounter each other in the hallway; you're fully clothed and he's got just pants and socks on.
He stutters once, swallows awkwardly, and even more awkwardly places his hand on your head as if to say sorry for this inconvenience.
But you laugh in response to the funny situation.
ああ、またあの美しい笑い声。
Ah, that beautiful laugh again.
"Sorry." he mutters, and disappears to go get a shirt from Suguru.
"It's okay." you reply.
The image of your pretty smile is burned in his head.
You can hear him telling Suguru something in the other room, and then you hear Suguru's muffled laugh as a response.
"(Don't laugh! I'm embarrassed! She's seen me shirtless now! No one's seen me shirtless except you!)"
"(You're such a virgin.)"
"(Say that again, I dare you.)"
"(Sorry, I don't understand you. I don't speak virgin, only English and Japanese.)"
You're wondering why Satoru sounds so embarrassed and annoyed, and then he groans down the hallway. It feels like you're their roommate, it's funny.
"Hi."
"Hi."
The two of you encounter each other in the hall again. This time he has a shirt, yes. And this time Suguru is there, too, and he's holding back an amused smile. He fluffs Satoru's hair as a way of embarrassing him more.
So Satoru leaves, and he leaves in such a way that it's super comedic, making you and Suguru laugh. Ooh, what a laugh that boy has; his Addam's apple shifts up and down deliciously.
"Ah... Suguru? I need help with the washing machine..."
"Yes...?"
"...this kid on the plane who sat next to me, he spilled strawberry juice all over my shirt and now it's sticky."
"But at least it smells like strawberries, right?" he jokes. "You can put it in the washing machine, I'll be doing the laundry in a second anyways..." there is a small moment of eye contact shared, then Suguru looks down, and frowns at something he sees, "(SATORU YOU LEFT YOUR SOCK ON THE FLOOR AGAIN!)"
"(Haha, sorry.)" you hear Satoru half-heartedly apologize from the other room.
So Suguru picks up the sock like an annoyed mother and goes to lecture Satoru.
"(You're embarrassing me in front of our guest. For the love of god, don't leave your goofy ass socks on the floor. What if she slips on them?)"
"(You're such a mother, Suguru.)"
You're calmly and casually going to put your juice-stained shirt in the washing machine like Suguru said, but then...
(the boys are talking and there's just this hilariously dramatic scream from the laundry room)
"DID THE CAT SCRATCH YOU?"
"(Did the cat scratch her?)"
"Ow, y-yeah!" you whine.
Suguru's the first one at the crime scene, and he picks up the cat and proceeds to lecture the cat as if it understands Japanese. It licks its lips and nubby nose and has an evil stare. You giggle.
"I'm so sorry... come, uh — (Suguru, we still have Hello Kitty adhesives somewhere, right?)" Satoru instinctually holds your hand that got scratched.
And he holds it so tenderly and caringly that it makes your whole chest quake for him.
彼女の手の傷はとても小さなものですが、それでも私は心臓がチクチクするのを感じました。
Although the wound on her hand was very small, I still felt my heart tingle.
He leads you to his bedroom, picking up some adhesives and antiseptic on the way, and sits with you on the unmade beds. You watch his fingers nimbly peeling the plastic off the adhesive, admiring how swiftly and perfectly he does even the littlest things. He has such a great attention to detail, it makes you self-conscious; is he thinking of you with the same attention to detail as everything else? Yes... he is.
He dabs some antiseptic on your small scratch, and then gently wraps and pats the Hello Kitty adhesive around it. You're pretty sure he's the one who bought them. Oh, if only you could ask him, but where even is your phone? Lost in a void somewhere, probably.
"Thank you, Satoru."
His eyes light up. His heart thumps. Why did those small, simple words have such a great effect on him?
"Mhm." he hums in acknowledgement. "You're welcome."
あなたの傷がもっと良くなるようにキスしたいです。
I want to kiss your wounds to make them better.
A second after thinking this and looking at your hand, he brings it to his lips and presses a very delicate kiss to the edge of your wrist, where the small cut spanned up to the base of your palm. Can you even call it a kiss? It's more like his lips graze your skin, hovering timidly.
And for some reason... the atmosphere becomes very intimate. Is it because of the place where he kissed you? The inner wrist has never occurred to you to be an intimate spot, and yet you're feeling as if he just kissed you on the lips.
You hear him audibly swallow, like he's conscious of this, too. The both of you become very aware of the tension in the atmosphere.
And then he looks apologetic, as if he overstepped a boundary. So you mutter a small, whispery "thanks..." which lifts his heart up into his throat and reassures him that you don't mind the intimacy.
"Mmm..." he blinks at you, pursing his lips.
His eyes linger on your lips for a moment, and it feels like he's about to... well you know his body just wants to... he sort of...
"Hey, how's the wounded patient?" Suguru interrupts, and you and Satoru spring apart like you're elastic bands that just got released after being stretched.
"Ahah, I'm okay. It's not a bad scratch." you lift your hand, "I'll cherish this Hello Kitty Bandaid forever, thank you."
"Yeah, Satoru bought 'em so you can thank him."
"I knewww he bought them, haha! So expected... cutiepie." you admire Satoru, and he's pretty sure that the last thing you said is some cute nickname, so he smirks.
"Okay, well... anyways, let's head out before the sun rises too high and it gets too hot to walk."
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My personal headcanon is that the way Fae asks for their lover's hand in marriage is by weaving them a flower ring and proposing to them, they either cast a spell to not wilt or to change the flower ring regularly
So imagine the shock when you jokingly proposing to any of the diansomia boys with a flower ring
(This applies to qny of them, but i had silver in mind)
(Also just dumping my tjoughts here)
THIS IS SO CUTE I ☹☹
fuck ir this is so cutr im doing all of them
♡
• sebek zigvolt
both of you were walking in the garden, while he was talking about how great malleus is, you busied yourself with a flower ring
it was a bit simple to make, you wondered if your half fae boyfriend would like your little creation
while he was still talking, you went in front of him and presented him the ring, making him stop for a moment.
his reaction was priceless, just a blank stare with blown eyes once he realized what it was LMAOOO 😭
"HUMAN! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, PROPOSING TO ME WHILE WE ARE STILL SCHOOLING?!"
"sebek what."
turns out you didn't know a thing about fae stuff and all that, he calmed down and accepted the ring
.. silver saw him staring at the wall blankly with tears running down his eyes before looking out the window, revealing you messing around with ace
he was a bit sulky once he found out you didn't know a thing about fae culture and actually thought you were proposing 😭🙏
keeps the ring on, you can see his flustered face whenever he walks around and lilia is teasing him about it
♡
• silver vanrouge
as usual, silver was asleep in the garden. typical
while bored out of your mind, you decided to make a flower ring for your sleepy boyfriend so you can surprise it with him once he wakes up.
with your fingers delicately working on the flower and stickig it onto the ring, you felt silver wrapping his arms around you
his head resting on your shoulders as he asked what you were doing while he was still half asleep, his eyes widened a bit once seeing the object in your hands as you showed it to him.
"[name], are you sure you want to marry me? im not an ideal husband, but i can try to provide and such. if we were to have kids then-"
"silver wtf are you on about."
oh. yeah, you didn't know anything about fae customs.
he was taught about fae culture from lilia lolz, he embarrassingly hid his face from you as you put the ring on his gloved hand.
he wears it daily and often asks lilia to cast a spell on it whenever he sees it withering.
♡
• lilia vanrouge
while you were out somewhere, probably at sams shop, you saw a pretty looking flower ring.
thinking of lilia and how he would rather enjoy the small gift you bought for him, you purchased the said items alongside a few more.
walking back to the campus, you could only be fnaf jumpscared by lilia who popped up in front of you, upside down, like a bat.
recovering from your surprise, you quickly boop him on his nose, makig him laugh before standing up like an actual human being.
sitting down on the ground, you showed him everything you purchased. from antiques to books.
once you showed him the flower ring, his smile turned into a straight line as he stared at you.
it wouldn't be long until he smiled sadly, knowing you didn't know a thing that you just did.
"are you trying to propose? haha, in fae culture, we usually propose through flower rings."
"oh.. then, consider this as my promise to marry you!"
.. just like meleanor.
he could only laugh as he puts it on, did the shine in his eyes get larger?
he wears it wherever he goes, he hopes the day of your actual proposal is soon.
♡
• malleus draconia
you were staying in your dorm before you heard the knock, like, the knock. your boyfriend is here to take you out on a nightly stroll!!
grabbing your jacket, knowing it's a rather chilly night, you noticed the flower ring your made yesterday for him. bringing it with you, you opened the doors and saw him patiently waiting.
holding your hand in his, the moon shining its light down on the pavement the both of you stepped on, the both of you either talked or kept on walking in comfortable silence.
the next moment you brought on a new topic, you pulled out the ring, making him stop taking a few steps forward as he stood there in shock.
it wouldnt be long until fireflies decorated the area near you two, giving it a melodramatic scene as you stood there, utterly confused.
"i accept, man of child."
"malleus what do you mean 😦"
turns out you knew nothing, not even a shred of fae culture.
the fireflies would be gone and it would start raining LMAOOO
he thought you were serious, well, you were; about the whole ring thing, but he didn't think that,,,, ☹
very well then, he shall be content with the trinkets he has now.
having the ring on him, he gets all giddy now whenever he looks at it and never takes it off.
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pairing: paige bueckers x fem! reader
synopsis: paige is your sneaky link & you wear her jersey to surprise her after a game.
warning (s): smut → dom paige, slightly sub reader, power play, pussy eating, fingering, nipple sucking… etc MINORS DNI
word count: 1.5k
author note: not edited, wrote late at night, and rushed ending kinda.
Paige Bueckers was NOT your girlfriend. Neither of you even had the bandwidth to focus on romance — her, with an intense basketball career occurring outside of her dynamic with you, and you, an essential slave to your university studies.
That's what made it feel like fate when you guys first met at the Uni New Years Party. Genuinely, you both believed so, and had told one and other that before fervently making out in the washroom that exact night. Granted, you were both insanely drunk, but Paige could recount the story like it was yesterday that she saw you, single, hot, and dancing unbotheredly, though it'd been three months already."Gosh, you were just sooo cute. I was asking KK & all em', 'Who is she? How is she single?' And then they're like 'Oh, she's focused and questioning, not the romantic type,' and I was thinking, 'She's perfect.'"
Despite knowing that Paige and you are not dating, and that she really appreciates your understanding of casual, which is why she's consistently fucking just you, you can't help but feel butterflies when she describes your existence as perfect.
As an athlete, a great one at that, nothing was ever perfect to Paige. Except for you. And shit, whenever you recalled her slew of admirers at your school, on the net, and among her fans, the fact she deemed none of them were worthy of her undivided attention like she had with just you made you spiral.
You loved being her only girl. You loved being the epitome of perfection to Paige Bueckers, UConn's star. Her game tonight, televised, had ran late, and you thought she'd be too exhausted to come over and play, however, after winning, she was fired up and soon sent you a picture of her in an Uber, telling you she was on her way.
Most nights, sometimes early mornings, it was the same routine. She would come over, you would buzz her into the building, let her into your apartment, and she'd shower before fucking you into oblivion whichever way she pleased. It was always fun, varying some nights. This night though, to celebrate UConn's first win of the season, you surprised her by wearing her jersey. 'Bueckers' read the back, '#5'. When you opened the door, Paige was wearing a white shirt, grey sweats, and glasses, her hair in a half-neat, half-disheveled bun. She looked so hot.
You could feel yourself getting wet at the mere sight of her. She was on her phone due to the wait for you to open the door, and she hadn't yet looked up from the gadget as she chided playfully, "Let's start opening this door faster, ma. I waited long enough to get to you all-da—" She stopped; blue eyes fixed upon your body and her jersey and your body in her jersey. You giggled teasingly. "You like it, P?" you asked, guiding her much taller stature into your apartment by the wrist with considerable ease. Paige, who usually held control, was left dumbfounded at the sight of you. "My gosh, baby," she murmured softly, the wrist you'd just been previously holding pulling you closer into her body as the other hand rubbed down your smaller frame, smoothing circles into your lower back until she gripped a handful of your bare ass, making you moan. "Paige!" you whimpered, cheek against cheek, breathlessly. "C'mon, P, play nice with me." you purred sensually. She licked her lips, pleading, "C'mere," her voice low and laced with desperation. You wouldn't listen, though, reveling in your effect on her and how she was breaking, wanting to be in control for once. You buried your face in the curve of her neck, tracing tender kisses along her most sensitive spot, coaxing out heavy, breathless sighs from the taller blonde. Your hands found her hair as you sucked a spot onto her neck, intertwining into it and unraveling her updo as you worked on her, leaving it in disarray.
"Y/N," she exhaled shakily, "Baby, quit that, or I'm not playing nice with you tonight." she warned, tone determined to repossess her dominance. Paige never really called you 'babe,' or 'baby,' — nothing sweet like that. Typically, her nasty mouth — the one that satisfied you and degraded you all at once — was calling you a dirty slut or whore, and when it got intense, she'd make you call your ownself things. She was immensely losing it talking sweetly, and this was a stark reminder.
"Do you want me stop, Paige?" you murmured, pausing briefly only to speak before delving into her neck again, licking a hot stripe up her new purple hickey before nibbling on her ivory skin. Paige suppresses a groan, reducing it to a tiny indelible noise.
"I do," she responds positively, her hands on your waist, smoothing down your ribcage before gently lifting your jersey up until her hands were underneath it. "I don't know if I wanna keep this on you or take it off," she husked conflictedly, kneading your tits.
"You're so fuckin' pretty, angel, you'd look so good both ways." Paige surprised you when her hands fell low again, lifting you up and forcing you to cling to her body as she carried you toward your bedroom. The entire way there, your lips had been pressed against each other's, and though it was risky, you trusted Paige's coordination as an athlete. Before no time, you had made it safely into your bedroom, and she gently placed you down on the mattress before stripping off her white tee.
After discarding of it somewhere amongst the dimly lit room, she slides her body between your legs, pressing her pink lips against yours and her strong knee into your bare bottom half, the friction causing you to whimper into the kiss. Moments later, she pulls away from the kiss briefly and gazes down between you both, inspecting the now dark grey sweatpants for any signs of damage, her mouth slightly agape as she marvels at the sight of your slick that's coated her pants. "You're such a slut," she says in a sultry chuckle, "I can't believe you're this wet for me and I've barely even touched you yet," she breathes out in disbelief.
"I'm your slut, Paige. Touch me," you beg. She slips her fingers inside you, torn between focusing on the way your face contorts in pleasure as she scissors you open or on how effortlessly you accommodate her lengthy digits. She decides on both, using her free hand to push the jersey up before latching onto your nipple and sucking gently, as if she's unsure about how you might respond to the intense pleasure you're experiencing.
She watches you attentively, so beautiful and immersed in pure pleasure, your mouth parted with little gasps falling from your gorgeous lips as Paige presses against the sensitive pad inside your pussy that aligns with your clit on the outside. She ceases sucking. "I want to watch you play with it," she states. You're dazed, out of breath with your head cloudy, and you manage to murmur, "W-what?"
Paige doesn't say anything. She resumes her attention, this time on your left nipple, nibbling gently, and she guides your hand down to your clit with her free hand, assisting you in beginning the circular motions upon it. The stimulation of each pleasure zone on your body has you arching your back, whining out Paige's name in a mantra. "Fuck, P, mmph," you gasp, body on fire, "Please don't stop, mommy, I'm so fucking close." you plead, voice trembling with need. You swear you could hear your heartbeat momentarily, the intensity building to an unbearable crescendo as you teetered on the edge of release. But Paige did say she wouldn't play nice, and she smirks up at you deviously. “Tell P how good she makes you feel,” she commands, her pace slowing to an agonizing speed as she relished in the power dynamic at play. You knew the game she wanted to play; still tinged with the frustration from your earlier encounter where you had taken control.
Too horny to care, you proclaimed, "You make me feel so good, Paige,” voice filled with longing. “I love your fingers so much, yes,” moaning as she gently accelerated, indulging your desires just as you indulged hers: submission, each of you surrendering to the other’s needs, finding pleasure in the delicate balance of power and desire. "Good girl," she praises against your chest. "You're a good fucking slut, right?"
You nodded, "Yours." closing your eyes, unable to keep looking into hers. She looked too good. Paige was fortunate that you were rendered immobile by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. If you could move, you'd pounce on her with an aggressive kiss. Her hair cascades around her shoulders, her glasses still perched on her nose, and that cute appreciative smile she gives you as she nastily, relentlessly fucks her fingers into you sends butterflies swirling in your stomach.
It'd been three months being with Paige and the fact that the golden star of UConn is here, with you, not even an hour after basking in the spotlight of victory, is surreal. She generally was. It was surreal to gaze upon such a stunning girl as you reached the peak of bliss, cries of pleasure mingling with the realization that you were climaxing, hard and long. And through it all, she maintained eye contact, talking you through it, her gaze unwavering. "Cum on my fingers, baby, I want to taste you. I want to see you do it. C'mon," she coaxes, her voice dripping with desire as she urges you on.
You were drowning in her. And soon enough, she was drowning in you, having creamed all over her fingers. Paige pumps thrice more before bringing her fingers to her mouth, her tongue swirling around them as she savored your taste, gaze locking with yours in a dirty exchange of desire. "Tastes as sweet as you are," she remarks, chuckling softly before offering her fingers to you to clean off the rest. "Say ahh," she commands, and you eagerly comply, seeing the benefits of giving into Paige, sticking out your tongue out to allow her to place her fingers into your mouth. "I want them spotless," she demands, her tone filled with authority as you bob your head, licking the remainder of cum off her fingers. "Suck on them," she says, her eyes smoldering with desire as she watches you suscept, eager to fulfill her wishes.
When she's satisfied, she kisses you deeply, her lips igniting a fire within you as you revel in her taste. As she stands up, removing her bottoms, you can't help but admire the sight before yourself. Paige, the girl you were with, had the most exquisite pussy you'd ever seen. You were grateful to be the only girl allowed to experience it, but it truly was a treasure. The harmony and balance of each feature always left you in awe, and you excitedly anticipate the pleasure of eating her out, knowing that it's a demonstration of your complete submission to her. You don't wait. The instant her sweats come off, you yank her by her bra, pulling her onto the bed. There's no time for her to assert dominance as you take control, dropping to your knees below the bed and holding her knees in each hand like they were stirrups.
Her underwear still on, you tease her, licking a stripe against her clothed cunt, tongue flexing at her clit and dampening the spot. "Love this pussy," you groan, voice filled with desire as you used a finger to play against her folds, eliciting a frustrated moan from her. "Stop, Y/N," she pleads, voice scorned with true confliction, torn between the desire to surrender to pleasure and the need to regain control.
"Just wanna hear it once, P," you smirk up at her. "Say please, Number Five." She bites her lip, throwing her head back, causing her glasses to fall off, her bare eyes now locking with yours. It's difficult to maintain your composure under her intense gaze, but you manage, licking another small stripe against her underwear, causing her to jolt. "A-ah, fuck," she moans, trying to close her legs, but you hold them open. "I just wanna make you feel good, Paige, and I can tell you wanna feel good too. Say it."
She exhales, her voice pleading, "Please, Y/N," as she pulls her underwear aside, revealing her glistening pink folds. Your mouth waters. "Can you eat my pussy?" she asks, so politely you wanna kiss her, but you wanna eat her more. She holds her underwear to the side, and you accept the invitation, tongue exploring her wetness with fervor. Her hands flies to your head, something to anchor herself onto as she squirms away from your powerful tongue. You coast her back, however, and suction her clit into her your mouth, moaning into her pussy. Paige isn't a loud girl, but she's having trouble restricting her moans. The scent of her arousal fills the air, driving you wild with desire as you delve deeper, savoring the taste of her essence. As you continue to lavish your attention on her, the intensity of her pleasure builds, her grip on the sheets tightening and knuckles turning white as she writhes beneath you. You feel her body quivering with each flick of your tongue, moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. You spit down onto her, making it sloppy, merely adding as a plus to the rawness of the carnal energy between you two. Her wetness coats your lips and chin, the sound of your movements mingling with her cries of ecstasy. And as you bring her to the brink of release, a tear runs down Paige's face, a testament to the overwhelming intensity of her pleasure. But you don't let up, determined to bring her to the peak of pleasure and beyond. With each lick and suck, you push her closer to the edge, until finally, she shatters beneath me, her body convulsing in waves of bliss as she succumbs to the ecstasy of her climax. The night was far from done. Your jersey was still on, and you still wanted to play.
guys i wrote this because there’s lit no Paige smut on here pls pull thru
Send me req btw!! I’m def considering writing again
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