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kqulitz · 11 months

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Hiiii, how are you? I have this on my mind for such a long time. I dont know how to explain this but im gonna try my best! So like Tom had really hard day and take it out on reader, like really rough sex, and hes gonna call her like someone really mean stuff, but reader after while get really overwhelmed and overstimulated and say her safeword. It will end with fluff.

You dont have to write it if you feeling uncomfortable with it ofc! I hope you've a good day!<3

safeword

tom kaulitz x reader

summary: you get a bit too overwhelmed

tags: smut warning!!, rough sex, overstimulation, degrading, dom! tom, dacryphilia, cunnilingus (fem receiving), use of safewords, slapping/spanking, squirting, use of the word cvnt, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!), reader is on birth control though :), spitting in someone’s mouth, tom having a breeding kink bc i said so, use of the words wh0re, fvck toy and slvt :), aftercare, crying, some angst, fluff!! :)

lowercase intended :)

smut under cut- both tom and reader are 18+!! minors dni!!

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you gasp, hands tugging his hair as your back arches. tom’s lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly as his fingers draw another orgasm from you. your thighs shake around his head as you whimper, tears staining your cheeks. “tom- please- it’s too much..!” you moan, glad that the two of you were completely alone so the rest of the band couldn’t hear you. “just a few more, baby.” tom mumbles, completely drunk off your pussy as he once again refuses to move away. his tongue moves down your slit, pushing into your hole to lap up any juices, they stain down his chin as he hums against your cunt. “tommy, please..!” you squeeze your thighs around his head. shuddering as you cum on his tongue.

tom chuckles, prying your thighs open so he had more room to pleasure you. his tongue moves up again to flick against your swollen clit, fingers slick with your cum as he thrusts them into you again. “t-tom, s’too much-!” you wail, squeezing around his fingers tightly. “you can take more than this baby. i haven’t gotten to fuck you yet.” he purrs, hand moving to pin your hips to the bed as you thrust them against his face. “don’t be a brat…” he mumbles to you, kissing along your pussy just to feel you twitch and flutter. “please, just fuck me already.” you whine, eyes looking down at him. he hums, moving up your body to kiss your lips.

the taste of you almost makes you cringe, yet tom adored it, he loved eating you out. “since you asked so nicely.” he smiles at you, lips latching onto your neck to suckle a dark hickey onto your skin. his cock presses against your cunt, it’s hot and sticky due to the pre cum that had gathered as he ate your cunt. “tom, please.” you beg, voice hoarse. he hums, wetting his cock using your cum. “you’re so pretty when you’re underneath me.” he tells you, pushing his cock in rather roughly. you gasp at the feeling of being stretched fully, immediately clenching down on his cock. tom groans, thrusting into you no matter how hard you squeezed him. “tom-! tom!” you moan, unable to find any other words as your nails dig into the soft skin of his back. tom winces slightly as you leave deep red marks behind on his back, sucking in a breath through his teeth as his hands push your thighs open to give himself more room.

his tip hammers against that sweet spot that had you sobbing, your cum gushing against him as you writhe a little. “stay still.” tom grumbles, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder to hit even deeper. you whimper out a soft apology, yet it’s cut off as you moan loudly. tom adores it, his lustful eyes drinking in how your tears rolled down your cheeks. your hips buck against his, legs trembling as you whimper and whine. “such a needy whore.” he purrs, thumb moving down to your clit. you gasp as he rubs harsh circles over your sensitive bud, cumming even harder as he fucks you senseless. “baby-“ you choke out. tom drops your leg down so you could hook them around his hips, drawing him in even further. “you’re such a whore for me, aren’t you? my pretty little slut.”

you whine at his harsh words, back arching. “tom-“ you whine, yet he cuts you off with a harsh slap. “sluts don’t speak.” he scolds, hand moving down to grab your ass. you whimper softly, body rocking with each hard thrust. you can’t help the loud moans that fall from your lips as you cum again, and again- all whilst tom held out. “god, you’re so fucking needy for me.” tom grunts, his own orgasm close. “tom-“ he spanks your ass hard, leaving a red mark behind. “shut up.” he glares at you, you whimper softly. “s-sorry..!” you gasp, back arching. tom groans softly. “shit… you’re such a little slut- taking me so well. fuck-“ he pants softly, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. “tommy-!”

“how many times do i have to tell you to shut up? good sluts don’t talk, do they?” he grabs your jaw, leaning down. you open your mouth, letting him spit onto your tongue. “swallow.” he demands, closing your mouth for you. you do so, making sure he can see your throat move as you swallow his spit. “so you can follow orders. why’re you trying to be such a brat for me?” he coos, watching you sob at the overstimulation. “aw, my baby is just so pathetic, isn’t she?” tom laughs, it’s cold and cruel. you didn’t particularly like when he got this mean, yet you were too busy having your brains fucked out to fully compute what he was saying. “tom, i need you..” you request meekly, hands grabbing at his shoulders. “i know you do. fuck- you’re so lucky.” he grunts, cock twitching as he grows even closer. “so so lucky. my pretty little whore.”

tom moans as he cums, filling you up, yet he doesn’t stop thrusting into you as if it were his only purpose. you moan, back arching as your noises crumble into pleasured sobs. “fuck… my pretty little fuck toy- you’re so hot like this.” tom groans, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he kisses you. you kiss back weakly, thighs squeezing his hips. “you don’t realise how lucky you are, do you?” he smiles innocently, finally pulling out from you. before you can even begin to come down from your high, his fingers are pushing his cum back in, thrusting faster than before. you wail, back arching as you try to move your hands down to grab his wrist. tom snatches your hand, pushing them both above your head as he continues to pleasure you.

“so many girls want this, i could go out and find another so easily. you’re so lucky.” he coos, you snap, breaking down into sobs. “red..! red!” you whimper, tom’s eyes widen a little as he pulls his fingers from your sopping cunt. “shit- i’m sorry baby. i didn’t mean to-“ he cuts himself off as you move away slightly, sniffling and whimpering as you curl up a little. “i don’t mean that, baby. i’m sorry.” he whispers, moving over to try and comfort you. “just- stop for a moment, please.” your voice wavers. tom feels terrible; he knows how insecure you got, knows how you felt in the beginning of your relationship. “i didn’t mean it.” he tells you softly, hoping you’d at least look at him.

tom ponders for a moment before getting up off the bed, he’s angry- but not at you; at himself for being so stupid as to say that to you. he looks around, gathering his clothes and pulling them on. your soft cries break his heart, he hates being the reason that you’re upset. tom glances at you before leaving the room, you hear him jogging away. you sniffle, curling up tighter as you sob. your brain is filled with all sorts of possibilities, some completely unrealistic, yet you’re too upset to decipher many of them. assuming tom had left, you bury your face into his pillow, sobbing harder.

you don’t know how long you had been crying, your head hurts, your nose is stuffy. the door slowly clicks open. tom pants, gathering himself as he steps inside. “baby.” he coos, moving over to the bed. “have you not moved?” he frowns, crouching beside you. you whimper softly, finally looking at him. “oh my sweet girl… don’t cry.” he sighs, kissing your forehead gently. you want to push him away, yet you can’t. “why did you leave me?” you hiccup, tears still falling. “i went out and got you some of your favourite snacks.” tom explains, he puts a bag down on the floor beside the bed. you hum a little, letting tom scoop you up from his bed. “c’mon, you need to get cleaned up.” he mumbles, bringing you into the bathroom that was adjoined to his bedroom.

you sniffle as tom sits you down on the counter, watching him grab a towel and dampen it. with tender care, he carefully cleans you up, being careful as to not press too hard. you’re silent, excusing the occasional sniffles and your breath hitching. tom feels terrible. “i’m so sorry, baby…” he sighs, kissing your lips gently. “i love you, i’d never ever cheat on you. i don’t know what i was thinking…” tom’s eyes are full of regret as he wipes your cheeks for you. you hum, hugging him tightly. “it’s okay…” you sigh, voice hoarse. “no, baby- it’s not. i’m really sorry.” tom hugs you back, a wave of relief washing over him. “i suppose there is a way you can make it up to me.” you smile a little, pulling away. “anything, baby. i’ll do anything.” he replies rather desperately.

“i get to wear anything in your closet, cuddles, snacks- and watch a movie with me- i get to pick!” you list off, tom smiles widely. “of course baby.” he chuckles, lifting you from the counter. you giggle softly, hugging his neck to keep yourself balanced. tom let’s you down, watching you move to his closet. smiling to yourself, you pick out your favourite hoodie; which coincidentally was also one of tom’s. he rolls his eyes playfully, yet deep down he didn’t mind. snatching a pair of his boxers, you slip into his clothes before getting into bed. tom gets in beside you, handing you the remote. “thank you..!” you chirp, seemingly brightened. “no problem, baby.” he mumbles. leaning over, he picks up the bag he had left on the floor, putting it down between the two of you. turning on the tv, you rummage through the cd’s tom owned. you hum slightly, finally picking ghostbusters. “ghostbusters?” tom raises his brows. “i get to pick..!” you remind him, getting up to put it into the cd player. tom hums, bringing the snacks out of the bag. “of course, of course.” he smiles, stealing a quick kiss.

you set the snacks aside, cuddling into tom’s chest. he exhales slowly through his nose. “i’m sorry again, baby. i love you.” he mutters, kissing your head. “i know.” you reply innocently. tom’s stomach sinks. you let your words marinate for a second before looking up at him. “i’m just messing with you. i love you too.” you smile, kissing his lips. “you little minx.” he chuckles, kissing you again. “the movies starting.” he tells you; you hum gently. he can’t keep his eyes on the screen, too busy looking at you. you’re curled up beside him, head resting on his chest as you watch the movie. tom’s hands gently rub your back, watching you melt into him even further. “watch the movie..!” you scold gently, hand softly hitting his side. “sorry.” he smiles, turning back to the tv. you smile, letting your legs tangle between his, arms squeezing his torso tightly as you listen to his heart beat methodically.

the movie carries on, and around the 30 minute mark tom glances back down at you. you’d dozed off, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape as you breathe slowly. tom smiles, pausing the movie and moving the snacks from the bed and onto the bedside table. “i love you, baby.” he tells you, craning his neck and kissing your forehead gently. you hum sleepily, clinging to tom even tighter as you slept. he sighs, wondering how he got so lucky to be with you.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #// 🦇 kqulitz’s writing #no offense intended!!!

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aothotties · 6 months

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How they help you get over someone

Word count: 1016

Warnings: Levi is in his 30s, car sex, mating press, pet names (mama), squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.

“But i just feel so dumb, im literally so stupid” you huffed to your gym buddy, Levi as you spotted him.

He finished his set then sat up and turned towards you

“Y/N, you're so young. You're going to make mistakes plus you're a girl. No ones mad at you for believing what he said to you and having sex with him” he said plainly

You always vented to Levi when you were upset and he always found a way to give you great advice and help you through everything. Him being older made it easier to trust him because you felt like he was grown grown and had it all together

“I'm mad at myself. I feel like I'm too old to still fall for the same bullshit I fell for in highschool. Were you like me at my age?” you stated as tears threatened to spill from your eyes

“ I was worse” , he responded, “don't feel bad about it. Its a normal thing for you to be upset that he fucked you then never spoke to you again, youre not the problem. Any woman, no matter what age, would be upset about that. I mean there's some succubuses out there that just smash everyone and don't feel a thing, but most women aren't like that”

You couldn't lie, levi always reassured you and made you feel better about making regular human choices and never allowed you to beat yourself up for making mistakes

You both finished your workout and left the gym. He walked out next to you and made sure you were safe in the parking lot because it was late at night. You stopped at the car and he pulled you into a hug

“You'll be alright, mama. Don't be so hard on yourself” he said and you buried your face in his chest and began to cry

Even though his words made you feel better you were still sad. He rubbed your back and let you get it all out and refused to let go until you finished crying

You pulled away and wiped your tears on your shirt

“Thank you, i really appreciate you, Levi” you said to him once you composed yourself

“Dont worry about it, i'm always here if you need me” he responded.

You stared up at him completely enamored. You had the strongest feelings for him and had them for a while. You tried sleeping with that other guy thinking it would help you get over him but it clearly didn't work. You just ended up sad and crying in his arms which strengthened your feelings. You were convinced Levi didn't feel the same and you were too sacred to say anything in fear that it would ruin the friendship you have

“Aye aren't you glad you asked me to be your gym partner”, he said trying to change the subject

“yeah , i guess” you laughed as you responded

“You guess? You know you wanted to be like me, that's why you approached me and asked for my help” he nudged you a little bit as he teased

“That definitely not the reason i approached you but yeah let's go with that” you told on yourself before you even had the chance to realize it

He looked down at you and smirked as he nodded, “ yeah i know”

He confirmed in that moment that he knew exactly how you felt about him and apparently he felt the same because he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you towards his car

Levi drove a nice white tesla and you had been dying to see the inside

He had you in the back seat folded completely in half as he pressed his weight onto you

His dick was reaching so far inside you that your mind went blank. All you could do was moan his name while he fucked you at a steady pace.

Sweat rolled down his abs as he was sliding in and out of your dripping wet pussy. He was mesmerized by the way you were sucking him in. He was also taken aback at how good your body looked folded under him.

Sometimes at the gym he would make slick comments about your ass but you never realized it was his way of telling you he felt the same.

“Fuck Levi, r-right there. Im gonna cum baby” you whined as you grabbed his biceps

His pace didn't change and he continued to fuck you all the way to your peak

“Mmhmm mama, cum for me” he said as he watched your face contort in pleasure

Your high flooded over you and you came hard all over his thick cock. You felt bad that you squirted on his perfectly clean seats but he couldn't care less. He wanted to see you cum for him over and over again and didn't care about what happened to his car.

He never let up and kept going until you came for him multiple times. Each time you came a mantra of praises left his lips.

His pace became more erratic as he came close to his climax. You could feel his dick throbbing inside you as he was about to cum

“ gonna cum inside you mama, f-fill you up real good” he stated between deep grunts

He slammed into you hard one last time then you felt as his hot thick cum spilled inside you. He slid out and watched as it pooled out of you but he quickly pushed it back in with his fingers.

You both threw your clothes on and you stepped out of his car and wobbled as you tried to stand up straight. He laughed at you and shook his head. He put his arm around you and walked you to your car

He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead

“Best cardio i've ever done” he stated as he opened the door for you

You hopped in your car and deleted the other guy's number knowing damn well he did not match up to Levi in any way.

#aot #aot x black reader #aot smut #aot x reader #aot scenarios #aot imagines #aot x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #levi smut #levi x black reader

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catmelonwriting · 11 days

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Oohmygofd pleaaase plsplspls write bulimic reader... As some1 who's bulimic i will die if u do (positively)

BSD Men with a bulimic!reader

Warnings: Bulimia, not proofread, vomit type purging, very self inserted and based off my experiences, bad body image, reader is not underweight, hurt/comfort, a couple usages of (name) in akutagawa's bc I just can't see this man using pet names

Characters: Akutagawa, Chuuya

A/N: I'm sooo glad I'm not the only one who wanted this.. I was really hesitant to write it bc my blog is entirely smut and that usually does better than hurt/comfort, angst, or fluff, but if I'm not the only person who wants it I'm deffy gonna write it!! I don't really like Akutagawas I definitely didn't do him justice but I loveeeee chuuya's

Akutagawa

- Probably will not notice until you tell him.. just thinks you're sick or something when he hears coughing noises from the bathroom.

- From then on he's really concerned, he'll probably do a lot of research on it (w/o you knowing ofc)

- Will try and get you into treatment, even just IOP, but if you refuse HE is going to monitor everything your eating

- If you do end up binging in the middle of the night or while he's not there, the bathroom is off limits for the next 45 minutes.

- He will literally stand in the way of the doorway if you try to go, he's not risking anything.

- If you try not to eat too much the next day to 'make up for it' he'll sit with you while you eat and give you encouraging words here and there, but neither of you are getting up till your finished.

One shot

You're kneeled over the bathroom toilet, the back of a toothbrush nudging your throat, when you let out a loud gag. You immediately take the toothbrush out and cover your mouth.. you had learned to be so quiet after akutagawa found out about your eating disorder, how could you let that happen?

You hear footsteps approaching the bathroom door before three short knocks. "Yeah, Ryū?" You ask, your voice was raspy and you sounded like you had been crying. Fuck, he knows.

"..(Name) are you alright? Are you doing something you shouldn't?" His voice was sharp, like he was angry. You knew he wasn't, you knew he would never be angry at your for something like this.. just.. upset, but you can't help the guilt that courses through your body at his words.

"No." You choke out, shuffling to shove the toothbrush back in the holder. "I heard gagging." You clear your throat, trying to get rid of the rasp. "Um.. I wasn't. Just coughing. I'm not feeling well." You call out, quickly flushing your thrown up dinner down the toilet. "I'll be out in a second."

You dig in the drawers for your perfume, air freshener, dry shampoo, anything you can spray to cover up the smell of your throw up, but you couldn't find anything. So you hesitantly clean your hands and leave the bathroom with the overwhelming smell of vomit filling it.

"Hey, love." You mumble, sitting down next to him on the couch, your voice shaky. "..(Name), don't lie to me. I know what you were doing." He mumbles, placing his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. You blink back tears as you push your face into his chest. "Im sorry.. I'm so so sorry.. I didn't mean to.. I didn't.." you choke out, sniffling.

"Don't apologize to me, dear. I'm not mad, or even upset. Just.. concerned. You told me you would stop." His voice sounded sympathetic, something you weren't used to with him. The smell of cigarette smoke hung on your jacket, a scent you had grown to love and found comforting since meeting him. The way his lanky, boney, ring covered fingers glided through your hair, his soft voice, it all comforted you, it all told you it was okay to cry.

His heart ached at the little gasps and sniffles and whimpers you let out whilst sobbing into his chest. It made him want to start bawling with you, but of course he wouldn't. He could never appear weak to you. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry Ryu- I just can't stop- I can't stop no matter how hard I try.." you sob, hands moving to cling onto the fabric of his shirt. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh baby.." he sighed. You didn't want to look up, you know he's looking down with pity. Pity you didn't want. "It's alright. I don't want you to cry, it's not your fault.. I understand- well, no, I don't. I don't understand, but I want to help you." Wrapping his arms around you, he leans into your head, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose.

That's where you two lay for the rest of your night, him whispering comforting words in your ears, giving you all the love you could ever ask for, something you'd never expect from a man like him.

Chuuya

- He notices within the first month of FRIENDSHIP

- The way you get up and scurry off to the bathroom after every meal you share, the guilt on your face after grabbing a third serving at the party you two are at, how quick you shove shit down your throat before tears well up in your eyes and you excuse yourself.. all of it.

- He definitely cares, but probably won't confront you about it till later on in the friendship if you're still having trouble

- He won't just send you a lousy "have you been eating properly?" Text either, he's gonna invite you over to his house making it known you two are gonna have a serious conversation, then sit you down in his living room then prod and probe till you admit it.

- If you're still struggling w/ it when you're dating/when you move in together (which you probably are bc eds are harsh) he'll be like Akutagawa and monitor everything you eat, just a little more stealthily

- He is not afraid to tell you to slow down if you seem to be overeating.. he takes the binging just as seriously as the purging.

Oneshot

You had awakened in the middle of the night with a need for food. Anything you could get your hands on you needed inside of you asap.

You quickly and carefully slipped out of his arms and out of bed, tip toeing to the kitchen and flicking the light on. The first thing you see is a brand new box of cereal you had bought today, Chuuya hadn't had it in awhile, it was his favorite as a kid and he seemed happy while buying it. Guilt tote through you when you ripped open the box and shuffled handfuls into your mouth, before discarding the half empty box on the ground.

You reached for the cake you two had made for your birthday last week, taking fistfuls with your bare hands and shoving the icing covered cake in your mouth.

After shoving everything in vicinity down your throat, you open the fridge to find a diet coke, or a regular, just anything with bubbles.. anything with carbonation to help you get this all up better. Anything. Your eyes land on an energy drink you had bought yesterday.. you were saving it for today, but in your eyes you needed it now.

You crack it open and glug it down, before looking at the mess you made on the floor. Empty boxes, half eaten cake, a carton of half eaten cookies, an empty bowl that was previously filled with salad, an empty milk carton.. you felt sick to your stomach. You needed this out of you now. Now.

You quietly tip toe to the bathroom, turning off the kitchen lights behind you and locking the door behind you, kneeling on the ground in front of the toilet. You hated doing this, you hated how gross you felt hovering over something where your ass went.. but you needed it gone. You couldn't gain weight.. you already felt so fat as it is no matter how much chuuya tried to convince you you're average.. you just couldn't believe it. Looking in the mirror all you could see was piles of fat.

You push the back of your toothbrush down your throat, gagging almost silently as the first few things came up. You recognized some chocolate, veggies, something.. red.. you didn't want to think about it too much as you shoved the toothbrush back down your throat. You watched as everything you ate came up opposite to the order you had it in.

Finally, you recognize barely chewed lumps of cereal fall into the toilet, and after you throw up stomach acid mixed with dark blood, you sigh, wipe your mouth and stand up, flushing the toilet, and clean yourself up.

Walking out of the bathroom, you see the kitchen lights on. Fuck. You could've sworn you turned those off.

Your ginger haired boyfriend turns the corner from the kitchen, looking you dead in the eyes with disappointment on his face. You wished you could just evaporate. "Love, what is this?" He sounded.. exasperated. Tired of you, tired of your illness, tired of having a girlfriend who can't just eat normally. You were tired of it too, but the Internet made recovery seem so much easier than it really was.

Tears flow out of your eyes as you wipe the remaining spit dribbling from your mouth away. "Did you throw up?" He sighs.. you can't tell if he's being sympathetic or if he's annoyed. Maybe both. All you can muster is a nod before you fall into his chest, letting out broken sobs and choking out apologies. From where you are you can glance into the kitchen, noticing he had cleaned up the little mess you made.

God, not only did he have to deal with such an emotional, disordered girlfriend.. he had to clean up after you too? You felt like such a terrible person, like you didn't deserve his love.

"Cmon, sweetie, let's go to bed. Let me tuck you in." He mutters sleepily. "Don't apologize.. don't apologize, it's not your fault. You know I'm not mad." His whispers comfort you and make you feel worse at the same time, you didn't understand it. "I'm not mad, just worried. I could never be mad at you." He speaks softly, nudging you towards the open door of your bedroom.

You whimper and sniffle as he tucks you into bed, before getting back in himself and wrapping his arms around your waist. He leans in, whispering sweet nothing's in your ear, tracing shapes in your hip, telling you you're beautiful and it'll all be okay until you fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, Chuuya isn't there. He must've gone to work already. You see a small note on the bedside table next to you, and hesitantly pick it up to read its contents.

"Hey doll, I'm sorry I left for work before we could talk about this in-person, and I definitely have a plan to speak to you about it tonight. But I wanted to let you know I'm not mad at you, nor am I upset with you, I'm just concerned for your well-being and safety. I want to get you into some treatment program because I'm not trained in this, and I don't really know how to help. I know this isn't entirely about your weight or how your body looks, but baby believe me when I say you're beautiful. You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid my eyes on and I am so lucky to have you. You are not 'too much' and your emotional baggage is not too much for me to carry. Even if it was, it's worth it for a girl as sweet and caring as you.

Love, Chuuya"

You hold the note close to your chest and push yourself backwards into bed, draping the covers over yourself and falling back asleep with his letter held close.

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wonwoonlight · 1 year

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when you can't sleep but shua is right next to you.

A/N: it's 11 in the evening here and i wrote this in, like, 20 minutes for all of u who were wishing for shua's shiny star, or you who have trouble sleeping. I hope this very small gift means something to any of you🩶 this is definitely not proofread bc im falling asleep now lol good night

You turn on your bed. Once. And then twice.

And then once again.

You bite your lip as you try to listen to Shua's soft breathing just in case he awakes because of your constant shifting.

He is already asleep the moment you return home, and you quietly wash up and join him on the bed because the day has been long and you honestly just want it to end already.

It would be better if you could be in Shua's arms right now, but at least he's next to you and you're just glad at least one of you is sleeping properly.

He seems like he needs it anyway; God knows he's even busier than you are.

When you're sure Shua is still deep in his sleep, you turn once again, this time to face him.

You don't think you'd ever get tired of watching his face, asleep or awake. He's so beautiful either way, but asleep, Shua looks so peaceful and whatever weight that would burden him when he's awake can't bother him in this state.

For that, you're more than grateful.

Shua is the more emotional and sensitive one between the two of you, and it's definitely not something that you complain about. But it means he seems to understand you more than you do him so sometimes you feel useless when you know he's not feeling his best.

He's been a little too busy these days, which worries you, but there's nothing you can really do about it. Hence, you're simply glad that at least he's sleeping properly.

Unlike you.

You're tired, your eyes are heavy, and you're sleepy, but your body refuses to succumb to sleep for some reason. You don't know what's stopping you from sleeping.

So you do what brings you comfort: watch your lover sleep. Your palm reaches out to his face, and when your thumb caresses the apple of his cheek, Shua leans to your touch even in his sleep.

You spend a few moment just like that. Time always seems like an illusion when you're with him, because you don't know how much time has passed until Shua slowly opens his eyes and immediately stares into your eyes.

"Why are you awake?" He asks, voice heavy with sleep.

You offer nothing but a hum, your fingers moving from his face into his hair.

"Can't sleep again?" Even half asleep, Shua can tell the smile you give him is defeated. So he reaches out to pull you into his chest instead, the position uncomfortable but not unwelcome. "Let's stay like this for a bit, hm?"

It's hard to hold him back in this position, so you decide to bask in his hold and the sound of his heartbeat instead. You think you feel his lips on top of your head, and Shua starts humming the familiar melody that always bring you comfort, his palm rubs your back in a slow pattern.

Up and down.

Up and... down.

He chuckles when he hears your soft snore, looking down at your sleeping figure before maneuvering you both into a more comfortable position.

A few minutes later, he falls back to sleep with his fingers buried in your hair and the soft pattern of your breath.

#joshua fluff #joshua au #joshua scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fic #seventeen imagines #shua fluff #shua scenarios #shua imagines #seventeen scenario #seventeen au #joshua scenario

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spooblet · 2 months

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When (S/o) Take Their Jacket (Pt. 1)

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I have a bit of writer's block here and there, so I'll post what I have written while I try to brainstorm the others for Pt. 2 <3

Vash The Stampede:

After waking up from his slumber, Vash slowly rose from the bed and yawned while stretching his arm. He sat there for a while and realized how (Y/n) wasn’t lying beside him. He wasn’t alarmed, or in a panic as they do this now and then: gathering supplies for their rounds of travel. Vash got up and walked towards the bathroom for a quick shower. Upon walking back to the bedroom to change into his clothing and attach his prosthetic arm. He noticed his signature red jacket wasn’t neatly folded on the desk he had left it last night. He looked over the chair, under the bed, the closet, and even opened the window to look down to find his jacket.

Not a sight at all.

He was about to panic until he remembered (Y/n).

‘Maybe they know where it is…’ He thought to himself as he put on his long-sleeved shirt and glove. The moment he tied up his lace, he got up to grab the doorknob only to have it swung open and cause him to jump in surprise. (Y/n) walked in, bringing in numerous bags as they waddled their way in.

“No, I don’t need help, I already brought everything.” (Y/n) announced as they lifted one arm with a little huff due to the extra weight.

Regardless, Vash took some bags off from their other arm to help take some weight off them. No matter how many times they assured him that they didn’t need any help, he refused to accept that. He wants to be there for them as much as they have been there for him. As (Y/n) started to take out food from the bag, Vash then remembered what he was going to ask.

“Oh Hey, by the way. Have you seen…my…”

At that moment, Vash spotted what he was looking for. His red jacket was nicely worn by his partner as they looked up at him, to see what he was going to ask. Then by the looks of his slightly blushed reaction, it clicked on them,

“Oh! Sorry…I just threw in whatever that was near me.”

As (Y/n) tried to take Vash’s jacket off he pulled the jacket back on their shoulder and smiled sweetly at them.

“There’s no need to apologize, (Y/n). You can wear it, you know. Besides, you look adorable.” He smiled fondly while (Y/n) became a blushing mess at his sudden comment.

His jacket was just a couple of inches off the ground when (Y/n) wore them compared to when Vash wore it.

“You doofus.” They bluntly responded, trying to avoid Vash’s gaze when he gave them a sweet compliment. It didn’t help them at all when Vash looked at the back of their head fondly before planting a gentle kiss against their cheek.

Knives Millions

The majority of the time (Y/n) was there, Knives hardly removed his cloak when he was near them. It was either wrapped around his hips, hooded up, or hooded down, but never off. Not once did they question him or request it off. How do you have the courage to go to a powerful entity and ask such a thing? (Y/n) refuses to overstep the boundary Knives put in and remain silent by the topic. They were just glad to be by his side…and being alive overall.

As if it was an opportunity that was giving to (Y/n), his cloak was hanging by a chair. He was no where on sight. This was a given chance to feel the material of his cloak. (Y/n) looked around to make sure they were in the clear before grabbing it. It felt weird to the touch. It felt soft and rubbery? (Im just spitballing here…) It was tempting to put it around them and sure enough, that’s what (Y/n) did. The cloak was wrapped around their body, snugged in as it draped their body. It was rather long to the point where it dragged on the floor; though (Y/n) wasn’t paying too much attention. It was going to be a quick felt…Or so they thought.

Knives entered the room.

The sound of his footstep snapped (Y/n)’s attention to the point where they quickly made eye contact with Knives. His eyes slowly opened wide in shocked by the sight of a human, his human, having his coat wrapped around them.

“...Explain yourself.” He commanded, though his tone was soft toned rather than his usual demenor.

“...I was just curious–Sorry, I’ll take it off.”

(Y/n) took the cloak off them before handing it back to its owner. Knives grabbed it and kept his eye contact locked on them.

“Leave. I need some time alone.”

(Y/n) nodded and leaves the room. They were in a panic state but didn’t want to show it. (Y/n) kept thinking how they might have ruin Knives’s trust or ruin their relationship in general by touching his stuff. Though little did they know that it was far from the truth. Knives was left alone from the room holding onto the cloak…blushing slightly from the view he had just witnessed. The sight of his partner wearing his cloak was such refreshing. He let out a sigh then decided that one day he’ll make one for his beloved when he gets the chance. For now, he stayed in the room to recover. Knives didn’t want to leave until he was no longer blushing.

#trigun stampede #knives millions x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader

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personwhowrites · 1 year

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Can you do 141 team x reader where Y/n is a sniper, she was shot on her right eye by enemy sniper. It was her good eye because her right eye is 6 times greater then normal and her skills where she never miss her enemy. Her lover help her by teaching her using her other eye of practicing for her other eye. Y/n is back in the fight after all the practice for her left eye.

I loved writing this, I went more into destil. I hope you enjoy this!- E< <3

Replaceable

It was a mission like no other. The wind whistled in your ears as you stood on the small hill, a shaky breath escaping your lips as you stared into the scope of your sniper rifle. Staring at the dead target, you never anticipated the shot that would come from the other direction. Panic flooded your body as you felt a sharp pain in your head. You fell to the ground and covered your mouth, not wanting to let anyone know you were alive. As you lay there, you heard your lover voice on the radio.

“Y/n!”

John captain price

The moment Price saw your body hit the floor, he ordered everyone to shoot up the place. He rushed to your side, panic setting in as he saw you lifeless. As he approached your body, you suddenly cried out in pain, a sign of life that filled him with relief.

Price carefully cradled you in his arms, his expression full of panic and desperation. He felt a lump in his throat as he looked at the blood spilling from your eye, and he shouted orders for someone to help you, to save your life. His heart raced as he rushed you back to the others, praying silently that you would make it.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a hospital bed, unable to see out of your right eye. The eye that had carried you through your whole career, your life and your will to feel important. Price sat up from the chair and immediately walked over to the side of the bed you lay in. He grabbed your hand gently and released a sigh of relief.

“Y/n…I’m so glad you’re alive..” Price said, kissing your hand and squeezing it tightly as you turned your head to face him. “I thought.. I lost you..” His voice was filled with emotion as he said this, and his eyes were filled with concern and adoration. You felt a warmth inside as you stared into his eyes, and you could tell he was truly relieved that you were alive and safe. You knew that no matter what happened, he would always be there for you.

Price refused to let you give up, training you day and night to make sure you never felt alone. The others tried their best to help as well, and eventually, you were ready to take on the working field.

Once more you stood by a hidden hill, looking through the scope of your gun. As Price ordered you to shoot, time seemed to freeze. You took the dangerous shot and quickly got down. Silence hung in the air until the cheers of the others broke it.

“Beautiful shot princess!” Price exclaimed with a laugh. You felt proud of yourself for taking the shot, and you were grateful for the support of your team. You had come a long way from where you started, and you knew that you could do anything you put your mind to.

Kyle “Gaz”Garrick

Gaz saw your body fall down on the cold concrete floor and panic set in as he saw the ever-growing pool of blood around your head. Fear and dread coursed through his veins as he rushed to your aid, his voice desperate and urgent as he called for a medic. He carefully picked you up and cradled you in his arms, his eyes searching for any sign of the medic, praying silently that you would be okay.

The last thing you remember before you blacked out was the sound of his voice, desperate and determined to get you the help you needed. He carefully carried you away from the danger, his arms protectively draped around you as he ran, never letting go.

When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed, surrounded by tubes and needles. Fear overwhelmed you as you realized that you could only see darkness out of your right eye. Price and Gaz were there, and before Price could come over to check on you, Gaz immediately pushed him away and rushed to your side.

“Y/n.. oh my god you’re okay.. thank god," he said as he kissed your forehead gently. "Hey.. just breathe, it's okay.."

He started stroking your hair and holding you close. He stayed by your side, never leaving, and his presence was a comforting reminder that you weren't alone.

You held your hand up to your right eye, desperately hoping to see something, but Gaz quickly moved your hand away and delivered the most devastating news: you had lost your good eye, the one that you depended on for your very life. The shock and grief hit you like a wave, and you struggled to comprehend what had happened.

You watched from the sidelines as the others trained and became accustomed to the mission, but you couldn’t bring yourself to hold a gun and aim it at a target. Gaz noticed your distress and began to train you with your left eye, despite your protests. Slowly but surely, you began to adjust, your bond with Gaz growing strong, and the other members began to take notice. Soon, what started as friendship blossomed into something more, an unspoken love that was shared between the two of you.

Gaz’s voice crackled through the radio, a whisper of reassurance: “Just breathe. Everything is going to be okay."

You felt your hands trembling as you adjusted your aim, your ragged breaths echoing in the silence. Taking a deep breath, you fired the shot, and a moment of stillness followed. Then, you heard his praises, and you knew that you had done it.

His laughter rang out as he exclaimed, “Good job! Fuck yeah! I knew you could do it!"

You sank to your knees beside a concrete wall, tears of joy streaming down your face. All the training with him had truly changed you for the best. You could still hear the others giving you praises, but it was Gaz's that had the most impact.

John “Soap” MacTavish

Soap was right beside you, witnessing the whole thing. The bullet hit your face, the pain causing you to stumble and lose consciousness. It took him a moment to comprehend what had just happened.The target was dead, but it seemed someone else had taken an interest in you. Panic finally set in Soap’s mind as he quickly grabbed you and called in a distress signal on his radio. You had been hit.

You awoke to a sudden jolt of pain in your arm, followed by the sound of a medic’s voice. Soap immediately rose from his chair in shock as Gaz and Price looked on in surprise. They were taken aback to see you up and about.

“Y/n!" Soap exclaimed in equal parts panic and relief. "You’re alive!"

Price put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Easy now.. she still doesn't seem to be fully aware." Price says then looked at you with a serious expression, "Y/n.. we.. need to tell you something."

The sudden panic on Soap’s face told the story. The darkness in your right eye further confirmed it. You let out a quiet sob as Price explained what had happened. Without hesitation, Soap rushed to your side and held you close, offering comfort and support.

Soap pulled you into a tight embrace and murmured softly, “Hey hey.. it’s okay. I won't let you give up in your work field." He paused, stroking your hair as you continued to cry. "Come on.. head up now, Bonnie."

The process was long and hard, and everything seemed so pointless to you. Yet Soap didn’t let you give up, encouraging you to keep going and so you did. It took a couple of months to finally get ready to go on the mission. Some had their doubts, but Soap cheered you on for coming back.

The target was open and visible, and Prive’s voice crackled through the radio, ordering you to shoot. Your hands began to tremble as you fumbled for the trigger, trying to steady your aim. You heard Price's voice again, asking if you had received the order.

“Its okay Bonnie.. you got this..” Soap whispered next you. “Come on.”

You took a deep breath, steadied your aim, and fired. In that moment, Soap grabbed your face and kissed you, blocking out everything else around you. That moment was the start of something bigger, and you two soon became an official couple.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost was three buildings away when he heard the gunshot, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew it had to be you, and he ran as fast as he could to your side. When he arrived, he saw you lying on the ground, a pool of blood staining the pavement around you. He was frozen for a few seconds, the shock of the situation hitting him hard, before he was able to react.

He called for help, but in his heart, he felt as though you were already gone. Price had to grab Ghost and pull him away, as a medic took you away in a helicopter. Ghost wanted to follow after you, but Price gave him a firm grip and stopped him from seeing you in such a bad state.

When you woke up, he was right next to you, his hand gently clasping yours. He moved away when he saw you were awake, and a look of relief passed over him. He spoke to you softly, delivering the news in the most gentle way he could. He watched as you broke down and laid in the hospital bed, not knowing what to do to comfort you.

He pulled his mask off and gently cupped your face in his hands. Soap and Gaz walked in on the two of you, just as Ghost was leaning in to kiss you.

“I’m so glad you're okay, y/n. I don't know what I would do without you...” Ghost mumbled, before leaning in to place a long, lingering kiss on your lips, revealing his true feelings for you.

Soap and Gaz watched from the doorway as you and Ghost stood together in an awkward silence. His hands remained on your face, gently wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks. He then sat down on the bed and pulled you into a comforting hug. It was the best support he could offer, and you understood.

At first he agreed to let you leave the army field, thinking it would keep you safe and he could protect you better. But, as soon as he saw your body language change, he started pushing you to train with your other eye, even though you felt like you couldn’t do it sometimes. He knew it was the best course of action and you followed his lead.

Days and nights went by, and he didn’t let you rest. Ghost wanted you to regain the confidence you had once held, and your bond with him grew stronger. He would occasionally try to flirt with you, as if he wanted to start something up between the two of you. The day you returned to the work field he stare at you, hoping that you really were ready.

“He’s on your left, wearing a red shirt and blue pants," Price said over the radio as you held your gun tightly. "Lead him to a more secluded area."

“Copy that," you responded, slightly following the person. "Target is alone and in sight."

“I’ve got my eye on you, y/n," Ghost said, sending a shiver down your spine. "Everything is safe on my end."

You took note of that and peered through your scope. For a moment, your vision seemed blurry and fuzzy, as if you were losing your sight. You blinked a few times to clear it and focused on the target.

“Y/n, shoot," Price ordered over the radio, making you fire off a shot in an instant. "Good shot, clean and perfect."

You thanked the captain before moving away from public sight. You were grateful for their help and wanted to show your appreciation. As you moved away, you felt a sense of relief wash over.

When you met at the safe house, you grabbed Ghost’s arm and pulled him in for a gentle embrace. You kissed his cheek, showing him the same confidence and affection you had when you first met.

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astarasstuff · 8 months

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welcome arms- gojo satoru, geto suguru

suguru and satoru have been there for you since you first met them in highschool. that includes comforting you when your asshole boyfriend treats you like shit. when your boyfriend ends up cheating on you, they take a much different approach to comforting you this time...

word count: i cant be bothered right now LOL

contents: fem!reader, cheating (on reader by ex), like very light angst(breakups) fluffy!!! smut, soft dom! gojo and geto, multiple orgasms(r! receiving) fingering, pet names (pretty girl, pretty, love, sweetheart, princess, angel) eiffel tower (i think?) oral (geto receiving), creampie, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap as always!) aftercare! implied polyamory! i think that’s everything but if i missed something let me know! 18+ please, mdni!!!!

notes: holy shit first fanfic ever! im so nervous AH (this is code for give me some grace if its bad and DONT BE MEAN😣) anyways these two are always constantly on my mind 4ever.

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to say that satoru and suguru were upset when you knocked on their dorm door, tears streaming down that pretty little face of yours, wouldn't be quite the truth. it was about 2 o'clock in the morning, when satorus phone started ringing on his nightstand, the contact 'pretty girl' illuminating his screen. you'd given him shit for that name, detailing how your shithead boyfriend would freak if he saw it- satoru didn't budge. his brow furrows, and he picks up the phone, wondering why on earth you were calling him at such an hour.

"y' alright, sweetness?" satoru asks, voice groggy from being awoken. a frown quickly filled his then sleepy face, when the sound of your little hiccups and sniffles left the phones speaker. "you couldn’t get as much as word out between your sobs, and satoru immediately shoots up in his bed, and makes his way to sugurus room. "angel, what happened?" alarm filling his voice. he starts to hear your sobs calm down enough for to talk. "I didn't know who else to call- I'm sorry for waking you, 'toru, ill jus-" satoru immediately cuts you off, sensing that you were about to apologise for interrupting his sleep. "don't do that, don't apologise. I'm glad you did, pretty girl, y'know i'd always be here, no matter the time." he pads down the hall and knocks on sugurus door with urgency. as you attempt to gather your words, satoru hears suguru groan and walk over to the door. "what on earth do you want at his hour" suguru complains, evidently pissed he’d been woken up so abruptly. however, the anger immediately leaves his body as satoru holds a finger up to his lips, signaling suguru to listen. its then that he here smalls sobs coming from satorus phone.

'its y/n' satoru mouths to him, and suguru feels anxiety flood his veins. sugurus about to ask why you're crying, (and why on earth your still on the phone to satoru and not at their dorm yet, in their arm) when he hears your voice, nasally and small with shame. "he- he cheated-" you manage to produce between sobs. oh fuck no. your asshole boyfriend? cheat on you? satoru immediatly instructs you to come to theirs, and after multiple refusals on your end, they finally convince you. as they waited for your arrival, satoru still being on the phone with you, they wondered how your -now ex- boyfriend even had the audacity to cheat on you. for starters, they could argue he was barely even a boyfriend to you, forgetting anniversaries, dates, never giving you flowers. he would blatantly check out other girls, (which the two men in question could ever comprehend; how he could ever have his eyes anywhere other than on you). and to top it all off, you were way out of his league.

so yeah. to say they were upset wouldn't be the full truth, because although they hated the thought of you being upset, wetting those pretty cheeks with your tears, you were finally, finally, out of the clutches of that piece of trash ex. and they could finally be the ones give you what you deserve, what you need.

it was no surprise to anyone who knew them that they were into you, that they were whipped- anyone but you. these two insanely attractive men, whos looks could undoubtedly lead them to the cover of vogue, who had women lining up and begging for them to fuck them. who had women hanging of them at party, never having to do so much as lift a finger when they wanted to get their dicks wet, never had their minds on anyone but you. whenever satoru was balls deep in some chick who he hadn't even bothered to remember the name of, he imagined your skin in his hands, your hips in his hands, your nails in his back, your lips on his neck, your cunt wrapped around his dick. and whenever suguru had his lips round some girls clit, he wished it was your thighs clenched round his head, your hands pulling on his hair, your slick dribbling down his chin. wishing it was your pussy making a mess on his face.

both men were well aware of each others desire for you, and both men were more than happy to share. and despite their desires for you taking up their every waking thought, they never wanted to push you. they could tell that you wanted them, with all your lip bites and lingering stares, your face filling with heat whenever satoru was back from the gym in his tight, frankly slutty black gym shirt, so tight that it revealed the ridges of his abs. or when suguru took off his shirts as he walked towards the bathroom to take a shower, his back muscles flexing as he pulled it over his head. they knew, yet they waited, until you were ready, and when you would be they would welcome you with open arms. little did they know, that it would come sooner that they had thought

as you made your way over to satoru and sugurus dorm, and as their voices calmed your retching sobs down to small sniffles, determination filled your mind. you would do whatever you needed to get over that jerkface of an ex, and as soon as possible. now, in hindsight, fucking them wasn't what you thought you would do- fuck someone, yes, but you thought it would be a hookup with someone you wouldn't even catch the name of, and definitely not the same night you caught your boyfriend cheating, and most definitely not with the two men you had the most debilitating crushes on. yeah, you knew it was pretty bad to have not one but two crushes whilst literally dating someone, and that potentially it was a little hypocritical to be so mad at your ex cheating (but you never even acted on those crushes! aside from indulging in the frequent occasional stares when they looked just too irresistible), and in all fairness, you tried everything to squash these crushes that had lasted since fucking highschool- and dating your now ex was one of your more desperate attempts at getting over them. it worked to a degree, you had (unfortunately) caught feelings for someone else, feeling somewhat fulfilled, and you stuck around with your asshole ex purely because you weren't sure if you could cope with the feelings you felt for both satoru and suguru if you weren't in a committed relationship in which you could put most of your focus into. and now, you were screwed. you felt used and cheap, and when you were so close to finally leaving those feelings for satoru and suguru behind (you’re really kidding yourself) everything just fell apart. so you were not only feeling the common feelings of a breakup, let alone caused by cheating at that, you were also feeling completely and utterly dissapointed.

when the door opened to reveal that sugurus handsome, chiseled face (god- that jawline) was twisted into a frown, watching the remnants of your tears fall, you collapsed into his arms. and all of the previous emotion that had been buried down was now bubbling over to the surface as you sobbed into his chest. "s'alright, princess, let it out" he whispered into your hair, hand coming up to pet your hair. he lead you into the living room where satoru was, evidently setting it up for your arrival. they set you down on their couch, wrap you up in one of satoru's expensive sweaters that most definitely cost more than a month of your rent, and stick on one of your favourite movies on their tv. they sit either side of you, your head resting on satorus shoulder, and sugurus arm wrapped around you waist. after you had calmed down, one and a half movies later, the reality of the situation had set in, and they hear your voice rise up in anger, talking about how you can't believe he was such a dick, and how you didn't think he could ever stoop so low. satoru couldn't help but feel a smirk form on his lips, hearing you finally realize how shitty your ex was. but after the anger, came the doubt. the smirk was wiped right off satorus face when he heard your voice turn small and uncertain again, a frown taking place on those pretty lips of yours, asking them whether they thought it was because you weren't enough for him.

"god no, princess, he wasn't enough for you." sugurus tone was filled with disbelief, he couldn't even comprehend how you ever could ask that question, when you were so so sweet to that undeserving ass. baking him his favourite treats, buying him thoughtful presents on special days, showering him in your affections. the fact that he had not only treated you like shit but cheated? incomprehensible. not with how pretty you were. your pretty face, plush soft kissable lips, delicate hands much smaller than his, the pretty swell of your tits, just about noticeable under satorus sweater. the fat of your ass and your thighs, christ, you were to die for. what he would've given to be in your ex's position, to have you under him every night, to treasure you, please you in every way conceivable. on his face, sitting on his dick, legs on his shoulders, in his bed, on the couch, in the shower, on his countertops-

"trust me, sweetness, it's his loss." satoru's smooth voice pulls suguru out of his daydream, and he quickly hums in agreement. "i mean, god, what we would've done to be the ones to have you, baby, and not him" the words leave satorus mouth before he can even think about it, too tired to kick in his (usually ineffective, to be fair) filter. the pair stiffens either side of you as the words hang in the air, and you look at him with confusion written all over your pretty little features. satoru knows he should probably backtrack, and twist his words into something he doesn’t mean so as not to risk your friendship, but he finds that doesn't want to. he wants you to finally know how much they both need you, how badly you affect them, how much they both love you. "toru?" you question, waiting for him to elaborate. he doesn't, and so you turn to suguru, and are met with more silence, which only emphasises the earlier statement. "your- you guys aren't messing with me, right?" at that, satoru tosses you an incredulous, almost offended look. "what?" he questions, and the look he gives you puts you on edge "i mean- like- your not just saying that because.. of, y'know, the current circumstances?" you stumble over your words, and satoru doesn't think you can be any dumber than you are in this current moment. "honey, he meant every word." sugurus voice is low and seductive, and you're sure he's much closer than he was a minuet ago, his breath hitting your ear. you feel heat prickle up your neck and onto your face. "yeah, pretty girl, i do. how about i show you?" and before you can even register it, satorus lips are on yours, and shit, they're so soft and so much better than you had imagined. he leaves you quicker than you hoped, and you find yourself chasing after his kiss, causing him to give a low chuckle that got you way too hot and bothered. as you open your eyes, you're a little surprised when your met with sincerity on satoru's face.

"are you sure this is okay, pretty? we don't want to rush you." warmth fills your chest at this, and right now you're so mad at yourself for kidding yourself that you could ever get over them. "yes toru, please, want you both so bad, waited so long" and both satoru and suguru almost cum in their pants hearing your voice whine like that. then all of a sudden you’ve all shifted, you being pulled into sugurus lap with your chest to his back, and satoru pulls you in for another kiss, but this time it’s heated, desperate and has you panting into his mouth. you keen when you feel suguru’s lips on your necks, at first fluttering small kisses, which turn deeper as he progresses down your neck, leaving hickies in his wake. he sucks hard at the part where your shoulder meets your neck, and you let out the hottest little moan they’ve ever heard, and it causes satoru to still. you look up at him, you’re brows furrowing as his lips disconnect from yours. you watch as his eyes flitter around you face as he breaths heavy, lips swollen, and suguru turns his eyes in curiosity to satoru, still busy working on your neck. “god, pretty, that was the hottest thing i’ve ever heard. need more” he pants, and then he swoops in to give you the most dizzying kiss you’ve ever received in your entire life, and you feel his hand sneak under his sweater and your night shirt to palm your tits. you whine, and suguru moves his hands just beneath your pyjama bottoms, rubbing circles on you hips with his thumbs. your whines get louder as you feel satoru pinch your nipple between his fingers, arching your back to push your chest more into his hands. satoru pulls back at this, his head dizzy as he asks you ‘can i take this off you, sweetness?’ tugging at his sweater, and before you can even finish nodding you feels him shuck up the sweater and your t-shirt, suguru manoeuvring your body to help ease them off your torso. you feel you nipples harden as the cool air hits your chest, and both men let out heated groans at the sight of them. “damn, princess, these are even prettier than i had imagined” sugurus honeyed voice fills your ears and your preening at the praise has both his hands come up to palm them from behind. you begin to tilt your head back at the touch, but satorus hands come up to cradle your face and pull you back in for a kiss. at this point, it’s sloppy, the both of you fallen into debauchery. you feel sugurus hands begin to trial south and you whine at the loss of contact, so satoru’s hands leave your face and find their place back on your tits again, tweaking and pulling. you let out a small gasp as you feel sugurus hand breach past you shorts and your now soaked panties, teasingly rubbing the skin of you pelvis, and so, so close to your needy pussy. satoru then takes the liberty to trail kisses down you neck and then your sternum, then latching onto your nipple.

“ahhh- suguru please don’t tease, need you please” you pant, and you feel satoru smile against your skin. “need me where, baby?” and you pant as satoru unlatches from you nipple and moves to the next one, tweaking the other with his fingers. “c’mon sugu, you know where” you whine, and he chuckles “i’m afraid i don’t, princess. i need words” you let out what was a mix of a noise of frustration and a moan, thanks to satori’s ministrations on your tits, and you finally relent. “need you- ah- need you in my pussy- please!” you feel dirty letting such lewd words leave your mouth but god you don’t care because it feels too fucking good to have them both on you. suguru damn near creams his pants at your voice, and decides he can’t wait any longer and than he needs to feel your soaking cunt on his skin. he stops rubbing circles on your pelvis and takes his hands out of your pants, and before you can complain he pulling them down and your lifting your hips to make it easier for him. satorus now sucking hickies anywhere his lips can find, your neck, your chest, and one of his hands leaves your body to help you spread your legs, palm finding your thigh and pushing. “that’s it, be a good girl for suguru, 'kay?” he pants and doesn’t waste a minute to latch his lips back into your body. sugurus fingers find your pussy and god you swear you’ve never felt any pleasure like it. they run down your slit to collect your slick, then he proceeds to find your clit and rub tight, sticky circles on it. the sounds of him rubbing your pussy is obcene, an audible schlick filling the room each time he circles your clit. "yesyes- god, you feel so good-" you moan, you're not sure if it's the years of unresolved tension between the three of you but every part of you feels on fire, and you feel the best you ever have in your damn life. "yeah, that's it, good girl. bet this little clits been so neglected, huh? bet your ex never knew how to pleasure this pretty pussy, right?" he all but moans, and you nodding and repeating yesyesyes and suguru resolves that this isn't enough, and that he needs to dip his finger into you and feel just how tight you little cunt is. you feel them both move in tandem, and its as if they're communicating telepathically, because as soon as sugurus fingers leave your clit satorus replace them, not leaving you without pleasure for even a second. you feel one of sugurus thick finger prod at your entrance and your begging for him to just put it in. you arch into satoru as you feel sugurus finger fill you up, and oh my god his fingers feel so much better than yours, longer and thicker, and you begin letting out small moans and he slowly thrusts it up into you, and he curling it, as if he's searching for something and-

"oh fuuuuck!" you moan, as sugurus fingers find that spongy spot inside you. "found it." he chuckles, and then proceeds to enter a second finger. he speeds up, finger fucking your tight cunt and hitting that spot over and over and over again. "there you go, pretty girl, that's it, just like that" satoru groans and god he swears he's never seen a prettier sight. you, with your lips swollen from his kiss, you neck and chest now blooming with both his and sugurus hickies, your tits shiny with his spit, your back arched into his chest and your pussy drooling over his and sugurus fingers. "oh fuck! sugur- suguru I'm gonna-!" you squeal, sugurus unrelenting finger ramming into your g-spot so good and satorus fingers rubbing firm circles on your clit. "let go princess, cum all over my fingers." and you do, letting out the most pornographic moan you ever have in your entire life. sugurus fingers slow down and let you rid out your orgasm, and satoru pulls away from your sticky clit. you fall back against sugurus chest, as he coos into your ear, whispering sweet nothings.

as your breaths finally begin to even out, sugurus hand is grabbing your chin and pulling your face to meet his in a sloppy kiss, and you grind down on his lap and the bulge in his sweats, and then your hand creeps forwards to palm satoru through his shorts. "shit, pretty girl, not enough for you yet?" satoru coos, thrusting into your hand. "no- no not enough, 'toru. need you in me too" satorus hands that were planted at your waist being to trail down, when you grab his wrist. "need you cock, 'toru, please?" you coo and he swears you know what you're doing because he's never been harder in his life. your letting them manhandle you, taking off their shirts in the process and you start drooling at the sight of their abs, thick biceps and strong back muscles. you’re on your hand and knees, facing suguru with your ass pressed against satorus boxers, and he's teasing you by letting you feel him only through the thin fabric. you fumble with sugurus sweats and boxers, and you pull out his cock and his bigger and thicker than you'd imagined. "sure you can take it, love? bet it's so much bigger than your ex's, huh?" suguru asks teasingly with a smirk, that’s promptly wiped off when you press light kisses to his weeping tip. "god, princess. need your mouth on me" and you don't even hesitate, despite his size, and you’re swallowing him down as deep as you can. satorus cock is now freed from his boxers and is teasing your clit with his tip, sliding it up and down your sloppy cunt. "shit, you look so pretty, even from behind, angel" satoru coos and he lines up his cock with your pussy. "y'ready for me, pretty?" but he doesn't even give you time to answer before he pushes into your tight pussy to the hilt, and lets out the sluttiest whine you've ever heard from a man. "shiiiitttt- god- you're so- ah! dont clench like that- fuck-" he strains out "god you're so tight" he hisses, and sugurus not fairing much better as he feels you hum around his cock, because you're so messy with it, licking and sucking and spitting and chocking. "godd- sloppy girl, huh?" suguru breaths and you smile up at him as best you can with your mouth full of cock.

"fuck, I've wanted this for so long, angel." satoru moans as his thrusts speed up and his hips angle to meet you sweet spot. "can't believe you- shit- gave that asshole this sweet cunt of yours. bet it didn't feel as good as this though, yeah? bet he wasn't hitting that sweet spot of yours over and over again, huh sweetheart?" he emphasises with two hard thrusts, and his arm snakes around your body as his fingers find purchase on your clit again. you pop off of sugrus cock for a breather. "yesyesyesyes! n'vr made me feel as good as you do 'toru!" is all you can manage before you're taking sugurus cock back into your mouth and sucking hard. your thighs start twitching and your pussy spasms and clenches and satoru knows you're about to cum. "aw, 'bout to cum on my cock, pretty girl? c'mon, give it to me. wan' it so bad, baby, be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?" sugurus groans alongside satorus dirty words are almost enough to tip you over the edge, and suguru seals the deal with how filthy his tone is, "god, didn't know you were so good at sucking cock, jesus. know how to use that mouth of yours, huh princess?" and your moaning and slobbering on his cock "go on, love, cum all over 'toru’s big cock, feels so good, hm?" and your gone, pulling off sugrus dick to let out the whiniest, most desperate moan of the evening as you convulse around satorus cock. "fuck yeah, that's it, pretty. been wanting to make you cum on this dick for so long." and his thrusts get rapid as he nears his own high, and you latch onto sugrurs cock again, determined to get him to finish soon too. "w-where d'ya want it, angel?" satoru whines, his thursts now sloppy and frantic, the lewd pap! pap! pap! of his now cum slicked balls slapping against your ass. "want it inside, 'toru, please-" before the words even leave your mouth he's cumming, and its a lot. he's never came so hard in his life. it was all too hot, watching you slobber and choke all over sugrus cock as you grinded back onto his own dick to meet his thrusts. you shiver and convulse as you feel his warm, thick load fill you up, moaning on sugurus cock. suguru want too far behind, those moans being the tipping point as he grabs onto you hair and cums down your throat, and he swears he cums a little more when he watches you swallow without hesitation. you pop off his cock and practically collapse into the couch, all three of you huffing to catch your breaths after the most mind-numbing orgasms of your life.

"shit, that was the hardest i’ve ever came in my life" you breathe out, and they both can't help but agree with you. suguru slides down the couch and pulls you into his chest, as satoru gets up from the couch to clean you up with a warm towel, but not before admiring the way his cum seeps out of your cunt. you're absolutely spent and the next minutes are a blur as you recover and they dress you again in their clothes. you feel satorus expensive mattress beneath you and his (equally as expensive) soft sheets wrap around your body. you’re the pulled into one of their chests (you were too delirious to clock whos) as the other nuzzles their face into the fack of your neck, arms wrapping around you from behind.

"princess?" you hear from above you (so it was sugurus chest). you hum in response, too tired to respond with words. "this wasn't just a quick fuck for us, you know that right?” and you smile into his chest because you know what he means, and he’s cleared all the doubts from your mind before they could even begin to properly form. you simply hum again and you feel satoru smile against the skin of your neck. as you blissfully drfited off into sleep, you're phone was busy buzzing on the couch, desperate texts from a number that would soon be blocked, and satoru could finally keep your contact as ‘pretty girl’ without you fearing that you’re shitty ex would care.

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jesus christ im pretty sure that took like, five hours without editing LMAO. they say go big or go home I guess! also i need to get proper dividers but i don’t have any yet and it’s literally midnight where i am right now so i cba to get them!!! this post will be made prettier in the future when i get my bearing around actually posting in a tumblr blog instead of just reading other peoples 😭😭😭

#jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto smut #getou x reader #my arms hurt #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #this goes out to autocorrect changing gojo name to satire EVERY GODDAMN TIME

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oneshlut · 6 months

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Hey!! I absolutely ADORE your writing, it makes me so happy!!! I happen to be a sucker for our favorite nerd, and you write super good for him! May i ask for general datting headcanons? Like what its like to date him???? Thank you!!!<3

A/N: ohhh, i was WAITING for this one!! i loveee dating hcs. i'm assuming you mean dr. flug, in which i am always happy to write for him! thank you so much for the request! im so happy you enjoy my works!! c: (also flug may be just a teensy bit autism-coded...)

The Doctor Is Out (Dr. Flug x Reader) [Headcanons]

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Summary: General Dr. Flug dating headcanons/What is dating Dr. Flug like?

You thought he was a nervous wreck before? You've never seen him on a date. Before a date, for that matter.

After asking you out to a museum that recently opened outside the Hat Island, he dragged himself to his room and.. screamed into his pillow. Leaving 5.0.5. decently concerned.

He paced around his lab, wracked with anxiety. Oh god, oh god--what is he going to do?! Did he still look alright?? He paused his anxious strides to look at himself in his full-body mirror that he practically pulled out of nowhere. I guess he looked alright-? Or did he need to change his shirt again? Oh--crap he should probably take off his gloves.. or should he? He's always had normally sweaty hands, not including his nerves getting the best of him.. Yeah, the gloves are staying on.

Not to mention how Demencia is teasing him every minute she gets while Flug is writing out a plan. Yeah, you heard me right, this faceless man has an entire 24-step written plan for this date. He can't go without a plan, right? He doesn't want to mess up in front of you, either..

Some ridiculous, unreasonable, irrational part of him thinks maybe you won't show up. Obviously, he doesn't know any better to know how much you love him. Then again, if he knew, I don't think he'd last.

The museum went way better than he expected! There just happened to be a jet plane exhibit, and suddenly his 24-step plan has made its way to a nearby trash can. Don't get me wrong, his nerves were definitely still there, and not going anywhere anytime soon. He was just glad that he didn't draw you away with his possibly unending rambling about different types of aircraft.

The two of you stayed in the museum until it closed at 4 p.m. The time seemed to fly by, and at some point during the date you had held his hand. Poor Flug was too distracted, that he only noticed your interlocked hands when the both of you were leaving the building. He's blushing like a maniac now. As if the red tint on his face couldn't get any worse, before you left, you kissed him on his cheek. You kissed him on his cheek. His bones turned to ice, frozen in place. Later that night, he couldn't get his mind off of you. He's not washing his bag for a while. Not like he washed it in the first place.

So, you two are dating! In a relationship! Dr. Flug refuses to believe it, but every morning kinda forces him to. Though, sometimes he gets a bit overwhelmed with the attention, so when this happens, you give him the day to compose himself again.

He's happy with the attention, though! More than happy, he's honestly never received such affection before and.. he enjoys it.

Some days, you'll just have hang-out dates! For example, Dr. Flug is undergoing a heavy project and asks you to come over for comfort. He'll even ask you for help with his experiments from time to time! Don't worry, he wouldn't involve you in anything too dangerous, he's not cruel. Well, not to you..

If we're talking about Dr. Flug here, at least one date has to go wrong. Thankfully, it's almost never his fault. He's, unfortunately, slightly popular with heroes. Not that he, himself, as a villain is popular, but rather him being known under the Blackhat name has drawn in some unwanted attention from heroes.

What does this mean for the two of you? Well, worst case scenario, a hero has such a huge grudge against Flug that they are determined to ruin your date. According to Dr. Flug, there's only a 1.117% chance of this happening, so you shouldn't have to worry too much.

Afterwards, he feels horrible that your date went to crap. He apologizes profusely, even if you forgive him in the first place, he'll continue to feel bad. All he wants is for you to be happy, and it feels like he's failed you. But the fact that you're still here with him is more than enough proof that you're far from giving up on him, if ever.

On days where you would stay inside with him, whether it be a stormy night or just a long day for you, sometimes he'd turn around from whatever he was working on when you don't respond to him, and he'll find you resting peacefully next to 5.0.5. The sight warms his heart, as he moves to grab a blanket for you, and dims the lights in his lab slightly.

With you asleep, and now with him and nothing to work on, he now has time to think. And for some reason, no thoughts come to him. Surprising to his usually busy brain.

One thought came to him, eventually. Watching you rest soundly in the now dim-lighted room, your chest lifting up and down with your soft breaths, made him realize how lucky he truly is.

Then, he came up with an idea. He didn't want your dreaming to be disturbed, did he? He grabbed a piece of notepaper, tape, and a marker. Opening his door slightly, he taped up the scratch-made sign titled:

"The Doctor is Out"

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nixie-writes · 1 year

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So I sent an ask but im gonna assume tumblr ate it since i got no response

Headcanons for lucifer and lilith adopting a fallen angel child (like 13-14 years old) i was kinda inspired by the one you made of lucifer and lilith adopting an imp so-

I'm glad you liked that one! I got a liiiiitle carried away with this one but oh well!

Lucifer and Lilith Adopt Fallen Angel Child

After God shattered your Halo you wandered the streets of Hell for a few weeks, trying to hide your angel wings and broken Halo.

Things felt hopeless. You were in a bar - not to drink, you were too young, but to be around other demons and hopefully get enough change for a soda. In entered a demon clad in white with an apple-adorned walking stick and every demon bowed their heads, refusing to look in his direction. You were confused.

Being a clueless teenager you strolled straight up to the man and asked, "excuse me, why is no one looking at you?" He let out a wicked cackle and swung his cane. "Oh you sweet innocent child, I can't help but adore how silly you are! You never heard the rumors of the Fallen Angel?" It hits you like a brick. You were speaking to Lucifer.

You scuttled back, bowing by instinct. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't-" He stopped you by pressing a clawed finger to your lips. "Hush child. Why were you damned? You're too young to be here." You sighed and shook your head. "I rebelled against God and told him I'd rather rot than serve him, so I'm here". Lucifer smiled. "You were right to come here, then. Follow me, I'll give you a tour of Hell".

Lucifer took you to many places. An arcade, a cinema and somewhere fancy to eat where you could request all the food you wanted, you were half starved. He paid for it all and considered it a pocket change. At the end of your lovely day he made a proposition.

"Come live with me, my wife and my daughter. You'll love it." He suggested. He was offering just like that? "It's a little fishy," you admitted. Lucifer smiled. "Smart child. But I'm no stranger to you and you'll be well taken care of. Give me a chance?" He pulled those puppy dog eyes no demon could resist. Being an angel you could have said no but you couldn't refuse good care in your state. "Okay," you replied. "Another child it is!" He declared and took your hand, leading you to his home.

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Upon reaching his home Lucifer introduced you to his wife, Lilith.

"Oh you poor thing, so dirty and hungry! Let me see your Halo," she leaned in and broke the shards from your head. It hurt like a bitch but you obeyed her order to stay still.

"There, now you're fully a demon with wings." She declared with a sweet smile. "Charlie, come meet your new sibling!" Lucifer called down a hallway. A friendly voice replied and a minute later a young woman resembling her father in appearance and her mother in hair and body shape arrived with a puzzled expression. "A fallen angel?" She inquired. Lucifer nodded.

"I found them begging for change in a bar and thought, what could be more powerful than another fallen angel? She'll do great for us!" He laughed heartily.

Charlie held out her hand to you and you took it. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she spoke to you. You nodded your head in agreement, a little shy around this new demoness.

"Shall I show you to your room, Miss?" An imp spoke up. You smiled sweetly at him. "Oh, that would be lovely. I'll be going to bed now, I hope to see you all tomorrow," you bid farewell as you were led to your room by the imp.

#Hazbin Hotel x reader #Hazbin x reader #Lucifer x child reader #Lilith x child reader #x child reader

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dairyminki · 9 months

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Rielleeeeee, congrats on your milestone darling, im so so proud of you!! I would like to request some fluff with Wooyoung, based off taylor swift's how you get the girl 🤍 Take your time and congrats once again, your event is cute like you 🤍

✨️part of my 300 milestone event 🪄

title: broke your heart, i'll put it back together (song: how you get the girl by taylor swift)

pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: exes to lovers, fluff, angst if you squint

warning/s: none

wc: 1.2k

a/n: oh sweet chip!! 🥺 stfu she called me cute im blushing i got a lil carried away with this hence the wc but likeee i hope i somehow put enough fluff here for u to enjoy?? hehe tysm again bby! ♡

* reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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Wooyoung was soaking wet.

However, he doesn't mind in the very least. Not even when the fabric of his dress shirt and slacks uncomfortably clings to his body, the wetness of it all spreading goosebumps in his skin as the nightly air blows past him.

See he's not planning on giving up. Not until you open the door and hear him out. Standing outside your doorstep while the rain is pouring doesn't really faze him that much.

Truth be told, Wooyoung's supposed to be aboard the plane right now—completely missing his flight which was just a couple minutes ago. While some may have panicked, he's all but that. Although, he is a tad bit nervous.

Not because he knows his parents will be bombarding him with phone calls and text messages once they know that he's not on a plane returning to gloomy London tomorrow morning—the hell with London and his furious parents. Rather, it's mainly because of you, and you're the only one Wooyoung cares about right now, frankly.

You—who he didn't even get a glimpse of for half a year. Which he thinks he really deserves after deciding to leave you out of the blue. Well, not really out of the blue since he had his reasons, and yeah, well…that's another story for later.

The thing is, tonight wasn't really planned in the slightest. In fact, Wooyoung, coming to your college reunion was a spontaneous decision made by him after Kang Yeosang—one of your friends—accidentally let the fact, that you'll be attending said reunion, slip out from his blabbering mouth.

That random information which luckily fell in Wooyoung's grasp spurred him to grab any clothing his eyes could land on and come rushing in his car to attend tonight's reunion which he so adamantly refused to go to.

And Wooyoung is glad that he did go. Because, as soon as he steps inside the nostalgic campus grounds and through the long hallway leading towards the gymnasium, he sees you.

You who looked stunning dressed in that white dress he had gifted you way back then, just barely a year in your relationship. Wooyoung bought that dress with the thought of putting a ring on your finger someday.

And he is hoping that despite all that's been said and done between you two, that 'someday' will still be just right around the corner.

If only you'd just open up and hear his words tonight, then it possibly would.

The heavens above might just be hearing his pleas, or he just looks too pathetic already that they can't stand a second longer of seeing him standing under the rain—if he's really unlucky, they might even send down a lightning bolt or something.

Wooyoung squints his eyes when he sees the beige curtains on your window move slightly. He wasn't sure at first if he was just seeing things, but then he catches sight of how one of your dangly earrings subtly produced a needle-like flash due to the LED lights on your porch.

His heart does a little leap at the fact of you peeking at him and the possibility of you opening the door.

But that moment of subtle joy fades when you open the door and then it reveals you—you with puffy eyes and a red nose. His heart almost breaks at the sight of you just hesitatingly opening the door even wider.

"You're insane." Were your first words to him that night.

"It's just a little rain," He replies, offering the smallest of smiles, not really sure how to react now that you're finally facing each other.

You sniffle and shake your head, for a second, you look down at your fiddling hands, and then you're looking back at him, gaze sharp, "Why are you here, Wooyoung?"

"I- well, I—"

"Why am I even talking to you?" You sigh, already moving to close the door but of course he puts a foot in, preventing the door from shutting on his face, and preventing you from shutting him away from your life furthermore.

"I'm really not supposed to be here right now, but here I am," Wooyoung spits out in a rush. "Please, just…hear me out?" He asks, his voice sounding out to be a lot smaller.

"Woo-" You stop yourself, sighing, "Come on in, let's get you dry first."

You were too nice, too nice even to someone who broke your heart, Wooyoung thinks. But that's why he's here, hell-bent on fixing things with you and proving to you that he won't do that same mistake of leaving you ever again.

"You're wearing the dress. I thought…you threw it already," Wooyoung speaks up by the time you come back to him with a towel and some spare clothes. His old clothes, he takes note.

"Y-Yeah, I thought it'd be suitable for the theme of the reunion." You shrug, handing him the towel while you hang the clean clothes on the sofa's arm. And then he hears you clear your throat.

"I know you're still drying yourself up, but…why are you here, Woo?"

"Funny you should ask me that because I should be in a plane back to London right now but-"

"You missed your flight?!" You cut off his ramblings with a shout.

"Willingly, Y/N. I missed my flight willingly and I'm very pleased with it." Wooyoung smirks.

"What would your-"

"And that is why you should hear me out tonight or my sacrifice would literally mean nothing," Wooyoung replies with a pout, and then he spreads the towel on half of the sofa, sits down, and then pats the empty space, that was also wet towel-free, beside him.

Wooyoung goes on about his mistakes, his reasons, and countless of apologies while you fiddled with the hem of your dress for most of it.

"I mean, i-it's only been six months, Woo. The memory is still fresh and…" You don't get to finish what you were saying as the tears finally escape you. Wooyoung immediately cups your face in his hands and wipes the tears that keep coming, his touch, ever so gentle.

"I would wait forever and ever. Because I want you for worse or for better, and everything in between, Y/N." He whispers, already in tears as well, and when your previously quivering lips break into a smile, he does the same.

But then, Wooyoung's phone resounds with a ding, which got both of your attention. You were the first one to look away and stare at the phone on the table, an audible gasp leaving your mouth when you saw the picture that served as his lockscreen.

"You never changed it…" You point out, looking back at him and seeing Wooyoung's lips break into an even wider grin.

A picture taken during the 26th of November, Wooyoung's birthday. A picture of him kissing you on the cheek while you're wearing your brightest smile. A picture he randomly self-captured with his phone as soon as his lips met the softness of your cheek—your giggles filling the entire apartment.

It was the same day that he gave you that dress, and the very day that you finally said yes to him being your boyfriend. The day you officially became his other half, and he, yours.

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Fight for Him

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: As an Oprichnik you have a rather busy life, so when you’re allowed some holiday and decide to visit your hometown you’re not expecting to run into a familiar face - or to launch a rescue mission and fight off local criminals.

Warnings [18+]: canon level violence and treatment of Grisha, minor injury, auction of Grisha, smuggling, overall criminal activities, plot then smut, consensual smut, fingering (fem!receiving, handjob (male!receiving), dirty talk, switch!Aleksander, only one bed, sharing body heat trope

A/N: this was written in two long sittings so there might be loads of mistakes that I’ll find later on, enjoy

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Adena is a rough town, and it’s only gotten rougher since you last visited. There’s a reason why people call it East Ravka’s Ketterdam. Drawing your cloak closer to your body to shield your knives from prying eyes, you dodge a hoard of drunken men as you walk along the cobbled street around the back of the Hen’s Den.

It’s been years since you had last been in Adena. Since you had been home. Though it wasn’t much of a home anymore. Living in Os Alta, in the small quarters designed for the Oprichniki, you’ve felt more at home than you ever have here.

Truly, you didn’t know why you had decided to return. The General had allowed you a week of holiday, so you had settled onto the back of a cart and hitched a ride along the Vy.

There’s a few quieter streets that you enjoy walking through during the daylight hours, small trinket shops and the bakery. But once night begins to descend, those shops close their doors and locks their windows.

Now, in the darkness of night, Adena lives up to its reputation. Gunshots are a familiar sound, along with breaking glass and shouts clamouring for a fight. It’s not until you’re walking through the alleyway by the Crown Inn that you begin to regret your decision.

Out of the darkness, someone grabs you. A firm hand clutching your arm and a large man pushing you back towards the wall. You struggle against his hold, using the momentum of his shove to push him hard against the wall, your knife to his throat.

As one of the General’s most trusted soldiers, you had to maintain your training, and in this moment you’re thoroughly glad of his insistence.

It’s only once the moon slides from under the clouds that you withdraw your knife.

“Ivan?” The Heartrender raises a brow at the sight of your knife, still in hand, but fortunately lowered away from his throat. “What are you doing here?”

His jaw tenses slightly and he looks out towards the main street, his nostrils flaring as he observes another stumbling group of people.

“The General and I have been looking into a Grisha smuggling ring within Ravka.”

Inhaling sharply, your eyes search his expression but Ivan rarely gives such details away. Despite this, there’s something in his eyes that looks like panic, though he’s hiding it well. He’s not wearing his kefta, so it’s likely whatever work he’s been doing has been covert.

“Where is the General now?” You ask slowly, your stomach sinking. His throat bobs as he swallows hard.

“Taken.”

Hard anger takes a hold of you for a moment, then you both turn at the sound of someone at the end of the alleyway.

“Let me buy you a drink.” You say, not allowing him to refuse as you step out onto the main street and head towards the open door of the Crown Inn.

It's warm inside the Inn, and you find a small table in the corner which allows you to see almost the entire floor. You order a drink for the two of you that Ivan barely touches.

“Do you see that man on the far side of the room, smoking a cigar?” You ask lightly as you tip your glass against your lips.

Ivan’s eyes filter through the room’s occupants casually, settling on the man you’re referring to for a moment before he nods slowly.

“That’s Igor Golovkin. One of Adena’s most successful... businessmen.” Your words are pronounced pointedly, and Ivan understands your meaning immediately. Adena’s most successful criminal. “The Crown Inn is host to an exclusive auction, where anyone can sell anything.”

“You seem to know a lot about all this.” His tone is accusing, and you don’t blame him.

“I grew up in Adena.” Ivan looks ready to run, or to fight you off. Your voice softens as you stare down at the table. “My brother was a Corporalki. I was eight, and he was five, when they took him from me.”

There’s a pause between you both, as people talk and laugh and drink in an establishment funded by exploited Grisha.

“So what can we do?”

Lifting your head up, Ivan looks at you with determination in his eyes. It fills you with enough confidence to share your idea.

“Igor owns a Heartrender to keep his captives in line. It’s likely the Heartrender has been drugged and doesn’t know what they’re doing. If you can free them, or at least get them away from the Inn, I can focus on releasing the General.”

Ivan looks sceptical, but a plan has already been formed in your mind.

As the two of you continue to sip on your drinks, you eye the crowd, and prompt Ivan into searching for Golovkin's Heartrender when you believe the auction is about to begin. There's a platform in the centre of the room, and a few of the Inn's patrons are gathered near the edge of it. Ivan disappears into the crowd, and you send a quick prayer to the Saints to keep him safe.

As the auction begins, you observe from a safe distance. Stolen artwork, Fabrikator inventions, a supposed Druskelle hunting axe that caused some dispute regarding its authenticity. That was the Crown Inn's one rule, everything sold had to be the genuine article.

Golovkin steps onto the platform, two of his men dragging a third along with them. A sickening taste fills your mouth, and panic floods through your senses. The room is silent as Golovkin announces his product - the Darkling.

The General's head is lowered, his dark eyes fixed onto the floor. His features are set firmly, not giving away any of the fear, anger, and humiliation that must be tormenting him. His kefta is gone. He's only wearing the white shirt and trousers that he wears underneath his kefta and tunic. He looks a little dirty, but overall unharmed.

You watch the other patrons exchange glances, some look fearful, others skeptical, you hear one person breathe out a startled laugh. Golovkin looks far too pleased with himself. It makes you want to slam his head against a table.

Then the General lifts his head slightly, it's almost imperceptible, but you notice it all the same. His eyes scanning over the people, surveying numbers and exits. Time stops once his eyes lock onto yours.

The attendant calls out the asking price, which you don't hear over the ringing in your ears. Then he says,

“Does any member object the authenticity of this piece?”

Heart hammering in your chest, eyes still on his, you call out firmly,

“I do.”

Inhaling deeply, you stand and make your way through the tables, towards the platform. Golovkin looks over at you sharply, recognition in his features.

“You're not a member.” He argues.

Maintaining eye contact with him, you reach into your pocket and pull out a leather pouch of coin. The coins rattle inside the pouch as you toss it towards the attendant, remarking smoothly,

“That should cover my fee for the year.” The attendant opens it up, fingers flickering over the amount before he nods.

“Welcome to the Crown Inn, ma'am. Feel free to state your claim.”

“He's genuine.” Golovkin insists.

“You mean to tell me that you singlehandedly captured the most powerful Grisha in Ravka?”

“Course not, but I have my means.”

“Have you even seen him summon?” His brows crease at your blatant expression of doubt.

“My men don't lie to me.”

There are murmurs around you. You don't need to speak loudly to be heard, everyone in the Inn is listening to your every word.

“Like you said, you have means, we all know a man like you can get your hands on a tailor, and how many of us actually know what the Black General looks like?”

“He's genuine.” He repeats, his teeth gritted.

As a child you saw Igor Golovkin as a fearsome overlord that no one would dare oppose. Now all you see is a man unraveling. You lift a brow casually, a light smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth.

“Prove it.”

Arrogance fills his eyes, his mouth twitching into a confident sneer. He's too comfortable. He doesn't think he's in any danger, even if he undoes the General's bindings. Pulling out a knife, he moves over towards the General and for a brief moment fear stirs in your heart. Then Golovkin turns back to you as he begins to cut the bindings.

“You're about to eat your words.” Your eyes meet and you say quietly,

“And you're about to get exactly what you deserve.”

The moment the last fiber of rope is worn away by the knife, you drop to the floor, taking one of Golovkin's men down with you. The General's Cut slices over your head, tearing through another five of Golovkin's men.

Lifting your body up, you throw your knife at a man aiming his gun towards the General. He chokes out a gasp as the knife hits his chest, and you turn back to the man you had landed on. When he attempts to grab you, you twist his arm until he screams. He rolls away in pain, and you leap to your feet.

Another man charges towards you, knocking you backwards onto a tabletop. You writhe and struggle against his hold, the arm holding your knife trapped underneath you as he tightens his grip on your throat. Your nails claw at his hands as you choke on nothing, legs flailing wildly. One of your kicks finally lands on a chair behind him, giving you the momentum to tip your table backwards. He lets go of you as you fall, head landing hard against the floor. Stars spark over your vision as you grip onto your knife.

When he grabs you this time, you're ready. He cries out when your knife slices over his forearm, and he drops you again. There's the sound of shattering glass, and shards of it fall by your feet. Looking up, you see the man sway with a glazed look in his eyes before he crumples to the floor revealing a familiar face. Ivan offers a hand to you.

Taking it, you pull yourself to your feet.

Out of the three of you, you look the worst off. Ivan appears completely unharmed which is typical of him. The General shakes his arm slightly, testing the soreness of the muscle there. Then he looks at you, his lips parted and an almost tender expression in his eyes. There's a shout from outside on the street, and you all tense.

“Come this way.” You tell them, walking towards the backdoor. Once you're safely out in the alleyway, you pull the hood of your cloak up. The two of them follow you wordlessly as you weave your way through the labyrinth of dark nooks and half streets.

The General suggests that Ivan should head South towards Kribirsk, whilst you and him head towards Os Alta. You agree and give Ivan directions to a stable on the far side of town. Splitting up and leaving Adena from two different roads will hopefully prevent you running into anyone from the Crown Inn.

Once Ivan is gone, a group of men trail behind you and the General, and adrenaline floods through you. He wraps an arm around your waist, keeping your gait natural despite your urge to run.

It's only once you both hear them say something about the General of the Second Army that you tug him down an alleyway and run when you're out of their sight. You can hear them following you, but you have the advantage. It isn't long before you reach the tavern you had in mind. Patrons usually park their horses around a nearby tree that has limited visibility. It shouldn't be hard for you to grab a horse and flee. Sure enough, there's a collection of horses near the tavern.

“This is probably the worst time to mention I don't know how to ride.” You remark, gasping for air as you run. A squeal leaves your lips as the General places his hands on your waist and hoists you up onto a horse.

“I know you don't.” He informs you, untying the horse with nimble fingers, before he swings his leg over the horse's body and settles into the saddle behind you. “Just hold on.”

With that he encourages the horse into a gallop, and within minutes Adena is rapidly falling into the distance.

The General's arms are firm around you, and he commands the horse as easily as if it were his own. To your surprise, he doesn't follow the Vy, instead electing to stick to an old hunting trail that even you didn't know existed. In the depth of Autumn, the breeze is cold, and you're reminded that he's only wearing a shirt to shield himself from the chill.

“We should stop soon.” You manage to tell him over the sound of pounding hooves and rustling leaf covered ground.

“Why?” You lay a hand on his forearm, where a rip in the fabric allows your fingers to curl over his bare skin.

“Because you’re freezing.”

“There should be a village not far from here.” He says in concession, and you nod.

He's right. It's a very small village, but luckily there's a boarding house which has one room remaining. The two of you accept it instantly, paying with the remaining coin in your pocket. When the hostess tells you it's an attic room, you request some extra wood for the fire. Her brow lifts, and you can see she's not impressed by your question. Then you explain that your husband had lent you his cloak and you were afraid he would catch a chill if he didn't warm up soon. She seems more amenable after your lie and fills a basket of logs for you to take up to your room.

As you suspected, the attic room is freezing. The first thing you do is light the fire and encourage the General to stay as close to it as possible. Neither of you address the fact that there is only one bed. Instead, you settle onto the rug in front of the fire, tucking your knees close to your body as you lean back against the side of the armchair where the General is sitting. He rests his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to the flickering flames in the hearth, rubbing his palms together.

“Better?” You ask softly when he leans back into the chair. He nods, eyes scouring over your face.

“How is your head?”

“My head?”

“You hit it rather hard.” You blink a few times, wondering how much of his attention had been on you during the fight.

“Aches a little, but nothing too serious.”

“You should get some rest.”

“What about you?” He looks down at the rug where you're sitting, then at the floor near the bed, as if he's surveying his options. “I'm not letting you sleep on the floor.” His eyes hold your gaze captive for a long moment, but you don't relent.

“Fine. We'll share the bed.”

You place the final log in the fire, embers crackling softly, and you make your way towards the bed, discarding clothes as you move. It's only around five steps before you reach the foot of the bed, where you rest your hand as you slip your socks off. All you're wearing now is a small black undervest, and your panties.

The General stands up from the armchair, firelight illuminating his features as he watches you settle under the covers. A full body shudder takes hold of you as the chill of the bedding brushes over your skin.

“Are you alright?” He asks. You nod quickly.

“Sheets are a little cold, that's all.”

He nods slowly in acknowledgement and begins to unbutton his shirt. You look at your hands, clasped in your lap, as warmth blooms over your face. Despite your embarrassment, the heat in your cheeks is a welcome change in temperature. You hear the General slide his trousers down, and toss his socks onto the floor, before he's crawling into bed beside you.

The bed is narrow, but it brings his body heat closer to you, so you can hardly protest.

“Saints.” He hisses lowly, and his own body shivers as the cold sheets curl around him. He wraps his arms around you instantly. “Is this alright?”

You nod as his hands slide over your bare thighs, squeezing the soft flesh there, open palms rubbing your skin in an attempt at warming you both. There's a splutter from the fireplace, as the last log burns out, leaving you in the dark. It won't be long before the fire's warmth withers away.

The General's hands continue to try and draw warmth into your body, and you pull yourself closer to him. His fingers brush under the fabric of your undervest, smoothing over your stomach and running over the curve of your waist. He moves up, tracing your spine, and your breathing grows heavy as he presses his palm between your shoulder blades.

When his hands return to your stomach, thumbs circling over your hips, you hum in discontent, and plead in a whisper.

“Higher, please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

His hands slide back up your body, the front this time, squeezing softly at your breasts, and you breathe out a soft moan as his palms brush against your nipples.

“Here, lapushka?” Your answer is a soft sigh,

“Yes, General.”

“Aleksander.” He mumbles quietly against your throat, pressing a soft kiss at where some bruises from the fight are already forming. “Call me Aleksander, please.”

“Aleksander.” You whisper softly, and he tilts his head to look up at you. “Would you kiss me?”

He does. Leaning in close, his lips consume yours, a hand reaching out to cup your cheek. His thumb traces over your cheekbone, his other hand firm on your breast, pinching at your nipple, prompting you into moaning into his mouth. His tongue traces over your lips, sucking the already kiss-flushed skin. He pulls back once you're both breathless.

“You're rather warm, lapushka. Perhaps I should stop now?” His words are rich and teasing in a manner that has your stomach flipping.

“Don't you dare.”

He laughs brightly, leaning in to kiss you again. Warmth prickles over your skin, and he kisses down your body, pushing your vest up to reveal your breasts to him. His mouth is hot as his tongue laves over your stiff nipples, and you buck your hips up against his body.

His slips his hand under the waistband of your panties, his finger brushing between your folds, gathering the growing wetness onto his digit. The tip of his finger circles your entrance, and you roll your hips to encourage him into continuing the motion.

“That's it lapushka, show me what you like. Help me make you feel good.”

Seizing his wrist, you press his finger closer, sliding it over your bundle of nerves. His fingers are long, the tip of his finger can continue to rub circles over your twitching entrance, while his second knuckle catches against your clit with a mind-numbing rhythm.

“Aleksander.” You gasp, and he nuzzles his face against your collarbone as he lies on his side, his entire body pressed against yours. He mouths a series of kisses along your shoulder towards your chest, and you whine when he takes your nipple into his mouth again.

Hips moving of their own accord, you chase the pleasure flooding through your body. Gritting your teeth, you attempt to stifle the noises escaping from your lips. Aleksander cups your face, guiding your eyes to his.

“No one can hear us up here.” He reminds you softly. “Relax milaya.”

He moves the tip of his finger up to rub at your clit, fast circles that have you crying out for more.

“That's it, so beautiful.” He kisses up your throat, teeth grazing against your earlobe. “Such a beautiful little cunt, clenching around nothing like a perfect little thing.” You cling to him, back arching as you get closer to your climax.

“Aleksander, please.” You beg.

“Go on milaya, be a good girl and make a mess for me.”

Throwing your head back, pleasure sweeps through you as you climax, his name falling repeatedly from your lips in little gasps. He coaxes your pleasure into a delightful simmer that settles under your skin, the length of his finger resting against your twitching entrance with a gentle pressure.

Aleksander watches you as you close your eyes, body still reeling from the intense high he had brought you. With shaky hands you tug his lips down to meet yours, and you whine when he removes his finger from inside your panties.

He pulls away from you, placing his finger against his tongue and sealing his lips around the digit, sucking it clean of your release. His eyes darken as he watches the mixture of arousal and embarrassment on your face. Once his finger is released from his mouth, your lips take its place, sucking the taste of yourself from his lower lip which pulls a groan from him.

Your hand slides down his body as you roll him onto his back.

“Milaya, it's been a long time since I've done anything like this.” Your hand falters, settling flat on his stomach instead of grasping his cock.

“Do you want me to?” You ask him softly, and he moans quietly.

“Saints above, there's nothing I want more. I'm saying that... I’m afraid I may not last long.” Fingers skimming over his waistline, you eye the bulge hidden beneath his underwear. He looks painfully hard, and there's a patch of wetness staining the fabric.

“As long as you enjoy this, I'll be satisfied. You've already removed my ability to walk.” He smiles at your comment, and you continue, “Let me take care of you.” A muscle in his abdomen tenses, and he nods, allowing you to pull out his cock as you kiss a line down his chest.

He hisses as you curl your fingers around him, and you watch his face carefully.

“Do you want me to go slow?” You ask, not wanting to overwhelm him. He grits his teeth, breathing out a sharp grin.

“I want you to ruin any other woman for me.”

Something dark twists inside you, and you can't help but think he knows that you would respond to such statement. That he knows you're thinking about all the pretty Grisha girls that fawn over him while you're training. All the nobles and fair ladies that flutter their eyelashes at him during balls, while you're standing there by his side.

You tighten your hold on his cock, thumb brushing circles over the head every time your hand dips down his length. With your other hand, you cup his balls, squeezing them gently, then firmer when he chokes on a moan.

With your hands occupied, your mouth is the only thing available to continue giving him pleasure. You suck a mark onto his hip, before trailing more tender kisses over his tensing stomach as you move towards his chest. He inhales sharply when your tongue catches over his nipple.

Bringing your focus back onto your hands, you watch his reactions, reading what he likes. When you twist your wrist at a particular angle, he cries out your name, his hand reaching backwards to grip the headboard. His bicep flexes as his hold on it tightens, and you repeat the motion several times, each one grants you a moan of your name.

His head tilted back against the limp pillow; you eye the length of his throat as he groans, muscles tight with tension. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, and the moan he lets out wracks through his entire body as he spills out over your hand. After a few lazy strokes you release him, watching his chest lift heavily. Sweat sheens over both of you, and as you move to lie down beside him Aleksander pulls you onto his chest.

“Thank you.” He breathes out against your hair, and you know he's thanking you for more than just a perfect evening. You press a kiss to his shoulder.

“You're welcome.”

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HILLARY I saw your requests were open so I rushed over ahah

could you please do 7 with Cassian from ACOTAR? I just started ACOWAR and im halfway through and im loving it so far!! Cass is my favorite and I need some content about him! if dont write for cassian you could do Az since i know you write for him!

A/N - YES! I love this request for Cassian! Of course, I'll write this for you, dear friend! One slight change, not one bed with one tent ;)

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Summary - Cassian wants to take you away for the weekend.

Warnings - Just some fluff!

It was the sound of splashing that woke you up from your slumber.

The rays of the morning sun peaking over the high mountains touched the outside of your tent, the crisp air that was whistling brushed against your skin as you woke up fully. Breathing in deeply and inhaling most of the pine trees that surrounded your campsite. Those morning sounds filling your ears were soft, much softer compared to the bustling city of Velaris. It was what you and your mate needed, especially after all that you went through with the recent battle against Hybern.

Cassian had the best idea for you two to unwind.

Another round of splash echoed into your tent as you sat up from your sleeping bag and looked over to where his sleeping bag was. It was empty, halfway zipped down and some of his pajamas were sprawled out on the ground. You had to laugh from the site, Cassian was never one to be a relaxed sleeper. He could sprawl out in your shared bed if he could, if it wasn’t for you being next to him. His preference would be loose limbs and his wings hanging off the bed, and perhaps he was used to sleeping like that for centuries before you came along.

You shook out his world from the inside out.

Blinking and squinting a bit, you poked your head out of the tent opening to see the massive view that was unfolded in front of you. A massive lake, nestled in a clearing that was right in front of two massive mountains with high peaks. The sun rays cut through the top points, pouring down onto the lake to give the blues and green mixed in the water some life. The tall trees lining the back of the lake swayed in the wind, but your eyes moved to the one thing that was moving in the lake, splashing himself with his backside to you and his wings spread out.

Your mate and fiancé, Cassian.

He wanted to take you away for a few days, out of the city and out of the chaos that came after the Battle that almost took everything you both held dear. Cassian had too much on his own plate when he had to lead the Illryian soldiers into battle, some of them were new recruits and barely had any experience. You on the other hand had to help the citizens in Velaris and keep them safe, finding shelters for them to hide and get some of the citizens who could fight to stay and defend the town.

So much happened that day, plenty of heartbreak and close calls that made you both beyond glad that the other were safe. Cassian searched for you as soon as the dust cleared and the battle was over, covered in blood on his leathers and in his dark hair as he flew to the city in search for you. Frantically, he was worried that you were lost as well, not feeling you through the bond in certain moments during the battle. But he found you near the beach, consoling some of the women and children who were almost killed.

You two collided into a massive hug, refusing to let the other go.

Cassian whisked you back to the House of Wind, you both washing each other down in the shower before falling into bed together with such fire and passion, solely because you two knew you were so close to loosing one another. Cassian mapped you body with his hands, never wishing to forget how your body felt under this fingers and against his own body. You let him, understanding that this was how he wished to love you and to make sure you were engraved with his mind.

A week later, the city was now settling down and building itself back up again, Cassian decide to take you on a small camping trip. He knew of a lake that was a hidden hideaway from the public, only a select few knew about it including Rhysand and his wife Feyre. Cassian thought the lake and being in nature would help you two get back into the right frame of mind, maybe a reset within yourselves.

So you two packed your backpacks, Cassian reassuring you to keep your own back light since he would have his pack carry the heavy load, and you two hiked. It would have been easier for him to fly you two, but it felt right to simply hike, to take your time and simply walk together. Cassian never one let go of your hand, and your never once left his side.

It only took you a few hours until you made it to the campsite, and it beyond perfect.

“Morning sleepy head!” You heard from the lake, Cassian turning around to face you with a massive grin on his face. You had to smile widely from seeing your mate, bare from the waist up since the rest was underwater, and his wings extended behind him in massive glory. But you are looking at his face, seeing the pure bliss in his smile that showed all of his teeth and the brightness in his eyes. Even from your spot, you saw the love and peace in his eyes, something you thought would be lost because of the war.

It never will be, not with Cassian.

“Come swim with me!” He called out, his voice echoing off the lake surface as you shook your head.

“Must be freezing, Cas!” You countered, but he shrugged.

“Good way to wake yourself up on a great morning like this. Come on, sweetheart, for me?” He asked, batting his eyelashes a bit as you saw what he was doing. Cassian knew how to talk, whether it was in leadership role as the Commander of the Illyrian army, or casually with his brothers during one of their dinners together. Yet with you, he was sweet and playful, making you think of young love. Cassian never liked to have it all serious, his light spirit and playful heart drew you in instantly when you two met and fell in love.

You finally stepped out of the tent and stretched your back, groaning in relief from being on the ground all night. Digging your toes into the sand below you, you looked out in front of your again to see your mate watching you with love on his face. This was what you two needed, even sharing a tiny little tent together and wrangling up your own meals with your bare hands, it was better than wallowing back in Velaris. There was no one else that seemed to be wanting to do something like this with their mate. Rhsyand would never even wish to get his own hands dirty, Azriel was more prone to having his own complete isolation with his spy missions. But Cassian?

This was perfect.

“Come on and join me, I’ll warm you up!” Cassian teased as you chuckled and walked over to the shoreline, dipping a toe into the water and shivering from feeling how cold it was. Then again, being able to share this morning with Cassian seemed too good to pass up. With anyone else, you wouldn’t have done it. Maybe shrugging it off and thinking it was far too silly. But with your mate, the joy he brought in your life and the pure love that came from it, you would.

So you did. Taking off one layer at a time until you were bare and waddling into the water.

Shiver as you went, the water was getting higher and higher around you as you were finally only submerged from the stomach up. Since Cassian was.a bit taller than you, he stood over you as you peered up at him, naked as the day you are born and smiling at him in the same way you smile when you two first met. Cassian reached up, his wet hands framing your face and having you shiver from the contact, as he scanned your eyes.

Perhaps he was finding the love there again that he thought was lost when the battle happened. He knew you were hurting and you were in pain, wishing to find a way to mend you back together. Back to the young girl he knew and loved, to the young fan that showed him what true love was. Now, seeing you looking up at him with no shame or no sense of regret, he found the love again.

“Hello you,” You hummed to him, feeling him lean down to barely graze his nose against yours before his lips could kiss yours.

“Hello to you too,” He murmured, kissing your soundly and making you smile against his lips. This trip made you find each other again, and there was no there direction to go than forward.

Together.

The End

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